(2102 words, hybrids, camgirl, size kink, knotting, squirting)
Zane watched Alex wander up the long driveway from the security cameras, pressing the button on the gate to let her into the courtyard, then the lock on the front door when she reached the steps. She had a starry-eyed wonder in her face, an enchantment borne from innocence. To her, everything in Zane’s life must have been a novelty. He almost felt guilty about inviting her here, now that he’d seen just what effect his lifestyle had on the poor girl.
Alex’s tail was twitching uncontrollably when Zane finally entered the foyer to meet her for the first time. Zane wondered to himself if she’d never learned to control her instincts the way his kind were trained to practically from birth, or whether she was just so overwhelmed that she wasn’t aware that her body was betraying her.
“Would you like a cup of tea, lemonade?” Zane asked with a friendly smile. “Water?”
“Water would be great, thanks,” Alex replied in a breathy voice. She followed him into the kitchen, her hands barely peeking out from under the sleeves of her sweater, making her look even smaller than she was. She waited for Zane to hand her the glass and then took a careful sip before opening her mouth to speak once more. “Look, I’m—I’m not really sure that I should be here,” she told him.
Zane raised an eyebrow and leaned back against the countertop. He crossed his arms over his chest, keenly conscious of the way Alex’s pupils dilated in response to the threat that her biology perceived him as. “You can always leave if you aren’t comfortable,” he replied. “I won’t be offended.”
Alex shook her head minutely. “It’s not you,” she said, her voice even quieter now. “It’s just…. Well, you should have seen the way people looked at me on the train.”
“Hat didn’t help?” Zane asked, nodding toward the knit beanie covering her ears.
“I picked it up before I took a cab up here,” Alex explained. Her flush deepened with every word. “I don’t know that it would’ve made much of a difference anyway, though. I mean, you can smell me, can’t you?”
Zane had been able to smell her the second that she’d set foot inside his home, but it felt rude to say as much, so he settled for a simple nod in agreement. “There’s not anything repulsive about it, contrary to the stereotypes,” he informed her. “It’s just different than what we’re used to.”
Alex glanced down at her feet, her fingers still picking at the sleeves of her sweater. “Some people don’t like different,” she pointed out.
“And some people do.” Zane pushed away from the countertop, taking a step toward Alex instead. She didn’t look outwardly alarmed by his closeness, but he could detect a shift in her pheromones indicating that on some level, at least, she was a little bit afraid of him. “That’s actually why I wanted to speak with you.”
Alex squinted up at him, her eyebrows drawing together in confusion. “What do you mean?” she asked. “I thought this was about a job.”
“It is,” Zane assured her. “And I do think your design work is quite good, but….”
“But?”
“I’m a producer,” Zane admitted. “I actually…I wasn’t entirely honest about the reason I wanted to bring you here.”
“What are you trying to say?” Alex demanded. Her pupils were blown out now, her long tawny tail bristling as it swished back and forth over her shoulders. Zane had the sense that she was just mere seconds from bolting straight out the front door if he didn’t give her an explanation that felt satisfactory.
“I’ve seen your videos,” Zane said.
Alex’s tail poofed out to twice its size as her expression went cold. “I’m leaving,” she said stiffly.
Zane had to grab her arm to keep her from going. “Wait,” he pleaded. “Just wait, okay? I didn’t want to be entirely honest with you at first because I thought you wouldn’t meet with me if I told you up front that I was subscribed to you.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better about you lying to me?” Alex asked. She made an attempt to tug her arm away from Zane’s vise-like hold, but to no avail. “Seriously?”
“I did want to talk to you about a job,” Zane explained hastily. “It just isn’t the one I told you about in our emails.”
Alex suddenly stopped, turning her head to focus on Zane again with a newly curious expression. Curious like a cat, Zane thought to himself with a touch of humor.
“What job?” Alex asked in a slow voice.
Zane cautiously let go of her wrist and gestured to the open door to his study. “I’d be happy to explain the details,” he told her. “I’ll pay for your ride home either way.”
Alex waited another second, sucking in a deep breath and holding it for a moment before finally nodding and proceeding into Zane’s study. She seated herself in the armchair on the side of the desk facing the door, curling her legs up under herself and twisting into a position that would have been uncomfortable for anyone of a canine persuasion. She seemed more at ease now that she was seated than she had in Zane’s kitchen, however, and he took that as a positive sign as he sat himself down on the other side of the desk.
“Like I said before,” Zane began again, “I’m a producer.”
“Okay…” Alex replied uncertainly. She put a finger to her lips and began gnawing at one of her fingernails without any care for how it might look to Zane, who chose to ignore it as he continued.
“I make porn,” Zane said bluntly. He watched as Alex’s expression rapidly changed from confusion to shock. “Specifically, knotting porn. And I want to hire you for a new VOD series.”
Alex blinked a few times as she stared at Zane in disbelief. “But I’m…. Cross-species penetration is illegal in porn.”
“Not as of three weeks from now.” Zane had expected that Alex wouldn’t be the type to have her thumb on the pulse of legislative politics, so he’d pulled up the press release on his phone before she’d arrived. He passed it to her, watching as the light of realization dawned on her.
Fairly soon, people were going to start cashing in on videos of young feline women like Alex lifting their tails to take canine knots. Zane was planning on being the first out of the gate.
“Why me?” Alex said after she’d read her fill. She lifted her head, allowing her eyes to meet Zane’s once more.
“I was impressed with your solo work,” Zane told her. “And if you don’t mind my being a bit crass about it, you seemed a little more enthusiastic about the uh, size, of your toys than most of the other girls on KittyCams.”
Alex went beet red, perhaps remembering the way she’d forced a knotting dildo inside herself just last week—as close as anyone could get to the real thing before the new legislation went into effect. Zane had been impressed with her tenacity when he’d watched the video, even if the dildo had been a few shades smaller than what she could actually expect to encounter if she took Zane up on his job offer.
“I’m…flattered,” Alex managed. She’d somehow compacted herself even more in Zane’s armchair, making herself a fraction of her true size. “But I’ve never…I haven’t ever slept with a canid before.”
Zane’s eyes widened, his head cocking to the side as he processed her statement. That was a surprise to him; he’d assumed she was rather experienced judging from the amount of canid-on-felid roleplay that her customers seemed so partial to.
“Would you like to?” Zane asked, before he could think better of it.
Alex sat up slightly. “What?”
Zane braced his hands on the desk and leaned forward, toward Alex. “Would you like to?” he repeated, emphasizing every single word.
Alex’s quiet ‘yes’ didn’t come as such a surprise.
Zane had seen Alex naked more times than he could count in the last month, but it was different seeing her like this, having her here in front of him, painfully real and close enough to touch. She was rose-pink everywhere except her nipples, a dark brown, and Zane followed the milk lines down her torso with his tongue before ending up between her thighs.
She was already wet enough for his fingers, but Zane ate her out anyway, lapping over her clit and dipping his tongue inside her until she was shaking, mewling, and crying. She was tight when he finally pushed into her with his fingers, and for a moment, Zane was worried that she wouldn’t be able to take his cock, but then he recalled her videos, the way she’d split herself open on more than this with relative ease.
Still, he knew it wouldn’t be easy to knot her in the end. Slow and steady, he reminded himself.
One of the things Zane had liked most about Alex’s videos was her voice. The way she yowled and meowed from the back of her throat, raw and husky, every time he bottomed out inside her made every hair on the back of his neck stand up. He could feel himself getting rougher with every thrust, nearly sending her into the headboard every time he slammed into her.
“Can I come inside you?” Zane asked through harsh, panting breaths as he fucked her.
Alex nodded, her pupils slitted now, eyes heavy-lidded and sleepy.
“Can I knot you?” Zane asked again, unable to keep the desperation out of his voice.
Alex answered with a throaty mewl as she bucked up into him, her clawed fingernails digging into Zane’s lower back, pulling him into her like she needed him even deeper.
When Zane felt his knot starting to pull at the entrance to her pussy, he slowed down the pace of his thrusts, using Alex’s frantic gasping as a gauge for just how much she could take. He fucked her shallowly as the base of his cock swelled larger and larger. He was about halfway there when Alex’s eyes suddenly flew open, her tail flailing wildly underneath her.
“Take it out,” she begged. “It’s too big.”
“I can’t,” Zane said gently. “It’ll hurt you if I try. Just breathe, okay? You’re almost there.”
He pushed himself into her as deeply as he could, trying to relieve some of the pressure. He reached down between them with one hand and gently rubbed at her clit, trying to force her to relax just a little.
Alex’s pussy was almost painfully tight around his knot as it swelled even further, and he could tell she’d hit the breaking point when her fingers suddenly dug into his sides, drawing blood. Tit for tat, he supposed. She was justified in hurting him a little, too.
Zane laid on top of her and remained as still as possible as he flooded her with come, listening to the frantic beating of her heart as they both waited it out. He felt a bit dizzy afterwards, overcome with a torrent of endorphins, but Alex still hadn’t come once since he’d eaten her out, and Zane wanted to give her a treat before she had to go.
“Sore?” he asked after pulling out of her, leaving her pussy gaping open as soon as his knot was yanked free.
Alex nodded. “Just a little achy,” she informed him.
Zane carefully turned her over onto her stomach and then probed at her with his fingers before slipping them back inside. “This okay?” he asked.
Alex closed her eyes and nodded again, her cheek pressed against the pillows. “Mhmm.”
“Good.” Zane pressed hard against her G-spot, making her tail whip around wildly as she let out a loud yowl. “I know you can squirt like this,” Zane told her as he continued to massage the same spot with his fingers, moving them in a rhythmic motion he practically had memorized. “I’ve seen you do it.”
It was less than thirty seconds before Alex’s cunt tightened up around his fingers as she drenched Zane’s hand and his sheets. He pulled out of her with a satisfied smirk and helped Alex roll back over again.
“See you in three weeks?” he asked, wanting to confirm what he already knew.
Alex let out a loud, shuddering breath. “I think I need a bit more practice, actually,” she told him. “How about Tuesday?”
“Tuesday’s perfect.”