Your Girlfriend?

What a long day! Holy shit, I need to lay down, you think to yourself, walking up to your apartment door. As you arrive, you take out your keys, slide them into the keyhole, and unlock the door. “Eep!” You suddenly hear as you open the door.

The door opens and a scene unfolds. Your girlfriend—clad in her lab coat, and something…else—or who you think is your girlfriend, has a little bit more hair and larger ears than you remember. It has a blindfold on, kneeling on the ground, and has some sort of blue ribbons wrapped around her midsection…and just above her midsection, from what you can see. The creature sniffs the air and seems relieved, although they don’t move, stand up, or stop panting.

“You’re alone? Good, before you say anything, let me explain,” she quickly says, hoping you will listen.

You suddenly snap out of your daze and quickly close the door behind you, locking it tight just in case you might get a taste of what’s next~

“We’ve been dating for a while now and you’ve probably noticed that I’ve been unavailable a few nights every month. Well, this is why,” she wriggles slightly, revealing that she has done more than just what you can see, though you assume she is talking about how she is not exactly…human anymore. “I’m a Were. I promise I was going to tell you but the first time we met you had a bad reaction to that perma-Were and I panicked and didn’t say anything.”

Thinking back on it, you remember that a feline woman (cougar, you think) had come up to you and whispered in your ear that she wanted to make you into her scratching post. Obviously, you told her off, being on a date with someone else already, and added a comment along the lines of “Fuckin’ Weres,” or something similarly stupid.

Remembering the scene, she lowers her head slightly, her tongue flicking to wet her lips, and says, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier but I didn’t want to ruin the fun we were having, seeing as you seemed so put off by Weres. I mean, the last three months were fun, right? I really enjoy being your girlfriend and don’t want to lose that,” she says quickly at first but slowing down and getting quieter as she continues.

You suddenly realize just how cute she is with her ears down, her body low, and her sensual proximity, though she wouldn’t even be able to tell.

Taking a deep breath, she continues, “Okay, here goes; I’m a Were Fennec, it’s a…type of fox… Anyways, you know, every Were has some kind of trait that gets enhanced during transformation: Werewolves are dominant, felines are submissive, bunnies are generally just…ew. But foxes, we become playful, meaning we do more stuff like…this.,” she says with another subtle wiggle. Biting her lip, she continues, “So you know how I love being free to use and how open I have been about this during our relationship? Well, that is hyper charged right now. Honestly, I snuck into your apartment like this and half-hoped you would be having game night with your friends so that…you know…” she trails off, slightly embarrassed by her obviously flirtatious gesture. She clears her throat. “Anyway, I’m going to shut up now. If you don’t want me for who I am now, I am fine with that and won’t come back if you don’t want me to. But, if you still want me, well…” she grins, “you can do whatever you want with me…” she babbles on for a few more seconds about becoming your little toy, whining by the end, before realizing that she is just wasting time that she could be using for fun.

As she finishes, she sticks out her tongue, lifts her head, and starts to pant, waiting for your move. Well, she was right about game night, it’s just going to happen a little later, heh. Maybe I should call it off though, you think, so I can have her all to myself, you debate with yourself, chuckling slightly. Weres are, after all, the best fuck toys.