"Teasing you?" Cynthia asked, running a single finger up her cock.
"I think I'm bisexual now, and that nighty has got to be the sexiest thing you own. I know you wore it on purpose."
"Guilty as charged," she smiled, stood, and opened up her nightstand. Inside there were all sorts of condoms of all sorts of different shapes and sizes. She glanced back at Summer's cock and rummaged around. "Are you contagious?"
"No way." Summer said confidently.
Cynthia closed the drawer.
"Good, well,l I'm on birth control so I guess we won't need any of those."
With that, she pressed her pointer finger into Summer's chest and guided her back onto the bed. Summer laid down on her back, and watched Cynthia crawl over her with a predatory look in her eyes.
"First, I just have to taste you." She bent down, grasped Summer's dick, stuck out her tongue, and ran it all the way from the strained sheath to the pointed tip. She lapped at Summer's sensitive urethra, taking sticky pearls of precum into her mouth as they formed.
"Mmmm delicious." She said, with half-lidded eyes. She puckered her lips and gave her dick a few slow, deep kisses. Then she planted one right on the end and pressed forward, spearing her mouth onto the throbbing shaft. Summer closed her eyes and sighed with contentment as Cynthia performed a truly expert blowjob. She took the dick deep into her throat, used her tongue perfectly, avoided her teeth. It made Summer doubt her own oral sex talents. She knew just how to increase and decrease the intensity such that Summer stayed just on the edge of orgasm. She kept one hand wrapped as far around the base of her shaft as her small fingers could manage. The other one caressed Summer's balls and taint, sending electric prickles up her shaft as ran through the sensitive fur.
Finally, just when Summer was about to beg for release, Cynthia pulled her head off of her penis with a slurping sound. She wiped away little strings of precum and saliva that ran between her lips and Summer's dick.
"Mm. Not bad at all."
She used the extra lubrication to stroke up and down Summer's cock a couple times and reach down between her own legs to rub herself. The room started to smell of sex.
Cynthia pulled Summer's cock up so that it was pointing to the ceiling. It was a stretch but it wasn't uncomfortable. Then she straddled Summer's legs and got up onto her knees. "How much of this cock do you think I could take?" She asked, pressing it against her nighty. She pulled up skirt so Summer could see the glistening slit nestled between her legs. The tip of her dick reached a few inches beyond it. "This much?" She she lowered herself down a couple of inches. "Maybe this much?" She lowered herself again. If she was just a couple inches forward Summer would have been nine inches deep inside her. "I'm feeling pretty ambitious. . .". She let Summer's cock go and it slapped down between her breasts, shooting a jet of fluid onto her chin.
With that, Cynthia crawled up Summer's body, mussing up the fur that she had just painstakingly brushed. She lifted her nighty over her head, letting her generous breasts bounce free. The looked just like Summer imagined. She lowered herself down so that her labia touched the length of Summer's shaft. Then, without breaking contact, she leaned forward and slid herself up to the tip of the dick and down onto it. Summer gasped as she entered another person for the first time. Cynthia's insides felt so hot and tight. She could feel little pinpricks as the stubble on her outer lips rubbed against her shaft. Slowly, Cynthia lowered herself down onto Summer's cock. Occasionally she stopped and pulled out a bit, but then continued to take Summer deeper and deeper within herself. The farther she got, the tighter her entrance became.
Summer thrusted. Cynthia gasped, and rotated her hips. Summer moaned. All other thoughts melted away as the two explored the experience of their coupling. Cynthia clenched and pulled at the dick inside her. Summer reached up and groped the breasts bouncing in front of her. Cynthia started to work of a rhythm as she rode Summer's dick. Back and forth, tight and loose, hot and cold. Summer had never felt anything like it before. It was just so much easier than sex as a woman. She wanted to be deep inside, and it didn't hurt or feel uncomfortable at all. She had to be careful not to hurt her partner, but that made her feel powerful. She wished it could last forever.
Cynthia stopped rocking back and forth and leaned forward so her tits pressed into Summer's. Then she went in for the kiss. Summer could taste the leftover pre from the blowjob she had given earlier. She pressed her longer, thicker tongue into Cynthia's mouth as she bucked her hips and started thrusting into her. Cynthia moaned around the beastial tongue that wrapped around her own. To Summer, Cynthia was nothing more than a twitching, gasping fucktoy.
Finally, Summer felt an intense heat and pressure growing in her dick. Her vision blurred as pure ecstasy overtook her. With one final mighty thrust, she drove herself deep into Cynthia. Her balls drew up, and a moment later, she came. Cynthia threw back her head and opened her mouth in a silent scream of pleasure. The sensation of cumming was familiar, but gone was the feeling of spurt after spurt of cum slapping against her chest. It was all being pumped deep inside the pussy that was stretched around her cock.
Cynthia held that pose, Summer eight or nine inches inside of her, for a few moments before she pulled herself off of Summer and rolled over to lay beside her. Pearly cum poured out of her pussy with a audible plopping sound. She took a deep breath and let it loose.
"Whew! That was amazing."
Summer flexed a muscle in her abdomen and pulled her softening shaft back into its sheath.
"Yeah," she sighed.
It wasn't the last time they fucked that night. They watched TV, chatted, and napped in the downtimes between their lovemaking sessions. Summer wasn't proud that she was doing this with Cynthia, and she much preferred it when she wasn't talking. Still, her intense guilt about cheating on Alex had been replaced with a wistful ache of missed opportunity that was much easier to handle. It wasn't a very emotionally fulfilling night, but it was at least pleasurable, and it was certainly much better than sitting at home alone.
Chapter Seven
Today was the big day. Summer would give her big speech to the entire student body, accept the Presidential honors, and disappear from campus life. Last month she had planned out an entire outfit just for this event, but today she was putting on the mess of layers that she had slowly developed over the course of her change. She recited her speech from memory as she got dressed, practicing her voice just as much as her memorization of the words. The timbre was much more resonant than it had been, but she had no idea to fix it. She would just tell everyone she had a cold.
This was the last time that she had to pass as a non-mutant, but it was also going to be the most difficult time to pull off. The changes across the rest of her body seemed to be coming to their end, but her head was just getting into the thick of it. She looked totally different than she had yesterday. Her muzzle was much longer. Her nose had turned up and gone black, and the mask pressed directly against her nostrils and barely covered it. Her eyes were noticeably bigger and darker. She had finally achieved the doe-like eyes look she had always wanted, or perhaps buck-like was more appropriate. Either way, they were certainly not human looking anymore, so she grabbed a pair of bugeye sunglasses to cover them.
The rest of her had had changed shape too. Her neck was thicker, longer, and furrier. Nothing that the scarf couldn't cover. Her antlers were longer, but her forehead was shallower, so her red wide-brimmed hat still fit. Her ears were fully-formed deer ears now, complete with thick cords of muscle around the bases that swiveled them reflexively toward the smallest sound. She wrapped a second, thinner scarf around her head to keep them in place. There were still a few small slivers of skin visible around the sunglasses, and they were the only bits of her body that weren't covered in fur.
She skipped all her classes and waited until just before the big assembly to leave her dorm. She felt out of place walking through the campus, like she was a demon that had cast an illusion on everyone so they saw her as Summer. It was difficult to accept that people couldn't see right through her and tell that she wasn't herself at all. No, she was some sort of sex monster that jacks off in women's bathrooms and once came so hard that the girl in the stall next to her complained about a leak in the ceiling. Summer didn't do things like that. She was a nice, pure popular girl.
Students were streaming into the front of the auditorium when she arrived. She discreetly used a side entrance and met up with the rest of the presenters. Becky smiled and waved. A couple administrators asked who she was and seemed taken aback when she explained that she was the student body president. The muffled roar of a thousand voices settling into their seats permeated the room. Eventually the dean left the room, took the stage, and made a brief speech about how much potential everyone had. After him, it was Summer's and Becky's turn to make their speeches.
Summer stood and shuffled through the double doors with Becky following close behind. The auditorium was arranged so that each of the presenters would enter on the opposite side as the stage and pass down a central aisle that ran through the audience. Thousands of eyes were immediately on her. Summer felt more like she was sized up by a pack of wolves than about to accept an award. Students gasped and whispered as she walked past them toward the stage. Her tail strained against her underwear. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to high tail it out there, but she steeled her nerves and stepped up onto the stage. Becky stood just behind her as she took the podium.
