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This "Three Word Prompt" commission was written for SonusLux. Their three words were "Cute, Exploring, Submission." and the story contains F/F sex and frank discussions of intimate matters of transitioning between a pair of consenting adult trans-women. <3

Every Step of the Way

"C-cahh... can we... oh god... can we s-stop for a second, please?"

Trembling, panting, Katie pulled back from Sasha's muzzle which for the last few minutes had been all but ceaselessly locked with hers. The vixen nibbled on her bottom lip, and shivered bashfully, nervously as she looked up at the taller, older tigress. A soft purr escaped the other woman, and to her relief, Sasha nodded despite the obvious longing in her eyes.

"Of course, cutie. Everything okay?"

Katie swallowed thickly. That was one hell of a question to try and answer, but she took a deep breath and tried her best anyway.

"This is... t-this is my first time since... s-since I started to transition. I... I've never..."

She paused. Gathered herself. Took a breath.

"I don't r-really know what's okay."

Sasha's eyes widened a little. Not in shock or frustration at anything Katie was saying, but in dismay that she'd pushed things so fast after meeting this gorgeous lady at the bar.

"Oh, sweet girl..."

Just hearing the tigress speak those words made Katie want to throw her arms around Sasha and cry, or tear her clothes off right there and then. Her mind reeled with a whole host of conflicting inputs and feelings, but it all faded away as the more experienced woman cupped her face in both hands, and looked deep into the vixen's soulful eyes.

"We don't have to rush. If you aren't sure if you want this, I don't want to push you. That wouldn't be right."

A soft whimper escaped Katie, and she shook her head.

"No, I... p-please. Please don't say that. Please don't say w-we have to stop. That's not what I meant. I know I want this. To be here. With you. To share this. I just mean... oh god, can I... can I please just be honest?"

Sasha's heart broke a little at the strangled sorrow in Katie's voice, wondering how often in the past Katie had been forced to not be honest with those closest to her. She leaned forward, and tenderly kissed the vixen on the tip of her nose.

"Always, hun. Always."

Katie trembled at that assurance. Nodded, and after another deep breath, she said what had been rushing through her mind not just from the first flirtation between her and Sasha at the bar but from basically the very moment she cast aside the identity that had been pushed upon her from birth, and sought to embrace the woman she knew herself to be.

"I... I don't know what I'm meant to do, w-what I'm meant to want, or feel, or... or be okay with feeling during sex. I mean, I know what I want. I... I do. But, I don't know if it's okay. If it's r-right, or... if I'm lying to myself just because I'm lonely. If I'm cheating and... a-and betraying myself just because I'm horny."

Sasha's eyes grew wider and more full of emotion as she watched and listened to Katie. It wasn't the first time that the tigress had heard those words or ones like them, but they never got any easier to hear. The guilt. The shame. The fear of being judged or mocked or taunted not just by so many assholes in the world, but by someone she was trying so desperately to be close to. The tigress' hands left Katie's face, but only so they could wrap tightly around the vixen's entire body once again and pull her in closer than ever, pressing Katie's muzzle into the ample cleavage of her low cut halter. She lowered her head, and whispered tenderly into one of the vixen's laid back ears.

"You are a woman, Katie. There is no qualifier for that. No set of rules you have to stick to or hoops you have to jump through. Not here. Not with me. Not with any person who cares for you. I know that the world is a terrifying place right now full of judgement and expectation, that you've probably got a thousand thoughts running through your head every time you think about getting ID changed or worrying that your postal worker will see your dead-name on a bill or some shit and just start calling you that whenever they say hi... but, please, Katie. Please, god. Don't think that bullshit makes it through my front door. Don't think for a second that it should make it through yours, either. You aren't just a woman, Katie. You're your own woman. So if you have questions, or wishes, or things you feel you need... ask them. Wish them. Tell me that you need them. Tell anyone you trust, and trust that they'll listen and understand and respect you. And, if they don't? You come tell Sasha, and she'll go stomp on their faces with her shiniest five inch heels."

At the end of that assuring whisper, Katie snorted with laughter. She couldn't help it, and Sasha was glad to see her smile and giggle even though there were tears shining in the vixen's eyes. Before Katie could respond though, Sasha gently released the other woman from her embrace, and moved just far enough back so that she could reach out and take both of Katie's hands into hers, lacing their fingers through one another and holding them tenderly, palm to palm with her own paws.

"Tell me what you want, Katie. Not so I can tell you if it's okay or not, not so I can judge or critique your 'transness', because fuck that bullshit. You tell me what it is you're feeling because I brought you here so we could make out and have sex, and in order to do that, I wanna know what'll make you happy. What'll make you feel good. And, even if it's not something I can do for you? I swear, I promise you from the bottom of my queer little heart, I won't judge you for it. I won't laugh, or scowl, or throw you out. I'll take you into my arms, hold you, and we'll find a way to make sure we can have a wonderful night together anyway."

The vixen looked down at the hands holding hers, then up the length of Sasha's body; the tall, broad tigress dressed in the most skimpy, gorgeous miniskirt and a halter top that her gorgeous breasts were practically falling out of. She looked up into Sasha's stunning eyes, at Sasha's beautiful face framed by long, flowing black hair that cascaded down her back, and though there was still terror and uncertainty boiling in her heart... she felt safe. At least, safe enough to trust this woman at her word, and tell her what it was that she was feeling.

"I... want to cum. I want to make you cum. I want to... t-to get naked and... and feel your naked body against mine, and to ask you to... to get me off. I want to tell you that right now... under my dress, I... I'm..."

Her voice faltered, but Sasha squeezed her hands tight in her own, urging her onward. Katie groaned, and forced herself to say it.

"I'm hard. My cock is so hard, a-and... and saying that doesn't make me feel like any less of a woman, I know. But, I'm so fucking scared that being horny, wanting to h-have sex and... a-and not shy away from the anatomy I was born with during it, will make any lover I'm with think that I'm... fuck, I don't know. A fake?? That I'm still in denial because I don't want bottom surgery? That I'm not really trans just because my dysphoria isn't focused on my crotch, and because if I'm going to bed with someone I want to feel like they won't care what I have between my legs, just

how good we can make each other feel."

By the time she fell silent, the vixen was shaking visibly with frustration, with anger, with pent up feelings that she had been given no vent for in person not just in a long time, but literally at no point in her entire life up to this very moment. More than that though, she was trembling with desire, and now as Sasha glanced down the length of the vixen's lean body she noticed for the first time the twitching tent in the front of the woman's knee length, beautifully flowing summer dress. She smiled. She squeezed Katie's hands once again before gently slipping one of hers free of the vixen's own and beginning to turn on the spot. To walk across the living room where their progress had faltered, guiding Katie across the floor of her apartment towards her bedroom.

"Communication."

Sasha murmured as she led the still trembling, panting vixen into her room.

"It's amazing how many relationships, not just romantic ones, get by on so little. But... folks like us, queer folks no matter the stripe of the rainbow, need it so much more. Sometimes we won't always see eye to eye on everything. Sometimes we'll learn things that mean we have to part ways because the things we want or that we feel we need just aren't compatible. But, it's so important to not just be willing to say what you need in order to be happy, but to be willing and open to listening too. I'm so sorry you haven't had people in your life who listened before, who you felt like you could open up to, Katie. Now, though?"

They arrived at the side of Sasha's queen sized bed as the tigress paused, and sat down on the edge of the bed before patting the spot beside her with her free hand. Katie sat down too, and a second later the tigress' lips were on hers not in a gentle peck, but a long, deep, passionate kiss that lingered until both women were breathless and parted with an audible groan followed by a shared gasp for air.

"Now... tonight at the very least, you have me. And I swear to you, pretty girl. I promise you, you tell me what you want... where you want to be touched and how, you use whatever anatomical words you want and don't be the slightest bit ashamed, and I'll give it to you. I'll touch you. Stroke you. Suck you. Ride you. Fuck you. Anything you want, just so long as you keep on being the brave, shameless queen you know you can be, and trust me enough to ask for it."

By the time Sasha fell silent again, one of her hands was on Katie's leg, sliding its way up and down the soft fur of the vixen's thigh as it gently teased the fabric of her dress out of the way. Katie trembled, whined softly, and Sasha giggled as she saw the vixen's dress twitching at the crotch once again, a small dark spot now beginning to spread on the light, florally patterned fabric.

"All of it."

Katie whispered, so softly that Sasha almost missed it. The tigress' ears twitched, the tip of her tail flicked giddily from side to side, and she purred deeply as her hand slid up a little further , sliding under the already partially bunched up fabric of Katie's dress and out of sight.

"I want you to do all those things to me. I... I want you to fuck my face w-with... with your cock..."

She paused, looking nervously, hopefully at the tigress to check that it was okay for her to say that. Sasha grinned, and nodded warmly.

"I want... o-oh god, Sasha. I want a big, s-strong woman like you to use me all fucking night however she wants. I want to be fucked raw and left panting... dripping... a t-total mess. I want to cum until my balls are on fire k-knowing that the person making me cum sees me for the woman I am even if they've got their cock in my ass and are watching me cum over my own belly-fur while they jerk my knot. And... oh, fuck. Fuck, Sasha... I... I really fucking love it when you call me p-pretty girl... so, I'd really, really like it if you called me that more while y-you... while we fuck."

The vixen fell silent, but only for a moment as just seconds later Sasha slid her hand the rest of the way up Katie's thigh and moved to cup the front of the female fox's lacy, heavily tented panties. She rubbed at the bulge, then wrapped her hand around its girth, feeling it throb and watching Katie's face twist with pure pleasure at the contact.

"If you change your mind. If you want to slow down or stop at any point, you just tell me, okay?"

Sasha growled tenderly as she squeezed and rubbed the vixen's panty-clad erection a little harder.

"I'll be listening. I'll be paying attention to what you want every step of the way, I promise... pretty girl."

The tigress purred into one of the vixen's ears before gently, playfully nibbling on it, and feeling the cock in her grasp lurch as Katie gave a cry of uncontrollable desire.

"But, with that being said..."

Sasha murmured adoringly to her new lover, to this one night stand that she now hoped could perhaps be something more.

"...if you want me in control, if you want a woman who knows what she wants and needs calling the shots?"

In a blur of motion, the tigress swept around and straddled Katie's lap without breaking contact between her hand and the vixen's crotch. She used her free hand to push the vixen down flat upon the bed, and as she leaned down over to kiss Katie with fevered intensity as the vixen shrieked happily into her mouth, Sasha tugged down the front of the vixen's panties and began to hurriedly, openly masturbate the gorgeous lady's now bare, exposed cock. She drew her lips back just so she could hear Katie scream in pleasure and joy, and as she saw the absolute lust and elation being let loose across the other woman's face, the tigress growled to her once again, her own cock grinding down under her miniskirt against the vixen's thigh.

"Then you, sweet, pretty, sexy girl... are in for one hell of a night!"

By Jeeves

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