0 comments/ 43352 views/ 14 favorites A Tale of a Tail By: Cal Y. Pygia Note: This short story alludes to characters and situations in my novel The Sarah Owens Story, which includes an alternate ending (Chapter 23) to its original conclusion (Chapter 22). This story assumes that the novel ends with Chapter 22, rather than with its alternate ending. Although this story could be developed into a series, chances are that it will remain but a single, stand-alone narrative. * * * It had all started with a tail. Or, rather, a butt plug. Actually, it had started with Sarah Owens' part-time job in an adult book store. As soon as she'd graduated from South Catholic High School, Sarah had enrolled at the local community college. She lived at home with her father, Max, with whom, even before his wife (and Sarah's mother), Marlene, had left him (and Sarah) for another woman, Sarah had become a mistress. Living at home helped Sarah financially--college, she found, was very expensive--but, even with a college loan, she found she needed a part-time job to help her to offset expenses, even though she already had a full-time, paid position as her alma mater's assistant coach-cum-mascot. Her dad, who'd become a multi-millionaire supplying athletic equipment to South Catholic and other high schools, had offered to pay her college expenses, but Sarah wanted to pay her own way through school. Adult Book World was hiring, and it was located halfway between her residence and the college campus. Because of Sarah's strong interest in sex in all its varieties, the location of the emporium had seemed providential. She'd applied, and she'd been hired on the spot. Her oral communication skills--she'd sucked the manager's cock, letting him cum in her mouth, and swallowed his seed--had landed her the position, she felt sure. It was while clerking in the store that she'd seen the butt plug. A customer had bought it. Normally, Sarah tied not to engage customers or to be engaged by them in conversation beyond a modicum of small talk. A lot of the store's customers were more than a little creepy looking, and she didn't want to encourage any of them to regard her as anyone other than the clerk who took their money, made change, and bagged their purchases. She especially didn't want to encourage any of them to ask her for a date or, worse, wait for her to get off work and follow her to school or home or otherwise stalk her ass. Intrigued by the butt plug, though, she'd decided that an exception to her policy was in order. Besides, the customer wasn't some dude in a stained tee shirt and ragged jeans, but a beautiful and sexy brunette. Although it had the same, sleek and sexy, conical shape as many of the other butt plugs that the store offered for sale, it was much larger than most of its counterparts. It also had a feature that none of the others had. A metal ring--brass, from the look of it--was fastened to its flared base. "Why the ring?" Sarah had asked. The customer, a sleek and sexy young woman whose shape was more like that of an hourglass than a cone and was not in the least creepy looking, had smiled at Sarah. "It's for attachments," she'd said, with a wink that made Sarah blush. "For accessories, I guess you might say." Sarah, blushing even more deeply, had gulped. "Accessories?" "Streamers, balloons, strings of lights, glow-in-the-dark tubes, or whatever." Sarah had gulped again. "Wow." The customer had gazed into Sarah's wide blue eyes. "Have you ever had the pleasure of using a plug?" she'd asked. "Yes," Sarah had admitted, blushing again. She'd used--and still used--a massive plug to anchor a three-foot-long tail inside her rectum when she dressed as her former high school's lioness mascot, she'd explained to the customer. "Wow," the brunette had replied. "That's hot." The customer had advised Sarah that she herself had a collection of animal tails at home and the costumes to go with them. "Maybe we can get together some time at my place, so you can try them on for size," she'd suggested. "That would be fun," Sarah had replied, and they'd exchanged telephone numbers. The next night, the brunette, whose name was Gail Drake, called Sarah, and they'd arranged to get together at Gail's apartment between Sarah's morning shift at Adult Book World and her afternoon classes at the community college. * * * Gail had collected a dozen costumes, and all of them, Sarah thought, were lovely. "Try one on," her hostess invited her. She chuckled. "Hell, try all of them on, if you like. Meanwhile, if you don't mind, I'll change into something a little more comfortable." Sarah selected a puppy outfit. Realistic looking, it was cute as hell, she thought. While Sarah donned the costume, stepping into its legs, stuffing her arms up its sleeves, which ended in doggy paws, and pulling the hood, which was equipped with floppy ears, over her blonde locks, Gail had gotten into something more comfortable, all right: her birthday suit! Sarah wasn't much surprised to see her newfound friend in the altogether. Gail had invited her to her apartment to do more than simply try on a few animal costumes, Sarah was pretty certain. Her hostess' nudity seemed to verify the former cheerleader's suspicions. That Gail had such intentions were fine with Sarah. After all, Gail wasn't some sleazy, bleary-eyed dude with a day's growth of beard, acne-pitted skin, and bad breath; she was a lovely young woman with Bambi eyes; Cupie-pie doll's lips; firm, high, round breasts; long, shapely legs; and a tight, compact ass. Her pussy was shaved, too, just the way Sarah liked them. Max didn't mind if his daughter had a girlfriend on the side, and, at the moment, the blonde was between female lovers. "Zip me?" Sarah asked. Although the zipper for the puppy costume was in its front, the paws made it difficult for Sarah to zip it herself. "Happy to help," Gail said, stepping close to her guest, "any way I can." She tugged the zipper up, to Sarah's throat, and, leaning in, kissed the blonde on her full, soft lips. Their mouths opened, and they explored one another's oral cavities with their respective tongues. A strand of saliva connected them after they parted. Sarah chuckled, breaking the thin line of spittle between them. "You're so juicy!" she quipped. "You, too," Gail replied, giggling. "Help me with my tail?" "Sure, sweetie." Sarah had purchased a ringed butt plug of her own. For sanitary reasons, it was best not to share a plug unless it was washed between each partner's use of it and the appliance was covered with a condom, and Sarah had thought such precautions too awkward and time consuming, so she'd bought a plug of her own (although she'd certainly wash her plug after she'd used it before reinserting into her rectum on future occasions). Now, as Sarah knelt, dropping to her elbows, with her knees parted and her buttocks spread to facilitate Gail's access to her anus, the brunette lubricated both Sarah's plug, which was blue to contrast with Gail's own pink plug, making each plug identifiable on sight as its respective owner's property, and the blonde's asshole. Sarah felt the sleek object push past the inward-curving cheeks of her ass, parting the firm cushions. In a moment, the smooth, rounded tip of the plug met the stout resistance of Sarah's anal sphincter, and the tapering object stopped its forward progress. However, Gail shoved more firmly, twisting and turning the plug, and the tip of the lustrous cone thrust through the circle of Sarah's anus, disappearing inside her bottom. Sarah frowned, gritting her teeth. The plug was big. She'd known that, of course, even before she'd bought it, seeing it in its clear plastic container on the store's shelf. According to the package in which it had come, Sarah's model was 3.5 inches long; at its widest circumference, the tapering cone measured 6.5 inches; and the waist--the slenderer portion that connected the body to the flared base--was 2.0 inches thick. As Gail continued to force the plug forward, Sarah's fluttering asshole relaxed, the sphincter opening to accept the invader. Gail shoved the object deeper, until the largest portion of the stopper eased through her guest's loosened anus and passed into the blonde's rectum. Sarah felt the soft bristles of the two-foot-long puppy's tail shake and brush between her ass cheeks. They tickled, most delightfully, and Sarah giggled. "Now, you look like a true bitch," Gail announced, "with one exception." "The muzzle?" Sarah anticipated. "Exactly." The puppy's muzzle--mouth, nose, and jaws--was also fashioned of latex, covered with faux fur, and attached to a latex prong that ended in a ball, just as did the lioness muzzle that Sarah wore when she was dressed as South Catholic's mascot. A leather strap was also attached to the sides of the muzzle. Lowering Sarah's hood, Gail inserted the ball gag into Sarah's mouth, passed the muzzle's strap behind the blonde's head, and fastened the strap's Velcro-covered ends. The muzzle securely in place, Gail raised Sarah's hood again and fastened it together under her chin. "You're dressed," Gail observed. "In fact, you're too well dressed!" She reached below Sarah's chest and pulled the circular coverings from the cutouts over her friend's breasts, and tugged Sarah's tits down, through the openings, so that the blonde's boobs hung free. That's exactly how my lioness costume is designed, Sarah wanted to tell Gail, but the ball gag in her mouth prevented her from speaking. Next, Sarah felt a tug from behind, and her buttocks, perineum, and pussy were exposed as Gail snatched away the Velcro-lined patch that had covered these parts of her puppy's anatomy. The lioness costume also had this same tear-away feature. Sarah wondered whether all erotic animal costumes had such removable coverings. She doubted it. Maybe, she thought, it was only the more expensive ones that featured such features. Gail buckled a leather choke-collar around Sarah's neck and attached a leash in the form of a chrome-plated chain. She gave the leash a jerk, and Sarah felt her throat tighten. Although the pressure wasn't painful, it was strong enough to choke her, and, denied breath for several seconds as Gail kept the pressure on, Sarah felt panic flood her soul; she also felt her pussy flood with wetness, from the excitement that had ensued her loss of breath. Gail loosened the pressure around Sarah's throat. "Now, your transformation's complete, bitch," Gail announced, smiling at the human puppy. Her tone had taken on a different tone, imperious and edged with cruelty. "Heel, girl!" Gail commanded, tugging lightly at the leash. Sarah fell in behind her new mistress, scurrying forward on her hands--or front paws--and her knees, keeping apace. Gail led Sarah across the bedroom carpet and down the hallway, which was bare hardwood and, therefore, hard on the knees. Nevertheless, Sarah scampered over the burnished floor, without hesitation or slowing her pace, so that she kept up with her mistress. Through an arched doorway, the hardwood floor gave way to wall-to-wall carpeting as Gail led her puppy through the living room and into the kitchen. The tile floor was hard beneath Sarah's hands and knees, but she scrabbled across its surface to the aluminum bowls that had been set out, on the floor, before a corner formed by the counters' built-in dishwasher and stove. "Sit!" Gail ordered, and Sarah plopped onto her exposed buttocks. The tile was cold against her bare flesh. Her pussy released more of its lubricating fluids. Gail filled one of the dog dishes with raw meat--sushi from the look and scent of it, Sarah thought. Gail also poured water into the other bowl. "Is puppy hungry?" she cooed. Sarah raised her paws, panting through the latex muzzle. "Doggy's tail isn't wagging," Gail observed. "By tightening and loosening your asshole and flexing your buttocks, you can make your doggy tail wag." Sarah followed her mistress' instructions, and she was delighted to find that her puppy's tail did, indeed, wag. It seemed that the designers had engineered the appliance to respond to the wearer's anal and gluteal contractions. "Good girl!" Gail praised Sarah, and the college student felt a surge of pleasure at having pleased her mistress. "Are you hungry, girl?" Gail asked, in the singsong baby talk mode of speech that she employed for Sarah's benefit. Sarah whined, wagging her tail again. Gail tossed back Sarah's hood and removed the muzzle covering the blonde's mouth. "Go ahead, then, and eat your food," she said. Sarah dashed forward, sliding the last several inches across the tile floor, and thrust her face into the cold sushi, gobbling it down by snatching chunks and swallowing them almost without chewing. Then, she lapped water from the other bowl. As soon as Sarah finished eating the raw fish and lapping up the water, Gail replaced the muzzle and lowered the hood. "You're a good little bitch," she said, in her lilting voice, and Sarah wagged her tail. "Now that you've been fed and watered, there's something you can do for me," she announced. Sarah wagged her tail. Tugging on the leash, Gail turned her puppy and led the bitch back through the kitchen, through the living room, and down the hallway to the bedroom. She removed the leash and hung it on a peg inside the bedroom's walk-in closet. Again lowering Sarah's hood, Gail removed the muzzle and set it aside. She sat at the foot of her bed, the backs of her knees against the edge of the mattress, and lay back, with her creamy thighs spread wide. Her hands came to her breasts, and she pinched and stroked and flicked her nipples. "They say a dog is a man's best friend, but I've found canines to be more sympathetic to the needs and desires of women," she said, as if talking to herself. Sarah knew that Gail's words were meant for her, though, and she also understood the import or them. She scampered forward, sniffed loudly at her mistress' moist pussy, and pressed her nose into the tender furrow. "Ah!" Gail moaned. Sarah licked the cleft in the soft, shaved mound between her mistress' thighs, her tongue making long, wet strokes with each pass. "Uh!" Gail groaned. Her hand found the back of Sarah's head, and the brunette scratched the blonde behind her ear. "You're such a good little bitch." Sarah licked more fervently at Gail's twat, which filled to overflowing with the dark-haired woman's juices. "Good doggy," Gail said. Sarah nuzzled her mistress' erect clitoris. Inside its fleshly hood, the nub was thick and swollen, but Sarah's saliva and the lubricating fluids of Gail's cunt reduced friction to near zero. Licking Gail's pussy was like licking rose petals spangled with dew. After delivering fifty or so rapid flicks of her tongue to her lover's clitoris, Sarah again lapped at Gail's quim, enjoying the face full of wetness that she received in return. Her tongue glided between the sopping lips of the brunette's cunt, plowing deep into the abyss within the slick labia. Gail gasped as the pleasure building within her loins rocked her, a tsunami risen, as it were, from her depths. She groaned, gasped again, and cried out, her firm-soft thighs slamming against the sides of Sarah's face before opening again to flex in quick scissoring movements. Sarah intensified her licks, flicking her tongue fast and hard against Gail's stiff clitoris, stroking the brunette's pussy and licking kissing her mistress' slippery labia before returning to Gail's swollen bud of flesh, to twirl the tip of her tongue about it and to buffet the hood within which it bulged. Crying out, Gail again slammed her thighs against the sides of Sarah's face, and they stayed there, increasing their pressure. Sarah, loving the feel of the sleek flesh, backed by the firm muscles of her lover's thighs, sucked the juices from Gail's pussy, swallowing the lubricant as if it were a drink reserved for goddesses alone. After Gail climaxed half a dozen times more, she was too exhausted to have her pet continue, and she bade her puppy to desist. Sarah would like to have stayed longer at Gail's apartment, but she didn't want to miss her afternoon classes. The young women made a date to get together for more fun and games. After all, Sarah had tried on only one of the dozen erotic animal costumes in Gail's collection, and the blonde wanted to wear them all--several times, in fact. Gail had brought out the animal in the former cheerleader, and not all the costumes in the brunette's closet represented tame pets. Wild beasts were included among the outfits, including a gorilla, a wildebeest, a warthog, and others. Sarah wanted to become all of them, to wear their costumes as a second skin. She wanted to embrace the beast within herself. She wanted both to whimper and to howl. . . .