Lesbian Pillow Fight - by Noverz
http://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/noverz/
Kana and her girlfriend Trisha having a good time! Wrote a story to go with it...I think it's pretty good, considering it was written by a gay guy :P.
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“Please, Trish? For me?” the German Shepherd pleaded.
Trisha sighed, rubbing her paw over the top of her trade-mark floppy border collie ears. “Again, Kana?” she asked. “Every time I get to come visit, you always want-”
“You don't get to come that often anymore, though,” Kana said, looking downward – ironically, looking much like her pet wolf did when he was pouting. “And you always make me wear them when you come over, ever since you found out.”
“That's different, and you know it. You like taking orders from me...and you're the one with the fetish – you want to be in diapers.”
“Shh, not so loud! I just put Randall to bed not that long ago.”
“Pshh. If he hasn't noticed by now he never will. Besides, he always passes out right away, and sleeps like a rock.”
“I guess...but...please? You look really pretty in them...”
Trisha sighed again. “Is it really me, Kana? Or is it just the fact that I'd be wearing a diaper?”
Kana looked over to the side. “I...I guess a bit of both...but is that such a bad thing?”
The border collie smirked at this. “Not really. You need this sexy body to get the most out of it, don't you?”
Kana leaned in for a quick peck. “Naturally.”
“I suppose I can indulge you again,” Trisha said with a sly smile. “Keep your diapered behind right on this bed until I get back, missy,” she said with a mock seriousness.
Trisha walked off to the master bathroom, and shut the door after giving a playful grin to her girlfriend. With the fun antics over, she shimmied her jeans off, and slid her lacey pink panties off soon after. Opening the cabinet, Trisha found where Kana kept her personal stash of diapers.
“May as well get this over with,” she said, although she was smiling when she said it. Trisha didn't really enjoy wearing diapers – nor did she have any interest in partaking in her girlfriend's fetish, but, it made Kana so happy when she did. More than anything, Trisha liked seeing her girlfriend happy, so she wasn't nearly as reluctant to indulge Kana's fantasies as she pretended to be.
Unfolding the diaper – her diaper – Trisha ran her paws along its soft interior before laying it out on the cold tile floor. It didn't take much longer before she had her diaper taped up on both sides of her fluffy hips and above her equally furry tail. After all, she'd had plenty of practice on the several occasions she'd babysat for Randall and had to change his diaper.
Not that she would actually go so far as to wet, Trisha thought. That was too much. Still, just wearing wasn't that bad. It was just soft, extra-thick weird underwear that her girlfriend thought was sexy. And who didn't like wearing sexy underwear for their girlfriend?
She stood up, ears folding back as her diaper crinkled. The darn things were so loud. The first time she had “forced” Kana to wear diapers under her clothing out in public she had expressed doubts, but between her clothing and the background noise nobody had ever noticed.
Well, there's no missing my diaper, she thought, tugging down the waist of her shirt – which was a rather futile gesture, as it was specifically designed to show off her midriff. She tried striking a few “sexy” poses in the mirror, laughing to herself. She thought she looked so absurd – like a giant, overgrown puppy pretending to be an adult.
She honestly didn't understand Kana's obsession, and sexual appetite toward the padded objects – but she loved her girlfriend, and as the dominant bitch in the relationship, it was her responsibility to make her submissive happy. And in reality, this was such a small thing...and as often as Kana asked it of her of late, it was even beginning to feel normal.
Plus, she did get off, a little bit, making Kana wear them whenever she was able to visit. Another fun way she had to control her girlfriend, ever since she'd accidentally stumbled into her bedroom to witness her playing with herself in a diaper.
That had been an awkward conversation. Trisha wasn't sheltered or naive or anything, but that had been something she hadn't heard of before, and it was equally shocking learning her girlfriend was into something so off-the-wall. After working through the tears, and assuring Kana that she still loved her, their relationship had only grown stronger.
With that in mind, she grinned and stood up. Turning, she slowly opened the door, leaning up against the doorframe and sticking out her padded-rear end for Kana's benefit – flagging her tail to the side to tease.
Trisha's ears were met with the usual rustling sound that Kana's tail made when she wagged her diapered bottom, but rather than being accompanied by a lusty murr, the collie heard her girlfriend giggling.
“You look like a big puppy,” the shepherd snickered.
Trisha raised one eyebrow, and placed one paw on her diapered hip.
“Says the girl who's already been in diapers for three hours,” she retorted, looking down over Kana's pink top and her fully exposed diaper.
“Yeah, cause you made me...” Kana pouted.
“Oh hush,” the collie said, sauntering across the room and hopping onto the bed. “Don't pretend you don't enjoy it.”
“Well, I'm certainly enjoying something right now,” she said, wrapping her paws around the collie's hips, and running them down under her padded rump. "Or rather, someone."
Trisha smiled. That was exactly why she was willing to wear a diaper for her girlfriend. It was nice to see her happy, and nice to be appreciated. The collie closed her eyes and leaned in for a passionate kiss – only to be unexpectedly smacked in the side of the head with a fluffy pillow.
“Wha...” she said, trying to collect herself. When she looked back over at the German Shepherd, the cheeky woman had the biggest grin on her muzzle, and a pillow in her paws.
“And you called me a puppy?” Trisha asked in mock accusation, swinging a pillow from behind her and smacking her across the side of her head. "What are we, fourteen year old girls at a sleepover?"
“Ack!” Kana exclaimed, laughing. “Fine. First to give up has to change Randall in the morning.”
“Oh, game on, girlfriend,” Trisha taunted, taking another well-aimed swing.
Kana and her girlfriend Trisha having a good time! Wrote a story to go with it...I think it's pretty good, considering it was written by a gay guy :P.
~
“Please, Trish? For me?” the German Shepherd pleaded.
Trisha sighed, rubbing her paw over the top of her trade-mark floppy border collie ears. “Again, Kana?” she asked. “Every time I get to come visit, you always want-”
“You don't get to come that often anymore, though,” Kana said, looking downward – ironically, looking much like her pet wolf did when he was pouting. “And you always make me wear them when you come over, ever since you found out.”
“That's different, and you know it. You like taking orders from me...and you're the one with the fetish – you want to be in diapers.”
“Shh, not so loud! I just put Randall to bed not that long ago.”
“Pshh. If he hasn't noticed by now he never will. Besides, he always passes out right away, and sleeps like a rock.”
“I guess...but...please? You look really pretty in them...”
Trisha sighed again. “Is it really me, Kana? Or is it just the fact that I'd be wearing a diaper?”
Kana looked over to the side. “I...I guess a bit of both...but is that such a bad thing?”
The border collie smirked at this. “Not really. You need this sexy body to get the most out of it, don't you?”
Kana leaned in for a quick peck. “Naturally.”
“I suppose I can indulge you again,” Trisha said with a sly smile. “Keep your diapered behind right on this bed until I get back, missy,” she said with a mock seriousness.
Trisha walked off to the master bathroom, and shut the door after giving a playful grin to her girlfriend. With the fun antics over, she shimmied her jeans off, and slid her lacey pink panties off soon after. Opening the cabinet, Trisha found where Kana kept her personal stash of diapers.
“May as well get this over with,” she said, although she was smiling when she said it. Trisha didn't really enjoy wearing diapers – nor did she have any interest in partaking in her girlfriend's fetish, but, it made Kana so happy when she did. More than anything, Trisha liked seeing her girlfriend happy, so she wasn't nearly as reluctant to indulge Kana's fantasies as she pretended to be.
Unfolding the diaper – her diaper – Trisha ran her paws along its soft interior before laying it out on the cold tile floor. It didn't take much longer before she had her diaper taped up on both sides of her fluffy hips and above her equally furry tail. After all, she'd had plenty of practice on the several occasions she'd babysat for Randall and had to change his diaper.
Not that she would actually go so far as to wet, Trisha thought. That was too much. Still, just wearing wasn't that bad. It was just soft, extra-thick weird underwear that her girlfriend thought was sexy. And who didn't like wearing sexy underwear for their girlfriend?
She stood up, ears folding back as her diaper crinkled. The darn things were so loud. The first time she had “forced” Kana to wear diapers under her clothing out in public she had expressed doubts, but between her clothing and the background noise nobody had ever noticed.
Well, there's no missing my diaper, she thought, tugging down the waist of her shirt – which was a rather futile gesture, as it was specifically designed to show off her midriff. She tried striking a few “sexy” poses in the mirror, laughing to herself. She thought she looked so absurd – like a giant, overgrown puppy pretending to be an adult.
She honestly didn't understand Kana's obsession, and sexual appetite toward the padded objects – but she loved her girlfriend, and as the dominant bitch in the relationship, it was her responsibility to make her submissive happy. And in reality, this was such a small thing...and as often as Kana asked it of her of late, it was even beginning to feel normal.
Plus, she did get off, a little bit, making Kana wear them whenever she was able to visit. Another fun way she had to control her girlfriend, ever since she'd accidentally stumbled into her bedroom to witness her playing with herself in a diaper.
That had been an awkward conversation. Trisha wasn't sheltered or naive or anything, but that had been something she hadn't heard of before, and it was equally shocking learning her girlfriend was into something so off-the-wall. After working through the tears, and assuring Kana that she still loved her, their relationship had only grown stronger.
With that in mind, she grinned and stood up. Turning, she slowly opened the door, leaning up against the doorframe and sticking out her padded-rear end for Kana's benefit – flagging her tail to the side to tease.
Trisha's ears were met with the usual rustling sound that Kana's tail made when she wagged her diapered bottom, but rather than being accompanied by a lusty murr, the collie heard her girlfriend giggling.
“You look like a big puppy,” the shepherd snickered.
Trisha raised one eyebrow, and placed one paw on her diapered hip.
“Says the girl who's already been in diapers for three hours,” she retorted, looking down over Kana's pink top and her fully exposed diaper.
“Yeah, cause you made me...” Kana pouted.
“Oh hush,” the collie said, sauntering across the room and hopping onto the bed. “Don't pretend you don't enjoy it.”
“Well, I'm certainly enjoying something right now,” she said, wrapping her paws around the collie's hips, and running them down under her padded rump. "Or rather, someone."
Trisha smiled. That was exactly why she was willing to wear a diaper for her girlfriend. It was nice to see her happy, and nice to be appreciated. The collie closed her eyes and leaned in for a passionate kiss – only to be unexpectedly smacked in the side of the head with a fluffy pillow.
“Wha...” she said, trying to collect herself. When she looked back over at the German Shepherd, the cheeky woman had the biggest grin on her muzzle, and a pillow in her paws.
“And you called me a puppy?” Trisha asked in mock accusation, swinging a pillow from behind her and smacking her across the side of her head. "What are we, fourteen year old girls at a sleepover?"
“Ack!” Kana exclaimed, laughing. “Fine. First to give up has to change Randall in the morning.”
“Oh, game on, girlfriend,” Trisha taunted, taking another well-aimed swing.
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