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Dickhead SotM March 2020
🕑 Added 2020-03-17 23:39:47 +0000 UTCThe ongoing adventures of Tasha, the magical barista, and her new girlfriend (which you met in October's story of the month).
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Dickhead
Story and Characters: Roush
Art: Chi
“Everything all right babe?” Tiffany asked as the two girls sat together in their usual spot at their favorite bar. “You seem worried about something?”
Tasha looked down thoughtfully at the feline that was curled affectionately against her side. Smiling at the worried yet still adorable look of concern plastered against her cute face. The black lab had a very predictable and familiar pattern when it came to romance. She’d spend a couple of weeks happy in solitude as a single woman before Tasha would start to get bored and lonely all by herself for a while. So she’d find a cute girl to court for a few weeks before remembering just how much work girlfriends could be, and then would dump her lover in order to return to a carefree, even if lonely, single life.
Tasha was aware that this made her sound cynical, but the canine wasn’t against romance as a rule, just (in her words) for the “bullshit pageantry” that passed for romance in society. Besides between school, work, and of course her magic Tasha had neither the time nor money for “fancy” dinners at over priced, crappy restaurants or large yet empty, meaningless gifts: like jewelry or flowers that said nothing about their relationship, other Tasha’s willingness to spend money on it.
Thankfully though things had been different with her latest girlfriend, Tiffany. Tasha wasn’t sure if this was because, until very recently (thanks to some clever magic from the herm) Tiffany had actually been a man. Perhaps Tiffany had always been wried different, maybe that’s why they got along so well. Whatever the case Tasha decided it best not to question it, and enjoy the fact that she’d finally met someone that cared just as much about substance as she did. She’d never been with someone and found it so effortless, so natural. Everything that she was looking for in a relationship without any of the usual drama! There was one glaring flaw in their relationship: the sex.
That wasn’t to say the sex was bad, far from it, in fact Tasha might go as far to say it was actually some of the better love making she’d ever had. In addition to being drop dead gorgeous Tiffany was an active and enthusiastic participant in the sack. Always willing to try anything at least once and seemingly always ready for romp in the sheets. There, however, lay the problem. Tiffany seemed insatiable, almost always mewling for attention from Tasha: always needy always horny.
Many might roll their eyes at such a problem, if you could even call it that. Your smoking hot girlfriend wants to do nothing but ride your dick? Perish the thought! The problem was Tasha needed her alone time, as sexy as it sounded to receive a blowjob while writing your essay it was tough to focus on syntax and Oxford commas while shooting another load down your girlfriend’s hungry throat. Besides Tasha liked having her time to decompress and enjoy some solitude now and again, like now for instance. Tasha couldn’t help but feel a little strange having her girlfriend practically spooning her out in public like this! Let alone the way her paws wandered much top closely to her cock and balls nestled between her legs considering they where in public. It was obvious that Tiffany was feeling needful again, and while she was being a good girl and holding hit back the best she could now, Tasha knew what was coming the moment they got home.
Part of Tasha was ready to break up with Tiffany, yet unlike most of the girls she’d dated in the past the black lab was also hesitant to dump this girl. For one Tasha felt a great deal of responsibility, since it was the witch’s doing that had made the feline this way in the first place! To rip this poor guy from his old life and then abandon him felt cold and cruel. Moreover Tasha, even if it sounded a little stupid to say even in her own head, was starting to come to the slightly scary realization that this might be the first girl she truly loved!
“Yeah, everything’s just fine, love.” Tasha finally managed to respond before planting a small kiss on the feline’s snout, causing the feline to giggle and squirm in the booth causing a small rush of dread yet also arousal to run through Tasha at the same time. Maybe their was a magical solution to this problem? Could she use a spell to tone down Tiffany’s sex drive… and if she could would Tiffany still be the same girl without it?
“Hey ladies!” Tasha’s blood already started to boil before she looked across the table and saw some jackass muscle bound dude bro sitting down at their table with a cocky smile on his face. With his backwards hat, dark sunglasses inside, and sleeveless t-shirt he had the took of the guy that would never outgrow high school. His breath stank of cheap booze while the overwhelming smell of body spray assaulted Tasha’s nose. “My name’s Brett,” the red lizard introduced himself, paying no attention to the wrinkled look of disgust on Tasha’s face. “and I just wanted to say I think it’s awesome you girls feel comfortable to express your girl love in public. Like, rock on Pussy Sisters!”
Girl love? Pussy Sisters? Did he really just say that, what the fuck does that even mean? Tasha was equal parts confused and angered by the loud, braying interloper who’d intruded on them. Seeing red, and not just because of the colors of Brett’s brightly colored scales, the witch would have been more than happy to cruse Brett into a million pieces. Tasha didn’t really want to make a scene in her favorite bar and Tiffany didn’t like to see her girlfriend using magic against non-consenting people… even assholes that deserved it. So Tasha tried to take a deep calming breath.
“Er, thanks.” Tasha said hoping the underlying message of “please fuck off” would be clear enough. The problem was men often seemed immune to subtlety, and surprise, surprise Brett proved to be no different.
“No problem, no problem.” The obnoxious cretin exclaimed, slapping his heavy paws against the table nearly hard enough to knock over Tasha’s drink. “But listen though, be truthful with yourselves. I’m sure you have lots of fun in the bedroom, but don’t you two Pussy Sisters miss a nice hard cock now and again?”
Tasha had met a lot of douchebags in her time, it was an occupational hazard of a college student and part time Bastia, but Brett really did seem to take the cake. It wasn’t often that she found herself speechless but all she could do was shake her head in the face of such a loud braggart. It just seemed too fitting that such a bright color had been used for such a brash, unpleasant man.
Tiffany though managed to remain her usual bubbly self, and managed quite the cutting insult (although perhaps accidentally) in the process. “Silly boy!” The feline laughed. “Tasha gives me more than enough dick in the bedroom.”
There was a long period of silence at the table. Steam seemed to be coming out of Brett’s ears while Tasha was torn between laughter and annoyance at her girlfriend: on the one paw it was very satisfying to watch Due Bro’s knuckles turn pink as he tightly gripped the edge of the table in barely controlled rage, as if Tasha needed any more reason to dislike the rage prone lizard. On the other hand that was way more information than Brett needed about her or their relationship!
“I’m sure your lovely girlfriend is very good with a strap on.” Brett said with a grin once he’d managed to regain his composure.
You’re a persistent little shit, I’ll give you that! Tasha thought with a smirk.
He continued with a stomach churning smile, leaning against the table to get closer to the two girls he was trying to flirt with. “But a rubber dick is never going to be a match for a stud like me! One who’s lived with a cock for his entire life and can make you cum all… night… long!” Tasha wasn’t sure what the pauses where for, emphasis? Dramatic effect? Either way she was seriously losing her patience with the lizard. “How about it, Tasha, you want some help in dicking down this little sweet thing? Looks like she needs it the way she’s clinging to ‘ya.”
“How about you back the fuck away from us before I seriously make you regret it?” Tasha asked with a snarl. This was his last chance to walk away without being seriously injured.
It was always amusing to watch people react to Tasha when she decided to put her self described “bitch face” on. The black lab was something of a sheep in wolf’s clothing, after all tall yet lean frame resembled something much closer to a dancer than a fighter and betrayed her real, magical power within. Even with her lithe body humans where typically pretty easy to intimidate with a simple show of muscle. Furs where shrouded with enough mystery and their well earned reputation of being extremely tough in a fight. Fellow hybrids however where a little trickier, they had a much better measure of her physical strength. Some laughed her off, others actually responded in kind, but some could actually seem to spot that dangerous glint in her eye that betrayed the full extend of her power. As it turned out Dude Bro was a lot more observant than she’d given him credit for because he seemed to back down immediately.
“Fine,” he pouted but he couldn’t help but get one last parting shot in before leaving the table. “fucking bitch.”
“Just watch guys, I can get any woman at this bar?” One of his friends cried out mockingly as Brett returned to his friends at the bar with his tail tucked between his legs.
Tasha smirked, and planted another kiss on her girlfriend to put on a show for the boys watching them. While she did her best to appear cool, calm, and collected from the outside though inside she was still boiling with righteous anger. She wanted to be the bigger person, particularly with her girlfriend sitting right beside her. That jackass wasn’t worth making a scene in her favorite bar, after all she’d forget about him in a few hours and hopefully the ribbing from his buddies would be enough for him to remember this lesson. However, Brett it seemed couldn’t let it die and with her keen ears she could ear him complaining from all the way across the bar.
“Fucking chicks man… I’d do anything tonight get inside some pussy.”
Hmm. Maybe that can be arranged after all. Tasha thought to herself as a menacing looking smile crossed her face, gears in her head turning at the comment while a devious plan came to mind… how could she get away with it though?
“What are you thinking?” Tiffany’s accusatory voice derailing her train of thought.
“What do you mean ‘what are I thinking’?” Tasha responded, doing her best to sound innocent.
“You always get that look on your face when you’re plotting something.”
“What look? I’m not plotting anything.”
“Don’t lie to me… you want to do something to that jackass don’t you?”
Tasha frowned, no point in denying it anymore. “Yeah, I do. Don’t tell me you don’t think he wouldn’t deserve it?”
“That’s not the point!” Tiffany growled. “You promised me no magic tonight, I want this to be about us… not some asshole.”
“I thought you liked my magic?”
“I do, but…”
Before Tiffany could finish however Tasha’s target had gotten up from his stool and loudly announced he was going to the bathroom. She’d never understood why some guys felt the need to loudly announce where they where going next, but for right now she was thankful for it because this? This was too prefect! It was almost like an act of God telling Tasha she was doing the right thing. She managed to worm her way from Tiffany’s grasp and out from the booth. “Be mad at me later, if you gotta. But I’m going to take care of this guy. See you in a little bit.”
Tiffany frowned as Tasha got up from the booth, but she didn’t bother objecting. “Hurry back.” She said with a small, sad whimper.
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Tasha moved as quickly as she could while trying to remain inconspicuous across the bar and checking over her shoulder to make sure none was watching her, Brett’s friends in particular. She didn’t need anyone to spot her following her target into the bathroom: slip in and then slip out undetected was the best way to do things, lest she had to deal with any uncomfortable questions! Thankfully none of them seemed to be paying her any attention and confident none was suspicious of her the black lab quietly slipped behind her target into the men’s bathroom, hoping to find it empty expect for her intended target. Luckily the red lizard standing at the urinal with his back turned, vulnerable to the huntress stalking to him. Pleased that her prey was in her sights Tasha tried to silently lock the door behind her, trapping him in the small room. However the sound of the deadbolt scraping in the door drew his attention.
At first the lizard simply peaked over his shoulder, wondering who had locked the for to the bathroom. But when he saw Tasha standing their he whipped around in shock, pissing al over himself and the wall. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” Brett demand, reminding Tasha of a drunken toddler in his urine soaked pants and nervous expression.
“Well, I thought a great deal about your offer.” Tasha said, her thick black tail wagging with excitement behind her. She was smiling wickedly, perhaps it made her a bad person, but she couldn’t help to enjoy the obvious terror Brett’s voice as he spotted her. “And, it turns out, I [i]do[/i] think you could help my girlfriend and I in the bedroom.”
At first his eyes lit up in excitement, perhaps Roosh V had been right in how to pick up chicks! But then his eyes narrowed in suspicion and he glared at Tasha. “Yeah? Well, fuck off! You had your chance.”
“Hmm. I must admit that wasn’t the response I was expecting.” Tasha said, she hd to admit she was almost proud of him from turning down her offer, but that didn’t stop her from approaching him with a confident swagger. “Maybe I wasn’t giving you enough credit.”
“Hey! I said fuck off!” The frightened lizard said, but Tasha didn’t stop approaching him. “Back off you crazy bitch! Don’t think I won’t lay your ass out cold just because you’re a hot chick.”
“Oh, what an enlightened gentleman you are.” Tasha said, still approaching him closer and closer.
“I warned you!” Brett shouted before throwing a hay maker at Tasha, who simply giggled and side stepped his punch in response causing his eyes to grow wide with both fear and anger. Suddenly she was thankful for the years of martial art training Daddy had insisted on whenever since she was a little girl.
“Clearly you have never been in a fight before!” The witch teased as the inertia of Brett’s failed punch sent him wildly stumbling forward, nearly falling in his drunken state, not to mention his pants still gathered around his ankles. “You might as well have sent me a letter you where so obvious and slow with that punch!”
“I’ve been in a fight before!” Brett protested angrily, feeling even more fearful now that he was just starting to realize the extent of his predicament. No wonder this chick was acting like she could kick his ass: she probably could. In fact he might be lucky if walked out of this with nothing more than a mild ass kicking. Still if he was gonna go down he was gonna go down swinging! He flung another wayward punch at Tasha, but this to she easily ducked.
“I guess you’re too used to beating up girls then.” Tasha mocked. “Didn’t your daddy ever teach you not to hit girls? No? I guess I’ll have to!” And, as Brett wound up to throw one last all mighty punch at the enchantress she started chanting her spell.
Of course this wasn’t Alagaësia, there was no need to chant some silly made up language, but it was fun to do so just for the look on Brett’s face as some crazy lady started talking gibberish in the men’s bathroom. Deciding it was high time to get while the getting was good Brett turned tail to run towards the bathroom door: only he tripped over his own pants again just as Tasha’s spell began to take effect.
As he fell to the ground Tasha’s transformation happened in an instant. His legs and arms snapped together and started to fuse into his body, making one long misshapen cylinder. His face began to lose its definition melting and molding into a smooth round head. As he scored through the air his body began to shrink and most worryingly of all he started to lose feeling in his body as his flesh and blood turned to a dense, thick rubber before landing on the floor as a motionless dildo.
Brett had braced himself for impact the best he could whiteout being able to throw out his arms break his fall, but despite bouncing up off the floor as if he where a heavy rubber ball the pain he’d been anticipating near came. Instead his entire body felt numb and responsiveness as he laid their helplessly on the dirty bathroom floor. He tired, in vain, to movie any part of his body; straining muscles that where no longer their to escape. What the fuck did you do me!? He wanted to scream out, but he no longer had a mouth. All that was left of the big, red, powerful lizard was a dildo with his signature red colorings and the rough texture of his scales. Reduced to a mere rubber play thing.
“I hate to admit it,” Tasha said with a rueful chuckle “but you had a point out there in the bar. My girl is a nympho to be frank and I’ve got a hard time keeping up! So when I heard you’d do anything to ‘get inside a some pussy’ I figured you’d be more than happy to help out!”
Fuck you bitch! He spat angrily, but of course Tasha couldn’t hear his angry thoughts. Instead she carried him over to the sink, rinsing off the dildo before placing it in her purse allowing Brett a shameful, shocking look at his new body before disappearing into the darkness of her purse along side her change and gum. Quietly Tasha took the new toy and whisked it away from the bar without anyone being the wiser of what had happened to Brett the lizard.
. . .
Brett had no idea how much time had passed. He was vaguely aware of getting jostled around inside Tasha’s purse but, as was becoming something of a theme that evening, had no idea what was happening to him until finally he was suddenly dumped back into daylight. He felt like he was going to be sick, tumbling through the air before landing with a heavy thump on the girl’s bed, or at least he thought so from the spinning look at his surroundings. It was tough to get his bearings when he could only look at what he was directly pointed towards. Right now, for instance, he could only stare up at the celling.
“So that’s him?” He heard a voice ask in wonder.
“Yep! He said he’d do anything to get inside you, well he’s getting his wish.”
The feline who he’d so unsuccessfully tried to pick up in the bar picked him up and Brett wanted to recoil at the sound of the two girl’s voices, let alone her actual touch! But his body remained rigid and unmoving. Finally figuring out what had exactly happened the man turned sex toy was filled with an indigent rage at the injustice of it all, what crime had he actually committed? Flirting on some girls? For christ sake, guys hit on women! Even if these two lesbians bitches hadn’t liked the way he’d done it… you might as well punish a fish for swimming!
“May I play with it?”
“Of course you may!”
What the fuck! No, you can’t play with me! Let me go! He thought desperately, but of course his objections went both unheard and unheeded.
He found himself suddenly facing the bare pussy of his new owner and for a moment his brain shut down, reactive instinctively to the beautiful sight of a naked girl. Well, he thought to himself with a cheesy grin. I guess if I have to get transformed into an inanimate object a hot girl’s dildo isn’t the worst thing in the world… He couldn’t help but wonder what it’d feel like to get used as one massive penis. His entire body shoved inside a woman? He was almost eager for what was about to happen.
NO! He chided himself in annoyance. You don’t want to be a sex toy, you need to figure out how to get out of this!
Before any opportunity arose to escape however he found himself getting shoved head first into Tiffany’s need slit. No foreplay? He wondered incredulously, and deeply frustrated that he could feel, smell, or even taste much of anything as he was shoved inside the feline. This was much less sexy than one may have hoped!
. . .
Tasha has a test early in the morning and was attempting to get one last minute study session before bed. This was working perfectly, as Tiffany was keeping herself entertained playing with her new toy. Tasha felt proud of herself for the engenious solution… although also a little amazed that she had thought of it early. Your cat is bored? Just give her a toy to play with, duh! Had she really considered breaking up with Tiffany over this? What had she been thinkong!
But… even though Tiffiany was leaving her girlfriend alone to study a new problem at cropped up, specifically between the canine’s legs! Tasha’s cock quickly began throbbing with need from between her legs, poking through her leggings and bumping against the spine of her book as she watched the lewd display beside her… perhaps a quick fuck session was in order to clear her mind and focus on your studies.
“Hey Tiff?” Tasha asked with a cockily smile?
“Yes?” The feline moaned with her face buried in the pillow.
“Come here!”
Brett was quickly unceremoniously tossed to the side, knocked down behind the bed in the process and left with the dust bunnies and a condom wrapper for company to be ignored and forgotten until the next time the girls decided some house keeping was in order.
END.
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