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There were a lot of ways Ashley could imagine spending a Friday night, most of which don’t involve her roommate, Veronica Samson. The strange, oftentimes private girl usually prefers to spend her nights secluded to her own little corner of the apartment, where she writes some weird smut about god knows what. She can tell it’s smut, Veronica’s been open about it any time she asks, about as open as she is with her sexuality.
You see, Veronica’s a raging lesbian. The kind that sees women more as religious idols than people. She’s never dated, never had intentions of dating, but every single part of her living space is built around women in some form or another. Posters, anime figures, even her plushies are either abstract critters or fictional women. Ashley suspects she even transitioned out of this love for women but she’s not sure if that’s problematic to ask, so she keeps it to herself.
The only thing the two have in common is that they moved into the city for college and they both needed a place to stay, thus a bond built on neutrality was born. She recognizes that Ashley is a straight woman, who has no interest in other girls, and Ashley doesn’t bother her about her weird kink stuff. And for awhile this was working pretty well! Until a few weeks ago, at a house party Ashley decided to drag her to as a designated driver, when she hit a few frat bros who were being a little too handsy with her cane. As they walked to the car, Ashley remarked that she owed her big time. And after some rather intense writer’s block, Veronica decided to cash in that favor.
“How long do I have to wear this thing on me?” Ashley asks while staring at the muzzle in her hand. She’s already wearing the rest of the uniform provided to her, mainly because it wasn’t remotely as revealing as she expected it to be. A puffy brown coat with a tank top underneath and some jeans. The only thing that raises an eyebrow is the specifications to not wear a bra. Oh and the muzzle of course. She’s not really sure what kind of kink Veronica’s going for, but she’s been around long enough to recognize it is a kink. “You’re not gonna take pictures or something are you? No offense but I don’t exactly trust you with pictures of me.”
Veronica, on the other hand, is wearing her usual long beige trench coat covering her entire body in an mysterious silhouette. Her simple black cane rests in easy reaching distance. She has long, slightly greasy brown hair down to her shoulders she needs to constantly move out of the way of her glasses. When she hears the question, a smirk rises on her face and she reaches into a brown handbag she placed next to her on the couch. Pulling out a pen and a notebook.
“Not to worry Ashy my dear, photography is not my chosen means of capturing the essence of the feminine form. All I need for reference is my notebook and pen.” She clicks her pen a few times for emphasis. Ashley’s a little weirded out by the nickname, but she pays it no mind, she can talk to her about it once this temporary model gig is over with. Veronica keeps clicking her pen as she reaches into her bag, pulling out a soda can. “Here, drink this. I don’t know how long this will take but I prefer you didn’t interrupt with something like your thirst. Besides it’s a real pain to get the mask on.”
“Right, sure, whatever.” Ashley takes the can and downs it in a few gulps. It tastes awful, like if someone took sparkling water and slammed some extra crap in there. Maybe an energy drink? Or some niche soda flavor Veronica’s weird enough to enjoy? Either way she doesn’t really get time to focus on that, Veronica begins to carefully fasten the muzzle around her face. “What kind of story is this, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Mechsploitation, more specifically a first person account of a hound in the process of breaking for her Handler, with a major focus on…” Veronica looks into the incredibly confused eyes of Ashley and sighs. “Its like the Winter Soldier, you’ve seen Marvel movies right?”
Ashley nods, a couple guys have dragged her to them, and she liked them more than she’s willing to admit to anyone. “Good, you have that much for reference. Now, we should probably begin, how are you feeling Ashy?”
“It’s uh… kind of scratchy against my face? And sort of heavy, really heavy.” It shouldn’t feel that heavy but over time the weight of the muzzle went from a slight irritation to an overwhelming weight. Like her entire body is exerting it’s energy on keeping it’s head up, the only thoughts entering her mind is the muzzle and the constant clicking from Veronica’s pen.
Click click click click, even when she speaks it clicks at the same pace, the same rhythm. The pen sounds like it’s getting louder too, going from a soft mutter to a pounding drum in her brain. “Interesting, very interesting.” Veronica says and the clicking stops as she takes notes. Ashley feels like she’s emerged from underwater. When the clicking returns it’s like she’s plunged back in the deep end. “You are to refer to me as handler or sir for the rest of this process, do you understand?”
“Why would I do-”
“Immersion, I need you to feel the character so I may write about her properly. Now are you going to ask more stupid questions, or are you going to comply, Hound.” Veronica’s stern words are like a knife cutting into her. Ashley just nods. “Good. Now, how did that make you feel just then? Did you feel scared? In control? Be honest with me.”
Waves crash in her brain, she tries to focus on her voice, the clicking, she needs to listen to what Veronica is telling her, it’s the most important thing in the world. With all her strength, Ashley tries to put to words the sea of emotions crashing around her. “I-I feel uh, confused and… wet, sir.” The last descriptor was a shock to Ashley, she meant it in the usual sense, like how one would feel in water. But looking at Veronica’s barely contained grin, she has a very, very different interpretation of her words.
“Wet… what exactly do you mean by that Ashy? Do you usually feel wet in situations like this?” Veronica leans closer, the clicking has evolved to feel like a light tapping on her skull every time. And in her coat Veronica looks like someone with…authority, like she can speak truth to her and her alone. At the same time, her mind spins and churns trying to make sense of what’s happening around her, turning into a thick mental foam she can’t see through.
“What was in… in that drink, sir?”
“Oh that? Some root beer and twenty-five milligrams of THC.”
“You… you drugged me?!” It was enough to fight through the mental haze of what she now knows is a serious high. She tries to rise, tries to leave the room but…the pen clicking just keeps dragging her in. Veronica meanwhile, just shrugs.
“In my story, the handler uses a drug often referred to in the fiction as ‘starlight’ to help induce brainwashing easier. Of course, the easiest drug I could acquire legally was some good old fashioned weed, but it wouldn’t exactly be immersive to make you smoke some now would it? This is all for the betterment of reference material, you know that right?” It doesn’t sound wrong exactly. Maybe a bit eccentric but that’s one of Veronica’s most standard traits. Besides, she’s the one still providing those delicious pen clicks. Ashley nods and Veronica’s grin goes wider. “Excellent! Now, you still have yet to answer my question Ashy. When you say you feel wet, what does that mean exactly. Do you feel arousal at the situation you’re in?”
“Nnoooooo I don’t” She’s being honest, she knows shes being honest! But there’s a part of her that feels ridiculous for saying something like this. Like she’s trying to extend a joke she doesn’t know. But Veronica isn’t laughing, instead she does the unthinkable, the horrific, an act so vile she doesn’t realize she was capable of such evils!
She stops clicking the pen.
“C-can you click the pen again please sir? Just a-a little more?” Ashley feels embarrassed to beg for such a silly thing but Veronica shakes her head, it’s like she was denied her medicine, her drug.
“Ashy, you and I both know that’s not the correct answer. Do you even realize what genre you’re supposed to be in? I know exactly what my hound should be feeling, it should be feeling horny. Really horny.”
“I’m… I’m horny?” She never thought of that before. But the second those two words escape her lips she feels an overwhelming heat consumes her. Her nethers are on fire and she feels every soft rub of fabric against her hard nipples and wet cunt. It’s taking every single electron firing in her brain to keep her from getting off right in front of Veronica. But she holds still, she wasn’t told to do that for the reference material. And besides, wouldn’t that be at least a little gay? She’s not into girls that way!
“Correct! Thank you for being so very honest with me Ashy.” Veronica softly claps and brings her hand holding the pen back up. She is rewarded with a return of the hard, rhythmic clicks from her ballpoint ecstasy. A moan escapes her lips before she can stop herself and her brain feels like a spike’s been slammed into it. Who knew clicks could feel so fucking good! Ashley looses control of a hand and it drifts to her tits, lightly rubbing through her shirt.
Veronica watches all of this with a Cheshire like grin on her face. Using her cane to lean forward, the notebook all but forgotten. “Now Ashy, when you decide to rub yourself like that, in private, what do you think your character thinks about? What is your fap material?”
“Uhh… um… boys?” The pen clicking stops instantly, Ashley’s afraid Veronica’s gonna hit her with the cane. That would honestly be preferable to the horrible silence she’s forced to endure, especially when It’s Veronica doing it.
“Of course not! You get off to girls!”
“Get off… girls?”
“Oh my god, do you have any idea what’s happening to you Ashy?! Of course you like girls!” Veronica explains with clear exasperation. “Do you think this is the first time you’ve done this? You’ve always been a pathetic dyke who gets off to being degraded by other women! It’s in your like, DNA! It’s why you volunteered in the first place.”
That can’t be right. Ashley’s never once even been interested in dating girls! She thinks back to the many dates she’s had over the years with guys, some of them even ending in sex. But with every one of those memories comes a thick malaise. The men in every one of her memories become…disgusting! There’s no other descriptor, they’re disgusting things that she cannot even fathom dating! The second she imagines a man naked her gag reflex activates. Her mind wanders to something better, something more on the… feminine side.
“God… I’m a lesbian.” The clicks return, she doesn’t even try to hide her moans this time. Why would she? She’s getting off in front of a beautiful woman, it’s like a dream come true! “I’m a massive lesbian sir! I think about girls any time I get horny sir! Girls are the hottest things in the entire world sir! Nothing makes me happier than being a raging no good dyke sir!”
“Correct! You’re a massive lesbian, a bigger one than I am even! Nothing makes you more excited than girls. Girls are what you live and die for, but you have a real certain eye for one particular type of girls: You love trans girls.”
“I…Trans…girl?” She gasps her way through saying. But, like everything else Veronica’s said tonight, she’s right! She’s right, oh god she’s so fucking right. Trans girls are like the apex of Ashley’s ideals of women. Who cares if some people might find a cis girl’s obsession with trans girls strange, or a fetish. If she can serve a trans girl it’s like serving a goddess in her temple. “Trans girls…” Drool escapes her panting mouth, some of it dripping through her muzzle.
“God you’re pathetic about us, it’s a miracle we’re even dating! You’re so into girls you begged me to hypnotize you with the excuse of reference material to fall in love with me all over again!” Memories recontexualize in her mind. Errands or parties joined by Veronica turned into dates, one where she is devout in her worship at every given opportunity. Veronica leans closer, adoration gleaming from her eyes as she brings the pen right next to Ashley’s left ear. “Adorable Ashy, my hound. What exactly are you thinking about right now?”
“I’m… I’m thinking… I’m thinking about being a slave to transgender women!” The truth bleats out of her and she moans. She reaches down her pants, her pussy is soaked with arousal. With every click is a rub, a moan, a submission to a trans woman. “I live to serve women! I belong under the boots of women at all times! Nothing gets me hornier than a woman telling me what to do!”
Veronica softly laughs in her right ear, like a supervillain who’s master plan has finally come together. Ashley’s not quite sure what it’s all about, but as long as it means she can stay like this, a drooling masturbating mess of a lesbian, she’s happy. Eventually she stands, using her cane as a means of support, still clicking away but in a much slower rhythm.
“You’ve been doing so good Ashy, I think a reward is in order for being such a good hound.” She throws off her trenchcoat, revealing a faded graphic tee with a busty anime girl Ashley didn’t recognize on it and soft grey pajama pants. Veronica preferred to keep herself comfortable above anything else, which is proven more when she slides her pants down and reveals an adorable little cocklet without any underwear.
Ashley can smell It from here. It’s not that Veronica forgot to shower or anything, she’s just trained her nose to smell transgender cock like a bloodhound. Veronica slowly makes her way closer to her pet, gently unfastening the collar from her face. Ashley can’t look away from the hard, adorable cock just inches away from her face, already dripping in anticipation. “But know one thing my hound, the second you take this by the hilt, there is no going back for you. Are you sure you want that?”
Ashley looks baffled by the question, did she even need to ask? She slams the cock down in one gulp, and a surprised yelp escapes from Veronica. Who in a moment of weakness, needs to grip the cane extra hard to keep her balance. She also uses the back of Ashley’s head for support, slamming her estrogenized cock as far down her mouth as possible. “This is all you need anymore Ashy. When you think about love you think of me. When you think of sex you will think of me. When you think of submitting like the whore for trannies you are, you will think of me!” Veronica slams Ashley’s head harder into her cock, she can feel her lapping up her precum like it’s the finest ambrosia.
It’s the perfect length, not big enough to choke Ashley out but still enough to really get her tongue around it. Soft in just the right places, it’s like heaven in her mouth. A gasp escapes Veronica’s mouth and hot cum invades Ashley’s throat. She tastes the watery, feminized liquid and cums on the spot. With a wet pop, Veronica removes her cock and pets Ashley on the head. “Good, very good, but I still need a little more from you, my darling.”
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“Babe, I’m pretty sure you gotta add a space after an ellipses.” Ashley says, tapping away on her girlfriend’s laptop and fixing all the mistakes in her new story. It’s the least she can do for her, considering they just finished up some real serious kink play! Curled up in a blanket and editing Veronica’s stories is the best aftercare Ashley can think of. Who cares if she’s still a bit high, that only adds to the coziness!
“Really? Damn my mistake, I never know what to do with those.” Veronica says while she slowly makes her way to the couch. Placing down two mugs of green tea and sitting right next to her girlfriend. While Ashley looks happy to be so close to her, annoyance spreads on her face.
“Baaaabe! What have I said about carrying two mugs at once!” She cries as she takes one from her wife. “That’s hot water it could seriously hurt you!” Even with the bickering she gives Veronica a kiss on the cheek. Veronica just sighs and leans over to look at the laptop screen.
“Ashy, I’ve been using a cane longer than I’ve transitioned, I think I know how to carry mugs around.” Veronica retorts as she reaches into her pocket for her phone, taking a quick selfie and posting it to instapho.
Lazy afternoon editing with the gf! Can’t believe this is my life.
“Isn’t it crazy how effective that hypnosis stuff is? Like, it really made you think you were straight for a minute there!”
“Oh yeah it’s crazy, me? With guys?!” Ashley makes a gagging sound and goes back to typing away on the laptop, every tap keeping a nice, steady rhythm she can’t help but feel lost in. She doesn’t even realize that at this point she’s on an entirely blank page, hitting random keys to a self determined beat in her mind. “I mean like, can you imagine if you actually turned me gay? That would probably be like, unethical or something!”
“Oh yes, it would be extremely unethical.” Veronica says as her gently rests itself on Ashley’s shoulder. “But you know I’m not capable of something like that, right Ashy? You’re a pathetic lesbian even without my help!”
A blush grows on Ashley’s face and she tries to swat away the embarrassment. “O-oh come on babe you’re embarrassing me!” Ashley pouts as Veronica gives her a few more playful kisses. In the middle of that, she feels a few soft buzzes from her phone. Making sure Ashley’s focused on the task at hand, Veronica reaches for her phone and opens it up.
Inside are a few dozen notifications. Missed calls, texts, every one of her social media pages exploding in questions. All wondering about the pictures Ashley posted naked and drooling with a tail plug up her ass. The caption reading-
Ive given up on being a straight girl! I’m a cocksucking dyke for life! Won’t a trans woman come over and show me what real dick feels like?!”
Veronica smirks and turns the phone off. But not before replying to a few eager trans girls for Ashley’s sake. It would be a lovely reward for her new girlfriend, but for later. For now, she is going to celebrate finishing her new story with a cup of tea and a plaything to satisfy her through the whole night.