“H-Harder,” Sally muttered through bitten lips as pressure pushed against her prostate. The cheetah curled her toes to focus, strenuously steading her breath as the mare hunching over her pushed the purple strap-on halfway in and pulled a quarter out. Never deeper, never faster. “I’m trying,” Maddy said, huffing through the effort. Peering over her shoulder Sally saw the mare’s breasts heaving by her tight black bra. She needed to exercise more. They both did, but Maddy continued to underestimate the stamina of pitching. Sally’s attempts to help were foiled by circumstance. The cheetah couldn’t move under her girlfriend’s weight, nor could she form coherent sentences to try another position. The mare pulled out unceremoniously, collapsing beside the cheetah over their shared futon. “Fuck…” Her tone pointed inward, opposite of the slick dildo standing between her legs. Feeling her pleasure receding, Sally climbed over her mountain of a girlfriend. Her soft half-mast cock dripped clear precum over the chestnut fur as shaky legs positioned her ass over the mare’s toy. With gravity and proper angling, the cheetah sank into her girlfriend’s silicon rod, deeper than the mare ever tried. Through burning and aching legs she bounced over it, slamming Maddy’s crotch with wet slaps, desperately climbing the dam of pleasure. She wanted it, needed it. Weeks of avoiding her wand weren’t going to be wasted now. Her prostate didn’t care. The cheetah slumped over the mare’s frame, her head lodged between hefty breasts held by the bra. She groaned, frustrated as her pleasure fell. Still horny, but dissatisfied. They two cuddled for what could have been hours or five minutes. Time lost meaning to Sally when wrapped in her lover’s embrace. “Should I get the wand?” Maddy asked, curling the cheetah’s headfur to the point where it hurt. Not enough for Sally to ask her to stop. Never enough. “No,” Sally sighed, crawling off the futon. Removing the strap-on, Sally spread the mare’s legs and smiled softly at the wet splotch on their furniture. Someone should get off tonight. Unfortunately for her, she was determined to do it a certain way. Her girlfriend had no such restriction. With care her tongue explored the mare’s pretty pussy, sniffing the flavor of her hairy muff as Maddy gasped. The cheetah knew her weaknesses, priding herself on holding her tall lover on the edge until she whimpered with squeals and tears. A better response than her cock ever mustered. Thighs closed in around her. Maddy arched her back, holding her mouth closed with whimpers. She suckled on, ears perked at the mare’s pleading cries. “Almost. Right there. Right there. Please.” The mare shivered. Fluids of pleasure dabbed the cheetah’s face, drenching her lower lip. She continued through the orgasm, bringing a second then a third before Maddy begged her to stop. Exhaling like a deflated balloon, the mare stared up at the ceiling and said, “I need a drink.” “I bet,” Sally teased. “Have you been keeping yourself hydrated?” Maddy shifted her gaze. “Yes?” Sally, knowing she was lying, nudged her head over to the water bottle beside their actual bed. The one her girlfriend left earlier that morning on her way to class. Maddy let her head hang backward, groaning in defeat. “To be fair, you had a test today. Right?” She hated to see the mare wallow in self-pity. More often than not Sally made excuses for her girlfriend’s absentmindedness or lack of effort. Whether it worked in the short term wasn’t clear. They’d been dating for two years now though so she must be doing something right. Didn’t make the sex any better, but she kept that to herself. “Yeah, Kitten.” Maddy sighed, “I’m sure I passed it. Overstudied.” “Better over than under,” Sally argued, ignoring her embarrassing nickname. She hadn’t purred in years. “My sleep schedule disagrees.” “Our sleep schedule.” Sally booped her girlfriend’s nose. “You’re not the only one staying up late for tests. Ok, maybe for tests. This is why I only choose classes that assign papers.” “My major doesn’t give that luxury,” Maddy said, pulling herself up. Sally braced herself for a kiss but it didn’t come. She seized the opportunity instead, burying the disappointment in her girlfriend’s passive nature under the taste of his lips. Batting away her mane the mare smiled, opening her mouth to whisper but saying nothing. No doubt something sweet was on her mind that fell apart the moment she tried to speak. Sally didn’t care. The thought mattered more to her, at least for now. “Speaking of class, I should get going.” One look at the clock told her she had thirty minutes. Fifteen after showering and getting dressed. She’d been to one class post coitus before and swore everyone could tell. After waving her girlfriend goodbye Sally felt the smack of winter’s kiss not foot out the door. Her girlfriend’s oversized hoodie worked as an extra layer over the winter jacket she tucked underneath. University life was, at its core, an illusion. Every dorm acted as a pseudo-village that had its own customs and unspoken rules. This was most apparent in Freshman year where the first-floor dorms had ceilings in marijuana smoke and red-eyed residents to match while the fourth was filled with a bunch of gamers. To her credit, that was the men's dorms but Maddy said the ladies were similar. Her current dorms were built closer to apartments with no way to enter another room without going outside. Every day she’d see classmates hustle to their classes or club activities, pretending to be adults when in reality none of them felt like it. In her defense, she’d not been living as her true self for long. She still hadn’t had what some people would call her second puberty, let alone the feeling of adulthood. Sally gained and lost many in those turbulent two years coming out. Her parents, the people she worried about the most, accepted her with tears, ashamed that she’d feel so scared about being truthful with them. She’d lost several friends from highschool after they made transphobic comments online when she announced it, painting a clear picture that aside from visiting her family she wasn’t welcome back home. Most painful of all was the goth goat girl walking back from her class, purposefully ensuring the two crossed as much as possible. A petty habit from her ex. “Afternoon, bitch.” Desdemona’s smile did little to hide the venom in her words. At least she’d upgrade to feminine insults rather than transphobic ones. Perhaps one day, Sally hoped at least, the goat would silently judge her from afar. She could grow used to silence. “And a fuck you too, Mona.” Everyone called the goat by her chosen name, something that people adapted to faster than they did for Sally. She knew it wasn’t because the goat leaned into it, even with the numerous piercings. A nose ring, a chain linking from her nose to her ear, and reverse crosses pierced into the tips of her horns, all made from real silver her father gifted her. No, the reason why was because she slept with most guys on campus, including several professors she kept hooked by her immaculately painted fingertips. Black with tiny skulls drawn on by an expert. That skill of hers was one reason she fell for her in the past. Her sleeping habits were one of many why they broke up. In hindsight, she took too long to break up from that. “Are you still sleeping in until noon? You realize it’s possible to have life outside a computer screen.” “Not that it’s any of your business but no. I got up early this morning and treated Maddy to a nice time.” “What’d you do, buy a sizable strap-on?” Desdemona’s grin was enough for Sally to disengage from the conversation entirely. The goat, however, had other plans. “Wait, wait, sorry. That was low.” She said, with a frown that almost looked genuine. “Can we start over?” “Fuck you and fuck off.” Is what Sally wanted to say. She had a string of slurs to throw at the goat whenever they crossed paths but held it back to be the better person. Not because Maddy wanted her to be, but because she wanted it for herself. As for why, Sally asked her reflection daily for an answer. None had come. So instead of swearing or giving the goat a deserved middle finger, Sally said nothing and crossed her arms, idly tapping her shoes loud enough for her ex to know time was short. “Look, we’re both adults here and bickering is beneath us. I’m throwing a party tonight with my roommates and I want you to come.” “You want me?” Sally pointed to herself. “Why?” “To make up for lost time? To hang out more? Would you be surprised to know that I miss being around you?” Sally nodded. “You cheated on me several times while we were dating so it’s safe to assume my presence isn’t something you want.” “I said I was sorry.” “After we broke up.” “Which you never apologized for.” “Me?” Sally snapped, “What do I have to apologize for?” “For telling my parents?” Desdemona prodded the cheetah’s chest. “Do you have any idea how awkward it was when they found out? How much damage control I had to do? I nearly got expelled.” And nothing of value would have been lost. Sally rolled her eyes and then sighed. “Ok, this is getting us nowhere. How about this? I go to your party, stay for one drink, and then we never speak to each other again.” “Will you bring Maddy?” To Sally, that was a red flag. But in the long nanosecond, she thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. What better revenge could there be than showing her ex how happy she was in her current relationship? “I’d have to ask her about it.” Maddy could use some fun anyway. Desdemona took that as an answer. “Good. You know where my house is?” Sally nodded, being unable to forget the two-story home the goat’s parents paid for. “Good. The party is tonight at eight. Don’t be late.” It still hinged on Maddy being interested. How she would pique her girlfriend’s interest took up her attention in class and the walk home. Figuring there was no point in being subtle, she brought up the idea directly when she got inside. “Hey, Maddy, do you want to go to a party at my ex’s place?” The mare, who was in the middle of a reading assignment, blinked twice in a haze. “Yeah, yeah, sure. I…what?” She closed her book shut. “Mona’s house?” “Desdemona.” Sally corrected her. “She’s throwing a party.” “And she invited you?” “Yup.” “And you want to go?” “Yup.” “Why?” “On the surface? To bury the hatchet. The real reason? I want her to see what a good relationship is like.” The short cheetah curled up across her girlfriend’s lap, nipping her neck softly as she whispered. “You can’t tell me you aren’t interested in seeing Desdemona seething. Not to mention that if I do go, she’ll never talk to me again.” “And she’ll keep to her word?” Maddy raised her brow at the idea. “This is the same girl who cheated on you with multiple professors.” She nodded. “Yeah, she’s an enigma like that.” Aside from cheating, Desdemona didn’t break promises. Whatever morals she had were twisted but Sally wasn’t interested anymore in finding out what they were. “Plus there’s free booze. We both know you could use a bigger break.” “Fine.” Maddy sighed reluctantly, “But let’s just get one drink and then leave. Ok?” “Deal.” *** Desdemona’s house was packed with people and loud to match. Groups mingled and chugged copious amounts of booze from kegs, chanting over the pop music echoing from speakers. Sally arrived not to the bitchy tone of her ex but the infantilizing pinch of Desdemona’s friend and muscle, Annie. “Well, aren’t you fucking adorable?” The pig snickered, reaching to pinch the cheetah’s furred cheeks with herculean grip strength. Sally batted her away, succeeding by the grace of the weight lifter. Most pigs she’d met hated the chubby stereotype people pushed onto them, true or not. Annie leaned into it, packing enough muscle underneath her weight that every guy that challenged her in the ring became good friends with the floor. Despite it all she had a sweet demeanor, something Sally couldn’t stand knowing how close she was with her ex. The same couldn’t be said for Talia. Yellow eyes leered at the couple when they arrived. She growled under her breath when Sally batted Annie’s hand away, exposing fangs she’d be more than happy to use on the cheetah. She’d let her mane grow out since last Sally saw her, looking so butch she could be mistaken for a guy underneath that leather jacket. “Didn’t think you’d show, Madison.” Talia hooked her arm around the mare’s shoulder. A cool smile crossed her lips whenever the two looked at each other, vanishing when Sally and Talia crossed eyes. “How’d your test go? You wouldn’t shut up about it at the club.” “Club?” Sally asked. Much to her dismay, Talia and Maddy were friends long before beef was built between the cheetah and her ex’s posse. Silently they agreed to never interact with each other if they could avoid it, especially given that Sally had no right to tell Maddy who she was allowed to see. But she hadn’t heard of any club the mare attended, the mention of which made the mare blush. “What club?” “Oh, just a get-together.” Maddy laughed it off while anxiously curling her mane. “Kind of like a book club.” “If the book was about Fight Club.” Annie giggled, earning an expected glare from Talia and an unexpected one from Maddy. “What? Girl can’t make references?” “Whatever.” Talia rolled her eyes. “Shorty, why don’t you get us some drinks?” “What did you call me?” The maned-lioness grinned. “Sorry, how about Kitten?” “She just wants to catch up,” Madison said, softly clutching her short girlfriend close, “Don’t worry, they won’t have me for the entire night.” Figuring she could only make the situation worse Sally opted to go get her girlfriend a drink while Annie and Talia chatted with her. Not thirty minutes into the party and she already wished to leave. Why she convinced herself it was a good idea was still beyond her. Some things, she figured, couldn’t be explained. Years of swerving around people bigger than her made squeezing through the crowd a breeze. In mere moments she was in the kitchen, finding a pump keg and a stack of solo cups taller than her. Desdemona arrived before the cheetah resorted to climbing on the table, one that lacked any chairs. “You made it.” “Yeah.” Sally brushed her off, pointing to the cups, “Can you get me one?” “I can pour you a beer too.” She didn’t need to but Sally found it easier not to argue. “Are you enjoying the party so far?” “I only just got here.” And already she hated it. Maddy separated from her and something about the attendees seemed off. They were college kids, people she’d seen across campus, but plenty were more familiar than that. Something she couldn’t quite place her finger on. “It’s ok. What’s the occasion?” “Do you need an occasion to throw a party in college?” Sally shrugged and sipped from her cup. As she suspected, cheap beer that was meant to get college kids buzzed. Though there was something else in it. A hint she couldn’t quite place her tongue on. Desdemona said something but the words were muted. Empty. Sally felt her head lagging when she turned. The world became slow and foggy. Realization hit her harder than the floor, with her last glance eyeing a smiling goat crouching over her. “You’ll thank me for this one day, miserable bitch.” *** Drool seeped against her chin. By reflex she pushed her tongue out to clear it away, finding something thick and round impeding her. Attempts to reach it pulled both arms fruitlessly to her face. They were bound behind her back by soft and sturdy ropes. Sally opened her eyes. An old dresser stood left of the queen-size bed she found herself on while a ceiling fan spun at the edge of her peripheral vision. Through twisting in the covers she discovered she was naked. That tidbit of information fell by the wayside at the soft giggle by the foot of the bed. “Was worried I overdid the dose.” Desdemona propped herself up by the wooden railing at the bed. Her black-lipstick lips curled into a knowing smile Sally demanded she explain. The goat did not answer to grunts, instead idly shaking her head while clicking a tsking sound. “Even now you’re making demands. Goddess, you were insufferable when we were dating. It’s a wonder Madison can stand to be with you.” Venomous words fell behind the rubber gag. Desdemona stepped over the bed, revealing her naked form. Her bare pussy was moist with arousal as she pressed a hoof between the cheetah’s chest. “You know she complains about you, right? Always so demanding. I mean, a fucking strap-on harness for her birthday? How selfish can you be?” No one but Maddy should know about that gift. “She’s not me, you know. I enjoyed pegging you. Making you feel that sense of pleasure as you debase yourself. I’ll admit the begging for humiliation got old after a while, but when we broke up I found myself missing it. Especially since you secretly liked being my cuck. Just like you enjoy being my bitch right now.” Another lie. Desdemona smiled at the hatred in the cheetah’s gaze. “Don’t believe me? Well, let’s see if Madison can spare a moment. I gotta warn you, she loves club activities more than any of us.” Sally rocked her head in defiance, leading the goat to sigh and vanish. She returned with Annie, who had built up a layer of sweat across her naked form. With glee, she hoisted Sally over her shoulder as if she were a bag of potatoes. The grip was too strong to slip from, despite the cheetah’s attempts. Squeaking springs, creaking wooden frames, wet slaps, and luscious moans filled every inch of the house in the language of sex. Every door was either cracked open or wide, revealing partygoers shamelessly exploring one another. Some took no rooms at all, preferring the couch of the living room with the blinds down. Sweat, dick, and pussy all swelled into one scent. Madison was in the room at the end of the hall. By her gasps and pants, she was not waiting for any visitors. The two men, one a wolf and another a beaver, were just a pair of many in the room taking their time with her. Hope swelled in Sally’s chest at the sight of a blindfold across her girlfriend’s face. A small, frightful, hope that she was being coerced rather than enjoying this willingly. But as the beaver grunted, the mare held him inside her through each spasm of his body until seed seeped from her maw. She smiled euphorically while licking her lips, “Who’s next?” She asked, that playful tone sinking Sally’s soul. “She’s insatiable,” Talia snorted. The lioness leaned at the wall beside the door, arms crossed and sporting a strap-on that glistened from use. “She was practically bouncing on me when I couldn’t thrust any more. Are you even trying?” What gagged cries Sally had fell by the wayside as Annie put her down. “To be fair, she’s always been like that.” Desdemona forced the cheetah to watch, digging deep into her headfur to hold. “I liked sleeping around but I prefer one partner at a time. Maybe two if I’m in a mood. Your girlfriend here is a true nympho. She needs sex like she needs water. We didn’t even bring a blindfold. She just wanted to keep her partners a surprise. Speaking of surprises, I haven’t seen you this hard in ages.” Sally hadn’t noticed it until the pressure of Desdemona’s grip. Her cock’s erection pulsed painfully, its full might looking as if she’d grown an extra inch. She shook her head, denying the truth before her. Seeing her girlfriend fucked by others was a betrayal of everything. It shouldn’t arouse her. Not after her ex’s original betrayal. Her cock didn’t lie. Annie snorted gleefully and pulled the cheetah to her feet. “Aww, poor baby. Let me give you something to enjoy.” Crouching down she wrapped her lips around the tip. Strong hands pumped the cheetah’s cock while the pig’s warm and wet tongue slathered her head. She swallowed it without issue, either by her skillful throat, Sally’s size being inconsequential, or some combination. Whatever the case, Annie looked up with control as she bobbed down the pink shaft. Saliva lathered over to cool the heated organ in the brief moments outside her maw. Sally writhed in unwanted pleasure as Talia held her. It’d been years since she’d had any pleasure to her cock. Like good food to a starving man, she embraced it without end despite the lingering shame. “Like it, Kitten?” The lioness teased, her breath nipping at the cheetah’s neck. The strap-on prodded Sally’s asshole. Lost in pleasure, she welcomed it to slip inside. Talia’s chuckle carried a sadistic tinge to it. “Did you know Madison hates pegging you? She likes that she’s getting you off, but the whole thrusting motion is so alien to her. I can’t blame her, she prefers to catch. You need a dedicated pitcher.” At that, she bucked into Sally. Though slicked with lube, the strap-on’s size required an extra push to sink into the cheetah’s begging hole. Pressure pushed hard and slow at her prostate, grinding it down as gravity took care of the rest. Teeth bore into her gag. Her legs turned to jelly, held up only by the combined strength of two girls who could twist her like a pretzel. Annie pushed her into Talia to get a better hold so her vacuum of a mouth could work. The lioness responded with deep thrusts, grinding the cheetah’s nerves with every gyration. Her head lulled. Pleasure devoured both sides. Talia arched Sally’s face forward, forcing her to watch as her girlfriend ate out her ex as two guys took her from behind. “How’s it feel seeing her enjoy it?” The lioness whispered, bucking into the cheetah to add, “Or being fucked by someone who knows how to use a strap?” Tears swelled. She loved it. Denying her arousal did nothing but add another ach to her breaking heart. As if reading her thoughts, Talia picked up her speed. With a headlock the lioness jackhammered her hips into the quivering cheetah, forcing Sally to skullfuck Annie. No, Talia was fucking Annie through her. Sally was nothing but a proxy, a toy for others' pleasure. A feeling she missed the longer she watched Desdemona writhe against Madison’s tongue. Sally clenched her teeth against her gag as her cock surged. The goth goat cried out, loud as always whenever someone gave her what Sally failed to bring. One of Madison's partners bucked in, swearing at the last second that he forgot to pull out. In her haze Sally didn’t notice Annie remove her gag until the pig’s tongue slipped down her mouth, forcing her seed to slather into her throat. “There it is,” Desdemona said, landing a dull slap across Sally’s face. Refractory period be damned, the cheetah’s cock stayed hard. Held by the chin, her tongue hung free with her seed-mixed saliva slowly dripping. “There’s that pathetic little euphoric face I remember. You love being the bottom bitch, don’t you?” “Y…f-fuck you…” She stammered. Desdemona’s hand cracked across her face, followed by her tongue lapping over the stinging matted cheek. “Keep lying to yourself. It’ll be more fun that way. Like how your girlfriend has more fun with others than you. It seems someone forgot to put on a condom. We can’t have her getting pregnant from a total stranger, can we?” Her chest fluttered. “N-No.” “Good girl.” The goat patted her cheeks, “So, how are you going to fix it?” Her? Sally gulped at what her ex was asking. By now Talia pulled out, leaving her backside empty and desperate. She pleaded not to but couldn’t form words. Desdemona pressed her thumb against the cheetah’s tongue, silently reminding her who was in charge. “You are going to fix it, aren’t you?” “Yes…” She had to. “Yes, what?” Desdemona’s nails dug deep. “Go fuck yourself…” Despite pouting, Desdemona dragged the cheetah by her headfur to her waiting girlfriend. Pushed to her knees, Sally had barely time to breathe before being shoved face first into her girlfriend’s used pussy. Its familiar taste twisted by the seed of strangers scooped by her tongue. She looked up to her girlfriend for guidance. Someone’s ass blocked her view as he fucked the mare’s mouth. Her hands gripped tight at his cheeks, demanding he not stop. “Isn’t this better?” Desdemona whispered. “She’s happy, and you’re happy. Why run from where you belong?” Five fingers wrapped tight around her cock as another strap slipped in from behind. “You can’t deny it, can you?” She could, for now. A small part of her welcomed the dominance. It grew with every enthusiastic lick she gave her girlfriend, forgetting she was meant to clean the mare free of a stranger’s seed. Desdemona laughed. “Welcome back, bitch."