Mittens Has Class Ch. 16

Mittens Has Class

Chapter 16 - Mischief Is Always Easier As a Cat

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***Note from the Author: This is a significant rewrite of this chapter (and the six that follow it), as I didn't like where I was taking things with the story. Parts of the original version, that still worked with the new direction, still remain and may seem familiar, but it should be quickly evident that much has changed and more will be different as the newly reworked chapters come back out. I hope this doesn't cause too much confusion, but please try to forget the events of the previous version of the chapters that followed after the attack at the college and read these are 'new chapters'.***

As Mittens hit send on her latest reply text to Valli, assuring her that both of them were okay and she'd talk more with her soon, Krystal called her attention upwards with a clearing of her throat. "Well?" Well, she asked, doing a slow turn. "How do I look?" Mittens gave her a deeply thoughtful scan, pretending to mull over some long inner monolog of thought. Krystal, of course, looked utterly adorable. They'd lucked out with finding some paws and a tail that were pretty close to the same green as the ears pinned to her head. The fuzzy arm and leg warmers had been easy enough to find in a similar shade.

She'd changed her usually dark blue eye and lip make-up to green as well, to better go along with the rest of the assemble. Aside from the cat costume pieces, she was clad in a short, form-fitting spandex tank top and bikini bottoms, both also a similar shade of green. A nude-colored elastic band circled around her hips with her tail attached to it. The top was thin enough that you could just make out the shape of her nipples beneath and the bikini only barely covered her pubic thatch. Mittens could actually see a few stray hairs of it peeking out of the top.

"I feel like you're missing something." Mittens drawled slowly, making a meal of the set up.

Krystal looked down at herself, surveying the minimalist outfit. "Well, I suppose some kind of bodysuit or something might make it look better." She grimaced and added in a half mutter. "And make me panic less to be seen in."

"No..." Mittens countered. "I think what you're missing is..." She took a slow deep breath before bouncing up to her feet. "ME!" And promptly leapt from the bed and snatched her up into a wiggly hug, rubbing her naked body all over Krystal.

Krystal cackled with laughter as they smooshed together, doing her own little wiggle against Mittens. She seemed in generally better spirits now, as though their ordeal from the morning had never happened. In truth, Mittens had been pretty amazed at just how truly resilient Krystal seemed to be. She'd been locked in absolute darkness, possibly going into hypothermia, for more than an hour. Yet, she'd recovered from that experience with surprising quickness.

Possibly, Mittens just made her feel safe. It was also, heartbreakingly, possible that she'd simply been bullied and tormented so much over the years that she'd grown numb to these things through repeated trauma. Most likely, she had just become really, really, good at hiding behind all that make-up. Whatever the reason, there was no mistaking that she was genuinely happy at the moment.

"Let's go show Chloe and Master Brooksend. Especially before I chicken out and throw on something a lot less revealing before your company gets here." Krystal said with a fresh grimace, looking like she was mentally trying to convince herself not to actually go grab a large sweater or something to hide in. "I feel like I'm going to pop out of this top if I move too fast."

Mittens peered at her. "I's purty sure that shirt's faaar more like-a-lies ta burst than anything else." She gave mischievous grin. The top did seem to be straining to contain her rather full bust.

Krystal winced. "Same thing, basically." She forced a nervous chuckle. "But I want to try and convince myself to stay this way. I'm hoping that maybe if Master Brooksend 'commands' me to do it, I might find more courage not to go jump into a nun's habit or something." A slight jitter passed through her body, but the goofy smile told Mittens that she was serious about wanting to push herself outside this comfort zone.

"Okay, but jus' knows that nobody's gonna hold it against ya, if'n ya chicken out." Mittens assured her. "Jus' don't feel pressured."

Krystal's smile turned into something more confident. "I don't. Ever." She gave Mittens a kiss on the cheek. "I want to do this. I want to be more brave."

Mittens pulled her into a proper hug, giving Krystal's cheek a peck of its own. "I'm glad you feel safe." She said softly. "Though, if'n ya asks me, yous tha bravestest person I's ever met."

Krystal snuggled into the hug warmly, seeming truly grateful for it. "I doubt that. I'm still not sure I'll ever be ready to just run around completely naked like you and Chloe do."

Mittens leaned back and gave her an amused look. "You do realize that ain't what I were talkin' about, right?"

Krystal rolled her eyes. "I keep telling you, it wasn't that big of a deal. It was chilly in there, but it wasn't a freezer or anything. I wasn't going to die of anything but humiliation."

Mittens wasn't too sure about that. The storage closet was set to around fifty degrees Fahrenheit, she recalled. She'd looked it up once they got home and, while she could have gone for hours before hypothermia set in, if no one had found her until that evening or the next day, she would have seriously needed a hospital... or a morgue. As far as Mittens was concerned, those idiots could have killed her with their little stunt.

"Well, I still think you're amazing and tough as nails." Mittens replied, not wanting to try and argue the semantics. In the end, what was important was that Krystal seemed to not have suffered significant trauma from it. At least, no more than her life had already given her many times over. "Ands I plans to keep ya's really warm wif hugs an' blushes tha rest o' tha day."

Krystal laughed. "I believe that completely!"

The two of them headed downstairs, paw in paw, Krystal already starting to build up a pretty bright flush in her cheeks as they got closer to her being seen by others. Master and Chloe had agreed to patiently wait in the den while Mittens went about 'Mittenizing' her friend, but it appeared that the two of them had decided to keep themselves occupied while they waited. Chloe was standing in the middle of the room, arms behind her while Master was carefully trying to sort out binding them with rope.

Though he wasn't very good at Shibari, he did know a few knots and bindings, and was apparently trying to brush a little rust off before Marsha, with her expertise, arrived. So far, it looked pretty good, though Master was frowning at it as though stumped by something. Chloe, however, seemed to be in an almost dreamy state, enjoying the feeling of being bound.

"You two ready fer tha newest kitty ons tha block?" Mittens asked as they entered from the side hall. As they both turned to look towards them, she stepped to the side and waved her paws in proper presentation of Krystal.

For her part, Krystal did a little pirouette in place, seeming a little embarrassed, but having fun with it. "Meow!" She said once she was facing them again. Both Master and Chloe smiled brightly at the whole get-up, looking delighted. Master looked a bit surprised at just how daring Krystal had allowed herself to be, knowing that she was a fairly shy person.

"Hello, little kitten." He said to her, giving her an approving nod. "Would you like a pet?"

Krystal bounded over and lowered her head to him in welcome of it. He stroked her affectionately for a few moments, scratching her behind both her real and fake ears. "Good kitty." He said finally, putting a finger under her chin and guiding her head back up to look at him. "How do you feel?"

"A little nervous, but kind of excited." Krystal replied. "I wanted to push myself a little and be a bit daring with the whole thing. It's not... naked, like your other subs, but this is pretty close for me." She blushed a little more brightly. "Are you proud of me?" The words had a kind of neediness to them, as though his opinion held a lot of weight with her.

Mittens considered how little Krystal's father seemed to interact with her anymore, only realizing just how much she might be wanting some kind of authority figure to tell her that she was worthy. Mittens could understand that, she realized, because Master had kind of filled that empty space in her own life. Chloe too, had come from a life where her guardian had mostly expected her to be independent from a young age.

"I am very proud of your courage." He said to her, leaning in to kiss her on the forehead. Something about how he said it made his words feel like he was talking about more than just her decision to be so exposed in front of them. "You are beautiful and I am honored that you feel comfortable to show so much of yourself to me."

"Thank you, Master Brooksend." She replied dewily, her expression showing an abundance of joy. "I wanted you to know that I trust you."

"Your show of trust is gratefully accepted and I thank you for it." He replied back, his hand softly brushing her face. Despite all the obviously sexual aspects of the whole scene, two of the women around him effectively naked and the third pretty close to it, not to mention one of them being tied up with rope, his show of affection seemed somehow so deeply innocent and sweet that it made Mittens mist up a bit.

She suddenly leapt over and snatched the both of them into a big hug. "YAYS!!" She squealed cutely.

They all laughed together for a moment, Master giving his pet a kiss first on her head, then another to her lips. Chloe nuzzled into them after a few seconds as well, wrapping her arms around the group of them. For a moment, the four of them just huddled there, letting the warmth of the whole scene flow about them.

After a beat, Krystal blinked and curiously asked. "Um, Chloe, weren't your arms tied behind your back a second ago?"

Master gave a disappointed sigh, Chloe barely holding back a light snicker.

Finally, they broke the huddle and Master gestured for Chloe to return back to where he'd been working on tying her up. She obediently returned to her position, a broad smile on her face, and handed the coil of rope she's effortlessly slipped out of so he could began working again. However, as he started over with the binding, he addressed Krystal.

"I would like for you to remain like this for the rest of the evening." He said simply, his words even and gentle, but with a note of authority that made it sound like a solid command. "Also, when Mistress Thurgood and her submissive arrive, I want you to go greet them at the door with Mittens."

Krystal didn't immediately respond, just swallowed audibly as she fully digested what he'd just said. "I... um..." She stammered a little, uncertain.

He turned to look at her, a kind smile on his lips. "A request, not an expectation." He said softly, letting her know that he was pushing at her boundaries, but that she could refuse without needing to use her safeword.

"Could you... make it... a command?" She asked back timidly, sucking the corner of her lip between her teeth. "I actually WANT to stay like this, but I'm too shy to do it on my own."

He gave her an amused grin. "But my command would make that different?"

"I guess..." She said anxiously, but forced a resolute smile on her face. "Yeah... er, yes Master Brooksend. It would make a big difference. I could do it if you told me that I 'had to'."

He took a long moment studying her, reading her as one might read words on a page. Finally, he let the ropes he was working with fall and stepped over to fully face her, looking her deeply in her eyes. "Kneel." He said in an almost whisper.

Krystal lowered herself to the floor without a hesitance, looking up at him. Mittens could see another jitter pass through her body, but she didn't seem frightened or worried, just nervous about what was about to happen. Her focus was otherwise completely on Master and she seemed almost eager for him to do something, no matter what that was.

"For the rest of the evening, you are to remain as exposed as you currently are, inviting anyone here that wishes to look at you to do so as much as they like." His voice was powerful, though low. It felt like they carried a kind of arcane power, as though his speaking these orders made them unable to be defied. "No matter how embarrassed you might feel, you are not to try and hide yourself. If someone makes a point of really taking a good look, you are to even stand and pose for them to better see. Is that understood?"

Krystal gave another little tremor, but nodded confidently. "I understand, Sir. I will do as you say."

He reached down and gave her hair a slow stroke. "Good kitty. Good girl." He put his hand to the side of her face and she nuzzled into it. "I'm proud of you." He said to her softly.

The look of absolute bliss that filled her features was inspiring. Mittens felt herself going misty again, but knew better than to interrupt this time. This was something far more formal, something far more sacred. This was a moment purely between Dominant and submissive. It was deeply arousing, but also incredibly beautiful. She also noticed how much he kept expressing his pride in her, likely having already understood that it was what she most craved.

"Stand." He said, offering his hand for her to use to help do so. Once she was back on her feet, he reached down and lifted the 'D'-ring of her dog collar. "Would you be comfortable with me putting a proper collar on you for tonight? I know this has some significance to you, but I would like for you to wear one of mine while you're here."

"I would love that, Master Brooksend." She replied, almost breathlessly. "Please, may I wear one of your collars anytime I am here?"

He nodded meaningfully to her, seeming very satisfied by that. "Then I will order one specifically for you. Do you have requests for how you would like it to look?"

She looked utterly thrilled. "Hmmm...." She began, giving it some real thought, but the moment was suddenly interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

Everyone in the room lit up at the sound, though Krystal's deep blush, which had begun to disappear, returned so thoroughly it made her white make-up look practically pink. The fact that she'd been commanded to answer that doorbell without doing anything to conceal her very exposed body seemed to be truly impacting on her. However, she swallowed whatever hesitation she might have and looked at Mittens with a frazzled smile.

"Shall we greet your company?" She asked, her voice a little shaky, but determined.

Mittens giggled and took her paw in her own and the two of them headed out of the den to the foyer. Master returned to his work on Chloe's bindings, but Chloe herself was watching the two cat-girls, seeming deeply touched by the friendship they'd formed. That look made Mittens feel a sudden rush of love for the woman.

A part of her felt that she'd half forced Krystal on both of them, Master and Chloe, yet neither of them had so much as batted an eye at inviting her friend into their private sanctum as a long-stay guest. Chloe seemed immune to jealousy, always taking as much joy in watching those she loved feeling pleasure, be it sexual or platonic, as she did with feeling it herself. Master had stepped up to be Krystal's mentor and protector without a pause, treating her with the same compassion and care that he had for his two beloved submissives.

It all made her think of just how lucky she was to have these incredible people in her life who were willing to help her bring some happiness to her new friend. There was no question that Krystal had needed all this, a place where she could be as weird or adventurous as she wanted to be. Or just be shy and reserved without pressure. A place where she would be accepted without question or expectation.

She gave Krystal's plush-covered hand a squeeze as they approached the door. "You ready for this?" She asked as she reached for the knob.

Krystal gave a chuckle. "Not at all, but I'm going to do it anyway." She breathed.

Mittens spared only a brief moment to give her friend a reassuring smile before she pulled open the door to greet the two women standing outside. "Meowdy!!" She shouted excited as she saw them.

Opal scooped her up into a big bear hug instantly. Given that Opal was already nine inches taller than Mittens normally and currently wearing five-inch heels, this put Mittens' face smothered right into the middle of her voluptuous breasts. "We're here!!" She squealed unnecessarily.

Marsha blew out an exaggerated sigh and rolled her one visible eye. "I think she already figured that out, ya dumb slut." She drawled with a laugh.

"Eh eida ed." Mittens muffled out around the boobs, though she made no efforts to dislodge herself from them. "Eff es Ehrstel." She added, lifting the paw still holding onto Krystal's paw.

Opal looked over at Krystal, still keeping Mittens' face buried in her ample cleavage. "Nice to meet you." She chirped brightly. "I'm Opal and this is Marsha." She gave her head a flick towards her Dominant.

Marsha extended a hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Krystal."

"You could understand that?" Krystal asked a little timidly, taking the offered hand gingerly. She seemed to be fighting the urge to leap into the nearby hoodie Mittens kept by the door for unexpected vanilla visitors.

Opal finally released Mittens to breathe, a wry smile on her lips. "She's actually told us about you already. The green ears are a dead giveaway." She gave her a wink. "You make a cute kitty. I love that whole outfit!"

Krystal blushed even more than she already was. "Th-thank you." She muttered.

"Come on in! Master is in the den trying to tie up Chloe." Mittens said, waving them into the house. "Me and Krystal will run out and grab your bags in a bit here."

Krystal stared at her apprehensively. "We will?" She whispered, glancing out the door at the wide-open world beyond it. She was obviously not as sure about walking outside in so little as she was as being inside in so little.

Mittens chuckled. "We're getting her used to being uninhibited." She said to Marsha in particular.

Marsha laughed. "Well, you'd be the one to do it." She looked at Krystal. "I don't think I've ever actually seen Mittens with clothes on. She was naked the whole convention."

"Hey, if'n I cans be nakey, I's gonna be nakey." Mittens said.

Krystal spared Mittens a wry smile, but turned to Marsha. "Would Mistress like a proper look at me? I've been commanded to allow anyone who wants one as good of a look as they want." She extended her arms away from herself, inviting the Domme's gaze.

"Yeah, give us a little spin." Marsha said to her, twirling a finger. Krystal complied, turning in place slowly. It required her to let go of Mittens' paw, but she seemed to be getting her courage up a bit. "Very nice. Thank you, subbie." She replied in a semi-formal tone. "Now let's go see what kind of mayhem James is getting into and meet this 'Chloe' I've heard endless things about."

They all moved into the living room, where Master was carefully finishing up a complex-looking fresh binding around Chloe's hands. As Marsha came up, drawn to the sight of rope like a moth to a flame, he stepped aside, waving his hands in presentation of his work. The look of pride on his face dropped away when Chloe effortlessly slipped one of her hands right out of the binding to give her nose a quick scratch.

"I feel like you did that on purpose." Master muttered while eying her narrowly.

"Even the best slave needs to earn a few punishments from her Master, every so often." She whispered back, an impish look of sheer glee on her face.

"Sounds like I need to teach you a few 'correctional ties'." Marsha said slyly to Master.

"I certainly have the motivation to learn them at the moment." He returned in a playfully grim tone, still glaring at Chloe. For her part, Chloe had a distinct 'job well done' look on her face, apparently seeing it as her duty to give him a little inspiration. It didn't hurt that she enjoyed being restrained, so anything that helped motivate Master to learn those 'correctional ties', she would consider it her duty to do.

With a heavy, but definitely amused, sigh, he gave official introductions. "Chloe, this is Mistress Thurgood. Marsha, this is Chloe."

Chloe started to fall into a formal stance, prepared to show whatever display of respect she was told to give. Marsha, however, just extended a hand. "A pleasure to meet the infamous Chloe. Kitty-cat there has told me so much about you, I feel like I already know you better than my own sister."

Chloe took the hand respectfully with a smile. "How would Mistress like me to show her proper respect?" She asked, ducking her head a little to show her submission to an official Dominant.

Marsha, however, just waved dismissively. "I only worry about actual protocol inside a scene or as part of something formal. Outside of just being polite, I'm fine with you just being yourself."

Mittens chuckled. "Her devotion ta protocol kinda IS her being herself."

Marsha cocked an eyebrow at Chloe for a moment, then looked to Master. He gave a chuckle himself. "She really is more comfortable being at service than anything else. Even when she's given a day to do and dress how she wants, she usually keeps to her protocols and expectations." He reached over and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear with his hand. "She is probably the most natural slave I've ever met." There was little question that the words were meant as a heartfelt compliment.

Marsha considered her for a moment, then shrugged. "Alright then, take a kneel and kiss my shoe, slave." She extended one foot forward, presenting her sneaker.

Chloe obeyed without a moment of hesitation, lowering to her knees, then bending onto all fours. She kissed the toe of the sneaker firmly, almost lovingly. After which, she remained in that position as she asked. "Would Mistress like this slave to kiss her other one?"

Marsha got a wicked gleam in her visible eye, but looked to Master before answering, obviously seeking his permission to take it any further. During their time in Canada, last year, the two of them had gotten to know each other quite well and they'd earned one another's trust. However, that she was respectful enough not to assume she had free reign with one of his submissives only showed just why she'd earned that trust with him.

When he gave a subtle nod that she had his blessing to proceed, she looked back to Chloe and that wicked little gleam seem to grow. "No." She said, retracting her foot. "I want you to lick the other one, slave." She put her other shoe forward, lifting it and tilting the toe down. She wanted to properly see Chloe drag her tongue up the shoe.

And Chloe didn't disappoint. She lapped at the leather of the sneaker as though she were enjoying some sweet treat. This was the kind of thing that she lived for, being forced to do something that someone wouldn't want to do. It made her feel more a slave, at the mercy of others, and she loved that feeling.

Marsha appeared a bit surprised by Chloe's enthusiasm. She also looked a little disappointed that Chloe hadn't seemed more dismayed by the prospect. She was a true sadist, taking her joy not just from being obeyed, like Master and Mistress Victoria, but from seeing a submissive struggle. Tears were her favorite thing to see, screams her favorite sound. While she was always mindful of actual safety and careful never to cross certain lines, a submissive that was smiling wasn't as much fun for her as one that was an emotional mess.

"That's enough." She said, after Chloe had drug her tongue across the toe of her sneaker a few times. Chloe immediately stopped, sitting back on her calves and entering a patient kneel. "You were not kidding about her." She said aloud, though it wasn't obvious if she was talking to Mittens, Master, or the both of them.

"You may stand, slave." Master said to Chloe, his expression a perfect poker face. If he felt any revulsion at the idea of having to lick someone's shoe himself, he hid as well as Chloe did. "Good girl." He added, once she was back on her feet, giving her face a gentle caress. Whatever his feelings about boot-licking, it was obvious he was proud of his amazing slave.

Chloe looked completely serene despite any possible tastes of shoe leather in her mouth. Marsha's shoe had been clean, but even Mittens grimaced at the thought of sticking her tongue to it. She marveled at the sheer strength of will her sister submissive always had. She admired it deeply, but didn't think she could ever surrender as completely as Chloe did on a regular basis.

Marsha, as if suddenly remembering that she'd not come here alone, looked back and gestured for Opal to step closer. "This dumb slut is Opal, my toy." She said, throwing an arm around Opal's shoulders. "Tell Chloe how much you like her pussy, Opal."

Opal blinked a moment and then gave a goofy grin. "I really like your pussy, Chloe."

"Tell her you want to eat it out tonight."

"I...*ahem* I would love to eat it out tonight." Opal repeated, blushing a little. "If your Master lets me." She added after a moment, shooting a glance at Master.

Chloe smiled at her, as though receiving a very polite compliment. "Thank you. If Master gives his permission, I would be happy to be at your disposal for your Mistress' pleasure."

Marsha looked at Master. "I think we should make this happen later tonight. Restrain them both into position and enjoy the show."

Master considered it a moment, as if imagining the tableau. "I think that might be worth the doing. Though we should find a way to work Mittens into it as well."

Mittens bounced on her paws at the idea, grinning toothily. "I likes that idea!"

Opal blushed even brighter, looking a little nervous. "Ummm, do I get a vote in this?"

"No." Marsha said flatly. Opal's look of concern and embarrassment increased even more.

Mittens noted the slightly confused look on Krystal's face. Feeling a bit mischievous, she leaned towards her, waggling her eyebrows. "Ya want in too?" She asked teasingly.

Krystal's blush once again threatened to overwhelm her make-up. "I... um... I'm straight, r-remember?" She said awkwardly.

Opal looked back at her with a sympathetic look and sighed. "So am I."

Krystal's eyes snapped to her in complete surprise. "Wait... what?" She looked from Opal to Marsha, then back to Opal. "But, aren't you two...?"

Marsha chuckled. "We aren't a couple, if that's what you mean. Just really close friends with benefits." She hooked a thumb at Opal. "This daffy ho just needs someone to whip her."

Opal laughed and rolled her eyes. "We met because I wanted to experience bondage, but didn't know there was a whole community. I thought you had to hire out a Dominatrix if you wanted to get into it and found Marsha's ad. I didn't even realize there were male versions I could have found until later."

"Her... ad?" Krystal repeated, looking astounded by this revelation. "You... pay her?"

Marsha laughed, waving that off. "Well, not anymore. I'd really only made it 'pay to play', to keep things professional and give legitimacy to it being just me getting to scratch my sadistic itches without having to fool with 'relationships'. I actually own several retail shops around our hometown. They don't bring in the same kind of luxury James has with his real estate, but I don't really hurt for money." She gave a shrug. "Then this bitch comes along."

"She had an ad up on a peg board in the local adult bookshop." Opal said with a wistful grin. "I think it read something like 'Sadist Seeking Victims' as the title. She was looking for just a handful of clients, but the rate was pretty cheap. I figured that, since it was for pay, there wouldn't be any actual sex, so I decided it didn't matter that she was well, a 'she'." She gave a giggle. "That kind of went out the window after a while."

"Which is when I stopped charging her for my work." Marsha pointed out with a laugh. "But we still aren't in a 'relationship', not in the romantic sense. Just fuck-buddies, basically. I have a couple other people I still torment as a Dominatrix, but this goofy bitch managed to wiggle her way into my shriveled little lump of a heart, I guess."

"Are both of you straight?" Krystal asked, seeming utterly fascinated by this.

"Meh." Marsha answered with a shrug. "I was always pretty flexible sexually, really. Never thought of myself as 'gay' or 'straight' or anything else."

Mittens beamed. "Ya jus' likes who ya likes!" She said with a little nod. Marsha's take on sexuality was pretty much like her own. Neither of them really thought that deep about what column that filed them under, though Marsha called it 'being equal-opportunity slutty'. Mittens had always found that kind of hilarious.

"Marsha is the only woman I've ever felt actually comfortable having sex with." Opal said, giving her friend a look that said that 'just friends' had honestly stopped applying a long time ago, regardless of what they claimed. "Though that wasn't immediate. Somewhere along the way, we just kind of bonded."

"She's the only one you're comfortable with, but she makes you have sex with other women?" Krystal asked, but quickly flinched. "I'm not being rude asking all these questions, am I?"

Marsha gave her a smile and shook her head. "It's okay. Mittens already told us about how you're still a newbie with all this. You can ask questions, if you want."

Opal nodded agreement. "Definitely! And, to answer your question, she's made me go down on only a couple other women, ever. Always as part of a scene and that was only after it stopped being 'professional'. She doesn't want me to get too used to it." She chuckled. "And I don't honestly think of it as 'having sex' with them, just part of the play. Marsha is the only woman I have actual sex with."

"Threatening to make this dizzy slut suck on a nice peach is more about pushing her boundaries than anything else." Marsha said with a grin. "And, most of the time, the threat of it is more than enough. Every so often though..." She glanced back at Chloe, as if considering that this should, indeed, be one of those times when she carried through.

Mittens could see something churning slowly in Krystal's mind, her expression showing that meeting these two had struck a strong chord with her. She hadn't even considered, until that moment, the parallel with Marsha and Opal's relationship and the situation that Krystal had found herself in with Erin. She felt like she could practically hear her friend's thoughts.

Had Erin not shut her out, Mittens truly believed that Krystal could have found her way into accepting the prospect of a budding relationship together. Marsha and Opal might still maintain that they were only just friends, but everyone else could see that they were so much more. They loved one another, not as two women, but as two people. Labels and sexual identities be damned.

Opal might be 'straight', but she'd allowed her heart to be open. Mittens regularly saw that same openness in Krystal, could sense that a part of her wanted to have been able to accept Erin as a 'person she loved', not just as 'another girl'. It was most likely why she was trying to expand herself sexually now, trying to reduce the taboos of her own sexuality.

"We's gonna go grab tha luggage!" She announced suddenly.

Marsha, who had already migrated back over to watch Master's work on Chloe's tie, looked over. "The car's unlocked and we just need the three cases in the backseat. The black leather one might be a bit heavy though."

Mittens gave her a little salute. "We's got it!" Then reached over and grabbed Krystal's paw and began leading her out of the room. Krystal still looked a bit anxious to be walking outside wearing so little, but she didn't resist. Between the high front hedges and the lack of nearby neighbors, there really wasn't much chance anyone would actually see them. It was more the idea of it than the reality that seemed wild.

Despite the lack of anyone else around and that she was still wearing more than most vanilla girls wore around a pool, Krystal's head kept whipping one way, then the next, as they went out to Marsha's grey Lexus in the horseshoe driveway. She looked like she half expected someone to just leap out of a bush at any moment and point at her in shock.

"Nobody can see." Mittens reassured her stopping about halfway to the car. "You don't have anything to worry about. Even if someone did come out of nowhere, I'm the only one who's actually nakie." She gave a little laugh. "You're still considered 'decent', by most standards."

Krystal smiled tightly, seeming grateful for the reassurance, even if it didn't actually help that much. "Just feels kind of weird. Like I'm being... I don't know, obscene?" She frowned at her choice of words. "I guess, not 'obscene', really. That sounds kind of--"

Mittens put a paw on her arm gently, giving it a squeeze. "I get it. Really though, you're in no danger of either being seen or being in trouble if you are seen."

A crooked smile returned to Krystal's lips. "It's so not about being afraid of getting into trouble. It just feels so weird to be so... visible."

Mittens gave her a mock incredulous look. "Said the girl who's sense of fashion makes her a beacon of attention on a normal day." She giggled. "I kinda love how awesomely weird an' illogical you are. Just think of it as no different than when you's in yer day-glow neon paints an' a crazy loud shirt."

"The difference is, in that case it's the clothes that people are paying attention to, not the body in them." Krystal remarked back with a sardonic look.

Mittens returned the look. "I's purty sure people is all kinds o' aware o' that bangin' body. Even if's ya's in a parka."

There humor in Krystal's expression sobered a little. "Do... am I really that pretty?" She asked suddenly, looking uncertain. "I mean, I have big tits, sure, but I have huge thighs and a big can go with them. I mean, I know I'm not ugly, but... I mean, you and Chloe are beautiful, I'm just..."

"You are one of the most beautiful and remarkable people I've ever seen." Mittens answered her firmly, taking up both of her paws into her own. "You are pretty physically, but what makes you so spectacular is who you are as a person. How unique and completely yourself you always are. That's what I adore the most about you. I'm pretty sure that's what Erin fell in love with too."

She could see Krystal wince at the mention of Erin's name, but she took a deep breath and nodded solemnly. "I... guess so." After a moment, her expression shifted into something more quizzical. "Do you think it was easy for Opal to just... get past 'it'...? You know, to be with Marsha?"

Mittens studied her for a moment, then gave her head first a nod, then a shake. "I don't think it was something easy or hard. I doubt it was ever something she would have just 'decided to try'. It was more something that happened along the way. That's how she seems to describe it, at least." Mittens grinned. "Opal is a devout Catholic, so she was already pushing against her values just getting into the lifestyle to begin with. Allowing herself to be in love with another woman isn't just her defying her own sense of sexuality, but her religious philosophy."

Krystal blinked in surprise. "And yet, here she is, in a sexual relationship with another woman." She said, almost sounding in awe of that.

"Marsha just became someone to her that existed outside of gender or preferences or typical attractions." Mittens said with a little shrug. "Still, if it was really just that easy, they wouldn't still be pretending that all they are is 'just friends'. Anyone can tell they are far more to one another, just from spending a couple minutes with them."

Krystal nodded and grinned. "Yeah, it's kind of hard not to see that connection."

"Opal is still wrestling with what it would mean to just finally accept that she was madly in love with Marsha." Mittens said wistfully. "And that isn't even my guess or some kind of observation. Opal told me that directly when we met in Canada. A year ago. And she's still not found her way through it."

"But she's still with Marsha, at least." Krystal pointed out, looking towards the house thoughtfully. "I guess that says something all its own."

"It does." Mittens agreed, looking towards the house herself. "In all other ways, those two are together as a couple. Only semantics stands in the way, really. I think, if Opal could finally get around it, reconcile it not just with what it means for her own self ideal, but with her Catholic faith, she would cross that boundary in a heartbeat. She WANTS to cross it."

"I... I wish I could have..." Krystal mumbled.

"For Erin." Mittens completed for her, reaching up and turning her face to meet her own. "I know. For what it's worth, I think if Erin had given you the chance to, you probably would have. You obviously loved her just like Opal loves Marsha."

"I want to think so too." Krystal replied in a near whisper, her eyes misting up a little. "I wish I could go back to that moment and just grab her up and kiss her back."

Mittens pulled her into a tight hug, holding her close for a minute, neither of them saying anything at all. Finally, she stepped back, though kept a hold of Krystal to retain a connection. "It really wasn't your fault. She surprised you and you weren't ready to be forced to suddenly re-examine your own sexuality. Opal and Marsha slowly got to where they are inch by inch, over years, and Opal is still struggling with last few stumbling blocks. Erin didn't give you the chance to even process before she shut you out."

Krystal gave a wan nod. "I know. I just... sometimes I miss her so much."

"I know." Mittens said, brushing the side of her face with one fluffy paw. "That shows that it wasn't you that actually broke things. Just reacted poorly to a surprise."

"I guess it also says something that I would take that reaction back, if I could." Krystal admitted. "That I want to cross that boundary too. That I am willing to try allowing myself to just be in love with someone as... a person."

Mittens smiled warmly at her. "It does. At least, in my opinion." Her smile shifted into something flirtatious. "If ya's ever wants ta practice... I's here fer ya."

Krystal laughed, but her smile became something sincere and honest. "If there was anyone that I would feel comfortable doing so with, it would certainly be you." She said softly, squeezing Mittens' paws. "I... maybe... soon we could..." Her face blushed brightly again.

"We'll take it as it come naturally." Mittens replied soothingly. "Tonight is going to be a pretty sexually charged evening once we get into the dungeon. You might find yourself suddenly very open to experimentation. Maybe you won't, but that's okay too. Whatever you want to explore, I'll be right there being your pooka."

Krystal's smile was deeply grateful. "Thank you for being... well, you."

Mittens shot her a grin. "I doesn't knows how ta be nuttin' else."