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The rumble of the kettle couldn't entirely muffle the clip clop of hooves on the tiled kitchen floor as Olivia fetched the cups. Like most apartments in her area, the kitchen was separated from the rest of the living area by a white marble chip counter top, but it was still one large room. The only degree of privacy afforded were by the doors to the bedroom, the bathroom and the study, but given that she lived by herself, it had never really been a problem.

The jenny teetered around the kitchen, tail flicking here and there as she attempted to balance without toppling over. It turned out that walking in hooves wasn't all that different to learning how to walk in heels for the first time - cumbersome, but not impossible. So long as you were careful and didn't overstep, you remained mostly upright. It was quite fun, in a way. There was a distinct novelty about it all, mostly the fact that she appeared to have gained about three whole inches in height.

As the kettle reached boil, a familiar sight appeared in the doorway to the bedroom, and Olivia stopped to stare. There Natalie stood, large ears forward and upright in curiosity, and nostrils flaring at the scents of the room around her. Her body was covered in the most beautiful red roan fur, not terribly far from her own natural hair colour, except for a white muzzle, fingers, and a patch from her belly to her inner thighs. Her mane was very short cropped, like a mini-mohawk that ran down the back of her neck, and her legs finished in glossy hooves. She was stunning, only made more so by the coy smile of hers as she looked on from the doorway. A pendulous scrotum hung just forward of her legs, comparable to two human-sized fists, and her member was flaccid and mostly sheathed, though still quite a sight all the same.

For a brief moment, Olivia completely forgot she was holding the carton of milk. It wasn't until Natalie crossed the threshold that the spell was broken on the jenny, and she shook her head and continued on making two cups of tea. As she poured the water on top of the sugar and tea bags, she could see Natalie crossing the floor to the breakfast bar. She said nothing as her friend stumbled but quickly righted herself, arms outstretched for balance.

"So, uh. This is a bit wild, isn't it?" Natalie muttered, making her way around the other side of the counter and coming to lean with her behind against it. Olivia laughed, stirring two cups of milky tea. She handed one to the other jenny and nodded.

"You could say that, yeah." Less than two hours ago, the pair had been in a crowded nightclub. It almost seemed surreal, them standing here now.

"So, Liv, this place is nice," she gave a nod over her shoulder towards the lounge room. "Have you lived here long?"

The small talk was almost uncomfortable. "Uh, about 8 months, I guess. Not long before I started working with you. I wanted to get out of the town I grew up in, moved here and then found a job working where I am now." The pair had met one shift not long after Olivia started working at the big box clothing store, and while they had met up outside work a few times now, this was the first time either of them had set foot in the other's personal space. "We can go and sit on the couch, if you like? Beats standing here," she shrugged.

Natalie followed in tow, and the pair seated themselves on a brown fabric lounge, both with fingers wrapped around their mugs. Natalie smiled inwardly, noting this. It wouldn't be the first time they had similar mannerisms. In fact, that's what got them to break the ice over a lunch break some time back. She took a sip of the tea and grinned at Olivia.

"Are we just not going to mention that we're both technically sitting here naked?" She teased.

Olivia looked up from her cup, paused for a moment, and returned the smile. "You know, I suppose we are, aren't we?"

It was a natural progression from the topic at hand, but Olivia felt her eyes wander down her friend's body. From her pert breasts to the curve of her hips, her gaze came to rest on Natalie's member. It lay against her thigh, extended from the sheath but not yet erect. It was the same light grey tone as the skin under the white fur of her muzzle, the fur of her tummy stopping at the base of the sheath and balls. It sat there with a lazy pride, not necessarily erect, but no longer caring to hide itself. The skin was smooth and looked velvety soft to the touch, with a ribbon of thick veins that were just barely visible beneath the skin. The head of Natalie's penis came an odd little flare against her knee. The appendage was almost a little intimidating in length, even when relatively soft, given its sheer length. As she watched, the ring of tissue around the head throbbed a little, and grew.

Olivia blinked, realising that she had been staring this whole time. A glance up to Natalie's face, and the amused smile she bore, indicated that her friend was fully aware of the attention that her new addition was getting. At the edge of her vision, Olivia saw the cock flex slightly as it hardened. The silence between them was palpable as the redhead watched her friend visibly swallow, eyes darting.

"You can touch it, if you like. It won't bite," Natalie crooned. Her voice was soft and enticing and Olivia felt a well of butterflies gather in her stomach as she extended a tentative hand.

The skin of the member was hot to the touch, but so very soft. She could feel the ropey muscle just beneath, becoming rigid and engorged with each heartbeat and throb. As she placed her hand around the shaft, it flexed in response to her touch, and watched as the flare at the end grew to full size. She could hear Natalie's breathing change - deeper and slightly faster breaths - and she could feel the redhead's gaze burning into her.

As her cock became fully erect, Olivia could see that the girth of the shaft was easily the size of her forearm. It was simultaneously intimidating and thrilling at the same time, and she could feel her own sex quicken with excitement. As she grabbed the shaft and began to stroke, Olivia could feel a familiar throb from between her legs as blood rushed to her own intimates.

Natalie groaned, exhaling through her muzzle in a breath of hot air. She grabbed Olivia's hand firmly, adding to the friction of the motion for a few strokes up and down the rigid member, before her attention turned entirely to her friend. There was something in her eyes that wasn't there before, Olivia noted. An intensity to her stare that made the jenny feel jittery like a deer in the headlights. A delightful shiver ran down her spine as their eyes locked.

"What was that you said earlier about a thick, hot cock?" The question hung in the air between them. Olivia swallowed, her mouth feeling like it was filled with cotton as she tried to recall the words she said in the heat of the moment. "Well, what did you say?" Natalie's sudden assertiveness had her on the back foot.

"I... said I bet you'd give anything for a thick, hot cock to push up against your pussy," she stammered.

Natalie's gaze bored into her. "And then?"

"I said I'd make you suck my strap on and then fuck you with it, until you screamed my name." Olivia's earlier assertion seemed unconvincing now, even as it left her mouth.

Natalie smiled, though it was an odd smile, like she was privy to a secret she didn't fancy sharing. Leaning forward, she took her friend's cup out of her hand, before placing both of them on the coffee table in front of them. The redhead rose from her seat and took a step in front of her friend. With the height of the lounge, Natalie's girth was front and centre. The musky scent of her cock was unmistakable, and Olivia watched with wide eyes as the monstrous thing flexed in anticipation before her. A heady rush of desire washed over her and the creature inside of her knew exactly what it was that she wanted.

Natalie smiled down at her friend as she cupped her chin, tilting it upwards until Olivia's lips were in line with the flared head. She ran a thumb across those soft, pink lips and admired the view momentarily.

"You know what to do."

Olivia trembled, heart thundering in her chest. She didn't need further instruction. With what could only be described as hunger, the jenny opened her mouth and accepted the most gracious gift with vigor. She closed her eyes and gave a deep rumble of pleasure as the sharp taste of Natalie's precum hit her tongue. With her new mouth, she was able to accommodate a surprising length of the head and shaft, hands and tongue working busily to accommodate the rest.

Natalie rested a hand gently on the top of her head, fingers curled between her hair to guide the motion as she bobbed. Her own breathing quickened as she felt her member flex in response to the stimulation. It was wet and warm and, fuck, it was good.

"Get it nice and wet there now, Liv," she encouraged, a pleased smile plastered across her face, as she forcibly pushed the jenny deeper onto her cock. Olivia gagged slightly, but didn't slow down. If anything, it seemed to make her more enthusiastic and a moan escaped her as soon as there was room for one.

"Easy there, girl. I'm not a one-trick pony," Natalie chuckled. She pulled out of the soft, warm muzzle, watching as her cock flopped out with a string of saliva and flopped against Olivia's cheek with a wet slap. The jenny looked up at her with big eyes. God, she looked good with a dick this close to her face, Natalie mused. Raising Olivia's chin up so the jenny stared her in the eyes, the redhead looked down her muzzle with a delightful sense of disdain. "Now, what was the second part of that threat?"

Olivia couldn't help but shiver in anticipation. She could feel the flush of blood between her nether lips, that growing ache of need with each pulse of her heart. If she hadn't already been sitting, she was certain that her knees would have given out from underneath her by now. As Natalie grabbed her chin and tilted it upwards, the flutter of butterflies in her stomach became a wild flurry that burst out of her with a whimper that set her lip quivering. Natalie's smile grew wide.

"I want you to turn around and put your knees on the edge of the couch so your fee- er, hooves touch the floor," the redhead ordered. "Hold on to the back, and present yourself. Tail up like a good girl, huh?" In any other condition, Olivia might have railed at such an order. She was proud by nature and was always by far the dominant one in the bedroom, but this... This was something different. Every inch of her was craving this - to be held down, taken from behind and used like the creature she was.

Without a second thought, Olivia swung her ass around, and got onto her knees. Natalie gave her a sharp swat as that big, beautiful grey behind presented itself, sending Olivia lurching forward into the couch cushions with a grunt. The redhead grabbed that ass, a hand on each side, and gave a good, solid squeeze of those pert cheeks. The target of her affections squirmed as Natalie flipped up that dusky grey tail, exposing Olivia to the world, and the view was magnificent - her lush, moist pussy practically glistened, twitching in anticipation. She watched as Olivia's whole body heaved as she breathed heavily, watching her over a shoulder.

"You want this, don't you?" Natalie uttered, bringing her engorged cock up to sit atop the ass on display. In front of her, Olivia nodded and murmured.

"Say it. Say you want my cock, Olivia," she insisted, digging the tips of her fingers in.

Olivia squirmed and writhed. There was part of her that protested this, but every other inch of her was revelling in the domination and what was soon to come. The jenny could barely articulate the words, her head was swimming with raw, unfiltered lust.

With great effort, she managed a gasped response. "I want your cock in me."

"Good girl," Natalie uttered, moving her hips back slightly so that her member slid down the curve of Olivia's ass, between her cheeks, and came to rest where it sat gently against her opening. The flare of her rigid cock looked a good size larger than the opening she was presented with, but Natalie was sure that her friend would be more than accommodating. She gave a gentle push, just enough to part Olivia's nether lips slightly, and revelled in the wondrous moan that the jenny sang out. The warmth of her sex was a delight against the sensitive flare, and the softness of her folds begged to be explored.

Natalie gave her ass another firm swat that left her hand stinging, before she grabbed a cheek with each hand and pushed herself inside. Fuck, she was so wet! Natalie had only intended on teasing her with the tip of her engorged member, but once the flare was in, she couldn't help herself - she kept going until the length of her cock was buried so deep that their hips touched. Olivia pushed back against her, crying out in a braying moan as she tilted her muzzle skyward.

The jenny's head swam as she felt her friend's length pierce her deeply, every inch of her singing out for more, more, more! Natalie's length filled her deepest places with thickness that stretched her out almost to the limits of what she could take, and as the redhead started to thrust into her, Olivia buried her face into the back of the lounge. Every stroke, every thrust, filled her senses with euphoria, and she could barely keep her eyes focused. With her fingers holding onto the couch as if it were her lifeline, Olivia gave up the last of her restraint and allowed herself to be taken like a wild animal, speared again and again by the thick cock Natalie assailed her with.

Grunting with each thrust, the redhead was spurred on by sensations she had only ever dreamed about. The very feeling of having a penis was novel in and of itself, but this? This was some next-level shit. Every inch of her member was incredibly sensitive, and the tight wetness of Olivia's cunt wrapped about her girth made her want to thrust deeper still, until she had fallen into her entirely.

"Oh god, Nat," the jenny moaned, her cries muffled by the pillows. Her tail was raised as far above her ass as it would go, signifying just how badly she wanted to be mounted. A bead of sweat ran down Natalie's muzzle as she smiled menacingly at the back of her friend's head. Without missing a thrust, she reached forward over that arched back, to grab a handful of Olivia's mane. The cropped hair made an excellent handhold as she pulled the jenny's head back and the previously muffled moans filled the room. It must have done something for her, Natalie mused, as she felt Liv's pussy tighten and quiver around her as she moaned louder. Pulling Olivia's hair did nothing for the redhead, but that unbridled moaning sure did - her hips moved faster as the sound of wet slapping filled the room as she pounded into that sweet pussy. She was so very very wet, and her juice now covered both of them and was slowly dripping down the insides of her thighs.

"Nat, don't stop. I'm close!" The tone of the jenny's moans changed - her breathing became rapid and more urgent - as she cried out.

Natalie held her mane tighter. "Yeah, you are, aren't you?" She sneered. "And I'm going to pound that little pussy until you scream my name!" Olivia's only response was a whimper as she gasped, mouth open.

The redhead could feel her pushing back into her with each thrust, and could feel the muscles of her ass grow tighter as she wound up like a spring. A deep growl left Natalie as she dug her nails into that supple grey ass and went hell for leather. Olivia's moaning went from being stacatto'd by her breathing, to being one long, drawn out wail that grew in pitch the closer she got to climax. She could feel the tension building in the body in front of her as the jenny writhed, muscles tense with anticipation. Her back was arched, she could see the fur down her spine rising and Natalie watched with self-satisfaction as her fingers were white-knuckled from the pressure of digging into the couch.

With the last two thrusts, Olivia froze before her face contorted, her eyes flashed open wide and she let out a tremendous bray that would have been heard down on the street below. Her whole body squirmed around the rigid cock inside of her, and Natalie felt the climax as much as she did as her sex muscles clamped and quivered in waves. She felt the hot, thick juices splash on her balls as the jenny's sex spazmed and sent out a rush of nectar, accompanied by Olivia's grunt of defeat as she melted into the couch cushions. Her long ears flopped about as Natalie continued to thrust into her.

"You might be done, but I'm not," she growled, pulling her back to her knees. "You covered me with your juice, now I get to fill you with mine."

As spent as she was, Olivia shivered and her fur stood on end at the commanding voice of her dominating friend. Her lip quivered as Natalie's thrusting recommenced, the jenny's senses were overwhelmed, as sensitive as she was from her own climax, but her urge to be used was stronger still. Her friend dug fingertips into her hips and ass, nails acting as pressure points against every movement. Natalie's thrusts were driven by a singular purpose - gratifying her own pleasure - and while the movements were slow and deliberate at first, the speed grew fast and fevered. She was not gentle with her lover.

The crouch groaned under them both, and the sounds of the street below were drowned out by the repetitive sound of slick flesh against flesh, and the desperate moans and brays of the anthro woman. Natalie could feel the pressure building, like a steady weight growing inside of her that needed to be released. Her breathing was laboured and her nostrils flared with each exhale. Olivia yelped and moaned loudly as a firm hand was brought down on her ass, and she was pushed further into the back of the couch. Each thrust pushed her muzzle into the pillows and squeezed a moan from her lungs.

Just one more. Faster. More. The voice spurred Natalie on as she assailed Olivia with her member. She was close now. So very close. She could feel the pressure building in a way she had never experienced before; almost beneath her bladder, but not quite in her balls, she felt a sensation like a tingle, stemming, radiating out from inside her. A rabid sense of urgency seized her as she gripped Olivia's ass with fingers and nails, as she pummeled her slick sex, until the tingle violently pushed itelf out of her with a disabling wave of pleasure. Natalie let out a braying wail of relief as she flopped forward, her hips still feebly attempting to thrust through no volution of her own. She could feel the hot, slick fluid fill Olivia, and was vaguely aware of the pleasure noises of her friend as she experienced the sensation of being filled from an entirely different angle. Each spasm and flex of her shaft dazzled her senses with what felt like blinding white light until the torrent slowly subsided, and Natalie came back to reality.

She could smell the sweet smell of hot sweat and intimate fluids between the two of them, as her own fur was slicked against her form with a mixture of the two. She felt the heaving breath of Olivia beneath her, and felt her stir as the jenny looked over her shoulder with a distinct smile of satisfaction.

"Shut the fuck up," Natalie wheezed, grinning back. "Don't you say a goddamn thing."

She groaned, standing herself up carefully, balancing an elbow on her friend's back as her head swam. Olivia squirmed underneath her, still impaled by her intimacy that was now beginning to go soft. With an overstimulated shudder, Natalie removed herself, and grimaced at the mess that followed and dribbled itself down the jenny's legs and onto the couch.

"That's going to need cleaning, isn't it?" Olivia's ears perked up as she looked over her shoulder, exhausted.

"Well, that's one word for it," the redhead replied, as she scanned the kitchen benchtop behind them for paper towels. "Here, let me help."

With the roll retrieved and Natalie's flaccid cock flopping limply as she walked, Olivia had slowly turned herself around on the couch and laughed in surprise (and a little bit of horror) at just how much they had soiled the seating. The two women worked quickly to clean things, including themselves, though it was clear that anything fabric would need more attention than a quick once-over with a paper towel would provide. In the end, they simply opted to throw a lap blanket over the problem patches and deal with it at a later date.

Olivia, given her vigorous activity, let her friend do most of the movement as she gingerly rested back on her heels. It would be a while before she could sit down properly again, she mused, but certainly didn't regret the extracurricular activities that took place.

The two hoofed women sat down on the blanket, cradling lukewarm cups of tea and sitting in comfortable silence. It was true, Olivia and Natalie had been circling around each other for several months now, and the activities of tonight seemed to have cemented something in both of them. They felt closer, somehow, and not just thanks to the physical intimacy. The extremes of tonight had revealed a vulnerability in both of them that they had never discussed before, and left them wanting more. Was this now a relationship? God, that was a conversation for another time.

Natalie took a sip of her mug and looked over the rim at her friend. There was a far more pressing question to the redhead right now. "So, when does this stuff wear off?"