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Hey guys!
New commission! This one’s brought to you by Kaz! Not much to comment on with this one, though I have no idea how I’d categorize this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
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Content warnings: Large penis, dog-girl
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Chapter 1: Visiting Hours
The desert sun beat down on Emily’s skin as she jogged, panting heavily. The heat was uncompromising. The packed, dry earth underfoot had been baking in the sun all day, and it radiated heat, hot enough that she almost thought her running shoes would melt mid-strike, like some sort of cruel, cartoonish prank by an angry artist. She had to squint her hazel eyes constantly beneath the bill of her baseball cap, trying to filter out the glaring brightness of the sands that surrounded the compound in all directions, just beyond the chain link and barbed wire fence. Every breeze that came across the sands felt like the blast of heat from an open oven, and carried with it stinging, gritty sand that stuck to her sweaty, bronze-tanned skin, joining the sand that she could never quite completely rid herself of. And yet, she was smiling.
Her unstoppable grin seemed at odds with her surroundings. A barbed wire fence. Rigid rows of grubby trailers. Piles and piles of crates everywhere. Blocky, armored vehicles parked in crude parking lots. Even the more ‘permanent’ structures were simplistic, square, and haphazardly assembled. It was a bizarre place to live. Everything was crude, blunt, and unrefined, from the housing to the tools to the people themselves. Nothing ever worked quite the way it was supposed to, and half the time, the right tools were hundreds of miles away, so everything seemed to have some kind of makeshift patch or improvised fix on it somewhere. Everyone worked soul-crushing hours, doing insanely dangerous and stressful work, and all they had to show for it at the end of the day was leftover rations and cramped quarters with no air conditioning.
Emily was dressed lightly, which was pretty much a requirement in this place. A lightweight white tank top hung off her narrow, rounded shoulders, already turning transparent with sweat, more clearly revealing the gray sports bra that it barely concealed in the first place. The tight sports bra hugged a pair of perky, shapely breasts the size of ripe peaches, 30Cs, holding them in place as she jogged with a bounding stride. Each bounce made the top waft up a little, revealing her tiny waist and exposing just the barest hint of her tight little abs. Her hips didn’t quite seem to fit the rest of her narrow frame, they might have looked a tad generous on a normal girl, but on her, they were incredible. She wore a pair of tight desert camo print running shorts, which clung to the twin globes of her thick, perfectly round bubble butt, the smooth flesh jiggling as she ran in a way that practically begged for a sharp spank. She had a cute, round face, with smooth skin, a little button nose, and a wide, cheerful grin that never seemed to go away altogether. Taken all together, she was a petite little thing, with a slender frame that only stood a little taller than 5’1” with shoes on, all of which helped make her look younger than she really was.
Her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail that floated behind her as she jogged, the majority of it a warm honey-brown, but for a thick band of black hair that emerged from under her baseball cap to give the tail a distinct stripe. The ponytail ended at the bottom of her shoulder blades, but that same color pattern was mirrored a bit further down, in the tail emerging from just beneath the waistband of her shorts, at the base of her spine. It was about a foot and a half long, and as she ran it swayed side to side for balance, a slow wag. It was covered in thick, mid-length stiff fur, black on top and honey-brown on the bottom. From out of her hair emerged her ears, a pair of stiff triangular cones that shifted this way and that to follow sounds, poking up through specially-cut holes in her cap.
As Emily rounded the second corner of her jogging route, her hand gripping a small paperback in one hand, she heard the commotion before she saw the source. A dozen or so men, all of them fit and toned, half wearing tank-tops, the other half shirtless, bare skin glistening with sweat in the hot sun. They scrabbled this way and that in a chaotic shuffle, shouting insults and cheers as one leapt, tossing a basketball in a high arch toward an improvised hoop fastened to the side of a building. There was a dull thump, and the ball rebounded, flying high over the assembled player’s heads and bouncing in front of her.
The impulse struck her without warning. As the ball bounced away, she let go, the book falling to the dusty ground as lunge forward. She accelerated, leaning into the run, he eyes locked on the ball, her grin widening in the simple pleasure of the chase. It was only thirty or forty feet of running before she caught the ball, bending over at the waist and inadvertently thrusting her round, spankable rear into the air, but as soon as she had it in her possession, she felt embarrassment grip her. She’d let herself go wild. Fear gripped her heart, and she shot upright, her cheeks burning, her tail curling down to put its tip between her knees. Had they seen her? Did they realize what had happened? She’d been doing so well, but now this, how would they treat her after seeing that little display? She silently cursed the soviets and their experiments, like she had a thousand times before.
All she had to do was play it off like it was no big deal. Mentally, she forced the tail to rise and wag as she turned on her heel, ball still in hand, and waved at the players, starting to jog back toward them. One of the players, a wiry, dark-skinned guy in a tank top, Johnson, if memory served, laughed. She couldn’t quite make out all the words with her ears pinned down under her cap, but she did manage to catch ‘fetch’. Her heart fell for a moment, her tail sinking along with it, before one of the other players, a square-shouldered shirtless guy with pale skin by the name of Cannon, socked him in the shoulder, making him wince.
Cannon jogged off their makeshift court, over to where she’d dropped her book, scooping it up, then jogging to meet her as she approached. He loomed over her, a full foot taller than her, and quite a bit broader. On his chest he had a black-line tattoo, a banner that unfurled across his broad pecs, bearing the words ‘Semper Fidelis’ in elaborate script. the square-jawed marine gave her a grin and held out her book for her to take. She took it with a nervous smile, and handed him the ball in exchange. “Hey, DeeDee. Thanks for catching it. I definitely didn’t want to chase it all across base.” He thanked her.
“No problem. Thanks…” She replied, glancing back to the rest of the players, particularly at Johnson as he rubbed his shoulder. “For getting my book, I mean.” She clarified, holding it up as example.
Cannon grinned broader. “No problem. Wouldn’t be right to leave it in the dirt.” He replied, then peered a little closer at the book. “...Is that Brennan’s book?” He asked, his voice a little lower.
She paused, tail sinking a little lower, but maintaining a poker face. “Huh? Er, yeah, I was… I figured I’d visit him on the way, you know, give him something to do. I mean, since this is the first time I’m off duty since...” She explained, words trailing off as her gaze shifted away.
Cannon nodded, tucking the ball against his hip and giving her a gentle pat on the shoulder with one large hand. “I’m sure he’ll love the company.” He said, simply, then glanced around. “Females are supposed to be on the buddy system on base. You should try to find a running partner.” He added.
Emily glanced up to him and grinned wider than ever, tail wagging. “Aww, you worried about me, Cannon? Don’t worry, nobody’s gonna try anything with me.” She explained, turning on her heel, slipping out from under his hand and starting off jogging again. “Besides, it’s not like any of you jarheads could keep up with me!” She added over her shoulder with a grin.
As she rounded a building out of sight, she could still hear them talking for a few more moments.
“Have a nice chat with Deedee~?” Asked Johnson in a teasing, singsong tone.
“Shut up. She looks like my baby sister.” Cannon shot back
“Yeah, you and every other guy in camp. But then, I bet you don’t watch your sister walk away like that. Or do you? Where you from again? Tennessee?” Johnson added, quickly followed by “Ow! Fuck, dude, that was the same spot!”
As Emily got more distance, their voices faded into the background noise of the camp. Her fingers tightened their grip on the spine of the book in her hand, and she couldn’t help but smile again. Everything on the base was crude, especially the people. The hours were long, the work was dangerous, the quarters were simplistic at best, and it was always, always, too damn hot. And yet, she loved it here.
Emily smiled and waved at the marines she passed. She knew all their names, and they all knew hers,or at least her nickname. Some of them had saved her life, others, she’d saved in turn. Sure, some of them were dumb, or rude. But nobody actually hated her here. Nobody called her an animal, a freak, an abomination, or a spy. She was a marine, one of them, and they all looked out for each other. Here, she could prove to the world she was more than just a zver’doch, more than just an experiment, more than just a weapon. She was happy here, really happy, for the first time in her life. Whatever she had to do to keep it that way, whatever she had to do to protect this grubby little slice of paradise, she’d do it.
Emily rounded the third corner of the fence, coming around to face the medical station, her eyes roaming up to the big squared cross on the front of the building. They’d told her it was red, but to her, it was just gray. Red or gray, the sign was clear, and her pace slowed as she drew closer, memories bubbling to the surface, as clear as she was living them all over again.
She saw Brennan’s face as he laughed at a stupid joke she could no longer remember as they stood checkpoint duty. She heard the deep rumble of the truck’s engine as it pulled up to a stop. She smelled the inexplicable, unmistakable scent of coffee grounds, the kind of scent used to cover another. She smelled engine grease and hot tires as she checked the truck from bumper to bumper, but found nothing. She saw Brennan checking a pedestrian’s backpack. She smelled the scent of coffee grounds suddenly grow a dozen times stronger as Brennan tugged at the zipper. She heard her heartbeat thundering in her chest, and her own voice screaming to get clear. She saw the crowd panic, scattering in all directions. She saw Brennan’s eyes, wide with panic, staring into hers with a silent plea for help as he stood over the bag, body frozen in place. She heard a deafening bang, saw a blinding flash, felt a wave of force strike her, and smelled the choking, acrid scent of smoke. After that, everything was just a blur.
As Emily pulled herself back to reality, she realized she was standing in the door of the medical station, standing stock-still just a few feet from the door with her tail curled forward between her knees. She shook her head, gripping the book tighter, and forced herself to relax, her tail uncurling. She strode forward, pushing through the door, pulling her cap off out of habit. Air flowed through the open door, watching over her, her sweaty skin suddenly experiencing the sweet, sweet kiss of air conditioning. As the door closed behind her, she sighed with simple pleasure, standing still for a long moment to soak in the cool air, a welcome relief from the punishing heat outside.
Emily jumped, snapping from her reverie as a corpsman cleared her throat behind the desk just in front of her. She shot the corpsman a sheepish grin, stepping up to the desk. “Sorry, I just… It’s hot.” She tried to explain, weakly. “I’m, uh, I’m here to see Lance Corporal Brennan. I’d heard he could take visitors, and I wanted to bring him his book…”
The corpsman nodded with an understanding smile. “Relax, everybody takes a second or two to enjoy it.” She shared in a conspiratory, hushed tone, then shook her head, turning to a clipboard on the desk and flipping the page. “Brennan… Yup, cleared for regular visiting hours. He’s in room four. I just need you to sign the visitor log.” She nodded, tapping another clipboard with a duct-taped pen. Emily nodded, picking up the pen and beginning to write for several long seconds, scribbling furiously. When she finally laid the pen down, there was her full name and rank, ‘EOD CPL Emily D’Dvesti’Dvadtsat’Dva’. The corpsman glanced to the page and arched an eyebrow, impressed. “So that’s why they call you Deedee…”
Emily gave an exasperated head-shake. “Fuckin’ soviets, what are ya gonna do?” She muttered by way of explanation, then turned to look down a short hallway to the left. “Room four, right?” She asked for confirmation, and the corpsman nodded, pointing to the back corner.
Emily shot the corpsman a final friendly smile before turning and making her way down the hall. Facing the door, she hesitated, gripping the book tightly in her free hand as she other balled into a fist, slowly rising to knock on the door. “Come in.” Came Brennan’s voice through the door, his tone flat and unreadable. Emily swallowed, gripping the handle. Whatever she saw on the other side, she had to be cool about it. She forced a smile and a wag of her tail as she turned the knob and pushed into the room.
Brennan lay back casually on the hospital bed, propped up by the adjustable bed, his legs crossed, still in the camouflage pants he’d been wearing when last she’d seen him. He almost looked like he normally did off-duty, if it weren’t for all the bandages. His entire torso had been wrapped up like a mummy, from shoulders to belly-button, leaving his shoulders bare. His hands, too, were thoroughly wrapped, reduced to mitten-like bundles that extended all the way up to his elbows. As he turned away from the TV in the corner toward his new visitor, a broad smile spreading across his face, making the gauze pad taped to his jaw and the bruise on his chin shift. “Hey, Deedee!” He greeted exuberantly, lifting one arm to give her a cheery wave. “How’s it feel to be a hero?” He asked with a chuckle, which made him wince.
Emily didn’t even hear him, too busy going wide-eyed with worry at his injuries. “Oh my god!” She exclaimed, letting the door swing itself closed as she rushed to his bedside. “I’m so sorry! Everyone said you were doing fine, I had no idea it was this bad, I should have been here sooner, I should have been playing closer attention, I should never have let this happen!” She babbled, struggling to apologize and explain herself at once.
He chuckled once more, which prompted another wince, and held up a mitten. “Woah, woah, slow down, there! I really AM fine, it’s not nearly as bad as it looks.” He assured her. She looked sceptical, so he began to explain. “The explosives guy they had look the scene over told me whoever made the bomb fucked it up. He got the mix wrong, used too weak of a case, and either just forgot to use shrapnel or was actually trying to mess it up… Basically, it made a lot of fire and smoke, not a lot of damage.” He explained, gesturing with bandaged hands.
“I caught the pressure wave, but the vest took the worst of it. Spread it out a bit, you know? Still cracked a couple ribs, but nothing that won’t heal. I got some pretty gruesome lookin’ bruises under these bandages, though.” He explained with a grin, gesturing up and down his chest and stomach with his mittened hands. “I’d show you, but they they wrapped me up pretty good after the first few times I messed with the bandages. I look like a mummy.” He explained, smirking as he shook his head. “The doc said I should be fit for duty in a week, maybe a couple if I fuck around too much and make it worse.”
As Emily blinked, his eyes widened with excitement. “Oh, and check this out!” He added, gesturing to the gauze on his jaw. “A bit of the casing clipped my jaw when it blew.” He explained, grinning. “Just a couple stitched, but the captain says it’ll probably scar. I hope so! I hear girls love that kinda stuff. Plus, it’s a hell of a story, huh? What about you, think I’ll look sexy with a little scar right there? You know, to bring out my rugged, manly charm?” He inquired, still smiling wide like a kid in a candystore.
Emily was still having a little bit of trouble finding words as her mind was busily reorganizing all her thoughts and feelings about the incident to fit this new information. Everything was suddenly upside-down and she was trying to find her footing. Brennan certainly didn’t have the same problem. “Oh, hey, my new book!” He grinned, reaching out for her hand. “Finally some entertainment! They didn’t get any good channels on this TV.” He elaborated, gripping the book.
When he pulled, her grip tightened suddenly. Overcome by emotion, she pulled, tearing the book from his hand as her other hand gripped the guard rail of the bed with a white-knuckled grip. She brought it up, then suddenly down, smacking him in the face with the book. Thankfully, it was a softcover, so it was really more uncomfortable than painful. She raised the book up and brought it down again and again in a frenzied assault, painfully bringing the spine down on his head once or twice. “Ow! Gah! Deedee! Ow! What?! Ahh!” He sputtered, weakly trying to fend her off with bandaged hands.
“You JERK!” She growled through her teeth, punctuating her exclamations with more smacks with the book. “You got your own ROOM! And your own BED! With AC! And TV! And a cool SCAR! And you’re fucking FINE! And I was WORRIED! And SAD! And SCARED! ‘Cause I thought you were HURT! And you were gonna be PARALYZED! Or BURNED! Or have no HANDS! And it would be MY FAULT! ‘Cause I FUCKED UP! An’ I MISSED IT! An’ you were gonna HATE ME! An’ everyone was gonna HATE ME! An’ I… I would… I woulda deserved it...” Her smacks grew weaker and weaker until she raised the book one final time and let it flop limply onto his face. She sniffled, raising her free hand to her face to try and wipe away the tears welling in her eyes, her shoulders trembling.
Brennan reached up with his mummified hands, gently taking hold of the arm holding the book on his face and shift it off. His expression was serious, much less jovial than before. “Deedee.” He spoke softly, looking into her glistening hazel eyes. “None of this is your fault. Not even a little. You did exactly what you were supposed to do. Look.” He added, gesturing to the gauze on his jaw again. “When somebody asks me how I got this scar, you know what the most important part of the story I’ll tell is? That half a second before the bomb went off, my partner shouted a warning. That if I hadn’t looked up at that exact moment, I’d have lost an eye, at best. I could have died right there. You saved my life.” He explained, his tone serious. There was a moment of near silence before he grinned again. “And that really woulda been a tragedy, depriving the word of all this studliness.” He added, flashing a cheesy handsome smile.
She snerked at his lame joke, smiling despite herself. She rolled her wrist, flopping the book back over his face to cover up that cheesy smile. “You’re such a gigantic dork…” She muttered, shaking her head as she wiped her eyes and sniffled once again.
“Ahh, but it worked, didn’t it?” He asked, his voice distorted by the book on his face.
Emily smiled softly, pulling the book away. “Yeah… Yeah, it did.” she replied, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry, Brennan, I come here to comfort you and then I hit you and now you’re comforting me…” She muttered, giving one last good sniffle.
“Hey, it’s what I do. And it’s not like I’ve got anything else to do.” He replies with a sigh as he glanced around.
She took a deep breath, steadying herself, and shook her head to clear away her last lingering negative thoughts. She stood up straight, holding out the book to him with a smile. “Okay, now that that’s out of the way, here you go.”
Brennan eyed the extended book suspiciously. “I dunno, taking books from you seems to be a sore point…” He commented jokingly.
Emily smirked. “Just take it, dork.” She insisted, pushing the book into his hand. “Now, you can tell me it’s not my fault all you want, but I still feel at least a little bit responsible for you being laid up like this…” She explained, planting her hands on the guard rail of the bed and leaning forward a bit. “So, if there’s anything I can do to make this a little more bearable, just say the word and I’ll take care of it.” She urged.
“You really don’t have to…” He began
“I’m serious. Name it.” She insisted, cutting him off.
Brennan looked around the room for a moment before his eyes fell on the book in his well-wrapped hand. “Well… I bet these are gonna make turning the pages a pain in the butt. Maybe you could read it for me?” He suggested, thinking of nothing better.
She smiled, grabbing the book from his hand and pulling up a chair. “You got it!” She exclaimed, looking at the cover as she settled into the chair. Amid rolling waves of grass, a Native American warrior in full war-paint rode a proud pinto, the image depicting him mid-whoop, with a blonde European woman in a flowing, powder-blue dress riding side-saddle behind him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Above this scene, the title dominated the cover. “‘The Ransom of Mrs. Parker’, huh?” She muttered, curiously.
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Emily and Brennan both bore a crimson flush on their cheeks as she read aloud. “Spring Horse pulled her tightly against his muscular body, his lips crushing against hers with such force she thought they might bruise, and she felt her body relaxing. All her reasons for fighting this moment seemed so weak, melting like snow before the unbridled flame of the warrior’s passion. the kiss was like no other she’d ever experienced, certainly unlike the chaste, tepid touch of her husband’s lips. At that moment, she felt the his ivory blade press to the small of her back, able to make out it’s smooth, curved surface even through the material of her corset. At that moment, she wouldn’t have had the strength to fight even if he was trying to kill her. His powerful arm flexed, pulling upward, and she gasped as the bone blade sliced through the laces of her corset, her lungs suddenly full of air for the first time since her capture. She felt like a butterfly emerging from the constricting cocoon of her corset, reborn into a new life, but fragile, exposed. There was no turning back from this now.’ …”
Brennan cleared his throat, still blushing brightly. “Uh, well, that, uh, sounds like a, uh, a good place to stop, huh?” He asked. In his mind, he cursed the impulse that had driven him to pick the book up in the first place. The summary hadn’t sounded quite so… explicit.
Emily was still staring at the page for a long moment, seemingly in a daze, before muttering a reply. “Uh… Yeah…” She said, mechanically reaching up to dog-ear the page and close the book. She shifted in her chair, squeezing her thighs together as her hips rolled subconsciously to ease the heat between her thighs.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself once again. But it didn’t seem to help. It just made the heat grow more insufferable. There was a familiar scent in the air, something odd, but not entirely unpleasant.Something about it always made her… warm, deep inside. It wasn’t her, certainly, she’d never smelled it before joining up. She took another sniff, and felt something in her core squeeze tight. It seemed to follow her around the base some days, but she could never place the source. Normally, it was buried amid other smells, sweat, sand, metal, exhaust… She’d just assumed it was a piece of equipment. But here, it seemed much clearer. Something deep inside her urged her on, pushed her to find the source...
She rose from the chair, sniffing curiously, her eyes distant. “Deedee?” Brennan asked, seeing the strange behavior. Emily didn’t answer, just kept sniffing, closing her eyes and swaying side to side as her cute little nose wrinkled with each breath. She shuffled toward the bed in a lazy zigzag. “Deedee? What’s wrong?” He asked again, somewhat more concerned. When she bent over the bed, still sniffing, he called out again, trying to snappe her out of it. “Deedee!” He exclaimed in shock as her head descended toward his stomach.
Emily felt her nose touch fabric just as she drew in another deep sniff. The scent was so strong here, the source had to be right on the other side. Even filtered through the material, but it still made something deep inside her core squeeze harder than ever. Her eyes opened, seeing camouflage print, then widened as she realized where she was. She pulled her head back slightly, eyes locked on the bulge pushing out the front of his pants. “...Oh…” She managed, stunned.
Even with his face hidden behind his hands, Emily could still see the bright blush on Brennan’s cheeks. He groaned with embarrassment, and suddenly, emily’s cheeks were only a shade or two behind him as her mind began to put all the pieces together. “So that’s… That means… Oh, god… It’s been that? All those months… And it’s… Wow… It’s just been all over base… Then, wait… It couldn’t be just you… Does that mean… All of them? All the time? That can’t be right… But, then… Holy shit, is it… is it me? Am I… doing that?” She half-mumbled to herself, shifting between confusion, shock, and incredulity, over and over again. Finally, she turned her gaze to Brennan, her eyes begging an answer to the question.
Brennan shook his head vehemently eyes wide as his hands came away from his face. “No! No way, I would never look at you like…” He objected, swallowing. “No, it, it was the book, you know? It just got a little… heated.”
Emily narrowed her eyes, her nose wrinkling slightly as she peered into his face. Suddenly, she gasped, backing up from the bed a half-step. “You’re lying! Oh my god! It IS me!” She exclaimed in shock, hand coming up to cover her mouth as her gaze drifted from his face to his bulging crotch.
Brennan groaned again. “Oh, god, look, yes, fine, you caught me, but I didn’t mean anything by it! I mean, you’re… really, really cute. And you were reading all that hot stuff. And you can be… You can be sexy, sometimes, even when you’re not trying. But I wouldn’t try anything, I swear!” He insisted. “Please, don’t tell anyone about this. I mean, none of the guys want to see you hurt, you know? If they thought I tried something… Well, I’ll probably stuck here for a lot longer than a couple weeks.” He explained, looking around the room.
Emily seemed only vaguely aware he was talking, her eyes fixed on his bulge, hands shuffling awkwardly. Finally, she spoke. “Does… Does it… hurt?” She asked, quietly.
Brennan blinked, blindsided by the question. “Uh… Not really, I guess? It’s kinda uncomfortable…” He explained, shifting his hips.
Emily’s brain put the pieces together. “Oh, so that’s why you… Oh. You can’t really… take care of it, can you? With your hands like that?” She probed, stepping back up to the bedside.
Brennan swallowed. What was with these questions? “Uh… No, that wouldn’t… Yeah, no. But, it’s no big deal! I mean, you just have to… ignore it for a while and it... goes away on its own.” He elaborated.
Emily was silent for a long moment, still staring at the bulge at his crotch. Her mind was abuzz with new thoughts, strange, exciting thoughts, and her nose was filled with that scent. Her thoughts kept running in circles, leading her back to a question, one that would forever change how she fit in, both with Brennan and with all the guys. She just couldn’t say it, though. What if it was a mistake? What if she wasn’t any good? What if something went wrong? But her mouth wasn’t listening to her mind, and after a few moments, it spoke up. “I could… help… If- if you wanted.”
Brennan swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. Could this be real? Maybe he was in a coma, dreaming this. But then, if he was dreaming, his subconscious had been boring as hell until right this minute. Real or a dream, there was only one answer he could give without regretting it later. “If, uh… If you’re sure... “
She stood beside the bed, her hips wiggling as she squeezed her thighs together, biting her lip as she stared down at the bulge in his pants. It gave a throb, straining against the fabric like an animal trying to break free. Her hand reached forward, almost like she was in a trance, trembling slightly as her fingertips settled on the bulge. She gasped softly, feeling the heat, the vitality within it as it pulsed. Her hand pressed against it more fully, her palm flattening against the arched underside, sliding up its length, like she was petting it.
Brennan’s heartbeat thundered in his ears like a drum. Deedee was a friend, a marine, a surrogate sister, and the object of some very unsisterly emotions, all at the same time. Her hand on his shaft was almost too much to process. His his injuries, he could do little more than watch in awe and groan softly with lust as she explored his rigid lust through the material of his pants.
Emily glanced up to Brennan’s face as he groaned. Had she done something wrong? Had she hurt him? His voice didn’t sound like he was in pain. It resonated in her ears and made her heart race. Was she... making him feel good? She swallowed, looking back down the the bulge. This was all so strange… and yet, exciting. She gave a gentle squeeze, and he let out another groan that echoed in her ears. She was making him feel good. The smell was filling her nose, filling her mind with a haze. She wanted more, to smell more, to see more, to feel more.
Emily’s hands roamed up the bulge until her fingers found his fly, fumbling nervously. The button popped open, and the zipper quickly followed, revealing his boxer-briefs, the stretchy fabric struggling to contain his throbbing shaft. She could see the shape of it now, long, thick, and gently curved, with a fat tip. A shiver danced down her spine. It looked just like the ones she’d seen online. But this was real. And she needed to see it. She gripped the waistband of his pants and his briefs together, and he shifted on the bed as she began to pull. His bulge caught for a moment on the elastic, until she gave a particularly forceful yank, dragging his pants down to his knees, his bulge springing free in its full glory.
Brennan’s shaft sprang up, slapping against his abs, the tip reaching up past his navel before bouncing free, arching proudly as it thrust forth from his hips. It looked immense, almost as long as her forearm and as thick as her wrist, a pulsing shaft of pale flesh marbled with bulging blue veins. The tip gleamed in the light, swollen a deep red with arousal as it bobbed in midair in time with his pulse. Below his cock lay his balls, each the size of an egg, heavy with days of pent-up cream. The scent of his lust flooded her nose, pure and unfiltered, so strong it almost made her dizzy.
It took Emily a moment to realize she was staring. Abandoning Brennan’s pants at his ankles, her hands reached up toward his hypnotic shaft. They hesitated for a moment, just inches away from his cock as it throbbed angrily with impatience. He needed release. She swallowed, pushing forward through her nervousness until her fingertips met the red-hot shaft of his cock. They slid around his thick, throbbing shaft, encircling his hot rod, straining to close a loop around his girth. He let out another soft groan, urging her on.
Emily’s head was spinning. What now? Judging from Brennan’s groans, he’d liked it when she’d stroked it before… Her hand began to move, slowly, sliding her fingers slowly down his length, then back up. Between his groans and the throbs of his cock, she found encouragement when she found what felt good and discouragement when she did something wrong, refining her technique from moment to moment. Soon she was smoothly pumping her fist up and down his length. with every stroke, her confidence grew. She was making him feel good. She could smell the scent of his arousal growing stronger, hear the pleasure in his groans. Her eyes were fixed on the shaft in her hand. Brennan’s cock. It was so… hot. So hard. It smelled so… so good. She… she wanted more.
Brennan’s eyes went wide as Deedee leaned forward again. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of her as she descended, absently brushing her black-and-brown ponytail back over her shoulder, her eyes glassy, her soft, pink lips parting as she panted hotly. Her hand never stopped stroking as her head passed it, pushing her face against the base of his shaft, the tip of her nose making contact where his cock ended and his heavy balls began. She pulled in a deep, breathy sniff, taking in the strong scent of his arousal, and letting out the breath in a low, shivering moan. Bent over the bed as she was, her thick, jiggling rear was pushed high in the air, each perfect globe of ass-flesh threatening to overwhelm her running shorts, her tail arched high over her back, presenting herself to the empty room.
Emily moaned again, her rational thoughts now smothered beneath the thick haze of lust that blanketed her mind, her brain drowning in the primal instinct to mate. With every breath of Brennan’s scent, the haze grew thicker. It smelled so good. She had to taste. Her lips parted in a moan and she simply let her tongue roll out, revealing the full length and flexibility of the wet, pink muscle. It flattened itself against the base of his thick shaft, and the taste of him blossomed across her tongue, an explosion of flavor. She moaned again, dragging her tongue up his length, tracing the thick tube on the underside of his shaft, her hand shifting to merely hold the lengthy shaft in place. Delicious. It tasted like nothing she’d ever imagined, and she loved it. His flavor flooded her mind until her tongue flicked over the tender tip, meeting a drop of clear, sticky precum. It was sweet, salty, and musky on her tongue, it tasted like manliness, and she was hooked. She needed more.
Brennan groaned aloud as Emily suddenly closed her eyes and dropped her head onto his shaft, wrapping her plush lips around the tip of his cock. It was hot and wet, and he could feel her tongue rolling and swirling over his sensitive tip, lapping over the smooth flesh. He gritted his teeth, eyes squeezing shut as he endured the sudden assault of intense pleasure, his cock lurching in the embrace of her lips, producing more of the sweet, sticky precum for her. Her hand wrapped around his length again, fingers closing around its girth and stroking up and down, her lips holding his tip greedily as her tongue danced over it with desperate hunger.
Her thighs squeezed together again, the heat between her thighs only growing more and more intense with each new lungful of his scent, every tongueful of his taste. This time, when her knees ground together, she felt an unfamiliar squish. Her eyes opened in surprise, the haze in her mind thinning slightly, but not enough to distract her from her task. Her hand and mouth remained hard at work on their task, her free hand drifting down to delve between her thighs, fingers probing experimentally.
Emily let out a muffled moan around Brennan’s tasty treat. This might be her first time, but she wasn’t entirely innocent. She’d watched porn before, she’d touched herself, and even put two fingers inside once. And it had never been like this. Even the lightest touch of her questing fingers made her shiver. She was incredibly sensitive. And not just sensitive. She was incredibly hot, and wet, too. She could feel the heat radiating from between her thighs, even without touching, and her fingers found a rapidly-growing wet patch on her shorts. Her panties were soaked through, her womanly nectar bleeding through to moisten her shorts. An experimental poke made her shiver once more. She might not know much about these things, but she knew what came next.
Emily pulled her lips from Brennan’s cock with a soft pop, looking up to his face wordlessly as she panted hotly for breath, still slowly stroking his throbbing member. Slowly, she straightened up, her hand pulling away from his length as she took a half step back. It throbbed in protest, its release tantalizingly close, yet out of reach. He was about to say something when she grabbed the lower hem of her tank top and, in a single, smooth movement, pulled it off. Her body was just what he’d expected. A soft tan glowed on her skin, her tiny waist and six-pack girl abs slightly lighter in tone. Her sports bra hugged her ample chest tight, and her running shorts stretched over her generous hips. As his gaze lingered, her gaze shifted off to one side, her cheeks flushing. “Don’t… don’t stare so much.” She muttered.
She turned, tossing her top into the now-abandoned chair in a pile. Her moment of embarrassment didn’t seem to stop her from continuing. She took a moment to step out of her shoes, kicking them underneath it to leave her in her socks. She reached up to her shoulder, grabbing a strap of her sports bra and pulling forward, hauling up the back band until she could catch it with her fingertips. She leaned forward slightly as she hauled the band up over her head, the material stretching quite impressively, then snapping back into shape like a rubber band once it passed her head, leaving her topless. As she tossed it into the chair with the shirt, his eyes traced the contours of her back, her warm tan coming to an abrupt stop wherever the sports bra had been, leaving bands of smooth, pale, tender skin over her back and shoulders.
Emily glanced back over her shoulder, silently appraising Brennan’s reaction as she reached behind her, undoing the tail-fly of her shorts. He swallowed. She hooked her thumbs into the waist of her shorts and panties at once, and began to work them down over her hips. Her round, spankable ass swayed side to side, her hips rolling as she worked the shorts down over one hip then the other, an inch at a time. Each pull exposed another inch of the pale, smooth globes. Once she passed the widest point, the rest was easy. Her shorts and panties fell to the ground, pooling around her ankles, and she stepped out of them, hooking one leg-hole with her toes and lifting them up so she could grab them and add them to the pile. As she moved, the full glory of her smooth, round ass was revealed, each jiggling cheek practically begging for a sharp swat. Her tail hung down between the globes, a slight curl to it.
Emily stood still for a long moment, facing away, naked but for her socks, just a few feet away from Brennan. Her hands were crossed over her stomach, fidgeting softly. What now? Brennan could feel the silence growing thicker by the second. He had to do something. Say something. “You…” He started, hesitating for a moment. “You look really beautiful, Deedee.”
Her response was almost too quiet to hear. “Even… even with a tail?”
Brennan blinked with momentary surprise, his face swiftly shifting to a warm smile. “Especially with a tail. If you didn’t have a tail, you wouldn’t be you.” He replied.
Emily didn’t respond, but her tail did, uncurling slightly and giving a small wag. She took a deep breath and turned to face Brennan, her face still flushed, arms still crossed over her stomach defensively. Her body was every bit as beautiful as he’d imagined. Her breasts were the size of ripe peaches, full and yet perky, capped with tender pink nipples, hardening under his gaze. Between her thighs, her pussy was flushed and puffy with need, glistening with clear, sweet nectar. Her outer lips barely offered a glimpse of the soft pinkness hidden within, only showing the pea-sized nub of her hard clit.
Brennan’s thick ten-inch cock gave a mighty throb at the view before him. The movement drew Emily’s eyes back to the meaty shaft, and she bit her lip as she marveled at its size and hardness. It was so enormous. It was even a little intimidating. Would it even fit? Would she be able to do it right? Every second she stared, the heat between her thighs grew more intense. She was going to do this. There was no way she could fight the need for long. She took a deep breath, focusing on the moment. There was no room for worries, anxiety, or insecurity. She just had to enjoy it. Her tail perked up, wagging more intensely as a smile spread across her face.
Emily stepped up the the edge of the bed. She gripped the rail with both hands, bouncing on her toes once, twice, then suddenly vaulting over the rail to land in the bed. Her knees sank into the mattress padding as she shifted positions awkwardly for a few moments, until she was kneeling astride his thighs, leaning forward to plant her hands beside his chest. She looked into his eyes, grinning, her his wagging along with her tail, the movement making her perky breasts sway softly beneath her. Her hand reached down to his groin, and once more gripped his shaft in her hand, slowly stroking it, making sure he was ready.
Brennan’s eyes widened. This was really happening. He was going to fuck Deedee. Well, more like she was going to fuck him, the distinction was mostly academic. He had to do this right, either way. “Just, just hang on one second.” He said, reaching up and to the side, toward the bedside table and groping for the drawer with his wrapped hands. Emily looked confused for a moment. “I, uh, need my wallet.” He explained, without really explaining. Seeing her lingering look of confusion, he clarified. “I’ve got some… some condoms in it.” He elaborated. She nodded and leaned forward, reaching out. There was a minute or so of fishing in the drawer, flicking through the wallet, and finally fumbling with the wrapper and the little latex disk itself, but soon enough, she had the wrapper poised on the tip of his cock and, with a few strokes, had the tight little latex sheath rolled down over his cock.
Emily sat on her heels, marveling at the fearsome weapon in her hand, all wrapped up snugly. This was it. It was time for the main event. She shifted, shuffling her knees forward until she felt the heat of his shaft against the lips of her dripping, needy pussy. She shivered softly when it throbbed against her clit. She pushed herself up, rising off her heels until she was hovering just above his member, her body on display before him as she steered his shaft to aim at her needy slit. She bit her lip, gripping the rail with one hand as she braced herself.
Slowly, slowly, Emily let her body sink, the tip of Brennan’s cock just touching her lower lips. She could feel its heat, its throbbing desire, and sank further. His cockhead nosed against her tender folds, pushing between them, and she slid the tip up and down her slit, the sensations making her shiver and sink a little lower. She ground herself against the tip of his cock now, still steering it up and down the length of her slit, his iron shaft unbending. He groaned, the sensations incredible, even if the force was almost painful. Then, suddenly, his tip caught, the blunt crown wedging itself into her entrance, and she shivered.
She closed her eyes, her grip on the bedside rail tightening. Her thighs relaxed just the tiniest fraction, and she felt the blunt shaft push further into her, the fat crown spreading her tender hole wider than she’d thought possible, then stretching it even wider. She bit her lip, letting out a soft whimper at the alien sensation of being filled. He was so thick. She could feel her body opening bit by bit before the invader, until, without warning, his head slipped inside her with a pop. Her body trembled at the sensation, and before she could stop herself, the first few inches pushed into her, forcing a wavering cry of pain and lust from her lungs.
Emily shivered. Brennan was inside her. That was it, she wasn’t a virgin anymore. She could feel him inside her, she could feel his thick, hot shaft filling her up, stretching her wider than ever before. Her fingers were nothing compared to this meaty shaft. She shifted slightly, trying to get used to the sensation. She held herself up with trembling legs. The sudden surge of pain and pleasure as she lost her virginity was seared into her mind, now. She’d never be able to forget this moment, now. Whether or not she regretted it was up to her future self. All she could do now was make it as good a memory as she could. She looked into Brennan’s eyes, and worked her thighs, slowly easing herself up his cock before letting herself sink once more, moaning as her needy slit swallowed another inch.
Brennan groaned aloud with pleasure as Emily began to slowly slide up and down on his shaft, pulling up until just the head was inside her, then letting herself sink down until she’d taken another inch, then doing it all over again. She was incredibly tight, tighter than anything he’d ever experienced before, and her body was incredibly hot. He wanted nothing more than to throw her down to the bed and pound her for hours. Unfortunately, his injuries made that impossible,. He couldn’t grab, he couldn’t thrust, he couldn’t do anything more than lay back and let her ride at her own pace. A pace that was, at the moment, maddeningly slow. Again and again, she pushed herself fractionally further down his length, then pulled back until only the coming teasingly closer to taking his entire length. She passed eight inches, then pulled back again, then nine inches, then pulled back again…He groaned from deep inside his chest as her hips finally sank down to meet his, her sweet slit finally taking in his entire cock.
Emily moaned as she reached the base of his cock, panting as she held herself there. She’d done it. It had seemed impossible, but she’d done it anyways. He was all the way inside her now. She shivered, her pussy spasming around the veiny, throbbing length filling her sweet pussy to capacity and beyond. She struggled to adjust to his size, her hips rolling against his. He was just so fucking huge inside her… After a long moment, she fell forward, planting her hands on either side of his chest once more, looking into his eyes as she ground her hips against his. “I think it’s time for the fun to really get started…” She purred. “Just relax and let me do all the work…”
Emily bit her lip against the sensation as she pulled her hips back, until only the tip of Brennan’s cock was still inside her, his thick knob teasing her folds all along the way. She was still for a moment, fingers balling into fistfuls of sheets, then suddenly dropped her hips hard, taking him all the way to the base once again with a deep moan. Slowly she began to ride him in earnest, pulling her hips up and dropping them back down again and again, with each thrust of her hips coming a little bit faster than the last. The two of them were soon moaning and groaning in unison as his thick shaft teased her slit and her sweet pussy gripping tight around this throbbing length. Their bodies sang with pleasure as their bodies came together over and over, their hips smacking together rhythmically.
“Oh, god… It’s so deep in me…” Emily gasped, arching her back as she ground her hips against Brennan’s, pausing in her furious ride. Her grip on the sheets tightened as she went into motion again, rolling her hips again and again, pounding her hips down on his as she moaned. “Ohhhh~! So fucking DEEP!” She cried out, punctuating her sentence with another thrust of her hips. “So LONG! So THICK! So HARD! Ohh, fuck, I love your cock!” She added, riding his faster and faster with each exultant cry of lust.
“Ohh, fuck…” was all Brennan could muster in reply, breathing out the words through gritted teeth as her tight, spasming pussy squeezed and milked at his length hungrily. It was almost too good. He reached up, wrapping his well-wrapped hands around Emily’s neck as she rode him, and pulled her down gently. She fell forward to her elbows, her soft, jiggling breasts flattened against his bandaged chest as she continued to ride him, her face just inches from his. He pushed his head forward until his lips met hers in a kiss. Her eyes widened, and she froze as his lips entwined with hers in a passionate kiss. Her first kiss. Soon she was kissing him back, their lips dancing together in a passionate embrace, the two of them softly moaning as their lips and tongues coiled around one-another’s.
With their lips still linked, Emily began to ride Brennan harder than ever before. Her hips moved like a piston, her thick, round ass jiggling with every stroke, pumping up and down the whole length of his cock with every motion. The two moaned and groaned with pleasure into their kiss, lips smacking as their bodies shook with the vigorous thrusts. Her hips were practically a blur, their bodies singing with pleasure with every thrust. Every time his cock bottomed out in her, her pussy spasmed, squeezing his cock like a vice and grinding new, sensitive nerves against his shaft. With every thrust, their pleasures surged, and with every surge, the two lovers drew closer and closer to the precipice.
“I- I can’t hold it!” Brennan groaned with lust, pulling his lips from hers in the midst of their heated kiss. His monstrous shaft swelled even thicker inside her, stretching her wider than ever as she impaled herself on it again and again.
“Just do it! I’m so close!” Emily cried, her spine arching as she thrust her hips down onto Brennan’s cock. Her hips smacked loudly against his, her round, spankable ass jiggling as she rode him like a bucking bronco, her tight pussy squeezing tight around his swelling cock. The two bodies came together one last time, both of them locking up as they united with a frenzied thrust, their moans and groans melting together as they were gripped by the ultimate pleasure.
Brennan’s fat ten-inch cannon swelled thicker as his egg-sized balls pulled up tight against the base of his shaft. His mighty cock lurched wildly inside her as the dam burst and he could hold back the flood no more. His cum surged through him, coursing up the length of his shaft until it blasted from the tip of his cock into the condom. In a single shot, his massive load flooded the condom’s reservoir, the latex wrapper expanding like a water balloon with the sheer volume of cum in his tireless balls. Again and again, his heaving balls pulled tight, pumping more and more hot, thick cum into the rapidly-growing cum balloon, the first few shots alone more than enough to fill a glass.
Emily’s pussy spasmed hard as she was struck by the most powerful orgams of her life. She might have wondered why it felt so different than those she’d given herself, but in that very moment, she found herself entirely incapable of forming a thought. Her every thought, every sensation, and every sound she tried to form was ripped away, dragged into the all-consuming implosion of pure pleasure in her womb. Her tight slit squeezed tight around both Brennan’s monstrous cock and the already overstuffed condom. The latex was not made for this kind of strain, and when her walls squeezed, it gave way. It exploded like a grenade inside her, painting every inch of her virgin pussy with a wave of white-hot creamy cum, more than a pint of thick spunk flooding her depths, all told, with more and more pumping into her with each blast from the massive cock planted deep inside her.
As the last shot fired from Brennan’s powerful cock, and the last tremor’s of Emily’s orgasm abated, the two of them lay, panting heavily and glistening with sweat in spite of the AC, softly moaning and groaning with the last jolts of pleasure rolling through their bodies. The two were weak, drained, but found enough strength to let their lips meet once again, tongues dancing as they moaned into each other’s mouths, both in gratitude to each other and in mutual affection. When their lips came apart once again, she smiled down at him, and slowly pulled her hips off his barely-softened cock, the torn condom now merely a ring around the base of his cock, the weapon dripping with pearly seed. She moaned softly, feeling the liquid heat deep inside her.
“Well… So much for the condom…” She muttered, glancing down at the thick shaft that had been inside her moments ago. “Though… I have to admit… All that cum inside me… Mmmm, it’s so hot…” She added with a satisfied purr. She looked into his eyes, and he looked back into hers, seeing the playful gleam deep inside them. “You know… I’m off duty tomorrow, too. If you want, I could come… read a little more.”
She gasped, her playful grin growing wider as she felt his fat cock throb against her lips, swiftly swelling back to full hardness.
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