Brianna Faircloth’s house was pink. In most other ways, it was identical to the houses before and after it on this quiet little suburban street, but in its color it stood out. It said something about the bland whites and beiges and reds of the other houses that it didn’t even need a garish hot pink to stand out-it was a light, subtle shade of pink, the color of fresh-spun cotton candy.

On the front door of Brianna’s house, there was a note, fastened with masking tape and written with glittering pink ink. It read as follows: “Don’t knock, don’t ring, just kneel!” At the bottom of the note, a big, bouncy pink heart was drawn, like the kind drawn in the margins of a high school girl’s notebook.

If the world were a cartoon, a similar heart might have been floating dreamily above Victor LaFleur’s head. Victor was a short, skinny young mouse who looked a few years younger than his age of twenty-three. His fur was pale white, and there was a fairness about his features that suggested he wouldn’t be the sort to fall lovestruck at a girl’s doorstep. And yet, here he was, kneeling in front of Brianna’s door, waiting for her to answer.

He had heard the rumors about her-who hadn’t? When the two of them were going through high school, it seemed as though everybody in the school had a story to tell about her, boy and girl alike. He had heard that Jason Wilkins, the star third baseman for the school’s baseball team, had spent the whole night with her serving as her seat cushion, eating her ass for hours on end while she chatted on the phone and painted her nails. He had heard that Derek Mendoza, the badass military brat joining the army after graduation, was bound up in her bathroom with a funnel gag, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of hot piss. He had heard that Tina Ernst, the biggest Jesus freak in school, turned gay after a night with Brianna. (That last one, at least, was true-Victor checked in on her through Facebook, and she had moved to the city and become some sort of avant-folk singer who got engaged to a bartender otter named Deirdre.)

He knew that so many rumors overlapping like that meant there had to be some truth to it. If he was going to go to her like this, he had to be prepared to do...well, he got a little queasy wondering about the particulars. But damnit, he had to tell her somehow, didn’t he?

It was about ten minutes after Victor kneeled in front of Brianna’s door when the door opened. Victor’s ears pricked, and his eyes widened; there she was! The girl he had been crushing on since sophomore year of high school! The girl who inhabited his every daydream! The girl who he had never been able to approach until now! The mouse’s face split into a giddy grin as he looked her over.

She wore a hot pink skirt and a tight white t-shirt. From his kneeling position, he was able to catch a glimpse of her pure white panties, and the sight made his breath catch. She was a shiny Shinx, and her golden face was as enchanting as it was when they were in high school-same vivid blue eyes, same playful little grin. Even a few years after graduating, she was still Brianna.

He was about to get up, about to say hi, when she spoke. “I didn’t tell you to stand up, did I?” Brianna’s voice was as sweet as ever, but it is now as it was then; there was no arguing with her. Victor stayed on his sore knees, looking up adoringly at her.

The shiny Shinx looked the mouse up and down. “Victor, right?” she said. “You were the skinny little kid in my history class sophomore year, weren’t you?” Brianna laughed, a bell-like little giggle. “I could have sworn that you were a faggot, you know! My friend Allison said she saw you behind the bleachers sucking off Todd Walsh once.”

Victor’s face had changed from lovestruck glee to deep, burning humiliation. After four years of pining over her, of looking at her from afar, of feeling sick to his stomach out of love for her, all she knew him for was for a fake rumor? He had half a mind to be angry, but he knew even then that that was never going to happen.

“Well?” she asked. “Did you?” Victor blinked, tilting his head, before Brianna rolled her eyes and repeated the question. “Did you suck off Todd Walsh behind the bleachers?” Victor’s face went crimson again, and he wordlessly shook his head. Brianna just shrugged.

“I thought I’d ask anyway. So, why’d you message me the other day? What did you need to tell me in person that you couldn’t online?” There was a glint in her eye that suggested she knew the answer already, but she wanted to make Victor say it, anyway.

The mouse stayed silent for a moment, trying to wrestle with the humiliation he was feeling as well as the deeply felt, deeply stupid love he held in his heart. Brianna looked down at him, expectantly, tapping her foot. “I don’t have all day, loser. Tell me.”

Finally, he gathered his wits about him. He swallowed, took a deep breath, and looked up at Brianna from his pathetic position on his knees. It was now or never, and if he fucked this up he would never be able to forgive himself. “Brianna,” he said, his voice saturated with emotion. “I-”

“-love you?” she said, finishing his sentence. “You love me? Is that what you’re trying to say?” She smirked, the Shinx seeming to get sadistic pleasure out of stepping on Victor’s declaration of love, robbing him of the impact he hoped for. Victor winced, but he looked up, nodding, confirming.

Brianna did not do as he feared-that is, burst into laughter and slam the door in his face. Nor, however, did she do as he dreamed, melting into lovestruck bliss and giving him a big, romance-novel kiss. Instead, her grin widened, and she reached a hand down to cup Victor’s chin.

“I have a lot of people who love me, you know,” she said. “Isn’t that weird? It’s pretty much always been like that, too. I don’t really mind it, though. You wanna know why?” Victor gave a small whine from the back of his throat, which Brianna apparently took to mean “yes”. “Because it turns out that having a bunch of braindead losers who will do anything I ask them to is fun.”

Victor gazed up at that lovely face, that teasing grin, and began to understand deep down that all the rumors were true; every one of them. There was no doubt in his mind that she sat on Jason Wilkins’ face for hours, that she made Derek Mendoza drink her piss, that she did god-knows-what to Andy Mathis to make him such a nervous wreck. It was all there, in the predatory glint behind her baby blue eyes.

“So,” she said. “If you want me so badly, you can have me. But you’ll have me on my terms. If you’re not ready to do every little thing I ask you to, you can get up and go home, and you don’t have to see me again. But if you’re ready…” She stepped to the side, giving him entry to her house. “Come in.”

What choice did he have?

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Clink clink. Clink. Clinkclinkclink.

No dice. Victor had figured it would be worth it to check the strength of the handcuffs that fastened his hands neatly behind his back. Not that he wanted to defy Brianna and escape-that ship had long since sailed. It wasn’t like there was much else to do, bound up on the floor of the shiny Shinx’s bathroom.

It had been about two hours since he had been left there, laying on the floor contemplating the decisions leading up to this. Brianna had left him there while she did something else-the TV was on in the other room, so she was still in the house, but she was clearly in no hurry to get to him.

Brianna’s bathroom was like the rest of her house-clean, bright, and girly. A fluffy pink bath mat lay on the floor, lending Victor some welcome comfort to what was otherwise a very uncomfortable situation. The shower curtain was light blue, and translucent enough to make out the outlines of a dizzying variety of soaps and shampoos lying at the ready. There was one of those air freshening plug-ins placed in an outlet, making the bathroom smell pleasantly of lavender. Certainly, there were worse places to be; even so, it was a relief when the door opened and Brianna stepped inside.

At first, he almost didn’t register that she had stripped out of her clothes; staring at the bathroom ceiling for two hours sort of numbs your observational skills. When he noticed, however, he tensed up, looking up with wide eyes at that beautiful body.

Her soft, yellow-furred tits were exposed, jiggling lightly as she walked. Victor had long daydreamed about touching them, about burying his face in between those warm mounds, about suckling at those hardened nipples. The mouse would have focused on them for longer, but his eyes traveled downward to her flat belly, her shapely hips, her soft thighs.

Brianna’s voice, chirpy and sweet as ever, snapped him out of that reverie. “I hope you’re ready for this,” she said. The mouse, not quite sure what she was referring to but too scrambled to push for answers, just nodded. The Shinx snickered. “You really are a little wimp, you know that?” With that, she walked over to the bound, lovestruck mouse, placed one bare foot on either side of his head, and lowered into a squat.

He had thought about Brianna’s pussy for years-thought about kissing it, licking it, tenderly making love to it-but he had never thought about it in this context. That velvety pink cunt, soft and lightly wet, inches above his face-it was a position he never expected to be in. But it was now or never, right?

Victor breathed in and out, the feminine scent of Brianna filling his lungs. It was sweet, but not overly so; natural, but not pungent; intoxicating, but not cloying. He could have buried his nose in her pussy and sniffed for hours, but he knew that’s not what she wanted him to do. He swallowed, taking another deep breath of that addicting aroma, opened his mouth, closed his eyes, stuck his tongue out-

-and the trap was sprung. Victor became aware first of liquid gathering in the back of his throat, then of the sound-like water from a tap filling a glass. Momentary confusion gave way to a sudden, horrible realization-and then the taste hit him, all at once. It started to burn in the back of his throat like a strong liquor, bitter and ammoniac and sickly sweet. It ran over his tongue, soaking the taste buds with the sharp, chemical flavor. When Brianna gripped him by the roots of his hair, holding him firmly in place, the enormity of it sunk in. Brianna was pissing in his mouth-she was using him as a toilet.

He gave a choked, gargling scream around his mouthful of piss, coughing and retching as his body rejected the foreign taste. Brianna’s voice remained calm and sweet, even now; Victor couldn’t help but listen. “Stay still,” she whispered. “Settle down.” He continued to wince and writhe, sputtering from the burning sensation filling his mouth, before she followed it up. “Settle down, or I’m pissing up your nose.” Queasily, Victor shut his mouth, face scrunching up, eyes squinched shut to hold back the disgusted tears.

“When I said I wanted you to do whatever I wanted,” she said, “I meant it. If you’re going to puss out from a little piss, it shows me you’re not serious. It shows me that you’re weak, you know that?” A muffled whine from Victor. “I’ve played with trannies that are more of a man than you are,” she said, eyes and grin glinting with sadism. “If you want to be something other than a lovesick little retard, you’re going to swallow,” she said. “And then you’re going to open back up and ask Miss Brianna for more. Got it?” The look in Victor’s eyes said it all. “Now, swallow.”

Victor made a face as though he was choking down a slug, giving a loud, exaggerated gulp. It burned like whiskey going down, and it settled in his belly like a ball bearing. He gasped for air once he swallowed, face still scrunched up in disgust. He panted, giving a wet, sickly belch after choking it down.

Brianna still had that damn grin on her face. “Now ask for more.”

Victor shook his head, sealing his mouth shut and making petulant little “mm-mm!” noises. The Shinx just sighed. “Ask for more, or I’ll soak you in piss and kick you out naked.”

“F...fine…” Victor moaned, looking up at Brianna with pleading eyes. “P-please, Miss Brianna,” the mouse said, “piss in my mouth again? I n-need more…” As horrified and repulsed as he was by what he just did, that moony-eyed expression on his face was unmistakable. Brianna giggled lightly, keeping her pussy in that same spot inches above his mouth.

“Good boy.”

She sighed, relaxing, as a stream of hot, clear urine flowed from her. It found purchase at the back of Victor’s throat again, the mouse once again barely restraining a full-body retch as he felt it burn in his mouth. This time, it was clear that she wasn’t going to be holding back-no mere testing squirt of piss in order to see if he could take it. His mouth would be filled to capacity, his throat spasming as it struggled to keep up with his ever-growing mouthful.

Victor coughed and sputtered, trying desperately to breathe through his nose, trying to keep himself steady through this ordeal. He did his best with the bubbling, hissing brew in his mouth, his throat opening and closing to drain into his esophagus, the bitter taste on his tongue fading into numbness. After so much struggling and wriggling, he lay there, eyes closed, chugging down the contents of Brianna’s bladder.

Finally, his mouth was clear. Victor gasped for air, tongue sticking out as though trying to let the fresh air get the taste off of it. He looked desperate, exhausted, needy. Brianna smiled, moving her pussy away from his face, leaning down. Her soft, pink lips puckered.

Victor almost started laughing with joy at the sight. After all this, after pining for years, after being insulted, bound up and pissed on, he would get what he wanted! A kiss! A sweet kiss from the girl he loved more than-

HHHHCCCCCHHHHKT! Victor jolted at the sound of Brianna snorting, working up a load of phlegm from the back of her throat. Her lips pursed, and she spat in Victor’s face. Smiling happily, she stood up, turned around and walked out, closing the bathroom door behind her.