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“This is not safe.”
Elinor didn’t care, she ran her tongue around the tip of Nessi’s feline cock. Nessi moaned and Elinor would have smiled, but her lips were busy. Nessi’s cock was quickly growing, trying to shove itself into Elinor’s mouth. Elinor lifted her head slightly trying to keep her lips on Nessi’s tip but Nessi’s arms were reaching over Red panda woman’s head and Elinor found herself trapped. She let Nessi press her lower, let the still stiffening cock slide into her mouth. She explored its length with her tongue, feeling the thin smooth tip, the small barbs as it thickened, even reaching the black fur of her sheath.
“Elinor, this is not safe!” Nessi said emphatically.
Strictly speaking that was not an order and Elinor was tired of hearing it. Nessi had declared it ‘not safe’ when Elinor had tried playing with herself and ordered her to stop. She had declared it ‘not safe’ when Elinor had taken to stroking Nessi’s long sensitive tail and ordered her to stop. Elinor was quickly stopped when she began playing with Nessi’s ears, and when she tried to pull Nessi’s hand into her crotch, and even she knew kissing was right out. They were on hour nine of what should have been an eight hour drive, the sun had finally set, and Elinor was desperate. So she ignored the protest.
Nessi opened her mouth. Elinor knew the order to stop was coming so she swallowed and pushed, feeling Nessi press into her throat. The order became a moan of pleasure and Elinor let herself sink lower onto her hermaphrodite mistress’s cock. As her throat stretched and protested, Elinor let the scent of her Nessi’s plump aroused pussy distract her.
Nessi was an anthropomorphic black cat, she was tall and thin. Typically she was a woman named Gabi, but this past weekend she had paid a witch to turn both Eric and herself into Elinor and Nessi. They could change back and make little tweeks thanks to a spell left on Elinor’s tablet. For example, when the mistress had first became Nessi she had had a cock and balls. While playing around Elinor had erased the balls. If she could just sink low enough she would be able to get her tongue into Nessi’s pussy.
“Oh, thank god.” The words left Nessi in a long rush of breath.
Elinor ignored them, they were still not an order to stop. Elinor had a few days ago been Eric, very much a man. So she knew how good she was making Nessi feel. Now she was Elinor, a red panda, a slave and obedient to her leash holder. Luckily that leash holder remained Nessi. It had started out as the witch. Elinor adored Nessi, given the circumstance, maybe a little too much. She reached her tongue down the rest of Nessi’s shaft, as she bobbed for breath pushing further each time.
She felt the car drift right when the first of Nessi’s barbs entered her throat. That was a texture change she wasn’t quite ready for. She was forced to pause, tongue still not reaching her goal, as she once again fought down her gag reflex. She took comfort in the incomprehensible sounds coming from Nessi and the small thrust of her mistress's hips. Bringing pleasure to her mistress was nearly as good as receiving pleasure from her mistress.
Elinor was just about to push again to bury her nose in Nessi’s black fur, when the car took a hard left and stopped. Nessi’s seat leaned way back and Elinor had to scrabble to stay with her mistress. Unbuckled and on her knees, Elinor finally had room to work. She dropped her head lower feeling around till her tongue located the clit hidden within Nessi’s wet lips.
Clawed hands rested against her head, as Nessi took a more active role in the endeavor. Nessi drew Elinor’s head up till her tongue left Nessi’s clit, then forced her head back down, further. Elinor was forced to focus on fighting her gag reflex, as her mistresses' barbs danced throughout her throat, they seemed to stretch wide with each change of direction. It was a feeling that Elinor’s vagina loved, but here it was just strange.
She was focused on not gagging, breathing on the up stroke, and trying to reach Nessi’s clit again. So she didn’t immediately realize Nessi was talking to her.
“Terrible driving companion. Don't you, Owwwww. Don't you realize how stupid this was?”
Elinor couldn’t respond though she certainly didn’t regret it. She was beginning to grow used to Nessi’s barbs in her throat and started exploring her mistress with her tongue again.
“ooooohh, You nearly knocked my hands off the wheel, then you distract me soooooo. Not to mention you're not buckled in. It's a good thing this, mmmmmh, this rest stop was here.” Nessi’s voice was growing raspier and breathy as she tried to talk through her pleasure.
Elinor could feel Nessi beginning to twitch, she wondered what it would be like, she had never taken her mistress so deep.
“Once,” Nessi’s voice caught, and she began to unload into Elinor’s throat.
Elinor was again doing her best not to gag as first Nessi’s cock throbbed, swelling ever so slightly within her, then cum began to fill her. Her spasming throat muscles made short work of the cum, while the twitching drove Nessi’s barbs hard into Elinor. Elinor counted the throbs, eleven, was the most she had ever coaxed from her mistress. She got to nine before Nessi’s body began to relax.
Spent, Nessi made no attempt to remove her softening cock. Her hands stayed on Elinor’s head, holding the panda down firmly on her softening shaft. When she had softened enough, Elinor breathed through her nose basking in the scent of Nessi.
“We are going to have to change up the seating. After this stunt, you’re going to have to earn your way back into the front seat.
Finally Elinor's hands relaxed, and Nessi lifted her head, she coughed a few times as Nessi’s cock finally slid from her mouth. Then she looked at her mistress and grinned. Ensuring that they both knew she would take her punishment without regret.
“You’re trouble,” Nessi said laughing. “Give me the tablet.”
Elinor pulled the tablet from the bag at her feet. She unlocked it and handed it to Nessi. On the screen was Nessi’s image, her fursona sitting as if on a bar stool, her legs spread. On a hidden layer was the human image of Gabi, also sitting on a bar stool, also with her leg spread. Prominent to Elinor’s eye were the words “Harsh Mistress”. She had added it in hopes that her mistress might get a little more intense.
Per the spell, only Nessi could change Elinor’s image, and only Elinor could change Nessi’s, and neither could order the other to make changes. So as much as Nessi might want to be Gabi for the ride, or to simply turn the layer with her balls back on, she couldn’t. Instead she saved and closed the file before opening Elinor’s. For a brief moment Elinor saw herself bent at the waist, ass cheeks spread. Her image was also surrounded with words and phrases, little tweaks to her personality made by Nessi. “Infatuated with Nessi” was one she hadn’t noticed before.
Still holding the tablet Nessi got out of the car. “Come on,” she beckoned.
Elinor quickly opened her door and popped out as well. The rest stop was mostly empty, at least on the car side. A few Semi’s were parked for the night, but most were still driving.
“Go pee,” ordered Nessi pointing at the building. Elinor started walking, a bit of a frown on her face, as she watched Nessi pop the trunk.
As she walked away Elinor realized she really did have to pee. She quickly crossed the lot, but paused for a moment at the small building. Her hand went to the collar on her neck. She was obedient to her leash holder. She knew the rule applied to any leash, had she been wearing one, the simple act of grabbing it would make anyone her new master. Now with an empty collar, someone would have to clip a leash to her to claim her. She knew that wasn’t going to happen, still the idea of being out of sight of Nessi gave her pause.
The woman’s bathroom was empty, and Elinor got in without any issue. Though sitting in the stall, surrounded by the completely mundane, it did make her wonder. Here she was a naked panda woman. Sure her fur hid most things but still, if you got close you would see her black nipples hiding in her black fur, if you got frisky you would find her uncovered pussy. At the con she could easily claim to be in costume but this was a public restroom. What would others think of her?
Also she was a slave. If someone pressed themselves upon her, she wondered if she would even resist?
She washed her hands and quickly made it back to Nessi and safety.
As she approached she saw the passenger seat full of stuff. The back seat was also full, she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. The trunk was still open, that would be ‘harsh’.
“What’s the term for fear of small spaces?” Nessi asked once Elinor was in ear shot.
“Claustrophobia,” Elinor obediently supplied. She knew she didn’t like where this was going. “Nessi? I thought you wanted to be safe?”
“Don’t worry, you will be strapped down. Get in.”
Elinor walked up to the trunk, inside was one of the large duffles, “In?” she asked, pointing at the bag.
“Yes.”
Elinor’s legs were shaking, she would fit but it would be so small. Obediently she crawled into the trunk. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Elinor was glad she had just peed, as she curled herself into the bag. Silent tears started to roll down her white cheeks as Nessi began to zip the bag closed. She was shaking when Nessi stopped, the zipper just below her chin.
“One last question,”
Elinor nodded anything to delay this.
“Phobia means fear, right?”
Elinor nodded again.
Nessi picked up the tablet again. “What means love?”
Gulping for breath, Elinor managed to say “Phile”
Nessi tapped a few times at the tablet, and Elinor was gasping for completely different reasons.
“Elinor, this is a direct order.”
Elinor tried to focus on her mistress, tried to ignore the heat building in her loins. She looked at Nessi.
“No cumming, play as hard as you want but no cumming.” With that Nessi zipped the bag closed.
Elinor’s hands were immediately on her pussy, her wet dripping pussy. She was trapped in a small bag in a trunk, and it made her so hot. She felt two more straps wrap around the bag and pull her tight to the rear wall of the trunk. They pinned her further and only added to her lust.
A few moments later the car started moving again. Elinor wondered how close to home they were. She danced a finger through her soaking wet pussy and hoped they still had a good long way to go.