Chapter 4:
Author's Note: So... I have no idea why I'm writing this fast, or this much. Well, I know why the latter; smut is fun to write and I tend to extend it more than I should.
I'll probably catch flack about personalities here, but honestly, I think it works well given what we knew about Rachel and Quinn from canon. Rachel is a control freak, and Quinn tends to do what she is told, especially by authority figures.
Anyways, I don't own the characters. As always, please read and review. I would love to hear from all of you follows. Comments help me know if I'm doing right or wrong by you guys. The audience matters just as much as the content. If people stop enjoying this let me know and I'll work to make it wonderful once more.
Enjoy folks, and remember: Rated M for mature ::spoken in video game voice
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September 1st:
School had started a week okay, and Rachel was unsure how this had been the worst possible school start to date, despite the fact that she now had people she considered friends(FRIENDS!). She stood at her locker, and a small smile grew on her face, and for the first time in high school, she let it. Prior to her senior year, happiness was not something she worried herself about; the time period in her life spent at McKinley High School in Lima Ohio would have been just a footnote in the outstanding and riveting biography of one Rachel Barbara Berry, Broadway Star and EGOT winner.
But her summer had changed everything she thought in her life. Three new friends, despite her current uncertainty about one of them, had come into her life and refused to leave despite her brand of insanity. The Unholy Trinity was one of the best things, previously worst, things in her life. For a while she thought having friends would actually be better than singing, which she also had believed to be an impossibility, but nevertheless felt certain that it came really, really, really close, and she kind of liked that.
Except for August being the worst month in a long time. It was August that Santana and Brittany left for cheer camp. Rachel had thought Quinn was joining them, but apparently, the girl had never shown up, a fact that could not have been relayed to the diva until they returned from same due to inability to contact the outside world while on the trips. Apparently, the first rule of cheer-leading camp is don't talk about cheer-leading camp. The second rule is very similar. A weird group, but she had known that since freshmen year.
Rachel closed her locker and hugged her books tightly to her chest. She had been given a new locker this year, something about mixing things up and having the seniors help the freshmen in their new school. It was really just a ploy by the megalomaniac named Sue Sylvester, but Rachel could neither prove nor disprove that the cheer-leading coach had done something to split up the Gleeks.
August also was the worst month she had to endure because her boyfriend had decided now was a perfect time for her to start paying attention to him. It was probably due to that she had stopped texting Finn towards the end of July, as he had yet to really reply to her or agree to any of the dates she wanted to have, or even just hang out with her. Rachel figured that was what summer was for and didn't want to pressure him by being nagging and a constant presence in his life, even if she was just his girlfriend, at least she thought. The month before school proved that the train of thought was correct.
Finn returned to her life, and it was nice again, to have a semi-attentive boyfriend, even if he never understood what she was talking about, and she him, and often he was get bored easily with what she wanted to do, or just plain rude. But having a boyfriend, especially popular one was nice. Speaking of-
"Good Morning Finn," Rachel said, her arms wrapped around her books in front of her chest. She wore a plaid skirt with her favorite sweater, it was Friday, after all, and she deserved to reward herself with a well-made stitched unicorn and pink sweater.
"Hey, Rach," Finn said. He stood over her, staring down, but his eyes weren't on hers. They were focused, as usual, on her v-neck, trying to look at her bra(black and lacy, picked out by Brittany of all people). She sighed and pulled her books up a bit higher.
"Walk me to class?" Third period science was just a few hallways away, and it was just a few doors away from Finn's class. He had walked her every day thus far, but it was always polite to ask.
"Umm," he replied, "Not today."
"oh," Rachel said, fighting the small pout and forcing the disappointment down inside.
"It's not that I don't want to," he continued, his eyes finally finding hers, "But Coach wants to speak with me before class. Something about the game coming up and-"
She searched his eyes as he rambled, the words disappearing into emptiness as she attempted to use her limited, but selective third eye to determine if he was deceptive. There was nothing she could determine, nothing that he was lying about. Rachel didn't know why she had questioned him as much as she was. Finn was honest and kind, if a bit dim sometimes, and while he rarely looked beyond himself, he still was there when she needed him in the end. This was going to be her year. With her popular boyfriend who loved and cherished her, and her friends(FRIENDS!), senior year would be her best year yet.
"Of course, Finn," Rachel said once she noticed he had stopped talking, "I would never be one to step in front of you dreams."
"Thanks." He kissed her cheek, a bit sloppily, but a nice, sweet gesture. She smiled back and kissed his, enjoying the small tingle of contentment. "I knew you'd understand." He disappeared down the hallway, away from their classes without another word.
Rachel walked with a very little care. There had been no slushies or taunts or threats or anything that she had suffered through the majority of her high school career, and she was enjoying the piece. Santana and Brittany had taken care of it, she supposed. Quinn...she hadn't heard much from Quinn. Glee was due to start up soon, and while the blonde was not around, Rachel was sure she'd be there for the group. For her. This year was-
Very, very cold.
Her books fell to the floor as three different slushies dripped down her body. Rachel couldn't see, eyes shut as tight as possible in hopes that none of the sticky, disgusting substance hurt her even more. This wasn't suppose to happen. Her unicorn sweater was soaked through, and she was sure that the black lacy bra she wore was highlighted underneath. It continued to slide down her face, her neck and down her back, even to her-
"My Barbara," she twisted a little bit as some of the frozen goo slipped down her skirt.
Laughter. It was the laughter she had thought disappeared like the night as her sunrise of senior year rose. The hallway sang its cruel song as seniors, juniors and sophomores filled her ears, and the soft sounds of freshmen just hidden underneath, unsure of what was going on, but afraid to not fit in.
"Enjoy your bath, Gleek?" A voice cut through everything. She heard that voice before. One of the hockey players, the base of the sports teams at McKinley. "Here let us help you dry off."
Something else was dumped on her, and through the sludge that coated her, Rachel felt tiny, light somethings land on her. She coughed and sputtered as she breathed them in, trying to turn away, but a heavy hand pushed her back in the middle of the pool of slushie, her flats offering no traction, and was forced to spin a bit. She tried to keep her balance.
Feathers. Rachel coughed out feathers and was happy that her eyes were closed. She tightened them even more, determine not to see anything. They slushied and feathered her.
The laughter grew louder.
Nothing had changed. The hockey player spewed out taunts and insults, calling her Man-hands once again, a little tranny who had whored her way into the graces of a jock like Finn. That her surgery was fantastic, and done a great job hiding the fat and scars. That every one wanted to show her what a real man was and-
The laughter suddenly stopped. The hallway was quiet again, just before the world erupted in fear and terror and oddly comfort.
"Who the fuck do you think you fucking are, you fucking twat-wads?" Santana shouted, and Rachel shook in place. It was just from the cold she told herself. "Who the fuck gave you permission, and why did you actually fucking think it was a fucking good idea? Did you not get the memo, you-" The cheerio slipped into Spanish; Mr Schuester was a terrible teacher, and her vocabulary was horrible. Santana spoke fast and loud, her voice only a few feet away.
A hand pushed her aside, and Rachel nearly fell. But something slammed hard against the lockers. She really, really wanted to open her eyes. But her hands were sticky and terrible at removing the slushie she was coated in. More slipped down her skirt, now into her underwear and traveling her legs to her flats. The feathers were even more awkward, her hands just scratching her skin as she moved.
"Don't you dare," the voice growled, actually growled, and Rachel's body vibrated from her sternum all the way to just below her navel and she should really stop that line of thought in school. "Don't you fucking dare."
"Q?" Santana paused in her rant.
Quinn was near her. Now she really, really wanted to see. Someone stepped close to her, a hand that shook slightly touched her cheek, then another one. Two thumbs lightly brushed her vile substance from her eyes.
The blonde she knew was gone. The light sun-bleached, soft, wonderfully soft, hair was gone and pink harshness stood in its place. Thick eyeliner detracted from the deep, dark green iris, while the pink eye shadow hardened the soft curves of her face. And, Barbara, a nose ring, a piercing. Rachel could smell the smoke from her lips, now bright pink as well. But whatever anger the once-blonde had disappeared. She only saw sadness and worry, and something else that made her warm up in the exact same place as- stupid line of thought for later, Rachel, deal with your weird ideas later.
"Are you okay?" Rachel shook her head. The voice hadn't changed at all, music that she had missed for over a month now, even with the smoking. "Stupid question. I'm sorry."
"Q, what the fucking-"
"Lopez, you and Pierce take Berry hear to the showers, get her cleaned up." The HBIC voice was frightening and Rachel shook from the cold, again, she swore. It had nothing to do with the tone and how even harsh and mean the voice was, Quinn still only sound like music.
"Who the fuck-"
"Sure, Quinn," Brittany said and wrapped an arm around Rachel. Quinn pulled away, her hands shaking again, but she never took her eyes off of her. "we'll take care of it."
"Good," the now-punk non-blonde turned away. The outfit was form fitting, though the black jacket with spiked shoulders hid most of it. A torn skirt that probably was as short as Rachel's, though the stockings she wore, also torn, helped give some modesty. "I'll take care of these... boys."
Brittany led her away, and Santana stomped by behind them, glaring at the crowd who parted ways for her. Rachel stopped though, her eyes pausing on someone who shouldn't have been there, who was suppose to be talking with his coach.
Finn had hidden around a corner, trying to look like he had not been there the entire time, but Rachel knew better. She knew his sheepish and guilty smile, the one that he had given so many times, including the meeting after the New York failure and kiss. He was a man-child, and it was a like finding a boy who had eaten all of the cookies, even when he knew better. But why? Why was here? Had he decided to take her to her classes anyways.
Santana nearly walked into, well, she did, except her hands here in front of her and the cheerio pushed her a bit. Rachel would have fallen had Brittany not held on tight. "We're going to talk later, Finnosaurus, don't think I know what's happened here."
The three girls walked away from the quarterback, leaving him looking at his feet. No one said a word and Rachel felt someone wet on her cheeks, which she was sure was just the slushie dripping onto the spots Quinn cleaned up. She never cried at school, and wouldn't stop now.
Even if her boyfriend had abandoned her, which wasn't likely, and on of her friends(friends?) had tried to rescue her, only to leave her again. Even then.
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Nov. 2nd:
Quinn had not been able to visit Rachel until Sunday, as her fathers sought to spend some time with her, making sure she was okay and safe and okay. She had wanted to see the diva, to explain things and maybe see if she could salvage their friend ship.
After the slushie incident, Rachel cornered her with the Skanks and tried to get her to rejoin Glee. But she could not. Her tiger was demanding so much of her and she struggled with it for most of August before slowly gaining control.
The Skanks were like her, well, in a way. They were all related in a round about way, but wolf-clans tended to breed together, even if they were not actually related. The Mack was the one who found her, tormented and depressed as she fought the desire and want inside, as well as the penis she grew overnight after a sleepover with Rachel, where they cuddled and held each other after a rather gory film of Santana's choice.
The Mack taught her more about being a were-creature then her mother had, at least, the idea of mating and such. They never talked about sex in the Fabray's besides the standard "DON'T". It was embarrassing to even think about. They never talked about her tiger-side besides just how to control it. But she needed to learn.
Quinn needed to learn about what it meant to be an Alpha, what it meant to be responsible for her race. The were-tigers were hunted, almost to extinction, really. The Wolf tribes had told stories of how they ruled and controlled the hunts, protecting mankind from itself and dangers. Until hunters had enough. Until humans desired control and hunted the oddities and supernatural beings to secrecy and invisibility. The Wolf tribes were one of the few that survived well, taking to the woods and small towns, almost like that horrible vampire movie(thankfully, those creatures did not exist), while the Tiger clans were killed, slaughtered because they were feared. Very few survived.
The Mack taught her about pregnancy and Alphas, how they would only produce their kind with viable mates, those who deserved them. Puck was an alpha-male, but as the Mack told her, offering her a cigarette, he did not deserve her. She taught Quinn about how, even though accepting herself as a were, she was still keeping herself separate and away from what she truly was. A were-tiger was both human and tiger, at the same time.
Quinn opened herself up, accepting a new truth, one she fought with for years. Her senses exploded and her tiger-heart raged against her human mind. For a week, she struggled to hold a form that was comfortable, that was Lucy Quinn Fabray, not a monstrosity. She was constantly breaking bones and healing them, including compound fractures that pierced her perfect sink. Fur grew and shed, ripping apparent underneath her muscles as it pushed out of her body. It was hell. But when the week was over, Quinn felt more her than she had before. For once, the tiger did not fight her any more. Or rather she did not fight the tiger.
She needed to explain all of this, if she could. As accepting as Rachel as was, Quinn needed to explain herself, the separation and the attitude, the secrecy, as well as why she was humping the girl the day before. Waking up next to Rachel was a memory she would never forget, mainly because it was the closest she had been to the girl in months.
Quinn walked up to the Berry's door and knocked. They knew she was coming over after dinner, as the rules meant at least one dad had to be present when friends were over, after an unfortunate experience with alcohol early in the summer and Leroy walking in on a naked Santana and Brittany in the living room.
She shuffled on her feet, kind of wishing that she had not worn a sun dress. Not that she was cold or anything, but it was the old Quinn, someone who had disliked herself and fought so hard against herself. The new-Quinn, while not punkish any more, still felt more comfortable in sweat pants and a tank top, though a loose one would only make Rachel uncomfortable since most days Quinn forwent underwear.
The door opened, and Hiram stood over her. "Quinn." He didn't move.
"Mr. Berry," she replied. The black man just started at her through his glasses, never waiving. But Quinn returned the look. No fear, no anxiety, no questions any more. The tiger-she-was knew her place, even if the man stood over her.
"Oh, daddy," Rachel said, pushing the man aside. The million watt smile Quinn received warmed her, even though the early winter had gotten worse. Granted, it hadn't bothered her like it once would have, but still, it was the thought, Quinn figured. "Quinn! Come in, come in. It's cold.
Rachel had bundled up in what looked like two sweaters, the second one was large enough to reach her thighs and had a orange cat on it, pajama bottoms that were pink with gold stars, and had a blanket wrapped around herself, black covered with gold stars. She also had a knitted hat on with a star pom.
Quinn stepped inside and wrapped the girl in a tight hug. Cherries invaded her senses, filling up single pore she had, overloading the mind she had sought to calm. She just tightened her grip and pulled the girl as close as possible. The blanket fell and Rachel wrapped her arms around her waist, laying her face on Quinn's neck, exposing her own to the tiger-mind. She wanted to nuzzle and lick on the smooth skin, tasting it and enjoying everything that would be Rachel Berry.
Leroy coughed, and Quinn tried to pull away, but Rachel just held on tight. "Daddy," she said and nuzzled the blonde, "Quinn has never been a problem here. You don't need stand guard like some crazy man."
"Really, Leroy," Hiram said. "The girls will be okay. Just let them talk okay. Quinn probably has a lot to say." He glared softly at her, and she nodded, but did not look away. She would never back down again. "You two may head upstairs now."
"Kay," Rachel finally pulled away, but took Quinn's hand and pulled her up the stairs to her room.
In three months, the room had not changed much. Still bright pink with dull pink covers and animals, oh the stuffed animals that sat around on the floor and shelves, but cleared of the bed for once. Pictures of her friends, even if they were only as old as the summer. Albums on a bookshelf, cds and vinyl, covered a wall, with a desk sitting near, a record player hooked up to a headset and microphone that was connected to the laptop. A television sat on a dresser with a few devices hooked up to it. Quinn knew if she looked under the bed, she would find a box filled with video games, the diva's little vice that only the Unholy Trinity knew about.
Rachel closed the door and jump onto her bed, bouncing on it slightly before shuffling around to look at Quinn, standing just inside the room, coat still on and backpack hanging to the side now. She fought a smile, but decided it was better to let the girl see just how happy she was that she was. The girl threw the blanket off, tossing her hat and sweater as well only to reveal the second possessed an orange cat as well. "Hi," Rachel said, smiling shyly.
"Hi," Quinn replied. The brunette reached out for Quinn. With a smile, she dropped her bag and removed her coat, and tried to ignore the raised eyebrows on Rachel, as well as the heightened pulse, slight temperature increase and catch in her breath. She fought for a second before letting herself be pulled, Rachel laughing the entire time. It was contagious and Quinn let herself be free.
They laid down next to each other; Quinn had a hard time keeping her eyes still, taking in everything and anything about Rachel, absorbing whatever she could from the girl just inches from her. The sweater was really tight on the girl, as was the pajamas. She swallowed and tried to control herself.
Quinn wanted to keep this image of Rachel in her mind as long as possible. Especially if this was the last time she would see the diva. Rachel's pillows, pink as they were, smelled of her, and it calmed her. The smell of the girl alone calmed her.
This talk would drive her away; she was so certain of it. Despite the calmness Rachel showed the day before, the reasons behind everything, why Quinn left, her strange biology, and transformational issues would send the girl running.
"Hi," Rachel said.
"Hi," Quinn replied. The brunette reached out and placed her hand on Quinn's arm, running her fingers up and down. She let go of a breathe, shaky and uneven, closing her eyes as she relaxed into the touch.
"I missed you," Rachel said. Quinn just nodded; she had missed her too. "You promised me something."
"Hmm?"
"Well, not promised as much, but said you would, and I expect you to uphold you not-promise to me anyways, especially because-" Quinn's smile widen and betrayed her uncertainty. It was not fear, because she no longer feared anything. Not even losing Rachel. It had to be something else, some other emotion that settled in her chest, because then she could not handle anything. She just could not. And the tiger-side had taught her that nothing was beyond her, that nothing would control her, especially not fear.
"And what did I not promise?"
"To tell me why you felt it was necessary to distance yourself from me and Santana and Brittany, but mostly me, because you were my cuddle buddy and I missed that. It sucks being the third wheel with those two, but I guess you knew that all and while I can see that-" Quinn reached out and lightly tapped Rachel's mouth with her finger.
"Okay," she said.
"Okay? So you'll tell me."
"Yes."
"Everything?"
"Yes."
"Even the tiger and penis stuff." Quinn face reddened.
"Of course." There was no hesitation, despite her desire to keep at least something to herself, but she had said she would explain, and she could not lie to the diva.
"And why you left me?" The final question nearly shattered her heart, the solid iron and ice she had reforged in August as a fierce were-tiger should possess. Nearly was probably the wrong adverb. Certainly, was more accurate.
"I am truly sorry I have hurt you again, Rachel," Quinn said. The diva shifted on her shoulder closer to Quinn and processed to tangle her legs up with her. Thin pajama pant-covered legs. That she felt every gentle curve and tight muscles beneath.
"Just be honest with me, kay?" Rachel replied. "That's all I want."
"You sure?"
Rachel nodded.
"About everything?"
Another nod.
"Will you not leave?"
"Why would I-" She paused in her response; Quinn closed her eyes. The hand stopped moving and just rested on her elbow. "Quinn, I swear to you, nothing you say could make me leave you. You're my best friend. I don't know how it happened, especially all things considered that we went through, but you are, and I love you for it." The hand started moving again, and her iron-ice heart pumped unevenly, though it was probably working just fine and that was more of a reaction to the tender words of the diva who had no reason to trust her.
Quinn said nothing for a while, trying to gather her words, and, though she refused to admit it to herself, her courage to say what she needed to say. Rachel deserved more than her, more than a bitch who hurt her and debased her year after year, even when they finally became acquaintances. This would end what she had worked so hard for, and while unfortunate, she could see no other way"Quinn, I promise you-"
"I think I am gay, Rachel," Quinn said.
The hand stopped again, as did Rachel's breathing. But Quinn just continued. "It was part of what I learned, and needed to deal with. The other thing was the whole tiger issue. Not the transforming, though I do not call it that, and everything." She couldn't stop talking, the words spewed forth from her mouth like she was Rachel Berry talking about Broadway.
Quinn spoke of her past and her puberty from Lucy Caboosey to the HBIC with the smoking hot body, from the bullied to the bully, and how puberty and the acceptance of being a were-tiger just made it all worse and torturous. She spoke of her father's ignorance of her issues and hatred of all things non-natural, and how he raised and taught her to be the good little Christian girl whom was perfect in every single way that he cared about: straight, pious, and, above all, obedient. She spoke of Beth, a first in a very long time, because even the Mack did not deserve to know about her child who would never be like her, but she loved so much that the thought still hurt to this day.
Quinn spoke of her insane junior year and everything she felt and suffered through, of her own design she told Rachel, and how hard it was just to deal with it all. She spoke of her break down, her first really, after Prom and how everything failed to go according to the plan, even though her father had made it, and how it had forced to accept somethings about herself, even if it was not all of them .She spoke of New York and how she made the plan to apologize to Rachel and become her friend, even enlisting the other two-thirds of the Unholy Trinity to try to beg for forgiveness.
Quinn spoke of August and what she learned about being a were, and how she had changed once more and it frightened her beyond anything she had experienced, including the pregnancy, and how being an Alpha meant that she had a duty to propagate her face to ensure that extinction did not occur. She spoke of the Mack and the Skanks, how they helped her finish accepting the rest of herself, including the hardest part and what they told her of her history.
Through out all of, Rachel was quiet and her hand did not stop moving. Quinn was grateful for both.
"Which leads us to the thing between your legs," Rachel said, and heat filled Quinn's cheeks.
"It's not always there," Quinn replied, looking away. "it comes and goes, and started this August. That's why you never saw it before." This was the worst part, talking about the truth behind the transformation. The part that would drive her away forever, because of just how much a freak she was, even in the were community. Once again, she would be alone, even when she had friends.
"I know; had it been I would have pushed a bit harder." Quinn opened her eyes to look into Rachel's, who's nose was now only inches away.
"Wh-wh-what?"
"It's a shame really, because I would have been a bit more direct, certainly I would have realized this a bit sooner and at least had been honest with you"
"Rae, I-I-I don't, what do you-" The hand was now pulling her close, and Quinn felt Rachel's body press again against her.
"You said you were gay, right?" Rachel asked. Quinn nodded. She shuffled closer to the blonde and her hand began to play with one of the straps of her sundress. "It is really, really, really brave of you to tell me. Are...are you out?" Quinn shook her head. "Does anyone else know or am I the first?"
"The Mack, and Santana and Brittany, but that's it," Quinn replied. "She's the one who helped me with all of the were-tiger issues,and they helped out the most when I first realized it."
"Including your penis." She had a hard time forming thoughts for a second as the hand danced up her neck. It took a moment for the question to reach her understanding, but Quinn nodded. Her acceptance was a hair's breathe away. In fact, her control was almost slipping, and her spine began to lengthen. "But I'm the fourth?"
Quinn nodded, and closed her eyes. Why had she not run? Rachel was suppose to be frightened, terrified even, that the girl she knew was not really human and certainly not much of a female any more
"Don't hide from me?" The hand cupped her cheek. "You never need to hide from me."
"How can you accept all of this?"
"Hmm?"
"Me, the tiger-side," Quinn said, "My...my..."
"Penis? Cock? Dick? Baby-maker? Heat-seeking Moisture missile? Sausage?" Quinn was fighting a smile, but it was a futile battle. She knew she could not hold her laughter in, especially as her spine added vertebrae and tendons and skin and fur. Her head began to itch, and her ears hurt. "Meat popsicle? Wiener? Meat injector? Pecker? Flesh flute? Schlong? Yogurt shotgun?"
Quinn snorted and covered her mouth. She opened her and saw stars in Rachel's eyes as the smirk just brightened everything in the room. "Where did you-"
"Puck has a tendency to speak at length of his own sexual prowess," Rachel replied.
"And you see Puck when?"
"Temple. He goes every week, with or without his mom. Takes his sister and we end up talking while his sister plays with her friends."
"That's so..."
"Sweet?"
"Not Puck."
"I know, right," Rachel said. "He swore me to secrecy, but you can keep a secret, can't you?" Quinn nodded; it was a stupid question all things considered. But Rachel was so childish and giddy that she could not help but agree. "Because blackmail is an awesome tool. As a former Cheerio you know that." Rachel slide her hand down Quinn's neck back to her shoulder, and she fought a purr. Fought and failed.
She closed her eyes and just purred as Rachel scratched her neck, purring. Her ears disappeared from the side of her head as they reformed on top of her head, poking through her blonde hair. Quinn learned to ignore the biology of that one, rather just accept it then have to wonder how everything inside of her skull rearranged to do it. "You're beautiful."
"Hmm?" Quinn leaned forward a bit, trying to give more access to the diva. Whether how she was being touched or that it was Rachel, and she was willing to accept that it was the latter, it was wonderful.
"The stripes." Quinn opened her eyes and nearly rolled away, but Rachel sat up and pushed Quinn down onto her back. The diva followed the movement until she was straddling the girl, settling on her hips. Dear God, give her strength because Rachel's pajama pants were extremely tight. This close, Quinn could follow every curve of the girl, and she could not take her eyes off of her. "Oh my Barbara, you have cat ears. That is so awesome."
"What?"
"Oh, oh, oh," Rachel continued, twisting around and pressing herself harder against Quinn's hips. She fought a groan. This would not be good. "You have a tail. So what? A partial transformation, right?"
"No," Quinn said. "The better would be 'partial acceptance,' and I would apply it to either the human or tiger form."
Rachel smiled down, shifting her hips as she got comfortable. Her hands stayed on Quinn's shoulders, though her fingers tightly danced on her skin. She had pushed the straps down her arms. Blood rushed to her clit. This would be very, very not good. "So this is your natural form?"
"Yes," Quinn said. "How can you-" She could not understand why the girl remained so close to her, was touching her intimately, like Finn wished he could and Sam tried his hardest to. Gentle caresses on her shoulder and shifting of her hips as she got comfortable, many times. Did she not understand what she was doing, how she was torturing her? The blood pushed forward and upward, and Quinn felt her clit harden as it, too, altered slowly. Maybe Rachel would not notice
"No one has made the effort you have," Rachel replied, her eyes softening. Her voice was airy, so light and breathy that Quinn was sure she was not breathing correctly. "No one has apologized and truly changed for me. Just for me. Finn wanted me to change for him. Jesse just focused on him. And Puck..."
"Was a manwhore?"
Rachel laughed before sliding her hands down Quinn's sides, just grazing her breasts, and it was one of the few times she wished she wore a bra. "No, kind and sweet, but too childish. He changed a bit, even if it was just to score. But I like to think he learned a bit, grew up a bit. No, Quinn. You grew and developed." Her eyes lingered on the blonde's chest; damn thin material exposing her a bit more. Her nipples had harden, almost painfully, but Quinn did not move. "And changed just for me. Because you wanted to. You treated me so wonderfully, and not only that, let me treat you. You didn't protect me unless I couldn't, and you-"
"Rachel..."
The girl started to grind on her. That was the only term that came to mind. Her penis had fully grown, and Rachel pressed down on her, letting Quinn feel the warmth of her vagina. She moaned and closed her eyes. "Cared for me. I have never felt what I feel right now, certainly not towards Finn, because that was fondness and lust, which was kinda fun if I am being honest, but it was just that fun and-"
"Rachel."
"It wasn't all that I wanted; I realize that now, even though it has only been two months since the break up, three since you left me. But you came back. You. Came. Back. I can't begin to tell you."
Quinn reached up and grabbed Rachel's arms, stopping her hands from sliding up and down her sides. But her hips never stopped moving. "Rachel!"
"What?" The diva stopped talking, a smile grew on her face. The innocent smile that meant she knew exactly what she was doing and would continue to do so. "Oh."
"Yes, oh," Quinn said. She groaned as the diva pressed down with her butt. "Don't."
"Is that for me?" She asked, innocence sparkling in her eyes. She continued to move, side to side, up and down, pressing down hard and then relaxing a bit. Quinn grabbed her hips and tried to still the diva, though she really just helped her move against her, a bit faster now. "Oh. It is."
"Yes, please stop," Quinn replied. She felt it building up, the pressure that she knew would come soon. Despite how much she did not want to ejaculate in front Rachel now, it was going to happen and she was determined to enjoy it even more so.
"Why?"
"Because I want to talk about this," Quinn said. It was too much. Rachel being aggressive, even it was kind of passive and sweet and kind. Her straight up acceptance, even though she gave reasons, Quinn found it all hard to believe. Her thumbs slipped under both sweaters and touched the skin she had only dreamed of, though the dreams were frequent and rather detailed these days. "I want to talk about-"
"Me practically riding your cock?" Quinn blushed. "You're so clinical sometimes. Say it."
"No." The words were wrong. She had to keep it distant from herself. Had to distant the physical feeling from her mind. Rachel was more than just a physical pleasure, and she had dreamt so long of being touched by the girl.
Rachel stopped moving, the smile never leaving her face. Her nipples hurt now, and her penis throbbed. Quinn tried to push on the diva's hips, but she refused to move, refused to release her tension. "Say it."
Quinn closed her eyes and shook her head.
"Say it, or I'll walk away right now, leaving your hard cock aching, begging for me to continue. Say it."
She repeated the motion. The word would make it too real. It would release the emotions she had hide, ones that she thought maybe Rachel shared, but she could not be sure.
"Say it, Quinn,and I'll make you cum so hard, with just a touch. Maybe I'll pull up your dress so it is just above your cock, and take it in my hand. Maybe I'll even suck your cock. Would you like that? Would you like that, my sweet, lovely kitty? Would you like to feel the warmth of my mouth, my tongue slide along the veins on your cock, a kiss maybe right on the head as I lick the precum off, moaning with every taste. Are you cut or uncut? Oh if you were uncut, I'll pull the foreskin down your cock with my teeth, let go and graze them down the sides of your cock. I'll do that anyways, though, my kitty, just to see you squirm." Please move, she begged, but said no words, just a little, but Rachel held still. Quinn could not say the word, because it would mean that she accepted her lust for the brunette. Her penis hurt now.
"Say it, Quinn." A hand reached down and cupped her breast, the thumb flicking up and down, up and down, up and down her nipple. Quinn moaned again, shaking her head. It was too much, so much. Her mouth was dry, and her penis just ached more and more as the warmth between Rachel's legs did not lessen.
The pressure was so close, but Rachel refused to budge, refused to give her the release she needed now. "My...My..." The words felt awkward and she didn't know if she could get them out. The lust grew more and more. The tiger wanted to take the girl, and it would be so easy. The human wanted to love the girl and it would be so hard.
"Good, kitty," Rachel said. "Say it and get the reward of my pussy sliding along your hot, rock hard cock, pussy cat, begging for you just to fuck me hard. I'll cum over you, covering your beautiful yellow dress in my juices, letting it soak it. Say it, Quinn."
"My...my..."
"That's a good kitty," Rachel said, her other hand no resting on her other breast. She leaned forward a bit, placing her weight on Quinn's chest, squeezing her breasts as Rachel's fingers flicked up and down in an alternating pattern. "Just say it, and I'll let you be free."
"My...my..." Quinn's lip trembled, "my cock." Her voice barely exited her mouth.
"Speak up, kitty," Rachel replied. "I couldn't hear you. You must speak clearly so I can understand you. What did you say?"
"My cock," Quinn said, a bit louder this time. Rachel leaned forward.
"Open your eyes." She complied. "Good kitty." The diva was inches from her face, staring at her through half slitted eyes and the smirk, the damn beautiful smirk shown brightly on her face. "Now say it so I can hear you." She squeezed a nipple and Quinn arched her back again.
"My cock," Quinn repeated, almost speaking normally.
"Still too soft. You're voice, certainly not this lengthy cock between my legs, my pussy resting on it. Do you feel the wetness of my pussy on your cock, hmm? Isn't it wonderful. How long is your cock anyways?"
"I...I do not-"
"Contractions kitty."
Quin swallowed. "I don't know."
"You don't know what?" The fingers squeezed her nipples and Quinn arched up, but the pressure of Rachel's vagina did not increase; she just followed the motion.
"I don't know how long my...my..." Quinn said. "My cock is."
"Very good, kitty," Rachel said, but didn't start moving.
"Please," Quinn said. The tiger hated the submissiveness; Alpha did not submit, it went against the definition of the word. But the human panted and loved every second of it. She a wet spot on her dress, not large, but just enough to tell her she was close. "Please let me cum."
"What would you like to cum, pussy cat?"
"my...my...cock," Quinn replied. The smirk grew larger.
"Oh, I would love-"
"Rachel!" Leroy's voice pierced the room. "Quinn! Come down stairs please." The six words broke their world.
"To make your cock cum, but daddy needs us now," Rachel said.
She rolled her hips and slide off, her hands trailing down Quinn's body, coming close to her pe-no cock, but never touching it. "No," Quinn begged. "Please no, I need to-"
"Later, sweetie," Rachel replied. She stood at the foot of the bed and looked down, pulling her sweater up a little and exposing her flat stomach. Quinn followed slightly, moving to sit on her knees to let her tail move. "Look at how hot you made me, kitty. Look at how wet my pussy is." Quinn moved slowly up to her elbows, staring at Rachel's cro-no pussy, remember her words, if only to get Rachel to finish her, let her cum. The pajamas were pulled up so high that she could see her pussy lips, a detailed camel toe. It was beautiful. Quinn licked her lips, trying to wet them, though her mouth remained dry. "All for your wonderful cock. Maybe some day I'll let to stick it in my pussy. Would you like that?"
The tiger and human both agreed. Quinn's ears twitched in excitement and tail swung back and forth. She was suppose to be the Alpha but with little effort, Rachel dominated her. The diva leaned forward and offered her hand to Quinn. "Come, we need to change, what with your dress covered in my juices and your precum, that hard cock sticking out and my pajamas practically dripping with how wet you made me. Don't want to scare my dad and daddy, though dad probably understands that this is what I want."
"Huh?" Quinn said. She took the hand and let herself be pulled up. Rachel was surprisingly strong. She stood in front of the diva, who wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist, pressing her cock between their bodies.
"We talked yesterday," Rachel said. "The three of us. That's why you couldn't come over. We needed to talk about everything. I didn't tell them about the tiger and the chase and almost sexual assault slash bestiality, or you waking up naked next to me with that wonderful cock of yours rubbing in my skirt, so close to my pussy."
"What...what...did you talk about?"
"My fluid sexuality," Rachel said.
"Flu..fluid?"
"Stuttering is not attractive when we are conversing, Quinn. When we are having sexy times, I'll accept it, but I want you to use your words, okay?" Quinn nodded. "Yes, my fluid sexuality. I don't believe in labels as they would limit me. We talked about how I had always had a crush on you, even when you bullied me, though I didn't realize that until recently, and how this summer was the greatest because, even though I thought you were straight, I got to be near you and hold you. I felt so wonderful and safe and loved. Yes loved. I can say that now, looking back, but then I just enjoyed it. I didn't know how much you mattered until you went away."
"Girls!" Hiram said. "We need to see you downstairs."
"We're changing for bed," Rachel shouted back, turning so she did not not direct her stage yell towards Quinn, which she was thankful for. "In a minute."
"You...like...me?" Quinn asked, the tiger confused by the emotions while the human was just confused by everything.
Rachel nodded. "I wouldn't do that with anyone Quinn, certainly not since I decided I wanted to be a virgin until I was twenty five." She did not know if she could wait that long. "I held off Finn for two years now, his pressure was kinda pathetic really, and other than straight up begging, which was kinda adorable in a way and, certainly I liked the power, did nothing for me. I thought I would grow into finding him physically attractive enough to sleep with, but certainly not before twenty five. You changed that. You and your large cock."
"I...did?"
"Yep," Rachel said. "Now come, let's get changed and see what dad and daddy want so we can come back up here and watch movies until we fall asleep in my bed."
Quinn shook her head. "What about-"
"What about what, Quinn?" Rachel said. "Use your words."
"My cock," Quinn finished. It hurt so much right now and the diva slide up and down once. She moaned at the contact.
"Oh, well," Rachel smirked up at the blonde. "We'll see."
"You can't just leave me hanging here," Quinn replied. "Please don't, I need you to make me cum."
"Such lovely vulgar words out of your mouth, kitty." Rachel let go of Quinn and stood up to kiss her cheek and scratch her ears. Her other hand slide up her back before running down it, petting her tail and grabbing her butt, ass. "Later, maybe. I'll take care of your cock, so don't you kay?" She nodded. "Do you have sleep ware? No? I'll take care of it." Rachel turned to go to her dresser but stopped and turned back to stare at the blonde. "Do you have a pussy still?"
Quinn nodded.
"Good, don't touch that either, kay?" Quinn nodded. "Excellent." Rachel clapped her hands and turned to finish her next mission, but paused again. "Wait." She returned to Quinn and pulled up her dress, exposing her cock to the air. "Good no panties. So hot by the way. Stay right here."
She went to her dresser and pulled out a few things before replacing them back, looking for something specific. When she turned around, Rachel held out some cloths. "Wear these." Quinn walked forward, her cock bouncing. The tiger cried out to rush forward and take the girl; the human said to walk slower and let Rachel enjoy the way she looked. The diva's eyes remained focused on her cock, and she licked her lips.
Quinn took the cloths, frowning when she saw a pair of short shorts and a tank top. "Will these fit?"
"Try them on, we'll see." She turned to go to the bathroom, but Rachel's hand grabbed her elbow and turned her back to face her. "No, here."
Quinn was going to expose herself to the girl she..cared about so much. Who she lusted and wanted to mate with so much. The human loved it, and the tiger wanted to show off why the diva should have sex with her. "Here, I'll help you, kitty." Rachel grabbed Quinn's dress and pulled it down; her breasts squeezing down and the top scrapped her nipples. She moaned. It continued down, resting on her cock. "Hold still, please." Rachel grabbed the sides of the dress, avoiding her cock and shimmied it, rubbing against it and pushing it down, as she pulled it to the floor. "Go on, get dressed."
Quinn felt so hot, so red, but did as she was told. The shorts were tight, but slide up enough, like underwear, though her cock peeked out the top. The tank top was worse; her breasts straining against it, barely covering her stomach, to a few inches above her belly button. "Wonderful, but we don't want to give dad and daddy a heart attack." She walked over and grabbed the large sweater. "Wear this too."
The sweater was bulky and heavy. Quinn was warm enough, her skin practically on fire. She ran warmer than most, a byproduct of her were-tigerness, but this would be took much. Rachel turned around and bent over, shaking her perfectly toned ass at the blonde, her pussy highlighted by the soaked area. "These will do." She turned around holding some cloths. "I'm gonna change in the bathroom. You wait right here."
Quinn nodded, and Rachel stepped forward and kissed her cheek. "Good kitty." She disappeared out of sit, though her ears followed the girl, twitched.
She sighed. If she was going downstairs to meet the Berry's, she had to accept her human side, at least just enough to get her tail and ears back inside her. Quinn closed her eyes and breathed in slowly, exhaling fast. Slowly, her vertebra shortened and disappeared, the tail sliding in. The ears shifted down her head until they were properly at the side, shrinking down to their normal size. Her cock did not disappear.
Rachel returned to her room and Quinn turned around to see her wearing a robe. She was disappointed. She had hoped that Rachel wore something similar to her own. "Ready?" The blonde nodded. "Kay, lets go."
She held out a hand and Quinn took it, smiling at the gentle squeeze, and let herself be pulled out.
This wasn't how she expected it, conforming to Rachel's wishes and desires, letting the girl dominate her. Never in her fantasies had she given up control. But now the tiger was content, and the human happy. It was probably better this way. A girl who accepted and cared clearly deeply about her was something that Quinn would have done anything to have, especially when it was Rachel Berry. No, this wasn't how she originally wanted it to be. But she knew she would love every minute of it.