A New Start - Part 4 (Commission for Code-Shark101)

TAGS: Amazon/Mini-Giantess, Slice-Of-Life (ish), Dom/Sub, Sexual Awakening, Toys

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The use of the word “work” was done with such an odd emphasis to it that Ashly couldn’t help but gulp, knowing that whatever was about to come her way, it couldn’t possibly be remotely good. It didn’t occur to her, up until that very moment, that she was alone in her home with someone who not only knew about the ins and outs of a lifestyle that she was interested in, but someone who would be more than happy to actively experiment with it… and once again, a thought that should have a very simple and straightforward reaction to it instead left the canid feeling conflicted with herself: if, on one level, she wanted Mina to take the wheel and show her what it was like to be dominated properly, on the other her very own animal instincts kept her from accepting this as a reasonable option; she was the top dog there (and quite literally so), so if anyone was going to dominate anyone else, it was her, not Mina. Besides, the vixen had plenty of experience being the one on the receiving end of the leash, so surely they wouldn’t mind it if the same power dynamics carried on with their newest friend; and, judging from the way they were looking up at her, they were thinking the exact same thing. It didn’t occur to Ashly that she was about as easy to read as an open book, that her control over her own emotions was so terrible that something as powerful as the arousal she felt at that time would be stupendously easy to notice for anyone paying even half-decent attention, let alone someone like Mina (or, heavens forbid, Lira); it was unsurprising that the vixen would then take her hand into their own, pulling them towards the bedroom with the most devious smile on their muzzle, and a near-manic glint to their eye. Only when the two of them were inside did Mina actually stop to ask more technical questions, and while they were, on the surface, seemingly innocuous, it was the sheer bluntness of it that really sold to Ashly how “real” it was. They weren’t discussing the theoretical basics anymore, it was Mina asking her if she had any lengths of rope or tape, if she had any experience using harnesses, as well as running down the more practical aspects of the sort of toy-based play she was expected to engage in. Those weren’t decontextualized lessons, they were practical tips, and the jump was enough to leave Ashly reeling… though not enough for her to back down; if anything, the wild dog was just disappointed to have to keep shaking her head, telling Mina that no, she didn’t have any of the tools needed for the two to actually have some fun together. This was a slight issue, though one the vixen seemed intent on resolving at earliest possible convenience, mostly by hijacking their host’s wardrobe, making off with a far too large shirt, and telling Ashly that they would be back within the hour, leaving the canid, for the first time ever, feeling alone in her own home. It was a curious sensation, that of having been abandoned at such a critical moment; even if the amazon knew that her newest potential fucktoy would come back soon, there was no shaking how odd it felt to have things move so quickly, enough so that she was left feeling dizzy as all the possibilities swam in front of her, melting into one another and keeping her from truly deciding on a path for herself going forward. She could only imagine what it would’ve been like had it been Lira who took the reins, though that was most likely why the panda gal had stepped aside and provided her with a far easier “challenge”, if she could even use that word. It was hard, squaring what she knew to be factually true, and what she wanted to happen based purely on her raw arousal and the unfamiliar instincts crowding her conscious thought processes; distinguishing between what she wanted, and what the beast within craved, was a task so complex that Ashly was left paralyzed as she sat on her bed, staring ahead at the wall and wondering to herself how she’d even gotten there… yet, simultaneously, it gave her something to do, and the closer she came to a resolution, the better she felt about her odds. The answer was obvious, as it always had been, but it was less of a case of Ashly knowing it and far more a matter of her internalizing what was going to happen; there was no chance in hell that she’d ever be the one to be dominated that night, even if she had absolutely no experience in the lifestyle or kinks associated with it. Despite her being a complete newbie, it was simply non-negotiable: Mina was a small vixen, one that Ashly had a good three feet on, one whose body weight was the equivalent of the wild dog’s torso alone, and while some people might be into that sort of reverse size play, the giantess certainly wasn’t. Not that he felt entitled to have Mina or anything; in fact, she was quite certain that once the two of them were done, it’d be them comforting her in aftercare, not the other way around, and though she recalled that wasn’t how things were meant to be, she was still entirely new to the whole thing, and thus had no way of actually understanding what she was feeling. Like before, much like with the gym, Ashly needed to externalize what was going on inside of her, hopefully understanding it by way of doing… and when Mina knocked on her front door, carrying two stupendously large and heavy cases in her hands, that’s when the wild dog knew that the two would be doing quite intensively going forward. She said nothing as the vixen excitedly rattled off all the contents of the cases, trying hard not to think about what each of those things did; hell, half of the names she didn’t even recognize at all, making it quite the surprise when the vixen dropped the cases on the ground, cracked them open, and revealed all sorts of… well, Ashly’s face was a bit too red for her to focus properly, but there were plenty of toys and restraints to play around with, should one want it. And she did; much as she would’ve liked to proclaim herself to be the voice of caution, Ashly wanted to take those ropes and bind Mina up so they’d be at her complete mercy, she wanted to have that tiny little vixen there beneath her heel, for them to beg and mewl and let her know just who was in charge in their budding relationship. Conversely, there was the other side of herself, the one who immediately began wondering what it would be like if it were Lira in there with her, and how much fun the two could have together if the panda gal decided to do even a fraction of what the two of them had spoken about the night before. From there, as before, things began to blur together, presumably as a defense mechanism on Ashly’s mind’s part; it was easier for the wild dog’s brain to simply shut off most higher-order processes and resort to using instinct almost exclusively, only occasionally bringing back the canid’s conscious self whenever a knot needed to be tied, or a collar checked for whether or not it was properly fastened. Apart from that though, the rest was entirely up to the wild half of the genemodded giantess, the one who wanted to stop thinking and get down to action already, the one who wanted to feel one end of the leash in one hand and the vixen’s soft, trembling body underneath the other, the one who wanted to hear the cries coming from Mina, who played into the role of the sex-starved submissive perhaps a bit too well. Red flags would fly, forcing Ashly to focus back on reality, only to see the tell-tale signs that indicated the vixen was still actively enjoying herself: grimaces would turn to grins, even if only momentarily, the whining would turn to moaning, the trembling would turn to squirming, and all of it without… something. There was something missing, though Ashly couldn’t for the life of her remember what it was; a critically vital piece of information that the wild dog knew was lacking, yet still couldn’t make herself stop over it. The instincts were stronger than she was: the arousal, the need for dominance, every last ounce of unspent sexual tension built up ever since she tried getting on Richard’s good side, all of it had to come out; and though part of her wondered whether she was simply using Mina as an outlet, the rest of her simply couldn’t bring itself to care. The vixen was moaning loudly enough that everyone else in the apartment block could probably hear, and that was all that mattered. Their bodies were glued together, and that was all that mattered. The power dynamics were established, and that was all that mattered. In that moment, they were what they were meant to be, living to their fullest potential, becoming everything that they were ever destined to become; it just so happened that this included copious use of ropes and restraints, not to mention a bit more roughhousing than Ashly was used to. Then again, she was still new to having a proper sex life, so what did she know? Her sole experience were platitudes offered by others about how when “the time was right” then “she would know”, among other, even less useful pieces of advice, if it could even be called that. This though, this whatever it was that she was sharing with Mina, interfacing through leashes and collars and harnesses and plugs, this felt right; and if it felt right, then clearly i-

“Garnet!”

The shout seemed to come from nowhere, but like an emergency switch at a factory assembly line, it stopped everything. Ashly heard it, and almost instantly, her muscles froze and her entire body went stiff; she was back to reality, back to her usual self, standing on top of her bed, inside of her bedroom, with Mina underneath her, kept firmly flat against the mattress by way of one of the canid’s paws on their back. The word had, somehow, caused Ashly to reboot entirely, almost like she’d been hit in the back of the head with something hard enough to make her black out; it was only after a few moments that the amazon realized the significance of it, as well what she’d been missing all long: “garnet” was their safeword.

Ashly had no clue how she remembered that if she couldn’t recall ever setting up a safeword to begin with, but given how easily her mind slipped away from her own control, one could never be too certain about anything anymore. What mattered was that Mina had called an end to the proceedings, and Ashly, being the responsible dominant in that scenario, had but one task: stop, remove every last restraint from her partner, and initiate aftercare. It was almost instinctive, even if she had never done this before; perhaps her animalistic side was gifted with far more protective aspects than Ashly had given it credit for, or maybe her human self knew when to tip the scales properly when needed. Regardless of what the case was, the fact of the matter was that Mina needed something big, fuzzy and eminently loving to cuddle up with, and Ashly, being who she was, would promptly offer herself. It was important that the vixen know that they could trust her, though why exactly that was, Ashly couldn’t quite tell exactly; there was the obligation, of course, what was expected of her as a dominant in a relationship of that kind, but there was something else bothering her… though perhaps “bothering” wasn’t the right word. Rather, the need to care for her partner was more than just something she had to do, more than just a fact of their kink lifestyle that neither of them could really negotiate; instead, it was something that Ashly wanted to do. She wanted to provide loving care and attention to Mina, she wanted to hold the vixen against her and gently stroke their back while humming quietly, she wanted to take that moment where the two seemingly melted into one another and extend it for as far as she could. It was most likely how this had been her first true sexual experience, the whole event playing merry hell with her hormones, but even if that was the case, that didn’t take away just how powerful the feelings she had for Mina at that time were. They were more than just a sexual partner, they were someone that Ashly could count on, someone she could turn to and trust, even if they had literally only just met earlier that day; there was a connection there, even if a purely physical one, and the canid couldn’t help but worry slightly about whether or not she would end up doing something to break it… either that, or if she was moving too fast, and what she was feeling at that time was less of a deeper connection and more just her having residual horny energy flowing through her veins as thickly as syrup, with her mind choosing to interpret this raw physical attraction as something more complex than it actually was. Nevertheless, these were questions for later, for after the two of them were cleaned up and ready to discuss what had just happened, and that was for after they were done with cuddling together; there was, ultimately, something soothing about the exercise, far more than the actual dominance that preceded it. For Ashly, it felt as if anyone could wield a leash or tie a harness or “threaten” the use of a whip, but it took a special someone to share a moment like the two were experiencing: together, in silence, holding one another and simply bathing in their mutual presence. Granted, the vixen’s grip was stronger than it had been at the bar, and judging from how much they occasionally shivered, it was clear that they needed more attention than Ashly initially assumed they would. Hell, the experience was intense enough for her that she nearly blanked out entirely when her wild side took over, so she could only imagine what it was like for the person on the receiving end of her ministrations; much as the two were consenting adults, there was only so much one could take before having to ask for a time-out, so much one could endure before the emotional charge reached a breaking point and things needed to be grounded. It made sense to her, at least on a surface level: it wasn’t about one person establishing dominance over the other, but rather an exercise in trust, where one side fully entrusted the other to go to the very limits of what they both considered acceptable, yet not a single step further. It was a perpetual trust fall, where one side placed themselves entirely at the mercy of the other, knowing (or hoping, at least) that the latter wouldn’t let them splat all over the ground. For Ashly, this was an entirely new interpersonal dynamic, one that she had never experienced before; trust was one thing, but on that level? Perhaps her notion that herself and Mina shared a deeper bond than usual wasn’t that far off-base, given the sheer amount of blind trust the vixen had to have had in her, that they would so gleefully throw themselves at them. Even with Lira presumably letting them know it was fine, Ashly couldn’t help but feel downright honoured that Mina would actually go ahead with what the two had just done, not with a complete stranger like herself… and thus, the canid wondered just who was taking care of whom in the afterglow. Was it her, the one responsible for the emotional high in the first place, or was it Mina, the one with an actual clue on what had just taken place? Perhaps their attempts at snuggling closer were less of a way for them to feel more comfortable and more their unique manner of ensuring their partner didn’t feel like they had gone too far; the vixen had used their safeword, so perhaps, in their mind, they believed that Ashly would believe she’d gone far beyond what she should’ve done in her first ever experience… or, perhaps, the canid was overthinking it again. Maybe she should just focus on what she had right there and then: a loving, warm, intimate moment of companionship with someone that understood her on a level deeper than most others ever had, even if it took using ropes and harnesses to get there. It took a long while, as well as Mina themselves suggesting they should probably clean up, before Ashly even began to think about getting up from bed, and even then the amazon took her sweet time rolling off from it, keeping Mina tightly against her all the while. Eventually, the warm silence gave way to occasional giggling on the vixen’s part, who was presumably so giddy at how Ashly was so overprotective of them that they couldn’t avoid externalizing it in some way; not that Ashly herself minded, given that having such a fluffy squeezing toy for her personal use ticked several boxes on a checklist she didn’t even know she had. The two only separated when they reached the shower, and even then the whole thing was just used as an excuse to get them to rinse and wash one another while keeping as little distance between themselves as possible; ostensibly, this was because they could more effectively clean themselves after such an intensive workout, but the reality of it was far baser than that. Still, it was this sort of polite fiction that made the experience that much better; they could pretend that it was something it wasn’t, indulge in the pretense of normality when the whole day up until then had been anything but. It certainly helped in Ashly’s case, that she didn’t have to worry about whether or not she was just going crazy, or overstepping herself in doing something she just wasn’t ready for; being able to interact with Mina in a somewhat “normal” fashion was enough to let her know that she hadn’t done something she couldn’t take back, even if they had to use their safeword to put a premature end to things. Then again, as the canid considered while sitting down and letting the vixen scrub her back, wasn’t that the point of having a safeword to begin with? If both sides knew they would never get to a point where they’d even remotely need one, then why did they spend time coming up with a signal to get them to stop? Was the point not to drive themselves to the very brink, to explore every avenue until they reached a proverbial brick wall and had to be pulled back before smashing into it? If that was the case, then Ashly didn’t really have to worry about “garnet” having been shouted in the bedroom; the word was there to be used, and the fact that it did serve to immediately put a stop to the proceedings was, if nothing else, proof positive that she had the level of self-control required for that sort of kink-play. Indeed, as Ashly came to realize, the true test wasn’t whether or not the safeword would be necessary, but whether she’d have the ability to actually listen to it and obey the rules that came along with its mere existence. Mina seemed to think so as well, given that not only did she not bring anything up, but she seemed incredibly cheerful for someone who had seemingly been so vulnerable just minutes before; in fact, it was her who was humming by that point, even if it was barely audible over the sound of rushing water, and it was her who took the first step to say something when the two were done cleaning up and the vixen noticed their partner looked far more pensive than would perhaps be expected after what had just happened.

“It’s fine, you know?” Mina spoke up, still able to read Ashly so easily that it felt downright comical, “I wouldn’t have asked you if I wasn’t sure you’d do well. Honestly, I should be asking you if you’re alright, I know it couldn’t have been easy on you.”

“I… can’t actually remember, actually,” Ashly replied, only then realizing how insane that sounded, “it’s like I blanked out. Like, when I had you under me, it was just… it was me, but not the me me, it was another me tha-”

“Yeah, Lira’s like that too, don’t worry,” the vixen interrupted her, wrapping their arms around Ashly’s back, “she says that it’s because of the treatments, they do something to your libido because of all the genemodding. Honestly, it’s part of the charm, if I’m to be honest.”

That last line was delivered in such a manner that Ashly couldn’t help but blush brightly in response; it was an odd sensation, feeling like she was at the mercy of someone who was about half her height and a good third of her body mass, but there she had it.

“You stopped when I asked, and that’s what matters,” Mina carried on, “I knew I could trust you, and I’m happy I wasn’t wrong. And really, you could’ve done a lot worse” - there was a moment of silence, one where Ashly could tell that Mina was trembling again… though not with fright that time around - “a lot worse, actually. God, brought me back, you’re just like Lira was back at the start.”

Ashly didn’t believe that her body could reach temperatures that high, but reality seemed to disagree. She violently wanted to get away and hide in a corner so as to not have to confront the feelings she was processing, but with Mina there, her ability to do anything at all had been stripped away, taken by an unassuming vixen who nonetheless knew exactly what to say to keep her frozen in place. Even worse was how Ashly had no clue whether it was even on purpose; as far as she knew, Mina was just being perfectly sincere, rather than outright attempting to bring their canid partner to her knees, which honestly made the whole thing even more unbearable. Teasing she could endure, but genuine lewdness like that somehow hit her far too hard for someone who had literally just spent a good hour or so domming someone else; hell, domming the person responsible for her feeling that way to begin with! It was confusing, to say the least… but it didn’t feel bad.

Quite the contrary, in fact: it felt better than anything Ashly had experienced in quite a long while.