Mila stumbled back, unsteadier than she normally was. She knew the crowd at the Hatch, and what they tended to do in the sole bathroom in the back of the building. At least she managed not to back into anyone actively fucking.
The blonde and tan mule before her grinned, hips resting against the counter. The leather jacket she wore as her only top left her trim abs exposed. “I saw you looking,” she said, “both now, and during the show.”
“D-During?” Mila sputtered. She planted her feet firmly under her at last, but struggled to find a place for her hands.
“It’s a small club, babe. I can see everyone’s faces.”
Reika, the mule in front of her, was one of the Hatch’s most popular performers. A predator with an aura that made the knees of everyone around her weak.
Mila felt her ears stand straight, her lips trembling as Reika leaned down, the mule’s breath tickling the soft, white fur on her neck.
“There’s a lot to be gained from giving in, y’know.”
Mila met the other woman’s eyes, then felt a touch at her chin. Reika’s grip was light, but firm, as it insisted to Mila which way to turn her body.
Her heart pounded; her paws gripped the edge of the counter. Reika’s hips straddled her thighs, holding her thin legs tight between the lean, muscular grip of the mule’s own. One hand continued to hold Mila’s chin, while the other thrust into her jacket pocket and withdrew something, concealing it in its grip.
Reika’s fingers uncurled, then dangled a small packet with a round, pink pill in it. “This little thing,” Reika started, “will tune you to the most intense sensory experience of your life.”
She leaned in again, lips at Mila’s ear. The hand at the rabbit’s jaw glided to the back of her head. Mila could smell smokey perfume at the mule’s collarbone, and feel a swell between her legs as their bodies pressed together. “It’ll also make you small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. Or, as I’d prefer, in the pit of my stomach.”
Mila reached for the pill, but hesitated to take it. Reika shifted back, hand pulling away from Mila’s head. In one chain of fluid motions, she tore the wrapper open, turned Mila’s palm upwards, and dropped the pill in her hand.
“Give in,” she said, her words direct but sweet, like cola over smooth whiskey. “You look like a girl who doesn’t let herself enjoy much. So give in and have a little fun.”
Mila’s eyes dropped to the pill.
She was always a good girl.
Straight-laced. Went to school. Did her job.
Never asked for anything.
Mila tossed the pill into her mouth and, before it hit her tongue, tipped her head back and swallowed.
Reika laughed, taking Mila’s head in her hands, bringing the bunny’s lips to hers. “Girls like you are so cute,” she said. Her lips pressed against Mila’s. Her tongue - thicker, stronger, more insistent than Mila’s - worked inside as they kissed, the two exploring one another in long, slow drags.
The world wavered in and out of focus for Mila. Her eyes shifted from Reika’s own, to the crowd turning their attention to them, to her paws as they lifted off the floor.
The kiss between them separated. Mila looked up and gasped. Reika’s face was large enough to block out the lights above them. She lifted her arms to find them already dangling above the counter. Her hands struggled to reach and cover the mule’s breasts, and were getting smaller. Her heart raced - for the first time, she understood the stories ancient historians told of when species hunted one another. The feeling of the predator looming over her, the sudden loss of all escape, felt dialed as loud as possible within her.
It was the most intoxicating, erotic experience of her life.
Her hands glided down Reika’s sides, struggling for a grip at the denim over her hips. As they moved towards the bulge at her groin, though, the mule brushed her hands away with two fingers. “Not today, cutie.”
That hand closed its grip around Mila’s waist, lifting her from the counter. “No, you’re my after-show snack today. Next time we can have a little more fun.”
Mila’s eyes went wide, fixed on how Reika's tongue and lips moved. “Next time?”
“You didn’t think this was the end, right?” Reika’s eyes narrowed - their lashes were so long, Mila thought. Her hand brought Mila closer, until the bunny in her grip extended her hands and touched her fingers to the mule’s lips.
“N-no, of course not, I…”
“Then relax and enjoy the ride.
Tipping her wrist, Reika brought Mila’s feet to her mouth, pushing them inside. Her tongue drew in Mila's legs, thick muscle and strong jaws pulling her deeper. The world swept by in a colorful blur of light and shapes. It was a moment to Mila before the excited crowd came back into focus.
Her hips disappeared into Reika’s mouth. The hand holding Mila shifted, pulled away, leaving her for an instant in free fall. Two fingers quickly gripped her hands and held her still. Reika’s other hand gripped the edge of Mila's dress and in one, strong pull, ripped the cheap fabric from the bunny’s body.
As it fell away, Mila binked in shock at the sheer size of the mule. She could easily fit in the donkey’s mouth which was - with one firm push of a finger - exactly where she went.
It was suddenly quieter, muffled by the flesh and bone between her and the rest of the room. Mila felt around, saliva coating her fingertips. It felt real and unreal, laying in the darkness and damp, everything so vivid even though it was so hard to see.
The tongue beneath her twitched. Mila’s attentioned snapped directly ahead of her: Reika had tipped her head back, her throat stretching as her feet eased closer to it.
She took a deep breath, bringing her hands close to herself. She’d read online how to do this safely, and Reika was ready to test whether she had been a good study.
The first swallow pulled her fast, already bringing her in up to her waist. Her ears picked up the roar of the crowd in the bathroom with them. One more, and Mila would be on her way to the mule’s stomach. She laid back, letting all of herself relax, to give in to Reika’s body as it closed in around her. She did, however, keep her eyes own.
She wanted to see every second of what happened next.