This was shaping up to be Aldwen’s most uneventful birthday yet, and considering how low the bar had been set, that was saying something. Perhaps it was foolish to think this year would be any different, but she had hoped that her 18th would mean something to her father. Her first drink at the bar, at least. But no, she was left standing there like an ornament as her father attempted to establish a deal to sell his foul Salamanderi alcohol at this Fox’s chain of taverns.

It could be worse, she supposed. She could be like the Bunny standing next to the Fox. She looked pampered, standing in a short, corseted dress, but she also wore a leather collar adorned with metal rings like a slave or prisoner. She hadn’t said anything, just stood there like, well, like an ornament.

The discussion her father was having with the Fox was nothing more than a hum in the back of her head, but she was pulled back in when it seemed like the conversation was finally moving.

“I would be happy to sample your wares,” the Fox said. “I’m curious. I hear that amphibian alcohol isn’t compatible with the mammalian palate, but I am nothing if not adventurous. Why don’t we continue this discussion down at the bar?”

The Fox’s eyes then crossed to Aldwen. “Your daughter, is she of age?”

“Just turned 18 today,” her father said, “Though I’d rather she not take up drinking just yet.”

“I’d prefer to keep this conversation private, so...” The Fox’s eyes flicked over to the Bunny beside him. “How about I have my little pet, Zaryn, entertain your daughter while we speak business.”

There was a strange emphasis on “entertain.”

“I’m not sure I want her… enjoying the company of others in that way just yet, either.”

What were they talking about?

“Surely if not now, then when? Zaryn would be a fine introduction to womanhood. She is very talented and very discreet.”

Her father looked at Aldwen with a heavy sigh. “I suppose, I will leave it up to her. Aldy, what do you think? Do you find Zaryn attractive?”

Aldwen’s heart skipped a beat as the subtext of the conversation sank in. Her nerves buzzed instantly. How could she politely decline? Did she want to decline?

“She is… very pretty,” Aldwen said, her compliment lighting up the Bunny’s face with a smile.

It was true. There were some things about Zaryn that weren’t traditionally attractive, perhaps. Noticeably, she was extremely flat chested, but it seemed to match her delicate frame. She could almost be mistaken for a teenager who was still waiting to bloom.

However, it was the pure white fur and the bright grey eyes that Aldwen couldn’t deny attraction to. She stood rigid and polite like a proper lady, only bowing slightly whenever she was mentioned.

“It’s decided then. Zaryn, please be gentle with the girl. From the sounds of things, it’s her first time.”

What!? She hadn’t agreed, had she? Was politely complimenting a woman’s appearance truly consent.

She attempted to stammer out a protest as the Bunny crossed the room and took her by the hand. Before anything even coherent could come out, she was being gently tugged toward the door.

Her father merely shrugged. “Have fun, I guess.”

She was led down the hallway to a room at the end. Inside, it was dimly lit. Prominently, there was a big bed at one end. Red, plush comforter, a sheer canopy, lots and lots of pillows.

Aldwen had barely a moment to take in the room before she felt the Bunny caress her cheek, her body held close.

“I’m Zaryn,” she introduced herself, “You don’t have to tell me your name if you don’t want to.”

“A-Aldwen,” she sputtered. It only seemed appropriate.

The Bunny’s face lit up again. “Well, Aldwen, I know my master and your father didn’t give you much of a chance to object. Are you sure this is something that you want?” she asked.

The Salamander was relieved to finally have a say in things, but she found herself hesitating. She had already received her father’s permission, it would be something memorable to happen on her birthday instead of nothing, and she was curious -- extremely so.

Nonetheless, Aldwen’s voice came out quite. “Are you okay with this?”

The Bunny giggled in response. “Ee-hee! It’s my role, and I very much enjoy my role. But that wasn’t my question.”

Aldwen tried swallowing the lump in her throat. “Y...yes,” she replied. “I think I do… want this.”

The two were almost the same height, and while Aldwen was perhaps average for a Salamander, Zaryn was very small for a Bunny.

“I know this is your first time, but is there anything specific that you’re into? Are there any fantasies you have?”

Aldwen audibly gulped. This was happening. She could run, but she didn’t want to think of the embarrassment. This was not how she pictured her first time.

“Fan-Fantasies?” She struggled with the word.

“Yes,” the Bunny nodded. “It could be something simple, like having your nipples touched, or it could be naughty, like being spanked.”

“N-Nipples?” She was starting to sound like an echo.

Zaryn just giggled, not in a way that sounded derisive, but more in amusement. “Ee-hee! It sounds like you’re not sure, and trust me, I can tell you’re very nervous. Why don’t you just lie down and I’ll go slow.”

That seemed like the best case scenario here. At least if she just had to lie there she couldn’t do something awkward and embarrassing. She didn’t have any time to refuse, as she was gently led to the bed.

Zaryn positioned herself, putting Aldwen between the bed and the Bunny. The Salamander had no time to even assess her situation before she felt Zaryn’s hand on her cheek and around her waist. Breathing was difficult to her now as she saw the Bunny’s intentions -- she was moving in to kiss her. Her initial reaction was to pull away, but she fought the impulse for fear of offending the girl.

It was soft. Almost immediately her fingers went numb as Zaryn pressed her lips against the Salamander’s. Their bodies up against each other, she felt compelled to place her hands on Zaryn’s back. She was firm and warm. It felt as though she was radiating with care and affection.

The Bunny kissed harder, pulling away for only a moment to deliver another. The Salamander’s chest fluttered as she found herself giving in and returning those passionate offerings. Soon, the Bunny was parting her lips, pressing them against hers and pinching them closed, almost like a soft bite.

Aldwen barely noticed herself falling back onto the bed. There was no break as Zaryn’s kisses continued to assault her lips, becoming more and more passionate with every moment until her tongue pushed its way through. Aldwen accepted it. It was a strange and alien feeling, but not an unpleasant one. The mix of Zaryn’s breath, the warmth of her tongue as it caressed her own, the taste of it all.

Her chest felt heavy. Breathing seemed difficult. To her relief Zaryn was back on her feet, but that respite was short-lived as the Bunny reached behind her, undid her corset, and her whole dress came off in a moment. She had nothing but a pair of lace panties on. Her nipples were small statements on her chest. A collection of scars showed through her white fur, something that she had barely any time to consider before the Bunny was back on top of her, straddling her.

The Bunny’s face was close to hers, her breath falling against it. Her deep grey eyes locked against the green of the Salamander’s. She felt a hand touch hers, guiding it downwards. In the intoxicating mists of the moment, Aldwen was barely able to register what was happening before that hand was placed against the crotch of the Bunny’s panties.

Warmth. It was firm in the security of those lace panties. It was too late, Aldwen had given into the moment, letting her hand gently caress the Bunny’s most private spot.

“There you go,” whispered Zaryn. “My body is yours to explore.”

She didn’t need the invitation. As she rubbed the fabric of the panties, her other hand found its way to the Bunny’s breast. Though not prominent, it was still soft, her nipples firm with arousal. She then slid her hand down along her waist and to her hips, a soft moan escaping the Bunny’s lips.

Their lips met once more, hungrier this time, as though something had been held back. It seemed to last only seconds before Zaryn moved to kiss her cheek, her jaw, her neck. The Bunny’s fingers gently hooking beneath the straps of the Salamander’s dress and slipping them off her shoulders. Her hands then moving down to the bust, pulling it down off her breasts, all the while, the Bunny’s kisses descending down her body.

A peck against her nipple. Then another. Then she felt the Bunny place it between her tongue and teeth and give it a slight pull. The blissful teasing eliciting a moan from Aldwen. Never before had she experienced this passion or been touched this way. She hoped it would never end.

She barely noticed the Bunny’s hand moving up her thigh, gently caressing as she pushed up her skirt. Her head spun, thoughts overwhelmed by ecstasy. Moments ago, she was hesitant, and now she wanted nothing more than to feel the woman’s touch.

Another moan as Zaryn ran her fingers over the Salamander’s panties. Aldwen gripped Zaryn’s fur, trying her best not to pull at it in the fog of passion.

The Bunny stopped her teasing and parted Aldwen’s legs, sliding herself between them. She brought herself back up to eye contact with the Salamander, a look of study in her eyes.

“Zaryn,” the Salamander moaned softly as the Bunny pressed their bodies together.

Aldwen couldn’t wait a moment more, she put her hand on the back of the Bunny’s head and pulled her into a kiss, passionate and deep, like she had been taught moments before. Their bodies writhed against each other. Zaryn’s fur caressing her skin.

Almost too soon, Zaryn had sat up, kneeling near her feet. A shudder ran through Aldwen’s body as she felt the Bunny’s hand slip under the fabric of her panties and press against the soft flesh of her vulva. The feeling was intense. Curiosity had led the Salamander to explore those sensitive areas in the past, but it didn’t compare to the feeling of another woman’s touch.

Almost impulsively, she pressed her thighs together, squeezing Zaryn’s hand.

“Hmmm, there’s not much I can do if you don’t let me,” the Bunny sighed.

Aldwen bit down on her knuckle, focusing hard to separate her thighs again. Before she could, however, she felt the Bunny sliding her panties off and over her legs. She was vulnerable to the woman, more so than she had been with anyone before. She couldn’t recall the last time anyone had seen her naked, but here she was, allowing herself to be revealed by a stranger.

A soft caress from Zaryn, and her legs were parted again. This time, however, she was surprised to have the Bunny lower her head, her breath falling against Aldwen’s womanhood. She placed kisses on the inside of her thighs, carefully creeping her way towards her vulva.

Oh, no, it was too much. The Salamander moaned as she felt the woman’s tongue begin to explore. She was gentle, slow, but it was still so intense. Aldwen gripped the bedsheets, squirmed in ecstasy, trying her best not to clasp her thighs closed again. She moaned without even realizing it, growing into a high cadence.

Zaryn’s tongue slowly went about its work, sliding alongside her clitoris, tickling spots she never knew could be so sensitive. Her head was swimming, her body seemingly moving on its own, her breaths coming out as moans. The world around her disappeared as she was overwhelmed by the rapturous moment.

Then she felt it build inside her. “Oh, Zeeeli,” the Salamander moaned. Her back arched as her hands clasped around the Bunny’s head, forcing it further into her womanhood.

A tingling feeling of warmth erupted across her body. She felt her abdomen tense, her limbs contract, her teeth clench. Had she been aware of how she was holding the Bunny against her, she might have been powerless to do anything about it as her muscles tightened.

Finally it ended. Breath returned to her, the room began to reassert itself, she released the Bunny who, in turn, gasped for breath.

There was nothing she could do but bring in large lungfuls of air. She felt amazing; almost dazed by the experience. She felt as though she couldn’t move.

The Bunny slid her way up the bed alongside Aldwen, placing a hand on her heaving stomach. A warm smile played across her lips as she looked down at the Salamander.

“Did we enjoy that?” Zaryn said teasingly.

All Aldwen could do to respond was nod. The woman ran her fingers along the Salamander’s body. She looked as though she was admiring her work.

Her work.

It dawned on Aldwen that work was all it was to the Bunny. Her job was simply to “entertain” her. No, it couldn’t be like that. Zaryn had shown her something new, something incredible, and at that moment, the idea of simply parting ways was too distressing to consider.

“Zaryn, I…” was all that Aldwen could manage to utter before the door to the room swung open and the sound of an argument carried through.

“Aldy, get you clothes back on, we’re leaving immediately.” It was her father.

Her father!

She quickly shielded herself, her thighs squeezed tight, an arm clasped across her breasts. Her father had seen her like this!

“I’m willing to offer you a room,” the Fox said, “I just don’t think there’s a place at my taverns for your product.”

“Like drinking an abattoir, he said,” her father complained. “Damned Foxes wouldn’t know good alcohol if someone put a funnel up their ass and…”

“I simply do not think that there’s a market here for it.” The Fox explained. “It seems like an… acquired taste, and even the amphibians that frequent my taverns here in Dragonward have largely diverged from those tastes.”

Aldwen felt humiliated. It didn’t matter how wrapped up her father was in his argument with the Fox, he had seen her with a woman. He had seen all of her. That wasn’t something to be shared between a father and daughter.

She felt the Bunny at her feet. She was sliding the Salamander’s panties back on over her legs, a warm smile still on her lips. She said nothing, though, and Aldwen said nothing to her. The moment was understood between women.

It didn’t take long before Aldwen was back in her dress, her father ushering her out the door with great haste. She snuck a look over her shoulder, back at the Bunny who had thanklessly provided her with the most intense passion she’d ever experienced. Zaryn stood there, alongside the Fox, wearing nothing but her lace panties and leather collar.

The Fox turned to Zaryn, hooking his finger through one of the loops on her collar, he pulled her up on her toes, his face lowering to hers.

No, she couldn’t watch. She couldn’t accept that Zaryn wasn’t hers. She only hoped that one day she’d have the opportunity to thank her for the guidance into womanhood.