Chapter 13: Let’s Talk About…

Did I mention that I’ve never gotten off before? Not when my boyfriend went down on me. Not when he probed and explored with his fingers. Not when I masturbated. Not even last night with that vibrator Innu got me. And now, here I was, spreading my legs like I was at a gynecologist, showing a teacher how I masturbated. I wasn’t ashamed of sex — but I was embarrassed to be in that position with someone watching and taking notes. It felt like I had been abducted by aliens.

I started off slow. I was not, after all, in the mood the instant I entered miss Geneva’s classroom. She offered to bring a tablet with pornographic imagery, or to read me some erotic literature if I needed some help. I groaned a bit and shook my head. I closed my eyes, trying to pretend she wasn’t there, that I was showing my boyfriend what to do. It helped a little bit. My left hand rose up to my breast and gave it a firm grope, prompting me to let out a squeaking gasp. After a moment I recognized that my imagination was putting Innu in the position of the one groped and petting my breast. I didn’t mind that, and the feel of my paw up top helped me prime myself for better masturbation.

My finger slid over my hood, along the warm and slightly moistened slit of my sex. The fine fur surrounding my sex almost tickled my paw, and I let out a little moan as I imagined someone kissing my sex, right below the hood. I don’t even know who I was imagining in that position, as I used my thumb and forefinger to gently part the lips, feeling the relatively cool air against the warm folds.

Okay, so at this point, I was thinking of the erotica I had read. I was internally narrating my actions in the most sensual way I could, and it was helping me out so much. I felt hot, sexy, and as my fingers played with the folds of my clitoris, I may have let out a deep sensual moan. For a moment, I forgot I had an audience I had never chosen, and let my finger slide slowly into me. It was only a centimeter or so deep before I started to let it probe, exploring as if it had never been there before, despite being a veteran spelunker in this organic fissure.

I imagined Pandora looking at me with a smile, and I could feel my face growing flush. This was what she was making me, and I was a little turned on by it. Then I imagined Mistress Sarah watching as Sonya licked me out, the other slave’s face pressing against my not-currently-very-private parts. I gasped suddenly, feeling a touch at my foot.

“That was an excellent demonstration,” miss Geneva said, smiling at me with a slight smile and wide eyes. “It’s time to demonstrate what you know about using these. I have two manual dildos, one for mounting, and one with a vibrator motor inside.” She indicated them and smiled. “So pick one and let’s begin.”


I was decidedly less skilled with the dildos than without. I was too nervous to even used the mounted one, still a bit too attached to the idea of virginity and how special penetrative sex was, and worried that I might hurt myself pushing too far. The other toys I was comfortable enough with, since those were hand-operated as far as depth.

After about a dozen minutes, Geneva stopped my demonstrations. She then put the dildos into a plastic bin for used toys, anything that was used for more than light handling had to go in those bins to get washed. “You have a good approach with your bare paws,” Geneva said, pulling out a pair of trays with identical dildos to the first set. “You will need some practice with the toys, and I expect that Mistress will be ordering me to deal with your virginity soon if it continue to interfere with your lessons. With that said, today is about the body. We will only use these toys as tools for female pleasure, not as simulacra of male partners. Take a moment to catch your breath, drink some water, and I will bring in your partner for this lesson.”

I nodded blankly, merely taking the words in after the comment about dealing with my virginity. This classroom had a sink set up towards the back, with disposable cups for drinking and a pair of soap dispensers for washing up. They were labeled with the standard icons for human and furre, to identify which was fur-wash instead of body-wash. I filled the cup and took a drink.

So I had good… approach? Technique? Well, I mean, who could possibly be better at pleasing me than myself, right? And while I had toyed with vibrators and dildos, I had always been… well, they were so different. Yes, I would be taught how to use them, and I was almost excited for the lessons. The taboo, or stigma, or whatever, of being taught sexual activities made it a hot prospect to have a teacher helping me. And… a partner, she had said. I filled the cup again and drank once more, wondering who my partner would be. I turned around and tossed the cup into the bin.

A young girl, perhaps similar in age to myself, had been brought in. She was undressing as I turned to look, and I saw that she had a pair of horse ears atop her head, and a long, flowing blonde tail coming from her rear end, exactly where human anatomy would dictate it to start. She wore a silver bell on her tail and a leather harness under her uniform. She was probably about 20 centimeters taller than me, and as I looked, I saw that she wore a pair of high heels shaped to make her foot look like a hoof.

She turned around, after folding and setting her uniform on a desk. Her eyes were wide and bright, the outside corners turned up and her nostrils flared wide in the usual signs of a smile. The signs, but she wore a golden-bronze colored latex mask over her face, with a black leather bridle on top of it. Her breasts were perky c-cups, and her body was all human, apart from the head and tail.

Geneva beckoned me over. “Goldpenny, this is Hannah. Hannah, this is Goldpenny, the pony-slave.”

I was in awe — I had met a few partial-change furres, but Goldpenny was virtually a living sculpture. And a pony-slave? I had no idea what it was, but in the moment I had known her, I wanted to know everything about her and her dress.

As an aside for Mistress Sarah, when you read this: I think it was at this time that I began to admit to myself that I am far more bisexual than I ever considered before coming here.

“Hannah, for the next six minutes, I want you to use your own technique on Goldpenny. She will lounge on the chair for you,” Geneva said, giving a firm touch to Goldpenny’s left thigh. At this signal, Goldpenny snorted and walked gracefully to the lounge chair (why had I not sat there earlier?) and spread her legs. The harness, apparently not meant to cover anything, revealed her rosy sex, which was shaved smooth and bare for me to witness. “I will give you instructions, as Goldpenny is not permitted to speak at present.”


The whole lesson was similar — I would pleasure Goldpenny while Geneva watched and gave me pointers. Goldpenny would do the same to me for a similar amount of time. I would be asked to try and describe my feelings while Goldpenny worked. When they got to the mounted dildo, I watched Goldpenny demonstrate control of how deep she went, then I was asked to do the same. It was… awkward, but sort of nice. Once I was on it, Geneva asked me to go down until I felt uncomfortable.

She marked the point on the dildo where I stopped, then asked me to ride it, doing a few loops of up and down before she asked me to lean forward, then backward, experimenting with angles to find the one I enjoyed the most. Goldpenny actually liked having it mounted to the wall and riding it, well, pony-style. I enjoyed watching that, but I guess I found the most pleasure while leaning back a bit, so the dildo was pressing against the front walls of my sex. It felt good, having the toy strain to pull itself straight up while I rode it. I think that I might have imagined riding on a wolf-cock, watching a stallion breed Goldpenny. I’m not sure, but I did have a hot fantasy during that part of the lesson. I wish I had written it sooner so I could remember it more clearly…

“Time to clean up,” Geneva said in a sharp and crisp voice, breaking through the haze of pleasure. “Hannah, you have no excuse to avoid the mounted toy next time. You know how to limit your penetration on the toy now. And I hope you’ve learned a bit about what turns you on and how to pleasure yourself and other girls.”

“Y…” I started, then paused as I pulled myself off the toy. It was one of the better masturbatory experiences of my life, I had to admit, going through that lesson. And Goldpenny had a firm touch coupled with soft, supple skin. When she toyed with my sex, it was definitely better than touching myself. It was also better than my boyfriend had ever gotten, probably because she knew what she was doing. “Yes, miss Geneva.”

“And you have homework,” she said, grinning as she watched us clean up the toys we had used. Goldpenny snorted and huffed at times, but really didn’t try to speak through her latex mask. “For the next 5 nights, I want you to find a partner to practice your masturbatory skills. Let them guide you in masturbating them, and guide them in masturbating you. I want a summary of your experiences at the start of each class session.”

I swallowed a bit. At this point, all of the toys were in the cleaning bin, and Goldpenny and I were getting supplies from the sink to clean our juices off the desks and chair we had used. “Yes ma’am,” I answered, taking a deep breath to try and calm myself.

“Goldpenny, after you finish cleaning this room, escort Hannah to the cafeteria for her lunch,” Geneva said. “I need to prepare for my work shift, so I will be leaving you two to finish cleaning alone.”

With that, she stepped out of the classroom door and I was alone with the ponyslave. “Er, Goldpenny? I… I just want to say that you look beautiful.”

Her face lit up in all the signs of a smile and she trotted over, then nuzzled me. She pointed to the desk I had mounted my dildo on.

I went back to cleaning the classroom.

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