“You don’t have to do stuff like this…” Bridget said. She smiled at Marcy from the passenger seat, tapping her fingers on her thighs.

Marcy gave Bridget a smirking side-eye as she drove through the night, yellow street lights fading on and off both of their faces. “I don’t have to, but I’m going to. You’re worth it.” Marcy stopped her truck roughly at a red light. “We’re worth it,” the raccoon added, flicking her finished cigarette out her open window.

Bridget picked at a few loose rhinestones on her top. It seemed like they were the only two people in town, driving around at two in the morning. Bridget couldn’t put her finger on what exactly made her so nervous. Maybe it was all the “bad things happen at night” stories she’d heard growing up. Whatever it was, Marcy reached over the seat and laid a warm hand on Bridget’s thigh to give it a series of reassuring pats punctuated by a suggestive squeeze that the raccoon made sure her fingers reached the inner thigh for. Bridget blushed while Marcy snickered.

“You get embarrassed easily for a girl from a nudist colony.” Marcy gave her passenger’s thigh another, lighter squeeze.

Bridget squirmed and rocked in the seat of the truck in a fruitless effort to avoid the raccoon’s petting. “Well, I mean… There’s still a kind of modesty preached there. Modesty of speech and attitude. Y’know, the body is just the body, and shouldn’t be seen as any more… I’d have to explain the whole thing. But, yes, I do get flustered by you. And us both bein’ girls…”

“Women.” Marcy demanded.

Bridget stammered, “Well, y… W-, but…”

Marcy stopped at another red light and turned her head to the pig beside her. “We are women.” Marcy closed her eyes and took a long slow breath. “We’re women, and we’re free. And I’m sorry I brought that place up again. That wasn’t fair to you. I’m trying, I swear I am.”

The light changed but the truck stayed put. “I know you are.” Now Bridget reached across the cab to put her hand on Marcy’s face, her thumb brushing the raccoon’s cheek. “Come on, I wanna see this surprise of yours.” Marcy kept her face to Bridget, her eyes closed tighter as she fumbled around the console of her truck for the pack of cigarettes below her AC controls. Bridget pulled her seat belt so she could lean over and kiss Marcy gingerly on the lips. The raccoon practically stood on her brake pedal, running her fingers up Bridget’s cheeks and into her messy curls. The light turned red again while they pressed their lips to one another's again and again.

Marcy slowly opened her eyes again and sat against her seat, forcing herself to take long slow breaths. “Free. And safe. Free and safe.”

“Yes we are. Babe.” Bridget still felt a tad strange being affectionate with another woman. But she knew Marcy was right for her. She only hoped the raccoon felt something similar. She watched Marcy mouth her calming mantras from their therapy group as they waited for the light.

Marcy tapped on her phone a few times, swiped down to check a notification, and then fished out her cigarettes with ease now that she was composed again. She nosed the box open, pinched her lighter out of her shorts pocket, flicked it open on her own thigh, lit and dragged the cigarette, and finished with a flourished whip to close the lighter on her breast before returning it to her pocket. The light turned green a moment later. “Better these things kill me than I kill someone else, eh?” Marcy quipped as she flicked the ash from her drag out the window.

“If the vice keeps ya nice, is it really a problem?” Bridget winked toward Marcy as she watched the road.

The two shared a brief laugh, the tension broken, as Marcy tapped her phone screen a few times to play a Country song through her truck’s Bluetooth. “I believe Sir Alan Jackson would know. Hit it, Alan!” And on Marcy’s cue the singer’s voice came through, ‘Work, work all week long…’

Bridget laughed again and got to clapping along as Marcy sang the song between drags while slapping her steering wheel in time with the guitar notes. The raccoon sang everything a little longer and slightly behind Alan Jackson but Bridget didn’t care. She had never tried to sing, didn’t know music much at all from her upbringing in fact, so if Marcy was a bad singer Bridget had no idea. She just liked watching Marcy come alive, liked to see her drop the tough girl mask to do something like this. It made her heart feel right and her head feel light.

‘Sweet southern woman,’ Marcy snatched and squeezed Bridget’s hand playfully, ‘sit on my lap,’ and patted her own thigh. Bridget laughed again, “I would if I could, babe,” she tried to say over the music, bouncing her shoulders with the song.

‘Yeah, a good time,’ the song finished a few minutes later with a drum riff and one last guitar chord. Marcy pulled the truck into a 24-hour convenience store. “You want anything, or coming in?” the raccoon asked. The sound of a violin started up another song, which Marcy turned the volume down for before turning the truck key to stop the vehicle.

“Yeah, I want something cold. I’ll come look.” Bridget practically threw her seatbelt off and scrambled around the truck. Marcy was dumbstruck, watching Bridget with an eyebrow raised. Bridget opened Marcy’s door and hoisted herself into the raccoon’s lap. “There you go. Sweet southern woman, on your lap.”

Marcy wrapped her arms around Bridget’s waist and kissed her cheek quickly in a childish game kind of way, trailing down to her neck. Bridget stuttered again but offered no real protest. Marcy patted her lover’s shoulders, “Okay, let’s go. It’s not much further and one of us has work in the morning.”

“No we don’t,” Bridget tilted her head, trying to recall Marcy’s schedule just in case.

“I thought you were picking up an open for Marcus?” Marcy raised a brow again.

Bridget shook her head, “Naw, I- He asked me to but that weird girl piped in before I could answer.” She lifted herself out of Marcy’s lap and stepped carefully backward to get down and out of the truck.

Marcy nodded, sliding out of her truck following Bridget, “Ah, yeah. Laura’s not weird, she’s sixteen.”

“Marcy,” Bridget deadpanned, “she smells her socks in the bathroom. That’s weird.”

“Okay yeah, that’s weird. But she’s a kid still. Kids do weird shit, that’s like half the deal for kids.” Marcy held the glass door open for Bridget, “At least she does her weird thing where she expects not to be seen. And we’re pretty far from normal, too.”

Bridget made a beeline for the refrigerated sandwich and sweets rack, “Well sure, but that ain’t our fault. Not really…”

Marcy hugged Bridget’s waist. “No, not really. Get what you want, I got paid yesterday.” The raccoon headed for the beer walk-in. Bridget held onto her tail gently as Marcy walked away. The raccoon shuddered the moment her grey-and-brown banded tail left Bridget’s hand. Bridget loved to see that happen for some reason.

Bridget selected a cranberry, almond, cheddar cube combo snack set and a wrapped square of lemon cake. She set them on the counter in front of the very tired-looking wolf employee and gestured toward the raccoon in the beer cave, “One more, good sir.”

The wolf nodded and stretched before scanning her goods. “Lemon?!” He feigned an exaggerated gag, “That’s old lady cake.”

“I love tart flavor. Sorry your tongue is broken,” Bridget replied with a smirk. She felt pretty good about not getting tongue-tied with strangers or freezing up with men these days.

He chuckled as he looked toward the cooler room to see how long they’d be waiting. “It’s actually my sister’s favorite. So, I just pretend I hate it so she can have more. Lemon’s alright.”

“Aww, that’s cute. What a good big brother.”

He smiled at Bridget, “Little, actually. She’s got five years on me. I am taller though.”

Bridget took a moment to scan the wolf’s name tag: Davis. A pair of heavy thunks followed, two tallboy cans of Mike’s Hard Lemonade which Davis the wolf promptly scanned. “Gotta see the ID, please ma’am.”

Marcy pinched her license out of the card holder on the back of her phone, which Bridget hadn’t seen her bring in. “Grey in my mask not enough tonight?”

Davis sheepishly handed back the card after entering Marcy’s birthdate in the POS system. “S’company policy, sorry,” he offered.

Bridget jostled Marcy’s shoulder, “Your mask is grey, lady. That doesn't count.”

Marcy took her ID and slipped it into its place then collected her cans under an arm, “It’s all good man. See you around!”

Bridget collected her snacks and gave a quick wave as Davis called, “Have a good night,” after the pair. The two loaded themselves into the brown truck without issue, Marcy hooking her phone back into its mount while Bridget quietly paid the money for her things to Marcy from her mobile app. Members of their bank could transfer in-house without fees with just a target username.

Marcy backed out of the lot and they were on the road again. Marcy tapped her phone to start the music again but left it at low volume. Bridget watched the dark storefronts roll by and be replaced by houses after a left turn into a neighborhood. At the end of the street the truck turned left again into an apartment complex. Marcy swiped and squinted at her phone screen for a moment before slowly making their way toward a building on the back side of the complex. The raccoon parked her truck again and patted Bridget’s shoulder, “We’re here.”

“Where’s here?” Bridget looked out her window at the place, a faded off-white 14 fixed to the pale tin siding. There were dozens of doors on three levels of the building, each sporting “14-” labels with increasing numbers after their dashes.

“It’s my cousin’s place. He’s in Canada for a medical conference, so he said I could use the place as long as I cleaned up.”

Bridget examined the parking lot. All of the cars were new-looking, with a few high-end trucks and SUVs to go along. “Are these condos? Like, fancy ones?”

“Kinda.” Marcy shut her door and snagged a big duffel out of her truck bed. “Come on sweet southern woman.”

Bridget slowly left the truck and tried to close her door with a little more finesse and less noise. The lights between the buildings were soft blue bulbs that showed the concrete pathways just fine but not much else. Marcy led them up to the third story and stopped at 14-33. She fingered through her keyring to fit a dinky black key into the lock. “Welcome to my place. For now.” Marcy bowed and gestured widely with her free arm, hefting the duffel higher on her shoulder as it slipped while she was bending.

The place was lit by a few night lights showing generic floral art hanging on the walls, a large sectional with speakers built into its corners and arms, and a plush-looking rug beneath a small square coffee table with just a remote and box of tissues on it. The mounted television was bigger than any Bridget had seen before. The kitchen table had thick well-designed legs holding up a large stone surface decorated with a fruit bowl that was probably fake, having been left that way for a trip. The kitchen was behind a partition but it seemed to be immaculately clean. There was a hallway leading off to the right with no further light in it. The ceiling was much further up than Bridget expected.

“Wow.”

Marcy closed the door carefully and flicked on the soft globe light above the door as Bridget finally stepped inside, “I know, right? Jack calls it middle class. Bullshit, this place is class-ee.” She set her bag next to the couch and pattered back to Bridget, kissing her jaw and temple as Bridget took more looks around the room.

Eventually Bridget looked into Marcy’s face again. “Are you sure we can be here?..”

“I am certain.” Marcy held up her phone in its battered case, “I’ll call Jack if you need reassurance.”

“It’s three AM, don’t do that to him. I just…” Bridget turned in a circle, Marcy following her by the hip the whole way, “this place is amazing.”

“Beats the Hell out of the hostel, right? Come on, you gotta see the bedroom.” Marcy pulled her lover’s arm excitedly toward the hallway.

Bridget couldn’t help but smile at the idea that her girlfriend had such a nice place, even if it was temporary. It made her just a little giddy inside. The bedroom did not disappoint either. It was huge, probably half the size, maybe more, than Bridget’s entire hostel was. Against the far wall was a big canopy bed trimmed with deep blue fabric tied off to the posts with golden tasseled ropes. The carpet was lush black fiber with violet swirls and silver stripes throughout. Bridget fingered the ropes and then saw into the en suite bathroom which boasted a large standing bathtub with a door for ease of entry and lots of brass pipework beneath it. The toilet looked like something out of a science fiction movie without a tank and a little digital display for adjusting the bidet temperature and pressure.

“Wow…”

Marcy threw herself on the king bed with a sigh, “You can say ‘holy shit’ if you’re impressed enough. I did when Jack showed me the place.”

Bridget turned to the raccoon, “So, what made you want to show me this? Doing a little bragging, are we?”

Marcy propped herself up on her elbows, “No, nothing like that.” She looked past Bridget into the floor, “Actually, I was going to ask you to… keep me company here. It’s a big place. For me. So, I thought…”

Bridget closed the distance between them and sat on the edge of the bed by Marcy’s legs. “You want me to stay with you?”

“Yeah that’s the word for all that. Stay with me. Yes.” Marcy rolled herself over so she could sit up and hug the pig’s shoulders, nuzzling into her neck. “If you want to do that.”

Bridget reached out to grab hold of Marcy’s tail and began to pet it. Marcy shuddered just a bit every time Bridget lifted her hand to start again. “Twist my arm, babe. Yes, I’ll stay with you.” She stopped petting and took hold of the raccoon’s chin to meet her eyes. Marcy’s lip quivered. “What’s got you so nervous, Marcy?”

Marcy took a breath and looked up for a moment to steady herself. She ran her fingers into Bridget’s curly hair again, sliding her nails against the pig’s scalp tenderly. She held her lover’s head and leaned forward, pressing their lips together for a quiet moment. Bridget wrapped her arms around Marcy’s torso as they closed their eyes. Marcy broke the kiss after a few breaths and touched their foreheads together. “Because last time I loved someone, I ended up so much worse for wear. And that isn’t your fault, or mine, but it weighs on me and makes me want to run. And that isn’t fair to you. Or to me. And we’ve been so good for these three months.” Marcy sat back, opened her eyes, and let out another long breath. “I trust you Bridget, and I have to learn that trust means something. Means I can do things like this again, or I never will. We deserve to have a life, and to love and be loved… And that has to start somewhere. So. Will you help me heal, and will you let me love you the way I love you?”

Bridget carefully extracted Marcy’s hands from her hair to interlink their fingers and smiled. “You’re offering me a chance to get out of that stuffy little building with a thousand rules, and I get to see you basically the whole time?” Marcy nodded, her coy smirk returning as well. “Is there a bus stop nearby?”

“Yeah, I think so. It’s on the corner, to the leefffft? From this side. Like, go the rest of the way out the gate over here and then left. I don’t know what line it is though, or the schedule.” Marcy reached back to the bedside table and retrieved her phone to flick through a quick search for Basalt, Virginia’s bus routes. “Yeah, it’s the green line. So, at least it goes to Carlo’s in case we have different shifts. It’s a forty-five minute ride though, to the stop by the shop. So, go thirty minutes before you usually do.”

Bridget smiled at Marcy trying hard and being so diligent. “Thank you babe. Seems like the city planners are telling me this is a good idea.” For once, the pig smirked at Marcy and made a little kissy face at her. Marcy looked up just in time to see the pursed lips and started laughing.

Bridget grabbed her shoulders in a hug and pulled them both sideways onto the mattress. Marcy fought against the sensation but kept laughing, grabbing hold of Bridget’s arms and attacking her cheeks and nose with pecking kisses. “You be nice to me, I’m an abuse survivor.”

Bridget calmly moved her arms apart and rested her hands on the raccoon’s cheeks again. She kissed Marcy sweetly a few times. Both could feel the other smiling. Marcy slid her hands down Bridget’s sides to rest on her hips. Bridget gently began to roll onto her back, pulling the raccoon’s face as she did. Marcy climbed over Bridget’s body and held herself up on her elbows on either side of Bridget’s head. The pig grasped Marcy’s hands and slowly pushed them up so the raccoon was forced to lower herself onto Bridget’s body.

Marcy broke the kiss to murmur, “You sure you’re okay with this?”

Bridget nodded a few times with a dreamy smile, “Mmmhmm. I trust you Marceline. That means something, right?”

Marcy nodded back and lowered herself back into the kiss. Bridget parted her lips just a bit. The raccoon followed suit, barely brushing her tongue against Bridget’s lips. Bridget closed her mouth slowly and hugged onto Marcy so she wouldn’t break the kiss again, giving a protesting “nnnn” sound as she felt the raccoon try to rise off her again. Bridget slid one of her hands into Marcy’s back pocket to emphasize she was alright with how things were going.

Marcy smirked into her lover’s kiss with a pleased squeak. She massaged the pig’s hips and ran her thumbs firmly up Bridget’s sides, lifting her loose top along the way. Bridget nodded once, letting Marcy break the kiss to lift her top between them and over Bridget’s head. “Ooh, I love that color…” Marcy fingered one of the straps of Bridget’s very blue t-shirt bra.

Bridget’s already pink cheeks and exposed chest turned cherry. “Thank you.”

The raccoon went right back to kissing her lover to try and settle her embarrassment. Bridget lowered her hands from above her head on the mattress to stroke up and down Marcy’s sides with her whole hands, hesitant to return the favor but still wanting to be even. Marcy understood and gave an amused giggle which broke their kiss again. The raccoon separated their bodies for a moment and patted the bed more towards its center while she took off her tank top, revealing no bra. Marcy lifted her breasts to air them out after having been in the tight shirt all day with a pleased sigh.

Bridget couldn’t help herself staring. Marcy took notice and turned her torso this way and that. “These little things? Grew them myself.”

That got Bridget laughing, but as she went quiet, she turned around to face away from Marcy. “Could- A little help?”

The raccoon practically jumped at the chance. She unhooked the bra with no trouble. Marcy kissed the track-marked skin beneath the strap, kissed the skin beneath the shoulder straps as she slid them down Bridget’s arms, and finished with a gentle lick to the side of her lover’s neck. She wrapped her arms around Bridget’s torso, lifting Bridget’s D-cup bust with her arms instead of fondling her. Bridget sighed quietly at the weight being taken off her, even for a moment.

Bridget laid her head back so Marcy could kiss her lips again. Marcy complied without a word and this time Bridget licked her lips briefly. It was so little a motion that Marcy couldn’t react but it made the raccoon smile in the kiss again. Bridget took hold of Marcy’s hands and undid her arm shelf, placing the raccoon’s palms directly over her bust instead. Marcy’s eyes shot open for a moment. Bridget wasn’t blushing any more. Marcy smirked, lifting and rolling her lover’s breasts in her hands, flicking her forefinger across Bridget’s erect nipples.

Bridget leaned back on her hands, sighing and mmm-ing each time Marcy squeezed or rolled her tits. A thought struck her; she let herself slide along the comforter so she was prone on her back again, Marcy’s hands following her boobs down. She smiled, eyes still closed, “You can do more than touch, if you want, Marcy.”

The raccoon leaned down in a hurry, pressing her tongue into the space between Bridget’s bust. “You tell me if I go too far, or too fast. Yeah?..” Marcy’s hard button nipples were in Bridget’s face as the two were now positioned.

Bridget nodded and felt one of Marcy’s boobs with her chin. She ran her hands down Marcy’s back as she felt the raccoon’s warm breath and then her wet tongue greedily lap at her left nipple. Bridget dragged her nails through Marcy’s fur in encouragement, moaning lightly at the new sensation. She lifted her head to try and imitate whatever Marcy was doing to her by the sensation, dragging the tip of her tongue across and around the little buttons on Marcy’s chest. She felt the raccoon dip down toward her face and shift her knees on the bed. Marcy switched nipples and Bridget did the same, both of them moaning into the body of the other.

A minute or so later, they alternated between tits again. This time Marcy gingerly bit Bridget’s areola, prompting a shocked gasp from the pig. “Nnn-uh… Ju- gentle, gentle. But… yes.”

Marcy let out an amused snort, alternating biting and licking into Bridget’s chest. Bridget arched her back into Marcy’s affections, her own oral adventure paused by the warm, thrilling sensations. Bridget’s hands wandered to her skirt hem and went to work on its buttons. Marcy took hold of her wrists with one hand and pulled them away. Bridget protested with a whining moan as the raccoon bit into more of the soft flesh, sharp bite marks in several places on each breast. Marcy licked each set of marks and left them with a tender kiss before moving around to straddle Bridget’s waist and kissing her lips again. This time, Marcy was prepared for Bridget’s cheeky little lick. The raccoon thrust her tongue against the pig’s, exploring her mouth a second later. Bridget gasped again before melting into a moan, her lover’s weight on her hips felt so thick and welcoming. Marcy’s tongue had a taste, a kind of dull sharpness that comforted and excited Bridget. She was fondling the raccoon’s tits with teenage abandon and kept trying to move one hand away to undo her skirt but Marcy always dragged it back.

“Marcyyyyy-uh…” Bridget whimpered, “let me…”

The raccoon shook her head, taking hold of both wrists again. “Let me.”

“Mmhmm…” Bridget sighed and nodded, lifting her hips.

Marcy slid her hands into the waist of the skirt. She found the buttons quickly and rolled the waistband outward, unclasping the fabric easily. She wrapped her fingers one by one into the waist of both the skirt and Bridget’s underwear. Marcy’s lover breathed out another moan and nodded quickly. Marcy slid the fabric down Bridget’s thighs for what seemed like an eternity to the pig. She clenched her thighs as soon as she was sure doing so wouldn’t make stripping her down more difficult. Marcy unstrapped Bridget’s sandals and let them drop to the floor, followed shortly by the skirt and underwear, leaving Bridget in only her locket and a bracelet.

Marcy ran her hands all over Bridget’s skin, letting her fingers map every inch of the woman she loved. She didn’t try to force herself between Bridget’s thighs, instead just brushing over them with her fingers and palms. She knew Bridget had a long way to go before her past would let her be so open at will. Marcy kissed every joint she could reach before laying herself on top of Bridget’s body. Their chests met and each could feel the erect nipples of the other. Marcy locked their lips into another kiss. Bridget awkwardly licked against the raccoon’s lips with her whole tongue rather than the tip. Marcy let out a laugh as she parted her lips for Bridget to try kissing her more deeply. After making a few strong laps against Marcy’s tongue, Bridget withdrew and broke the kiss.

“Are you laughing at me?”

Marcy shook her head and kissed her lover sweetly. “No, baby, no. I’m not laughing at all. It’s sweet, and so endearing. You’re trying, and learning. That’s not funny at all, it’s wonderful. I’m glad you’re sharing this with me. The mix of emotions comes out as the happiest little sound, is all.” The raccoon took Bridget’s hands and put them on her shorts, pulling her to sit up. Marcy kicked off her own shoes in the same motion she lied down with. “Your turn.”

Bridget followed her lover’s motions, rising to sit on her calves. She drug her hands across Marcy’s stomach and slid her fingers between the tight denim and her lover’s body. She pinched the button and managed to get it out of its hole. The second proved troublesome.

“That one’s aesthetic,” Marcy winked up at Bridget.

Bridget tugged firmly at the waist of the shorts, sliding them half-way down Marcy’s thighs in one motion. One side of the sleek black thong under them slid almost as far leaving Marcy’s lips just barely covered. Bridget looked to Marcy for reassurance. The raccoon nodded, lifting her hips with her hands and pointing her toes. Bridget slid the shorts off and dropped them near her things beside the bed. She hooked two fingers into the crotch of the dislodged thong, and felt warm wetness between her fingers. “It’s so wet.” For the first time since they’d met, Bridget saw Marcy blush through her grey mask fur. Bridget grinned triumphantly.

“That’s all your fault, baby girl. You did that to me.” Marcy put her right ankle on Bridget’s left shoulder and turned her body so that Bridget was right between her legs. “Keep going…”

Bridget pulled with her fingers, sliding the panties down Marcy’s legs and toward her face in their position. Bridget held Marcy’s ankles to finally free her of the garment. As it passed by her face, she took in the scent. It was enticing in a way Bridget had never felt drawn to anything before. She kissed Marcy’s ankles as she laid them on her shoulder again. Marcy smirked, laying her legs sideways to expose her sex to Bridget’s view. The pig grabbed her lover’s calves and knocked her fully onto her back with a surprised huff. “What-”

“My turn, you said,” Bridget cut Marcy off. Bridget gave a few playful bites of her own into Marcy’s inner thighs as the pig lowered herself toward Marcy’s body. Bridget thought she heard Marcy’s heartbeat in those moments. The raccoon held her breath. Bridget kissed Marcy’s innermost thigh, between the flesh of her legs and labia. Bridget took a deep breath there which made the raccoon squirm at the tickle in her fur. Bridget closed her eyes and dragged her tongue all the way up Marcy’s pussy, parting the lips and licking the very wet flesh inside. Marcy practically cried out a moan, taking two handfuls of Bridget’s curls in the moment. Bridget just kept lapping her broad tongue up the entire length of the opening, her hands still held fast to Marcy’s thighs to keep her right where Bridget could really get at her sex. The taste was addicting, Bridget couldn’t describe it and refused to care. Her tongue ran up and down, making long hot strokes along Marcy’s clit that made the raccoon buck her hips into her lover’s face. Bridget kept licking greedily. Marcy reached down and held her labia open with her fingers, pinching and rolling her nipples in turn with the other hand. Bridget eventually got curious and singled out the clit for strong sucking attention.

“Ohhhhhnnnn God baby, do that again,” Marcy moaned, grinding her pussy into Bridget’s mouth as much as her lover would tolerate. Bridget did as Marcy asked. “Ahhhhhhh fu- fuck. I’m cumming!”

A flood of musky liquid gushed into Bridget’s mouth and face. She squinted against the sensation at first. It tasted the same as Marcy did and Bridget swallowed whatever went into her lips, licking up any that spilled down her face and her lover’s sex. Marcy gasped at each new lick, trying to get away from the tongue for a brief respite. “Gi- give me a second, girl…”

Bridget lowered Marcy’s legs to the mattress, then dragged her arm across her chin. “Woman,” she parroted from their truck ride earlier. Marcy let out a breathy laugh, rolling to her side. Bridget stretched out, her feet under the pillows at the head of the bed, her face next to the wet spot Marcy’s orgasm had left on the comforter. Bridget took another slow deep breath of the scent, her eyes closed reflexively. The pig’s hips swayed just a little as she took in this moment, the first time she was able to enjoy sex, and with lovely Marcy no less. As she was taking another breath in, she felt warm hands on her rear cheeks. Her toes curled but her body didn’t tense up. She smiled, “What’chya doing back there?”

Marcy ran her hands over Bridget’s butt as if polishing it, giving both sides a gentle series of pats. “Returning the favor.” Bridget squeaked as she felt the raccoon’s cold nose on her flesh. Marcy caressed her lover’s ass and thighs while she ran her tongue along the length of Bridget’s sex. Bridget balled up the comforter in her fists and pushed back into Marcy’s face, a moan filled with all the sexual tension Marcy put her through minutes ago tearing from her throat, her closed eyes rolling back in her head. Marcy smiled around her tongue, lapping at her lover’s opening and diving her tongue inside Bridget as well. Marcy trailed her fingers beneath the pig’s thigh and pressed her thumb into Bridget’s clit, making smooth slow circles with good pressure. Bridget’s head swam at the sensations slamming together in her head and body, making her practically go limp, just able to hold herself up for Marcy to continue. She stuffed her face into the wet comforter, intoxicated by the smell of Marcy and the rush of pleasure down her spine and legs. Every time the raccoon’s tongue flicked inside her she whimpered out a moan with only enough breath to communicate her ecstasy. Marcy withdrew her face and wiped her chin with her free hand, continuing to press Bridget’s sweet spot. Marcy gently pushed Bridget’s hip and the pig let herself fall sideways onto the bed without grace or protest. Marcy grabbed her calf and lifted her legs apart. Bridget adjusted her position to put her face back near the wet spot while Marcy mounted herself between Bridget’s legs. Marcy pressed her hot, wet pussy against Bridget’s and put some weight on them both. Bridget let out another long, tense moan. No longer holding herself up, Bridget let her fingers wander over her own body, stopping to trace and explore the bite marks on her tits. Marcy started slowly bucking her hips against her lover’s, coaxing a long sigh from herself and constant short, sharp squeals of pleasure from Bridget. Marcy rocked herself back and forth, tilting her hips forward to press their pubic bones together. Marcy felt Bridget’s clit press into her own and bucked hard at the angle where they met, gasping every time she brought her hips down. Bridget’s leg shook uncontrollably, a full and loud moan announcing her orgasm in addition to a flood of cum from her lips that sprayed all the way into Marcy’s face. Marcy bucked without mercy and held tight to Bridget’s convulsing thigh. “Baby, I’m close too… Let… me… nnn- fuu- uuuuuck…” The raccoon hugged tight to her lover’s leg, her own thighs buckling under her second climax which soaked and then dripped down Bridget’s thigh.

“Was-” Bridget could barely get the breath to speak. “Was… that… a… cum?” She looked at Marcy down her heaving chest.

Marcy nodded, wiping her face with her arm. “Mmm hmm baby girl. You’re a squirter. God that’s so hot.”

Bridget lifted her arm, offering Marcy her hand. It felt like she was made of weighted blanket. “Holy shit.”

Marcy took Bridget’s hand and laughed out loud, pulling herself down to lie beside her lover. “Well well well. Sex is more impressive than this apartment. Good to know how I stack up.” Marcy slid a hand under Bridget’s cheek to lift her face for a long kiss, each one taking turns barely licking the lips of the other. After a minute or so Marcy rolled onto her back, each of them breathing mostly normally. “Do you want your snacks?”

Bridget shook her head against the soaked bed, “I want more of that. Of you.”

Marcy smirked, “Oh you do? I can handle that. Do you want to try a new thing with me?”

“Hmm?” Bridget pushed herself up to sit cross legged.

The raccoon nearly threw herself off the bed, holding up one finger as she pattered into the hallway. Bridget heard the whir of a zipper and then footsteps returning quickly. Bridget held up a clear glass penis complete with detailed veins beneath the smooth surface and flared glans attached to some brown leather straps. “This is my favorite toy. Well, my favorite adult toy anyway.” Marcy bounced down on the edge of the bed and held it out to Bridget.

Bridget tentatively took hold of the thing. It was cold and hard like a plate and somehow more smooth than she expected it to be. She gingerly put the head of the dildo against her lips. It smelled like a new glass cup with just a hint of Marcy. Bridget couldn’t stop herself from sliding her tongue along the underside and inserting the thing in her mouth. The cold felt enticing on her tongue. It was different from what she’d just done, but she didn’t feel afraid; not like before. She withdrew the toy from her lips and wiped off her saliva on her stomach before handing it toward Marcy. The raccoon sat doe-eyed on the edge of the bed watching Bridget and numbly reached out to take the toy back.

“Well that was hot. Will you do that again while I wear it, baby girl?” Marcy reflexively began to put her legs into the harness. She wiggled her hips as she tightened the sliders against her hips and thighs. The clear glass prick stood straight up from her body, the slightest upward curve making it look very real, if not for the lack of color.

“You mean give you a blowjob?” Bridget leaned forward to put her elbows in her knees and rest her chin in her hands.

Marcy snapped a flat, “Yes,” as if the offer would pass by the next second. “Yes, baby. That’s what I want…” her tone softened as she stood by the bedside, scratching where part of the harness was on her right buttcheek.

Bridget nodded while carefully scooting herself toward the end of the mattress to make sure she had full control of her legs again. She stood up holding onto the post of the canopy with one hand just in case and pulled Marcy closer by the hand. The raccoon gave a giddy little giggle, the glass toy pressing its tip into Bridget’s leg. She wrapped her fingers around the dick and pulled it playfully back and forth, adding a little more pressure on the forth to press the base into Marcy’s pelvis. Marcy draped her arms over Bridget’s shoulders and leaned down to lick and suck on her tits again.

Bridget stepped to the side and pulled Marcy’s arms to make her sit on the edge of the bed, glass cock on display. Bridget brushed her nose through her lover’s inner thigh, breathing her scent in again before running her lips up the cold shaft. Bridget slid her lips around the tip, swirling her tongue slowly around the head just to make it move against Marcy. The raccoon groaned, leaning back and lifting her hips a little. Bridget took her mouth from the toy and let it rest against her cheek while she looked up at Marcy, “Can you feel that?..”

Marcy nodded, “In a way I can. It’s a mental thing. Come on baby don’t tease me… Go on.” Marcy stroked the cheek opposite the toy with two fingers.

Bridget smiled and took hold of the glass dildo, tilting it down toward her lips so she could watch Marcy’s face. She slid the thing half way into her mouth, tongue between it and her lips, just a bit of saliva dripping from the tip onto Marcy’s feet. Marcy let out a long, low moan and shuddered like she did when Bridget petted her tail. Bridget slid more of the cock into her lips, feeling the now warm tip touch the roof of the back of her mouth. She slowly mouth fucked the glass rod, making sure to increase the friction of her lips on the way back down the shaft, pressing her upper body weight into Marcy’s pelvis. Each thrust down, Marcy laid back further on the bed. “Uhhhnn, God, baby… Suck my cock.”

Bridget snickered with the glass in her mouth, curling her first three fingers around the base of the thing to work it up and down as she sucked. Bridget kept up the motions for a few minutes before her jaw started to get tired. She rose up enough to close her mouth, wiping saliva from her chin with her free hand. She continued to jerk the glass dick against Marcy’s pubic bone, the raccoon giving short, rapid moaning whimpers each time Bridget brought the dick’s base down on her. Bridget lifted herself onto the bed, straddling Marcy’s legs on her knees. She changed her grip on the heated, slick-with-saliva glass and held it near her entrance. Marcy opened her eyes to see what was happening and gave a love-drunk smile. The raccoon playfully bucked her hips up so the glass teased between Bridget’s wet lips. Bridged nodded again and lowered herself back just enough to get the glass head inside her, drawing a long moan from her. Marcy grabbed Bridget’s hips and bucked hard, thrusting the glass in to the hilt. Bridget squealed and let her weight fall so she could control Marcy’s movement. “Ugh, that was mean!..”

“Did I hurt you?!” Marcy looked ready to cry for a moment.

Bridget shook her head. “Naw… Just… Wasn’t ready for that, babe. It’s my secon- first time.”

Marcy nodded, shifting her hips from side to side since the glass was still all the way inside Bridget. “I’ll be nice. Promise.”

Bridget lifted her hips. The glass had stretched her walls, so letting them rest just a little drew another moan from her lips. “Mmmmmmuuuuhhh that’s good. I like this…”

Marcy murred and thrust her hips up again, this time with a lower pace. “You like my cock?..” she teased to her lover.

Bridget nodded, bucking her own hips forward and back to get the thick toy hitting everything. “I love your cock babe. Are you gonna cum inside me with it?”

Marcy’s mask went a little red again, she mouthed, “Damn girl,” before replying, “Yes baby.”

Bridget leaned forward to grab onto Marcy’s shoulders, forcing her into the mattress while Bridget wildly bounced her hips on the glass cock, moaning desperately. She looked down into Marcy’s face, a different woman entirely. “Cum inside me, make me take your babies… I want them. Ffffff- ff- fuck!” Bridget kept slapping herself down on the glass as more cum than before gushed from her sex into Marcy’s pelvis and the bed, “Marcyyy- say iiiiiit” she begged.

Marcy grabbed her lover’s hips again and bucked into her, spraying Bridget’s cum in the act, she choked out a moan, “Ughh, I’m cumming baby girl, inside you.”

Bridget threw back her head and shuddered, a third orgasm washing through her spine and legs, this time not flooding them with cum but it was blindingly intense anyway. She couldn’t even moan, her breath was caught in her chest, tightened and aflame with the way Marcy acted out inseminating her.

Just as Marcy started to get worried Bridget was having a real problem, the pig took a long breath and let it out. “Oh my god… Oh my god…” Bridget just let herself fall off of Marcy’s lap and the glass made a slight pop as it unplugged itself from her lips. “Oh my god.”

“I think we found a kink of yours, baby girl. You’ve got a breeding fetish.” Marcy propped herself up on an elbow and traced her fingers lightly over Bridget’s raised shoulder.

Bridget tried to laugh but was still out of breath. “I… I… guess so. Take… back… control?”

Marcy nodded, “Yeah, sometimes that’s how control manifests. I get you.”

Bridget nodded and kept sighing into the comforter, rolling over on the now very cold wet spot she and Marcy had made earlier just to inhale the scent again. This time it just smelled like sex and cotton, it didn’t have the allure from before. “Aww…”

Marcy patted her lover’s shoulder, “Don’t worry. That comes and goes with the level of horny one has. You’ll enjoy it again.”

“How-”

“Do I know all this?” Marcy finished Bridget’s question so she could catch more of her breath. “I’ve been a slut all my life. Plenty of experience, and no more shame. That, and Joice was wonderful at first.” Marcy lowered herself off the bed and got to loosening the strap from her legs, “I’m going out for a smoke. Do you wanna come with or explore in here some more?” She laid the glass dick and its harness gingerly on the bedside table by her phone.

Bridget stepped into the bathroom and flicked on the light. A garishly bright LED bulb assaulted both their eyes, making them squint and groan in unison. “I’m gonna, ugh, get my eyes replaced and then sit in here a minute. Thinking of running that tub.”

Marcy felt around for her clothes on the floor, blinking away the soreness from the light. “Mmmkay. I will see you in a bit then.”

Bridget pushed the door with one finger until it was open just a crack before lifting the lid and sitting on the toilet. She felt the weight of needing to pee but couldn’t seem to get started. She was starting to get concerned when she felt the seat get warmer than her thighs were. “Heated… toilet seat. Marcy, this place is class-ee.” Bridget felt the warmth relax her, which got her stream going. She sighed contentedly. “Okay, that works,” she mused after finishing. She fiddled with the buttons for a moment until lukewarm water was sprayed up against her from the bidet. The pig fidgeted around trying to get the water in the right place. “This was not made for girls my size,” she muttered.

After some fiddling, Bridget was satisfied with the results and twisted the shiny knobs of the tub. She flicked the light off and opened the shades of the window in front of the faucet. Stripes of yellowed street lamp light filtered in, the same color as the lights outside the hostel. It seemed strange to Bridget for a moment or two, the same odd pale light in such a nice apartment compared to the rundown but serviceable hostel. She heard the front door close, signaling Marcy’s exit for a cigarette. Bridget tested the water with her hand, a small smile on her face at getting it just right the first time. She dipped her toes into the pooled water, found it the same temperature, and stepped in to lower herself into the not-quite-steaming water with a deep sigh.

. . .

Marcy found her clothes after tapping around on the floor. She turned away from the bright bathroom doorway and turned her tank top over a few times trying to orient it correctly. The raccoon grumbled and tucked her arms back through each strap to turn her shirt around, because of course it was backwards. The light in the room faded as Bridget pushed the door to just a crack. Marcy blinked a few more times to adjust her eyes and snatched her shorts up from the floor. She pulled them up her legs with practiced grace and balance as she headed for the living room. She plucked her keys from the decorative table beside the hanging tv and opened the front door. She let it shut on its own while looking for the apartment key to lock the door. Can’t be too careful, even here. That’s my baby girl in there. The raccoon twisted the key again until it made a satisfying thunk to announce its locking.

“Shit,” Marcy cursed herself. “I forgot my phone.” She pocketed the keys and headed for the stairs. “It’s fine. It’s fine, I don’t need more than one stogie. It’s great. I’m great.” As she began descending the last bit of staircase to the ground level, she mused, “That sex was great. I. Mean…” Marcy scratched her stomach over the tank top, “I am surprised at her. And where did that bj come from? I really thought I’d have to wait to use the strap, but no,” Marcy lifted her hands above her head in surprise at the memory, “she went right for it. And,” she fanned her face with a hand, “did she ever.”

Marcy unlocked her truck with a knuckle on the fob from outside her pocket and noticed one of her headlights was out. “Auuhhh, dammit…” The raccoon rolled her eyes while opening the door to reach in, plucking the little blue box from her console. She pinched a cigarette out of the box and rolled her lighter on her thigh. After a long drag and a good billow of smoke she deposited the box in its place and hip bumped the door closed. She rummaged around in a dull grey toolbox that was starting to rust in her truck bed. “Always prepared,” Marcy smirked with the cigarette between her lips and pinched an unopened vehicle bulb between her fingers.

The raccoon put her hands on the hood and shoved to the left, unhooking the old latch without the need of its pull cable in the cab. After propping it open with the hood rod, she twisted the headlight socket out of its bracket and replaced the bulb. She knuckled the lock button again and it lit up. Satisfied, Marcy turned and clicked the bulb into place and took another long drag. She just let the smoke out as she breathed while settling the hood rod back in place and letting the hood close after bringing it down gently.

“She’s really come a long way.” Marcy turned around to lean on her truck grill and look up at the door while taking more drags. A little voice with a Georgia accent floated through her head, You’ve come a long way too, babe. Marcy smiled, flicking the cigarette against the grill to dislodge the cherry, leaving a little less than an inch of cigarette left. Marcy pressed the unlock button once more to deposit the used cigarette next to its box. The raccoon noticed she and Bridget had left their gas station things in the seat, so she snagged an empty plastic bag from the back seat and scooped up their stuff to take with her. She fingered the lock button on the truck door, climbed down and shut it, checked the handle which didn’t reopen the door, and headed for the stairs.

She reached the door, turned the key in the lock and let herself inside. She walked around the kitchen partition to the fridge, a double door affair with the freezer drawer on bottom. She braced herself by turning her head for another bright light assault and was surprised that a warm, low glow greeted her instead. She shrugged and slid the whole bag into the cold air, noticing another Mike’s Hard tallboy already in there. “Oh yeah… Ah well.” She shut the fridge with a pirouette and headed back to the bedroom.

Marcy could hear the sounds of water sloshing and dripping in the bathroom. She peeked through the cracked door to check on Bridget, who was scrubbing her back with a loofa on a wooden rod. Satisfied, Marcy began bunching up the sex-soaked comforter and examining the sheet with a hand. It was just slightly damp, so Marcy left it there and carried the bulky bedding to the washer. The raccoon stuffed it into the machine along with a laundry pod but didn’t press start. When she returned to the bedroom she tapped through her phone to set a reminder to start the washer at a reasonable hour.

Marcy stepped into the walk-in closet to retrieve a spare comforter. It was an identical flat blue one. “Boys…” She shook her head and fluffed it upward to let it land on the bed. She then dragged her duffel down the hall and into the room. She laid out Bridget’s favorite silver-grey pajama set on the bed. She set a few shirts, pairs of jeans, and two dresses of Bridget’s on top of the miniature dresser next to the closet. She folded her things once and set them into the empty drawers instead.

She grabbed her tank top hem and pulled it over her head again, dropping it into a small brown plastic hamper made to look like wicker. Her shorts followed a moment later. The raccoon pulled an oversized t-shirt on with bold black font spelling out “FUCK YOU MONDAY” on it. She walked to the bedside table again and picked up her favorite toy. She unzipped the portion that held the dildo itself in place and retrieved some toy cleaning solution from her bag. She wandered back to the kitchen to clean the thing. She sprayed and toweled off the glass after a thorough rinse in the sink. She let the water run for a bit to wash everything away.

She flipped the sink bar closed and rubbed her eyes with her fingers as she carefully made her way back down the hall. She dropped the cleaner into the bag and crawled up onto the bed. She carefully deposited the glass toy into the nightstand drawer and closed it gingerly. She fumbled with her phone, trying to place it on the lamp’s base to charge wirelessly. Just as she let go of it, Bridget walked out of the bathroom in a seafoam towel.

Bridget saw the pajamas and smiled. “Awwww… Babe! Did you swing by my room and grab stuff for me?” She opened the bottoms and stuck her legs in, wiggling the legs of the pants a bit as residual water made pulling them up a chore.

Marcy nodded and threw herself backward on the bed, her shirt riding up to show her stomach. She scratched underneath her bust, “I did. There’s more stuff on that dresser, too.”

“You knew I’d say yes.” Bridget was buttoning up the top after pulling it on with much less trouble.

The raccoon gave a high-pitched yawn. “Mmm, I hoped. If you said no, I would have just taken your stuff. Petty bitch style.”

Bridget snorted, lifting a corner of the comforter and getting into the bed properly. “You don’t want the bathroom side?”

Marcy rolled over and put an arm over Bridget’s stomach, “Mmm-no. I’m good right here.”

Bridget ran her hands through the tuft of military cut hair on Marcy’s head. She lifted herself up and forward to kiss Marcy’s brow before snuggling back down closer to her. Bridget murmured, “Are you getting in the blanket?”

Marcy shook her head against the pillows, pinching her oversized shirt for emphasis, “I’m good.”

Bridget rolled her eyes, “Mmm hmm. Did you bring in- oh crap, my snacks!”

Marcy waved an arm dismissively and let it fall back on Bridget’s midsection, “They’re in the fridge, just stay.”

On cue, Bridget’s stomach let out a long, low protest. Both of them rolled onto their backs laughing, holding their mouths to try and be courteous to the neighbors. Marcy playfully pushed on Bridget’s hip, “Okay, okay, go feed you. I gue-ss I can wait like another two minutes before cuddles.”

“You sure you don’t wanna sit with me? Make sure I don’t steal your truck and peel outta here?” Bridget teased, locking fingers with Marcy’s outstretched hand as she stood out of the bed.

The raccoon shook her head, “You don’t know how to drive. You won’t make it out of the parking space.”

“Rude!” Bridget feigned indignance. “What happened to, ‘not bad baby girl, just ease up on the brake?”

“I’ve slept since then,” Marcy sleepy-deadpanned.

Bridget giggled again and reached over to fix Marcy’s shirt into place before making her way into the kitchen.

. . .

Bridget had no trouble finding the bag in the fridge or her things in it. She eyed the third tallboy. I guess her cousin and her drink the same stuff. She peeled the label/seal off the cheese and nuts, leaving the fruit closed. She dumped the contents into her hand easily, pinching up and eating the almonds first. For the first time since she could remember, Bridget felt good: good about her job, good about her relationships, good about her skin. She held her hand in a scoop and let all the little yellow cubes fall into her cheeks. As she chewed them she thought about the night she’d just spent. She stopped everything for a moment in a small but major epiphany: I had sex. And I wasn’t scared! At all.

She slumped against the back of the chair, half dumbfounded, half amazed. She finished and swallowed her snack. And I was kinda kinky about it. She could feel her cheeks flush and was glad to be alone. “She was so… kind and patient to me. What’d I do to deserve her?” Bridget mused quietly, opening the fridge to leave the cranberries for tomorrow. Not wanting to dirty a cup, or find one, she flicked on the sink and took a few sips of water from the tap before heading back to the bedroom.

Marcy was curled up on her side, snoring ever so lightly, tip of her tail flicking a bit in her sleep. Bridget carefully let herself into the bed again, rolling the comforter over herself so she could share it with Marcy and cuddle up to her back. The raccoon gave a quiet, “Mmm,” and cozied up to Bridget’s body, hugging onto the arm Bridget draped over her. Bridget thought she was awake as Marcy kissed her bicep and even gave it a tiny lick as she settled but the tender snore followed right after. Bridget smiled and nuzzled a kiss into the back of Marcy’s shoulder. It didn’t take very long for her to join the raccoon in peaceful sleep.