Some Very Friendly Help
Warning: This story contains extreme sexual scenes. If you are underage, do not read. I take no responsibility for the viewing of this content.
Legal: This story is completely mine. It may not be used in part or in whole without my written permission.
Author's Note: This is another story idea that I got from Rene Daylight and is another installment in what I'm calling my "Clones" series, though it really doesn't focus on that topic. Hope you all enjoy.
Some Very Friendly Help
Ah, the girl's night out. It wasn't like Cynthia disliked her husband and children, but there was always a different sort of fun to going out with just her girl friends to dinner and a movie. This particular night, they had actually chosen to go to a bar, and had managed to spend hours humorously dumping males that tried to hit on them with cheesy pick-up lines.
But alas, all good things come to an end, and soon half of their group was gone, leaving only Cynthia and Wendy. Wendy was a Doberman, and probably one of the finer members of her species. Her stomach was lean with an athletic build, and subtle muscle lined most of her body. Not to mention that she had drop-dead-gorgeous breasts and a killer ass.
If Cynthia were at all into dating females, Wendy would be the one she'd go for.
Another man walked up next to Wendy, a lizard of all things. Wendy didn't even give him the courtesy of letting him try his line. "Don't try it, hun. Not looking for anyone tonight." He walked away with a hung head.
Cynthia set down her glass of vodka lemonade. "Oh, come on, Wendy. It's been two years. Maybe you should try."
Wendy gave her a half glance. "I know. It's just kind of hard to. Every time I think of going home with someone I just picture his massive..."
"Wo!" Cynthia said quickly throwing her hands up. "We don't need to go there." They both laughed lightly.
"Actually, Cynthia, there is something I want to ask you."
The wolfess turned her head. She knew that tone. It was the one where your best friend was about to ask something either embarrassing or life changing."
"It's getting close to that time of year again. Do you think you could help me out again?"
A light smile managed to find its way over Cynthia's lips. Thank god, that was all. "Oh, come on, Wendy. There's tons of guys here you could take your pick of."
"I know. But I don't want to get pregnant. You know this would keep me straight for the entire period."
"Didn't we agree that it would only be the one time?"
"Yes, but I distinctly remember you saying you liked it." She drove Cynthia a hard, glaring smile.
Cynthia couldn't help but smile back. "Yeah, it was kind of nice."
Wendy smiled. "So you sleep for a few days and wake up in your next body. Why not?"
After several seconds of mulling it over, Cynthia finally sighed. "Alright."
The Doberman leaned over, taking her friend in a hug. "Thank you, Cynthia. This means so much to me."
"Yeah, yeah," Cynthia replied, waving the hug away. She turned and slid from the barstool. "I need to call my husband and let him know. And you're buying me another round because I am not drunk enough for this."
An hour later, the two ladies practically stumbled into Wendy's bedroom. Everything had been set on Cynthia's end. The family was informed and her boss had been told that she would be out for a few days.
But the two females were a little bit too drunk to consider all of that now. Instead, their minds were focused on each other, and their hands groped as their mouths pressed and kissed at each other. Normally, Cynthia wasn't in to having sex with females other than herself, but she'd found out long ago that when she was drunk, she'd fuck anything from a female to a dildo to a park bench, but that's a story for later.
The Doberman's leg caught the bed and they both tumbled down onto the sheets. Both girls laughed hysterically, red covering their cheeks.
Cynthia leaned back and started pulling her clothes off. "Alright. Let's get my new home ready."
Wendy was more than happy to quickly strip her lower body of clothing. A strong scent bellowed out into the air the moment her female lips were exposed. Cynthia turned her head towards the scent. Her pussy was pink with just a light amount of swell. The heat was only just starting, probably a few days old. "Wow. You do need help."
"That's what I've got you for, hun," Wendy smiled back. Her hand grabbed at Cynthia's head and pulled down towards her snatch. The wolfess gave in and pressed her muzzle against the folds. It was like an oven, a hot, tasty oven just waiting for seed to bake a new child. That wouldn't be happening this year.
Cynthia's tongue flicked out and dove straight into the waiting sex. Flavors hit one girl's tongue while pleasure hit the other girl's body. Wendy rolled and curled. "Oh, yeah, Cynthia, give me the good stuff."
She licked as deeply and as forcefully as she could. Her other hand finished removing her pants so that she was completely naked. No point in stopping herself from having fun, though. One hand went to her own cunny as she ate out her friend.
Wendy's pussy was soon sopping and moist. Her pleasured moans were mingled with whimpers of lust. "God, Cyn... I need something inside... Go deeper," she pleaded.
"Alright," she said. "If you insist." She went back to licking, but put more force into it. Slowly, her nose pushed through the entrance, causing Wendy to give a cry of pleasure.
"Yeah, that's it, Cynthia. Deeper, harder..."
She pushed harder, forcing her muzzle into the wetness. The hot walls sucked and pulled out her as if urging her inside. Before she went in completely, she took several deep breaths from the side of her mouth. And then her muzzle was in completely.
Something seemed to trigger inside of Wendy's body. From that point, the muscles in her snatch gripped, pulling with more force than should have been possible. Cynthia closed her eyes as the first hard pull took her entire head inside of Wendy's opening.
Wendy was in ultimate sexual bliss. "Oh, god, yes!" Her hands kneaded her own breasts, not caring that she still wore a bra and shirt.
Cynthia was enjoying it well. The hotness gripping at her skull and neck... She was a living dildo. Her finger worked at her own hole, giving herself pleasure that was aided on by her position.
The Doberman's entrance pulled hard, getting stuck at Cynthia's shoulders for only a second before stretching wide for them. More and more of her body was pulled inside as the pseudo-mother writhed in blinding pleasure. Her lower body bulged with the body that it was taking.
Cynthia suddenly felt the hot walls vanish and she entered a new space that was like an empty sack. This was her womb, she thought. She could feel her lungs start to tingle from the lack of oxygen, but that would be remedied soon. She pulled herself in the rest of her way, her legs and feet vanishing into Wendy's entrance with a slirp. Curled up in the warm embrace, Cynthia continued her masturbating.
It was too much. Even with nothing filling her entrance, Wendy continued to grind her hips in pleasure. A powerful orgasm hit her suddenly and she groaned long and hard.
But it was suddenly cut short by a kicking sensation from her swollen belly. She put a paw against the mound. "C... Cynthia?" Another paw pressed back against hers and she smiled. "Thank you, Cynthia."
Sudden exhaustion overtook her. Her head flopped back and she fell asleep the moment she hit the pillow.
For Cynthia, it was a bit slower. More and more, her lungs began to burn. She started to black out, just like she always did when she was starved of oxygen. Next would come the panic and then nothing. Involuntarily, she opened her mouth and breathed deeply. All that met her was burning fluid.
She coughed and gagged, but only sucked down more fluid. Her lungs burned, her mind shattered and she panicked, pressing outwards against her prison to now avail. Starved, her lungs gave up and her actions became weak. Her body went limp into exhausted sleep.
Two days later, Wendy rang the doorbell at the home of the Everest family. She had to wait only a few seconds before the door opened with a wolfess standing on the other side. "Hey, Cynthia."
"Wendy, good to see you again. Come in." They went in together and sat in the living room. Cynthia's hand quickly went to her friend's still-full belly. "How am I doing in there?"
"Pretty well, I suppose," Wendy replied. "Should be another week or so before you're gone completely. I'm lactating too, which can get annoying."
"Well, it's better then the alternative, right?" Cynthia smiled. Wendy smiled back.