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How Pleasure Should Work

For VeronicaFoxx

By Draconicon

"Look, I know that you're a guy -"

"Thank you for saying that correctly," the wolf sitting on the couch said.

"Right, I learned my lesson the first time," Heather said, slowly pulling her panties off and then stepping out of them. "And thanks for calling me out on it; I was stupid. I'm just trying not to be stupid this time."

Levian nodded, still looking at her in silence. She knew that look. It wasn't the sort of horny stare that she could have been getting from a number of guys on the streets, nor was it the sort of offended look that she got the first time that she slipped up and said that Levian 'called himself' a guy. She still winced thinking about making a mistake like that, but at least she was doing better than that these days.

No, this was just the same considering look that he gave everyone and everything when he was listening, thinking, and debating what to say. Heather had been under that microscope more times than she cared to admit, and she was sure it would happen quite a few more times, no matter how close she was to him.

As she bared herself from the waist down, she continued.

"But you still have the girl parts. I mean, they work, right?"

Levian nodded, the taller, thicker-furred wolf still leaning back on the couch with one leg over the knee of the other. He was no more dressed than she was, and rather less, actually. His 'parts' were covered by a strap-on harness, and the strap-on itself was pointed up, waiting for what they were going to do. A lesson in empathy, he was calling it. She didn't know if she'd go that far for anal, but hey, he said it'd help her understand, and she was willing to go for it.

"So, if they work, why don't you want to use them? I mean, we could do a lot with that. Won't make any reference to you still having those girly bits, or calling you that, or..." The hare grunted, stifled by her own shirt for a moment before tossing it off to the side. "I just don't get it. Why not use them?"

"You'll figure it out in a minute."

"...You're doing that 'talk little, hold tight' thing again. Did I mess up?"

"No. No, you didn't," he said, just enough of a pause between the two 'nos' to tell her that he'd said it, considered it, and then confirmed it. "You're willing to listen. To try. That's what matters."

"...Does it have to be butt-stuff?"

"It is the best way to try and explain this to you."

The sandy-brown hare groaned, rolling her eyes as she brushed her hand over her head. Her ears went back, then flicked back up, and she tried not to think about what she was about to do.

For all that she and Levian had been having fun for...well, a year or so, now, they'd never actually done much penetrative beyond his fingers inside of her, and that strap-on. And he'd gone to great effort to keep other people out of him. She knew that there was a spiraling metal piercing that went through that fortune cookie of a pussy down there, and she knew that it wasn't coming free without some serious metalsmithing efforts.

But the clit still worked, and all the rest. She was fine with vaginal and the strap-on, but...

Ugh. He's not going to explain until we're done, so might as well get on with it.

She took a step towards him, only for the big grey wolf to shake his head.

"Uh-uh. That, too."

He pointed to the metal belt on the coffee table in front of the couch. She glanced at it, wincing slightly at it. The chastity belt was, she knew, supposed to be part of this, but goddamn, it didn't look fun. It had a tiny, toothy opening where her pussy was supposed to be, and the teeth pointed outwards so that nobody could get so much as half a pinky-finger in there without shredding themselves to pieces. She picked it up, holding it by the metal bands that were supposed to sit on the hips.

"Where did you get this thing, anyway? Ye Olde Torture Devices?"

"Barnaby's, on 26th."

"That's boring."

"You're stalling."

"Yeah. It's just, you know how I am about this sort of thing," she said, sliding one long paw, then the other through the leg holes before pulling it up. "It's weird. Butt-stuff, I mean. It's just..."

"It will not be painful."

"Yeah, not too worried about that. Just...wrong hole, you know?"

He nodded, and she had a moment where there was just the slightest inkling of something that she should have understood there. She paused, almost grasping it, but then the moment faded, and there was nothing left in its wake.

Shaking her head, she pulled the chastity belt up, pressing the cool metal against her sex. It wasn't painful on the inside, but as she got it situated between her legs, she could feel that she wouldn't even be able to bump her sex against it for her own pleasure. She'd be denied pretty much everything at the fun part.

As soon as she pulled it on, Levian held out the lock. She sighed, snapping it in place just under her belly button, and walked over to sit on his lap.

"You want me facing you, or -"

"Yes."

"Okay..."

She settled over his strap-on as best she could, looking him in the eyes. She knew better than to look down. Anyone staring at the wrap around his chest, particularly those that tried to talk him into taking it off so that they could see his breasts, were usually savaged by a series of insults that would send a sailor running for mommy. She had done that once, once, and she'd gotten off lightly.

Instead, she looked him in the eye. There was calmness there, an iron sort of calmness that seemed to shake now and then, but stayed fairly strong for the most part.

This is really important, she realized. He really wants me to get this. Okay...okay, don't be a ditz tonight, Heather, don't be a ditz tonight...

She reached back for the strap-on shaft, muscle memory guiding it forward for a moment before she caught herself and pulled it back. Dragging the tapered tip back between her cheeks, she rubbed the lube smeared against the tip against her hole. It was...messy, and a bit slimy, and she made a face of displeasure.

"Heh...you never could hide how you felt."

"Come on, it's gross. It's my butt for crying out loud. Why the hell would you want to put something in there? I mean, it'd be like trying to, to...I don't know..."

"..." Levian shook his head. "Keep going."

"Ugh...do I have to?"

"No, but you're almost there."

God, I have to look like the dumbest dumbo in Dumbtown right now, she thought, wiggling her tail just a bit as she tried to get comfortable with the feeling of that tip between her butt cheeks. All that lube was like a nasty little slime, and it kept making her think of all the nasty stuff that came out of that hole. How did any girl feel like this sort of thing was sexy, really? This was just...

Okay, just do it, get it over with.

Heather started pushing down. Thankfully, Levian had been nice enough to change the usual, thick model out for something a little more slender, so her relatively inexperienced pucker didn't feel like it was getting ripped apart as she pushed down. The copious amounts of lube helped her get it in, but it still didn't feel good. It felt...tolerable, and the way that Levian rubbed her hips and her thighs as he supported her on his lap made it better, but it would have been so much nicer in the right hole.

She managed to take about half of it, still making faces, still sticking out her tongue as she kept imagining the yucky stuff. She rolled her hips up, trying to make it sexy, trying to find something, but it kept reminding her of how off it was, how not-right it was compared to their usual way.

I'd spend the night just licking his paws instead of doing -

Heather paused as she pulled herself up to the tip again, her eyes going wide as it finally clicked. Levian smiled.

"I know that expression."

"I'm such a ditz..."

"And?"

"I almost had it. I almost had it right at the start."

"Go on."

"If it feels wrong, then why do it even if someone else can make it feel good?" She groaned. "My butt's all wrong for me. Doing butt-stuff, all I can think about is how that's the nasty spot, the wrong spot, the bad spot. And...that's how it feels for you, too, isn't it?"

Levian nodded. Heather groaned, only to yelp softly as a slight shift in position popped the strap-on out of her pucker.

"Nnngh...hate that...hate that, hate that, haaaaaaaate that."

"No more talk about playing with my little fortune cookie, then?"

"Promise," the hare muttered, leaning against the wolf's shoulder. "And you, no more butt stuff."

"Heh, sure."

She poked his nose, holding her finger there as she narrowed her eyes.

"Ever."

"That bad?"

"Mmm-hmmm. Now I just feel like I have to - hmmph." She waddled her way off of his lap, making her way down from the couch. "I'll be right back."

She was halfway across the room when she heard a little jingle. Heather looked over her shoulder, then blushed as she saw the key to the chastity belt in Levian's hand, jingling back and forth. She stomped back over, red-faced as one could be, and snatched it from him.

"Dick."

"Someday soon," the wolf said. "Thank you for understanding."

"...Thank you for telling me," she muttered, then turned back to the hallway. She had a feeling she'd be in the bathroom for a while. That felt soooooo wrong back there...

The End

Summary: Heather, a cis female hare, has been wondering why her trans wolf friend Levian has such a thing about having his feminine parts touched. Levian decides to explain via a different type of fun than they usually have.

Tags: M/F, trans, trans male, wolf, hare, chastity belt, anal, strap-on, lube, realization, explanation, piercing, emotions, humor,