An Angel Gets Bluepilled
Warning: Contains Yeenis!
If you don't get the meme, learn a bit about the peculiar anatomy that a female hyena has. It's a pseudopenis, not a real one, but it sure can work like one when needed. It will be used on Anon.
Angélique is your girlfriend, your everything. She's perfect, kind, and understanding, but maybe a bit too soft. You'd like her to be a little more mean with you, but the sex still isn't anything to sneeze at. You've tried to push her into revealing what her hidden desires are, but the poor thing is so shy that she can't even bear to tell the man she loves. Her heat has finally set in, and you are about to get all of your wishes in an explosive way.
An Angel Gets Bluepilled
marumarun
Summary:
Warning: Contains Yeenis!
If you don't get the meme, learn a bit about the peculiar anatomy that a female hyena has. It's a pseudopenis, not a real one, but it sure can work like one when needed. It will be used on Anon.
Angélique is your girlfriend, your everything. She's perfect, kind, and understanding, but maybe a bit too soft. You'd like her to be a little more mean with you, but the sex still isn't anything to sneeze at. You've tried to push her into revealing what her hidden desires are, but the poor thing is so shy that she can't even bear to tell the man she loves. Her heat has finally set in, and you are about to get all of your wishes in an explosive way.
Chapter 1
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Angélique really is an angel, your angel. You're the luckiest man in the world to have ended up with such an understanding and kind girlfriend. Too many anthros treat a man like property, a trophy, or just a walking dick. She treats you like a treasure, always respecting your wishes, even if things are just a little bit unequal. You have to admit, you like it. She bucks any stereotype that you'd imagine. You don't know how she ended up so far North, the Midwestern city you call home, almost the polar opposite of NOLA. Her Creole roots take a lot of digging to see, with her gentle and mousy personality and lack of an accent. She does call you her cher, which is a cute little pet name, if not a bit embarrassing. Her family is boisterous yet lovely, truly a second family, and the food they make is amazing. You feel like anthros have an unfair advantage during a seafood boil with their claws. Hyena claws are pretty dull, but they'll sink into a crab like no one's business. But just as with the culture that raised her, she smashes other stereotypes.
You, as a human, have heard everything under the sun about Hyenas. Loud, crude, promiscuous, violent, the works. That's not your Angélique. She's just soft and values her friends to a fault. The empathy she has for strangers makes you feel ashamed sometimes. The only thing you'd ask is for her to be a bit more assertive sometimes. She's no slouch in the bedroom, but a YEENED star she is not. At this point, you're not quite sure if the image the media paints about Yeen culture is true in the slightest. Maybe it's just marketable? Angélique isn't a punk rocker, a gangster, a metalhead, or any bombastic counterculture stereotype. You wouldn't mind seeing her in a gothic getup, but she doesn't like to dress up.
She was wearing form-fitting jeans when you met her, flattering her pudgy thighs, and a baggy hoodie with some cutesy Japanese character on it. Konnichiwa Kitsune, if you remember correctly. It was perfect for the event about to occur. She shyly took a seat next to you, a bit flustered to be next to a boy. She was the first to break the silence, and you cringed internally from what might come from this girl's mouth. Being the only guy at a table can get bad.
"Can I see your character sheet?" she asks.
She looked over the paper at your admittedly vanilla human bard, Tarcisio. He's handsome, charismatic, and witty, able to talk his way out of any situation. Above all, his skill with a lute can't be beat, for a Level 1 character, that is. Simple, yes, but it's how you play him. He's as dramatic as a Shakespearean player, letting you play the class clown like you love to do during a session. She handed it back, a pleased smile on her face.
"I'm Griszrihz," she says. "My character, I mean. My name is Angélique."
She decided to be a Gnoll barbarian, not too shocking. It doesn't much fit her character, but the lore and backstory that she's plotted out is dizzying. She takes the RP part of TTRPG the most seriously, something very welcome to you. As the sessions went on, the two of you were inseparable, bouncing off of each other perfectly. Having your characters be good friends in the game quickly became the same for the players as well. In your unofficially assigned seats, your bodies would get closer and closer every session, and things started to get pretty flirtatious. In character, that is. She really becomes another person during a game, liberated and free. You love both sides of her. You were urging her for a while to ask you out, talking about fun events or new joints that opened up, but she never seemed to get the point. When you eventually invited her out to some gastropub, she was mortified to be asked out by a man, but quickly got over it. The atmosphere of the trendy bar seemed to make her uncomfortable, but the effortless conversation and jokes put her at ease. When you parted at your cars, she was brave enough to place a short kiss on your lips, causing you to promise more dates.
There were many more. She's always been such a patient girl, not at all pushy like any other anthros, but you could see the excitement in her eyes when you asked to go home with her. Your first time together was unsurprisingly a bit awkward and amateurish at the start, but her natural instincts remedied that quickly. You've always been satisfied with your sex life together, but you've always been able to tell that she's holding something back. Time passed, and you've now settled into a blissful domestic, if still unmarried, life.
"So, what's the occasion?" you ask Angélique.
"I just wanted to do something nice for you," she says back with a smile.
This is a really nice restaurant for it to just be "something nice." A full winery, despite your distaste for the stuff, and the finest French cuisine. Meals with this many courses are not your standard fare. She always preferred delivery, the good stuff, but to avoid going out too much. The one thing that puts you at ease is that something like this is just chump change considering her career.
"C'mon, Angél, tell me the truth..." you tease her.
"I'm being serious, Anon," she replies.
You reach over the table to grab her paw.
"I know, you're a terrible liar," you say. "Sorry for messing with you."
"I'll get you back for that later, you know," she pouts.
The final course arrives, a single dainty dessert. It's light and creamy mousse, with a wonderful citrusy aroma thanks to zested lime. It's refreshing, perking you up a bit from the effects of the lazy atmosphere. She pays the bill with a very generous tip and takes you by the hand as you walk out to the street. Her fingers intertwine with yours, something she loves to do, even if the height difference makes it somewhat awkward. She rents a decent condo downtown, so walking is the preferred method to get around town. You don't really match the rest of the nightlife, as she's still in her usual comfy hoodie. It's perfect for the weather, and always looks adorable on her, so you don't care who would judge you two. They just wish they could be as happy as you. The two of you ride the elevator a few floors and let yourselves into your abode. It's not just her home, it's yours as well. The two of you relax a bit, watching a few programs before heading to bed. She gets dressed in her nightwear, much less cute and more sexy than anything. It's a sheer white négligée, her thick dark nipples poking through the tissue-thin fabric. You can never tell if she dresses up like this because she's in the mood, or if she just likes the attention. You get your answer when she snuggles into your backside, nestling your head in between her breasts. Angélique is not fit by any stretch of the imagination, but she's oh-so-soft in all the right places. Cushy thighs, with just the slightest paunch, make her the perfect bedmate. She hooks her head around your shoulder to poke at you with her wet nose, and you ruffle the wild mohawk characteristic of her species.
"So, uh..." she mumbles a bit.
"What is it, honey?" you ask.
"I'm pretty sure tomorrow- It'll be the first time-" she struggles to speak.
"Yeah?" you ask.
"I think it's going to be the first time that I'm going to be in heat since we've been together," she informs you.
"That's going to be something," you comment. "Are you going to be that different?"
"I don't know," she admits. "I don't think so, I mean."
"It's fine either way," you assure her. "Is there anything you want to do? Besides the obvious, that is."
You want to push her a little bit more, but she gets very shy when it comes to talking about sex.
"No, just the regular stuff," she says softly. "Just a lot of it."
No dice, but that's fine. You always suspected she'd want to do some kind of role-play at least, but that seems to be too much for her to admit. Maybe when the hormones start raging through her body, it'll happen naturally.
"I guess I'll have to get a lot of rest, then," you joke. "G'night, Angél."
"Good night, Anon," she replies.
When you wake up, Angélique is rummaging around in the bathroom, very loudly. You get out of bed, groggy, and call out to her.
"Honey, are you alright?" you ask.
"I'm fine! Just fine," she assures you.
She's a terrible liar, as always.
"You don't sound fine to me," you reply.
"It's okay, it's okay, just wait out there," she pleads.
You wait for a very long while as she causes a commotion and you have to interject again.
"Angél, what happened?" you ask.
After a long pause, she answers.
"I didn't take my birth control," she says.
"It's just one day, it should be fine," you tell her.
"I took something else by accident..." she continues.
"Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?" you ask, starting to get concerned.
"I promise you, it's fine," she says, her voice shaky. "It's just... Remember when we were taking care of your granpere over the weekend?"
"Yeah?" you answer, waiting for her to continue.
"I took one of his medicines..." she says. "I took the blue pill."
"His blood pressure medication?" you ask, confused.
"No..." she says. "Just- Just wait a bit."
You wait even longer, and she's stopped moving around quite as much. All you can hear from the bathroom now is heavy panting.
"Honey? Are you okay? Please come out," you beg. "If you don't, I'm coming in."
That's enough to get her to exit, and you're met with quite the sight. She's in her négligée, but the hem of the front is hiked up. You now are aware of which little blue pill she took. You're plenty aware of what sometimes happens with a hyena's anatomy, but this is on a whole different level. It's her pseudopenis, a unique adaptation of her pussy, where it inverts and even gets erect. Very, very erect in this case. You don't understand the purpose of it, or why it happens, but you accept every part of your girlfriend. Hopefully, she's able to deal with it as usual.
"It-it's gotten like this..." she gasps out.
She's always been very shy, and despite your best efforts, ashamed of her natural reactions. She'd normally try to tuck it away or cover it with her hands, but she's doing something completely different this time. Like some kind of crazed flasher, she lifts up the edges of the nightwear, so it can angrily point in your direction. She takes a few menacing steps towards you, her breaths so hot and humid that you can almost see them.
"Are you having trouble taking care of it?" you ask. "Take as much time as you need, I'm not going anywhere."
She continues staggering towards you until her crotch is mere inches from your face. You start to back up, but she roughly grabs you by the head. This is a bit scary, she's always been so gentle normally.
"You love me, right Anon?" she asks. "You can lick it just a little bit, right?"
This is... different. You're not quite sure how you feel about this. You have to admit that you started watching a lot of YEENED when you first met her, but this isn't the sort of thing that comes up in their videos. You know this content exists out there, you've just never looked into it. You hesitate to answer at all.
"Please, just a little bit," she begs. "I've always wanted to do this."
She's grinding the tip of it against your mouth, smearing her juices all over your lips. It appears that you've finally found out what her secret fetish is. Regardless of how you feel about it, there's the tiniest doubt that she won't take no for an answer in her state. If it's just something little like this, you might as well oblige her. It's not that different from normally eating her out, right? You wrap your hand around her organ, and it's searing hot. She's probably more worked up than she's ever been before. It's not too much bigger than yours despite how much larger she is overall, but it's still intimidating up close. That only applies to the girth, however, it definitely has inches on you. She smells exceptionally musky, solely due to her arousal. She's normally meticulous about that sort of thing. She's been sweating in the bathroom and bleeding out pheromones for god knows how long at this point, though. It takes a moment to compose yourself before you tentatively lick at the tip. She's dripping wet and despite the change in shape, it's still the same metallic tang that you're familiar with.
"Oh! Ooooh..." she purrs.
She's already shivering from the stimulation. Her dull claws dig into your scalp as she grips you even harder. You angle her stiff protrusion upwards and experimentally drag your tongue along its underside. The salty taste of sweat mixes with her excitement. You keep on licking it up and down, getting her flesh slick with saliva. Her mouth is open now, tongue lolling out as she pants wildly.
"Suck it a little bit," she pleads. "J-just the tip!"
Before you can even protest, she wrenches your mouth open and forces her meat in. Her hips buck a bit forward, causing you to gag, before she pulls back, remembering her promise. She pets your head, savoring the sensation. It feels very strange to have her inside your mouth like this. You might as well go all in on this, so you swirl your tongue around it. She lets out a groan of pleasure and starts bobbing your head back and forth. She pushes her way in and out of your mouth slowly. The action grows smoother as her feminine lubrication starts to flow freely from the tip. It starts to pool in your mouth, and you have to noisily slurp it down.
"Oh god, your mouth is even better this way," she moans.
Gradually, her movement starts to become less inhibited. Her hips sway back and forth as she gets more into it, each thrust growing deeper. Liquid starts to drip from the corners of your mouth. Any semblance of self-control breaks when she finally probes far enough to make you gag. You feel her fingers tighten on your head as she pushes it to the hilt. You feel your throat convulse and some mixed fluids bubble from your lips. Your nose is pressed into her fluffy, soft belly for a moment before she starts pumping away in earnest. You're not sure if you could handle this pace normally, but she's leaking so much gooey excitement that it's almost frictionless. That doesn't stop the invading organ from choking you, and you both grunt every time she bottoms out.
"Your throat feels so good!" she moans, her thrusting starting to speed up. "You're made for yeen use."
That's a first. She's never shown any signs of being into species play at all, but maybe it just wasn't the right scenario. She's getting frantic now, taking no heed of your struggles. She's starting to let out that whine she makes when she's close to cumming, just a lot more bestial. All of a sudden, all of her weight is thrown onto you, and you're pushed onto your back. Her flesh hasn't left your mouth this whole time. She's let go of your head, but you're pinned under her full weight. She's just wildly humping your face now. Tears are streaming from your eyes, staining the fur of her thighs.
"Take it, you fucking slut!" she growls.
It's the most vulgar dirty talk that you've ever heard come out of her. Some kind of switch flipped, and you can't stop her now. You're starting to feel dizzy, and even as you try to tap out, she doesn't even notice. Her thighs slap against your cheeks over and over again as she fucks your face. With a few final thrusts, she finally finishes. Letting out a yell, she grinds her length as far down your throat as she can. She shudders and a small trickle of fluid runs down your gullet. She eventually pulls her lower body off of you, long sticky strings connecting the two of you. You cough and try to catch your breath while she rubs the tip of her erect crotch on your cheeks. Your face is an absolute mess, slathered with sex and saliva, and sore from the abuse. She shifts her body and starts to clean up your face with her tongue.
"You've got a sweeter mouth than a French Quarter whore," she says before giving you a sloppy kiss.
Her crotch is poking you in the legs all the while, showing no signs of calming. There's no such thing as a refractory period in a yeen girl, after all. She pulls back, probably so that she can go dry herself off. To your surprise, she grabs you and flips you onto your stomach. You're still in a daze and don't really get what she's doing. You feel a jolt of alarm when she grabs you by the hips and brings you to your hands and knees.
"A-Angél?" you stutter out. "What are you doing?"
"Don't worry," she says unconvincingly.
"Wait, slow down-" you say as you feel her drip a dollop of saliva on your backside.
"Relax, and it'll feel good sooner," she says as she pushes your head into the mattress.
You feel something wet press against your ass and come to the conclusion that she's not planning to wait in the least. You never planned to lose your anal virginity, but you're okay with it if it's her. You just wish that there would have been an actual plan and preparation, instead of essentially being told to bite the pillow. Her organ is thoroughly lubricated, dripping with spit and fem cum to lessen the blow. The tapered end might help ease you into it at first. She's still your loving girlfriend, so you hope that she's not too high on desire to do you too rough. At first, at least. You know that will change when she decides that you've had enough time to get accustomed to it. The pressure against your asshole slowly increases until the inevitable eventually happens. The tip of her organ sinks about an inch into your posterior, causing you to hiss in pain. It feels bigger than it looks, but the copious amount of lubrication made it enter fairly easily. She seems to notice your initial discomfort, so she lovingly strokes your side with one of her paws.
"There we go," she coos. "Not so bad, right?"
You mumble incoherently into the bed, and she takes that as a signal to continue. Gradually, her meat sinks inch by inch inside you. As it glides in, you get shocked by a jolt of pleasure as it rubs your prostate. You gasp from foreign stimulation, feeling your cock jump. You're ashamed that you've been hard since she violated your mouth, but this is something completely different. She bottoms out, and the unfamiliar fullness makes you feel strange.
"Good boy," she purrs, moving her fingers to your mouth.
She starts to withdraw herself as her fingers play with your tongue. With shaky hips, she thrusts back in, poking your special spot each time.
"You're so tight," she hisses. "I've wanted to fuck this ass from day one."
She always liked to playfully swat at your rear with a hand or her tail, but it takes a whole new meaning. She's been fantasizing about this for well, well over a year. It feels nice to fulfill that for her, you just wish it would have been a little less spontaneous. Her slick rod pumps back and forth, and you have to admit that you're starting to enjoy this as well. You try to hold it back, but eventually, a moan escapes your open mouth, causing her to pause and lean down to your ear.
"Does my little human like getting fucked in the butt?" she teases. "I'll do it nice and hard for you."
Now, seeing that you're enjoying it as well, she abandons any idea of restraint. Her hips start to swing faster, and she pants hot breaths down your neck. There's no clean, minty scent as usual, replaced by a non-offensive bestial odor. It really makes it strike home that she's not your angel right now. You're being used by a predator. This isn't exactly what you had in mind, but you've always wanted her to get rougher with you. As if she were reading your mind, she starts biting at the scruff of your neck, letting out an animalistic growl. She starts humping even faster, her natural juices keeping things wet and hot.
"I've ruined you for all the other girls. You're my little human slut now, made to be fucked by a yeen," she says. "Say it."
"I'm your little slut," you manage to choke out, too horny to be embarrassed.
Her arm curls around your neck, starting to choke you.
"That's right, you're mine now," she growls. "Every part of you, forever."
She's pounding you like mad now, edging you both closer to orgasm. You never thought you would cum this way, but she's introduced a forbidden pleasure to you. Her wet thighs slap against yours as her chokehold grows tighter and tighter.
"I'm the alpha bitch, and you're my fuck meat," she declares. "And I'm going to use you to cum."
You start to grow dizzy and she finally reaches her peak. She thrusts in as hard as she can, grinding her flesh as deep as she can in you. There's a sharp, hot pain in your shoulder as she bites down. This drives you over the edge, and you cum as well. You gasp as you shoot out rope after rope of sperm onto the bedsheets. Even as your orgasm starts to die down, she's still trembling, her stiff organ twitching inside you. Your vision starts to go dark but she thankfully slackens up at the last minute. It takes her a while to withdraw from your rear, and she collapses, pulling you into her embrace. She's finally calmed down a bit, simply enjoying spooning you.
"Jesus Christ," you mutter out.
"Sorry, cher," Angélique whispers. "Are you okay?"
"I-I think?" you answer.
She starts to nuzzle your cheek, letting out the "purrs" unique to a hyena.
"I just couldn't control myself," she apologizes. "I don't know what came over me."
"It's fine, Angél," you reply. "I enjoyed it in the end."
"I said so many embarrassing things, too..." she says in a small voice.
"I thought it was sexy," you respond. "I'm glad you could be honest with me."
She gets quiet after that.
"Can I be more honest with you?" she asks. "I've been too nervous to, uh-"
She gathers her courage and holds her breath as she grabs something from the nightstand. It's a small jewelry box, and you instantly know what it is. She can't bring herself to flip it open, and you're struck speechless. She, however, takes that as refusal.
"I can't believe I've done this," she moans. "I'm sorry, I'm so stupid..."
She starts to turn away, but you take her by the hands and grab the box. It's a simple yet elegant ring, and it fits perfectly on your finger.
"Did you already have in mind what kind of ring you wanted?" you ask casually.
Instead of an answer, she simply rolls on top of you and kisses you. She's unbelievably happy that you accepted her awkward proposal, and every part of her is just as happy. When she finally breaks the kiss, you address the pressing matter pressing against you.
"Shouldn't it have stopped being hard already?" you ask.
"No time to worry about that," she shrugs it off. "We're not done yet, cher. You still have to cum inside me."
She's still erect, but that doesn't stop her from lining up your cock with her entrance.
"Is this even going to work?" you ask as her wet arousal smears against the head of your dick.
"I'm going to make it work," she states.
She wrestles with it, and it's very obvious that it's going to be a tight fit. True to her word, however, the tip finally sinks in. She struggles a bit to get it all in, and it feels different, to say the least. Instead of her powerful muscles massaging you, it's just turgid textured flesh. It's a good thing that Estrus has her so wet, because her swollen protrusion is practically strangling your cock. She lets out a strained sigh when the tip of her extended pussy contacts the base of your rod.
"Are you okay?" you ask.
"I wouldn't worry about me, my little human," she says, putting on a tough girl façade. "Just say the safe word if I start breeding you too hard!"
"What's the safe-" you start to ask before she cuts you off with her motions.
There's no warming up for what is hopefully the final bout of sex. She's just gone into a steady clip, swinging her hips without answering that there never was a safe word. It's kind of a mean-spirited joke, but it'll be fine. Probably. It's not furious or violent, yet, since it seems she's just trying to find her bearings in this extreme alteration to normal sex. She's not quite sure how to thrust her hips, her body confused by the alien movements required. It's like a bizarre missionary position, her lower body between her spread legs. You're more distracted by the sight than anything, seeing her long pseudopenis thrust towards you, swallowing up your real penis. There's something deeply emasculating about this, in a way that you can't explain.
"Laying on your back with your legs spread for me," she teases. "How's the view from down there?"
"It's really weird, I'm not going to lie," you admit.
"It's good weird, or at least it will be," Angélique assures you. "I love it. On your back, presenting yourself to your alpha."
She seems to have gotten the hang of things down, and she's thrusting in earnest now. There's a wet squelch from her tight entrance every time you hilt inside her. The throbbing heartbeats from the cylinder of flesh around you provide a strange stimulation. One thing that you don't like as much is the distance. Your sexes are as close as they can be to each other, but the rest of her body feels so distant. You like feeling her thighs on yours. With all the alien stimulation, though, you're growing closer to yet another orgasm. She then gets a little more adventurous and lifts you by the hips, letting her body straighten up. She starts pulling your hips closer to hers while she thrusts. Your upper body can only hang limply, and you grab at the sheets.
"That's right! I'm going to breed my human slut!" she shouts. "I'm gonna breed my fiancé."
She's swinging you back and forth like a rag doll now that her hunger has been reawakened. Flesh collides against flesh, and the wet entrance of the tip of her organ smooshes against your crotch. It's almost like lips leaving you wet, sloppy kisses.
"I'm going to cum soon," she pants out. "Cum for your alpha!"
With a few furious thrusts, she cums and shoves you as deep as she can, the extended rod twitching around you. Your cock enters her the deepest that it has so far, the tip breaking through and finally finding its place in what you'd consider the regular part of her vaginal canal. Her muscles squeeze and stroke at your glans, and that sets you off as well. You let out a torrent of cum directly into her pussy. Volley after volley, you fill her with an obscene amount of seed. You stay inside her until nothing is left, and she pulls her organ off of your cock and lays down next to you. It has finally started to revert to normal, now making all of your sperm spill out of her. The two of you cuddle for a moment to enjoy the afterglow.
"I love you, Angél," you sigh. "But no more blue pills anytime soon."
She seems nervous to say something but forces it out.
"About pills..." she mumbles guiltily. "This accident really makes me worried that I may have mixed up the birth control more than one time..."
"Hey, you're my fiancé now," you say. "Maybe we don't need any pills from now on?"
"I love you, cher," she says as she buries her face into you. "I think that sounds like a dream come true."
A commotion from the bathroom startles the both of you, and you see a mess of spilled medication start rolling around the floor. Red pills, blue pills, white pills, and black pills.
It's time to clean this house.
THE END
Notes:
This was longer than I expected. I don't have a lot to say, other than not to read the joke chapter unless you're a certain special someone.
Here's a dirty, dirty song for a dirty, dirty fic.
Tie My Pecker to My Leg - Mojo Nixon
In other news, I am returning to the ramp rat life for the first time since I started writing. (Unless you count that super short gig where I was a refueler, don't ever do it boys!) Pray for me that I finally get me my pilot dommy mommy, especially a fuzzy one.