Chapter 12

After her dinner and another bath to ready herself, Joan found the lubricant and found herself back in bed. Cinder was right, it was a good idea to work ahead of time, especially for something like… Joan had no experience with… well, with anything being back there. She wasn't much sure she wanted that experience either… but, fear of Cinder pushing further faster as a punishment made as encouragement enough for Joan to try.

The lubricant felt odd on her fingers, odd, but not particularly bad. For something so slippery, it clung to her fingers oddly. She stalled by rubbing it between her middle finger and thumb. It was… it was an intimidating she was about to try. Yup, Joan the hunter was intimidated by a small piece of silicone and a bit of lube. What a thing to be prideful of.

With an anxious sigh, she slickened the toy and tried to find the best position. First she tried laying on her back, but that didn't feel right, then she tried on her knees with her ass out and her face down. No, no, no, that was worse, that was so much worse! Joan immediately flipped back over and did her best to organize the pillows so they propped her up and assisted in getting a better angle.

She groaned and pouted, but forced herself to test the waters with her finger. That wasn't too much? Just to test it like that? It wasn't too new. She had gone a little extra to clean up back there in preparation during her bath, so- "Ah~"

To her baffling shock, it felt distinctly different from how she had expected. She expected? Discomfort? Pressure? Pain- she definitely expected pain. But… at least as she began, no pain, not at all. With a gentle finger, Joan tested the waters. It was… nice? Her fingers were a little cold, and that was less than desirable, but the gentle pressure against her hole? It felt… Joan didn't have the words for it yet.

As Joan worked a small circle against herself and felt her caged sex stir. Why- why did it care! She wasn't playing with it! Just… just her backside. Fuck, it had never felt like this when she cleaned herself. Why did it feel… nice now?

The new woman tested more and more at the outer pucker. It was so sensitive there. She felt like she could pick up on even the slightest touch. When she tried to press in a little deeper, past just her outer ring, Joan yelped. There, that was what she was expecting from the beginning- like she was being forced open? Not in a horrible way, but not in a nice one either.

Joan winced and returned to just playing with the outer ring. It would be easier if she go herself all slicked up before starting in earnest, right? "Mhmm…" As she returned to testing her entrance, Joan began to understand why some people actually liked anal. Sure, nothing else of it made much sense yet, but getting teased there, maybe having someone lick it- "Ohh~" Joan moaned again and her sex quivered in its cage. For the first time since it had been put on, Joan actually wanted to touch herself. She imagined that maybe touching her… other thing wouldn't be so bad if she were touching back there too.

It grew against the cage and left Joan with an uncomfortably comfortable pressure against her length and taint. Her breaths hastened and her body eagered to match. Before Joan even knew what was happening, her hips began to roll into the touch of her finger. She wondered if that was what it felt like for most women their first time? Was it similar? The pleasurable entrance and pain if pressed too fast? It sounded similar to what she had heard. Maybe… maybe she wasn't so different from the rest of Remnant's women after all? Joan almost wanted to cry at that thought- the thought of not being so different.

It was a bittersweet thought, one that would have killed Joan's arousal on most nights, but her body seemed to be rather thoroughly invested. Trying to recent herself, Joan closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself into a better place.

'Hey, Jaune- Joan, it's ok. We can try this if you want.' A fictitious Pyrrha offered gently with loving kisses to the woman new to being a woman's stomach.

'Pyrrha, I~' Joan moaned to herself as her finger dipped further with such a slow pace it felt good this time. Her imaginary lover did the same.

'There you go. It's ok, that's better, right.'

'Better! Better! So much better!' Joan nodded hurriedly into her pillows and only for herself.

'It's a shame she's all caged up. Your poor clit looks all sensitive and swollen.' Joan caressed around the cage, mirroring how she imagined the lover might. Joan wasn't sure where the term came from in the heat of the moment with herself, but she liked it- she loved it, how it made her feel, how it chiseled away at that which made her feel different and wrong. 'She's even leaking. Just a little touch back here and you get all wet' Joan imagined Pyrrha's sweet little giggle and her finger twitched, pushing deeper, earning quite the lewd noise from herself.

'Pyrrha, I- it's good- I- but I need to-' Joan sealed her eyes, even in her fantasy.

'I know, I know exactly what you need.' Pyrrha's voice turned dark and a finger pressed past the ring and inside Joan. Better, it was so so so much better. She wanted to feel more! There was still pressure, still a type of discomfort- or at least that was what Joan figured it was- but it felt different. Like- like she was opening up- sharing a part of her intimacy with someone else- or discovering it on her own for the first time. What little pain there was melted into something else only a half moment later. It was almost addicting how the hit of pain melted off to something so much nicer. Joan would never admit it to anyone other than maybe Pyrrha if she wanted to know, but it made her want more, to be pushed and stretched further. Honestly, some part of Joan wished to know what it would feel like to have Pyrrha push her, to force in a second or third finger before Joan was really ready.

'You need it filled with that nice toy, huh?' The darker tone persisted as the finger delved deeper into Joan and caught something just right.

"AHH!" Joan screamed and cried. The sensation of electricity shot through her. Since when- since when did- did she have something back there that felt so good? It- she-

'Good girl.' the two words, though fictitious made Joan melt. She melted, but her fingers- and those of her fantasy- had a mind of their own.

The finger inside her delved deeper only to get a better angle at her prostate. It pressed, caressed, teased, and destroyed Joan through her sensitive button. She didn't know, but it was a natural thing to have, most with bodies like her had such a spot- one that reacted delightfully to just a little touch. And a little touch was all it needed. Joan was shocked when she felt herself on the edge. She hadn't expected it- to feel good at all, but to be on the verge of release already?

Joan was baffled. She may have been baffled, but her mind and her finger had not the slightest hesitation. The finger assaulted the pleasure button without relent. 'Such a good slut, all needy and about to cum from your ass- all while caged up.' Joan's voice cracked as she realized it was no longer Pyrrha's voice in her head. 'I will let you cum if you tell me… don't you want to cum like a good whore- the good whore you are?' The fantasy persisted far beyond what Joan wanted. It persisted, so did her finger, and she came. Even through her cage, somehow, Joan felt the moment of rapture seize her.

As Joan came, her finger tensed and pressed all the harder against her spot, driving her further into the madness of her pleasure. A little while later, Joan's mind cleared and she had the wherewithal to slip the plug in while she was already stretched. It hurt, but the pain only made her sex twitch again.

It was a miracle, but eventually, Joan made her way back to the bathroom just long enough to wipe off the inside of her leg and was her hands. After that, she collapsed back into bed and quickly fell back asleep- though, not until after she proceed to beat herself up over and over again for how and why in the world Cinder could have slipped into her fantasies once again.

End of Chapter 12