A New Start - Part 3 (Commission for Code-Shark101)

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

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“Well, whatever the case,” the panda resumed, seemingly unperturbed by the pathetic attempt at passing off the obvious lack of cool, “I’m happy you decided to show up. You couldn’t imagine the amount of people who are so full of hot air they could fill up a balloon whenever they’re protected by a screen, but put someone like me in front of them and they run home with their tail between their legs. Actually, you’re only the second person to take me up on my offer, isn’t that right Mina?”

The last few words were directed at the vixen under the table, who replied by moaning through the ball gag in a way that left Shly even more blushy than before… right as the word “offer” triggered several alarm bells in her head. What offer? She didn’t recall being offered anything, only waking up with a post-it stuck to her laptop. Then again, at no point did she remember giving anyone her credit card details, and in fact checking it on the way to the bar revealed that no money had actually exchanged hands; could it be that this person standing in front of her was the mysterious individual who she’d spoken to the night before? It would certainly make some sense, though it felt a bit too convenient for someone like Lira to live in the same city she did, given the circumstances the two had “met” in… still, why not go along with it?

“Mina here and I had some fun a few months ago, and much to my surprise, she actually showed up when I asked her to,” the panda gal explained, “you can’t imagine just how many people I’ve gone through that either didn’t bother showing their face, or immediately turned around when they saw me… but not Mina. Mina’s special.”

Ashly wasn’t sure whether she liked the way “special” was said; the unholy mixture of carnal desire and possessiveness tripped far too many red flags, yet, at the same time, there was that damned voice that insisted on intruding upon her, telling the canid that she would absolutely love to be referred to in those exact same terms. That she would love to look at Lira from down below, much like Mina herself was, dressed in the same attire, placed in the same position of submissiveness, begging for the panda gal to do unspeakable things to her. It was enough to leave Ashly trembling, her brow covered in sweat as she did her best not to look directly at Lira’s face, even though the other woman seemed perfectly cognizant of what their guest was thinking.

“And now you,” she carried on, “especially after what we did last night, I was genuinely expecting you to just flat out ghost me after you had your fill; how little did I expect you to turn up and be… well, I’d say fine specimen, but I make it a point of honour not to lie. Drop dead gorgeous, perhaps, would be a better word… or perhaps-” the panda held her tongue for but a moment, her gaze focusing on Ashly; the wild dog felt every inch of her being analyzed, as if it was a piece of steel that Lira wanted to pierce through “-should I say, a good girl?”

The world vanished. The bar ceased existing, the rest of the great outdoors outside of it along with it. In that moment, there existed only three things: herself, Lira, and the table separating the two. For Ashly, hearing those two words was something she couldn’t explain, something she couldn’t describe; like a key to her subconscious, they had activated every damned button on her control panel, leaving her wide open to just about anything Lira would want to do with her. The table was the only real thing separating the two, and it did absolutely nothing to stop the panda gal from teasing her further:

“After all, only a good girl like yourself would be so obedient. So many depraved thoughts swimming around in your head, and yet you sat there and listened to orders, like a good little girl, aren’t you? You know your place, don’t you honey? Don’t you want to be like Mina here, don’t you want to know what it’s like to stop shouldering the weight of the world and instead focus on just… enjoying herself? You seemed so happy to be told what to do yesterday night, surely you wouldn’t mind going a bit further now that we’ve met face to face, now would you?”

Ashly wanted to reply. But instead, she had her mouth open and her tongue lolling out, instincts having kicked in and left her bereft of anything in her repertoire of reactions other than the most basic of non-expressions. She knew she had to say no, if only to return to her regular life and try for something a bit more conventional, but most of her, at that point, wanted to scream yes; she wanted to feel the collar around her neck, the gag in her mouth, Lira imposing herself onto her, and by the life of her she had no clue why… but she did. She needed it.

“Now, far from me to suggest that you’d want to do anything uncouth, of course,” Lira backtracked, clearly not meaning a single word she was speaking, “but ultimately, I think we both know what sort of fun you enjoy having, don’t we? And while I wouldn’t want to rush anything, seeing as you’ve showed up quite early for someone who was supposedly new to the whole scene, I’m thinking that maybe we should try and do something a bit lighter before moving onto any of the things we discussed yesterday. Mina, honey, stand up will you?”

The panda gal tugged on a leash she was holding on one of her hands, followed by the vixen underneath the table scrambling to try and get back on her feet; the hoof gloves weren’t helping, and neither was the harness, limiting as it was to her movement. Lira, of course, did absolutely nothing to help; her pet was asked to stand, so she would stand, absent any assistance from her master, and though it took her long enough that Ashly was left almost unable to breathe from how much she was entranced by the sight, Mina did eventually make her way to a standing position, turning around to face the two women sitting beside her… and revealing she had a blindfold on, for good measure. Nevertheless, her ears were clear, and that was all that was needed.

“Mina, honey,” Lira once more began, “I think it’s important for your new friend to learn about what she should expect once she sees me again. Now I know you don’t like spending time away from me, but it’s important, and I think you know this too; I need you to go with Ashly here and teach her the basics. Do this, and when you get back, I’ll let you have a ride on the swing until you can’t walk straight. Deal?”

There was no actual choice there. The sweet words, the sweeter tone, it was all an act; in truth, Mina could no more choose to say no than she could decide to walk away, the collar around her neck making it very clear who belonged to whom and which of the two called the shots in the relationship. Yet, in spite of this, it was exceedingly clear that the vixen was excited for the prospect of a new playmate, at least if all the moaning and shaking of legs, not to mention the lubrication between her thighs, were any indication. Seemingly content with this “answer”, Lira leaned forward and unhooked the leash from around the vixen’s neck, then effortlessly clipping the harness off and all-but ripping the ball gag and blindfold off of Mina; the young woman almost seemed like an entirely different person with all the accessories removed, and the fact that the staff didn’t react to someone who was completely naked from the waist up just served to reinforce the notion that Lira really was a trusted regular. Not that Ashly had a lot of time to consider this, seeing as she was almost immediately glomped by the recently-freed vixen, who seemed about as touch-starved as anyone could be without losing their minds completely… and even then, that last part was debatable.

“Mina here’s been with me for long enough that she knows what all this is about,” Lira clarified, crossing her arms and doing nothing to help Ashly beat back the cuddle storm, “she’s enthusiastic, but she knows her stuff. I expect you two to become good friends before we meet again. Oh, and Ashly?”

With that, Lira stood up, apparently ready to leave the other two women alone… but the smile on her face, that devious grin that promised so many things that could never, and should never be uttered anywhere but behind closed doors, it let the canid know just what she was in for.

“Be a good girl while I’m gone, will you?”

And again, the world ceased being. By the time Ashly came back to, Lira was nowhere to be seen, and Mina was cuddled up on her lap, hugging her like a safety blanket… while slowly grinding against her at the same time. It was an interesting contrast, though not one the wild dog was at all accustomed to; what was she supposed to do, just sit there and let things happen?”

“Sorry about her, really,” the vixen spoke up, her voice surprisingly gruff for someone that appeared as delicate as she did, “Lira likes to play with her food, but she’s good people, even if sometimes even she forgets about it. How did you two meet, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Mine looked up at Ashly, the look of curiosity she had seemingly genuine; unfortunately, the canid mini-giantess really had no idea what sequence of events had led to her finding out about Lira at all, other than the very vague memories of something she did the previous night that ended with her having to clean her floor up that morning. Still, she tried her best to recount what had taken place, being surprised by the vixen nodding along as if they were understanding everything just perfectly; only when Ashly’s tale reached the point of her entering the bar did Mina say anything, her voice softening just enough for it to be noticeable.

“Yeah, that’s usually where she finds ‘em. Not that any of them really stick around, but… she hopes. I mean, I did, and now you too, so clearly it works for some people; I figure she thinks people should be able to live up to their words, you know? Like, when I first met her, I was the shit, I even tried to take control during the session, but… suffice it to say, I learned a bit of humility that night, and ever since then it’s been…”

There was a slight moment of silence, where all of Mina’s body shook as if zapped by an electric jolt. Ashly could only imagine what was going through their head at the time.

“Don’t let the exterior fool you, she’s an absolute sweetheart,” the vixen carried on, “a fucking devil in the bedroom, but she cooks a mean omelette and loves to sing opera when she thinks no one’s listening. Don’t tell her I told you that though, she still doesn’t know I found out-” a giggle; some levity “-still, she’s gonna expect you to live up to what you did together, whatever that was, so why don’t we head back to your place and we can get started? It’s not exactly easy work, and I hope you have enough money for extras, ‘cuz we’re gonna have to stock your wardrobe with some top-shelf shit, if you know what I mean.”

The sheer contrast between what Mina had been like with Lira around, and the way she acted when the panda wasn’t anywhere to be seen, was enough to give Ashly some serious whiplash; yet, at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel that the vixen was being entirely sincere with her, not to mention how their affection appeared legitimate. Perhaps, the canid thought to herself, the smaller woman saw her as a sort of replacement; for all the talk that the two of them had to learn from one another, the fact of the matter was that Ashly was significantly larger than Mina was… so perhaps the latter expected the former to do much of what Lira did? Was that the learning that Ashly had to do? If that was the case, then she was more than happy to oblige, even if she had no clue what was expected of her; then again, Mina did, and they seemed more than willing to teach her, so perhaps the whole thing had been one hugely convoluted scheme on Lira’s part to help her along with whatever she had opened up about the previous night? Honestly, everything would be a lot easier if she could only remember what she said; at least then Ashly wouldn’t have to constantly worry about having revealed more of herself to a stranger than she was comfortable with. Nevertheless, with Mina staring up at her so expectantly, Ashly couldn’t just sit there and do nothing while the vixen so clearly and eagerly wanted to get down to business, so with a curt nod, and instinctively holding onto her newest friend without realizing she was doing so, the wild dog got up from her seat; she managed to get all the way to the front door of the establishment before noticing that she was holding Mina up against her, keeping her in a tight hug where the vixen’s head was firmly stuffed between her breasts, the perfect position for them to wrap their arms around her body. It was, in many respects, far more intimate than anything she had ever experienced before… but she wasn’t about to push the vixen away. It felt right, in the sense that it both warmed her that she had someone willing to cuddle up to her, and it just happened to trip a few extra buttons that Ashly couldn’t quite identify yet. It was enough to get her to ignore the fact that Mina was clearly naked still, even if just from the waist up; if the two of them left the bar like that, there was a non-zero chance they might be stopped on the way home by some busybody threatening to call the police (or the police themselves, really)... but, somehow, Ashly couldn’t bring herself to care about that. With a smile, she walked forward and threw open the door, happily stepping onto the streets and promptly surprising everyone around her so much that they all flinched so hard they actually moved backwards; content in this reaction, the canid turned to face the direction she had come from and began walking, happy in the knowledge that, at the very least, she still had the ability to stun others if she so wanted it. Even better, the trip back home seemed to take far less time than it took to get to the bar in the first place, though that was likely thanks to Ashly knowing her way rather than the warm vixen she had attached to her chest… though, at the same time, she couldn’t immediately discard the possibility. The longer the two remained close to one another, the more the wild dog came to realize that what she felt for Mina was more than just the typical affection one might have for a potential lover; much like with Richard, her feelings towards her tapped into the more primordial part of her mind, the same one that the project had screwed with during the genemodding phase. It tapped into instincts that were entirely inhuman, ones that didn’t belong in a sentient being, yet she had to deal with regardless. Not that this was entirely a negative; much as Ashly would’ve loved to want to complain about feeling things that way, she didn’t want to, precisely because it tapped into the side of her that left her feeling powerful, dominant, in control, and that was exactly what she needed in those trying times. There should be no confusion about who was in charge there: Mina might be the more experienced one, but Ashly would be the one calling the shots, not them… even if she had no idea what to do. There were no tips offered until they got back home either; what with the vixen’s face being stuffed between a pair of tits, there wasn’t much they could say that wouldn’t be completely muffled, and given that Ashly wasn’t about to set them free, this was a state of affairs that wouldn’t resolve itself until much later, when the front door to her apartment was closed behind her, and Mina was finally released. Poor thing gasped for breath as she collapsed onto the floor, muscles limp and whole body feeble as it tried to recover from such an extended period of intensive cuddling; it was obvious they were starving for an opportunity to do that, presumably because Lira never allowed it, but at least they were respectful enough not to ask for seconds. Instead, they took a few minutes to recover, before clearing their throat, hopping back on their feet… and the training began. As it turned out, Mina could be a motormouth if necessary, or at least whenever the topic excited them so much that their face was left bright red just talking about it; multiple times, Ashly had to tell them to slow down and keep it simple, especially when the vixen went on extended tangents regarding heavy power tools that the canid had never once heard about, requiring lengthier explanations that only left Ashly even more hot-faced than before. The two spent hours in this sort of tenuous balance: Mina would start talking about something, forget who they were talking to, then either go back to provide clarification on their own, or whenever Ashly was stupid enough to ask for it. For someone as unassuming as they looked, the vixen had a surprisingly encyclopedic knowledge of the lifestyle that they and Lira shared, which Mina explained away as a result of them having more free time than usual at their job, since their boss didn’t much care what they did when no one was looking so long as assigned tasks were complete. Seemed like a lie, felt like a lie, but Ashly wasn’t one to pry, so she let it slide; besides, as long as the information she was getting was true, whether or not Mina was wasting company time was entirely meaningless to her. What was actually said, however, was powerful enough to practically burn itself into Ashly’s mind, though most of it were concepts she tried not to consider too hard for fear of losing herself in the pleasure of it. The actual specifics of what it meant to do what Lira did veered from the deliciously scandalous to the downright mundane, passing through practical hints and tips that too went from being perfectly reasonable to making Ashly’s eyebrows rise just as much as her body temperature did. That most of it was born out of personal experience, as spoken by someone who very clearly held extremely fond memories of being treated like a fucktoy, didn’t exactly help things either; Mina seemed to love injecting personal reflections into what she was talking about, or outright anecdotes recounting that one time Lira did something to her, or when the panda gal had left her edging for some amount of time that Ashly tried far too hard not to think about. The details were there for her to absorb, and at some point the canid knew she’d have to, but until then, she was happy to just take in the general description of it, especially since she was more of a practical learner than a theoretical one; the two could sit there and talk about how to use a harness with a built-in phallus attached to an electrical motor all day long, but ultimately Ashly would only truly take it in by actually doing it… and that presented its own set of problems, given that the materials involved were not at all cheap; quite the contrary, in fact.

“How much?!” Ashly practically yelped when Mina told her how much cash Lira had spent on just one of the many realistic ‘toys’ in their closet.

“Hey, if you want the good stuff, you gotta pay for it,” the vixen replied matter-of-factly, shrugging once before looking past Ashly towards their bedroom, “I’m guessing you’ve got nothing in there?”

“I… hadn’t considered the possibility of it,” was Ashly’s reply, delivered with about as much confidence as a first-grader told to read a poem in front of the whole class, “is all.”

“Right” - Mina couldn’t make it clearer that she hadn’t bought it if she tried; nevertheless, the vixen was at least polite enough not to press the issue - “regardless, now that I’m here, we’re gonna have to draw up a shopping list. I’m guessing you’re gonna need a lot of custom stuff, since uh… big. Very big… actually, if you don’t mind me asking, where did you get this big?”

Well there was a question Ashly had never expected to hear… nor one that she was certain she could answer, even after being sent away from the project. It was one thing for her not to be involved anymore, but given the details of it, surely she wasn’t actually allowed to reveal any details… maybe. At no point did she sign any NDA apart from when she first joined, and she was reasonably certain it only specified the try-outs and the genemodding itself, which as far as she was concerned, were no longer extant. Then again, she could never quite be certain; and besides-

“Why do you wanna know?” she ended up asking, almost immediately regretting sounding so accusatory, “I mean, I know it’s not normal, but… y-you know, why do you wanna know?”

“Lira, mostly,” Mina replied, not taken aback by the sudden bluntness in the slightest, “she doesn’t like talking about it, but I know she’s not… you know, normal. Not at her size, at least; we both know the treatments don’t make you that large.”

For a moment, Ashly panicked; could it be that Mina knew about the military project somehow? Had she told Lira about it during the night of passion they spent together between computer screens? It took the canid a few seconds before she remembered that cosmetic gene treatments were actually commercially available, though they rarely, if ever, went beyond what Mina probably got for herself: purely external changes, with very little being modified in terms of internal structure.

“Well, some do,” the vixen carried on, “but I don’t think she has the money for it. And neither do you, judging by where you live, no offense, so… where did you get that big? Pretty sure you didn’t just work out ‘till you were this tall.”

“How do you know I haven’t?” Ashly chuckled, “I hit the gym a lot, you know?”

“Let’s be honest, we both know that’s not the case. Lira… I know Lira is looking for someone, and I know it has to do with how she turned out to be that big. I dunno who it is, but I know it’s important, and since you two are about the same size, and… y-you know, I thought maybe you’d know something.”

“I’ve never seen Lira before… or anyone else like me, for that matter,” Ashly eventually replied, almost feeling bad for not giving Mina what they were looking for, “I can’t really tell you, NDAs and all that, but… I was the only person around that took to the treatment like this. I’m sorr-”

“Oh, don’t be!” the vixen interrupted, looking far more cheerful all of a sudden, “I should be sorry, bringing the mood down like that! I’m sure Lira will find what she’s looking for eventually, she just needs to keep looking; and besides, it’s not like I need to worry too much about it, not when the two of us have so much work to do together.”