Chapter 16:
Author's Note: Fucking Quinn cockblocking herself here. Seriously, it was supposed to be smut, but noooo, Quinn had to freak out. Again. At least Rachel fixes it. Seriosuly these two are gonna kill me.
This took a while to write, not because of the content, well, kinda. I dislike writing smut on a train with other people on it. So I worked on a plot bunny that I got from reading a fic on AO3 called Harry's New Pets by ap_aelfwine. Nevertheless this is completed, and I'll tell you right now, its smut. That's about it. There is some plot development, but things have been serious for a while, and I wanted to let the girls relax, or rather, Rachel demanded and stomped the ground for sexy-times with her girlfriend. Both are acceptable theories as to how this chapter came about.
Responses: DarkBlueMint: the issue I think I ahd is that the latin form is feminine and for some odd reason I thought I could do the same with it, especially since Santana and her parents follow a female god, so my mistake.
Shadowcub: not useless as moreso that it takes certain kind of person to kill another, especially when they are beaten and bloody beneath you.
RachelBarbraBerry: haven't decided yet. I dislike her in canon because of her diva and holier than thou attitude she has, well, most of the show.
LaruenKnight13: I don't know where to begin. Yes, Rachel will be Quinn's first. As hot as it'd be to have a Quinntana moment, that's not this story – check out Invisible or the other new one I've posted, Rachel's Pets(working title) – I don't think Brianna, Remy, and Serafine are gonna move there, but they probably will make an appearance for Christmas, at least. As for the conversation? Welp, just enjoy what happens in this chapter
Update on other fics: Invisible still exists, just is going slowly, because well, its straight smut and I need to figure out how to make it move faster. I'm working on it.
They didn't have the words: no idea where to take this next. I'm throwing around ideas, so I might post something new.
Direct Hits: a album fic based around The Killer's greatest hits album, oddly titled, Direct Hits with killer!Gron Quinn. Will be posted once I get a few chapters done and work through the plot.
Rachel's New Pets: see above.
As Always, I own nothing, otherwise, I wouldn't have ignored canon and made Rachel and Santana hate each other for no other reason than drama. Fuck Ryan Murphy. Also, check out the first scene in Sexy with Holly Holiday is talking about all sexual contact begins with a touch. I think Rachel slyly touches Quinn's hand. Someone tell me I'm right and the gif set I saw wasn't a manip.
Once again, please enjoy, and review, because I love hearing back from you all.
Because I can:
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Dec. 7th
Quinn pulled tight around the body in front of her, eliciting a squeak and a giggle, then a shimmy of hips. She yawned and inhaled enough hair to fill her mouth. Spitting the hair out and coughing was enough to earn her another giggle. Then she smelled her.
"Hey," she said, and tried to push the hair out of her face, combing it down with her nose so she could rest her chin on her head without worrying about swallowing any more hair. Fur balls were not fun. Shut up. Now.
"Hey," Rachel said.
Quinn opened one eye first then the other, finding the room to be dark, which did not tell her the time. Rachel's room was mostly sound proof when the door was closed. She wanted to stretch a bit, but Rachel held her arms in place, leaving her to arch her back and press into her. Specifically press her hips against hers. Bare crotch to bare ass. Quinn pulled her closer, and Rachel giggled again, earning a moan from her.
"You're playing with fire." She felt no cloth beneath her arms and wanted to let go of her and grab hold of her breasts. But Rachel held her tight.
"We're in private, kitty," she said. "Though, I'm surprised it's still here."
"Is that a complaint?"
"Let me think," Rachel said, tapping her fingers along her forearms. "It is a valuable tool, pun intended, for our sexual activity, and while I am, was, looking forward to eating you out, is that even still there, an answer I'll find later, I suppose this is acceptable at the moment."
"And just want do you intend to do about it?" Quinn purred into her ear, slowly grinding up and down her ass. It should have been wrong at how perfect it fit between them, but she was a flush as could be, and Rachel continued to slide up and down just a little, never hardening her.
Rachel flipped in her arms and freed herself just enough to push on her shoulders until Quinn was flat on her back. Her girlfriend straddled her stomach, her pussy just above her cock. She pushed her shirt the rest of the way up, exposing her breasts to the moderately cool air of the room. "We've been in this position before, haven't we?"
Quinn nodded.
"Remember what I said then?" Rachel looked down between her legs and slide along her abs just a little, until the tip of her cock was just touching her ass. Quinn thrusted once, but she moved away, sliding back up. "Nope, that's for good girls."
"I'm a good girl," Quinn said. "I've been a very good girl." She arched up, but Rachel sat harder against, until her entire weight was on her hips.
"No, you haven't." She pouted, then tried to reach up to pull her closer, just for a kiss to make her forget about whatever she did that wasn't good. "No, arms to the side. You get to touch when I'm ready for you."
"But-"
'Kitty, if you continue to disobey, I'm getting a hair tie." Rachel slide up and down on Quinn's stomach, leaving a small trail of her juices. She inhaled and nearly growled, but remained still.
"For what- oh. Oh. That's mean." She brought her arms back down, and Rachel slide back until she was against her cock again. Not really close enough, but she felt the curve just at her tip.
"Now, as I was saying, kitty. You've been misbehaving."
"I'm sorry," Quinn said, looking away and hunching her shoulders. Rachel cupped her chin and made her face her.
"Do you know what you did wrong?" She shook her head. "Words."
"No." She was a good kitty. She didn't do anything to hurt Rachel or-
"You went and confronted someone you shouldn't have." Her eyes raised drastically and she was sure that they entered her hair line. "Santana told me before she and Brittany left for the night."
"Oh." Quinn tried to look away, but Rachel held her chin firmly.
"Do you know why that's wrong?"
"Because I got hurt?" Rachel shook her head. "Because I hurt someone? Because I didn't kill him, right?" She took a nipple in her other and squeezed and pulled just hard enough so she followed the grasp. Rachel smiled at her, though it wasn't necessarily happy smile. "Because I exposed Santana and myself to others?"
"None of that matters," Rachel said. "What matters is you did it alone."
"I don't-" She started to slide again, going further and further back, further along her cock. She tried to move with it, pushing up on her hips, but Rachel pushed down on her and glared until she stopped.
"You, in an impulsive act, believed that you can do it all on your own. That you had to. When there are three people here who would do anything for you." She looked down between her legs and lifted just a bit so she could settle her pussy right over her cock. Quinn moaned and sat up a little to get a better look. "I may not have any power like Santana or Brittany, but you matter, and I will do anything, within reason, for you."
It was strange to see the head of her cock poking between Rachel's legs, her clit standing a bit up, her pussy libs glistening as well as her cock. She flexed slightly, and Rachel rose a little bit as she moved just a little bit.
"For that, you should be punished," Rachel continued, let go of her nipple, and sat back on her thighs, lifting herself just a bit off of her and removing all pressure off of her. Quinn whined at the loss. "But, you came to me. You ran here, instead of away, when you were hurt."
She moved a bit further back, until Quinn's cock was freed and in the air. Rachel slide to the side and took it in her hand and started to rub up and down very slowly. Quinn sat up on her elbows so she could wave the movement better. She tried not to move, but every once in a while, she couldn't help but to follow the hands motion. Rachel smirked at her, but stopped with the head of her cock in her hands, and rubbed her thumb over the very tip, playing her pre cum and spreading it on her. As if her own pussy juice wasn't enough.
"So you can see the position that I'm in, can't you?"
"Yes." She said, not taking her eyes off of her hand as it started again.
"What do you think we should do, kitty? Should I punish you for being foolish to think that I wouldn't have moved heaven and earth to help you, not matter what? Or should I reward you for running to me, for trusting me to take care of you and do right by you, to protect your secret? It's a serious choice kitty, and I need you to focus on me." Rachel paused with her hand at the base, squeezing hard.
Quinn sucked in a break and nodded.
"So what should I do with you, naughty and good kitty?"
"Reward?"
"Just that?" She nodded furiously. "So I should reward you running away as well, I supposed."
Quinn wanted to nod; she wanted say that she was a good kitty. She protected someone. She was doing the right thing. And more importantly, she wanted Rachel to know that she was a good kitty. She wanted it. Wanted to please Rachel, to be under her and let her have her way, control her. Consume her and everything that she was.
The tiger never said a word.
Quinn pulled her legs out from under Rachel, and pushed her away, curling up against the head board. She moved quickly enough that Rachel fell off the bed in what should have been an endearing puff of air.
But the tiger never said a word.
Quinn was alone in her mind. There was no presence of her tiger-self pacing and roaring its pleasure at being under Rachel. No pressure to be free and take his mate, make her its own, love and cherish her. Nothing. She felt nothing in her. Just her heart beat in time with her breathes.
"Quinn?" Rachel asked. She sat up slowly from the floor, peaking her head just over the queen bed.
Whatever happened the night before, whatever Santana did, it took the tiger from her. Stole it. She knew it was happening, knew something was off, and yet she was too exhausted to understand it. To naïve to know the price she paid with her life. In an act of stupidity and ignorance, she destroyed a race in a single blow.
Quinn screamed and covered her head, hiding herself as much as possible. She felt her cheeks wet and the water running down her chest. She felt her nails pierce her skin, squeezing her legs closer and closer.
She was so angry at St. James for hurting, no torturing, that poor creature, she acted without thought. Without understanding. Mom told her that Magic had its price. That it always took something to do something. Equivalent exchange, she called it, though Quinn thought she stole that from some show she was not allowed to watch. She broke St. James under her jaws and claws, but he broke her too. He took what was her away.
"Star, what's wrong?" Mr. Berry said from beyond the cracked open door.
"Dad, just stay there, please,"
Quinn screamed again, her voice shaking her legs, the headboard and the bed.
Lord, she was so impulsive. Rachel was right. She was not a good kitty. But she had punished herself already. No one needed to do anything to her. She was more than capable of screwing up her life. Screwing everything up.
"Star, what's going on, what's that sound?" Mr. Berry asked.
"Dad, seriously, stay there, close the door, it's not safe right now."
Quinn shook her head, her ears smacking the top of her head hard. She screamed again, though it was cut by a silent sob, slicing through her and pinning her to the thought. Mom said she was their future. The future of their race, the future of an idea that had been forgotten, but should be brought back. Something far bigger than them. She was meant to be important.
"Quinn, please, you need to relax."
How could she relax? She wanted to yell at her girlfriend. I killed us. I killed my entire people because I was selfish and proud and stupid and impulsive.
"Lucille Quinn Fabray, you are none of those things and you shut your maw right now. I won't let anyone speak that way of my love, especially not her."
Her tiger-self was gone. Dissolved into nothing and Rachel was worried about some words. Meaningless drivel that in the end did not matter. She had ruined everything.
"The only thing you ruined is my sheets and mattress, kitty," Rachel said. Quinn looked up from her forepaws to see Rachel standing at the edge of the bed, hands on her hips and glaring at her. "I really liked these too, so you better stop this moping for no good reason, kitty. Or I'm gonna get really mad."
Quinn shook her head and her whiskers brushed the headboard. But he's gone.
"Who Quinn? Who's gone?" She crawled very slowly, making sure Quinn followed each one.
Me. I cannot feel him anymore, Rae, he is not there and-
"Who are you referring to?"
"Star, what is going-"
"In a minute Dad!" she said, loud, but not in her loud voice. Rachel was kneeling in front of her, hands on her knees and staring down at her body. "We're dealing with it now."
Me. I cannot, Rae, he is gone. I do not what happened. He was there-
"Kitty, I need you to use your words and slow down. Tell me who and be specific."
My tiger-self, he's gone. I, he is not there and I killed my race. St. James did destroy me. He destroyed my people. My future. Everything that I was supposed to do. To be. It is gone and-
Rachel grabbed her face and turned her to star into her eyes. She grabbed Quinn's mane and held her in place, putting her cute noise against her wet one. After a moment, she scratched the side of her neck, running her nails through her thick fur, dragging them until they reached right behind her ears. She closed her eyes and a purr rumbled out of her chest, resting on Rachel's forehead.
"Sweetie," Rachel said. "You're a tiger now."
She opened her eyes and stood up. But her concentrated weight was too much for the bed to handle, not after the thrashing a four hundred plus pound tiger gave it. The legs snapped and the front half smashed into the ground, Rachel rolling with the motion within an adorable oomph again.
The door slammed open and Mr. Berry stepped in with a – "Dad, why do you have our iron poker in your hands."
"Star, why is there a tiger in your bed?"
Huh?
"Did it just speak?"
"She, Dad," Rachel said.
"Rachel, we're gonna have to talk about your biology course, because clearly, that is a male-"
"It's Quinn, Dad," Rachel kicked the bottom of her bed, crossing her arms under her breasts.
Quinn licked her lips before turning to Mr. Berry. Good Morning, Mr. Berry.
"I, I, Star, what is-"
"Your daughter is sitting here, unharmed, naked mind you, and while I am accustomed to changing in front of males – stop that growling right now, kitty, we're not done discussing why you are wrong, and you do not want to add to it, especially not now – I do not want that to include my Dad in that group. So."
Quinn hid her face under her paw and turned to the wall. She slowly lowered it and saw Rachel had covered herself with the remains of a blanket and was glaring at her father, while the man just stood in the doorway.
"Right, sorry, just-" Mr. Berry lowered the iron poker slightly, but kept it pointed at Quinn. "That's a tiger."
"Dad!" Rachel shouted.
"Right, course, naked daughter," he stammered, then ran out of the room.
Rachel sighed and stood up slowly, dragging the sheet with her. Once the door was completely closed, she locked it and dropped the sheet. "You, kitty, are in trouble. So much trouble. And we're not even going to discuss exactly what your punishment is for ruining my childhood bed."
Quinn swallowed heavily and hid her face under her paw.
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Rachel knew she shouldn't really be mad at her girlfriend. After all, she did almost die that morning, and had a real wild time prior to that. It was probably very hard and she was traumatized.
But that was no excuse for ruining her afternoon of sexy times with her girlfriend. She was fucking cock-blocked by her own girlfriend and her freak out. Not cool, Quinn. So not cool.
Quinn took twenty minutes to calm down enough to "accept" her human form, which included the cock she had been looking forward to since feeling it that morning.
After Santana woke up around nine with the rest of her sleepover guests, she had a bit more damage control, but most of it left when Mercedes ran out the door without even a goodbye. Blaine was pretty cool with it, continuing the conversation he and Brittany had until they passed out that morning. Kurt and Tina were a bit weary, but she chalked that up to the lack of coffee. Santana had almost crawled down the stairs. Rachel knew enough to have a large cup of straight espresso waiting for her. It was a Saturday, and her best friend forever never woke up before twelve on the weekends. The excessive amount of espresso was only allowed by Brittany, because of the ritual that morning, otherwise Santana would've have to deal with just regular coffee, and one shot of expresso at that.
Daddy was all cheer and smiles as he prepared second breakfast as Brittany had taken to calling it, with Tina immediately joining in with quotes about various weird names for meal times and snacks. Apparently, it was from some movie that Rachel was sure they watched over the summer, but she could not remember the name for the life of her. But things were okay. They were fine, didn't ask too much questions, though probably because Blaine had promised Kurt to tell him more later. Tina was just way too easy going, and honestly wasn't too worried about it, as long as she got to seem some real magic at some point, she was cool.
At least Brittany was able to get a promise out of Mercedes before she ran off, so that pressure was off their shoulders.
Everyone, save the Unholy Trinity, was out of her house by ten. Brittany and Santana stuck around while Santana was forced to talk about her feelings and be utterly adorable in front of Rachel. The conversation was mostly about how Quinn was upset about the whole issue and while the four of them would come up with some plan to make sure they weren't murdered in their sleep (Brittany's words), Quinn was feeling guilty and awkward, and her Dad decided that while helping her girlfriend to bed was the best time to ask for forgiveness for being completely rude to her, as well as enter her personal space, also a big no-no in the large user's manual that is required to operate a Quinn Fabray. Rachel needed to talk with Dad concerning that mistake.
Prior to lunch, Dad was brought into the conversation (if she was being honest with herself, dragged in by herself), while Daddy laughed the entire time. He was not in as much trouble for Thanksgiving with her, but still, both of them acted in a manner that was no Berry-esque. Rachel had thought she'd made it perfectly clear that Sunday about her disappointment in the whole holiday, but there needed to be a repeat in the message. And she hated repeating herself.
Once Santana and Daddy stopped laughing, and Dad was at least smirking at her after she brought up the need for a powerpoint, they had a basic lunch, and the two other girls left, after extracting a promise for her and Quinn to visit Brittany's home on Sunday for dinner, provided Mrs. Fabray was okay with her daughter not being in the house at all. Maybe she should stay next weekend with them.
Rachel waited as long as she could stand, which ended up being until almost four pm, before she left the relative calm of the living room and crept her way upstairs. Dad and Daddy left for shopping and she wanted some alone time with her girlfriend.
Quinn was passed out, curled into a ball, when Rachel crept into her room. She stripped within seconds and crawled under her covers to her personal bed warmer. Early that morning, she felt the cock she had some very naughty dreams about underneath Daddy's old flannel shirt that Dad wanted him to throw out, but she used to stay warm some nights during the spring. Now, that it was there, she wanted to feel as close as possible to her kitty.
There may have been the slight encourage of sexy times, but that was neither here nor there.
And Quinn had to cock block her. Her own girlfriend.
Hence her phone call in her room to Brittany.
Rachel sat in her computer chair, facing away from her broken bed, the shattered remains of her childhood bed and pink, soft sheets. She threw on a Cheerio sweatshirt and a pair of panties to talk to her Dad about him barging in without knocking and the fact that she required a new bed. Something a bit sturdier. Dad avoided looking at her the entire conversation, which was fine. Quinn remained upstairs, waiting for her.
"Hey Rachie," Brittany said. "Has Quinn been misbehaving?"
"In a few ways," Rachel said. She had given up on trying to understand just how the blonde seemed to know, well, everything.
"Is that you're using the ball gag I got you for Christmas?" Like that.
"Amongst other things," Rachel replied. She ran her fingers Quinn's hair as she nuzzled against her bare thigh.
"Sorry bout having to use the gifts early, but something happened huh?"
"You could say that. Is there anyway Santana is up and moving?"
"Yep," Brittany said. "She's talking with Mom, I'll go and get her." Rachel nodded and scratched the little hairs on the back of Quinn's neck and the purr rumbled through the ball gag into her thigh. She looked down and smirked at her girlfriend.
Currently, Quinn's hands were held apart with a bar with cuffs of black fur, though in truth that wasn't the best part. She hadn't lied about the hair tie, though it was more like a ribbon, tied tightly around Rachel's cock, not Quinn's despite its attachment to her, it was an important distinction, with a little bow. A soft buzzing came from her pussy, which was really exciting that she had both, an egg she inserted and turned on.
She had to give her tigress some credit, Quinn didn't try to fight her at all on her punishment. And her need to act all cat-like now, including leaning against her leg and rubbing her shoulder against her. It was really adorable. Just needed her ears.
"She's on her way."
"Thanks, Brittany."
"So, how are things?"
Rachel laughed and switched the phone to her other hand. Quinn leaned against her legs, dragging her perfect skin, saved the brown patch with cracks stretching down her shoulder, along her until she reached the other side of Rachel. She began to rub her nose and jaw on the other side.
"Good kitty," she said, pulling the phone a way a bit and scratched the back of her neck again. "A bit needy, but I suppose that is what it means to be a kitty."
"Quinnie being adorable?"
"Always. She's currently nuzzling me." She pulled back and tapped her with her forehead before resting on her thigh, eyes shining up at her.
Brittany squealed. "Think me and Sannie can see her, then?"
"You want to see Quinn when she's being punished as kitty?" Quinn pulled away and shook her head. Rachel smiled at her
"Yep, it'd be fun." Quinn shifted away from her hand, even though Rachel stretched out to continue to scratch the back of her neck. Her whole body shook as she shook her head. Her cock shook too. It looked cute with the little bit of precum on the tip.
Rachel stood up and walked over to her kitty, but she kept backing away, even turning away from her and crawling to the closet. That would not do.
"Kitty," Rachel said. She paused as Quinn stopped at the wall and spun against, her legs gained no traction on the carpet as she tried to push herself through it. Brittany laughed again. "Really, kitty. Don't be scared."
Quinn shook her head again and tucked her knees under her chin, hooking her arms over her legs. Rachel kneeled before her and offered her a soft smile.
A door slammed on the other side of the line, and Brittany's laughter was torn away. "Sup, Hobbs."
"Hey, Santana," Rachel said. "Kitty, it's okay. Everything is fine." She reached forward, but Quinn refused to let her touch her skin. She shook her head again.
"What, Q misbehaving?" Santana laughed. "Girl has some cajones to do that."
"Be nice, Santana." She tucked her legs under her and sat across from her. "She's had a rough day so far."
"Yeah," Brittany said. "You're on speaker now, Rachie. Be nice, Sannie, or I'll do the same to you."
"Fine, whatevs," Santana said, huffing into the speaker. "What do you want? Mom wanted help with dinner and I was actually being helpful for once."
"A shocker," Rachel said. "Did the spell you did this morning do something else to Quinn?" She leaned forward again, only to have Quinn refuse her touch. She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Relax, kitty, they won't get to see you like this. It's for me only."
"Poo," Brittany said.
"B's right, but fine. And no, it shouldn't have. What's wrong? Q still hurt? I can come over and-"
"She's fine physically, and – Quinn stop squirming and hold still." She did, but she refused to look at her. "Santana, would something have happened to the tiger?"
"Huh?"
"Rachie, whats wrong?"
"Quinn freaked out a bit while we were," Rachel trailed off. "Yes, well, and she kinda freaked out and turned in the middle of my bed. Started to thrash about and everything. Roared too, which was kinda adorable, except my Dad burst in. Saw me naked."
Santana laughed and Brittany must have slapped her or something. Maybe pulled her ear. "Ow, okay, fine I'll be nice. Continue."
"Thank you. Anyways, Quinn spoke, as a the tiger, which was weird, by the way, and was rambling on and on – you were Kitty, stop that, kay – about the tiger not being there anymore. Calling it a he and everything."
"I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about," Santana said.
"I do," Brittany said. Silence filled the phone for a good twenty seconds, and Quinn simply hid behind her cuffs and knees, sniffling.
"Kay," Santana replied. "An explanation would be cool, Britts."
"Oh right, sorry."
Rachel scooted forward a little bit. Quinn tried to squirm away, but she just reached between her legs and grasped her cock. Her kitty stopped moving and opened her eyes, her eyebrows shooting up. Rachel smiled as Quinn's eyes rolled back a bit when as she slid her hand up and down. "I'm listening, Brittany," Rachel said.
"There is no tiger anymore," she replied.
"Quinn's still here though." Rachel slid even closer to her until her knees were touching Quinn's feet. "I'm with her right now."
"No, I mean," Brittany said, and trailed off. There was a slight murmur and mumbling but she didn't hear anything specific. Quinn relaxed a bit, lifted her arms, and spread her legs, stretching them to both sides of Rachel. She didn't stop rubbing her.
"Slow down, sweetie," Santana said.
"What? Oh, kay. No, Rachel, it's like, I think, that there is no difference between them, so why would she feel it. There is not tiger."
"Huh?" Rachel paused, and Quinn scooted closer until there was only a foot between them. She offered a smile to her gagged kitty and tightened her grip. Quinn leaned until she was resting against her chest, staring down at Rachel's hand.
"I get it," Santana said.
"Well, that makes only two of us, so please, inform the only one with Quinn so we can at least put her at ease."
"Fine," Santana said. "It's like Quinn hadn't fully accepted what she was. That it was meant to be two parts of one, instead of one part of one. In this case, summation is greater than addition."
"So what does that-"
"Rach," Santana sighed, "it means that there is no difference any more. The tiger is Quinn fully. And she is the tiger. The tiger is her. All that separate started to dissolve once she attacked St. Fucktard, and finished when we did that ritual I suppose."
"But she's always been that way." Rachel kissed the top Quinn's head and slowly started again. Her kitty exhaled heavily onto her chest. "She's always been the tiger."
"No," Brittany said. "It's always been Quinn and the tiger. Two ideas. It was easier for her to deal with, to think about it that way. Partly so she could blame some of her actions on it."
"Like her wanting to break your hips that first week in the hallway," Santana added, and Rachel heard another light slap.
"What? Oh. Quinn was lying to me?" Rachel asked.
"No, not at all," Brittany said. "She was lying to herself. Sweetie, magic is based on perception. It's always been that way. Every person has to filter the world through something, and sometimes to make it easier on ourselves, it means lying to ourselves."
"So Q struggled being a pressed lemon and all," Santana continued, "that this whole tiger race crap-"
"It is not crap, Santana I'd middle name you if I knew it Lopez," Rachel said. "It's important to her."
"It's Maria, Rachie," Brittany said.
"B, don't tell her."
"As your BFF, she has a right to know."
"Right," Rachel said. "Now, back to this importance of Quinn transforming into a tiger in my bed, thus destroying it. How did this happen?" Rachel stopped and sat back a bit to lift Quinn's chin up. You okay? She mouthed. A bit a drool fell from her chin and a gentle nod was all that she received. Do you want to listen? Quinn shrugged her shoulders. Would you rather listen? Another shrug. Rachel glared at her and squeezed tightly; her kitty would not be disrespectful and not answer. She finally nodded very slowly.
"I'm getting there," Brittany said. "Right, so magic is how we perceive and filter the world, and that veil being lifted from our eyes to see something knew. The first time it happened to Quinn –"
"You know what?" Rachel said, "This sounds like something you should tell her, since I'm probably just gonna be lost and everything." She sat back and held the phone between her shoulder and head as she released Quinn's wrists. "Now, kitty, you're gonna take the phone and listen while Brittany is kind enough tell you what has happened, okay?" Quinn nodded, and reached up for the ball gag. "No, that stays in. In fact, the only thing you may do with your hands is hold the phone, understand?" Another nod. "Good."
"Wanky," Santana said.
"Tots," Brittany added.
"Here's Quinn," Rachel handed the phone to Quinn's shaking hands. "Be good and listen." She smirked at her Kitty and kissed her check.
"Hey Q," Santana said. "How's it hanging?"
"That's rude," Brittany added. "Clearly she is, given what Rachel is doing."
"What is she doing?"
Quinn moaned and leaned back against the wall as Rachel licked the length.
"Breaking her vegan vows."
"Oh, okay," Santana said, "that's fine, I guess."
"Grow up," Brittany said. "We've done much worse, and at school. You're to pay attention to me, Quinnie, okay?" Quinn nodded. "Good. Now, when you first accepted your tiger, back at the beginning of the summer, and everything, right? That moment, you thought of the tiger as this separate part of you. Some other entity that worked with you, and while you considered yourself, wasn't really? With me so far."
Rachel sucked on her head, then drew back and blew on it lightly. Quinn shivered.
"But now, after everything that has happened, that difference is gone. Because you took the blame for the tiger, you didn't use it as an excuse or explanation. You were the one who attacked St. James, you were the one who saved that life. You were the one who created a haven for people, an Eden. That was all you. Not the tiger. You said so yourself with Sannie."
Quinn moaned as Rachel went a bit further down, her hand sliding along her and pausing at the base. She pushed two fingers into her pussy, and Quinn bucked her hips. "I guess that answers that question," Rachel whispered, then took even more of her into her mouth, keeping her fingers where they were.
"So without that different, no matter how small you thought it was, without that, the tiger became you, and you became the tiger. Now, you because you have no separation, you base form is probably with the cock in Rachel's mouth."
"And hand," her girlfriend said, and licked the precum off of Quinn.
"Wanky," Santana said.
"Stop that, Sannie, we're talking," Brittany said.
"But they're doing it," she replied.
"I said stop."
"Fine."
"Quinn, does this make more sense?" She nodded, and bucked her hips again. Rachel pushed her fingers even deeper, right to her knuckles. As she slowly drew back, dragging her tongue along her, she curled her fingers and pull up. Quinn's hips followed. "Good, should I let you guys, go?"
"No," Rachel said. "Why don't you get Quinn caught up on things that happened last night/this morning?" She smiled up at her, a wicked glint in her eye. "In fact, take you time and talk about the school work she didn't focus on Friday because of her blaming her tiger for being horny." She stopped for a second and took the phone from Quinn, her own juices covering it now. A few buttons, and she handed it back to her girlfriend. "Speakers on. Please continue."
"Right on," Brittany said.
"If I can't fuck myself, can I go?" Santana asked.
"Well, Mom did want help with dinner so I suppose. But you'll owe me later."
"I look forward to it." Quinn could almost picture the smirk that went with her words. Then her eyes rolled back as Rachel went further and further down, swallowing her until her nose pushed against her crotch.
For the next half hour, Brittany talked and talked and talked, and Rachel sucked, licked, bit(lightly), pulled and pushed on Quinn. In fact, she was pretty sure she didn't hear a word that Brittany had said for ten minutes because Rachel had started to finger her, instead of just holding them there, as she sucked her cock.
Drool dripped down from her gag, and she fought another moan as a throat wrapped itself around her. Please, she begged, but couldn't get the words out.
Rachel smirked around her cock. It was hers, despite being attached to her girlfriend. It was only fair if she enjoyed it as much as possible, especially if it was permanent. When they were ready to hit a home run, if her knowledge of the baseball metaphor was correct, they would have to take their time, but for now, Quinn could suffer with being blown and now being able to cum.
"Such a good kitty," Rachel whispered as she pulled away, jerking her off with one hand. "Keeping my cock nice and hard for me. I think it's gotten harder." She let go of her cock and grabbed one of Quinn's hand. She had grabbed her own hair in order to not grab Rachel's, and she gently pulled the fingers loose from the fine blonde locks. "Want to feel it?"
Quinn nodded, and more drool dripped onto her breasts. "good kitty," Rachel said, and lowered her tiger's hand to her cock. Immediately, she started to jerk it off, squeezing and pulling on the skin. "Feel it. Feel your blood pulsing in it, how wet I made it sucking on it, licking it. You're hand doesn't feel as good as my throat, does it?"
She shook her head.
"What about my hand? Is your hand better than mine?" She pulled her two fingers out of Quinn's pussy and sat back, leaning against the remains of her bed. She spread her legs wide, her feet on the outside of Quinn's. She licked her two fingers slowly, so good, pushing them in and out of her mouth.
Quinn nodded, though kept jerking on it.
"So hot, Kitty. Watching you try to cum with that, maybe your pussy would work a bit better? Try it for me? Or do you need something to look at?" She pulled her sweatshirt off.
"In fact, Brittany?" Rachel said, trailing a hand down from her neck to her nipples. She gripped one in her left hand, Barbara it was hard, while the right slide down her side to soaked thong. She swallowed a moan and leaned forward when she pushed it aside and brushed her clit. "Can, can you-"
"No worries," Brittany said. "I'm horny now and gonna go ravish Sannie. Enjoy."
"Will do." A click and the phone fell out of Quinn's hand. She brought the now free hand to her own breasts.
"Good kitty," Rachel said. "Just keep jerking off. Think of my throat and how wonderful it feels. Think of how it grips your entire length, sliding slowly down it. It begs for your cum. Did you know that? My tongue, my throat, my stomach. Me, I want it so bad, for you to just cum inside me, and fill me with it."
Quinn moaned and thrust her hips in the air as she violently pulled on her cock. Rachel traced small circles around her clit, then slide up and down her lips.
"Imagine that it's my pussy," Rachel said, "It begs for it even now. Look at it soaking my thong as it pants for my hard cock to thrust into me."
Quinn opened her eyes and stared at her crotch. Her hand moved in hard, quick jerks, while her other pulled on her nipples, stretching them even further. "Do you want to cum, Kitty?" She nodded rapidly. "I can be persuaded to do let you. To let my fine cock attached to my kitty be free. The question is have you been punished enough?"
Quinn nodded again. Lord, she had been punished. Precum dripped (that shouldn't be possible, that should not be possible) from her cock, no Rachel's cock. She owned it. Just like she owned Kitty. It dripped, and no matter how hard she squeezed or fast she jerked on it, she couldn't cum. She wanted to tear the hair tie away, but Rachel said no. She wasn't allowed to. That didn't stop her from trying.
"Maybe you can prove to me you've learned your lesson about listening to me," Rachel said. "Stop."
It took a moment, but Quinn's hand finally listened to the instruction.
"Come here."
She crawled slowly towards her, trying not brush Rachel's cock against her legs.
"Good, lie down here," Rachel said, point in front of her. Quinn did as she was told, her hips right in front of Rachel. "Very good." She slid her thong down and crawled towards her head.
"Now, here's the plan. I'm gonna take this off, and you're gonna stay very still, okay? Can you follow those directions, kitty?" Quinn nodded, and Rachel unhooked the gag. After she removed it, she kept her mouth open in the same position. "Such a good kitty." Rachel reached over and grabbed a nipple and pulled it.
Quinn didn't move, but a gruggle of a moan escaped her throat. She stared up at Rachel, eyes darting over her. They had never been completely naked like this, usually there was at least some barrier between them. "A very good kitty. Are you ready for the next instruction? You can nod."
Quinn nodded rapidly.
"You're so cute when you're anxious," Rachel said. "Here's the deal I'm offering. I'm gonna straddle your face, because it is the second most appropriate seat since I'm so fucking horny right now. Then I'll remove that tie and suck you off. If you can get me off before you cum, the tie stays off. If you can't, then it stays on until Monday afternoon. I'm so glad you agreed to this."
Quinn didn't move. She certainly did not agree to anything like that, but Rachel had that sweet and sinister smile on her face, and she relaxed and tightened her grip on her nipple, pulling it until she was gonna tear it off then releasing it, only to start again. Rachel's cock rested against her stomach.
"Ready?" Quinn nodded again. Rachel threw a leg her face, and Quinn smiled as she lowered herself, but paused a few inches from her face.
Before Rachel could even lean forward, before the hair tie could be removed, Quinn reached up, grabbed her ass, and pulled her pussy to her open mouth, running her tongue along her lips. Her girlfriend moaned and ground a little on her, using her breasts as stands to hold herself up. "You have an awesome tongue, kitty," Rachel said, and she licked her again. "even though you're cheating, lets get this started."
Rachel leaned forward again and gripped her cock. She ran her hand up and down its length before rolling the hair tie up from the base. She paused at the tip. "Remember, you can't cum until I do, or this goes back on for the rest of the weekend. And I'm sending you texts the entire time." Quinn sucked on her clit, and Rachel dropped from her elbows to rest on her thighs. "Glad you agree."
She pulled off the hair tie, then pushed her entire length down her throat. Quinn thrust up, and Rachel smirked as her chin rubbed her. Win or lose, she would cum out on top in this one.
Quinn licked her folds, and each time Rachel pulls back to just the tip in her mouth, she moans into her. So close, and it hurts so much. Her thighs are taught, and she's squeezing her abs and every muscle she could think of, as Rachel licks her from base to head, before deepthroating her again.
Rachel pulled back and held Quinn in her hand, squeezing as hard as possible. She ground down on her again and lifted up just enough to watch as Quinn's tongue darted across her folds before trying to disappear even further into her. Then her kitty pulled her flush again, and found her clit once more.
"God and fuck, Kitty," Rachel said, rested against her thigh again. "So talented."
It doesn't take long for her, and she honestly wanted her Kitty to win, if only because she is a kind and benevolent dictator. But that didn't mean she wanted to be easy.
As the pressure slowly built in her, Rachel pushed her into her mouth fully, then dragged her along her throat, trying to swallow it as it exited her. Quinn's moans vibrated against her, and she returned the favor as a finger, then two pushed in to her.
With Quinn in her mouth, Rachel shuttered and arched slightly as everything that she had been working towards since Brittany called finsihed. She pressed down hard onto her kitty and squeezed her legs over her ears. A scream was muffled by the cock in her throat, and she knew she was probably leaving marks on Quinn's legs from where she gripped so tightly.
Just as she finsihed, just as she got the tip of her cock in her mouth, Quinn came, filling her mouth and then some. She swallowed once, and then tried to keep as much as possible in her mouth.
Rachel pushed up off of her slowly, and swung her legs over her face. Quinn was lying so still, barely breathing through her mouth, and her entire face had a nice shiny glint to it. She smiled and covered her mouth.
Rachel leaned over to and pressed her lips to hers, Quinn responded as she was trained to and kissed back, eagerly despite her exhaustion, opening her mouth only to receive the surprised. Her eyes opened up and tried to pull back, but Rachel grabbed her hair and held her in place as she shared some of herself with her. Once the entire mouthful was gone, she pulled back and kissed her nose, running her fingers through her soaked hair. "Swallow kitty."
Quinn stared at her, looking for something, then nodded and did as she was told. "Good girl. Good Kitty."
"I'm good?" Quinn asked in a smile voice.
"very good," Rachel replied, rubbing her forehead on hers. "A very good kitty. All is forgiven since you listened and did as you were told. You understand why you were punished, right?" she nodded. "Then we can try to avoid having to do this again, or maybe make it a bit longer, kay?"
Another nod.
"Good, let's go shower and change, then you can go home and explain to your mom when you hot sundresses might be out of the question until you can think of an explanation to your awkwardly colored shoulder."
"Shower? Together?" Quinn asked. Rachel sat back on her hunches and held her hands.
"Of course, have to make sure my kitty is all clean,"
"Rach, I don't think-"
"Just cleaning, I promise," she said. "But if the need comes this weekend, I expect you to take care of yourself, don't let yourself wait this long kay? In return for letting you play with my toy, I expect you to tell me in detail later."
She stood up, pulling Quinn with her, and dragged her girlfriend to the en suite bathroom.
Yes a lot had happened, and things had drastically changed, but at least, her girlfriend was with her, they finally had some more sexy-times, and most importantly, Quinn was trusting her, almost completely.
She smacked her ass to get into the shower and started it on cold. Quinn shrieked and immediately twisted it to a bit warmer. Rachel joined in, and smiled. She kissed her lips and relaxed into her girlfriend's embrace.