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This story contains: Femdom, cuddling, bullying
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Word Count: 2,260
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	It was yet another cold winter evening. Kaitlyn had an hour until her class, and it was only a ten-minute walk, so she had plenty of time - she was currently bent over her desk, finishing up the details on the biology worksheet for her and Brynn. She had to email the professor to ask for a new copy, since Brynn had flushed both of theirs, and he was kind enough to send the PDF.

	She sat in a comfortable office chair, carefully tracing the last “n” of Brynn’s name with a mechanical pencil, making sure it was perfect. She lived in a female-only dorm hall, her room being the farthest from the entrance, with a private, lockable bathroom just nearby. It was small, but not unbearable - in fact, she quite liked it. It was so far from the other rooms that nobody could hear her through the walls, so she felt like she had real privacy. The walls were decorated sparsely with posters, mostly from the various theater shows she had acted in with a university theater group, as well as a few more nerdy things from anime and games she liked - Cowboy Bebop, Toradora, and Spy X Family were the only ones she had posters for, all of which she had ordered on Amazon when she moved in to make the white walls a little less lifeless. 

	At night, she slept on a lofted bed, her dresser and some drawers underneath it, and the room was lit primarily by a desk light and a lamp on her bedside table. There were no windows, but she didn’t mind too much - she preferred it to be a little dark anyway. Sitting on her bed, on top of her pillow, was a worn-out rabbit plushie, more cartoony than realistic, with two big, floppy ears and a very cute nose, the fur being a soft, plush, pastel pink. She had had it for a few years, it was a birthday gift from some random relative, but she quite liked it - she had named it Floppy. Along with that, sitting beside the pillow, were two other plushies - one, a small gray cat with stumpy legs, and the other, a white bird with black markings on the feathers. She had named them Stumpy and Chicky respectively - both were also presents from years past, though she couldn’t remember quite where she had received them. She loved all three of them, and liked to keep them nearby, both for comfort, and sort of for decoration.

	She finished up the worksheet and held it up in front of her laptop, which was currently playing “Calm Synthwave Beats To Relax/Study To | 24/7 Radio,” and smiled in satisfaction - this would certainly be up to her queen’s standards! Now she just needed to copy it onto a worksheet for herself - hopefully Brynn wouldn’t flush it again…

	There was a knock at the door - three calm knocks, but it made the squirrel freeze, dropping her mechanical pencil as she twisted in her chair to look at it. She never really had anyone knock on her door unless they had the wrong room. She hopped out of her chair - which was too high off the ground, but the university desks weren’t exactly ergonomic for short prey animals like her - and reached to the door knob, opening it slightly and looking outside to see who was th-

	Kaitlyn fell back on her carpet, gasping in shock, holding her paws over her stomach as Brynn entered the room, closing and locking the door behind her. “Awe, did that hurt~? What are you, a baby?” Kaitlyn panted, looking up at her bully, now invading her private room. She put her paws over her stomach and processed the events - as soon as she opened the door, Brynn had kneed her in the stomach, hard, and sent her flying back. 

	The snow leopard walked over to her and placed a foot on her stomach, right where she had kneed her, and pressed down on it, stepping on the little squirrel like a welcome mat, the wet soles of her dirty shoes staining another one of Kaitlyn’s sweaters, this one a pastel red color, matching her black jeans. Brynn wore a similar outfit to the day before, though this time, she had black sweatpants and a green sweatshirt displaying the Misteria University logo. Her face was covered in a smug smile. The squirrel flinched in pain as the bully agitated the bruised spot on her stomach. 

	“Is the cute little baby in pain~? How sad~” She lifted her foot off, causing the squirrel to gasp in relief, only to remove both her shoes and socks, throwing them off and leaving them haphazardly on the floor. She then took her foot-paw and hovered it over the squirrel’s face. The white, fuzzy paw was soaked in sweat, and it reeked - Kaitlyn considered covering her nose, but she knew Brynn wouldn’t like that. The smell was so horrible! “Your face looks so cute and pretty~ Is that your spare pair of glasses?” Kaitlyn had, indeed, put on her spares, much more blocky and chunky. “Let’s hope they’re as strong as they are ugly.”

	She slowly pressed her foot down onto Kaitlyn’s face, her sole on her nose, heel over her mouth. She rubbed it in, all over the squirrel’s snout, making her face burn with the weird sensation, her claws brushing through her fur. She raised it a bit, pulled it back, and pressed right down on the center of the squirrel’s glasses, and soon enough, a small snap was audibly heard. “Oopsies~ Clumsy me~” She lifted her foot above the squirrel’s face, hovering it over her mouth. “I think I might have hurt it a little bit from that. Why don’t you lick it to cool down the wound~?”

	There was absolutely no sign of a wound on the dirty, sweaty, soft beans of her paw, but Kaitlyn knew she shouldn’t disobey. She had done worse, right? She had literally been shoved into her waste before, so this wasn’t so bad, right? She bit her lip, grabbed Brynn’s ankle, closed her eyes, and began to lick. 

	It tasted just as bad as it smelled, naturally, and the sensation of her tongue on the soft beans… it wasn’t as unpleasant as she expected. She felt so dirty and used, like she was lower than the rug beneath her! Already, her panties were beginning to drip… She licked and licked, and suddenly, Brynn stuck her foot in the squirrel’s mouth, pushing it in deep, making her gag on it. She then took it out and smiled, that same smug, cocky smile as always. That taste would not be coming out of Kaitlyn’s mouth any time soon. 

	“I think that’ll be enough foot play for you, dirty rat.” She stomped on the squirrel’s pussy quickly, making Kaitlyn audibly grunt in pain, and then, she squatted down, pulling her backpack off her back, swinging it to her front, and zipping it open. “I brought a little present for you~!”

	“H-how did you find m-my room?” Kaitlyn stuttered, still in pain, her mind already beginning to fog up a little. 

	“That was easy - I just asked the people in your hall! I told the professor you left your watch on your desk last class and I wanted to return it, he told me you live in this hall, I came here, gave the same story to the other residents, and here I am. Of course, you don’t have a watch - if you did, I’d probably have either stolen it or, well, probably would’ve actually come here so you could watch me take it into that bathroom across your door and dispose of it, along with my own waste~” She giggled as the squirrel’s face was covered in a blush, embarrassed by how turned on she was.

	“Now for that present.” Brynn pulled out a large, plastic bag with a single diaper inside of it, a small one, but it looked like it would fit the squirrel perfectly.

	“A d-diaper?” Kaitlyn sat up, placing her arms behind her and leaning on them. “Why a diaper?”

	“Well, a little baby like you belongs in a diaper, right~? If you can’t handle a little pain, then how should I be able to trust you to hold in your bladder~?” She pressed a paw on the squirrel’s crotch on the jeans, hard, making her squirm in pain and pleasure from the touch, a bruise still fresh on her privates. 

	“But don’t worry - I’m not going to make you wear it until we go to class. Now, since we have some time…” the bully stood up and hopped onto the squirrel’s bed, bouncing on it a little, her head landing on Floppy the bunny plushie. “How about we relax together, pet~?” 

	Kaitlyn stood, looking to the bed. Brynn moved to laying on her side, her back facing the wall, her front facing the squirrel. She patted the spot next to her, smiling cutely. Did she want to… to cuddle?! The squirrel couldn’t believe it! The disbelief only grew as Brynn pulled off her sweatshirt, shirt, and bra, throwing every item onto the floor, making a show of it, her large breasts making a full appearance. She then pushed her sweatpants and panties off with one movement, and her pussy looked just as immaculate as it had the day before. 

	“Come up here already, piggy. Don’t make me wait.” She took Floppy by the head and examined it. “What’s this one’s name?”
	
	“U-um, F-floppy,” Kaitlyn murmured, embarrassed of her plushies - she usually put them away when there were guests over.

	“Floppy, what a cute name! If you don’t get up here in the next 10 seconds, me and Floppy are going to take a little trip to the bathroom, and she’s going to get a nice, warm bath in the toilet - might even activate the jets for her, see if she can handle them~” She took the bunny plush and put the snout face between her fuzzy ass cheeks for emphasis.

	Kaitlyn quickly jumped up onto the bed, using a stepping stool, and laid down on her side, facing Brynn, her head on the pillow. “That’s a good girl~” Brynn said, smiling, dropping Floppy and putting an arm around Kaitlyn. “Clothes off, squirrel - I don’t want to cuddle with your jeans and a sweater~”

	Kaitlyn blushed, but did as her queen demanded, pulling off her clothes just as Brynn had for hers and letting them fall to the floor timidly - she tended to prefer cleanliness, ironically, so it didn’t feel right, but she didn’t want to get off the bed, partly because she feared that Brynn may start playing rough with Flopsy if she got bored, partly because she didn’t want to risk her opportunity to snuggle. She revealed her small, fluffy tits and her tight pussy, glistening with precum already, and Brynn smiled. “You’re so cute underneath all those layers~ Though you looked cuter yesterday, covered in… well, you know~”

She suddenly pulled the squirrel in close, causing her to squeak in surprise - Brynn pushed her down a tad too, forcing Kaitlyn's face into her soft, fuzzy, snow leopard tits. Kaitlyn’s blush intensified even more as Brynn cuddled her, wrapping her arms around the squirrel, intertwining her legs in hers, her tail curving around the squirrel’s waist - what was happening?! She was so warm, so soft, so fuzzy, her body felt so good, and her breasts were so soft… she soon realized she had no escape from the leopard’s tight, cozy grasp, not that she wanted one. 

	Brynn purred quietly, right into the squirrel’s ears, slowly closing her eyes - the little squirrel's body was so soft and cute, like a big plushie. Before she knew it, she found herself falling asleep, unable to stop herself from being lulled to bed by the comfortable grasp. Kaitlyn realized immediately as the snow leopard’s chest rose and fell, soft purrs coming out of her mouth, that she was asleep! And yet, despite this, she still couldn’t escape - whatever she was dreaming of, it was keeping her grip tight. The squirrel felt her precum dripping onto the snow leopard’s fur, the two of them looking like an amalgamation of white fur. She closed her eyes, choosing to just enjoy the sensation - she’d never been cuddled by such a dominant figure, never been so trapped, but she loved it! And soon enough, she fell asleep in her queen’s arms.