Cassie kissed her. Roughly. Not the gentle, passionate kind of kisses she'd often exchanged with her first girlfriend, no. This was a mashing of lips, teeth bumping together. The kind of kiss you'd expect from two people who were really fucking angry with each other. Cassie bit down on Rachel's bottom lip as she pulled away — she figured Rachel would like that.

Rachel stared at her. Her breath was coming a little harder, as was Cassie's.

Cassie suddenly felt very silly. But she forced past it — she hadn't given the actual proposition yet, and you never know until you try, right? "You told me to... fuck who I want to fuck," she said, hooking a finger in the waist of Rachel's pants. "I want to fuck you."

Rachel glanced down. She growled and pushed Cassie's hand away, then met Cassie's eyes, puffing herself up like she was about to pick a fight. Cassie gulped, starting to worry she'd gravely misjudged things. Then Rachel grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her onto the bed, leaning over her. Cassie felt herself grow wet.

"Two things," Rachel said.

Cassie stared, wide-eyed. "Uh — huh?"

"This is sex. Don't make it something else. Don't be stupid."

Cassie nodded. This was more than she could have hoped for. And it was more than a little hot. "A-and the second thing?"

Rachel leaned in closer, their eyes meeting. Cassie looked away with a blush. "You're not in charge," Rachel said. "I am."

Then, before Cassie could respond, Rachel's hand was in her pants, calloused fingers driving right past her panties and forcing their way into her pussy. She gasped, her entire body tensing up at the sudden entry — though she was already wet enough that it posed no problem.

Rachel planted one hand on the bed beside Cassie and began her finger-fucking in earnest. Rachel wasn't gentle about it, and her fingernails weren't as closely trimmed as Cassie would have liked, but holy shit, it didn't matter — Cassie loved every moment of it.

Her legs trembled uncontrollably beneath Rachel's assault as her body fought to pull away — though she didn't truly want to escape. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her stomach undulating unevenly in proof. She heard her own moans and gasps and attempts at saying Rachel's name — all cut short by the relentlessness of Rachel's fingers in her pussy. Her hands raked at the bedsheets, already struggling to keep her propped upright, until finally she collapsed onto her back, her arms moving instead to curl around Rachel, pulling her closer.

Rachel growled again, withdrawing her fingers. Cassie whined, already missing the roughness. But her whine turned into a squeal as Rachel grabbed her and spun her around so she faced the wall. Cassie barely had a second to come to terms with her new position before Rachel's hands grasped Cassie's pants and tore them straight down to her knees — panties included. And then Rachel's hand was cupping Cassie's sopping pussy once more, fingernails pinching and squeezing her labia and making her flinch instinctively, though it felt wonderful.

Then Rachel slipped her fingers inside and resumed her raw, almost animalistic finger-fucking. Cassie collapsed onto her chest, her ass held up by Rachel's hands, as Rachel's rough fingers reached deeper than ever, deeper than anyone's fingers had ever gone. Rachel fucked her hard and fast, giving no real thought to technique. There was no clever twisting or curling, no variance in speed and depth. Just pure friction, Rachel's fingernails and calloused tips grinding against every inch of Cassie's pussy as they moved in and out and in and out, again and again and again, never stopping, never ceasing, not ever giving Cassie a moment of rest.

Cassie had never expected something so simple to feel so amazing, but this was so hot! She'd never been so turned on in her life. Not that she had time to consider that — Rachel's fingers kept her more than occupied. She felt Rachel lean in over her body, felt Rachel's clothes slide against the bare skin of her ass. She shivered and curled up into her lover's body. She felt Rachel's breath against her neck, though Rachel's fingers never stopped.

Then Rachel bit her, teeth grabbing a chunk of her neck and biting down hard, maybe hard enough to draw blood. It hurt, but Cassie didn't care — it only served to rile her up even further. Her entire body began to tremble as Rachel's fingers continued to fuck her, destroying her pussy — or so it felt — and Rachel bit her again, and again, just as hard, in different places each time.

Like she was marking Cassie as her own.

The thought made her whine. She gasped and spluttered pleas, begging Rachel not to stop, to fuck her harder and harder and never, ever, ever stop. Doubtless her utterances were broken nonsense, her breath coming as short as it was, but Rachel seemed to understand, and did as Cassie asked: her fingers started to move faster, harder, deeper, too fast for Cassie's pussy to adapt, her tight clamping not slowing Rachel's fingers at all. Cassie found herself unable to do anything but gasp and whine and bite down on the mattress. It was so fucking GOOD!

Then Rachel's other hand slapped Cassie's ass, and Cassie came with a scream, barely muffled by the mattress, her pussy spasming in a climactic euphoria. But Rachel didn't stop. Her fingers didn't stop fucking Cassie's half-ruined pussy. Her hand slapped Cassie's ass again, just as hard, fingernails digging in painfully, sweetly. Cassie's legs kicked pointlessly, trying to get away, to push Rachel back, but Rachel's grip was too strong, and Cassie's strength had all but left her.

She came again.

And again.

Finally, Rachel got a clue — though Cassie was a slobbering mess by then: her mouth locked in a gasp, her heart racing fast enough it seemed about to explode, her chest working madly as if she were in the midst of hyperventilation. Rachel let go of her ass, and Cassie collapsed to the bed with a pleased groan. Her pussy felt raw. Like sitting down was going to hurt for a long while.

Dimly, she felt Rachel move, climbing onto the bed. Cassie glanced over and watched as Rachel stripped naked, discarding her clothes to the floor. Cassie couldn't take her eyes away. Rachel wasn't beautiful — she hardly counted as pretty on her best days — but her body was toned and hard and hot, with large, firm breasts above a tight abdomen and strong thighs fencing in a dark-lipped, unshaven pussy. The sight of Rachel's body made Cassie feel hot again.

Rachel leaned down and hooked a finger in the collar Cassie wore about her neck, then used it to pull Cassie forward. Rachel spread her legs, giving Cassie a good look at her pussy.

"Lick."

Cassie was exhausted, but not that exhausted. She crawled forward and immediately buried her mouth in Rachel's already-wet pussy, eating her out with as much gusto as she could muster. She made a concentrated effort to be as rough as she could, using her teeth to great effect: nibbling on Rachel's labia and clitoris and drawing back every so often with one of Rachel's folds stuck between her teeth, stretching it out.

Rachel seemed to enjoy it. She grunted every time Cassie bit her, and groaned whenever Cassie sent her tongue in for some spelunking. Not long after Cassie started work, Rachel brought her hands up to knead her own breasts, squeezing them hard, digging her fingernails into her skin, pinching and pulling at her nipples. It turned Cassie on even more, knowing she was pleasing the woman she adored, and she doubled down on her own efforts, pushing Rachel's legs further apart and keeping them there with her hands.

Cassie felt Rachel's hand on the back of her head, and suddenly she was being pushed further into Rachel's crotch, her mouth touching nothing but pussy, her nose grinding against Rachel's clitoris. It was becoming difficult to breathe, but Rachel's hand kept Cassie locked against her hot, dripping pussy.

"Harder."

Cassie nodded and did as commanded, eager to please — and knowing the only way she would be released and allowed to breathe without obstruction was if she made Rachel come, and come hard.

So she did just that.

Her jaw soon became sore, but her tongue and teeth worked tirelessly, biting and pulling and licking and thrusting. Cassie brought her hands over to help. She thrust two fingers as far into Rachel's tight pussy as they could fit, and used what little technique she'd picked up in high school to show Rachel the intricacies of finger-fucking another woman.

Rachel liked it, if her grunting moans were any indication — Cassie suspected Rachel would have been just as happy with a similar treatment to what she had given Cassie not long ago, but Cassie didn't have the energy for that. The other hand Cassie used to pinch and flick at Rachel's clit, to even greater effect, leaving Rachel's body quivering.

It wasn't long before she came.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Afterwards, Cassie lay curled against Rachel's side, her head on Rachel's chest as Rachel stroked Cassie's hair the way she stroked the dogs. It made Cassie feel safe.

Cassie shifted, pulling the blanket over them more. "Did I do good?" she said tiredly.

Rachel grunted. "You were fine," she said, reaching a hand down to squeeze Cassie's ass. "You can do better next time."

"Mm..." Cassie said, running her hand over Rachel's firm stomach. "Next time..."

Magical Girl Lady Heart Enters the Fray!

(автор: Vague Wanderer)

The screams were the first sign that something was wrong. She had been in the restroom, paying the price for some incredibly greasy breakfast tacos when they started.

When she crept out of the rest room, she wasn't sure what she expected. A robbery, maybe a supervillain attack.

She was not expecting to see the bookstore's owner getting raped by a catgirl.

That was the only accurate term. The girl— Case 53?— had cat ears and a light coat of black fur, and her tail was twitching as she rode the proprietor's shaft.

Someone else probably wouldn't have blamed Taylor for running. She had one arm, no weapon, and no powers, and the catgirl was clearly a cape, with completely unknown powers.

But she didn't. Instead, Taylor calmly unhooked her prosthetic, walked up behind the catgirl, and clubbed her over the head with it. Then she kicked her in the face a half dozen times for good measure.

It stayed down. No Brute factor then, or at least not much of one.

"Thank you. I— just thank you." He stood slowly, covering his groin with one hand. "She just ran in and jumped me. She didn't say 'nothing or any— urggh." He bent over, clutching his chest.

"Are you OK?"

"Ugh, no. This pain— Argghh!"

Taylor dropped her improvised club moving closer to help, offering her hand, only to jerk it back as she got a look at what was happening.

Patches of black fur were sprouting on his arms, and his flesh rippled as he visibly shrank. His ears were migrating up the side of his head, shifting into cat like shapes, and she could see the beginning of a tail poking out of his ass.

"God, I'm turning into one of them" His voice broke as he said it, shifting from a baritone to something lighter, and Taylor could see his cock retreating, even as the tattered remains of his shirt began to show the swell of new breasts.

"Yes, you are. Can you control yourself?"

"I— it's getting hard to think. You— you need to run. It's too late for me. Run!"

"Do you have a back room I could lock you in? Anything like that?"

"No, the locks don't work that way. Urghh!" He arched backwards, giving Taylor an eyeful of his— or rather her— new plumbing. "It's almost through. Run!"

She grimaced. "I'm sorry."

Then she picked up her prosthetic and clubbed her over the head with it. She kicked her a few times for good measure, finishing up by knocking over a book case, pinning her to the ground.

Turning away, she realized she had an audience. Two catgirls stood at the front of the bookstore, both in various states of undress, apparently somewhat cowed by what she had done to their newest recruit.

But not that cowed, unfortunately. They advanced slowly, neither quite willing to risk coming within range of Taylor's impromptu club, but pushing her back nonetheless.

Then everything went sideways. Literally, as one of her legs was pulled out from under her. She fell, barely having enough time to realize she'd made the mistake of stepping back within range of the former proprietor. She kicked the hand that was grasping her, once, then twice, barely breaking free in time to roll to the side as the other two pounced, swiping at them clumsily with her prosthetic arm.

It wasn't enough. The swing was clumsy, slow, and the nearest catgirl grabbed the arm, tossing it aside. Taylor scrambled back desperately, on her legs and arm, barely avoiding a grapple, as she retreated.

For their part, the catgirls advanced slowly, victory visible on their faces, confident their prey was trapped. Taylor's eyes darted around looking for a weapon, but the only books within reach were mass market paperbacks.

She grimaced. Not enough. She knew that, but she also knew she wasn't going down without a fight. So she grabbed a Maggie Holt novel, prepared herself to charge, and then-

And then a miracle occurred.

It appeared with a flash of light, a silver and gold pen shaped object appearing out of thin air. Her hand reached out to grab it, dropping the book as she grasped it, knowing that it was hers on a level that was difficult to put into words.

The catgirls stopped, confused as she raised the pen above her head, the wording to her tongue of their own accord.

"I am the Avatar of Love and Beauty, the Protector of Passion and Joy! Guardian Lady Heart, Power Up!"

Even before she could flush with embarrassment at what she had just said, she found herself in a void, the store, the books, her enemies and even her clothing dropping away as she was surround by stars. She felt confusion for a moment, but then she began to hear a distant beat filled her, an oddly familiar melody that she felt herself moving with, a dance she had never heard but somehow knew intimately. Ribbons of light begin spinning around her, and she watched in joy as they wrapped her bad arm, suffusing it in light as it regrew to as it once was.

Then they began to wrap themselves around the rest of her body, and she realized that regrowing her arm was not the only change that was occurring. She felt her hips widen and her breast grow even as she grew a few inches taller, and then the ribbons were solidifying, turning into cloth. She had just enough time to process that there didn't seem to be very much of it before she was back in the shop, facing down two very confused catgirls.