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This story shares the setting with A Crush on Casey and Lessons Learned but you don't have to read those two to enjoy this one.

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"Okay, just hold still now... God, zipping up a dress is such a breeze for you humans - no fur to get caught and ruin your day..." the mousette behind me mused but she still worked the zipper up carefully until I felt the fabric close across my back. Not my shoulders though. A little more skin than I'd be comfortable showing in front of a crowd, but I supposed the bridal veil would cover up a lot of it. Tracey had picked this out for me, and while I deferred to her opinion when it came to fashion, it took a bit of convincing to get me to agree to something that hugged my body quite so closely. "I wanna make them all jealous!" had been her chief argument, and one that won me over.

"Ohmygosh, you look beautiful!" Phoebe squeaked from behind me, the tall mirror showing me the mousette's grinning, sparkly-eyed face.

"You sure it's not a little... too much?" I asked, pulling up the neckline a little higher, since it wasn’t anywhere near my neck.

"Don't you even dare, you know I'd kill for those!" the rodent gal protested, and we both grinned at the thought of my bust gracing her 5 foot body. "Now you just stay here and practice your 'I do.' and I'll go and make sure everything is on track out there..." she said while I turned this way and that, wondering if I was pushed up a little too much for decency. Phoebe hadn't been gone for a full minute when my door opened again, but what I saw in the mirror was definitely not my mousey bridesmaid.

"Oh...my... Godyoulookbeautiful!" the newcomer almost squealed, and so did I when I saw her.

"Nonono, get out, you can't see me yet!" I insisted, trying to shoo Tracey out.

"Why? It's not like a spoiler alert situation. I picked that dress out for you, I've seen it already..." the bitch insisted, her tail wagging behind her.

"But you aren't supposed to see me wearing it, it's bad luck!" I insisted, but I have to admit I was sizing her up. My 'husband'.

Ridiculous since dominance aside she's the girlier of the two of us, but when I started talking wistfully about walking down the aisle in a pretty white gown she'd decided she'd play the other role. Her hair was bound in her usual pony-tail, but the unruly mane was combed back and slicked down, making the jackal’s face look fierce yet dashing. Her black dress had squared shoulders, and the deep v-cut exposed a white-shirt dickie, complete with a black bow-tie. From the waist up she looked very much like a groom in his tux, if one ignored how narrow the waist was and the less-than-groom-like swell of her chest. But the illusion stopped at the hips where the 'suit’ became a dress slit thigh-high and stopping just short of the stiletto-heeled pumps her 'husband' was wearing.

"You're blushing..." Tracey teased, quickly spotting the red rising to my cheeks at the sight of her.

"Well you're wagging, so we're even."

"Fair 'nough. Hey, do you think I could hide under that big skirt. Like if I needed to get under it, would anyone be able to see me?"

"Yeah, we're not find that out today. You think I'm blushing now?"

"Okay, we'll save that for when I carry you over the threshold of our little love nest." she said, circling around me in a very stereotypically jackal-like fashion.

"You'll do what now?" I asked, raising a freshly plucked eyebrow.

"What? I work out!"

"Tracey, you do Pilates! Even if you've been benching that oversized beach ball you couldn't carry me..." I said, with the nimble canine suddenly appearing in front of me with her muzzle inches from my lips.

"I'll carry you piggy-back then." she husked, tilting her head, closing her eyes and... and suckering me in!

"Oh but we don't want to test our luck do we. See you at the altar, beautiful!" she said, dashing away faster than anyone wearing those heels should have been able to.

"You.... bitch!" I muttered, smiling at the way she'd teased me. But that was how it had all started anyway.

Her teasing me...

*******

In my senior year of high school I never imagined I would date - let alone marry - another girl. And the idea that the girl would be Tracy Cooper was beyond absurd. Before Tracy became the love of my life she was the absolute bane of it. I had no idea why back then, no inkling why I was the absolute focus of the cliché popular mean girl's spite. Retrospect is a hell of a thing but back then all I knew was that I had to avoid the sadistic bitch like the proverbial plague for one more school year and then I'd never have to see her again.

Before she was my belle, she was my bully. She never took my lunch money or anything like that but she'd harass me along with a few of her friends, call me names, and when that got boring she'd play pranks on me. Once she had another girl ask me something to distract me while she snuck up behind me with a bunch of those economy-pack condoms that come in a tape and stuck one end in my backpack with almost two feet of shiny wrappers dangling. Stallion-sized ones, and I had no idea why everyone was giggling until a teacher saw it. Fortunately it was Mr. Mackenzie who knew me and knew that I wasn't the sort of girl that needed to have two dozen stud-sheaths on hand while in school of all places.

Another time she caught me with the old gum on the drinking fountain bit, recording everything from around the corner. The jet missed my face but caught me full in the chest, and the white cami I'd been wearing turned pretty much transparent. That one was particularly bad since I was a shy girl in general and particularly sensitive about my breasts. No, not because I was a late bloomer. I was very much in bloom, and for all you girls who think a big bust will give you confidence... that's not how it works. I've grown to love my boobies but back then I thought they were just obscene - big bouncy things that would make everyone think I was a slut if I didn't hide them. When they first came in over one summer they got me a lot of male attention that I had no way of dealing with. I actually had back problems by winter that year, not because they were that big but because I was hunching forward to make them less prominent.

*******

"U-oh. B-word alert..." Phoebe muttered, spotting a familiar trio ahead of us. I knew who the usually kind and polite mousette was referring to, but a glance was enough to confirm it. It was Tracey with two of her "besties" - a puma named Loraine and a doe called Michelle who preferred to be called Elle even though she had a weak C in French.

"Screw it, I'm not gonna be late to class just to dodge Cerberus..." I said, using our private name for what to us was the three-headed beast of our school lives. "Doesn't look like they spotted us, so let's just keep our heads down and slip past them..." I said, clutching my shirt closed. One never knew if Tracey or her girls would try an ambush with a water-balloon after that stunt with the drinking fountain. I was reasonably sure we'd slip by since Loraine was engrossed in her phone and the other two were chattering away, but the distracted puma managed to give Phoebe a pretty good knock on the noggin with her elbow when we passed by them.

"Ow! Hey, watch where you're going!" the mousette said, glaring up at the tall feline who made a point of looking over her head before glancing down.

"Oh hey Labrat! Sorry, didn't see you down there..." the big cat crooned, flashing a distinctly feline smile that failed to intimidate the outraged mousette. Phoebe was serious about her studies and during the school's first science fair she made the mistake of showing up in a long white coat, prompting Tracy and her mob to fit her with a new nickname.

"You would have if you hadn't been staring at your phone!"

"And you'd have seen me if you hadn't been staring at your dyke girlfriend's tits." the cat tossed back, drawing Phoebe deeper in when the sensible thing to do was just to walk away.

"She's not my... we're not even..."

"Oh please! You two do everything but hold hands. And you last had a boyfriend how long ago?" Tracy said, loud enough for others to hear. The last thing I wanted was a crowd gathering, since the jackal bitch loved an audience, so I put a hand on Phoebe's shoulder and tried to steer her away from the three evil witches.

"C'mon, we'll be late for class..." I said, doing my best to ignore them and to get Phoebe to do the same.

"Ooh, so I guess she's the husband? Whatever... later scissor-sisters!" Loraine said, flicking her tail as they walked away.

"Well, that was mercifully brief..." I said, walking alongside the mousette as she fumed with anger, her won tail lashing like a whip behind her.

"Did you hear what they... God, is there no limit to what they'll say?"

"Just... just don't let them get to you. That's all they can do when all is said and done, and only if you let them." I said. Oh how little I knew...

*******

It was a good day for me when I learned about a 'cool down', as opposed to a 'warm up'. As far as PE went it was almost as good as being excused from PE altogether - I explained to our teacher that I got muscle aches if I didn't cool down after exercising, and since it was always our last class of the day she didn't mind me taking a little longer in the school gym before hitting the showers. And by the time I did, there was no one there. I mentioned being shy before and showering in public was a nightmare for me. Our shower didn't even have those little partitions, just rows of nozzles and nothing to hide behind if you happened to be an introvert. To make matters worse there weren't many humans in my school and I was the only human girl in my class. Everyone else in there at least had fur, although it didn't really hide much when it was wet. The exception was a sow called Amanda, but she was a very bubbly person who loved having people around no matter what she did, so she didn't really care about how much skin she was showing. I had worked out my shameful little routine so well that I was surprised when half-way through my shower I heard voices echoing over the splatter of water on tile. And then, out of the mist, they emerged! The last people you wanted to see when you were feeling vulnerable.

"Oh hey baldy!" Tracy called out, striding forward with her cohort, the three of them as naked as I was but unlike me looking quite confident.

"Wh-what are y..." I said (all right, squeaked).

"What? We're just using the showers? And why are you covering those fat titties up? It's just us girls in here..." said Elle. I always though it unjust that Bambi's mom had to die, but this sadistic doe got to live...

"Yeah, and unlike you we aren't rugmunchers. Speaking of which, where's that lezzy little mouse?” Tracy asked, smiling and showing off her species impressive dental endowments.

“She’s already done, and I will be soon so if you…” I started, but was cut before I could finish.

“Hey, my eyes are up here!” Tracy barked.

“Oh my God Tracy, she’s totally staring at our tits!” Elle said in indignation I found ironic since most of the time she wore outfits that left very little to the imagination and pushed the school dress-code to its limits.

“I was not!” I said, which was true. I wasn’t staring at anyone’s boobs but I was keeping my eyes down. It was just that I never had the guts to stare Tracy down, or even meet her gaze. Being a jackal meant she was hardly a big-predator species, but she packed a lot of mean into a svelte figure so she wound up scaring me more than the mountain lioness standing beside her.

“So what, you were staring at our pussies? Not in the mood for foreplay huh? Hey, look at me when I’m talking to you!” Tracy said, her voice ringing against the tiles as I snapped my head up.

And that got me. This was why I didn’t like meeting her gaze – it was always so intense it was scary. I wasn’t worried about violence – that wasn’t her style. Sure, those claws of hers could do a lot of damage but it would also ruin her manicure. But for some reason when she was flashing that toothy grin and folding her ears back I always lost my nerve, and she loved seeing me like that. Her gaze can still make me go weak at the knees to this day, but it hasn’t scared me in a long time. But at that moment, naked and exposed with the three-headed beast sizing me up I couldn’t so much as peep.

“Fuck, look at how red her face is!” Loraine said, and I could well imagine what she was seeing. I had a fair complexion and the hot shower had gotten me flushed even before these three showed up.

“Yeah, humans do that when they’re horny…” Tracy said, looking at me in a way that made me feel vulnerable. I didn’t even realize I’d slipped one hand to cover my crotch, which was a big mistake.

“Oh my God! Look she’s touching herself!” Elle squealed out happily, pointing at my hand which of course wasn’t… doing anything.

“Touching yourself in public? Holly shit girl, you must need it bad…” Tracy said, taking a few steps towards me and flashing that toothy grin all the while. I saw Loraine move behind me out of the corner of my eye but I didn’t dare take my eyes off Tracy. There was something about the way she was staring at me that was unlike any other time before. I know what it was now, but I didn’t back then and it scared the shit out of me. “Go on then, have a taste…”

“W-what?” I squeaked, suddenly feeling short of breath.

“You know what. Look at yourself – red-faced, panting… is that even water trickling down your thighs, or are you that wet?” she said, her eyes going up and down as my skin broke out in goose pimples. “I suppose it’s our fault for teasing you. Seeing the three of us naked, must be more than a horny young dyke can stand, huh? Lori, you mind helping her?” she said, and before I knew it I had the puma’s paw on my shoulders, pushing me down until my already shaky knees bent. And if looking Tracy in the eye had been scary back then, looking up at her was worse. But it was either look at her eyes or her…

“Awwww, she’s too shy…” Elle cooed, looking at me over Tracy’s shoulder.

“I know how to deal with that…” Tracy said just before I felt a paw slip into the mess of wet hair on my head, getting a good, firm grip before pushing me forward.

My sex life hadn’t been much to speak of before that, and contrary to Cerberus slander I wasn’t a lesbian, nor had I ever done anything with another girl. So I had been distressed, to say the least to find my nose buried in the puff of soft pubic fur while my lips bumped against something soft and velvety. I froze, and by that I mean literally – My unblinking eyes were open wide, I forgot to breathe and nearly had a heart-attack as I was pushed face-first between Tracy’s slender thighs. I could feel heat against my lips as I knelt there, paralyzed by fear. Mostly fear…

When my lungs started burning I realized that I wasn’t breathing, and once I started every breath I took carried the scent of the bitch holding my head pressed against her crotch. Like most fur-covered anthros, canines didn’t sweat and an after work-out shower was mostly to cool down. She still mostly smelled of her body-shampoo but there was something under it, something that combined with the warm, spongy thing pressed against my lips was making me practically hyperventilate.

“Take a good look lezzie, this is the cutest bitch-button you’ll ever see…” She said, pulling my face far enough for me to catch sight of her sex.

One could say that what Tracy had down there was what you’d expect to see under the tail of a four-legged female dog, but that wouldn’t be entirely fair. A four-legged bitch would have only her tongue for hygiene, whereas the she-jackal’s had fancy cosmetics at her disposal, and where a normal bitch would have only her tail to protect her sex from the elements, Tracy’s mound was covered by pure cotton or smooth silk. My lips mouth was no longer touching it but it was like I could still feel the velvety softness of the canine femininity against them, softer by far than any boy’s lips.

I was still staring at it when my face was pushed back, hard enough to mash my lips against Tracy’s spade and hard enough to make the jackal growl. It wasn’t a threatening noise, now that I remember it (and now that I have experience with the kind of noises she makes when she’s getting into things) but I remember that the state I was in it scared me. Neither Loraine nor Elle were saying anything, and looking back I think they must have been shocked to see their de facto leader taking things this far, but not enough to challenge her. And certainly not enough to appreciate the hypocrisy of a homophobe shoving another woman’s face between her legs. The canine femininity was warm, soft and plump, so some part of me responded on reflex, parting my lips just a little. I always liked kissing and I guess the jackal’s fortune-cookie felt like another set of lips against my own so I just kinda closed my eyes and… kissed.

“Mffhhh, I fucking knew it. Go on slut, get a taste…” Tracy said, and with my nerves wracked and my mind still reeling I pushed my tongue past my teeth and into the center of the jackal’s sex.

I didn’t really notice the taste but it wasn’t disgusting. I was scared, I was humiliated but looking back there was no revulsion, even though I’d never been attracted to any woman, and certainly not to Tracy! But she was soft down there, and there was something thrilling about the slickness of the flesh the tip of my tongue was rubbing as it awkwardly pierced the Y-shaped folds. She growled again, pushing me a little harder until I slipped my tongue deeper, my nose buried in the puff of fur that smelled more and more of horny bitch.

“Oh wow, she’s really going at it!” Loraine said from behind me, and I wondered if she was ignoring the fact that Tracy was pushing me against her muff. I mean it wasn’t like I was struggling to get away, but anyone looking would have seen that I was scared stiff and being forced to go down on another girl. But I guess that the idea of me being a pussy-starved slut was easier for them to accept than that Tracy was getting something that she wanted form me.

I don’t think Tracy was willing to admit it to herself at that point, but she knew what she wanted and she was going to get it. Her grip on my hair was still firm, even though it was clear that I wasn’t going anywhere. It still wasn’t feeling that good for me, I was just scared stiff. The tiled room was soon filling with the noises of a happy bitch, even though Tracy had one canine biting into her lower lip as she did her best to stifle herself.

“There’s a good girl. Just keep working that tongue in…mnhhhh, like that…”

If she’d stayed quiet, I might have never had my own moment of self-realization, but there was something about her voice when he got aroused, a growly tone that was distinctly feminine and that seemed to travel through my ears and right down my spine. And once it gout down there it seemed to make things… tingle. It still does, and what’s worse – she knows it.

I’d pushed my tongue in as far as it would go but the more I gave the bitch the more she seemed to need form me. Pressing me against her crotch wasn’t enough so she started to grind herself against my face until she finally bucked her kips and actually pushed the fortune-cookie splayed around my tongue past my lips. I had no idea why I did it back then, but in hindsight it’s obvious enough. I was still scared, but this was starting to be a sort of roller-coaster kind of scared. The kind that made you want to stay where you were until the ride was done.

Like I mentioned, I didn’t have much experience giving oral in general and with women in particular. But I had gone down on a boy a few times before so I guess I instinctively tried something like that now that I was going down on a girl. My lips wrapped around the canine cunny as I sucked it into my mouth, forcing it tight around the tongue still stuck in the silky spade. I was rewarded with another hand on my head and a buck of the jackal’s hips against my face as my bully moaned, holding my face to her crotch and riding my mouth.

My already frazzled brain was having a hard time dealing with this. The fear had mostly faded but adrenaline was still going strong, making it hard to string a reasonable thought together. I felt like I was kinda making out with something, and there were some very happy, very feminine sounds ringing in the shower room. Usually when I was having sex noises like that meant I was having a good time and I guess that might have messed with me a bit. And being forced into this didn’t seem as disturbing anymore.

The few boyfriends I had were nice boys, on the timid side and had never pushed me outside of my comfort zone, let alone between their legs.

To this day I'm puzzled by the way I'd reacted. The whole thing should have been traumatic to say the least, especially to someone who wasn't exactly the strongest, bravest person you're likely to meet. But kneeling in that room I didn't feel like I was being raped. In fact by the time Tracy was moaning and grinding her crotch against my face, I'm not sure what I would have done if she'd pulled me from her sex instead of pushing me firmly against it. It was a new kind of sex, and not just because it was with a woman. I guess I was always a bit awkward in bed before, always worried if I was doing the right thing, if I was making the right sort of noises, that sort of thing. But with my mouth closed around a horny jackal's spade, I felt swept up in something wild and the little things didn't matter anymore. I had no idea how far this was going to go, and I didn't have a say in how far it would go either, and the idea was making me wet. Not that these three could see it from where they were standing, but I wondered if they could see just how stiff my nipples had gotten. Hard to blame that on cold when steam was still coiling around us.

"Nghhhhgood girl. Fuck, fuck... fuh..." Tracy growled, her voice breaking at that last f-word as she clamped her slender thighs around my head as she came and came hard.

There really was no mistaking it, not with her spade clenching around my tongue as if it was looking for the knot to grab hold of. A human, or human-like vagina can clamp down too, since anything that has to push a baby or an egg out needs serious muscle, but the vulva itself was just a soft, silky thing. A canine pussy, as I was just learning, could and did grip things - hard! A design meant to keep a cumming male in until there was no doubt left that the owner of said pussy was carrying enough puppy-batter to fertilize any eggs that might be waiting around in there. I was still reeling from this - another woman had just stuck her cunny in my mouth and was even now fiercely cumming around my tongue while my face was buried in her crotch. And I knew that if I were so much to pat my sex right now I'd be squealing into the spade pulsing around my tongue.

When she lowered her eyes Tracy's gaze was glassy, her tongue lolling a little from her slender muzzle, ears still flicked back against her head. And that must have been downright composed compared to what I must have looked like with the horny bitch's honey glazing my flushed face, my mouth open and my chest rising and falling rapidly, drawing attention to my ample breasts and two rock-hard nipples. Elle and Loraine called me names, but it wasn't malice coloring their voices as I knelt there panting. The cougar took initiative, her sex curiously similar to my own as it was shoved into my face. I didn't complain, didn’t struggle and didn't hesitate to push my tongue past the smooth labia of the mountain cat.

Soon after I felt my hand being pulled up until my fingers brushed against something soft, warm and wet in a very unmistakable way. My tongue and fingers both sank in deep as the two girls used me with Tracy waiting beside me. Neither of them looked at me much and when they did their gazes hadn't seemed as wild and intense as the jackal's stare had been. I couldn't see her but I could feel her eyes on mine, sliding over my exposed skin as I dug deep into the feline sex while I pumped the doe with two fingers. I remember only a few details of those two - the purr of Lori when she came, and the bubblegum-pink shade of Elle's cervine cunny, the folds plump near her mound and tapering a little at the bottom. I do remember that they'd left me when they were done, tossing a few parting slurs that barely registered. The moment they were gone I sank my fingers - the same one's Elle had just glazed – into my own sopping sex - pushing them in, curling them up and coming almost instantly with my barely suppressed whimpers ringing in the steamy shower. Traumatized wasn't the word.

I was hooked.

*******

"Your name's Claire, right?"

I'd been engrossed staring my phones screen when the voice sounded behind me, like right behind me. For a moment I thought someone had snuck up on me, but when I turned around and saw the snake looming above me I knew it wasn't intentional. Walking makes noise, but slithering is hard to pick up on, especially when you're a bit zoned out. It hadn't really been my phone that had my attention, but these days people don't bat an eye at someone zombied-out in front of a touchscreen but if I'd been just staring blankly it might have looked weird. It was a nice day and I thought that sitting at a bench might clear my mind which was in desperate need of clearing. Especially since my sleep had been... restless.

I should have had nightmares after what Tracy and her friends had done to me. I should have had nightmares, but I wound up with straight-up pornographic wet dreams only to wake up with wet and slightly sticky thighs. It was like a pervert's idea of what happened in the showers of a woman's prison. Three mean girls ganging up on me and using me like a living sex-toy, taunting me, forcing me to rub, lick and caress. And in my dreams they didn't stop there. Unlike the real-life incident they wanted a taste of me, muzzles pushing up against my wet sex, teeth nipping my labia, my asscheeks which already bore red paw-marks.

I had been recalling snippets of that dream while pretending to stare at my phone, avoiding looking up for fear of starting at other girls. I still wasn't sure where I was after the turn my sexuality had taken. I had worried about things being awkward with Phoebe, but that had been a false alarm. She was cute, but also very sweet and as timid as I was. There was nothing about her that made me see her as anything other than my best friend. I'm not sure it would be the same with a more assertive girl though.So now that I was craning my neck and looking up at one with explicit thoughts still lingering in my brain I was starting to think I had a type.

"Yeah. Umm... Isabella, right?" I said tentatively, trying to keep my voice steady. A flick of an ink-black tongue was my only reply.

Everything I didn't feel when I was around Phoebe was starting to well up as I stared up at the cobra. After all, if Tracy, Lori and Elle could intimidate me in a sexually confusing way, then Isabella could. This is wasn't a cute 'snek-girl' we were talking about here - Isabella had attitude and she looked like it. A lot of reptilian girls wore padded bras to give them a more feminine figure (at least by mammalian standards) but the cobra looking down at me was flaunting her flat chest. She even got away with wearing a mesh top, insisting that even males had nipples that needed hiding but that her ventral scales shouldn't be a problem. I'm not even sure 'mammarist' is a word, but the school administration was afraid of being called that so they let it slide. She had a tan-and-black coloration, but the tan scales on her arms and her hood were air-brushed in shades of neon-green and magenta, and rings, spikes and slim chains dotted the rim of her partially flared hood. I'm not sure what the music she listens to is called, but when you walk by her and she has her earphones on the stuff blaring from them sounds like a satanic orgy at a steel mill.

"You know I heard a weird rumor about you..." she said, flicking out her tongue again. She did it casually but it freaked me out. Didn't snakes have a weirdly strong sense of taste/smell? Was she sniffing the air, and more to the point had my daydream gotten me sufficiently worked up to give her something to smell? That flashed through my mind before her words sunk in and completely froze it. There was only one thing that had happened to me that was rumor-worthy...

"I... I don't know wha..." I said, or tried to. My throat felt a little tight and the way Isabella was fanning her hood didn't help relax me.

"Am I scaring you?" the scary snake asked, in a tone that seemed to suggest that if I didn't mind being scared she definitely wouldn't mind scaring me.

"N-no." I said and her tongue flicked out again.

"Anyway, I'm going to be in the girls’ room by the AV lab in a few minutes..." she said, hissing out the 'girls' part in a way that seemed to make the word slither into my ear. I was about to ask her why she was telling me that but the outrageous snake just slithered away, leaving me flushed and flustered.

So what if she was going to be in the girls’ room? So what if she'd heard a rumor? Did she expect me to just... go there? Was that an invitation, a dare... an order? There had been no threat, no suggestion of any kind. I didn't have to go there...

*******

Oh God, what am I doing here?

The thought ran through my mind as I entered the ladies' room and saw the tip of a tail peeking out from the largest stall. Isabella wasn't handicapped but snakes were allowed to use them since those tails took up more space than the regular stalls had to offer, even when coiled. I could hear every footstep I took and the distinct acoustic of a tiled room brought up flashes of my last time in the girls' showers - the noises they'd made, the feel of smooth pink flesh against the tips of my fingers of the tip of my tongue, the scent of horny girls carried with such intensity by steam-laced air... Without those flashes, I might have chickened out and left, but instead I just gave a timid knock.

"Inside." came the hissed reply, practically a command. I slipped in and carefully stepped around the coils of the cobra waiting patiently for me, leaning against the stall partition with her hood half-flared and her slick black tongue flicking out. It occurred to me that she didn't even ask who it was and wondered if she could tell it was me by the scent/taste in the air, or if she just smelled a horny girl and didn't much care who it was.

"Down girl..." she said.

"I... what?"

"You wanna do this or not?" the cobra asked, hissing out every 's' in a way that made goosebumps rise on my skin. When I still stood frozen, she dragged the hemline of her tight skirt up, exposing more and more of her long ventral scales until I saw two smooth strips that had something decidedly fleshy between them. If I had any doubt what it was, it was gone when Isabella spread them open, flashing something pink and soft hidden by the hard horizontal strips. She hissed in approval as I sank to my knees, bringing my face closer to the snake's sex. It looked quite familiar - it was even a slit- but it was on its side and I had the weirdest urge to rotate my head ninety degrees. I had wondered if her privates would be the same color as that jet-black tongue but the glistening flesh was a pale pink that brought to mind the petals of some very classy kind of rose.

There was no one forcing me this time. I could have still told her I'd changed my mind and scurried away. But instead I brought my lips to the glistening serpentine sex, my breath growing rapid as I felt the fabric hugging my own slit go from damp to wet. The hiss Isabella let out slithered around the room, pushing the same buttons in my twisted mind as Tracy's growls as I started to deeply kiss the reptilian pussy. I will say this about a horizontal slit - it's perfectly aligned with a human girl's mouth, so when I pressed my lips to it and opened my mouth I also spread the snake open, enough for me to let my tongue slip in. I lapped gently at the delicate petals hidden between the hard scales, the snake's honey smearing against my mouth as I delved deeper into her.

"Is this your first time doing this? C'mon, get in there!" the cobra hissed just before I felt a hand land on my head and push me hard against her slit.

My squeak of surprise was muffled by the reptilian sex, my hands flying to the hip-like flare of Isabella's lower body as if I was worried that - in true snake fashion - she was going to 'swallow' me whole. In order to keep myself from being smothered by her slit I did my best to French-kiss it, pushing my tongue as deep as I could as I tried to find the spot that would make her hiss. I had to admit I was kinda lost there. In this position both the girl's clit and g-spot should have been generally up, but with a horizontal slit would it be right, left? With no real clue I just licked and wriggled my tongue. The snake seemed to like it because she was keeping my face pressed tight against her.

Soon enough I found my hands moving, palms and fingertips sliding over surprisingly smooth scales. Given Isabella's size compared to a regular cobra I was sure it would feel like armor - hard and with every ridge pronounced. But the scales were covering the supple flesh of a girl growing into a woman, and I remembered that they themselves were covered by a skin, the sort that snakes shed every few months or so. It was like a silky wrapping clinging to her body, giving her curves a smooth and pleasantly textured feel under my touch. I slid them around what I was thinking of as hips (they were holding up a skirt after all) feeling something soft yet firm as the hands made their way to the cobra's behind. Not having actual legs the snake didn't have cheeks but there was a noticeable crease running down the center of her behind, and I couldn't help but trail the fingers of my right hand along it, stopping only when I touched on something too soft to be scales. It reminded me that unlike feral snakes, a cobra like Isabella didn't have a cloaca, but a separate vagina and a...

"Go on... push it in..." the snake hissed out, the thick coils on the flow slowly moving in what I suspected was the serpentine equivalent of a girl's legs rubbing together.

Doing unto others as I would have them do unto (or into) me, I applied a very gentle pressure against the ring of smooth, soft skin, feeling it twitch a few times as it dimpled before it suddenly relaxed and allowed my finger to slip in. I'd never done this to anyone, myself included and had no real idea of what I was supposed to do or how I was supposed to go about it. I gently pushed the digit deeper into the tight serpentine ass, wondering in more ways than one if I was going too deep. Luring girls into school bathrooms for quick and dirty lesbian sex might very well be Isabella's thing, but I'm... I'm a good girl! A shy girl who - for some reason- was kneeling with her face buried in a snake-slit with a finger working its way deeper into the snug serpentine rump. And... and I was loving it!

I couldn't understand it - spontaneous sex with someone who was almost a stranger, and another woman at that. I could feel the fabric against my own sex, thoroughly soaked by now with my pussy never getting so much as touched. It was enough to have my mouth pressed against Isabella's silky slit, her nectar smeared over my face and by now dripping off my chin. I loved it! The sounds she was making were new, the hisses so sharp in he tiled bathroom, the feel of her scale-covered ass electrifying against my palm and all the fingers but the middle one that was now knuckle deep with a cobra's rosebud pulsing around it.

I had got accustomed by the mass of Isabella's coils shifting so I was caught by surprise when a scaly length slipped between my thighs, the muscular limb climbing higher until I felt hard scales against my soaked panties. I wasn't sure how well the cobra could feel wetness but I doubted she'd need to. The tongue was flicking every now and again and even I could smell myself in the confines of the stall. The scales pressed tight against plump, wet flesh, the thin cotton proving no barrier to the sense of touch. The thing slid along my sex and I shuddered against the cobra as I felt every scale and every ridge as they slid across my panty-clad clit.

If I thought I'd lost control before having my own kitty played with I don't know how I would describe my behavior now. The finger up Isabella's ass began to pump and my other hand slid around her hip as two fingers sank into the soaked serpentine slit. The tip of my tongue played around the soft pink rim of her sex, the rather intimate grip I had on her allowing me to push her crotch into my face as my hands pumped and my tongue whirled. The cobra definitely approved, her grip on my head growing slack as she just gently mussed my hair, her body moving in an undulating, wave-like motion that alternated between pressing her crotch against my face or pushing her ass against the finger pumping her pucker.

The tail continued to move against my sex, slow and firm and I had been handing that relatively well. But a snake is nothing if not sneaky, and the scaly length had been growing thinner until it was the tip pressing against my sex. It was nimble enough to slither under the soaked strip of cotton that had been hugging my slit, so now that she began pushing the tail not only was I feeling naked scales against the softest, most delicate part of my body, but my panties were actually pressing the serpentine appendage against my pussy. The dripping cleft splayed around the cobra's tail and several seconds (or inches) later I was clamping my thighs down on her, whimpering into the pale-pink slit as I shuddered through a mind-wracking orgasm. I'm not sure if I had just ridden one long one out or if I came again at some point but I was close to passing out by the time Isabella's climax hit her.

The pucker suddenly gripping my finger was one clue, enough to prepare me for a deluge of snake-milk as the cobra threw her head back as she came. I'm not sure if you've ever seen a cobra orgasm, but it is terrifying! Her hood fanned out all the way, she hissed like water spilling onto a hot stove and her mouth opened wide, enough for her two long fangs to flash. I'd seen a cougar and a jackal cum and they were like a kitten and a puppy compared to a snake in mid-climax. She slipped her tail from between my legs faster than I'd expected, and I whimpered as the scales slithered across my oversensitive sex. She pushed her skirt down and used some paper to wipe down the glistening portion of her tail before fishing out her phone and casually grabbing mine from my purse, using it to snap a pic of a QR code her screen was showing.

"See you 'round..." she hissed before slithering out as if nothing special happened. Sure enough I had her contact in my phone. She seemed pretty confident that I'd just call her next time I was in the mood for a quick romp. She wasn't wrong, just pretty confident...

*******

As the last notes rang out in the classroom I raised my eyes from the sheet music to look at the gal performing this little practice-duet with me. I was sure we'd done the piece perfectly this time, but Gabriella still seemed a little anxious. She was more serious about her music and a potential career in it than I was but even the mare's shaky self-esteem should have been doing fine after we aced this. It wasn't the first time she'd asked me to stay after class to practice with her, but usually she asked for it when she was struggling a little and wanted to put some polish on her playing. People would have been surprised to see the skill with which she played her clarinet, considering that being a Clydesdale her hands weren't exactly the dainty, long-fingered things one expected from a musician. The mare seemed hesitant to raise her eyes from the sheet music on the stand in front of her, but I didn't rush her since Gabby was the only person I knew who was shier than I was.

When you think Clydesdale mare you probably imagine a rough-and-rowdy country girl with her hair in pigtails and her body wrapped in a tied-off flannel shirt and cut-off jeans, or a girl with enough firm curves to fill out denim overalls. Gabby’s body definitely fit that bill, but her character was a far cry from it, hence her outfit. Uniforms were optional at our school and most students stuck to regular clothing as long as it was within the dress-code, but everyone in the band had a uniform since we wore them when performing. The pleated skirt did a decent job of covering up the mare's rump and generous thighs, but she didn't trust the buttons on her blouse to keep her chest in check so she wore a woolen vest with the school crest over it. She had the body of an amazon but the temperament of a nervous puppy, and even now her large ears were flicked back as she avoided my gaze.

"I think we nailed it this time. How did that sound to you?" I asked, hoping to calm her nerves with a smile and kind words. To be honest the last run we did sounded just as good as the first one, but Gabby was a perfectionist and always worried about messing up when the pressure was on, so I didn't really mind staying late to practice with her every now and again.

"Yeah... thanks for staying to practice with me. Uhhm Claire, you know I think of you as a friend, right?" she said in a voice softer than a mare her size had any right to.

"Uhhh, yeah? I mean, I think of you as my friend..."

"Right. And you know I'd never say anything to hurt or offend you but... but I've heard about some girls saying... things about you..." she continued, her voice becoming a nervous, wispy thing.

"Oh? Wh-what sort of things?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Surely Gabby - shy, innocent Gabby didn't move in the right circles to hear about...

"Well I... one of them said that she was with you. You know, like... and then another said that she also... uhm..." she said, and as I kept a poker-face I tried to connect the dots, trying to figure out who she'd overheard. It couldn’t have been Isabella, the mare's scared of the cobra, nor was she likely to hang out with Tracey and her sidekicks. That left... that calico in the bushes between classes, the goat who'd laid me on a bench in the locker rooms and straddled my face. Or the doe who caught us at it and took the nanny's place. Mind you she'd been nice enough to lay down on top of me and to return the favor. Memories of a long cervine tongue slipping into you are sweat but not very constructive when you're squirming in your seat when facing this sort of accusation.

"I... I'm not sure what..." I stammered, aware of the heat flushing my face as my brain tried to find a straw to grasp.

"I'm not judging! It's just that... what... what sort of girls do you do... those kind of things with?" the mare asked, flicking her ears back and hiding bashfully behind the mane that fell like a curtain along the right side of her head.

"Well... just some girls from school..."

"I mean do they have to be... are you... dating them?" the big mare asked, and I'm pretty sure that if she could blush the white star on her forehead would be pink by now.

"No, it's not like... I don't have a girlfriend or anything it's just like... y'know, just some fun with... other girls..." I said, a lame excuse for an excuse but surprisingly it made the mare's ears perk and her eyes flick up from the instrument she'd been clutching.

"Right? I mean girls our age... they can like that sort of thing without being... I mean don't get me wrong, I'd never judge anyone even if they were... uhm, y'know. And I know that I want a stallion someday, and a big house and foals and everything, and I do find boys attractive..." she said, her animated voice suddenly failing her as she faced a hurdle.

"But...?" I coaxed, still not sure I was about to hear what I sensed was coming from Gabby of all people!

"Well I feel like... girls are cute too and I... I don't wanna miss out. I... I always thought you were very pretty and when I heard the others talking I..."

"...you didn't ask me here for music practice, did you?" I said, and the way her ears flicked back as she shook her head was a dead give-away.

Frankly she'd caught me off guard. All of the girls who I'd had... encounters with were dominant, or at least more so than me. They could take charge when confronted with a human girl who bit her lower lip at the thought of getting pushed to her knees and having her face planted between a pair of shapely teenage thighs. I hadn’t expected it from a girl even more timid than I was, but then again it might be a good thing. If Gabriela had a dominatrix streak in that powerful equine body even many of the jocks in our school wouldn't be safe (provided they wanted to be). I found myself wondering if it would be the same with her, without that thrill of being kinda-sorta forced to bring another girl to orgasm.

"I... this room has some soundproofing... there's almost nobody left in the school and Miss Velasquez left me the key so we could... if you want to..." she said, pleading with me for what the girls so far had just taken. I have to admit there was no thrill but then again I genuinely cared for Gabby so there was some affection. And I have to admit to curiosity about what a girl like her looked like in something other than a school uniform I suspected was a size too big for her.

"Okay. Lock the door?" I said as we both put away our instruments and took a few privacy-related precautions.

"So did you have anything in mind?" I asked as I slid my top off, a bit awkward now that there was no one to tell me what to do or push my face where it needed to be.

"C-could you go down on me? I... I hope that's not selfish but..."

"It's fine Gabby. Don't push yourself into something you're not comfortable with. I said, shimmying out of my skirt as the mare pulled the sweater vest over her head, tossing her white mane as she tried to undo the buttons of her blouse with shaky fingers. "Here, let me..." I said, wondering if I'd sounded a little too eager.

I had to admit I was curious to see what the mare was hiding under the only non-sexy schoolgirl outfit ever designed. I made short work of the buttons, opening the blouse like I was parting the curtains before a big show. And it was big. The bra was beige, very no-nonsense and very-sturdy looking. This was a load-bearing bra, and as Gabby let the blouse slip from her shoulders I reached behind her for the clasp while the mare returned the courtesy. As I leaned back I got some idea of just how much the mare's bra was holding back now that it was clinging to the Clydesdale’s dark mounds. My mouth hung open as she shrugged it off and I saw the porn-star chest of the timid band-girl.

Gabby had hit her feminine growth spurt fairly recently and gravity was yet to catch up with what nature had provided. By the time she had her foals the black-boobies would have a nice MILF-worthy sag to them, but in the prime of her youth the globes were perfectly round and looked too good to be true. In the center of each one was a large black-skinned areola, the big equine nipples stiffening as I stared. I had always felt self-conscious about what I had, but as I shrugged my own bra off I looked downright perky compared to the mare obviously fighting the urge to cover her epic bust up.

She hesitated for a moment before shimmying out of her undies, the cotton sliding down thick but firm legs until they reached her hooves and the fidgety mare sat down with her legs clamped together. I was kinda glad she was so timid because if Gabby had a dominant streak she’d be downright scary. There was a whole lot of girl there, and she didn’t look any less impressive when I sank to my knees and placed my hands on hers. The mare scooted forward and shimmied her hips before parting those curvaceous thighs and exposing herself – a tear-drop shaped sex the same black color as her areolae, except this part of the mare was glistening. Gabriela was desperate for this, had been working up her courage to ask and had actually sat through a whole practice session with me before she finally found the nerve to ask.

I didn’t really see Gabby as a horse but she was looking skittish and I was very near her hooves, so I took things slow, just letting my hands slowly glide along her glossy coat, feeling the big powerful thighs tremble and seeing the luxurious tail swish behind her. It was different taking the initiative and being the one who makes another girl tremble and while I can’t say that I like the role Gabby was my friend and I wanted to give her what she needed. Not to mention that I had a gorgeous mare wet and willing right in front of me.

I got a little closer, enough that the Clydesdale gal could feel my breath on her glistening teardrop, careful letting one hand slid along the inside of her thigh until I had my fingertips brushing the equine slit. I caressed the supple black skin, letting my fingertips run up and down and gauging how Gabby was taking this. The mare didn’t seem to mind, and while I was feeling up her pussy her own hoof-nailed hands rose and settled on the black globes gracing her chest. I just stared in awe and even a bit of envy as Gabby kneaded the equine boobies. I didn’t envy her the size of her breasts – you needed a Clydesdale’s back to carry those around!- but I did find myself curious to feel what boobs that big and so tantalizingly firm would feel like. I’d try and work my way up at some point, but first I had a job to do down here. Spreading the supple black folds I could see a more familiar shade of glistening pink inside, and since she didn’t seem to mind my opening her up I brought my lips to hers and gave her a very intimate girl-on-girl kiss.

And then I got my nose booped.

I had overheard some mares (ones less shy than the Clydesdale I was eating out) talk about 'winking' when they got a little hot and bothered, and how worried they'd get that someone would notice. From bits and pieces I came to the conclusion that mare's privates did... something when it suited them and that the mares themselves called this winking. When it happened the second time I came to the conclusion that I was being winked at. I wondered how ridiculous I must have looked with my eyes crossed and focused on the plump fold at the top of the mare's sex, waiting for the next time 'it' showed up. I didn't have to wait long, and seconds later a plump pink nub flashed as the folds flexed and slathered my face in the mare's nectar. I could not believe how cute and dainty that thing looked - like a glistening little heart that would boop my nose while the mare it belonged to whimpered softly. Very softly in fact, and it was only when I looked up that I realized why.

“They…uhm… they’re sensitive and it always feels nice to suck them whenever I…” the shy mare said, flicking her ears back before pushing her own nipple back into her mouth. For a few moments I just stared up at the sight of the buxom mare suckling herself. My boobs are big enough that I can just about get my own nipple in my mouth, but if I did it for more than a few seconds my neck might just give way so I doubt it makes for a very sexy sight. But Gabby had a bigger set and a long equine muzzle, so it looked easy for her to lift one bouncy mound up and lock those big mare-lips around it, moaning into her own perfect breast while I gazed in awe before remembering why I was on my knees for in the first place. Looking down, I once again turned my attention to Gabby’s dainty flashing heart…

Dainty was relative of course. Considering where it was it had to be Gabby's clit and as such it was certainly bigger than mine, but when one took the mare's sheer size into consideration her little pink gem really was adorable. And it suited her character that her clitty was also shy, only peeking out for a few seconds at a time. As I slurped at the winking teardrop the flashes became more and more frequent until the sight of the wet little nub provoked a response. The next time it popped out I pressed my lips to it, parting them around it and applying just enough suction to stop it from retreating. I swear Gabby nearly whinnied around the ripe breast she was sucking on. If kissing her little pink heart was enough to get this sort of reaction, I sure as hell wasn't about to let it go. With my mouth busy kissing the mare's clit I pushed two fingers into her, but quickly decided she'd need more. And with everything but my pinky and thumb pumping her supple slit I fused on lavishing gentle attention on the mare's joy-buzzer.

The equine tunnel kept pulsing, drenching my hand in a matter of seconds as Gabby's plush tummy trembled, the mare either riding out a series of teeny orgasms or revving up for a huge one. Her excitement infected me and even without a dominant partner I was getting off on the thought of getting another girl off. That excitement led me to push my pinky into the sweltering equine slit, touching the tips of my fingers together as I pumped my hand faster and faster into the moaning mare. The lip-lock I had kept the pink nub from slipping back, and I was experimenting with just how much stimulation the little heart-shaped gem could take. Tracing the tip of my tongue around it made Gabby whimper around her own tit, and pressing my tongue hard against it made her thighs tremble.

All the while her sex kept flexing around my fingers, almost trying to draw me in which I suppose was what drove me to try what I did. The moment the idea popped into my brain my body took over, my thumb folding against my palm as I gently but firmly pushed deeper in. I desperately wanted to see what was happening so I released Gabby's clit and panted against her drenched sex as I stared at the mare's muff as my hand slowly but surely sank in. I was going slowly -I swear!- but after the widest point slipped past the winking folds the equine pussy seemed to just suck me in until it was winking around my wrist. Gabby's breast left her mouth with a pop, her nipple glistening and as hard as a pebble as the wide-eyed mare tried to get a grip on her breathing. I was wondering if I'd gone too far but I couldn't help but notice the little pink gem was now flicking against my wrist.

"Gabby, are you... close?" I asked.

"Nghhhhhnnhaaah!" she said, nodding but making no demand for me to pull my hand out.

I still couldn't believe the whole thing was in there, but then again I imagine it wasn't any bigger than what a Clydesdale stallion had to work with. I held my breath as I carefully flexed my hand inside the snug equine slit, feeling her walls grip me as I closed it into a fist before opening it again, letting my fingers wriggle a little. As I did the well-stuffed teardrop kept winking and I realized why Gabby wasn't in pain. This thing was strong! I could feel the mare grip my hand with the muscles inside her even as the plump folds of her sex flexed and tried to pull more into it. This will sound weird but at that moment I desperately wished I had a real stallion-sized and stallion-shaped cock to push in there in place of my hand. I wondered what it must feel like for a stud to push into one of these only to have a mare grip his shaft and pull him deeper in. No wonder stallions didn't last long - Gabby's pussy was trying to milk a foal out of another girl's hand!

As I felt around inside the whimpering mare one of my hands slid down on instinct, fingertips finding my sex thoroughly wet as I pressed my palm against my own quite unremarkable clit. One or two is usually plenty enough for me but I guess watching the marehood in front of my face swallow my whole hand inspired me to add a third. My snug little slit clenched up around them as I pumped away, pushing myself towards the edge the panting Gabby was teetering on. Her clit was flashing like clockwork now, the glistening little gem peeking out every two seconds or so as the horny horse-girl winked fiercely around me. Then without any warning I felt the equine love-tunnel turn into a warm, wet vise, the muscles designed to milk a stallion dry now clamped down on my hand as the climaxing mare bit her lower lip.

The big shy band girl I'd known for years was looking anything but innocent, her heavy breasts quivering as she moaned and gasped, the black tips pointed and tantalizingly out of reach. I was still far from my climax, but the sight of Gabby riding hers out had stolen my breath, my eyes glued to the nubile body of the whimpering mare as little tremors ran along her belly and her thick thighs. When she'd calmed down, and more to the point loosened up I gently pulled my hand from her quivering sex, shuddering as her juices ran down my arm and dripped from my elbow.

"You okay Gabby?" I asked, getting up and placing a hand on one of her pillowy boobs. It felt every bit as good as it looked...

"Oh Claire... thank you so much!" the blissed-out mare gasped, her braining functioning only enough to be polite. "D-did you... y'know?"

"No but I don't mind. It was really hot just watching you..."

"Oh. I... I'd really like to return the favor and I kinda have this little... kind of a fantasy. You like those?" she asked, looking down to where I was still massaging a breast slightly smaller than my head.

"They're pretty amazing..."

"And really sensitive. I was... playing with them before I'd ever learned to... to make myself wink."

"So what did you have in mind?" I asked, brushing my thumb over a nipple and getting a small gasp. She really was sensitive!

"I don't think this chair will do, so lemme just... here." she said, sitting on the small platform raised about two feet off the ground that served as a small stage. "Okay now just sit on my lap and rest your back against my arm..." she said, bending her left arm at the elbow. I still wasn't sure what she had in mind but I planted my smooth-skinned tush in her sleek-furred lap and did as I was told. And it was only when he moved her arm and tilted me back that it dawned on me. She leaned over a bit and I was now looking up at those magnificent breasts, opening my legs on reflex when I felt a heavy equine hand trying to slip between them. If I had any doubt what Gabby had in mind it was gone when she bent her arm up a little, easily craning me until I was facing one perfectly round equine tit. A hoof-nailed finger probed awkwardly at my sopping folds as I pursed my lips and raised a hand to caress the mare's mound before I took her nipple into my mouth.

I had to admit that as fantasies go, this was a good one! There was something cute but incredibly kinky about one girl mock-nursing another horny teen while gently fingering her already dripping sex. Nothing was coming out, of course, but that didn't spoil my fun as I pretended-suckled, kissed, and licked and very gently teased a hard equine nipple with my teeth, raising both of my hands to heft and stroke the firm mound. I had been close and given the thickness of her finger it didn't take long for Gabby to bring me to climax, pushing my face into my breast to either muffle my squeal or just enjoy the sight. By the time I came down I swear I could have just curled up and let the big mare rock me to sleep against her bouncy bust, but we both knew that we were pushing our luck with every minute we stayed here so we cleaned up as best we could and got dressed, walking out of there as two normal, timid band girls and hoping the stains we made would be dry by the time anyone came into the classroom...

*******

My habit of lingering after gym class hadn’t changed, but I was no longer doing it to avoid being seen naked by other girls. Word spread around on the grapevine, and more often than not there would be someone either staying along or popping in to spend some time with this new girl who didn’t mind having her face treated like a bicycle seat. Most of them found it hard to believe it was me, but they definitely didn’t mind. For most part they were curious and horny young women who liked the idea of pushing someone’s face between their thighs without having to do anything in return. And As I toweled off I was disappointed that there didn’t seem to be any takers, until she walked in.

“So the lab-rat’s no longer enough for you? From what I heard you seem to be eating any pussy that you can get your mouth on these days…” came the sweetly sadistic voice from behind me. I clutched my towel to my chest on reflex, but stared in surprise to find Tracey there without her two ever-present sidekicks.

“W-what do you want?”

“Just the truth. And maybe a count. Do you even know how many girls you went down on? What about a daily average? Two… three? Stop me when I get close…” she said, doing just that. A few moments later she was close enough to make me squirm, one arm resting on the locker behind me as the predatory leer made my heart race.

“Look, if you want me to, just… I’ll…”

“God, you’re pathetic! Is this what you do – stammer and blush until someone forces you down on your knees and straddles your face?”

“W-why are you doing this?” I said, feeling close to tears. Tracey had teased and bullied me for ages, but after that time in the showers I was sure that if she ever cornered me like this it would be to use me again. I had grown to like being sexually dominated, but this was just bullying – I was naked and vulnerable and she was just being mean to me for the sake of being mean.

“Doing what? Making you say it? Making you admit you were always a dike and it took three of us using you to clean our kitties to make you admit it? Hey, look me in the eyes when I’m talking to you!” she barked when I tried to avert my eyes to hide the tears forming at the edges.

My vision was blurring but I stared her down, trying to look stern and strong even though I was desperate to just get away from Tracey. She was giving me a stern look back, but the jackal’s face was more suited for intimidation. I didn’t know what to do, I could hardly bolt out of here with my towel clutched against me, provided the bitch staring me down left me with even that much. I was almost hyperventilating at this point, gripped by a fear that was way out of proportion and steadily growing into irrational terror. Her face was now close enough that I could feel every exhale, her scent seeming to enclose me, making me feel even more trapped, more desperate.

I became hysterical and hysteria makes you do weird things. The brain just overloads and picks a reaction at random. Some people laugh out loud even though they’re scared to their core, but I did something that was a bit weirder than that. I… lunged, I guess. A rational self-defense reflex, if I hadn’t lunged with my mouth at Tracy’s lips. I’d thought about it often and maybe it was me wanting to avoid that penetrating gaze that made me close my eyes. And when you close your eyes and you have someone’s face that close to yours… well it’s almost rational…sort of…

I know it sounds like a cliché but it really wasn’t two girls growling at each other and then making out in a display of unbridled passion. For one I was frozen stiff and that included my lips and Tracey had been caught off guard by the meek girl she’d cornered doing anything this… unexpected. We just stood there with our lips pressed together until she pulled away, showing a face that was nothing like what I’d been staring at a few moments ago.

“Y-you… why did you do that?” the bitch gasped, her eyes wide, her ears flicked back and her breathing suddenly labored. I had never seen her like this – Tracey was the mean popular girl at our school. Nobody had ever confronted her, nor had anyone seen her lose her cool. Nobody and nothing could get to her. Until a terrified shy girls kissed her for no rational reason. I felt like a person driven into a corner by a vampire only to feel the fabric of a heavy drape clinging just barely to a curtain rod. Like that un-named character yanking the sheet down to expose the hissing fiend to sunlight, I lunged again.

I wasn’t turned on by Tracey at that moment, I was angry at her. But me kissing her had scared her, made her feel the way I’d always felt when she’d dig into me. I wasn’t driven by romance but by retribution, a desire to push back against someone who’d pushed me around. It had started like that, honest! But we were at a very hormonal age, bodies just approaching their sexual prime and making demands of their own…

I remember very little of that encounter, detail wise. I remember that when we broke our second kiss – which unlike the first was worthy of the name – I could see Tracy’s mascara running into the fine fur under her eyes. I’d made her cry but not exactly sad. I’d dropped my towel and realized Tracy hadn’t been wearing a bra when her nipples poked through her sheer top, hard little nubs against the softness of my own chest.

It came in the aftermath of that strange gripping fear and it was intense. Way more than that first time when she pushed me down and made me eat her out. She’d been a villain in my mind and she’d been in control which was scary, but this time no one was and that scared me even more. Our breaths mingled, our tongues twisted, strange little sounds escaping locked lips as she leaned against me, pushing me back against the lockers.

I felt a paw on my hip, felt it shake as it slid up, my own hand reaching out to run down the small of her back, stopping at the base of her tail. The big bushy thing was flagged down, not wagging like it had been while Tracy was pushing my face between her legs. It twitched to one side as my fingers grazed the base, a timid gesture but one that gave me access to her rear. On those occasions a girl brought me to my knees I often ended up palming a pair of bouncy cheeks and I have to admit I’ve grown to like the feel of another woman’s tush in my grasp. Firm yet soft, begging to be caressed and squeezed and making the most adorable sounds when I did.

Most of the time, that is. With our lips locked the weird noises Tracy and me made were muffled, but feeling me fondle her encouraged the bitch to lift her paw to one of my breasts. Her paw was still shaky and her touch wasn’t as cruel I’d expected it to be. It was awkward, a sure sign that this was the first boob other than her won the jackal had ever touched, and while she had a very eye-catching pair mine were a bit more of a handful.

When our hands eventually found each other’s privates things kind of got… blurry. The school must have been empty, because we were so lost to reality that once our kiss was broken we started making obscenely loud noises as we pumped between each other’s thighs, hips thrusting against hand or paw as the last semblance of reason left. The girl who’d been calling me a dyke minutes ago was now pushing her fingers deep into me and grinding her svelte body against mine.

Eventually we both came, both to our senses and the other kind. I remember the look on Tracy’s face as her eyes regained focus, recalling the first time I’d ever seen her vulnerable. I remembered my first quite abrupt sexual awakening after the three of them had left me kneeling in the showers reeking of feminine arousal, and what had been going through my head as I gave my own body what it had needed. Tracy told me later that the realization that she’d had an intense orgasm with another female had been a breeze compared to the guilt that trailed after that. She’d straightened her clothes as best as she could, muttered that she was sorry and dashed away with her tail between her legs. Standing naked with her scent still in my nostrils and her moans still in my ears I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see her again…

*******

What came after that wasn’t as exciting as you might think. Tracy had started dealing with things that caught her off guard and while she wasn’t ready to come clean about how she felt the bully I’d avoided was now avoiding me, at least when in her usual company. She would only seek me out when she was alone, and it would really be a different girl. Kind of a pathetic one, at first. She realized that she needed two things from me and one was forgiveness. She doesn’t like reminiscing about these early days because she knows I like her as a take-charge sort of gal, but I think it was seeing her vulnerable and confused what made me fall for her. My encounters with other girls became less frequent as I started spending more and more time with Tracey with the two of us growing more intimate until she became the only woman in my life, so to speak.

Tracey hadn’t been worried much about being caught that time she and her gal-pals had jumped me in the girls showers, but she was nervous about getting caught getting actually lovey-dovey with another girl. Her parents had divorced ages ago, so she lived alone with her mom, and had convinced me that she worked late enough for us to have a few hours of private time every day at her place. The first time she invited me over was what I think of as our first date…

“So, this is the lair of Cerberus…” I said as I was led into Tracy’s room.

“The what now?” the jackal bitch asked, one ear perked in confusion.

“It’s… it’s what Phoebe and I call you, Loraine and Elle. Cerberus was a scary three-headed dog from ancient Greek myth…” I explained tentatively.

“Oh. So that’s like, nerd trash talk, is it?” she asked, less offended than I thought she’d be. “Look, I know I fucked up and that I used to be hell on you but I’m gonna make it up I swear. I was just stupid and confused… but I’m gonna be a better person, and I’m starting off by being a better person to you! C’mon, say you forgive me, or I’ll just have to make you!”

“And how are you going to… oh no…” I said, trailing off when Tracy folded her ears back, let the sides of her mouth fall and tilted her muzzle down while looking up at me with big brown eyes. “You’re not seriously… you do realize this is still you being evil, right?” I said, trying to muster a defense against a devastating sad-puppy look. When Tracy responded with a pathetic whimper we both kept it together for a few more seconds before bursting out laughing.

“Oh God, you can just do that whenever?”

“It took a lot of practice in front of a mirror, but yeah, pretty much…”

“You practice looks in front of a mirror?”

“Well yeah. You didn’t think anyone was naturally this cute, did you?” she quipped, surprising me by planting a quick kiss while I was visualizing the bitch posing and preening in front of the big vanity mirror half-hidden by assorted cosmetics and make-up. The quick peck turned into something more serious, and remembering that we only had a few hours until Tracy’s mom got back we quickly managed to get each other out of our clothes. “Now come here…” she said, planting her tail on the bed and patting a spot beside her.

“You know… this is going to be my first time with another girl… on an actual bed.” I said, bouncing a few times on the springy mattress.

“I know. And I kinda thought we could try some new things now that we’re comfy and everything. She said, before whispering into my ear and making my face turn rosier with every word of her kinky plan. It sounded so hot and so perfect and we scrabbled across the sheets to try and get into position. A few minutes later we were still trying to make it work.

“Ow! Keep your foot out of my face!”

“My foot? I’m dealing with your paw here, at least mine doesn’t have claws…” I replied trying to wriggle my hips closer while Tracy did the same. It had seemed like such a hot idea but the more we kept trying the more it looked like doing this with actual scissors might be safer.

“Okay, we’re going with plan B. Just lay back and I’ll do the rest…” Tracy said, disentangling from me as I did as she asked. Once I was lying down she raised my legs and started pushing them back towards me. I kinda got what she was trying to do but wasn’t sure it was doable.

“Ow, stop, stop!” I said with the naked bitch still holding my ankles.

“What, you seriously can’t bend any more than this?” she asked, casting a critical eye over my nearly folded body.

“Nobody with a spine can!” I insisted.

“Well we’ll just see about that…” she said, dropping my legs and taking position next to me. “Okay, here…we…go!” she said, lifting her legs, grabbing them behind the knees and bringing them almost up to her chest!

“How did you…” I asked, looking at the smug bitch.

“Mostly aerobics. If you fool yourself into thinking you’re dancing it doesn’t feel like a workout. And I’m a pretty good swimmer. What do you do to stay in shape?”

“I… woodwinds!” I replied, avoiding the jackal’s gaze.

“Really? You’ve got some good genes then nerd-girl.”

“Why didn’t you try out for cheerleader?”

“They make you get excited about sports. Now since I’m the limber one you get to be on top this time, but don’t think for one second you’re in charge. I’m still the baddest bitch in this room…” she said, giving her tail a few wags.

“Okay, so you want me to…”

“Yeah, just straddle me like that…” she said as I spread my legs around her and brought my crotch closer to the velvety fortune-ccokie now pointed at the ceiling.

“Ohmygod, that…”

“Mhhhh, I know!” the bitch under me murred as slit met spade and a jolt ran up each of our spines.

“Wha… what do I do?”

“I dunno. Just try sort of rubbing and grinding...” she said, and without any better idea I did as she suggested.

I have to admit that feeling another girl’s most intimate part pressed against my own had been worth almost having my spine broken and having a paw shoved in my face! A canine’s body temp is a bit higher than a humans, and I was feeling that in a very delicious way now that I had a hot jackal muff smooshed against my own. It was weird being the one looking down on Tracy this way but she did look cute as she held her knees and panted adorably while I swiveled my hips around. I could feel the bushy tail fanning the air around me as the silken sensation of two young cunnies rubbing against each other gave way to slickness.

I had been sure that the closest to serious simultaneous stimulation two girls could get to was a sixty-nine, and while even my stubby human tongue could do a lot more than my dripping slit, there was something about this thing we’d just discovered that couldn’t compare to delving tongues or wriggling fingers. I felt a little awkward taking the lead, but if it was either that or try and fold myself up the way Tracy had done I figured I’d rather deal with being the girl on top. I have to say I think she had the better view from where she was. Although they were magnificent, her legs were blocking a lot of interesting bits, but I could tell by the way her eyes were pointed that she was liking the view of my chest from down below.

“Ahhhh! Ohmygod, do you feel that!?” she suddenly gaped, my hips stopping their gyrations as I felt what she was referring to. Things had gotten slick down there and I must have widened my stance enough for the puffy, bulging spade of the bitch under me to slip between my folds and just barely… catch.

“Oh wow… it’s… inside…” I said looking down at the spot where my lips were flush with the matted downy for of Tracy’s crotch, with her own dark sex nowhere in sight.

“Mmmmfffppph! This is… can you sort of… move but not move?” Tracy asked, her brain struggling with the task of processing new and exciting sensations and forming words.

“I’ll try…” I replied, guessing what she meant.

I have to admit that the notion of another woman actually being inside me like this was incredibly sexy, especially with the noises and faces Tracy was making as my sex held her little black spade. I was sure she hadn’t practiced those in front of a mirror. I started slowly, just a little back and forth motion to make sure the fortune cookie I was holding wouldn’t slip out. The heat of the jackal’s spade had been wonderful before but it was almost intense now that it was inside me, albeit only barely. I realized that the mess I could feel Tracy making was also ending up in my pussy and now it was my turn to bite my lip as the idea of having another woman cum inside me got me horned up.

If anyone had been looking at us it must have seemed like very bizarre and very slow wrestling, with Tracy more or less stock still under me and my hips making only the barest movements. It felt amazing but we’d kept it up for minutes without either of us getting any closer to what we needed, so I decided to try something else. I remembered the feel of her mattress when I first sat down on her bed, and how springy it was, so instead of going back and forth, I pushed down with my hips before pulling them back up. I bobbed up and down on the moaning jackal’s bed, concentrating before hesitating at just the right moment.

The next time Tracy’s rump bounced up, I pushed my hips down, our crotches slapping together as I found and caught my rhythm. I’m sure it still didn’t look very impressive – even with arousal swelling it up I doubt Tracy’s fortune-cookie was bigger than two inches, and too soft to actually penetrate anything. But neither of us cared much about how it looked. This felt wild, it felt madly passionate and it had our toes curling as the sounds of two horny teens reaching that point from which there was no turning back.

Up until now I’ve felt Tracy’s sex twitch around my fingers and around my tongue, but it was a very… novel sensation to feel the puffy canine spade twitching with my lips wrapped around it. I froze with my crotch pressed against the whimpering jackal’s, my eyes losing focus as I felt hot little squirts with every pulse of the canid sex. That pushed me over the edge, my own whines joining Tracy’s as we both lost ourselves in our novel little form of mating. When we were done I dismounted and laid beside her, catching my breath as the bendy bitch let her legs flop down.

“So, you… uhh… wanna be my girlfriend?” Tracy asked once she got her breath back.

“Yeah, sure…” I said, but after a climax like this I probably would have agreed to be her dinner.

“I… I don’t want you to think I’m ashamed of you or anything but… coming out is gonna be hard for me. I don’t think my mom will be thrilled about it…”

“Yeah, I know what you mean…” I said, prompting Tracy to snuggle up next to me.

“Parents, huh?”

“Oh no, I’m sure my folks will be fine with it. But it’s going to be hard telling Phoebe I’m going out with you…”

*******

"So I never asked but... I know you had boyfriends." I said. A bold question for me, but we were getting our breath back after a quick romp and with the once scary bitch snuggled up next to me and lazily playing with one of my breasts, I felt a bit emboldened.

"Yeah... so?" she asked, still finding my pale nipple more attention-worthy than my face.

"So was any of that... y'know... real?"

"Yeah, I mean... I find guys sexy, and I like cock well enough. It's just that... I wanna fuck!" she said, as if that was explanation enough.

"Well didn't you? I mean those guys didn't look like you chose them for their conversation skills..."

"Ooh, nerd-girl's punching low! I had sex with them, smartass. And for the most part they could make me cum. Some better than others... but it was always them doing the fucking and me getting fucked!"

"And that's... bad?" I asked.

"It's not good enough! I wanna do... things! I feel like I could be so good at it if I got the chance to take the lead! But guys just want you to get into position, let them slide in and then go mmh, mpffhhh, aughh, auuUughhh!" she said, arching her back as she perfectly reproduced the sort of noise she tended to make, albeit exaggerated slightly for either dramatic or comedic effect.

"That's not true. Guys like it when a woman gets assertive in bed..."

"Yeah, a woman, not a girl! They'll let a woman push them down and ride them, collar them and put them on a leash... A mistress, a hot teacher, a MILF, they'll roll over and bark like puppies for them. But if a girl their own age wants to take the lead they act like you asked to peg them!" she said and I couldn't help but giggle at the remark.

"Oh my God, as if! Like you've got a strap-on you're just itching to whip out and..." I stopped, confused by the meaningful look the reclining bitch was giving me. "Oh my... you don't really..."

"...have one? And what if I did? Is that something that would interest you?"

"Well I... I've never... I mean I guess I'm a bit curious what it would be like..." I said, and it was enough to make Tracy hop out of bed and slide under it. "Oh come on! You keep it under your bed? That's the first place moms look!" I groaned, admiring at the sight of her tush raised up, tail wagging as she rummaged around somewhere under me.

"Ooh, is that a theory, or did you pay a high price for that knowledge? Anyway, we'll circle back to what a nice geek like you was hiding from her mom sometime later because I found it!" she said, dragging a box big enough to make my eyes bulge out.

"Wha-you've got a box that big full of... oh, they're plushies." I said before realization sank in. "Oh no, tell me you don't keep it..."

"What, perfectly camouflaged? Of course I do!" she said, dragging out something big and distressingly magenta.

"Ohmygod, it's got a hose! Why does it have a hose? And don't strap-ons have... straps?"

"They do, but this is much better. It's called a Feeldoe and you'll see what the hose is for soon enough." she said, trying to untangle the thing. The toy looked sort of V-shaped, with one prong looking somewhat like a butt-plug while the other end was obviously shaped something Tracy would have between her legs if she wasn't such a… bitch.

"See, this part is for me..." she said, pushing the plug against and then into her well-tongued (by yours truly) spade. She then grabbed what I realized was a pump and squeezed it about four times, flicking her ears back as the thing inflated within her. I had to admit I was intrigued. After she was confident in the fit she pulled the hose from the base of the toy, and folded her arms behind her head as she showed of her lithe, feminine body and her new masculine endowment. "...and guess which part you get to enjoy?"

"So what, you knot me with that thing and we play tug of war with our pussies?" I asked, but I had to admit the faux-erection was doing something for me as Tracy modeled it. It even bobbed up and down in a very suggestive way.

"Like you'd stand a chance. There's a reason why these are popular with canid females - the pump is a nice gimmick, but nothing but a spade can really get a grip on this thing. It's already nice and...mmmmh - tight!" she said, giving her fake cock a suggestive squeeze. "But when I'm really turned on my pussy does what nature intended it to do. Once I got a grip, you couldn't pull this thing out with a pair of pliers!"

"I can't say I'm tempted to try. I mean, the whole pliers thing..." I said, clarifying just in case Tracy got the wrong idea. Unlike her I am very happy to take the passive role in sex, and having the sexy bitch rut me and knot me was making me want to bit my lip. "So you ever tried that thing out?"

"Well not on anyone. I put it in a few times and just sort of stroked and tugged it. It felt nice and looked hot, but it's not what this was meant to be used for. And you know how far in the closet I was. I guess I always had this fantasy I'd meet a cute guy, we'd wind up idly discussing our kinks, and he'd let it slip that he likes his ass played with..."

"And you'd whip this out on him?"

"C'mon, don't judge! I know it's not very realistic, but you have to admit it's a hot fantasy! So my bone isn't going to get a taste of some hot, tight boy-butt..."

"...or girl-butt!" I squeaked. I liked Tracy's finger back there well enough when she was eating me out, but I had reservations about letting her go buck-wild on my ass.

"Of course not!" she said, grinning wild as she slowly approached the bed... and me. "I don't wanna pump your rump. At least not yet. But for now I just wanna breed you..."

"Oh my god, are you serious?" I said, giggling but still feeling very horny.

"Yeah, I don't have literal balls. But I'm pretty sure I can make you beg for my puppies..."

"All right then..." I said, throwing my hands up on the pillows and opening my legs up, leaving me very exposed.

It was all the invitation Tracy needed. Starting at the bottom of the bed she climbed slowly, looking up at me with a definite glitter in her eyes. The magenta shaft was aimed the way it should be, not flopping around like I'd expected. It had seemed relatively soft when she'd squeezed it but now I was sure there was something like hard plastic or even metal making sure the thing was hard enough to get the job done. And that inflated part in her would probably move just enough to stroke the right places, giving Tracy even more motivation to hump into me. And by the look on her face I wasn't sure she needed it. I didn't really have experience with sex toys, owning only one tiny non-descript vibe I hoped could pass for a data storage device if discovered (things with USB ports confuse and scare my parents) and wasn't sure what it would feel like to have something lifelike yet artificial push its way into me. Nor would I have much time to wonder.

Tracy had soon reached my mound but she didn't give it more than two quick licks, getting a quick taste but making sure not to slurp up the mess I could feel myself making. I have to give it to her, she really knows how to play the predator role to its fullest - her ears were perked up, swiveling at any little noise I made, her eyes were boring into mine, her cold, wet nose twitching as she took in my scent and flashed her smile or more to the point - her teeth. I was no longer afraid of her, but the act could still make me feel a thrill that wasn't all that far from fear. The cold nose slid over my mound, the teeth gently nipped at the soft skin of my tummy, not enough to leave a mark but enough to make me squeal and squirm. Her muzzle slid between my breasts and goose pimples rose over my pale skin as her whiskers tickled their way up my cleavage, her breath hot as she huffed and puffed, my big bad bitch...

By the time she reached my neck I could - just barely - feel the tip of her toy poking against my labia. Fighting my ticklishness, I threw my head back and exposed my neck to my softly growling jackal, a symbolic act of submission but a more practical signal that I wanted it kissed. I gasped as Tracy gave me what I wanted, raining little kisses, licks and an occasional brush of her teeth just to spice things up. I felt one paw first cup and then squeeze on my left breast, my nipple hardening against the warm, soft paw-pad of the horny bitch giving me little mock mating bites. I couldn't feel her other hand but I had an idea of where it was...

By the time the jackal’s lips slid up under my chin and reached my lips her tip was being rubbed up and down my slit, the tapered point teasing my clit before traveling down and smearing itself in the slick mess. Tracy looked like she was going to ask if I'm ready, but I guess my face spoke volumes, all of them explicit. Instead she pressed her lips to mine and plunged her tongue into my mouth at the same moment she plunged the rubbery shaft between my other lips. And I do mean plunged! It was a smooth stroke but it went deep, the artificial inches slipping easily into my drenched cunny, my walls only clamping down when there was nothing but the knot pressing against my lips. My nostrils flared as I panted while at the same time tongue-wrestling with the horny bitch pressing herself against me as my body adjusted to the sudden but not unwelcome intrusion.

The shaft wasn't exactly cold but I'd gotten pretty hot and the very sudden insertion had been a bit jarring. But I was warming up to the toy, figuratively and literally, and having Tracy writhing against me was helping. I balked when I first saw the row of shampoos and conditioners in her bathroom, but I have to admit that her fur was the softest, fluffiest thing I'd ever felt, and it felt amazing against bare skin. Normally I savored it while we were locked in a sixty-nine, but it was different now that the horny bitch was rubbing her whole body against me, letting out a throaty moan as she ground her toy's knot into my slit. I had little doubt she intended to push that in at some point, and I doubted that I could stop her. If I wanted to, that is...

The moment she started pulling the shaft out it started to feel less like some lifeless thing buried in my dripping sex. I was no longer focused on what the things was but on what it was doing, and the slick surface of the fake cock played against my quivering walls as well as any real live one ever had. I moaned into Tracy's muzzle as she shoved herself in, the knot bumping against my slick labia but without enough force to sink in. I could feel her shifting on top of me, planting her elbows as she braced herself for something more serious. It didn't take her long to find her rhythm, and even less to find the right angle to really make me squeal. Our kiss grew sloppy as we both felt the need for air asserting itself over other needs, our mouths hanging open as tongues flicked and twisted against each other.

She'd said that she wanted to fuck, and now that she could she was doing just that. She was fucking me, and I have to admit doing a better job than any male I'd ever been with. It wasn't a question of force or strength even though it was obvious Tracy's canine musculature packs more horsepower-per-pound than mine did. It was something wildly passionate, a madness that seemed to spread from her to me and growing wilder as the air in the room filled with the sweet musk of two amorous females and our ears filled with the wet noises and breathy voices. I found myself squirming, trying to move my hips or arch my back even though Tracy was giving it to me just right. I couldn't believe some of the noises I was making, everything from the whimpery mewls, to the admittedly adorable gasps and the occasional sharp cry. But Tracy never slowed, never asked me if I was in pain. She knew or guessed that even if I was feeling pain it wasn't a bad one and that slowing or breaking this wild rhythm would ruin something amazing.

I could feel her perky breasts against me, the stiff tips occasionally brushing against my bouncing mounds as she bucked against my crotch. God, I couldn't believe the mess! As a warm trickle ran down into the crack of my ass I wondered if it was all me or if the jackal was leaking around that inflated bulge her spade was holding. The knot was still bumping into me, the rubbery material making it a bit softer than I guessed a real canine would be. Not that I'd know. I've never touched a knot, much less taken one and I wondered how it would feel to have that lump driven into me. For now all it did was to smash against my clit, making my toes curl. Tracy's grunts started getting growlier, the intense gaze she was fixing me with becoming glassy until she whined and her rhythm of long, lusty thrusting broke into a few short stabs and some intense grinding of a dripping knot against my well-stuffed slit.

"Did... did you just..." I panted, cut off by a canine muzzle pressed against my lips and a long tongue invading my mouth.

"Yeah, so?" Tracy breathed after breaking our kiss. "This thing isn't gonna go soft... I can -ngh!- keep going until you beg me to stop!"

I was about to reply to this, but Tracy made good on her threat, giving a slam hard enough to make me squeal before driving in, harder than I'd expected. The rubbery tip of her 'cock' was punching deep as only a few inches of the toy were pulled out before everything but the knot was driven in. And I could feel her pushing that harder as well, my dripping folds splaying a little wider each time and filling me with (among other things) a strange anticipation. When would it slip in? What will it feel like to be tied? Will it hurt? Will I mind if it does? Tracy was panting now, occasionally letting out grunts that sounded more like growls, or at least enough like growls to add an extra thrill. Laying under her I understood what she'd meant earlier when she said that she wanted to fuck. And she was right when she said that she'd be good at it.

Even if she wore a stallion-cock toy nobody could mistake her for a male - everything form the noises she was making, to the scent of her (both the perfume and the more intimate mush steadily eclipsing it) to the bouncy curves of the svelte body writhing against my own and the luxurious coat covering it that spoke of a fur-care regiment few males would have the patience for. It was all so intrinsically feminine that even seeing and feeling her in the role of an honest-to-goodness alpha male couldn’t make me see her as anything other than a gorgeous girl passionately rutting my brains out.

And rutting was the right word. Her own climax had slowed her only for a few moments, but once she got her breath back she started humping me with a vengeance, displaying impressive stamina as she did everything she could to drive that knot in. A few times it almost slipped in, splaying my soaked sex almost to the point of no return before she yanked it back along with several glistening inches. She’d need to change her rhythm form the lightning fast humping to just hard, pushing thrusts, but even if I wanted to tell her I couldn’t get a grip on my voice.

For the first time in my life I was being fucked silly and had no desire expect to lie here and take whatever this crazy, horned up bitch could give me. I could feel the impact rippling across my body, our hard nipples flicking against each other, and the ragged breath of my canine lover hot against my neck. The noises her pseudo-cock was making were too obscene to describe – the slap of knot against flesh, the slurp of smooth silicone leaving a clinging slit and the squirt of it plunging back in. She was railing me with enough force to make the mattress squeak and the bed groan in distress. Again and again the knot pushed, splayed and slapped against me until I was no longer anxious or curious about the idea of being tied. I was getting desperate!

“Puhhh-push it in. I-aaAaahh!... close…” I moaned out, my voice shaking along with my whole body.

“’Member what I said? Be-ghhh!- beg for it…” the bitch on top of me growled.

Remember? How the hell could she expect me to use my brain at a moment like this? I wasn’t sure I could remember my name let alone some pervy thing she’d said while she’d been pumping that thing up and promising me that I’d…

“Buh-breed me! I-haaaayyy- w-want your puh-puh-puppies!” I said. Oh God I actually said that!

But it was the magic word, and Tracy was more than willing to give me what I’d just begged for. She didn’t really bite my neck but she did press her bare teeth against it, and in the state I was in I couldn’t tell the difference. So while I was paralyzed by the thrill of what I was sure was a mating bite she gave one last thrust, growling as she smashed the rubber knot past my blushing folds and sheathing every bit of her fake cock into me.

The reaction of my insides to the sudden intrusion of the bulbous lump was to clamp down, which meant that my most sensitive spot was now mashed against the smooth silicone filling me past the point of snugness. My gasping and whimpering seemed to stir the bitch who’d just made me her bitch as she ground and smooshed her distended spade against my straining slit, smearing both my juices and hers as she pushed me over.

My arms and legs both wrapped around her, the huffs coming from her little black nose hot against my skin as she kept her muzzle pressed against my neck, murring and growling as she ‘bred’ me. My toes curled and my vision narrowed to a tunnel edged with little dancing motes as my breath came in ragged gasps, my body wracked by the most powerful orgasm of my life. The cock my insides were milking produced no puppy-batter, which felt strange in my current frazzled state. Tracey had played her role so well that at that mind-shattering moment I’d forgotten it was just a toy stuck in me and that the warm skin I felt against my folds was another girl’s pussy rather than the tip of a male’s sheath. After who knows how much time spend panting and mewling my legs went slack and fell down to the bed, but my arms remained wrapped around my ‘alpha’.

"Huff... I think... I think I'm done for now..." Tracy said, flopping down on top of me, our breasts smooshed hard enough together that I could feel her heart beating from the exertion.

"Aww... I thought I'd have to beg you to stop?" I cooed, wincing as the bitch snuggling up to me gave a little tug on the knot.

"You did beg though... begged for my puppies..." she murmured softly, sounding drowsy as my blush deepened with the memory of me squealing how I wanted Tracy Cooper to breed me! My alpha seemed definitely spent, and since it looked like she might nod off any second I used what strength I had left to roll us over, our crotches still connected by a toy neither of us wanted to stop playing with.

"Mhhh, bred you good... can't wait to see you with a puppy bump...” the exhausted jackal murmured, and I wondered if she was teasing me about breaking down and begging to be bred, or if she was already sinking down into a very kinky dream…

*******

You know how when you're with someone you love everything else seems to just melt away? Sights, sounds, everything in your environments just fades as all of your attention turns to the one you love? You could be making out and not notice rain starting to fall until it was pounding at your windowsill, the sunset that got you in the mood can disappear and turn into night without you realizing it? A car can pull into a driveway, a lock can turn, heels can click and you don't realize someone's there until a voice says "Honey I'm..." and then just stops dead? And you realize you're sprawled on the couch with your jackal girlfriend still on top of you, your skirt hiked up, shirts riding up and both of you out of breath and wearing 'Oh shit!' expressions? Well to be fair the car was electric, and they really should put bells on those things like they do to sneaky cats, but I suppose we should have been more careful. We'd locked the door, but the canid woman staring in shock was still holding her keys...

"Oh I... sorry..." the jackal woman said, dashing away to the kitchen as I wondered just how bad we've fucked up. Something about the look on Tracy's face made me feel like this wasn't going to be a silly misunderstanding we'd all wind up laughing about. She disentangled herself and straightened her clothing before making her way to the kitchen, tail held low. I followed a few paces behind, which I'll remind you is pretty brave for someone as timid as I am...

"Mom we, we were just..."

"I know what you were doing." the jackal said, her voice even but her hands were trembling a little as she poured herself a glass of water. She took a deep breath before turning around, leaning against the kitchen counter as she looked at the two awkward girls in front of her. "Are you going to introduce me?"

"Oh. Mom, this is Claire, my... my girlfriend." she said, pushing the words past her muzzle. I suppose I should have been touched by the introduction, but I was scared shitless considering the way I'd just met the woman who, at the moment of this recollection is waiting to officially become my mother-in-law. The sigh she heaved wasn't very encouraging either.

"Ohhh Tracy..." she said, sounding as if her daughter had brought home an F rather than a lover.

"Look mom, I know how you feel and I..." Tracey began but her mother quite calmly cut her off.

"No dear, you don't. You know how I raised you, for all the good that did. So... how serious is this?" she said, eyes switching from her daughter's face to mine. God, can only imagine what we must have looked like. Deer in headlights must have seemed dignified by comparison. Tracy didn't seem able to grasp the right words, so she just reached back and grasped my hand.

"I'm sorry, Claire is it? This isn't much of a first meeting but... Oh Tracy I really hoped you wouldn't go this way..."

"So why aren't you freaking out? You've always been more than outspoken about... this sort of thing..."

"You mean why am I not screaming my head off and throwing slurs around? Because I never bought into any of that crap, that's why. But I know for a fact how much it hurts when it's being flung at you and I hoped to keep you from it..."

"Mom, you... you never told me..." Tracy gasped out, staring dumbfounded at the woman who gave birth to her as if she was half a stranger.

"Because I didn't want you going down my footsteps..."

"So when... who..."

"When I was about your age. It was with Jessica, my best friend at the time. You never met her and... and I sort of lost touch with her after we were caught..." the jackal said, a bit of long-buried regret coming to the surface.

"You got caught?"

"Yes, and we had it worse than you two. We didn't have any place to do that sort of thing, we were scared of being found by our parents so we fooled around whenever and wherever we thought we could get away with. We got busted in the janitor's closet in school and it was very public and very... nasty. Eventually I had to transfer to a different school and have never talked to Jessica since then."

"Oh my god. So were you..."

"We weren't serious, if that's what you mean. We were very good friends, we were both very attractive and very... young." she said, although I had the impression that she almost said 'horny'. "It was fun, and it had seemed harmless until it brought our lives crashing down..."

"Oh my God, this is... this is too much! My homophobe mother had a fling with another girl before she had me... oh my God! Is that why you and dad broke up? Were you ever really attracted to him?"

"Honey, that wasn't the reason we..." the older woman said, but Tracy's thoughts were avalanching and her attention span was the first casualty.

"Yeah, but how do you know? How do you know you didn't just repress who you are and pretended to be something you're not? Doing the whole husband and child thing and all the while you..." Tracy babbled, oblivious to the fact that her mother was trying to say something until the frustrated jackal just cut in.

"Honey, I loved being with your father. His cock was just perfect and whenever we had sex he could make me cum just by..."

"Ahhhh-stopstopstop-ewwewweeeewww!" Tracy babbled, covering her big ears but finally winding down. I was still silent, and certain my face was glowing red at this point.

“The point is honey that I didn’t run away from a forbidden romance into a loveless marriage. When we spoke our vows, I felt things for your father I’d never felt for Jessica, but things… don’t always work out the way you expect. Still, I got you out of the whole deal, so I still consider myself ahead…”

“So the idea of me with another woman…”

“Woman?”

“All right – girl. It doesn’t freak you out?”

“No, but don’t let this go to your head. If you two are serious you still have a rocky road ahead of you…”

“Mom, this isn’t like back when you were growing up1 Things have changed they…” Tracey began, but the older canine cut in neatly this time.

“So I’m not the first to find out? You already came out to close friends and family members and found society excepting you without hesitation?” she asked, arching an eyebrow and cocking an ear. Meanwhile we fidgeted like we answered ‘yes’ when asked if we did our homework, only to be asked if we finished all of it…

“Okay so we didn’t… but we’re gonna.” She said, reaching out and clasping my hand. With her support I felt so strong and confident I was sure I would regain the power of speech any second now…

“I wish you luck, I really do. You’ve actually been quite well behaved for the past month or so and I think Claire is a good influence on you. But even though you might now think you have a cool tolerant mom, try and keep things ‘family friendly’ when you’re not in your room, okay?”

“Y-yes Ms. Cooper…” I said stiffly on reflex. Well, at least I managed to say something…

*******

“Okay, everything’s ready for your big walk…” Phoebe said, looking adorable in her bridesmaid’s outfit. “Wow, you’re really going to go through with this… Mrs. Tracy Cooper…” she said, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Yeah. You gonna be okay with that?” I asked, although I knew she would. She’d gotten over her shock long ago and continued to be my best friend.

“I will. At least it’s just her, and not… Cerberus.” She said with a faint smile. Tracy hadn’t been as lucky as me, and among the friends she lost were Loraine and Elle who ‘no longer felt comfortable around her’. I think losing them hurt more than Tracy was willing to admit, but as far as I’m concerned it’s their loss. And my gain.

“So during that part when the minister asks if anyone knows of a reason these two should not be wed…”

“I’ll bite on my finger if I have to…” the mousette said with a smile that filled me with confidence. After all, it’s been a thorny road that led up to here, but now it’s going to be a cake-walk down the aisle…