Dawn and Trisha 2
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Now that she's been awakened to her sexual side, Dawn decides to have a little fun with her new pet Trisha... and the mechanical marvel known as "The Bed Beast"
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Trisha’s head lays upon Dawn’s shoulder, her heart beating at an accelerated pace. She grips onto her lover’s nude body, whines a moment, and then finally cries out. “I want you to have me. I want you to be my mistress!”
A commanding smile spreads across Dawn’s lips as she hears those words, but she takes a moment to pet her new pet’s curly hair before she pulls Trisha away and gives her a gentle kiss upon the cheek. “Now then, you said you could never be satisfied without the Bed Beast, and I aim to satisfy you. But I’m wondering if there aren’t a few changes we can’t make.”
Trisha gasps and clasps her hands together, leaning up against Dawn. “A-Anything. You name it!”
Dawn nods, moving her hands away fro her pet and she walks past her, humming to herself as she heads towards the stairs. “Can you make the Beast obey me?”
“Y-yes!” Trisha says. “You need only take control of the device. T-that’s how I play with myself with it.”
Dawn steps up onto the stairway, letting her fingers brush up along the banister. “I have to ask, though, has Devon been a part of your plan all along?”
Trisha stops, looking up to her from the foot of the stairs. “M… Mistress?”
“You married him, yet you’ve always been in love with me, haven’t you?”
Trisha feels her heart sink, her mouth getting dry. “Y… yes. Yeah, I did.”
“And he’s okay with you giving yourself over to me?” she asks, the shadow of concern on her eyes completely overshadowed by the devious intent they betray.
“W… well, yeah.” She says. He knew what he was getting himself involved in,” she says, her body shaking. “W-we’re a package deal. Y… you ask him to jump, he’ll tell you ‘how high’ a-and, he’s pansexual as well, s-so, don’t worry about his partner. He’ll take just about anyone for you.”
“Mmm, yes. We’ll have to ask Rob about this arrangement, of course,” Dawn says, bringing a finger up to her lips revealing her bottom teeth as she reflects on this turn of events in her life. When she pulls it away, her lip springs back to its former smirking position. Once she confirms that, she continues up the stairs, her hips swaying, her butt bouncing, making her body be a completely tantalizing object for Trisha to desire.
After admiring her for most of the flight, Trisha snaps out of her trance and follows her up, only to see Dawn pass a mischievous grin to her before shutting the door in her face.
Trisha squeaks and tries the knob, only to find the door locked. She knocked on it, whining. “M… mistres! Please, let me in!”
My, my, aren’t you needy. I guess I shouldn’t play with this machine all by myself, should I? Say the magic words, and I’ll let you in, my sweet.”
“M… magic words?” Trisha says, biting her lip. She ponders this a moment and sighs, pressing her head to the door frame. “Mistress, I… I love you.”
The door flies open and Trisha stumbles, collapsing into Dawn’s arms. The lighter woman shakes her head as she grabs Trisha by the shoulders and stands her back up. “Geeze, girl. I was thinking something like ‘open sesame.”
Trisha buries her hands in her face. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I’m ruining this for you on our first time together!”
Dawn claps her friend on the shoulder and pulls her into a sideways hug. “Trisha, chill…” she says, whispering into her ear. “You’re taking this so seriously. We’re still friends, aren’t we?”
Trisha spreads some fingers, looking at Dawn with a revealed eye. “W… wait, so, you don’t want to have me be your slave in everything you do?”
Dawn rolls her eyes, then brings her fingers underneath Trisha’s chin. “Oh, I would love that so… very… much… but we’re still friends too, you know.” She punctuates this declaration by tapping her on the nose.
Trisha blinks, completely dumbfounded by this complete 180, but when Dawn steps away and motions to the bed, she shakes off her shock.
“If we’re going to lez out while this wondrous machine works on our bodies,” Dawn says. “Then we need to move this log out of the way.” She points straight to her husband Rob, laying there, naked with the covers kicked off of him, snoring loudly with some drool dripping down off the corner of his lip.
Trisha giggles and bends down, picking up the control device. Dawn can’t help but give her rump a quick squeeze, which makes the woman gasp, but she still stands up and points toward Rob. “There’s a mode for that, too, my goddess,” she presses a button, and the Beast, usually so loud and hectic, releases four large hands. They scoop Rob up off of the bed, and more hands emerge from the floor, two at a time, passing the unconscious hubby along like a mosh pit, until he’s positioned on the chair in the room. Another arm comes out of the chair, pulling on a recliner lever, which leans him back, so he’s able to continue his rest undisturbed.
“There,” Trisha says, waving the remote in front of Dawn. “It’s as easy as that.”
“Yoink!” Dawn grabs the remote and presses a button on it. Two mechanical arms shoot out of the wall behind Dawn, shoving Trisha by the shoulders, until she falls back onto the bed.
That’s when more come out, hands grabbing her arms, lifting them up over her head and also holding onto her ankles, keeping her nice and still on the Bed Beast, but not going any further.
Dawn sits down on the edge, leaning close to her friend and holding the remote up to her face. “You didn’t tell me you had this programmed for two player action,” she purrs. “Gotta say I never thought about being into bondage, but I think I can get the hang of it using this bad boy…”