I walked past it. I've walked past it twice and will probably walk past it several more times before either mustering up the courage to go in or give up and go home. I couldn't tell you exactly why I was feeling so nervous. Or maybe anxious? Excited? Either way my heart was racing and I didn't like it. I felt like I was going to do something major that would change my life but I honestly didn't know in what way it possibly could. I kept thinking about the terms that brought me here and couldn't help but think of all of the ways this could be a mistake. There's no possible way I could be here for what I think I was but there's very little chance I could be misinterpreting my best friend's words and actions and there's no way this place isn't the type of place I think it is.

It was yesterday evening on a Friday night after school. Me and my friend Melanie were chatting at my house and as usual she steers the conversation towards boys. Typical of her and I normally don't mind, but somehow we got on the topic of fetishes.
“I like biting, you know? It almost feels dangerous. Especially with canine boys. My last boyfriend once held me down using just his teeth on my throat and it drove me WILD.” Melanie bounces around the room as she talks. She's a very active girl, talking with her hands and showing no trace of shame in her voice, no matter the topic. I don't mind as I watch her move about. Melanie is a short mouse girl, about 4 feet in height with soft silky white fur, green eyes, and a row of piercings in one ear. She has a plump, curvy body that drives both the boys and girls at our school utterly insane and she knows it, always taking the chance to show it off by making most of her wardrobe tight fitting shorts, skirts, blouses, and sleeveless v-necks. She has a lot of confidence because of her appearance and can't help but be the center of attention wherever she goes. I find myself wishing I had anything close to the type of body she has.

I'm nothing special myself. A talk, lanky 5'10 rat named Rachel, I'm a walking imperfection. My fur is black with brown splotches going down my back and stretching around my sides, my face is covered with freckles of the same brown colors, my eyes are a boring brown and one of my two front teeth were chipped after falling in a bowling accident. My breast are ittty bitty little things and my nipples are puffy and inverted. I tend to wear baggy jeans with whatever t-shirt I can find with a cool graphic on the front but Melanie suggested I start wearing short tank tops that expose my midriff to help me boost my confidence. Guys never approach me but on the bright side, most other girls don't see me as a threat so I tend to be more liked than Melanie, who has gotten into trouble quite a few times for playing with another girl's boy toy.
“What about you?”
“Huh?” I snap back to attention, taking a moment to realize that Melanie wanted me to tell her about things that got me excited. I turn a bright red and avoid her gaze, instead deciding to play with my tail, wrapping the end around my finger a few times.
“I erm, I don't really know.”
“Oh come on Rach. I know you like something. We BOTH know how pent up you are, you have to have something specific that gets you off.”
“W-well, um.”
“I keep telling you I can help you with that. I can find a boy that'll pop that cherry of yours like it was a soap bubble, like this.” She then starts to make this obnoxious popping sound by putting her finger into her mouth and drawing it out quickly. I really wish she didn't find so many opportunities to do that.
“I-I just want it to be special, you  know?” Melanie stops making her noise and looks at me, as if she's pondering something. She moves closer and stares me directly in the eye without saying anything, which makes me nervous.
“... Is it cosplay?”
“No”
“Choking?”
“No”
“Peeing?”

“Ewwww”

“Dominatrix?”
“No”
I lie but make the mistake of turning away from her and puckering my lips. My tell.
“Gasp! Rach you dirty girl!”
“N-No! I didn't say anything!” But before I can come up with a good explanation Melanie presses her entire body weight against me and we both fall to the ground. We begins wrestling around, me mostly trying to get away while Melanie positions herself above me. She plants her bottom onto my stomach, knocking a bit of the wind out of me and pins my wrist to my sides.
“Well? How's that?”
“How's what?”
“Weeeeeell?~ Feeling excited?” I can't help but stammer as I try my best to unpin my arms and get her off me but she's too strong and I can't help but notice the way her thighs brush up against my sides, causing me to turn red.
“I-I think the r-real question is why you mentioned p-p-p-peeing on people before dominating.”
She leans her face down closer to my body and chomps down on the strap of my tank top.
“You'd be surprised how many people are into weird things.” She pulls the strap down my shoulder exposing my right breast to her. “N-no. Don't do that.”
“What? Afraid I'll run screaming from your 'weird inside out nipples'?”
She mocks one of my direct quotes about my body before clamping down hard on my right tit, my nip popping out from the pressure her teeth give my areola.
“Some people like flaws, you know?” I arch my back and let out a cry as the pain from her bite shoots through me, almost going insane as she slowly grits the flesh between her teeth. My body is hot as I register all of the things I'm feeling. Embarrassment, pain, excitement, pleasure. I'm not sure if I'm having a good time but I don't want it to stop. She let's go of one of my hands and uses it to massage my other breast. I try to sit up but she takes her hand off my breast and uses it to force my shoulder down.
“No moving. Let mama work.” Her tongue starts to make it's way to my solar plexus and upward, kissing along the way. “I notice when you stare, you know.” I remain silent as she starts to suck on my neck, the hand that was previously massaging my left breast now starting to dig into my nipple. I begin to lose myself when suddenly she stops. With a giggle she gets up, takes a pen out of her purse and scrawls an address down onto a piece of paper.
“Meet me at this place tomorrow. We'll have a fun time, I promise.” She places the address in my hand, gathers her things and leaves.
And so here I am, scared out of my mind about nothing but what was promised to be a good time. Well, here goes nothing.

-The End