Bet
The tension grew. Every step echoed in the silence of the abandoned shack. The panther rested a paw cautiously, the damp wood squeaking shrilly. The panther's breathing could be seen in the depth of the night, barely illuminated by the rays of light streaming through the broken window of the west wing. A hissing sound that seemed to come from all sides announced the end, the requiem of the damned. The panther turned to see the machete hurtling toward his head. The spurt of blood stained the walls and ran up to the cobweb-covered chandelier.
"Ha!" My cousin laughed, I was so lost in the movie that her reaction made me jump off the couch. "I told you the panther would die first, panthers always die first in these 80s movies!"
That a maned wolf would freak out with so little was embarrassing.
I stood up, pretended my stumble had never happened, and replied, "Shit, I thought it was going to be the female. Well, you won, what do I do?"
Naty put her index finger to her chin and looked up at the ceiling. A Machiavellian grin broke out on her face, the kind that let you see all the way to her back teeth. Then I knew I was fucked.
The next morning I kept my promise, because I may have many faults, but breaking a vow is not one of them. I undressed in front of her as there are no secrets or shame between us. I am also not afraid to admit that we had sex sometimes. She handed me a pair of pink panties that looked dangerously close to dental floss. As she pulled them up, I knew how tight they would feel, and I was right. My balls were leaking out the sides. If one went into the panties, the other was free. Finally Naty helped me. Luckily, having a sheath made the other part easier. The advantages of being a canine. Then came the skirt. It was white and faded to pink at the bottom. Fishnet stockings, not the kind sluts wear, something more discreet. Red heels...for a moment I was tempted to click my heels three times and see if that would get me back to Kansas and avoid the bet. A pretty tight t-shirt. I don't have very long hair, but it comes down to my shoulders. Naty made it look beautiful and girly, I don't know how. Then false eyelashes, makeup, a silver necklace and snap-on earrings. It was amazing to see the ordeal women go through every day to look pretty. But all the fiddling, the trial and error, and the smile on her face when she found the right outfit made me think it was worth it, that it was like building yourself. She put on the finishing touches, smiled, and handed me a mirror...
"Shit," I cursed, looking so feminine.
In truth, I always have been. The way I walk, the way I cross my legs when I sit, my height, the way I move my hands, the way I laugh, talk, or startle. In high school, I had to make a real effort not to be mistaken for a female by strangers. I had to wear loose clothes, preferably with some stains, I had to mess up my hair or cut it to zero, I had to speak in a thicker voice even though it hurt my throat. Many people called me 'mannered wolf'. When I started college this year, I got rid of that complex a bit, but part of me still wants to show how masculine I am.
"And remember, 24 hours."
"Yeah, yeah."
Naty reached over and kissed me on the cheek.
"You look beautiful."
I ignored her and stumbled out of the house. The heels were uncomfortable, but I soon got used to them. I could feel the pressure of the panties on my poor balls, yearning to breathe free, but my cousin knew how to position them so they didn't escape to either side.
For a moment it seemed that all eyes were on me, judging me, but the feeling disappeared after two blocks. I finally arrived at the university. Since I had just turned 18 and had started studying two or three weeks earlier, no one had had time to get to know me. And I am very introverted, so that would help to make sure that no one noticed me.
Before classes started, the first problem was the bathroom. The male bathroom was to my right and the female to my left. And there I was, standing there, not knowing what to do. I had to pee, but I was embarrassed to enter mine, and I felt the other one was forbidden territory.
"Hmm," came a groan from behind me, "are you gonna go in?"
It was one of my classmates! Wasn't she going to say something? She stepped forward, opened the door, grabbed my hand and pulled me into the female bathroom as she concluded, "There's no one there, come on. You must be new to be so shy."
The lack of urinals was no surprise, nor was the state of cleanliness. I went into a stall and peed sitting down so as not to arouse suspicion. Then it took me almost a minute to get my balls back in place. Was it strange to admit that the whole situation turned me on? I had never done anything so daring before.
The rest of the day went by without much of a shock. No one in Art History recognized me, as I had expected. Neither did my classmates in Intro to Philosophy. The only one who might have noticed was my friend Ruaha, but she didn't had class that day.
Since I had a foreign language workshop, I stayed until nightfall. I arrived at the bus stop after the bus had left, all because of the heels that made it difficult for me to walk. I was alone. Who knows when another bus would come along. Anyway, I had no choice but to wait. I thought about my day. It really hadn't been as bad as I thought it would be. I thought I'd be made fun of, and that being such an introvert would destroy my self-esteem as a teenager who doesn't yet understand that he's legally an adult, but no. The summer breeze crept up my skirt and felt cool against my bare knees. Maybe the only downside was the lack of pockets, at least the purse Naty had given me matched the shirt pretty well. What was I saying? Soccer, wrestling, video games!
Not a soul on the street. The university was a bit away from downtown, so missing the bus meant maybe half an hour of absolute solitude, unless there were some other unfortunates. Apparently that was the case, because within 5 or 10 minutes of my arrival I felt heavy footsteps approaching. A guy in his mid-thirties deposited his massive weight on the bench next to me and sighed in exhaustion. I wanted to move my ass to the side because our butts were touching, but the bench was too narrow. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, trying not to let him notice because I wanted to avoid any kind of conversation. He was a ram with black wool, huge horns, and a massive body, like Gregor Clegane from Game of Thrones. You could tell he had muscles, but not the bodybuilder kind, just the real kind that gives a man who flaunts them a certain paunch. He ran the back of his hand over his forehead and I noticed the sweat stain under his armpit. The smell flooded my nostrils and made me swallow saliva. Feeling my gaze, he stared at me and raised an eyebrow. I straightened my head quickly and grimaced. My shoulders were tense.
"Will it take long?" he asked casually.
"I don't know," I replied without looking at him, "about twenty minutes, hopefully."
He sighed. I felt his breath on the side of my head. He looked at me. No, no, no.
"You study at the university, right?"
"Hum, yes..."
"That's nice. I started a career some time ago, but I didn't follow it. I needed money, and even though the universities are public, studying is still expensive. Photocopies, supplies, travel. I don't regret it, ya know. But I always wondered what would've happened if I had graduated. Of course, I always thought the girls here were very beautiful. And you just confirmed that for me."
I blushed and swallowed my saliva. For a moment I thought he was talking to himself until he added that. Should I tell him that I'm not a girl, or would that offend him?
"T...thank you."
What could I do to avoid this awkwardness? I made the mistake of looking at him for a moment, and we made eye contact. His golden iris was interrupted by his pipils, which looked like two minus signs. He made a pronounced smirk. I looked away once more.
"Hey, I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable. It's just that I have no filter and my mouth is faster than my brain."
Something about the way he said it conveyed a lot of pain and empathy to me.
"No, it's okay. It's just... I'm not used to getting compliments."
"How is that possible? I'm serious, you're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. Are you going to a blind college?"
The comment made me giggle. I covered my muzzle with my hand to keep him from noticing my smile. I took a deep breath, plucked myself up, and looked at him.
"It feels good to get compliments."
"Even from someone like me?"
"Especially from someone like you."
He opened his eyes wide. Then I understood what I had just said and stood up. What the hell was wrong with me?
"Uhh, I shouldn't have... I... I... I didn't..."
"It's okay," he tapped the bench with his hand, motioning for me to sit down, "I like you. My name is Field."
"Ibera," I said as I sat down. It was an unusual name, so it could be used regardless of gender.
We talked about movies, about life, about death, about the soul. In the distance we saw two lights. It was the bus. I stood on my paw, but he didn't.
"It won't take me. I have to wait for the 32."
I looked at the small illuminated sign with the 48b glowing crimson, sighed and sat down again.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm in no hurry."
The light faded, taking the words with it. We looked at each other before the darkness consumed us, and our lips met briefly. When we parted, I licked and tasted the salty tang of his sweat. Then he stepped forward and kissed me again, wetter, more passionate. His hand found shelter on my thigh and slowly began to move up. No! I had to stop him, but how? The tip of my penis poked out of my sheath and easily escaped the prison of my panties. I was very nervous. The tickle of his hand stroking my fur, the other hand reaching under my t-shirt and slowly moving up to my non-existent breasts. I tried to pull away, but my whole body was pressed against the wall of the stop. And he was all over me.
"What the fuck?"
He stopped and stepped back, watching my erection, my penis pulling up my skirt like a tent. I lifted one leg and covered my face with my hands. Then I started to cry. I don't know why, when I barely knew him, when it was obvious that this would happen. And why should I care what he thought? If I'm not a girl, if this was nothing more than a bet. But yes, I cared.
He reached over and took my hand, pulling it away from my face, then stared into my eyes and wiped my cheek with his forefinger.
"I'm a fool, I shouldn't have reacted like that. It's just, I was surprised."
"No, I'm the fool, I'm a mannered and stupid man," I said aloud, still crying.
He put one hand on the side of my face, then the other, so I couldn't escape his kiss, then put his forehead on mine. Our eyes were so close that for a moment I thought I could see into his heart.
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met."
Without giving me time to think, he kissed me again. His tongue slipped into my mouth without permission and caressed mine passionately. His hand continued its search for my most sensitive parts. One found my nipple and rubbed it gently, while the other pulled down my panties and fondled my balls. My penis began to dribble. It was almost out of the knot.
"Wait," I said, pushing him away.
He looked annoyed until he understood what I was doing: I took off his sweaty shirt and started sniffing him. First his neck, then my snout moved down to his massive chest and settled on his armpits. Why did I like his smell so much?
"You know where you can keep sniffing, pretty girl?"
He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans and boxers at the same time, leaving them just above his knees. There they were, those hairy balls, that penis, now fearlessly growing, twice the size of mine. So wide that my thumb couldn't reach my middle finger when I stroked it. As I masturbated him, my snout rested on his balls and I sniffed hard. That was enough for my knot to finally come out of the sheath. The pre was falling from the tip of his penis onto my hand as it moved up and down. His breathing was getting louder and his smell was much stronger. This time it wasn't just sweat, it was that indescribable aroma of sex that awakens our wildest, most animalistic and least rational side. And it got wild, because suddenly he grabbed me hard by the back of my head and guided my mouth to the tip of his penis. Maybe I should have kept my hair long - a ponytail would have been welcome at that moment. My tongue caressed the tip of his cock, carrying with it every slimy trace of pre-cum it could find. He grew impatient and pushed my head, forcing the smelly, stringy cock into my mouth. I didn't put up much resistance, I hadn't had much experience satisfying men, except for a few occasions with my father, so letting him take over seemed like the sensible thing to do. Nonsense, at that moment I couldn't think about what was the most sensible thing to do, I could only feel. And it felt so good.
My head was bobbing up and down, my saliva was dripping and wetting his balls and then turning into a transparent thread that reached down to the ground. Every movement was accompanied by a 'ghuu ghu ghu ghuu' as I tried not to choke on the huge chunk of cock ramming down my throat. My hand went to my own rocket, ready to launch, when he noticed and stopped me, smiling. He let go of the back of my head and pulled my mouth away from his cock. I wiped the saliva as best I could with my forearm.
"Why did you stop?"
Without answering, he grabbed my waist and lifted me up like I was a feather. Oh no, was he about to...? He positioned me just above his hip and slowly lowered me down. His penis hit my left buttock and deflected. He repeated the process until the tip, lubricated with my saliva, kissed my nervous ass, which tightened even more. He lowered me down.
"If you don't push, this will hurt, pretty girl."
I placed my hands on his shoulders, looked him in the eyes, and began to push. The tip went inside. Then the rest, little by little, went in further and deeper. It helped that I had some practice, I'd always liked to play with my own ass, so it wasn't the first time. Although it had always been with dildos or other objects, like cucumbers. But this... this was completely different. It seemed like no matter how much I put it in, it would never end. He got tired of playing and grabbed the back of my legs, lifted me up a bit and then pushed me down. I let out a hnng! from the effort. He repeated the action, a little up, then down, a little higher, a little lower. I felt a thrust and a drop of semen escaped from my throbbing lipstick. With the next thrust, another drop of semen. I didn't realize how loud I was moaning, I could only feel pleasure.
A few minutes later, the thrusts became more leisurely. Eventually he lifted me so high that his cock was about to come out of my ass, but before that happened he grabbed my neck with one hand, my hips with the other, and forced me to sit up, shoving every last millimeter of his veiny meat into me. And he came. His dick pulsed, expanding and contracting, releasing spurts and spurts of cum in my guts. Then he looked at me again, mouth open and breathing hard. I was exhausted too, though I hadn't come, not yet. He looked at my lipstick, pulsating and begging for relief, and took pity. Barely touching me was enough to bring me to orgasm. Two spurts of cum fell onto his stomach and slid gracefully down to the base of his penis. When he went flaccid, he lifted me up and a white stream escaped from my ass.
The details of how I made it home are not very interesting, but eventually the bus came. I had to ride standing up, and the few passengers on board noticed the smell of cum washing over us and sighed nasty words, but we didn't care.
The next morning, Naty found me in her wardrobe.
“Hey, can I borrow this dress? I think it would look very good on me.”
She smiled. I wonder if the bet was really an excuse to show me what she knew and I didn't want to admit, or if I had simply won by losing it. Oh, who cares?