Ch. 6 [B-Side]
The B-Side counterpart to the plot relevant A-side. Enjoy!
The hour had grown late, and the conversation they were sharing had been winding down. Yawns punctuating idle chatter until Claire began to nudge them to go sleep. That she’d be along with me a little later. They knew, or at least, believed they knew what it meant. They didn’t know the half of it, as I flooded her mind with thoughts of being held down, and fucked. Her tail in my hand, pulled upward as I pushed against her, that tight ring parting, protesting at the intrusion as I shoved her head and shoulders down into the dirt. Slow, firm, unrelenting abuse -
Her pleasured mental static had been growing, heat tinged with delight, and gnawing need. Her reply an image, singular and clear, of her arching back, pushing up to take more as I violated her. “Make me what you want me. No more holding back. No more not saying, not doing. No more only being half yours.”
It was with eager anticipation that I bid Tempest and the eevee a good night, and sat with Claire by the fire. Her slow psychic pressure putting the pair into a deep sleep as her gentle hands stroked and teased my rod. She didn't say a word. Didn't need to. My hands led her where I wanted her, and she offered a playful little smile before taking me in her mouth, so deep she choked, and pushed harder, still. There was nothing loving about her attention. It had nothing to do with love, romance. No. Tonight, I wanted to violate her. Defile her. She knew I loved her. Tonight she would feel me take her.
My hand on the back of her head was both encouragement, and abuse, pushing her down until she gagged, the involuntary motions rippling around me as I pushed up into it, holding her there even as she reflexively sought to withdraw. After a few heartbeats, I let her up, to catch her breath. She nodded at me, and we did it again, her tongue swirling around me, everywhere it could reach. Longer, and longer each time until, with a gasp and a long, low moan, I came in her talented, eager mouth.
It was like something out of my best dreams, as she made a show of rolling my release around in her mouth, to let it drip off of her tongue onto her chest. Her dainty paws ran through soft fur, over the subtle little swells of femininity, parting the veil of thick soft fur to tease at her nipples. I could have watched all night, but she had plans, smearing my release, along with her thick spit, between the two rows of swollen buds. Soft fur, matted with slick fluid. She pressed herself close, embraced me while her whole body moved to give me something akin a silky smooth tit fuck.
“Look, master. Look at what you turned me into.” Her voice was low and breathy as she kissed the tip of my cock. “Look at what a dirty girl I am. I love this. I need it. What does that make me?”
She wanted me to say it. All this time, it was something I'd never said aloud. She was my partner, my lover, my beloved. My friend, sometimes my naughty fuck toy. But that night, she was something different. “My favorite little slut.” I said, my hands taking her hips, grinding my cock against her, using her whole body for my pleasure. “Lay down, spread your legs for me.”
“Any time you want. My legs are always open for you, master.” She replied with a playful shake of her hips, before she laid back, and openly played with herself. One dainty hand pushed a digit into her pussy, spread herself open, hard and fast. The other smeared drying cum through as much of her fur as she could manage. I watched as she put on a lewd show, stroking my cock as she fingered herself, until, with a hitch of her breath, an arch of her hips, and a burst of blue white pleasure, she came. The wave of mental pressure intensified between us as I shoved her hands into the soil above her head, and penetrated her, as deep and as hard as she could take it, a surprised squeak at the sudden pleasured pain, clashing orange and blue yielding to an urgent, wanting green.
I held my body close over hers, pinned her to the dirt, and pushed harder than I ever had before, stretching her pussy around my cock as she bit back pained whimpers, and nuzzled into my neck and shoulder. Before I could ask, she denied vehemently that it was too much, and spread her legs wider, beyond comfort, to welcome me, her own hips rolling into my motions, something building, behind a dam of surprise and pain. More and more she pushed back as I fucked her, battered her pussy, bruised and stretched her inside, while dirt and stone scratched and bruised her, outside.
I couldn't say for sure who came first, her whole body clamped down on me as I put my thick, hot seed inside her. She trembled, came, wet herself, lost herself in the pleasure. Her fur between us was hot, wet, matted with her pleasures and mine.
I waited a moment more before pulling out of her. She winced, yellow black pain flickering across my consciousness, rapidly replaced with purple black humiliation, and a growing emerald green of pure need, as I waved my still half hard cock in front of her dirt flecked face. She opened her mouth, but I had other ideas, smearing my slick tool through the silk soft fur behind her ears, matting it before putting myself above her, my sensitive sack resting on the tip of her nose.
She didn't pretend to need instruction, her mind suddenly open, calm, almost empty, welcoming every thought, every sensation as she put her tongue to work.
I let her have it, everything I felt, every pleasure. Every time it was almost too much. It was, very much almost too much, but she tended to those aching, spent orbs with a gentleness and expertise I hadn't even considered possible, pleasure slowly building, bringing my exhausted body back to life. She dared further than I'd have ever asked, her teasing tongue slipping back to caress me, a playful, knowing rim job. “What am I, master?” she asked aloud, as I gasped, and arched in surprise as her gentle hands held me more or less in place, one stroking my cock as she teased me.
“Fucking filthy!” I replied, stifling a pleasured moan as her tongue rolled over me. It wasn't something I'd ever considered before, not in my wildest fantasies, but she obviously had, more than once if I had to guess.
“And don't you forget it.” She said, finally letting me up. “I'm your filthy slut.”
She smiled, teasing, knowing, rolling over, knees and elbows in the dirt, back caked with mud and grass, tail dripping wet from her accidental water sports. “And your filthy slut needs her ass stuffed full.” She wiggled her hips at me, tail raised high as she said it. Putting on a show, that tight clenching hole just waiting for me to take it. As I took a knee behind her, she stared up at me, watched with growing anticipation as I pushed the tip of my cock against her.
We started gently, but she still winced, clawing at the ground as my cock slowly forced that tight, clenching ring open. She denied vehemently again that it was too much, pushing back, arching into it. “Don't stop. Please don't stop. I can take it!” My hands took her hips, slowly pulling her into my thrusting shaft, burying it deeper, inch by inch sinking into her. It was with no small surprise that I slid deeper than her sweet, battered pussy had let me. So close. So close to all the way.
I was close, but I didn't want to push my luck. I could still feel, still almost see her feelings, the yellow-orange of pain, a humiliated purple. But where I hesitated, she surprised me once again, as, with my startled gasp, and her lewd moan, she pushed me the rest of the way in. Hot, throbbing, her pulse, and mine mingling.
I gave her a few minutes, idly rubbing her back as she slowly adjusted to it. Her thoughts a jumble of satisfaction, embarrassment, pleasure, pain, anticipation. “It's alright now. Don't stop until you're done.” She said, after a moment, bouncing her ass against my hips.
“That's my girl.” I whispered down to her, encouragingly as my hands took her hips, pulling her against me as I drove myself into her.
“For you, anything master.” She said, whimpers turning slowly to lewd moans, her damp tail brushing against my stomach as I violated her. The pained yellow black fading beneath white hot lust and a growing blue current of pride. She was proud of it. Proud of lifting her tail, and being fucked like a whore. I wouldn't last, I knew it with every stroke of those hot, clinging depths over my cock. So I took her, hard and fast, my hand between her shoulders, pinning her face to the wet, muddy ground.
She moaned, and a flash of bright violet humiliation coupled with the scent of her urine tickled my consciousness, I'd just shoved her face down into the dirt she'd made wet.
“That's right, filthy girl. You love it, don't you?” I growled down at her as I violated her. Her response was a whimper, a whine, and a warm, wet trickle between her thighs and mine.
“I'm sorry!” She whimpered, unable to hold back those few lingering drops. I could feel the hot embarrassment on her cheeks. I grinned down at her, scooping up a handful of the muddy dirt between her legs. There were no secrets between us anymore. She flinched, clamping down on me with a gasp as I smeared it into her fur before returning my attention to her ass, hot, tight, sliding over me so much more easily.
She climaxed, lost in the humiliation, the abuse. Shamed, defiled, ruined, perfect. I felt it, at the edges of her consciousness, dark, and wrong, and wonderful. Her climax hit me, wave after wave of mental pleasure pushing me, guiding me deeper, harder, hitting all the wrong spots just the right way. Her body trembling, resistance gone. My own orgasm was sudden, overwhelming. The first jet spilled out into those clenching, trembling depths, and her eyes locked to mine over her shoulder. Mouth agape, an insensate string of expletives as I shoved her down fully, my cock still buried inside her.
I'd kept it to myself, as best as I could, but as she stared at me. Felt me twitch again inside her, she shuddered. Moaned. Forced a hand between her thighs to rub her dripping wet pussy.
She knew. She fucking knew. “You filthy slut… I love you” I said, as I pulled free, my last hot release splashing across her face, followed by a hot stream, drenching her, and adding to the dampness of the soil beneath her, grass torn away by the feeble assault of her claws digging in as another wave of humiliation gave way to a final peak.
“I love you too…” She replied, wrapping her arms around my neck. I didn't pull away. We were filthy, but we were filthy together. Her kiss was soft, gentle. A lingering, sensual touch. The heat of our passions had turned to a slow, smoldering ember. One which I rekindled briefly with one last dirty thought, grabbing her by her ankles, pinning her to the wet soil as she squirmed and squeaked in surprised protest, helpless to my torment as I added to the mud and grass in her fur.
“Fine, finish what you started, but you're helping me wash!” She scolded, the closest thing to objection she'd offered all night as I coated her belly in that damp soil.
My response was one last image, our wet bodies in the nearby stream, teasing, caressing, indulging in gentleness. Tenderness. Love.
My plan all along.
“Sure. Spoil me.” She shot back at me, with a wink, and a lazy, exhausted wag of her tail as we sat by the fire, catching our breath.
The stream was ice cold, and maybe it would have mattered, any other day. But tonight, it was soothing, and as I gently lathered soap in her filthy, matted fur, her hands held mine, gently coaxing me to do more than wash her. Her body was warm, sweet, pliant. Contented, if a bit pained shades of yellow green, and prideful blue as washing and caressing turned to tender lovemaking. Her nose against my neck, tickling warm wisp of her breath as I carried her back to the fireside, holding her, by the warm amber glow until we dried.
She was asleep, and I could feel her dreams. A muddled mix of pleasure, pain, shame, and overwhelming joy.
She would stir briefly in my arms, my naked body and hers tucked into my sleeping bag. We both shared, for the very first time, the comfort of contact as we slept. The brush of her mind against mine lulling me to sleep, dreams and images, hers and mine becoming a colorful mix.
“I meant it. Anything, for you. Anything.”
It was the last thing I was really aware of.