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As the elevator ascended to heights only few were privileged to have Stelle aimlessly played with Robin’s halo. With her chin resting atop the shorter woman’s head so the halo was in her face. It could move freely or so it seemed. It didn’t seem to bother Robin so Stelle flicked the end of it with her nose and gave it a sniff. She expected the smell of brass and was pleasantly surprised to smell foreign floral scents. Perhaps it was a scent unique to Penacony or maybe just Robin. After a few more sniffs Stelle deduced that it was just Robin. She sniffed the sweet floral scented Halovian’s hair. Robin didn’t seem to mind so Stelle indulged.
Her hands were clasped tightly together and her posture was professional. She stood upright, and uptight. Her hands in front of her stomach, legs together, and chin up. Perfect posture to show dignity. What was less than perfect was her flushed face, warbly smile, and panicked heart. Robin had been sniffed by strays before but not like this. Every inhale made her heart skip a beat. Her bare hand began to fidget with the glove on the other. She hoped that she smelled her best. The high end products she wore would be long lasting. Her wobbly smile wavered at the thought.
What she really wanted was for Stelle to pick up on her natural scent. Not the perfumes, soaps, or creams. As she thought about it she really wanted a whiff of Stelle. It would be so easy to turn around and bury her face in the taller woman’s chest. To get a huff of her chest, her neck, then her arms. Robin wondered how toned Stelle was and if she could get a good feel of her muscles. Maybe she would let her nibble on them. The ding from the elevator ripped her from her less than pure thoughts. Robin internally chastised herself for her impurities. It was uncouth of her to think of the stray pup in such a way.
She stepped away from Stelle. The pull of her penthouse took her from her pup. She looked around the grand room. Ornately decorated, heavenly flourishes, and very expensive. More importantly it was large and open yet it was still suffocating. No matter how big the cage was, it would always be a cage. As she walked further into the room she took note of the cracks in the facade. The maids would normally tend to everything. Everything had to be perfect. Clean and flawless. Her brother demanded it as much as the rest of the Family did.
Yet he was gone. He wasn’t around to order the maids to clean or to keep Robin from herself. It was for the best that he did so. She loved her brother and wanted him back and yet she didn’t want to live with him any more. In her mind she lashed herself for even considering such. It took her a second to realize the voice that lashed at her was not her own. Her thoughts were interrupted by a firm hand moving her halo.
Stelle raised up the halo and placed the Watchmakers hat on top of Robin’s head. The hat was pointed to the left. The halo lowered back into place over the hat. The singer felt her face burst into flames. Such a move silenced the voice and her own voice came out as incoherent giggles. The tall pup looked at her with a soft smile. Happy to see the singer being herself. Robin took a second to collect herself. It was a long second.
“Oh, my,” Robin whispered and fluffed her wings between her fingers. “Many pardons. I’m not the best host, am I?” she felt the voice return to tell her that she wasn’t acting properly.
A casual shrug from Stelle kept the voice away. If her guest didn’t mind then why should she mind? She had her answer.
“Well… Let me show you around,” the joy in her voice returned.
She grabbed Stelle’s hand and led her down the main room. Her excitement bubbled with every step. Her stray would love to have a look around. This was her home. This was her cage. The spring in her step got caught. The walls of her home tugged on her wings. Kept her from flight. An inquisitive hum from Stelle reminded her that she was free. The stray pup squeezed her hand.
The hand Robin was holding onto was the same hand that woke everyone up from the blissful dream. Well one of the many hands that helped but it was hers that danced with Clocky while hurling a train at her brother's face. She felt comfortable with her. Safe with the stray she dragged in. Well she wasn’t really a stray but Robin couldn’t help but see her as a cute stray puppy.
They entered the kitchen. It was full of luxurious snacks, desserts, delicacies, and of course, bottles of SoulGlad. They were given to her as “get well” and “sorry for your loss” presents. All of it was there for decoration. The meals Robin had to eat were always prepared by a chef and brought to her. Her diet was of utmost importance. Her figure had to be maintained down to the calories. She needed to fit the image Penacony wanted of her. What the Family wanted of her. What her audience wanted of her. What the voice demanded of her.
At the sight of the food she felt a hunger pang. She had gotten used to them and wondered why it came back. Normally it was easy to ignore and now she found herself unable to ignore it. Her gloved hand rubbed her stomach to stop it from growling. It would be wrong to be hungry in front of her guest. The tall pup thought otherwise and went into the kitchen.
She rummaged through the well decorated dishes and pulled apart at the wrappings. The neatly designed wrappers and get well notes were discarded with little care. Stelle picked up a chocolate bundt cake. Round like a donut it promised to be a good dish. Stelle walked over like a good pup and presented the cake to Robin. The singer didn’t have to look at the serving size to know it went over her daily calories limit. It did look so good and with Stelle beaming at her she really wanted a bite.
“N-no… I really shouldn’t… If I get, umm… Big, I won’t look… “ her voice didn’t sound like her own. Unsurely spoked and recited from someone else Robin felt herself shrinking. She lowered her head to not look into the stray pup's pleading eyes.
Stelle tilted her head and hummed to herself. She figured Robin thought the cake tasted bad. The intelligent pup bit the tip of her middle finger and pulled off her glove. She scooped up some of the cake into her fingers and tasted it. It was delicious. Stelle hummed a loud yum and picked more up in her fingers. Robin peaked from under the Watchmakers hat to see cake in Stelle’s fingers. Bits of it were on Stelle’s cheeks and Robin wanted a taste more than ever.
The disaster within her really wanted this. Nothing wrong with indulging just this once. This wasn’t for appearances. This was for her. She sheepishly smiled and nibbled at the cake. It tasted very sweet and chocolatey. She went in for seconds and took the rest of it into her mouth. The sweet taste contrasted the slightly salty taste of Stelle’s finger. Robin let her lips linger on Stelle’s fingers. She hoped this was an indirect kiss, that Stelle just had her fingers in her own mouth and now into the singer's mouth. Robin didn’t quite know what this desire was but she yearned for more.
Stelle was pleased to see Robin eat. She scooped up more and held it for her to eat. Robin giggled and her wings fluttered along with her heart. She didn’t care how she looked. She was famished and wanted to eat. Her lips and tongue lingered on those delectable fingers. Feeling bold she scooped up some cake with her gloveless hand and held it up to Stelle. The good pup deserved to be pampered as well.
With her hand up she wondered how Stelle would react. She had just been fed by her so she figured that Stelle wouldn’t mind the same. A second passed and Stelle leaned forward and opened her mouth. She let her long flat tongue flop out with her fangs bared. A sharp row of teeth with long canines. She really was an overgrown dog. Robin looked at the pup's mouth in awe. She’s never seen such a maw. It scared her as much as it drew her in. Her hand shook as it fed the cake to the pup.
Sharp teeth grazed her fingers, a gentle suck took the cake from her fingers, and the long tongue lapped up every bit of chocolate from her fingers. Robin felt tingles radiated from the contact down her arm to her heart then down to her need. Her wings fluffed up and flared out. Warmth brewed between her legs and they shut closed. She was never allowed to feel this. The voice returned to her and lashed at her for feeling such things. It wasn’t her voice and yet she listened to it. Her legs were tightly together as some defense for her chastity. As much as her brother accepted her love for women, the Family did not allow her to love freely. She was an idol, she had to be available in the minds of her fans.
They didn’t allow her to even feel her desires in private. She always wondered what it would be like to love whenever she sang about it. What would it be like to be kissed so lovingly and to kiss back all the same. Her mind was brought back to reality when Stelle gave a final suck to her fingers. Her lips puckered as she pulled back. Almost like a kiss to her fingers. The voice went silent as if stunned. Robin had her chance and was not going to let it go.
No more fleeting dreams, she wanted to experience it.
Robin pulled her fingers back and wiped them on her dress. She wanted to taste them but with Stelle looking at her like a cute puppy she wanted the real deal. Robin was a flushed mess. Her hair frazzled and her body warm. She could hardly get a word out. Her face felt like jelly. Stelle simply tilted her head and raised the Watchmaker’s hat on Robin’s head to get a better look at her.
Stelle looked messy on the outside and Robin certainly was a mess on the inside. She chanted in her head “Cheat day, cheat day, cheat day,” to work herself up. Finally her breath came back to her. Her wings flapped to fan herself off.
“Umm… Puppy, you’re a bit messy,” Robin gestured up and down Stelle. The tall pup nodded along. “Let’s save the tour for after your-” she cleared her throat, “our bath.”
Stelle set the cake down and waited for Robin to lead the way. The singer was in a whirl as she processed what was happening. She never felt bolder and more scared in her life. Not even when her life was in danger of being assassinated. It took her a second to bring her legs apart. The warmth below reminded her that she was awake. It scared her to finally seek what was kept away from her after all this time. Each step she took was a test of courage.
The voice tried to rein her in. Her own thoughts took center stage over what the voice demanded she do. She wrote a song in her head to embolden each step to the bathroom. With a click she opened the door and ushered Stelle in. The pup looked excited to see such a heavenly looking bathroom. Clean white tiles, a gold trim to accentuate the bath, and of course soaps of all kinds. Stelle marveled at the room.
Nervously Robin took her remaining glove off and set it on a nearby counter. She took the Watchmakers hat off and gave it a sniff. Her scent mixed with Stelle’s. She wanted a better sniff of the source. She felt shameless for doing so but earlier she had been sniffed by her puppy. It was probably alright to be shameless. She realized her own thoughts. In her mind she already claimed Stelle as her own puppy. Such a thought was surely gross and possessive. There’s no way this was good for her.
Stelle began to undress. She started with her boots. Robin disregarded her doubts and swore to claim the Trailblazer as her puppy. It had to happen.
“Allow me,” Robin said sweetly as she snuck up behind Stelle and helped her undress.
First the coat came off, Robin sniffed it and it smelled of SoulGlad. Then came the shirt, it gave off a heavy musk that Robin liked more than she thought she would. Next came Stelle’s bra. Robin caught herself shamelessly sniffing each article she took from her pup. She felt so unsightly yet she wanted more. She gave the bra a quick sniff and put it down with the rest. She leaned over the counter to gather herself. This was getting dangerous for her heart.
A hand set down a skirt and belt. Robin looked over to the strong arm. She wanted to feel those muscles. The arm pulled away much to her disappointment. Then it returned with white panties crumbled up and dropped them into the clothes pile. Robin spun around and saw Stelle’s exposed body. Due to the height difference Robin face was met with the tall pup's chest. Firm swells of flesh with pointed pink tips took her breath away. In the middle of her chest was a star shaped scar. Robin didn’t know what created it and assumed she’d find out one day. Her skin had scars of various kinds. Burns, cuts, abrasions, all faded scars that seem to have healed in an unnatural way. Her skin was more tanned in her arms, legs, and face. Robin could tell she spent her time Trailblazing when the sun was up.
Stelle stood there unashamed as Robin gawked at her. Her toned frame was eaten up from top to bottom by the Halovian. From her defined arms, to her long legs, and to the coiled gray hair on her crotch, it was all eye candy for the starved woman. The tall pup hummed and pointed to Robin’s dress. The singer was brought from her reverie and nodded. She turned around and began to undo her hair bun. Her head was turned further than needed to keep looking at Stelle.
Like an obedient pup Stelle got to work getting Robin out of her dress. With a zipper down and knot untied the dress came down. The idol started to take off her accessories and makeup. She began to feel shy. She had been taught to feel insecure over any flaw and hoped Stelle didn’t mind her as herself. Over the course of her life she was meticulously crafted to have appeal. To hide any and every flaw to further her career. Her bra came off then her panties. Robin hid her face behind her wings.
Her body was pale with any imperfection taken off. The signs of such removal were left behind. There was little body fat on her thin frame. The swell of her breasts were natural and a tad larger than Stelle’s with her nipples a dull pink. Her body was smooth from head to toe. A well crafted figure that had been maintained by Robin. She almost felt unnatural before Stelle. As if she were a doll before a dog. The thought excited her. She imagined being marked. Given imperfections to feel love for. Stelle looked her over with a soft smile. Not a bit of judgment in her eyes.
Robin felt herself getting riled up again within her fantasies. She pushed herself forward and guided Stelle to sit on a bath stool. Stelle hummed gleefully. Robin got on her knees and looked at her pups broad back. Before she could lose this chance she took a deep huff of her pups gray hair. Stelle’s natural scent filled her nose and shut her mind off. Her body began to act on its own. Her hands roamed Stelle’s body up and down. Feeling her muscles, her scars, every lovely imperfection the Trailblazer had. To think anyone could see any bit of her as flawed. Warmth built up in Robin’s core.
Her hands felt up Stelle’s biceps and down her forearms. She looked down at Stelle’s right hand. There was a bruise on her knuckles. Probably from when she punched the stalker earlier. The thought of these strong arms being able to do so excited Robin. Her folds began to get very wet.
Curious hands made their way to Stelle’s breasts. Robin had never felt another woman so intimately before. She was a maiden with desires all her own. She needed this. The feel of her pup's firm bosom made her feel very warm.
“Puppy,” she moaned into Stelle’s ear. “Please, I need you,” she begged.
Stelle turned her head and wings guided her face to Robin’s. Their lips met in an awkward kiss. It was enough to send Robin over the edge. Her first kiss and first orgasm with another woman. Her juices sprayed out onto the tile below her. She lost her breath and wit. Her mind was in a daze and bit by bit it returned. The kiss ended and Robin felt so ashamed of herself. The reality of the situation addled her mind.
She was a bumbling mess and couldn’t find her voice. She uttered apology after apology and was silenced with another kiss. It went on for what felt like an entire album. When it ended she shyly looked into her puppy’s eyes. She only saw adoration in those yellow eyes.
“Umm… Would you be fine with bathing after umm… You know?” Robin felt her face heat up.
Stelle nodded vigorously and scooped Robin up in her arms. The heat from her face traveled south and reignited her core. A princess carry was almost too much for her. Strong arms held her up effortlessly. Robin wanted to be escorted like this everywhere she went. Stelle pointed with her nose.
“Oh, right. My bedroom is up the nearest staircase and to the right,” she whispered out as if someone outside may hear her.
They were alone in the penthouse yet being carried naked in the arms of another naked woman made her feel embarrassed. Even if it was in her own home. Stelle followed her instruction and kicked the door open. A lavish room with a large bed surrounded in sheer curtains was before them. Robin’s heart raced as she was gingerly set down on her own bed. Lust began to fully take her over. Stelle looked at her with obedient eyes. This stray was already broken in and Robin was going to enjoy her.
“Kiss me and don’t stop until I tell you to,” she ordered and leaned in for the kisses to start immediately.
Stelle obliged. The kiss started off sweet and tender. Over the course of a minute it became messy and sloppy. Robin wanted as much of a taste as she could get. The flavor of chocolate cake was still on her tongue. Robin didn’t know how to kiss and let her desires take hold of her. Her wings kept Stelle in place. Not allowing her to pull away. Not that she would. Strong hands explored the smooth unexplored curves that Robin had. Robin felt her core heating up as she eagerly waited to feel those hands mark her.
A long tongue snaked its way into Robin’s mouth. Her efforts of taking the lead were for nought and she loved it. That tongue lapped up every bit of her it could get. The calloused texture of Stelle’s hands lit a fire wherever it touched on Robin’s body. From her hips up to her bountiful breasts. With a squeeze the singer moaned and pushed her chest out for more. The rough texture contrasted the gentle squeezes and pinches sent waves of pleasure crashing into Robin.
The kiss broke as Robin needed to breathe. The trained singer couldn’t keep her voice down. Her puppy began to kiss her neck and nibble on her. Gentle digs into her flesh had Robin in shambles. She never knew how good it would feel.
“Puppy,” she paused. Stelle perked up to hear what she wanted. “Bite me,” she ordered.
After a beat Stelle sank her teeth into Robin’s collar. Enough force to mark her without serious pain. It was already too much for the singer. She cried out and felt her walls clench around nothing. It hadn’t been touched yet she was already at her second climax. She reeled herself back as Stelle licked her mark to clean it off. It pleasantly stung. A mark all her own to take pride in. A flaw on her flawless body. This is what makes it perfect.
Stelle licked her lips then continued to kiss Robin’s neck all over. As the singer recovered from her high she felt her puppy kiss lower and lower. Acting on her own, Stelle wanted to drink the woman up. Robin did nothing to stop her. She always wondered what it would feel like to be eaten.
A hungry growl sounded out. Robin got goosebumps. She grabbed a nearby pillow and hugged it tightly. Her eyes peered over to the pillow and looked into hungry yellow eyes. Stelle parted her pale legs and descended upon her. That long tongue took over her mouth in a kiss and would work her lower lips in much the same way. A gentle lick got a taste of her. Robin shook. Another flick of her tongue spread her open. Robin gasped. A thumb on each side spread her lips open and Stelle looked close at her folds. Robin was quaking. Stelle let out another growl and then began to devour her meal.
The melody of Robin’s moans were conducted by her pups invading tongue. The long dexterous tongue wriggled within her folds and discovered every note Robin could make. The singer locked her legs around Stelle’s head. The pup gripped the singer's thighs tightly. Enough to leave an imprint of her hands on them. Stelle began to overstimulate the poor woman.
Robin hugged the pillow tightly and her eyes began to tear up. She didn’t know how to handle these new sensations and was already overwhelmed. Her puppy caught on and slowed her pace. Rough licks became gentle laps. Robin appreciated the change and found the soft pace far more pleasurable.
“Thank you, puppy,” she sang. “You’re such a good girl,” she moaned.
Stelle’s eyes lit up at the praise. Even while eating her out Robin thought she looked so cute. Robin threw the pillow to the side and reached down to her puppy. She began to pet her. Gentle scritches to match gentle licks. They pampered each other. Their eyes were locked onto each other the entire time. Stelle didn’t want the petting to end and Robin didn’t want the licking to end. They kept going and going.
Robin felt her third climax approaching. She didn’t want this to end but she was desperate for another release. Stelle caught on and got to work building it up. Robin’s melodious moans returned and the end of the song came. Her fluids came flooding out of her. Her eager puppy lapped up every bit of her release. Not a drop was wasted. Robin fell back onto the bed as she was being cleaned by her attentive puppy. She shuddered every other lick. Eventually Stelle stood back up and looked to Robin for praise.
Her lips and chin were coated in Robin’s love. The sight made Robin want to continue but her shaking legs let her know that she couldn’t handle any more. She motioned for Stelle to hold her and like a good pup Stelle did so. Her pup showed no hesitation to end their lovemaking and begin a cuddle session. Robin swore to pamper her puppy lots when they got to the bath.