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Autumn waved at the faces on the bus as it pulled away from her stop. Hiking up her overstuffed backpack further up her shoulders, the fawn jogged up the street towards home. Quickly slowing to a walk as the heavy load of books and binders threatened to send her to the pavement, Autumn wondered how she would spend her brief time alone before Mom came home. "Should I watch an episode of Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid? Or maybe I could sit under the bathtub faucet for a bit, to relieve some stress." she thought before being interrupted by a text notification. "Bing bong". The fawn drew her phone from the left pocket of her school uniform jacket. 


"MOM: Hi honey sorry I couldn't tell you this earlier, but I'm going to be late coming home. Have a difficult case on my paws, raccoon with some kind of metal stuck in his molar. You'll have to get dinner ready for me or Dad's going to throw a fit.


MOM: There's a credit card in my jewelry box, top left drawer. Order pizza from Mike's for pickup at 7:30 and I'll grab it on my way home. Order me a medium veggie with anchovies, whatever you want for yourself and a garden salad for us to share. Dad likes pepperoni right?"


"Eww anchovies" 


A: 🤢🐟 Dad likes sausage


MOM: Whatever, how do you love sushi but think anchovies are ick? 




A: 🍣👍
🐟🍕👎


MOM: okay okay, just don't destroy the house and do your homework.😘


A: got it, homework, pizza, don't destroy the house.
LUV U 😘


Autumn squealed and gave a pirouette as she turned into the driveway.
"House to myself for four hours?"
A grin crept on the fawn's face and she chewed her bottom lip.
"This changes everything."


The bookbag collapsed into the floor like a sack of rotten onions, jacket hung in the closet, shoes by the door. Autumn hummed a cheerful tune as she sat on the stairs, peeling off the green and gold striped socks of her school uniform. Rising to her hooves, she hiked up the waistband of the pleated skirt, reaching underneath to peel off the black leggings, rolling them down her smooth young thighs, before pooling at her feet. 


"Ahh sweet relief" she sighed as she alternately ruffled and smoothed the light brown fur of her bare legs. Looking around  the empty house, reaffirming she was truly alone, the fawn slid her paws up her thighs, and under her skirt. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, she pulled upwards and outwards, drawing the smooth white cotton taught against her crotch. Eyes closed she rocked against the garment a barely audible groan escaping through clenched teeth. Pulling harder and bending her knees slightly, the panties slid between the cheeks of her bespeckled ass. Autumn gasped, biting her lip as the ribbon of cotton between her legs ground against her tailhole. The slight sting fading into a warmth, radiating up her back and through her belly. Hooves together she bent at the waist. Reversing the teasing force, and slowly peeling the hateful white underwear down. Rocking her hips and squeezing her cheeks, Autumn inhaled as the cotton prison detaining her privates pulled away from her tailhole, then her slit. Both torture and relief, the stimulation from the taught fabric fading, yet preparing for more play. 


 Autumn bowed, paws falling to her ankles, panties slipping between her legs, held tightly together. As the garment joined its less intimate partners on the floor, autumn relaxed, exhaled and lifted her tail. The stark white fur on the underside stood on end as the cool air caressed her bare pink tailhole and licked at the dampening fuzz of her labia. Rising again, crumpled leggings, socks, and those evil panties balled in her left fist. Twirling, skirt flaring, exposing her nakedness to the faceless household appliances and uninterested decor, Autumn bound upstairs. 


Skipping past her parents' empty bedroom, to the door of her "inner sanctum", plain, painted fiberboard except for the signs. One a pastel pink and purple arch, "Princess" inscribed in gold and silver glitter, the colors somewhat faded with time. The other, a new appearance, industrial, metallic, yellow, as if a construction site, a black deer skull, antlers dripping with cartoonish gore, "KEEP OUT IF YOU VALUE YOUR SOUL". 


Grasping the cool, brass doorknob, Autumn stepped into her bedroom, dropping the bundle of discarded cloth into the hamper, and tossing her phone on the bed, coming to rest amongst the pillows and stuffed animals. Fingers rising to her collar, loosening the boring uniform tie, slipping it over her head before hanging it on a bedpost. Returning to her neck, with practiced ease she unbuttoned her blouse. In no particular rush her right paw traveled from one to another pearlescent plastic fastener. Left paw pulling the shirt from the waistband of her skirt. Peering across the room into the floor length mirrored door of her closet, she eyed herself. Pleased at the way her body had changed, from girl to woman. Changing at least, she frowned, paws rising to her chest. Stroking the front of her bra, the reinforced textile yielding, not quite filled. Slipping the straps off her shoulders before rotating the elastic garment, without struggle she unclasped the cold metal fastener that made her back itch at the most inopportune times. Letting the device fall to the floor, undignified, she again glanced at her reflection. She didn't dislike her breasts. Sure most girls her age had a fuller chest, she thought of the cheerleaders, breasts bouncing as they jumped and performed. 


"Modern day court jesters"she bemused, in her jealousy. Reaching up to cup the buds, enough to fill her small palms, squeezing gently, yielding little in their firmness. 


"I should get Mom to take me shopping again, someplace nicer than the mall." She huffed, too big for an A cup, but not quite a B. Easing her grasp, fingers sliding to her nipples, pink and slightly protruding from the white fur. Aroused already by her teasing, and the thrill of nakedness. Slightly pinching the tender flesh pulling gently she sighed at the tingly sensations radiating from her small mammaries. Releasing the aroused tissue, now slightly reddened and swollen, Autumn locked eyes with herself in the mirror. Her paws slid down her belly, trying her best to ignore the soft curve that had appeared, along with her prized behind, offspring of late night snacks, fast food, and idleness. Grabbing the waistband of her skirt she pulled it up her waist, legs longer, slipping her tail free from where it extends through the hole in the back. Rolling the waistband back onto itself, the modest, unflattering school uniform had transformed into a token gesture, more accentuating, rather than concealing her body. She rolled her hips, skirt taking to the wind and rising, revealing not only more of the soft white fur extending from between her knees, spreading northward, but a peek of her slit. Puffy lips, meeting tightly between her thighs, not yet swollen, but with a blush, arousal peeking through the fuzz adorning her treasure, like a hint of snow on an early winter's morning. 


The fawn turned, eyes remaining on the new, yet familiar being staring back at her. Rolling her hips back, and looking over her shoulder she admired her reflection. 
Her ass was her favorite possession. Heavy mounds of muscle, anointed with most of the weight she'd put on since beginning adolescence. Hung on hips belonging to someone of greater stature, a woman's body from the waist down, still adorned with a fawn's spots. She knew some older does, and even a few bucks who kept their childhood camouflage well into their twenties, and even more who dyed them into their fur, feigning youth.  
"I should talk Mom into dying spots on." She thought, and pictured in her mind walking, bikini clad on the beach together. Giggling at the thought of the both of them distracting the lifeguards from their duties. Autumn admired her mother's body. Darker fur than hers, more brown and tan, than tan and white. Taller, with a full bust to match her wide, curvaceous hips. 
"If only I inherited mom's boobs and not just her ass". She bounced on her hooves, smiling at the way her cheeks jiggled and swayed. 


Bending slightly and reaching back, Autumn grasped her cheeks, pulling outwards and up she spread herself. Inhaling through clenched teeth as her lower lips parted, exposing the pink innards of her flower. Fresh air cooling the damp, tender tissue. She flexed and relaxed, watching the pink tailhole in the mirror wink at her. Her green eyes winking back before releasing her grasp, flesh colliding with a soft slap. Rising quickly with a wicked grin, the fawn grabbed her phone. Opening the camera app and striding to the mirrored door, Autumn spoke out loud for the first time since leaving the school bus.


"I think it's time for some selfies!" 


Phone in her right paw outstretched, back to the mirror, left arm draped across her bosom, ears down, as if she's ashamed, tail tucked tight preserving what's left of her modesty she pouted at the lens and clicked.


The smirk she'd been wearing returned, and she began to scrutinize her creation.  "Focus good, okay, lighting, I can work with that." A hint of  cleavage above her left wrist, suggestion of curvature hiding between her fingers. Lines of tendon and muscle racing from her hips before diving under the rolled up skirt, outlying the triangle of pleasure hiding there. The tops of her thighs leading down and out of frame, a few ripples of muscle projecting through the soft fur.  In the mirror behind proof of her nakedness, bare back, a few disheveled patches of fur evidence of the recently discarded bra, and the very bottom of her plentiful cheeks, where thighs become ass, peeking from under her skirt.


"He he, hot", save "click"


Lowering the phone and raising her tail, she snapped a second pic. "No that won't do." The framing was off, top of her head cut off out of frame, and out of focus, in the mirror her skirt was lifted by her tail, exposing her full cheeks, and the now glistening folds on display. Delete "click". Realigning and clenching her things together she gave another try. "There it is." Pout now replaced with that innocent smirk, left paw under her bosom, lifting her breasts and pressing them together, nipples still hidden by the appendage. Behind her the mirror of her exposed ass, flexing slightly, all signs of her bits hidden by clenched muscle and fur. "That'll do'' save "click".


Now turning she faced the mirror left paw dropping to the hem of her skirt lifting it slightly exposing where her legs came together. Now pink with excitement, moisture condensing on the bordering fuzz. "Snap". The smirk now replaced with a tooth snagging her lower lip, budding breasts bare, nipples standing at attention, saluting the empty grandstand. Her flower peering around the raised fabric. Save "click". 


The next photo from the same angle, but now the skirt pinned beneath her wrist, index and ring fingers either side of her slit, pinching the lips together making them pout, a drop of arousal glistening in the light. "Save"


Next, same angle, legs spread, fingers spread, revealing her flower to the horny fawn in the mirror. Mouth open in pleasure, the dark pink interior matching between both sets of parted lips. Before saving this time, Autumn lingered, forefingers together trapped between her labia, a deep breath through her nose as she stroked herself. Gritting her teeth as the pleasure built, faster than she was expecting. Withdrawing her paw, panting as she saved the latest illicit selfie.


"Hmmm" Autumn wondered aloud as she thought of what  her next and likey last snapshot of her afternoon would be. Grabbing the stuffed Pikachu from her bed and seating it before the mirror, no longer a child's bedtime companion, merely a prop, a makeshift tripod, holding her phone at just the right angle.  Self-timer set the fawn hurried into position, starting on her paws and knees, before rocking back and taking a seat, cheeks planted on her hooves reaching up, paws clasped as she waited. "Beep, beep, beep, click". The burning in her knees yelling at her for maintaining such an unfamiliar position for an entire ten seconds. Autumn spun around to inspect her work. "Nice" save.


"One more I guess" the previous shot came out so well, Autumn was ready to move on though. Now on her back, legs raised straight up in the air, knees tight together,paws wrapped around, grasping at her cheeks. The fawn pried herself apart. "beep, beep" relax, breathe, "beep, click". Autumn released her grasp and practically dove to her phone. Pried from the grasp of the polyester pokemon, she looked, blinked, and looked again. A shiver running down her spine, culminating with a drop of her essence falling unnoticed, disappearing into the carpet below. Autumn looked at herself, a close up, the entire width of the screen filled with her perfect ass, fingers digging furrows in the soft, furry glutes. Her flower, not moist, but drenched. The remnants of her hymen visible outlining the entrance to her vagina, having lost that childhood marquis to a bicycle seat, or a banister, or a frequently ridden pillow, or more likely a curious finger. Perched above, her pink, hairless tailhole was spread, like literally spread. She didn't know she could do that, the normally taught knot was now a ring of slightly wrinkled skin, encircling a hole. Not unlike the more ladylike hole below it, leading into pink dark nothingness. Save "click" 


Going back to her gallery Autumn rubbed her thighs together, continuing her teasing stimulation. Select all from today, move to folder "selfies 😏". Back to her gallery Autumn selected the folder "bois 🍆" a plethora of her classmates appeared, but not yearbook photos. Photos she had taken surreptitiously. Today's contribution from gym class, Sean, the white Siberian tiger, hockey Capitan, seated on the gym mat. Sweaty, shirtless, muscles bulging as he stretches after a workout. paws wrapped around his right foot, chest pressed against his knee, legs spread. The blue Lycra compression pants leaving nothing to the imagination. 


Autumn laid on her bed phone in one paw, the other diving beneath her to caresses the folds and fissures of her sex. She swiped to the next photo, a close up of the tiger's crotch, bulging, ballooning, between his legs was pounds and pounds of meat. The outline of his (presumably) flaccid member extends from the apex of his crotch to literally half way to his right knee. Autumn closed her eyes and imagined what it must look like outside the confinement of the tight activewear. 


She pictured herself following him into the locker room, as he peeled the shorts down his legs, pendulous testicles swaying with his movements. Peeking over the row of lockers, standing on a sweat soaked bench. Autumn spied on the lone predator. Fingers sliding to the top of her slit, the fawn started circling her clitoris, the dampness issuing from her loins providing ample lubrication, sparing the sensitive flesh from chafing. She could feel her heart threatening to beat right through her chest, breath quickening as she imagined the white tiger stroking his member to life. Autumn imagined walking up to him, her clothes becoming saturated in the hot spray of soapy water. Swirling her fingers faster she imagined reaching out, grasping his massive manhood, needing both paws to encircle it, as long as her forearm and as wide as her fist. Hips rising and falling  dove into her fantasy. 


"Ohh look, one of the boys brought me a toy" he sneered as his meaty paw caressed her chin, directing her head to meet his gaze, a lecherous evil grin. The paw circled to rub at her ear, before palming the back of her head, directing her muzzle towards his threatening member. She looked up at him again, as he leaned in "Open wid... Bing Bong". The text notification wrenching Autumn back to reality. 


Groaning as she withdrew her paw from its vacation between her thighs, looking at the message.


MOM: How's that homework going?


A: it's going well, should I take a break and order the pizza? 😁


MOM: Show me (picture)


Mom sent a selfie, white lab coat, head lamp, goggles, face mask complete with a small splatter of blood. Accentuating a glare that was as clear as day. "BULLSHIT, you haven't even started your homework yet".


A:😰 fine! Yes starting my math homework now 😫.


MOM: how about order the pizza now, then do your homework. 


MOM: And ad garlic bread to the order 🤤


A: okay dokay smokay


MOM: cutie pie🥧


Autumn closed the photo gallery, "maybe later, Sean"and retired the phone to its haphazard location on the bed. Rising to her feet the fawn shivered as the air blew against the damp fur of her crotch. Reaching for the doorknob she recoiled in horror as her paw simply slid, gliding on the feminine fluids clinging to her fingers. 


"Gross I slimed it" she exclaimed before retrieving the discarded blouse from the hamper, using it to dry her paw before destroying the evidence on the doorknob. 


Looking left, then right in the hallway, "Why do I keep doing that? I'm alone."  Autumn sojourned into her parents bedroom. Meandering through the master suite, with eyes locked on her mother's jewelry box, she became distracted. 


Her father's closet was open, but not just open, it was organized. Yes, that's unusual. All his clothes hung up, and neatly arranged boxes. With labels. "Baseball cards", "comic books" "work papers",  "medical/legal", and one labeled "mementos". Intrigued, the curious teenager couldn't help but open the mementos box. Inside were just that, little knick knacks. Some of them she recognized, the dried boutonniere from his highschool prom, (that was his first date with Mom) the misshapen earthenware "ashtray" she made for him at summer camp. A few more odds and ends, one thing she's never seen before though. A shoebox. Not any shoebox, an old shoebox, for normal shoes, all she's ever seen daddy wear were work boots. 


Autumn carefully opened it, the sound of dry, straining cardboard made her wince, but it opened. Inside was something Autumn had only read about... Polaroid pictures. Like the song, shake it... Dozens of old, yellowed Polaroid pictures. Of a fawn. Blink... Blink... Autumn swore she was looking at Polaroid pictures of the horny fawn that was looking back at her from the mirror in her room. "What the frick?" Squinting at the discolored grainy photo she realized, brown eyes. Looks like me with brown eyes. MOM! They're pictures of mom when she was my age, give or take a year or two, whatever. Grabbing a stack of the stiff analog memories and sitting on the floor. 


The coarse fibers of the carpet rubbing against her tender bits reminded Autumn that she was basically naked in her dad's closet. "Cringe." The first photo was of her mom, climbing from the bed of a cherry red pickup truck. Blue jeans, a white blouse, not unlike the one from her school uniform, and a wide straw sun hat. A small sunflower haphazardly pinned to the brim. She had the biggest smile on her face, and a twinkle in her eye Autumn recognized only from her mirror. 


The next photo was from the side, her mother, reclining on a blanket in the tall grass, hat tipped back, face in the sun. Her blouse unbuttoned, the side of a small breast visible, unconfined by any evil bra.


In photo three, Mom was laying on her belly, blouse discarded, jeans lowered off her waist, tail out. The top of her butt peeking over the stonewashed denim. 


Pic 4. Mom was back up, sitting on the blanket again, breasts in full view. "OMG they're tiny like mine", jeans lowered to her knees, clearly in the process of being taken off. 


Picture 5, now completely nude, the fawn that would grow up to be her mother was sitting, knees drawn to her chest, lower lips squeezed between her legs. Something odd though, a glint of sunshine reflecting off something shiny between her bottom and the blanket.


Autumn gasped at picture 6. She was on her knees, chest pressed into the ground, ass raised high into the camera. Front and center a silver, uhh thing, with a red crystal where her tailhole should be. 


Autumn had never seen a butt plug before. She didn't know how to describe it. But she thought it looked great. The idea of jewelry only you and your lover will see was "SUPER CUTE UwU."


 Photos seven and 8 showed the paw of the photographer, presumably Dad, reaching out and pulling on the "butt jewelry"as she decided it was called. It was clear now photo 8 showed the jeweled portion of the, uhh, thing, pulled away from the fawn's tailhole, a small shaft leading inside. "Oh so you stick it in, fun." 


Picture 9 had Autumn squirming and sent her paw back to massaging her crevice. The paw in the Polaroid had pulled away even more, revealing her mom's tailhole spread wide over a bulb of golden metal. The normally wrinkled skin, pulled into a tight smooth ring. She could see her mother's mouth open in what must have been a very loud moan, eyes squeezed shut, Tongue lapping at nothing. Autumn's hips started rocking, grinding herself into her fingers again. paw venturing lower, slick fingers rubbing against her tailhole. 


The tenth Polaroid looked startlingly familiar to Autumn. The fawn was on her knees, paws back prying her ass cheeks apart. The device, now apparently a pear shaped bulb with a jewel on one end, was discarded on the blanket. Following the trail of moisture up to where her tailhole should have been, because in its place was simply a hole. The dark passage gaping wide, round, and clean.  Soaked in some sort of stringy juice, the ribbon of red, shiny skin that used to be a tailhole contrasted the dark nothingness inside. Her mother's face, however, wore an unexpected wide grin, teeth bared, mugging for the camera.


The fawn's fingers pressed onto her own sensitive ring, the organ giving slightly but remaining closed.  Her drooling slit ground into her palm, stealing its own stimulation.  The pornographic Polaroid joining it's companions back in the shoebox-of-horrors . The last photo of the sample she had grabbed made her blush, the pressure exerted by her fingers increased, tailhole throbbing in time with her pulse. 


 The young fawn on the blanket had her eyes closed now, face somewhat tense, between pleasure and discomfort. The void left by the metallic accessory is now filled. Three large, girthy, cervine fingers were buried to the second knuckle in the little fawn's now clenching orifice.  Recognizing the dark gray fur belonging to her father's paw, Autumn confirmed the evidence of her parents' youthful trist. Closing her eyes and rolling her hips, Autumn cried out as the paw pad of her middle finger breached her rear entrance. The ring of muscle rhythmically pulsed, alternately relaxing and clenching on the invading digit.  Her palm filled with the juices dripping from her slit. Curling, her finger continued its expedition into her ass, slipping in, up to the first knuckle as her sphincter relaxed in its sinusoidal clenching. 


Opening her eyes and looking back at the picture of her parent's teenage exploits, Autumn could only wonder about the feeling of being spread so greatly. The pleasurable sensations radiating from her tailhole, hinting at the possibilities.  Squeezing tightly on her fingertip, and grinding her palm into the top of her womanhood, she reached a peak. No, not really an orgasm,  a foothill of pleasure, adding to the construction of her limited solitude. She shivered, eyes rolling, hips rocking as she withdrew her finger from its warm shelter. Wiping her paw on her skirt, and rising to unsteady hooves, Autumn returned the intimate secrets to the shoebox-become-vault. Careful to replace every item as it had been found. 


Autumn drew her paw to her muzzle, a tentative sniff. The sharp, sweet smell of her sex kicking her olfactories, no hint of what she feared she might have dragged out of her rear. Having showered after PE class, she was clean. She had given her tailhole far too much attention, lost in the feeling of warm water and soapy fingers caressing the sensitive skin. Had her peers in the locker room cared to notice, the blushing would have been contagious. 


The fawn strolled  into the master bath, quickly relieving herself, before mopping up the excessive dampness threatening to run down her legs.  Washing her paws she looked up at herself in the mirror, muzzle blushed, nipples protruding from her bare breasts. Looking even more like a dirty, younger version of her mother, revealing herself before a camera. The emerald irises break the illusion momentarily.


 Smoothing the wrinkles in her abbreviated skirt, Autumn resumed her assignment. Past her father's distracting closet and the neatly made bed, to her mother's walk-in closet. The centerpiece is an antique oak dresser, out-of-place amongst the modern decor. On top, her goal, the jewelry box. 


Jet black polished lacquer, gold piano hinges, the glass lid showcasing its contents. An assortment of fine wears, rings and bracelets of gold, silver, rhodium and other precious rarities. Pendants and brooches of various precious stones.  In the center, the Rolex. A wedding present from grandpa. Yellow gold case, white and yellow gold bracelet, mother-of-pearl dial with gold hands. Twelve diamonds marking the hours, topmost the largest, and deep ultramarine blue. An assortment of small gems, red, blue, and clear, in three rows, ringing the bezel. Autumn could feel her heart beating, as she raised the heavy lid, she'd never been this close. 


As a curious child she tried many times to get to the forbidden chest of beautiful treasure. Sure she's seen everything in it by now, even tried most of it on, on dress-up "dates" with her mother. But without her mother's express permission? The last time she tried was one of the few times she'd been spanked. Her mother's firm paw, pulling her from the closet by the scruff of her neck. Presented to her father, angered at the interruption of the playoff game. Across his knee, skirt raised, panties down to her knees, exposing her apologetic cheeks to the den. Ten times the bull elk's heavy paw collided with her rump.  Ripples of force running under the skin, up her back and down her legs. The clap of his palm against the round globes mixing with her apologetic bleats and pleas. Tears leaking from clenched eyelids, pooling on the leather of her father's throne amongst the snot and spittle. 


Autumn snapped back to reality as she felt a drop of arousal fall from her naked folds, running away down her thigh. "EEE! NO NO NO NO NO! I'm not turned on by this, that's gross!" She thought, blaming the feeling instead on simple exhibition. 


Her mother had come to her room not long after. Autumn, prone on top of her duvet, bare bottom exposed to the cooling air, tears unabated. Dawn asked why after so many scoldings did her fawn still disobey one of the few rules set forth. Autumn swearing she'd never again, as her mother soothed her burning cheeks. Gently stroking the lotion into the reddened skin. Soaking into the velvety fur, cooling, muscles relaxing.  Paying special attention to the junction where rump ended and legs began, the rub became a light massage. Autumn's now dry eyes opened as her mother's paw dipped between her thighs, cupping her "kitty" and stroking, before retreating, sliding up her back. Her mother replaced the upturned skirt, and kissed her head. "Apology accepted, goodnight sweetie". 


Reality crashed through the window. Autumn deadpanned at the wall. "Did that really happen or is my vagina corrupting my memories? '' She thought, unable to discern fantasy from reality. 
Autumn dismissed the butterflies from her stomach. She was not here uninvited, she had specific instructions to do this! Shoulders falling back to a position she forgot was comfortable, she opened the leftmost drawer. There on top the card, freedom incarnate in plastic and magnetic tape. Tucking the platinum card into the waistband at her right hip, she began to close the drawer. Pausing, reversing, looking. There, under the card, at the bottom of the drawer, a key. Not a house hey, or a car key, but clearly a key, like the way it would be labeled in a picture book. Bronze, tinted with verdigris, red silk tassel, ornate scrollwork. She picked it up. Heavy in her paw she held it, slowly warming up to match her body temperature. Looking through her paw at the heavy rough wood beyond, she wondered. 


She'd never really paid attention to it before. The ugly mismatched furniture always acted as simply a pedestal for the treasure chest above. "I wonder what's inside" she thought, the keyless paw pulling at the heavy brass pawle of the top drawer. Unyielding, the tree carcass laughed at her feeble tug. Bringing the cartoonish key to it's slit in the middle of the heavy drawer she turned. Click, creak... chunk! The key had spun. Both paws on the ornate, yet neglected pawle she tugged. The drawer slid open with a groan, thunking to a stop at its fullest extension. Autumn raised a paw to her muzzle, stifling a gasp. The cornucopia of debauchery was like nothing she could have imagined. Neatly arranged, in order of size and color, nearly thirty of those pear shaped butt jewelry things! A rainbow of colors, metals of gold, silver, rose, black, even glass. Some of the black ones were matte and clearly not metal. Other toys, some she recognized.


 Vibrators, large, small wired, wireless, waterproof, a common item of locker room discussion with her girlfriends at school. Some of her friends were lucky enough to have an older sister or oversharing mother to provide them with the adult toys. 


Dildos, a veritable zoo of species, from diminutive kit fox barely larger than her finger, to Percheron stallion, half her height in length and the girth of her calf, unable to even palm the flared head.


"Holy shit", she cursed out loud, Mom's a sex freak? I'm definitely asking her for a vibrator later". Reaching into the buffet of sex toys before her, she ran her paws across the display. Left paw sliding across the cool hard metal of the butt plugs, right caressing, soft silicone. She surveyed the new treasure chest. A tentacle toy, long, thin, smooth on one side, the other adorned with soft suction cups, like the limb of some deep sea terror.  Thinking back to her first "adult" anime, the heroine at her lowest point, assaulted by the villain's "pet". Thick wriggling serpents slid between her breasts, before each one picked a hole and dove in.  Autumn's thighs ground together, her nether lips sliding in their wetness. "Smooth, deep, and EVERYWHERE"  She grinned. 


She moved to a more realistic phallus, that of a medium sized wolf. Tapered tip, bright red, swelling to a bulging shaft transitioning to purple at the base. It's telltale feature, the bulbous knot making up one third of its length. Easily the size of a tennis ball, Autumn's fingers tried and failed to encircle the canine facsimile, requiring two paws to lift the heavy silicone from its bed. 


"Oh Mr Wolf! I would never have gotten into Pawvard University without your expert tutelage, how can I ever thank you enough?" She pantomimed, pointed the head at her muzzle, giving a tentative sniff, nose wrinkling. It didn't smell bad, but it definitely smelled, plasticity, chemical, and stale. She regressed back into fantasy, kneeling beneath the middle-aged biology teacher's desk. Silently fellating the authority figure as he supervised the study hall. Left paw clutching his shaft, right between her legs, pawing at her femininity,.


Returning the lupine member to its place, Autumn turned to the assortment of shiny plugs. Four golden metal totems beset with verdant, emerald crystal. Pawing the smallest, cold weight in her fingers she studied. Less than the length of her index finger, only twice its width at the flared bulb. Ther diminutive accessory was anything but intimidating. Sauntering to the vanity, lights automatically rising at her motion, she held the curious gem to the face. Now three round, malachite spheres sparked in the vanity light. The glittering gold juxtaposed with her light, earth-toned fur.  


Grinning, fur bristling with excitement, the fawn bounded back to her mother's secret toy chest. Alongside the tools and toys of pleasure in the deep oaken drawer, were an assortment of oils, creams, and potions. Frowning at the unfamiliar bottles and tubes, she needed something..... "Ah!" She squeaked, grabbing the first familiar poultice, plain white, easily mistaken for one of the many tubes of toothpaste that seem to be drawn to her mother by some invisible attractive force. SURGICAL LUBRICANT, Bacteriostatic, NOT a Contraceptive.  


Breathing deeply, trying to slow her racing heart, Autumn reclined on the padded bench. Skirt tucked below her tail, in an effort to keep her effluent away from the white suede. Placing the soulless tube on her belly, and clutching the precious gem in her right paw, Autumn drew her left leg up, resting her hoof against her right knee. Spreading her leg and rolling her hips, Autumn invited her flower to bloom. The skin connecting her groin to her thigh taut. Her lips parted, now swollen with arousal, the dark pink interior practically streaming. Left paw falling into place, three fingers covered her sex. Pressing, with increasing need she slowly started circling. Dragging the sensitive skin too and fro, all the wet engorged tissue sliding. Labia slipping between her fingers, sliding against one another in a lurid tango. The hood of her clit, pushed and pulled by her swirling, sliding and pulling at the bundle of nerves it was meant to shelter. The sounds of slimy skin colliding, wet fur and clenching tunnel reached her fuzzy ears. Still flicking fore and aft, evolved from millennia of predation, now dedicated to absentmindedly scanning the empty house. 


"MmmhhuuUUH!" She bleated, echoing though the home, as she ground particularly firmly against the top of her sex. The kind of involuntary gasp that usually interrupted her late night recreation. Sometimes even causing her inattentive father to ask up the stairs, "everything okay Princess?" The thought banished from her mind, no embarrassed reply, or frozen fear, feigning a nightmare. No less, she felt the need to be subtle. Habitually stifling her amorous outbursts, a pair of knuckles clenched between her teeth, or nose shoved into a pillow. She eyed the sparkling spheroid clenched in her idle paw. Without thinking she drew it to her lips, kissing the narrow trapped tip. The cool, smooth steel sucked its share of warmth from her pursed lips. Fingers idly circling her flower, pollinators romancing their precious nectarines, she opened her mouth. Extending her firm, pink tongue, she placed the bulb upon it. Drawing the warming, mirrored, sculpture inside, she closed her lips around the thin stem. Swirling her tongue around the unfamiliar pacifier, Autumn took shallow breaths from her nose. Humming, as saliva pooled around the invader, her glands confused at all the new sensations, doing the only thing they could. Autumn swallowed, suckling the warm, hard mass. The sensation of a mouthful of saliva sliding down her throat brought her mind back under Mr. Wolf's desk. She pictured his tip throbbing, as she rocked the lifeless plug between her teeth. As her mouth filled again, she sucked, her teacher's member leaking salty pre. Her middle finger curled, dipping into her entrance. Swallowing, her wrist flexed finger sinking into her tunnel. The bands of feminine muscle constricting, clamping into the digit. Humming again, breath coming in ragged gasps whenever her body begged for air. paw held still, finger buried to the hilt, basking in the feeling of velvety walls rippling, taking their pleasure while they could. 


She gasped, drool escaping the corner of her mouth, falling to soak the fur of her breast. paw retreating, her legs clamped together in a feeble attempt to imprison the stimulating appendage. Her right paw withdrew the warmed plug from her mouth, dripping with spit. Her left paw appeared before her face, gossamer threads of arousal glistening between her fingers.


She didn't know why, it just happened. The three fingers crammed into her narrow muzzle. Her juices mixed with saliva, fingers crowding her mouth, jostling with her tongue. She tasted herself for the first time, the tart, musky flavor not unpleasant, but unfamiliar. Fingers flexing, she gave her paw a shove. Her throat objected wholeheartedly, the spasms traveling from the tip of her tongue to the pit of her stomach. She gagged, abdominal muscles tensing, the air forced from her lungs. Unable to navigate her crowded mouth, the lungful of moist air kicked in  the back door to her nose. What felt like her last breath exploded from her nostrils, feeling unnatural, dangerous. Endorphins flooding her bloodstream, yelling at her body. "RUN FOR YOUR LIFE".  Her pelvic floor muscles clenched, in an attempt to restrain the contents of her bladder. Instead propelling a thimble full of clear stringy fluid from the glands surrounding her entrance.  Like the blast from a squirt gun, arching, propelled by young muscles the diminutive gush propelled clear of the precious bench, landing silently on the carpet.


Wrenching her forehoof from her drooling maw, she coughed, lungs empty, burning, the sour taste of vomit crawling up the back of her tongue, flooding her sinuses. Gasping, panting. Gripping at her sore ribs, Autumn returned, the smirk returning to her face, still panting. A giggle  crept up her throat, accelerating into a full belly laugh. The high of fear made her feel like she was floating. 


Heart rate slowing, she grabbed the lube from where it had fallen to the floor. Popping the plug back into her mouth, the fawn rolled onto her left side. Facing the wall she drew her legs up, exposing her behind to the room. Squirting a quarter sized pool of the thin, clear, gel into her left palm. Dipping her right middle finger into the goo, she reached over her hip. The fur on the underside of her tail tickled her wrist as the pawpad made contact with her rosebud. She shivved, the cool gel sent a chill straight to her core. 


Autumn's thoughts drifted, as her finger swirled around the hairless opening. Her ass was often the subject of her "playtime". She remembered the first time she found out how good it could feel. A bad flu went through her school, she was out for 10 days, 6 days of fever, throwing up, bad dreams, the works. Her mom was the best nurse though, plenty of fluids, fresh fruit and Jello. The first time she had her temperature taken was embarrassing and awkward. Prone on her bed, head resting on folded paws. 


"I thought that was only for babies? Do we have toooo?" She protested, her mother removing the glass tube from her grandfather's physician's bag. The tan leather cracked where it hinged, and filled the room with the smell of old leather and iodine. The small jar of Vaseline followed. 


"It's the most accurate, and even a few tenths of a degree can mean the difference between staying home, going to the hospital, or going back to school. Besides, it's not like it hurts."


A towel was rolled under her hips, raising her tiny bottom just enough to reveal her tailhole. 
The smell of Vaseline added to the medicinal perfume. Her mother's paw, resting on her tail, pinning it to the small of her back. The fawn jumped as a firm, but caring finger swiped the oily slime across the pale, wrinkled skin below her tail.  


"Shhhh, relax, breathe in... Breathe out..." The doe coached her child. The cool, slimy glass touched the center of her star. 


"Breath in... Breathe out..." At the bottom of her breath the thermometer slid home. Gasping, she clenched around it. Her mother slowly twirling the triangular cylinder, pushing the taught ring in and out minutely. 


"Shhh" the paw holding her tail moving to stroke the quivering cheeks. 


The fog of her feverish mind, clearing momentarily, the fawn relaxed, unclenching. 
She hummed, "oh you're right it doesn't hurt". 
The thermometer withdrew. A hint of disappointment crossed her mind as the tingling sensations diapered, almost as soon as they came. Raising the thermometer to the light, "104.8, yikes honey no wonder you can't eat. I need to get some Tylenol into you".  In her febrile mind, her mother floated from the room. The sound of the bathroom sink like thunder in her ear. Dawn returned to her child's bedroom, the clean thermometer returning to its case. Reappearing at the bedside the young mother fumbled briefly with the foil pouches, eventually producing two Tylenol suppositories. 


"Okay sweetie, because you've been throwing up so much, I have to put the medicine in your tushy." The feverish fawn raised an eyebrow before silently shrugging. Dawn raised her own eyebrow as her daughter lifted her tail and raised her hips. The reluctant girl suddenly inviting. 


Autumn relaxed at the contact, fighting the reflex to clench. The larger wax spreads the fawn's hole wider, adding a pleasurable stretching sensation to the tingles radiating up her spine. Dawn stopped as her finger made contact with the foal's bottom. Withdrawing for a second, frowning as the slowly melting suppository repealed, rejected by the twitching anular muscle. Finger returning, the fawn felt the medical slug slide further into her innards. Finger touching flesh, advancing, Autumn's mouth opened.


Her older self gasped, replaying the events in her mind, her own middle finger effortlessly slid  in. Continuing until her knuckles came to rest against her cheeks, twisting her wrist, spreading the unscented gel.  Slowly retreating, her tailhole clenched, the greedy hole trying to retain its new friend. With a soft "plap" Autumn's finger sprang free, returning before her. She inspected the digit, absent any streaks of mood-killing "debris".  


Reluctantly pulling the plug from her mouth, having grown quite comfortable there, Autumn dipped its tip in her gel filled palm. Rolling and turning she coated the warm, smooth metal in lube. Satisfied that it was evenly slippery, the golden bauble was slowly lowered, disappearing beyond her hips. Grumbling as the slimy apex intersected with the bride of sinew between her two lower holes, smearing the jell into her netherfur. Exhaling, as she found her target, larger now, thanks to her questing finger and well practiced muscles. With the slightest push the plug advanced, the barest sensation of fullness, fading as her hole encircled the thin, golden stem. Fingers released, the flared base coming to rest between her cheeks. Her fingers played briefly with the small stud, feeling the half inside her shift, sending waves of sensation across her belly. 


Rising to her feet, the young doe admired how her cheeks slid together as she walked. Aided by the copious lubricant both natural and applied, her hips swaying. Accentuating the motion, the plug was tilted inside her, pressing against her most sensitive spots though the thin wall. Turning, she looked over her shoulder into the mirror. Autumn huffed, unsatisfied, the small crystal hidden between her cheeks. Bending over shamelessly only reveals a hint of gold under her tail. Matching back to the dresser, reexamining the selection. Picking up the next size, she swallowed, the heavy sculpture filling her palm. A small bullet vibrator joined her growing party. Lube, vibe, and plug in paw she marched into the master bath.




The floor to ceiling shower was the centerpiece of the recently renovated spa, dark marble tile adorned the western half of the room. Afraid of making a mess, the fawn squatted over the tile floor. The small plug threatened to leave on its own accord, her paw cupping beneath. With merely the thought of pushing, the weighted object slid from its brief installation. The  familiar sensation sparking transient panic in the context of a bathroom. Studying her upturned paw, finding only clean, clear lubricant among the rejected steel. Setting the plug next to its larger companion on the tiled floor. In its new context the medium princess plug appeared huge. Autumn wondered if, like her breasts, her ass was between sizes. 


Opening her mouth, with a deep breath, she brought the intimidating object to her muzzle. The difference between this and its smaller companion is immediately evident. Herding her tongue, the weight registered with her jaw muscles. Lips unable to fully close, she hummed. Sitting, briefly, the chilled tile threatening to sap the heat from her loins, she rose to her knees. 


Eyes closing, paw falling to her open petals, Autumn reappeared beneath the study hall desk. Her favorite teacher's rigid member filling her small mouth, tip threatening her unpracticed  throat. One paw restraining the monster as she suckled, the other acted on instinct. Two fingers extended, sliding into her pussy. The soft swollen tissue pried apart, as the penetration sent her hips rocking. The sounds of slurping and sloshing echoed over the humm of the bathroom lights. 


Drawing the saturated sphere from her muzzle, drool falling to breasts before pooling on the black tile below. Her dream changed,  the back seat of his car, windows tinted, the crowds and buses long gone.  She straddled him, the front of her uniform skirt tented by his turgid appendage. 


Her fingers withdrew to either side of her dripping pussy, spreading, the cool air flooding her tunnel. The tapered tip of the plug finding her entrance, the word escaping her lips:
"Please…" Gritting her teeth, her hips fell as her paw rose. Her virgin passage strained as the widest point crossed the threshold. 
"NnnyyYAAHhh" she squealed.


The clawed paws, grasping her hips under her skirt, she heard her teacher's voice.


"Mmm, good girl". 


The comforting praise helped her pelvic muscles relax, releasing their grasp. Her hips rose, the painful stretch returning, dismissed. Breath coming in shallow pants, her persistent teasing spurring her loins into a jealous appetite. Her entrance gratefully accepted the largest penetration yet. 


She repeated the motion, falling into a crescendo, the place of her hips, catching up to her strained respirations. 


Pleasurable moans issued from her imaginary sutor. "Autumn… slow down… I want to try something." 


Sliding the plug from her young entrance, she rubbed it up and down her drooling slit. The excitement rising in her mind. On its last southward swipe, the tip slid to the center of her puckered star.


"You want to put it there, Sir? But it's so big!" The dramatic phrase echoed off the porcelain and tile. The taper advanced, hewing apart the tight ring. She shivered as the pleasurable penetration returned. Twisting and pulsing she teased her slick tailhole. Increasing the pressure, the widening toy advanced. A familiar full sensation radiated from her pelvis, building. As the pleasurable feelings grew, so did another sensation. The dull, soreness of tired, stretched muscle.




"EEeeewooOOOH" she whined, the burn of friction, sharp, stinging, causing her to stop, reverse course. The cool metal parted from radiant flesh with a soft squelch. Held breath released, thigh muscles tensed. The hole flexing closed, before slackening, retiring to a small gape, anxious to be filled again. The shiny device stood on the shower floor, her flaxen worried expression looking back at her like a fun house mirror. The tube of lubricant upended, gel coiled on the smooth metal before gravity spread it down the thickening surface. 


Returning to her fantasy, she cooed. "Thank you for being so gentle Sir, but I'm a big girl, I can take it." She messaged the slick ooze, spreading it evenly, grinding her hips into the imaginary canine of her desires. "Oh, your knot is so thick!. Her voice dripped with arousal. "I don't know if it will fit." Returning the plug to her hungry hole, her lube slicked paw followed, pawing at her neglected slit. 


Her ravenous hole swallowed a third of the cool metal. The bulk shoving the contents of her pelvis, prodding her whole being. The ring of muscle taut, straining. She yelled. "AH!" 
Her idle paw sprang to life, strumming at her pussy like the lewdest instrument. 


The fawn opened her eyes, staring through the tiled floor at the face of her lover. Normally smiling, now twisted with sweet pain, the graying fur of his muzzle bristled as her young, strong body compressed the swollen base of his cock like a vise. A spark ignited in his pupils, as his prized student begged.


"Harder" 


Autumn continued to grind the bulbous toy into her ass. Her strumming slowed, the two middle fingers together journeyed down her folds. Turning to dip into her hole, they met unusual resistance. The plug, now nearing its widest point, hogged all of her pelvic real estate. Dropping down to her middle finger alone, the doe grit her teeth and shoved. Her front passage never felt this tight, her finger shoved by lifeless steel into the spongy rougher spot at the top of her tunnel. 


Lightning radiated from her groin, climbing up her back, skipping across her stomach, circling her breasts before escaping from her mouth as a broken scream. The plug jumped, apex crested as it slid into her rectum. Her bowels, unsure if they should retain or expel the firm body, quivered. 


Falling to her back with a gasp, Autumn imagined her timid lover taking control. Her back slapped into the smooth tile, the sting fading into pleasurable warmth. The wolf grabbed her calves, she raised her legs high and crossed her ankles. His large meaty paws were able to restrain her powerful legs with one paw, the other encircled her throat.  She pulled at the flared base, painless but unyielding the plug refused to move. She withdrew the paw from her pussy to join its partner at her tail. Pulling with both paws, the plug stubbornly moved. 


Her caring mentor is gone, replaced with a fierce visage, red eyes, uncaring, hungry. Snarled lips revealing a maw of red flesh, ivory razors as long as her fingers. Hot breath poured out and strings of drool threatened to stain her young face.  The cruel beast wrenched this swelling knot from her defiled ass. The lightning returned, ricocheting through her body, as the plug slid from her ass.  The pain she was expecting was absent. Returning to her fantasy, the beast growled, sharp claws pinching the sides of her throat. His hips reversed, knot grinding into her ass. The plug  mimicked her ravenous partner, the intense sensation returned as her ass stretched over the widest point. A soft squish sound accompanied the pressure against her sensitive spots. 


Angling the base towards her tail, the firm plug ground against the thin wall between her holes. Prodding her g-spot, the lightning grew from sparks to a veritable thunderstorm. Pulling again, the plug sprang free. Her overwhelmed tailhole gasping. 


The beast roared, angry at her non-compliance, his rhythm interrupted by her tightness. His drooling maw fell from her face, hovering above her left breast. Terrifying teeth millimeters from her innocent flesh. The ring of muscle around her tailhole was done. Throwing in the towel to water and orange slices. Her ring went slack, confirming only now to the widest part of the plug. The wolf howled as his hips sprang to life, plowing the little doe's ass, taking his pleasure without regard. 


The fawn was screaming with each thrust, the plug smashing her g-spot with each forceful insertion. Her sensitive tailhole overwhelmed with each withdrawal. She sounds of sex echoed in the empty bath. 


"Ahh" schlorp!


"Ooo" squish!


"Ohh" splort!


"Ahh"
"Aahh"
"Ahye"
"Aiye"
"Ayee"
"AAYEE"


Rising in pitch and volume with each thrust, her screams announced her nearing climax.


Eyes clenched, watering, mouth dry, her empty vagina rhythmically squeezing the void. With a final, mighty thrust, she ground the plug into that sensitive spot. Screams ceasing, the fawn bit her lip. The muscles between her hips pulsed, the muscular ring around her tail returning, clamping tightly on the thin stem, forcing the plug harder against her sensitive core. 


Her vision went white. From her hooves to the tip of her nose, like a wave, her velvety fur stood on end. Her legs fell, thighs sore and shaking. Arms at her sides, clawing futility at the unyielding tile. The heat in the belly, stoked by her afternoon's teasing became a conflagration. The pulsing between her hips grew, focused on that spongy lump behind her pubic bone. Hooves cramping her calves flexed. Thighs quivering, breasts throbbing, paws balled into fists. Something in her stomach uncoiled. Her eyes opened wide, pupils fixed, mouth open in a silent scream. The pulse of euphoria started somewhere in her mind. Shooting down her spine, jumping from her lower back to her bellybutton. The electric bolt of pleasure searched for an exit. Running down her legs, finding a dead end, slamming into reverse. The twin freight trains of love stormed into her pelvis where they collided. Fireworks exploded in her vision. Every muscle between her tail and her bellybutton flexed, her juices squeezed from her core, like an overripe tomato. Dribbling down the line between her legs, mixing with the copious surgical gel. Her tailhole threatened to shear the embedded steel pillar, as her fluids passed, soaking the cotton of her skirt before pooling on the shower floor. A final bolt striking an unfamiliar muscle, the band of contractile tissue between her tunnel and her urethra sprang to life. Straining against the swollen glands, it squeezed. Gasping, vision returning, unfamiliar sensations accompanied the sight of cups of clear, stringy fluid spurting from between her legs. 


Her knees quaked, chest rising and falling. Her tired muscles screamed for oxygen. Aftershocks of her orgasm sent her legs squirming. 


"Holy shit" she panted, running her paws over her sweaty body. Sitting up and surveying the damage, she was shocked. Tributaries of her love followed from where she sat, one stream meandered, slowly dripping down the floor drain. In silent shame she began cleaning up her mess. Gathering the discarded plug, unused vibrator, and lubricant in one paw, she rose to her shaking feet. Her knees buckled, thighs screaming. Twisting her hips to keep her balance, the heavy plug, still lodged in her ass, shifted. She moaned as her oversensitive bits were assaulted by momentum. 


"OMG, it's so heavy" she thought, flexing her tailhole, feeling the dense mass shift inside her. 
Walking to the vanity, it rocked with her hips, setting off the dud fireworks. The fawn, legs shaking like a newborn, squeezed her thighs together, chewing her dessicated lower lip. She deposited the smallest plug into the sink, looking upon it now as "cute". Secretly wishing she had discovered it years ago. Rinsing it under the cool water, she filled her palm with soap. Rubbing the glinting gem in her paws she washed. The dried lube and bodily fluids dissolve, and run down the drain. Setting the tiny trinket on the counter with its electric companion, her damp paws fell to her waist. Pulling the elastic away from her fur she slid the garment to the floor. Bending to her discarded clothing, the cool air lapped at her sopping nethers. The metal plug draws a hint of the cold inside, reinforcing its presence. The naughty feeling banished her fatigue, a single spark to reignite her smoldering libido. Picking up the drenched garment, her nose wrinkling. The strong scent of sex wicked into the air.


"What am I becoming?" She thought, as the skirt collapsed into the sink. Her increasingly wet orgasms had been an annoyance, a towel regularly becoming part of her masturbatory routine. 
"At this rate I'm going to need a tarp". The sound of her fluids dripping down the showerdrain her only reply. 
"Or a kiddie pool." Her dry lips abraded as she spoke, the intense thirst only now appeared. Three of the paper cupfuls failed to quench her drained body, but at least kept her tongue from turning to sand. She messaged the soapy water into her abused uniform bottom. Humming quietly, hips rocking, the plug was still a strange sensation flagging to the front of her mind. She decided to let the garment soak while she attended to the slippery mess on the shower floor. Only now did she notice the streak of wetness on the wall. Five feet from where she was sitting, and two feet up the wall was a sheen on the black marble. Running her finger through the streak, collecting a string of  slime, she pondered. She ran the stuff between her thumb and forefinger, the consistency strange, slippery, yet clingy. It dried quickly turning into a tacky glue. 


"What did I make?" She said aloud, gathering more of the odd girlcum of the smooth stone. Dipping her finger into her mouth she hummed. Different from the last time, when she had dragged the fluids straight from the source, this ejecta was sweet, sugary with a hint of familiar muskiness. Sucking the juice from her fingers as she made a mental note to search the internet for answers, the next time she had an opportunity. She spun the chrome dial and rainfall flowed from the showerhead. She grabbed the handheld, directing the flood to rinse away the remnants of her playtime. Thoroughly washing the far wall, steam began to rise from the warming water. Testing the water with her palm, she turned the floor into herself. Her stress flowed down the drain along with her juices, sweat, and drying lubricant. Under her tail needed extra attention, rubbing the thick gel from her fur. The plug felt transparent as it warmed to match her body temperature. Moving on to her front, the beads of warm water tickled her folds. Memories of her first orgasm returning; a young fawn, laying on the floor of the tub, legs bent, hooves either side of the faucet. The warm flow cascaded over her immature slit, lapping at her growing need. 


A strong stream of water hit her exposed clit, a shock of searing overstimulation snapped the fawn back to reality. She pulled the showerhead away. Autumn finished washing in a rush, barely drying her damp fur. Sauntering naked through the master suite,  she continued chewing her lower lip. The thrill of nakedness playing second fiddle to the sensations radiating from her behind. Back in her mother's closet, the fawn stood before the open drawer. Placing the small gold and green plug back in its place, dwarfed by his large and XL brothers. Always curious, the tan paw fondled the biggest golden bulb. Heavy in her paw the gargantuan toy was as wide as her outstretched paw, and easily six inches long. 


Questions sprang to the young doe's mind. 
"Could her mom even fit this? Why does she need so many?" Returning the intimidating totem, along with the sterile, white tube, she paused, paw not releasing the bullet vibrator. Palming the tiny gadget, she shoved the heavy drawer. Leaving the key in its hole she picked up the credit card. After wringing most of the suds from her poor, mistreated skirt, the fawn left the master bedroom. Stopping quickly at her bathroom. Well, the upstairs hall bathroom. An only child, the facilities for the three smaller bedrooms were adopted as her own. The skirt hung on the towel rack, she paused. Looking at her reflection she smiled. The blush, not yet faded from her skin, radiated through the white fur. The milky velvet ran from her jaw, down her chest, wrapping between her legs to the tip of her tail. Patches colored her inner thighs, and she wore matching socks and gloves. She was glowing. paws rose to her bust, lifting the small lumps. She imagined, if they were lager, would she have to fantasize? Or would her secret crushes be unable to ignore her? Autumn turned, peering over her shoulder, and grinning. Her bountiful cheeks were prized apart by the circular golden setting, green cut glass catching the bright light of the bathroom. 


"Oh I gotta save this!" The fawn skipped across the hall, the weight in her rectum bouncing, stirring her insides teasingly. Retrieving her abandoned phone, normally never so long ignored, she opened the photo app. Kneeling before the mirror she lowered her head to the carpet. Looking between her hanging breasts at the phone held underneath, she lined up the shot. A few more for good measure, before she altered the shot, reaching out, one paw spreading her cheek. Her flower, still swollen and ready, gaped. The weight of the plug deformed her entrance, pressing at the bottom of her slit. The normally round hole, a smiling triangle. Rising, she took a few more photos. A little more tasteful, just hints of the glimmering treat under her tail. In her sorting of the lewd selfies, she noticed the time.  


5:38.


Looking at the credit card she sighed, it was time to rejoin the world and its endless responsibilities. Her fur brisling in the cool early evening air, she needed to wear something. Her usual pajamas, sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt wouldn't do. Before her closet she weighed the options. One of her father's old flannel shirts, the hem falling almost to her knees, no. A pair of nylon gym shorts and a sports bra? Too tight. In the corner, some of her older clothes, either outgrown or uninteresting. 


"Ah ha!" She exclaimed, pulling the silk nightgown from its dark demise. The sheer, pink silk slid over her shoulders, hem falling to her upper thigh. The thin fabric tight over her bust, clearly cut for the body of a girl, short of stature and devoid of curves. The nightie did nothing to hide Autumn's womanly features. Studying her form in the mirror, the fawn discovered that her overgrown ass shortened the dress so much that it revealed the bottom of her cheeks. She bounced, silk fluttering, revealing glints of green and gold amongst the blue of brown and white fur. 


Falling prone on to her bed, plushy characters bouncing, she assembled her meager treasure. Her phone, Mom's credit card, and the tiny silver vibrator. Bringing up the number from her contacts, she dialed. The phone rings across town in the busy restaurant, as busy as a small-town place gets anyway. By the second ring Autumn had already become distracted. She pressed the small button on the curious object, the vibrator springing to life. It hummed, jumping out of her fingers, dancing on the bed. She grabbed it tightly, the tickling vibration almost painful in her clenched fist, the muted buzzing barely audible. She froze, holding her breath until she heard the third ringtone. Relaxing and placing the phone on her bed, she pressed the 🔊 button. She raised the dancing cylinder to her lips, the pleasant tingling turning into a tickle and making her nose itch. The fourth ring crackled through her phone's speaker. She turned onto her back, bringing the buzzing vibrator to her left nipple. The smooth steel slid smoothly over the silk encasing her chest. The tickling turned into a pleasurable tingle, nipple stiffening, tenting the soft weave. The fifth ring caused her to glance at her phone, eyebrows furrowed.
" They usually pick up by now." She thought, as she moved the vibrator to her left teat. Her eyes drifted closed, lost in the new tingling sensations. 


Across town, the portly badger, namesake of his beloved pizzeria, one paw stirred a pot of bubbling sauce, the other sliding a peel from the hot oven. He bellowed at his associate.


"DAVID! PHONE! FUCK!" 


"WoRkiNg ON it sIR!" 
The teenage coyote's voice cracked under the pressure, dough stuck to his fingers, fur dusted with flour and cornmeal, he dove for the phone. Cramming the receiver into his right rear, only to hear dial tone. 


Autumn rubbed her belly, the circles widened, paw drifting southbound. The click of her phone's speaker yanked her to attention, breath hitching in her throat. The gruff voice announced coldly:


"Thank you for calling Mike's pizzeria. Our business hours are, Tuesday through Thursday 11 AM to 9PM. Friday and Saturday noon to ten." 


Autumn ended the call before the message could suggest group events or catering. 


"They must be busy, I'll give them a few minutes. Autumn said to herself as she continued exploring the new device.
"I get why Stacy keeps bragging". Remembering the snow leopard, gushing to her younger classmates. "OMG my mom bought me this great vibe" something about rechargeable batteries, Bluetooth, "can't get to sleep without it!". She didn't understand, the buxom cat having no difficulty taking dick on the regular. 


As she brought the buzzing thimble to her slit, she understood. It felt like the beloved showerhead, but without the water, or the noise, or even getting out of bed. Sliding the smooth metal between her lips, she gasped, back arching off the mattress. Gliding up to her clit she moaned. If her fingers were a spark, this thing was a frickin blowtorch! Her knees came together, trapping the vibrator and her left paw. The fawn rolled onto her left side, right paw returning to her ass, grabbing the plug. She pulled, the bulbous end dragging at her ring. Autumn continued to toy with herself for several minutes, no goal in mind, just enjoying the feeling. She abandoned the plug, returned to her phone and redialed. She could continue her fun and order pizza right? 


Promptly, on the second ring, they picked up. 


"MIYKIe's" the young voice answered.


Unintelligible over the low fidelity speaker, Autumn was confused.


"Um… he.. Hello?" 


"Oh, sOrrY" the young coyote cleared his throat, "Mike's pizzeria, this is David, how may I help you?" 


"Hello, David." Autumn's voice deeper, husky her hormones riding on sound waves, poured into the young gentlefur's ear. She recognized his voice. The sophomore, one of the few she even knew the name of, was cute in his own way. Often the target of bullies, he ate alone in the cafeteria. 


The way she said his name made his fur stand on end, flour and cornmeal flicked into the hot kitchen. He cleared his throat, 
"How can I help you Ms…?


"Hehaka, I'd like to place an order please."




"Okay, go ahead." the yote replied, dismissing the heavy breathing on the other line. 


Autumn's paw resumed playing with the plug, a barely audible squeak slipping between her lips, as her hips rocked. 


"Mmh can I get a medium veggie with anchovies?"


David swallowed hard, were his ears playing tricks on him? He listened harder, pressing his ear to the speaker, pinning  the phone with his shoulder as he typed up the order.


"One medium veg with anchovies, okay"


"A large garden salad" the fawn said as she mashed the vibrator into her sex. Her breath quickened, whistling through her nose. 


"Large, Garden, salad." the  teen broke into a sweat, the green tip of his tail flicked back and forth. Nope, I definitely heard that, what is happening? We're the stories true? Tales of delivery boys standing at the door as a beautiful babe explains "oh I don't have any cash for a tip, maybe there's something else I can do for you?" As the bathrobe or night dress falls open. 




Shaking, he replied: "Would you like any dressing with that?"




"No, we have plenty at home." The clueless fawn breathlessly replied.


David's fingers trembled, as he hovered over the Creamy Ranch button. 


"Can I also get a small buffalo chicken pizza, with an order of garlic bread?" 


Both relieved and disappointed that the growing order pointed away from the concept of a lonely, needy, broad, the coyote relaxed.
"Small buffalo and garlic bread. Is there anything else I can get for you?"


The heavy panting returned. "Yes!" Huff, huff. "One. Large. SAUSAGE." 


The young canine, hormones already raging, broke. "Wh, wha WHAT?


The exclamation dragged Autumn from her daydream. Pausing her pleasurable manipulations she reiterated.  "Pizza, a sausage pizza." 


Silence. 




"Hello?"
The word kicked the coyote's brain out of his trousers and back into his skull.


"Pickup or delivery?" He robotically replied.


"Ohh, pickup, but I can't come until 7:30." 


The nebbish canine whined, "surely she's fucking with me", he thought. His sheath swelled, red tip protruded in his ill fitting jeans.


"Cash or credit?" He nervously asked, afraid of the answer. 


Autumn slowed her absent minded teasing, pulling the vibrator from her crotch. "Credit" she replied. 


David breathed in relief the lack of innuendo easing his perverted mind. 


The fawn quickly recited the numbers stamped into the stiff plastic, eager to end the call and resume her relaxation. 


A pause. "Name?"


Autumn panicked. "I can't tell him my name after all that!" She thought, the blush returned to her muzzle.


"Uh…" she fumbled.


"On the card. The name on the card." David said flatly.


"Oh, right. Dawn Hehaka." 


Both horny teens waited for the next word.


The coyote lost patience first.


"Thank you for your business?" He timidly asked.


"No, thank you." She replied, her emphasis making the nervous teen blush. 


As she pawed the END button, Autumn's hormones targeted their next victim. She pictured him, sitting alone, as he grazed on the tepid sloppy Joe. Milk mustache gracing his thin muzzle, he stared at his lunch tray. She decided tomorrow to join him, if only to continue her teasing banter. 


Her paws returned to her dampened crotch, vibrations scattered droplets of her dew. Rolling into her belly, she tried to conjure up the vicious beast that had assaulted her mind on the bathroom floor. She imagined his weight pinning her to the bed, a swollen knot buried in her ruined sphincter.  The frightful growls she wanted instead were replaced in her mind's ear by nervous panting. The strong clawed paws around her neck became tender padded paws that massaged her shoulders. The drooling wicked maw now soft lips, planting tender kisses on neck.


"Come here." Her fantastic parner uttered. The voice is somewhere between her favorite teacher and a boy, odd yet familiar. They rolled to the left, her knees drawing to her chest as she was spooned by the intimate stranger. Her left breast cupped by his paw, gently squeezing. 


"Gawd Autumn, you're so hot." The voice from the phone echoed in her head. Pausing her strange delusion, Autumn felt betrayed by her imagination. Her elder gentlefur/hungry beast having turned into a tender, virginal dweeb. 


Alone in her bed, the fawn sighed, rolled into her back. She turned off the vibrator, and crossed her arms over her chest. "Why him?" She asked. "Of all creatures, why David?" 


Deep in her belly a single cell, one of many dormant seeds, sprang to life. The microscopic machinery dumped hormones and neurotransmitters into her bloodstream. It had one goal, one purpose, one craving; coyote sperm. 


Suddenly, without question, Autumn dismissed the gross feelings. "Why not? He's kinda cute." She returned to the fetal position, closed her eyes and relaxed. She could picture the young coyote behind her. A head taller than herself, the midsize canine was a compromise. Lighter and softer than a wolf, yet broader and stronger than a fox, the young gentlefur had promise after all. A clearer picture in her mind, she started to construct the unknowns, the parts of him hidden by his clothes. Small, yet defined muscles on his chest and back, firm buttocks, and muscular thighs. She built him to her liking. Her pelvic muscles twitched as she dreamed about what was hidden between his legs. She imagined his cock, buried in her ass, tied together by his broad knot. The plug defined its girth, otherwise average, large enough to prod all her sensitive spots, small enough to not leave her battered and bruised.


She stared by drumming her nails on the crystal, small ripples of force spreading through her behind. The pleasant waves lapping at her reproductive organs. Craving more stimulation, her bowels squeezed. The plug, too large to expel so easily, strained against her tailhole. The base peeking out, she pulled at it. Fingers wrapping around the circular setting, she rocked the phallic facsimile. 


Pained whining ringing in her ears as the strong muscles clamped the base of his shaft. His hips grinding into her rump as he neared climax. 


"Shh, shh, that's it. Let it go, give it to me. Good boy." The soothing sounds relaxing her frantic lover. 


Ceasing the violent thrashing, she picked up the vibrator, pressing it to the hardened glass below her tail. 


Pulses of tantalizing fire poured from the smooth steel. Her lower bowels shook, the waves transmitted through the membrane into her vagina. The nerves there awoke, "what's this?" They asked, begging her brain for more. 


His member twitched with every pulse, shooting his watery seed into her ass. Hips still as he came, he bit her. Acting on instinct his jaw clamped over her neck. Dull teeth dented her flesh, hot breath washed over her. He didn't chew, or tear, but with just enough pressure to push her over the edge. 


Autumn came.


 Unlike her last gushing climax, this peak was gentle. Instead of lightning and fireworks, warm sunlight radiated from deep inside her. It traveled evenly, slowly creeping down her legs and up her core. Her breasts ached, the smoldering burn unfamiliar to the young doe. Just enough deer juice dribbled down her left cheek, it dampened her fur, but stopped before reaching her clean bed. 


"Ohh wowww" she said, her mind remaining clear through her orgasm. The sensations continued looping, moving about her body hovering just beyond the threshold. She could have stayed like this forever. 


The cyclic climax waned, not ending, just decreasing in length and intensity.  Autumn clicked the button. The vibrator died, and just like that, so did her fourth orgasm of the afternoon.  


With slow, deep breaths, the fawn recovered quickly.  Spreading her legs,  she fanned her damp crevice.  "What time is itf?" She asked, her audience of plushies offered no reply. Autumn eyed her bedside alarm, 6:08PM.


She slid from her bed, reached for  the ceiling and stretched. "Pop! Pop! Her hip and shoulder cracked. 


"Oof, sex is a workout." 


As much as she'd given her body in the past few hours, it was unsatisfactory. The newly awoken cell taking charge, it started plans for its first construction. Unsure how to assemble the neon sign, what it would read was decided: "BREED ME". 


Autumn picked up the worn electric bullet from her bedsheets. She spread her lower lips with the forefingers of her left paw, the right guiding the vibe to her opening. She inserted the slim object into herself, the button pressed as it disappeared. The gentle thrumming was a pleasant distraction while she left to do her chores. Marching downstairs, the dense plug bounced with each step, pushing the vibe into her g-spot. 


VrrrrWOOM, VrrrrWOOM, VrrrrWOOM, 


"Mmmm, I could get used to this." She mused at the southing buzz. 


Autumn approached her abandoned backpack, the empty table by the entry alerted her to another neglected task.


"Oh, duh, I forgot to bring in the mail."


The thrilling thought of going outside in such a revealing state made the young doe blush. "Why shouldn't I?" She thought, "anyone seeing this should feel blessed!"
 Cervine ears twitching as she tiptoed through the cool garage. She listened for the sound of traffic. No neighbors mowing the lawn, no passing cars, she peeked, cost clear. Doing her best runway walk as she strode down the driveway, she gave the neighborhood  her fashion show. Face hot, bushing like a tomato she opened the mailbox. A cool breeze ruffled the sheer, undersized nightie as she thumbed through the day's deliveries. 
"Mom, Dad, Mom, Mom, junk, Autumn..." She stopped at the glossy catalog. "Free Fems" 


Three teenage models graced the cover of the magazine.  On the left a buxom hippopotamus, navy blue one-piece covering her smooth gray skin. It was quite flattering, the strong elastic supported her heavy breasts, her tummy corralled free of folds or lumps. The tight swimsuit extended to her mid-thigh. Rightmost a clouded leopard, back to the camera. paws on her hips, she flexed. The sports bra and yoga pants highlighted her muscular physique as well as her softer features. Biceps, quads and calves bulged, the fit feline looked like she could take on half the wrestlers at the all-state match. She did however carry some weight, her wide hips were smooth, the muscles there hidden under something softer. Autumn scrutinized further, eyes falling on her spandex-clad ass. It was big, round, and high, the tight pants revealing every curve and crevice. Autumn could just make out the outline of her puffy vulva. The cat had a wide grin, but her eyes were elsewhere. Her long fluffy tail coiled tightly down her left leg. She was clearly uncomfortable displaying her assets to the camera. As she turned to the girl in the center, Autumn's left ear twitched. The sound of voices and footfalls echoed faintly. Panicking the fawn dove for the rhododendrons. Crouched, hiding in the dense foliage she trembled. "This was a terrible idea." She trembled, as the sounds grew louder. 


The Otter family out for their evening run, jogged past the driveway. The raft, clad in matching neon activewear, failed to notice the naked foal crouching mere feet from the road. As the bulk of the troop disappeared around the bend, Autumn dashed for the cover of her home. Hooves clacking loudly on the asphalt. The youngest Otter, just entering middle school, turned. She thought the nightie was cute, and wondered why the girl was running. One thing stuck in her mind though, the shiny gemstone under her tail. What was it called? Did it hurt? It was so pretty. "I want one of those." 


Autumn panted, clutching the mail to her heaving chest. Her gulps of air turned into a laugh as the adrenaline wore off. 


"That was awesome!" 




Laptop and catalog under one arm, she returned to her room. Sitting at her desk she set an alarm. "7:15 put away your toys 😏" pulling up her trigonometry homework she rewarded herself with a page of fashion for each question she answered. 


She resumed her examination of the cover. The centerpiece was a tall, thin okapi, her long neck leading to slim shoulders. The black chiffon highlighted her maroon fur, and contrasted sharply with the white zebra stripes on her thighs. The sheer black fabric was revealing, blurred spots, obvious post production censoring, obscured her nipples, another blur below her navel. Her most captivating feature, at least to Autumn, was her eyes. The large violet irises stared through her, wanton, hungry. 


Intrigued, the fawn abandoned her calculations, thumbing through the thin, glossy pages, searching. Flipping to"intimates", the scantily clad okapi modeled, sharing the page with an equally striking arctic vixen. Autumn focused on the exotic giraffid, red lace clung to her flat chest, her ribcage visible. Heavily lidded purple eyes seductive, looking into Autumn's soul. The tight red thong dove between her banded thighs.


The vibrations inside her snatch gained intensity, as she again became aroused. Squirming in her chair, plug knocking against the hardwood, she turned the page. There the okapi stood, long legs a shoulder's width apart, bare. Autumn followed the striped limbs up, leading to a short, sky blue bathrobe. At first she thought it clashed with her darker fur, the model's arms crossed over her lap. She gasped, paw falling to her slit, idle for now. The stage creature's tongue extended, thick, long and firm, the electric blue muscle poured from her large black lips. The ribbon of shining azure flesh snaked down her long neck, between her breasts before disappearing into her cleavage.  


"Oh my'', the fawn exclaimed. Her sex-adled mind conjured images of the exotic blue tongue lapping at her own meger breasts. Her middle finger joined the vibrator, as she imagined the strong prehensile organ slithering inside her. She squeezed, but her body objected, the tired muscles clamped down on her finger, burning. The vibrator, it's frantic buzzing having turned into a quiet thrum, pressed on her sensitive flesh. The overstimulation sent pain signals to her brain. 


"Ah!" The young lady winced. Her flower was tired of its torment, protesting further stimuli.  Her finger withdrew, standing she tried to escape the numbing vibrations. 


"Shit, how do I get it out?" She asked, mind racing. The fawn squatted over her bedroom floor, she bounced hoping gravity would assist. The motion only caused the heavy plug in her rectum too press further on her worn out sex. Autumn tried to pry it out with a finger, but her crowded pelvis had no more room for such maneuvers. In her fumbling, she however managed to turn the device off, its drained batteries sighed in relief. The fawn sighed as well, resigned to end her afternoon of personal exploration. 


Autumn retrieved a towel from the hallway closet, spreading it over her bed. Doffing the silk nightdress, she mounted the mattress. On her left side, the fawn reached under her tail, grasping the glittering end of the intimate gem. She pulled, but her bowels refused to release her new jewelry. The dry skin of her tailhole chafing, she grunted.


Turning to her nightstand, she rummaged, searching. Haveng no sex jelly of her own, she opted for a bottle of hoof-and-paw cream. Cooing as the soothing lotion was smeared on her dry tailhole, she relaxed. Her finger circled the golden stem embedded there, dipping alongside it briefly as her ring flexed. The insatiable fawn again tried to pull the toy from her overstuffed ass. The action was futile, muscles too tense in her anxiety to let anything slip from her bowels. Instead she twisted and rocked her butt plug, the more resilient nerves there responded with signals of pleasure. Attempting to reignite her previous passion she tried imagining a canine lover trying to break the tie. In her mind the faceless partner behind her grunted and growled, trying to pull out with a yank. Her ass protested, the terrifying thought of soiling her bed kept the exit tight. 


The vision faded, frustration boiled. 
"Fuck!"
The vulgar word so rarely uttered by the polite teen. She rose, kneeling on the bed. She continued to free herself from the increasingly uncomfortable accessories. 


A new image appeared, the exotic okapi from the catalog. She straddled the model's face, nose buried in her snatch. She pictured the slimy blue tongue lapping at her back door. 


"There? But it might be dirty!" She asked her first sapphic fantasy. Wordlessly, the stunning beauty below her replied by pressing her tongue to the fawn's back door. The slippery prehensile tentacle slid inside, prying her open. The fawn's vagina massaged the silent bullet, trying to milk the trapped vibrator. "How deep could she go?" Autumn wondered, relaxing to admit the thickening muscle. The arousing image drove the fear and anxiety to the back of her mind. Her bowels moved in peristalsis, the plug protruded from her hole. Her tailhole dilated, then strained. The warm stretching feeling she secretly craved appeared.


"Ahh! Deeper!" She begged her imaginary girlfriend, her forehooves pulling the okapi's head further into her rocking groin. Autumn had both paws between her legs, one still playing with the recalcitrant plug, the other petting her sore lady parts. She inhaled through clenched teeth at the pleasant sting. The fawn started fucking her ass with the plug, slowly pulling it further from her grasping tailhole. Her panting breaths became louder, turning into soft moans. Building with each thrust, she climbed ever closer to a peak. 


For several minutes she played the lonely lover's game. Her moans increased in volume and tone, as only an empty house can entertain. Her tailhole, tingling in extacy, finally released its grasp on the hard steel as she climaxed. It slipped from her bowels with a wet squelch, falling to the bed below. Air rushed in to fill the void, her tailhole gaping wide. Her paw flew back, before it could close, three fingers sinking into the hilt. Still riding the waves of her orgasm, as her pussy wept into the towel below, she roughly fingered her ass. Eyes rolling, tongue lapping at the air, the doe stirred her guts. 


As she came down, her fingers  explored her favorite hole. Never before had she felt so deeply there, or with so many digits. Clarity returned, her heart rate slowed to its normal pace. Still, she continued digging in her back door. No longer questing for gratification, Autumn played with her tailhole like a child's toy. The slimy tunnel felt smooth and warm on her fingers. Curious what the penetration must have looked like, the fawn carefully dismounted her bed. Contorted, keeping her fingers firmly planted in her ass, she shuffled back to her desk. Hitting the record button on her phone, she placed it on the floor. Squatting over the camera, she diddled her relaxed tailhole. Fingers twisting, curling, spreading, she recorded her exploration. With her free paw, she lifted one cheek, fingers withdrew from her bum, the other cheek was spread. The room tone echoed in her wide, gaping ass. Gasping at the screen, she saw inside her own tailhole. Dark pink, the vessels stood out as a spiderweb of red. Clear lube clung to her walls, pulsing with each breath. The ring began to close. She flexed, winking at the camera, her tailhole returned to its baseline briefly, before relaxing, open just enough to admit a single finger without touching her walls. She reached in, with an index finger from each paw, and pulled herself back open. On the screen below she saw her slackened ring distort. She pulled the fingers from herself, rising up and looking over her shoulder. She winked at the lens, one eye closed as the other opened, fingers spread in a V as the fawn stuck out her tongue. 


Autumn hurried back to her bed, drying her paws on the towel, before rushing to get to her phone to save the lurid clip. She stood in her room, reviewing the footage. Amazed at what she'd gotten her young body to do, the fawn smiled. She giggled at her cute farewell, her belly shook. The wave of pressure causing the air, trapped by her overzealous stuffing, escaped. She cringed at the loud, wet, sound. 


"Eeew, gross!" She exclaimed, as rivulets of lube came out, threatening to run down her legs. Embarrassed, the fawn hobbled towards the bathroom, wrapping her toys in the towel on the way. Autumn sat on the toilet while her mother's toys bathed in the sink. More lube and crude noises were expelled, safely into the porcelain. She peed quickly, wincing as she dried herself. The coarse, dry paper abraded her tender bits.  Running another pawfull over the tailhole she grimaced, the soft flesh yielding, her paper-covered fingertips dipping inside. The unusual sensation made her queasy. "Did I break it?" She asked, wondering if she'd ever have a normal trip to the washroom again.  


Finally, her fur, and her mother's secrets dry, she left the water closet. Her phone alarm called her to action, Autumn runshed back to her room. Looking at the discarded nightgown, her shoulder shrugged.
"Why not, it's cute, and hella comfortable". Pulling the undersized nightie over her head, she paused, blushing. 
"I should probably wear some panties, though." The thought of her father seeing her bare bottom crept into her mind. 


She picked a turquoise pair of boyshorts. They not only covered what the old nightdress didn't, they sealed in the smell of sex that was eminating from her groin. Turning in her mirror, the tight pantaloons accentuated her voluptuous buns. She only admired herself briefly, before having to conceal her afternoon of illicit acts. 


On the other side of town, a silver Mercedes SUV pulled into the gravel lot. The shared parking for a liquor store, barber shop, and Mikey's Pizzeria.


💦🌶️🦌 INCOMING MESSAGE 🦌🌶️💦
Hi there, Zee here, so what do you think of our horny little whitetail? Yeah, a real piece of work, this one, just wait until you meet her mother. You'll get to do that too if you stick around the next installment: "Autumn's Evening". Buckle up for incest everyone, nothing too crazy but some mother-daughter fun time. I think it's rather wholesome, actually, and really fills in some backstory. Who am I kidding, if you're still reading you're here for the same reason I am. Butt stuff! And don't you worry, Autumn isn't the only butt slut in this universe. BTW if any of you can draw half as well as I can write, I'd love some illustrations to flesh out, uhh things.  I still need to commission character refs as well. So long for now! -Ze'ev 


P.S. If any of you notice errors, leave a comment. Constructive criticism welcomed.


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