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Thomas "Jag" Russels had the biggest cock at Pendleton High. This was common knowledge-- his first year, someone had cried out in shock on the second day in the locker room, and the legend was born. Of course, horses were expected to be pretty big, but Jag pushed the stereotype to new levels. By the time he was a senior, he was basically the epitome of manliness-- star of the football team, six foot eight and muscled enough he might have torn through his clothes at any moment. His dick was "the" dick, often a visible bulge in his (perhaps deliberately) tight shorts, and while many girls claimed with pride to have shared a bed with it, or at least a carseat, few could actually handle it. It was an object of desire, wonder, and intimidation.

With all this in mind, Lith had a strange feeling in his gut watching "the" dick grind into the undercleavage of the closest thing he'd ever had to a girlfriend. He felt very odd indeed, perhaps a bit dizzy, standing in the doorway watching them. At his feet, a huge, rumpled shirt almost obscured the little black top lying underneath it. A trail of garments led to the foot of the bed where the two lay together, intertwined, lips locked messily. The only scrap of clothing between them was a gauzy little skirt around Melody's hips, bulging in the front, though the dragoness was diverting his seeking hands from that mighty hill to her breasts and rear for now, trophies he was happy enough to seize in those big, dark hands, black on black, rust on ebon.

He was a brown beast, white smeared across his snout, but his hands and feet were stained dark enough to look black against anything but her smooth hide. And the dick... it shoved against her impatiently, longer than anything had a right to be. Patched pink and brown, with a thick, messily nubbed ring about its middle and a head, not round like Lith's, or even pointed like Melody's, but squared. Not meant to squeeze in smoothly. Not meant to grind around and tease into a tender little hole. This was a battering ram, without pity or apology. A tool not for stretching holes but conquering them. A brute of a dick, towering, swaying, longer than long. Longer than her. His stomach clenched.

She'd told him, beforehand. She'd told him to wait, quietly, and come when he was nice and distracted. She'd told him to come and crawl up onto the bed as quietly as a shy little kitty could, to sneak over her as she stroked that beast, and wrap his lips around that man's cock.

The taste... was bitter. His juices were already dribbling down his shaft, and they pooled behind his lips, smearing across his tongue. His mind cast back, wondering what could have brought him to this moment, trying to pleasure another man with his mouth, and he found... nothing. But the thick musk soaking into his nose and slowly sliding down his throat held some hint of that familiar spice of the dragoness, and in that, he found some quiet solace. He swallowed the horse's juices, and pushed.

Jag, meanwhile, seemed to be going through his own crisis of sorts. He'd taken a moment to really register what had happened, but his nostrils flared of a sudden, a whinny rising in his gut as he broke the kiss, eyes blinking open. Melody was there. She held him close, lips grazing over his as she whispered. "You don't mind if Lithy joins in, do you? I simply couldn't fool around without him." The horse stammered and rose a hand, but the she guided it away from the kitty and back to the dragoness. "Let him have a little fun. You'll enjoy it, I promise." She giggled, a smoky, low sound. "Come here..." A moment of uncertainty, and she swept him up in another kiss. A fat glob of bitter pre pushed to the back of the feline's tongue.

Every drop of that stuff, every lick he took at that throbbing shaft, the musk of him seemed to soak into his tongue and his muzzle, working down his gullet. He could feel it stain him, but... the bitterness of it all was... starting to make him drool. Like the satisfaction of picking a scab, he started to relish the rankling taste of that spewing sap despite himself. He bobbed and milked the dick, letting it dribble and spurt on his tongue, the kitty growing impatient. Compared to the subtle pleasures and textures of the dragoness, this horse was a bumbling... doofus! His pleasure spots were obvious and massive, each one triggering a powerful throb and a thick glob of prefluid at a mere feathering of his tongue. He suspected he could drive the horse to orgasm with a few harsh strokes of his tongue alone, and for a moment, he was tempted. He could push this great, Adonic stallion to lose all control of himself with barely an effort, to look like a quick shot, a novice, a virgin. He could show Melody just how manly this jock was. But... he wouldn't. He would keep going... if this was how Jag was, he'd clearly never experienced the kind of pleasures he'd honed for the dragoness. He'd never been kept going... and going... and going, without release, until his every muscle burned for release. After this orgasm, Jag would never be able to enjoy one of his little mindless sluts again. That is... if Lith let him orgasm. He knew one thing. Lith was going to educate this playboy on just what a blowjob was, and he wasn't going to let him get off this ride early. He was going to get the full tour.

Tonguing across the little fat knob at his tip was all well and good. He could make the brute shoot jets of pre a good four feet just by touching the silly thing with his tongue. Dragging his lips, loose and soft and pouting ever so gently against that velvety flesh, across the stubble of his head, along every little ridge and bump of his wandering, squarish "crown," he set that tower of meat throbbing and heaving up, the horse's hips searching for some mare to hilt in. No such luck. Like everything else, the horse's ring was a sweet spot, and gentle little nibbles, just dragging his teeth against them, actually milked little whimpers from the equine. His thick, ugly veins swelled all along that shaft pushing the blood to fuel that monster, and a subtle tonguing along those jagged paths set the horse shifting his legs, squeezing them together as his toes started to curl. The horse's sheath was new, but Lith's tongue handled every fold confidently. The lip was tender, blunt to licks but oh so sensitive to a teasing fang, setting those mighty, meaty hips trembling like a girl's. Inside, the taste was bitter and sweaty, but the most profound moans rolled out and against the dragoness' lips as his tongue plumbed those forbidden reaches. The stallion's sack was huge, even for the cumbersome orbs wrapped up in it. It hung loose and leathery down his thigh, his nuts oblong and steaming hot. When he delicately sucked one full nut snug into his muzzle, the stallion let loose a high neigh, and he could feel that rewarding pulse of life beating his tongue to the floor of his mouth. The long, elaborate tour back up that obelisk had the horse huffing and heaving, drawing a deep breath before finally moaning slowly as two soft, warm lips finally slid down around his head once again, eating him up. From now on, Lith promised himself, the stallion would beg for his mouth.

A warm giggle. "Now, didn't I tell you? Here... get up a little." The dragoness' hands were guiding the lust-blinded stallion, who rose onto his knees as the kitty's eyes rolled up and tried to see what was happening. "I bet you're ready to fuck that hot lil mouth, hmmm?" A low nicker in the horse's gut was her only answer. The kitty froze, some cursed mixture of dread and excitement churning inside him as he found himself on his paws and knees, staring down that shaft as it aligned with his throat. "Well, go right ahead. He's more than able..." She purred in his ear and gave it a nibble, one hand gently holding up the sag of that thick ring at his middle as the other gave a gentle push on his rear.

A guttural roll of hungry thunder crashed over the feline's ears, and "the" dick, the battering ram, stretcher of mares, the blunt object, impaled between his throat muscles and trampled over his voice box with an audible "gkkk!" before barreling down his throat, down and down, riding on the oozy coating of his own pre juices as it plunged into his body-- past his neck, down into his chest. For one amazing, terrifying moment, it felt like the shaft wouldn't stop coming, but the sudden shove of sweaty hide to his face reassured him he wasn't going to be run through. Not quite. He felt like the stallion had surely hilted against the bottom of his stomach, but it might have just been his imagination. His body jerked into reaction a beat after, the sudden, jarring intrusion not... entirely unfamiliar, but jarring in its intrusiveness. He didn't have to see them side by side to know now-- he was much longer, but she was thicker. He was scraping up parts of his insides she had never been able to reach, but he was not so nearly as great a strain on his inner muscles-- even as he swelled thick with orgasm. He'd felt the first throb when he was halfway down, and juices burst inside him the very moment the horse hilted, flooding his stomach as the horse groaned and wrung at the feline's shoulders. So much for keeping him on edge for hours.

Slow chuckles rolled over the horse's shoulder. "Oh, you liked that, did you? I hope you're not done already..." Melody's hand snaked around Jag's middle, giving Lith's ear a soft, affectionate tweak. Lith gave a little roll of his eyes. It was supposed to be hard for men to keep going, but this stallion had a million buttons that all said "go," and all Lith had to do to press them all... was swallow.

An abrupt neigh tore from the stallion's throat, the beast rearing from his orgasmic slump to grind into the kitty's face. Fresh blood pumped in, the shaft giving a hungry throb against the inside of his ribcage. Melody hummed appreciatively. "Ahhh, good. I know poor lil Lith would be disappointed if you didn't give him a nice, hard fucking before I got my turn." Her voice was almost smothered against the horse's lips before they drew into another sloppy kiss, the horse giving a dirty chuckle-- and breaking into a high whimper as he throbbed fat in the kitty's mouth, grinding and twitching against his face. A moment, and a second, softer whimper leaked out of him, the horse utterly still, though he throbbed furiously between the feline's lips. He could feel the fat swells pushing all down that ridiculous length, giving his well-accustomed muscles a little warmup stretching. Something had Jag very... agitated.

A long moment, and the horse slowly shifted, back a little, dragging half an inch of thick horse flesh from the kitty's lips, slick with spittle, before sliding firmly back into place. "That's it..." the dragoness whispered, "I knew you'd like it. You've tried this before, haven't you?" The horse gave a little shake of his head, but she was already chuckling richly. "Oh, babe, nothing to be ashamed of. One of your best pleasure spots is back here, you know... here..." She shifted, and the horse tensed, giving a tight-strained grunt a moment before gasping softly. An abrupt, involuntary throb rocked against the kitty's insides once, twice. "Hmmm... I can almost reach it... Here, bend over a bit." The horse shifted, guided by those firm, unstoppable hands to draw his hips back, slowly sliding out of the feline's muzzle inch by inch. Lith trembled, blinking blearily as the world at large came back. Past the swaying length of horsecock tethering his face still to that confused stallion, he thought he saw, between the stallion's legs-- a skirt and panties, discarded. And something else, rising. "Nnf... not quite..." The stallion trembled, leaning back a little further. The grin was audible in Melody's voice. "I think I've got just the thing, though."

His ears perked. He thought he caught --just a hint of a sound, before the high cry and the torrent crashed down on his eardrums-- the slick sound of flesh sliding taut against flesh, punctuated with a wet, barely audible pop. Then came the storm. First was the seed. The pure sound of it, like a river thundering overhead, swelled from his cumvein, the juices rushing in a furious torrent to crash against the walls of his stomach, bloating his gut as the first cry rose, high and quivering. Fingers dug at his hide, and even the beast in his gullet thrashed about. Melody had mounted her bronco-- and Lith was wrapped around its dick.

He thrashed, he roared, but she held on, her chin barely able to rest on his shoulder even as they were. And she was buried-- he couldn't see it, but something in the air, in the way she breathed, in the way she smelled, told him. She smelled of satisfaction. She breathed as she did when she had triumphed over his fear and embarrassment yet again. She breathed like a hunter relishing a fresh kill. She was balls deep in that stallion, and Lith was fit to blow his load on the sheets even as tears rolled down his cheeks. She was growling and murring in his ear.

"You feel fucking amazing, babe. I can feel your power. You're almost crushing me. I love it. Harder. God, squeeze me harder, my sweet little cherry. My big, hard man. Shhhh. It's alright. You're mine. You're ours. Nobody has to know. Nobody has to know how good it feels..." Slow rocks were starting to push down the kitty's cum-logged throat again. Not the horse's, he knew. Jag was limp, all his muscles amounting to nothing but dead weight at this moment. This was the hungry push of Melody's hips, grinding that fat, delicious dragon cock deep into a freshly claimed hole, and through this skewered beast, she pushed into Lith. This, he could accept easily. He leaned in, eyes slipping shut, as he ate up that horsecock by the foot.

Time, as it tended to do when Melody had her way, slipped away from the feline. His throat was used and used, and he teetered on the edge of consciousness for a time of no measure, lulled into the comfort of the warm pulse of meat, with the firm sway of Melody's hips to rock him to sleep. Only when that meat was replaced suddenly and rudely with cold air did he jerk back to reality-- flopped on his side, jism spewing from his open mouth as fresh seed splattered on his face, deliciously bitter. The two were groaning together, and Melody's voice teased at his ears as they settled. Hands descended on him. Big hands.

Some petulant voice inside him wanted to object to being manhandled by this... MAN. But his memories were coming together, and he supposed that, in some way, the horse was one of them now. How, exactly, he couldn't say, but he knew that this was all... as the dragoness wanted it. He sighed and melted back against the horse's chest. He couldn't have said if the horse had always had just a little bit of a gut, or if Melody had been quite busy already. The feel of something blunt wandering rudely between his cheeks was quite clear, however. He mewled and flicked his ears to points, eyes barely flicking open in time to catch Melody, smiling at him over the horse's flank, before his tailhole was punched open around the head of that brute.

A gurgle escaped the kitty, his eyes blurring as that endless shaft burrowed in, deeper and deeper. It was devilish, thin enough that after all his stretching, he had only to relax and it pushed in easily with the coating he'd given it-- a thick layer of saliva and seed. It just came and came, punching into his innards and setting his gut churning as cream pushed up over his tongue, spilling past his lips, till he thought the horse was cumming out his mouth. But the head finally rooted somewhere tight inside him as those powerful hips crushed to the feline's rear. He was hilted, and could only wonder that he survived the process. Though... the kitty couldn't help but squeeze, shuddering and sighing softly as a slow roll of his hips ground that high mast all about his inner rigging, setting him into something between shivers and convulsions as his little pink cock danced about, threatening to make another mess.

A man's cock... he was laid out on his side taking a slow, deep pumping from the star of the football team. From a man. Lith stared at nothing, his face half-mashed into the sheets, one eye squinting shut under each steady thrust. He couldn't stop squeezing down on it. The soft moans were rolling in his gut, and if he tried to squeeze them off, they only came out louder. He couldn't pretend anymore. It wasn't just a woman with a dick. He might have hated the man, and he might never speak to him again, but right this moment, if Jag had pulled out, he'd... Lith clamped down just thinking of it, seizing around that shaft till the horse was snarling and shoving in like any good old brute. Lith closed his eyes. Don't stop. He wouldn't say it, but please. Don't stop.

Of course, the two only pounded down all the harder. Slowly, the horse rolled on top, though the kitty whined as his swollen gut was pushed flat under him as the horse's legs slung down around his plump rear. The firm, powerful thrust of re-entry above clearly resonated through that rod as Melody re-mounted their new friend, bent over the kitty's mewling form, and the two set to work powerfully, nailing the kitty to the bed. He couldn't have said when it started, but Lith found himself yowling out, his body quivering as his tailhole was pounded under that massive, skewered body, his insides run impaled on a longspear of the most obnoxiously blunt variety. Knowing what he did of Jag, he probably didn't have nearly this much stamina on his own, but something about having a massive, throbbing dragon cock driving up one's tail end can do profound things for one's performance, Lith knew all too well.

Lith could have sworn it had been midafternoon when he'd first snuck up on Jag making out with his "girlfriend," but when the two finally pulled out of their respective holes and trundled off to the bathroom, the clock on the shelf insisted that it was a bit past four in the morning. A whinny and a giggle tickled his ears through the splatter of water, but Lith was already firmly in the clutches of the beast known as sleep, and was soon dragged away.

He didn't like having the horse's smell on the bed. It wasn't that he'd woken up to find the horse in bed with him that bothered the kitty, not even that he'd been woken not by a poking but by the desperate whinny of the horse waking to find his rather large hind end stuffed full, it was none of that, but the smell. When he laid in this bed, after Melody had risen to dress or use the bathroom, he could still smell her. Now, this horse had gotten his smell all over her sheets. Lith wondered if he could figure out how to work Melody's washer.

It wasn't like he even minded sucking the horse off. When he'd gotten all smug after breakfast and suggested that Lith could crawl under the table if he was still hungry, Melody promptly pointed out that he was just desperate for that sweet little mouth of Lith's-- not that she could blame him. Before he could get past the embarrassment, Lith found himself on the couch with two monsters staring him down. It was a tough battle, especially when trying to handle both at once with his mouth accomplished little more than launching the horse and dragoness both into fits of laughter. But careful tonguework won the day-- and found him promptly skewered by two cocks hungry for more. It was funny-- when he was stuck pleasuring both of them, he had the time to tell himself he was being imposed on, trying to handle both of those monsters, but when Melody turned on their equine friend, he was immediately struck with something he struggled to classify as anything but base jealousy. He was a foolish cat, sometimes...

Lith had managed to find a moment to slip away and sulk at himself that evening, wondering why he should be so upset over all this when she wasn't even really his girlfriend as far as he was concerned... but she tracked him down, soon enough. It was Lith's turn, she said. The confused kitty was brought up to the room, where the stallion sat on the bed with an odd set to his mouth. A smile and a nod from the dragoness, and Jag huffed and slowly rolled over onto his hands and knees. Lith's mouth hung ajar, his ears falling askew as his eyes fell on the horse's enormous rump, broad and muscled. He looked up to Melody, and she only smiled and nudged him forward.

His knee bumped the bed, and Lith blushed suddenly. He crawled up, biting his lip as he realized he was quite obviously hard. This was... odd. Very odd. Conflicting feelings roiled in his gut, but he found himself scooting closer and closer. When he was there, though... confronted with that butt, he couldn't help but feel... intimidated. Even bent over, the horse was imposing and musky and manly. He could just see the hole... he shyly laid a paw on the horse's cheek, earning a twitch of one huge muscle under his palm, and he gingerly pulled the flesh aside. A dark pucker glistened between those cheeks. Blinking, the kitty slipped his other paw up to touch gingerly at that thick ring, earning a twitch and a nicker. Slick with lube. Blushing furiously, Lith slowly twisted his paw to push two fingers inside that hole. Warm, and slippery. His fingers slipped free, and his paw dropped to slowly stroke over his shaft. A light smearing of slickness. He... his tip was already beading with pre. He wanted it.

The kitty's breath was noisy in his ears as he shuffled up close, legs tight together, trying to get high enough. His tip was poking into the long stretch of the horse's sack-- he was far too low. "U-um... could you... get down?" The horse huffed slowly and spread his legs, drawing lower and lower. His shaft slung on the bed, coiled partward around his sack as he almost laid out flat altogether. Finally, the kitty's pink, twitching tip slid up to align with that dark, thick pucker. Drawing a deep breath, Lith pushed.

It slid right in, of course. Wet, and searing hot, the stallion wrapped around him, taking him right to the hilt in a blink. Lith shuddered, and Melody squeezed his shoulder with a soft giggle. The kitty's paws rose. His fingers grasped for some hold on those broad flanks, climbing until they finally clung as best they could to the back of the horse's hips. A pull and a second thrust, and the kitty's breath caught. He'd nearly climaxed, just like that! He shivered, confused and aghast at himself as he throbbed almost painfully in that hot hold. Melody squeezed again. "You can fuck him as long as you like, cutey. I bet you've got a lot of catching up to do." Lith barely caught a glimpse of Jag smirking over his shoulder. That dick was slowly uncoiling, down below.

A swallow, and Lith drew slowly. A careful, tender push had his nerves catching fire and his breath rolling out in a whining moan. Almost convulsively, he drew and shoved tight to the horse's ass, and he burst, just like that. He shut his teeth tight, grunting as he clutched at the horse. But... that hole gave one lazy squeeze, and he felt like he could start all over. The kitty dragged back, and gave a firm, careful push. He hardly softened at all. The heat was tolerable, now-- he could stand to hump this. More than stand it...

A soft giggle hung in the air as the kitty set to work proper. Maybe it was just instinct, or maybe he'd learned it from all the humping he'd taken, but he pounded that huge rear deep, a soft growl rolling in his throat with time as he claimed the beast. Somehow, taking on this massive stallion from this, his most delicate, vulnerable side, he felt some... dark satisfaction. Whatever this feeling was that crept up in him as he pounded against that muscled horse butt, watching it jiggle under the impacts and the occasional slap of his paw, listening to Jag let slip a moan now and then, the feeling that swelled in his chest seemed like something he should have been ashamed of... but it felt so... good. It felt like he was cheating, but he knew he'd get away with it. Or maybe... like it didn't matter how much he was punished later, so long as he had this moment. This moment, when his hips lunged forward, and the stallion's ass jiggled as he rolled forward and gave a neigh of surprise, this moment fed some dark and undernourished part of the kitty's soul he'd nearly forgotten he had. And he was going to take all he could get. Lith fucked, and fucked, and fucked. And when he was sore and panting and running dry, he ground to that ass, bitterly shoving hips to flanks until his cathood slipped free, spent and useless, and he collapsed atop his mount. A hand petted gently across his back as he lay panting atop his sweaty mountain of horsemeat, and he slept well.

Monday morning found Lith laid on his back, caught rather snugly between two warm bodies-- with two very warm meatlogs slung over his thigh and belly. On either side, deep breaths and murrs pushed warm air over his ears, setting them a-flickering as the two shifted with morning hungers. Uncertain what to do, the kitty wiggled and mewled, wondering about slipping out of the way, but the two seemed to only grow more hungry. Arms closed around him, and slowly, those shafts wandered downward, jockeying for position between the kitty's cheeks. The feline's mewls and worried whimpers finally burst when two thick heads nudged against his pucker: "n-no! NO! No tearing the kitty apart! One at a time!" He blushed furiously, and the two descended into sleepy snickers. A moment of murmuring and Melody let the equine take the honors. Of course, she had her own not-so-secret plans for her would-be rival.

One very brisk shower later, Lith took comfort in maintaining his position in the front of the car. This small triumph would not last his ego long, however-- at school, Melody was driving the rumor mill into a frenzy once again. Where once she embraced the feline openly in the hallways, now instead she made out with Jag, much to the others' fascination. Lith warranted only... a smile. The feline felt... off. Like a piece not quite in place in the puzzle. Half out of his socket. Unhinged. That was it-- he felt like a door sitting in its frame with nothing to attach it, waiting for anything at all to push him over.

At lunch, nobody snatched him up. He went to sit with Lacey. The canine spotted him and cut off another conversation to scoot closer with a worried little frown. "Lith..." She leaned down to meet those downcast eyes. He wasn't sure what to say. He didn't even know what to think, so he supposed that it followed. "...Have you heard what she said about you?"

He straightened suddenly. Lacey, however, was shy to speak on just what she'd heard. The gossip was running rampant, already getting exaggerated and censored in turn, but she'd managed to get the story from virtually the source. Apparently, this morning, Melody had shared the exact nature of her current relationships with one woman in the strictest of confidence. Unfortunately, this woman happened to be Abigail Simmons, the biggest gossipper of all of Pendleton's senior class. Almost everyone with two ears and the ability to maintain the pretense of a secret already "knew:" Jag had been Melody's boyfriend for ages, in secret. At the party, Lith had caught Jag's eye, so Melody took him under her wing-- to teach him about pleasuring a man. Now, Lith was their sex toy, a shameless cumslut trained by the dark goddess of Pendleton High. And, Melody had added in her confidings to Abigail, the queen of gossip, that while the two intended to get plenty of use out of their toy, Lith was technically free to pleasure any man with his considerable skills-- and undoubtedly wanted to.

As the last few pieces fell into place, Lith could only sit dumbstruck. This certainly explained the odd and varied looks he'd received today... In one stroke, Melody had silently set him up, not as the semi-willing fuckhole she'd used him for all this time, but as a flaming gay, hungry for any cock at all-- and her, the one straight woman. Why? She'd made him into this... This was all her perverse devisings...

"Lith? Lith!" Lacey called after him, but he was already leaving, he realized. He was out in the hall, and people were staring. Men. Women. Disgust. Wonder. Smirks. Licked lips. He ran. He couldn't stand the thought of going to class with those eyes on him. For the second time, he was going to miss class.

Home wasn't much better. Nobody to stare at him, except himself. In the mirror, he didn't think he looked gay. Open wide, tongue hanging out. He couldn't even tell that that tongue had been coated with cum more times than he could count. He didn't look gay. Who said he had to be gay? It was all just something she'd dreamt up. She'd tricked him. He could transfer, and find some nice girl to... not that he was even a virgin like that anymore. Would she feel better than he had? He closed his eyes. It was... hard to imagine.

He collapsed on the bed. The smell. Her smell was there. He heaved himself off the bed with a strained groan. Tear off the blankets. The sheets. Throw it all in the corner. Deal with it later. He laid out on his belly, hiding his face under his arms. He didn't know. He just didn't know. Two days ago... he'd been happy. But that was when he thought... that... that...?

Confusion and frustration and fear of his own thoughts muddled everything up until he drifted off, lying there. The soft crack of the door jerked him awake, though. The smell found his nose almost instantly. He curled up in a ball, claws pushing into his palms.

The world slid by sedately, silent outside the car window. Lith watched, reflecting that silence.

"Sometimes I'm jealous, you know. One of the things that always struck me about you..." Melody always smiled, it seemed. Whether she was excited, tired, sad, or furious. But... she didn't smile now. "You've never worried about how other people see you. I mean, everyone worries, but... You don't have to worry about showing up in the news and ruining your family. You don't even worry about people liking you. You always just... did what you wanted, even if it wasn't the popular thing. I think it's... brave." She glanced over a moment. He didn't meet her eyes. "But even though you weren't letting people hold you back... you held yourself back. When most people would be shy because they don't want to lose friends... you're just afraid of losing yourself, aren't you? Of losing some image of what you think you should be." The car lurched slightly as they came to a stop to watch a train roll by. The soft clang filled the silence alone. For a long time.

Finally, the barrier rose, and they started up again. "So, what, you thought I was just going to give you up, just like that?" She smirked. His eyes flicked a moment before he stopped them. "Silly kitty. You're mine, and I'm far from done with you. But... I like seeing you suck other dicks, too." She smiled devilishly. "So I've made you a little reputation. I want you to go find some boys and get in their pants. And I want you to tell me about it. Maybe even bring them for me to watch." She slid her skirt up, slowly revealing her panties, bulging grotesquely between her legs around their contents. "Understand?" She looked over, and he found his eyes meeting hers. Dark, dark red. Perhaps black, with a whirl of faint, red lightning. His eyes dropped. "Good." She smirked, and pulled down that tiny, pathetic stretch of fabric, letting that beast snap free.

Licking his lips, the kitty leaned in. Melody sighed luxuriously and smiled, looking on down the road.