Role-Reversal

Story by Dakgnol on SoFurry

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#2 of Ink

Ho boy, my first "straight" piece. Figures that it's a pegging story :3


Sara sat at her dorm-room desk, her laptop and books pushed to the side to make room for her pink nail polish, acetone nail-scrubber, and her drying fingers. Despite being an athletic tomboy rabbit, she did enjoy a few girly hobbies, even though she didn't really care about being "girly" in the slightest. It was a boring, stormy spring Saturday, so what better time was there to doll herself up?

Being the talented athlete that she was, she had garnered much attention with her aggressive playstyle in her favorite sport, basketball. Her dynamic plays and quick wit brought spectators to an otherwise ignored game, the male variant often overshadowing it until she came along. With the fame of "bringing women's basketball back," as some of the more insensitive jocks liked to put it, several suitors tried courting the bunny over her freshman year.

She dated a few of the more attractive studs but it never lasted more than a month or two; guys seemed more interested in getting the athletic lagomorph to bounce on their laps rather than getting to know her. It also didn't help that she was the dominant type in bed, a fact that would either scare away the weak-willed guys or leave her unsatisfied when they ignored her needs. After a while, she stopped attempting to get a suitable boyfriend and focus on her own studies and hobbies, ignoring the spreading rumors that she was a lesbian. She wanted to share her life with a special someone, but with finals coming up and sports kicking off, it was simply too much effort.

A faggy giggle stirred her from her thoughts. She looked up at the source, a cream and brown fox-ferret twink who, like her, was painting his nails in the same pink hue. Despite being male, he pulled off the color way better than she ever could. He was admiring his digits with a content dreamy smile.

He was Ink, a cute hybrid that she was best friends with since high school. As her stereotypical gay friend, she could and did confide her secrets and insecurities with him, and vice-versa. They were each other's rock, helping one another through the good times and the bad. They also had similar luck with relationships, each never finding a guy that would love them the way they wanted him to.

He was sitting across from her at his own desk; the tables were back-to-back, acting as a sort of median in their co-ed room. It allowed them to work together on their homework and projects, and the dull foxxet needed plenty of help. Of course, she obliged without fuss; she did, after all, have a crush on him. She loved everything about him, from the cute faces he made when he was stuck on a problem to his prancing when he got a new outfit. She even found his light voice and slight swish accent endearing. She wanted to hold the shorter creature in her lap and caress his soft fur and pliable body. However, there was one issue: he was gay.

She watched the fox adore his nails with a longing smile. She sighed quietly, suppressing her feelings for the millionth time, but Ink's acute ears picked up the sound and he turned toward her with a questioning look. "Something wrong?" he asked, still unaware of her thoughts despite the countless "signals" she's given over the past year. She waved her hand dismissively.

"It's nothing. I'm just, um, surprised at how well that color suits you," she lied. Coming out to him was out of the question; she didn't want to ruin their friendship over an impossible dream. She absentmindedly placed her hand back on the desk, tipping over her nail polish bottle and pushing it off of her desk. "Shit," she cursed, jumping out of her seat to retrieve the container before it ruined the carpet.

She caught it by her wardrobe, the viscous fluid just barely starting to poke out of the opening. As she started to stand, she saw something completely unexpected in her wardrobe's mirror. Behind her was Ink, still in his seat, but leaning back and looking at her. For a second, she paid it no mind, but then she noticed his face; it was the same face that her male admirers would give her, or, more specifically, her ass. He's checking me out!?

Testing the waters more, she stood straight and pretended to pamper herself in the mirror. Her tight gym shorts, along with a subtle arc in her back, showed her rump off to her supposedly-gay onlooker. The way his eyes followed her toned yet plump cheeks made her chuckle. The noise stirred Ink from his trance and he looked up to see her knowing smirk through the glass. His eyes widened in shock and he quickly turned away, his face covered in a noticeable blush, but he was already caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Sara turned on her toes and slowly marched toward the embarrassed vulpine. He attempted to swivel his office chair away from her but she spun him back, her face in his with noses touching. He gave a nervous smile, one which Sara returned with a lewd grin of her own. "See something you like?" she asked in a soft, carnal tone. Ink's ears flattened to his skull.

"Y-yes- I mean, no! Nope! Nothing!" he stuttered, attempting but failing to avert his eyes from the rabbit's intense gaze. For someone with both fox and ferret blood, he was a horrible liar. She grabbed his crotch through his sweatpants and gave his balls a light, warning squeeze. He yelped and whined before saying, "Okay, okay, fine! I was looking at your butt! Happy?"

Sara straightened up and looked down at the tod. "I thought you were gay. Was that a lie too? Did you just say you were just to get a room with me?"

"No, I wasn't- I am not lying! It's just, um, you're hot, okay? Like, really hot." His voice trailed off.

"You know, gay guys usually don't find women attractive."

"Well, I guess I'm an outlier then." he huffed, crossing his arms and looking away. "You satisfied or are you gonna keep pestering me?"

"Oh, I'm never satisfied until I get what I want, and what I want is your gay ass on my face!"

Ink was shocked at how forward she was and Sara took advantage of his brief hesitation. She grabbed the small vulpine and in one fluent motion, she ripped him from his chair and threw him face-down onto his bed. She growled at his prostrate form, the nice curves of his twink rump showing through his tight jean shorts, and she whipped her open palm across those cheeks with a short chuckle. Ink squeaked at the sharp yet erotic pain and tried to crawl away, only to be pulled back by the rabbit who had curled her fingers under his tight denim shorts.

She flipped him over and quickly undid the button and zipper. Ink fought to keep her from disrobing him but the athletic bunny easily outmuscled his slim physique. She pulled off his bottoms, the fabric snug enough to drag his briefs with them, and exposed his modest genitals to the open air. Embarrassment reddened Ink's face, his blush easily visible through his chocolate-colored fur, and he curled up to hide his junk from the aggressive rabbit.

Though his new position prevented easy access to what she was after, she settled for the next best thing. She grabbed his tail and pulled it aside, exposing his pink pucker to the cool air of the dorm. She gathered as much saliva as she could and drenched her fingers in the makeshift lube. Before Ink could react, Sara shoved her index and middle fingers inside of Ink, spurring a yelp out of the twink. Giggling madly, she twisted and turned her digits, stimulating his anal walls and prostate with her erratic movements. Ink whined at the unwanted intrusion, but, like a true buttslut, allowed the rabbit to have her way with his body.

Ink eventually loosened his body and awkwardly assumed a more presentable position. Laying on his lower back with his upper body and head resting against the adjacent wall, he spread his legs and shamefully presented his pink, five-inch manhood to the lusting bunny. Sara ginned at his compliance and started nuzzling his furry scrotum. She inhaled deeply, taking in his scent, and then dragged her tongue from his taint, across his ballsack, and up his dick.

Without a word of warning, she engulfed his member all the way down to its knotted base. A whorish moan more suited to come out of a women escaped Ink's lips. Sara started suckling his meat while simultaneously pumping the fox with her fingers, hooking them to better stimulate his prostate, causing Ink to go into a frenzy of moans and whines. Between the anal and penile stimulation, Ink could barely last a minute before squirting his seed down the bunny's throat.

Ink's face contorted into a grimace as his semen forced its way through his dick and into the waiting maw of his mate. The rhythmic clenching of his stinker subtly squeezed Sara's fingers in its warm, fleshy embrace. With a sigh of relief, Ink entered his afterglow as Sara lapped up the remaining dregs of his orgasm. She removed her fingers with a muffled pop and, in a moment of curiosity, gave them a good lick. She always found Ink to have a pleasant scent but actually tasting his musk was a new experience for her. She'd be lying if she said she didn't like it.

Wiping her paw on his sheets, she stood up and walked to her desk. Ink perked up at her departure. "What? Done already?" he said between breaths. "What happened to you wanting my ass on your face?"

"Oh, don't you worry. We'll get there. But first, you're gonna get me off!" Sara exclaimed. She opened a drawer and dug through its contents.

"Well, good luck with that. You kinda wore me out" he replied, nodding to his receding cock.

"Oh please, you're a fox! Sex is, like, the best thing you're good at! We just need to get you back in the mood."

"Uh-huh, and how do you plan to do that? As you've probably guessed, I'm a bottom, and you don't really have the equipment to do more than oral and fingering."

"Is this good enough equipment for you?" Sara appeared from behind her desk with that looked to be a strap-on. It had the expected front-facing dildo, this one a knotted eight-inch length of simulated manhood, and tough leather straps to keep the device secure during the roughest of intercourse. However, on closer inspection, there was more: a smaller dildo in the seat of the toy for her to insert into herself and a battery pack on the waistband. Ink assumed it was a vibrator for her, but Sara knew there was more to it.

Sara whipped off her shorts and panties and donned the piece with little fanfare. She flipped the switch on the battery pack; a small green LED signalled that the batteries hadn't dried up yet and she gave the forward dildo a test push. Upon applying pressure to the silicon appendage, the vibrator went off, buzzing against her internal walls. Satisfied that her favorite toy operated perfectly, she grabbed a bottle of lube and smeared a healthy portion of it on her rubber dick. Ink watched with interested eyes as she prepared herself.

"So, um, did you buy that for me or something?" Ink asked sheepishly. He was kneading his gelatin genitals idly as he awaited round two.

Sara shot him a lewd grin. "You wish! Honestly, this was an impulse buy during one of my heats a few months back. My horny mind thought it would be a great alternative to simply waiting for my baby maker to stop doing its thing, but it ended up scaring him off. He was a douche, anyway." After a few more jerks on her fake crotch, she tossed the lube back into the drawer and made her way to her prey. Ink laid back and spread his legs, but Sara had other ideas. She grabbed Ink's wide hips and flipped him over, landing him on his chest with ass up and ready. Seeing that cute tailhole ready for whatever she wanted brought a new idea to mind.

With both hands on his hips, she pushed her snout into his crack and her nose right up against his anus. Ink shivered when her cold nose ground against his flesh and could only grimace as he heard her draw his musk deep into her lungs. After getting her fill of fox-ferret stink, she lapped her tongue across his pucker. The sweet taste of Ink's musk had her wanting more, and before long she was effectively making-out with his tailhole. Ink crooned at the attention; he had never received a rimming before since his previous mates refused to do anything more than simply fuck him. Sitting on Sara's face was definitely something he'd be looking forward to.

Ink's tail lazily waved in the air as his ass was bathed by that loving muscle. Being a fox hybrid receiving anal stimulation, his penis quickly emerged from its sheath, though it went without attention from either party. After what seemed like hours, Sara finally came up for air with an intoxicated look on her face. She loved his scent, his taste, and her arousal was apparent from the moist fabric around her pussy and her stiffened nipples showing through her shirt. Eager to completely dominate the twink, she mounted him hastily and roughly aligned her silicon member to his well-lubricated anus.

Unlike with her fingers, her second entrance into the tod was slow and careful. The slow increase in pressure on her strap-on correlated to a slowly ramping vibration within her cunt, eliciting a long moan from the bunny. Ink's hiss was silent by comparison; though the dildo was only eight inches long, a few inches shorter than the biggest dick he'd ever taken, it was quite wide and filled him completely. Once she was hilted, she waited for Ink to adjust to the toy. A small push and a needy glance by the fox told her he was ready to go.

Sara slowly pulled the dildo out of his ass, causing Ink to shudder with pain and pleasure, the latter nearly overriding the former. When she was about half of a foot outside of the fox, she quickly pushed herself back in. Ink yelped but dutifully kept his behind raised. Sara started pumping the tod, her rhythm slow and careful; having no experience as a top and a body naturally meant for receiving a pounding, she had to get used to performing the bucking movements. As she got more comfortable with the motions, she quickened her pace, increasing the vibrations within her as she smashed her groin against his cheeks.

The satisfaction of finally being able to top her long-term crush in such a dominating way had her in complete bliss. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her eyes rolled to the back of her skull as her body convulsed in pleasure. As she approached her climax, her bucks became more and more sporadic. Ink whined in pleasure at the rough fucking as he approached his second orgasm of the day. The large knot at the end if the dildo repeatedly rammed against his anus, causing pain that Ink's masochism could only register as another perverted pleasure. It wasn't good sex unless it hurt, he believed.

With one final push, Sara popped the silicon bulge into Ink's rectum, the intense buzz pushing her over the edge. Her moans bordered on screams as the orgasmic bliss blasted its way across her body. The pressure from the knot pressed against Ink's prostate, forcing his climax as well. He dumped his nuts across his sheets, painting the fabric in his seed. Despite having an orgasm minutes before, this load was just as virile and voluminous. Ink whined has he shot his wad, the combined pressures in his lower body giving him the sensations he'd come to crave in his sex life.

The two entered their afterglows simultaneously. Ink collapsed onto the bed, making a larger mess out of himself and his sheets. Sara unhooked the dildo from the strap-on and laid beside her mate, pulling him close and resting his head on her chest. They silently enjoyed the embrace as they listened to the storm outside batter the building. It was Ink that finally broke the silence. "So," he started, a grin growing on his face, "I take it that I won't be sitting on your face today?" Sara only laughed in response and squeezed his head closer to her chest.

"Maybe later."