“So,” Annabelle says, over a pte of beef dip with mashed potatoes. “Tell me all about your adventures! There must be so much to share. I want to hear all about it.”

  Lavender dips her beef dip into the au jus, and takes a big, meaty bite, tasting the richness of the thin-cut eye of round. “Mmmmh. Fuck that’sh good. I, mmh, really missed this.” She swallows guiltily, realizing she’s talking with her mouth full, and runs a hand through her own soft purple hair. “... It was really nice. Mostly we traveled, looking at the world generation, and spent time together in a lot of pces. You know Marigold, she’s a very private person, but some of it she’s willing to let you know about. It was…” She tilts her head to the right slightly, trying to find the words to express a whole year at once.

  “It sort of went in phases. We started the season generator at spring — it seemed appropriate — and started out just wandering. We’d explore whole biomes; walk along the seashore and gather shells and seagss, walk through the forest and pick wildflowers. I always wished I could take some of the wildflowers I saw on the trails up in the mountains on Earth, but if I picked them they wouldn’t be there, you know? Here we can just generate more. I have a little collection of some of the best ones I came across, and I think I’m going to set a shelf aside in our room to dispy it all.”

  “Travel,” Annabelle says, “Is truly one of life’s great treasures. There’s nothing like the feeling of finding somepce beautiful for the first time.” She takes a bite of her own beef dip and swallows. “Mmh. S’good. Did you take any photos?”

  Lavender shakes her head. “No, I… felt it would cheapen it, somehow. It was supposed to be for me and Marigold, not for someone else to see and share in. Even if it was you. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “Love,” Annabelle says. “I gave you a whole year alone with Marigold, the st thing I’m going to do is feel envious. Maybe you can show me some of the pces you discovered ter?”

  Lavender nods. “I’ll have to discuss it with Marigold. But yes, I think I might.” She smiles and takes a forkful of mashed potatoes with gravy. “Mmmh. Thank you, this is really hitting the spot.”

  “You said you had beef dip as a special meal a lot back at home,” Annabelle says. “I thought it’d be good as a welcome-home gift.” She takes another bite of her own sandwich. “Mmm. Plus, I wanted to try your recipe.”

  “I’m gd you’re enjoying it,” Lavender says. “You’re right, it does remind me of home. Not all of that is good memories, but…” She shrugs and smiles. “That’s how it is.”

  “Yeah,” Annabelle says. “I feel you. So you wandered. For how long?”

  “For most of spring and summer,” Lavender says. “With some interruptions. I wanted to try chastity training, and Marigold was willing to indulge me. We had some false starts, there. But we worked it out. Ultimately I decided I didn’t want to be trained long-term, but we’ve kept the cage around - and my girl-cock around - as options for the future.”

  “Your dysphoria’s getting less bad, then?” Annabelle tilts her head. “You were adamant that you wanted your avatar to have a pussy when you came here…”

  Lavender looks away, a flush spreading up her face slowly. “Sometimes, um…” she tucks an errant strand of her purple hair back behind her right ear. “Having a dick that doesn’t get used makes me feel even more feminine than having the air-quotes ‘proper’ parts.”

  “Awwww, how cute. I see you’ve started wearing your gsses again, too.”

  “Yeah,” Lavender says, adjusting her silver-rimmed oval gsses. “I thought I’d try not wearing them, but it turns out I’ve gotten attached to them, wearing them for almost thirty years, even when I don’t actually need them to see.”

  “Yeah,” Annabelle says. “I can see how that would happen. They look cute on you.”

  Lavender blushes, fighting down a sudden image of Annabelle coming onto her face and getting her seed all over her gsses. It’s been almost a year since she’s seen her, and the need for more-vanil sex has built up in her to an eager craving over her time with Marigold.

  “Oh?” Annabelle raises an eyebrow. “You’re blushing rather hard for a cute little fox who’s just been told she’s cute. Having interesting thoughts?”

  Lavender looks away, and wordlessly sends Annabelle the mental image.

  “Oooh,” Annabelle says, a smile coming to her face. “Fun. If you’d like to do that after dinner I have zero objections.”

  Lavender rubs the back of her head. “W-we can talk about that ter,” she says. “For now let’s focus on catchup, okay?”

  “Okay,” Annabelle says, a tender note creeping into her voice. “Whatever you prefer.”

  Lavender takes a small breath. “So, for most of spring and summer we lived on the move in little pces, campsites or nooks. For the month of chastity training we settled in a little more — we picked a nice mountain dell with a beautiful view — and started to live together. After the hardcore training passed, it was… Surprisingly normal, actually, even as Marigold’s live-in sub. We’d read books or py games, do kink when we felt like it, that kind of thing. For most of fall and winter we spent most of our time indoors, but I made a skiing course after a little while and brushed off my old skills from when I was a kid. It was fun, though it wasn’t really Marigold’s thing. Mostly I’d ski when Marigold felt like she wanted personal time to work on writing, or stuff like that.”

  “It sounds like a perfectly lovely time,” Annabelle says. She takes a drink of her pop and leans back in her chair. “If you had fun and enjoyed yourselves, that’s the most important thing. That and being together, and it sounds like you did that a lot too.”

  “Yeah,” Lavender says, a smile coming to her face at the warm memories. “We really did.”

  “I’m gd,” Annabelle says. “It sounds like you two were starting to get a little tired of each other’s company after long enough though.”

  “You know how it is,” Lavender says. “Even if you love someone you need a little space sometimes. And Marigold is…” She tilts her head. “Not exactly the most easy-to-please woman on the pnet.”

  Annabelle quirks her lips up and nods. “Indeed. But she loves you deeply and devotedly, and that counts for a lot.”

  “It really does,” Lavender says. “It really does.” She ducks her head.

  “So,” Annabelle says. “Do you wanna hear what I’ve been doing for the past while?”

  Lavender ughs. “Yes, please, regale me with your saga. Surely it has been full of mystery and intrigue.”

  “Well,” Annabelle says. “I got in some alone time, which was nice — listened to music, pyed some good games, got the mob spawner and item lists working for survival style stuff — but after a few days I got kind of lonely, so I slowed myself down and started writing letters back to Earth. Citrine is perfectly lovely, and she’ll have a letter in her inbox with a nice invitation now. I also sent some advice to various people I knew, tried to help a little…” She rubs the back of her head. “I figured I could always drop back to Earth time for company if I really had to, or if I felt less desperate maybe talk to December some more about code. It was slow. I missed you. But you’re back now, and that’s what matters.” She reaches out across the table. “My Lavender.”

  Lavender reaches out and rests her hand in Annabelle’s, and squeezes. “Your Lavender.”

  “Now, then,” Annabelle says. “Get the rest of that beef dip into you and then maybe we can talk about recreating your mental image.” She waggles her eyebrows.

  Lavender ughs, then nods. “Yes, ma’am.” She grins, and gets back to eating.

  ~*~

  Ten minutes ter, Lavender finds herself kneeling at the side of the big bed in the master bedroom, wearing nothing but her cage and some purple lipstick, Annabelle sitting on the bed in front of her with a sly smile on her face, her soft cock close enough to lean in and kiss.

  Annabelle runs her hand through Lavender’s hair, and scritches behind her ears.

  “Whenever you’re ready,” she says softly.

  Lavender leans in, and hesitantly kisses Annabelle’s cock. Her instincts for feltio feel a little rusty.

  She tucks her hair back behind her ear, and starts to p gently at Annabelle’s soft cock, as if it were just a particurly big clit. Slowly, it hardens, rising from Annabelle’s crotch to full mast, bouncing with each twitch of her muscles.

  “Fuck…” Lavender rubs herself through her cage, feeling her cock strain against it, her body hot and needy and wanting satisfaction. Annabelle’s scent is intoxicating: she wants to drown in it, to serve and stay in her embrace for ever and ever.

  Leaning in, she starts to suckle at the head of Annabelle’s cock, still taking it slow. Annabelle’s hand guides her, and impressions of how good it’s feeling for her flutter through Lavender’s mind as her girlfriend shares image after image with her. Slowly, her old skills resurface, and she begins to swirl her tongue and bob her head together, drawing a heavy sigh from Annabelle.

  “Fuck,” Annabelle sighs, her fingers scritching behind Lavender’s ears. “Good girl. More.”

  Lavender gives her more, focusing harder on the sensitive underside of Annabelle’s cockhead and sucking more firmly as she grinds in her tongue. Her body stiffens and her breath comes harder as she gets into it, one hand steadying Annabelle’s cock, the other pressed hard against her cage. She’s not getting enough stimution right now to orgasm, but that’s okay. That’s just fine. She can have an orgasm once she makes Annabelle come.

  Annabelle pushes Lavender’s head down deeper, and Lavender obliges, taking her cock deeper, deeper, pressing against the entrance to her throat. She gags for a moment, then remembers to turn her gag reflex off and lets Annabelle’s cock slide deep, deep, deep into her throat.

  “Mmmmmmmmmmmmh…” Lavender moans around Annabelle’s cock, her body arching a little, and ups the suction as far as she can, swallowing hard around Annabelle’s thick, pulsing dick.

  Annabelle shudders, and slowly pulls Lavender off her cock, twitching and pulsing, her thighs trembling a little as the pleasure courses through her. A heavy ring of purple lipstick’s been left around the base of her cock. “Ahhhhh, fuck… Close…” She wraps her hand around the base of her cock and pumps, pumps, pumps, her cock poised over Lavender’s face. “Here it comes…”

  Lavender opens her mouth obediently and begs wordlessly for Annabelle’s seed, closing her eyes as she waits for the feeling of warm seed to spsh against her face.

  Annabelle lets out a sharp gasp, and a moment ter a sticky rope of seed falls across Lavender’s cheek and over the right lens of her gsses. It’s followed a moment ter by a second and third rope, leaving her face covered in hot, sticky seed. It clings to her hair and face and drips down her cheeks, making a lovely mess of her. She feels degraded and put in her pce and used and like the best kind of slut.

  Lavender lets the seed on her face fall down into her hands, and from there she presses it to her own breasts, making herself even more of a sticky mess. “Fuck…” She takes a heavy breath of the scent of seed, her cock straining even harder against its cage. “Wow… there’s so much…”

  Annabelle runs her thumb across Lavender’s cheek, and sends her the image of her from her own perspective — sticky, submissive, and utterly beautiful. The image is filled with arousal and joy and satisfaction.

  Lavender blushes and ducks her head, seed still dripping off her cheeks. “May I clean up?”

  “Yes,” Annabelle says. “But just your face for now. I want to cover the rest of you in seed too.”

  Lavender’s cheeks fre a brilliant scarlet, but she nods. “Where do you want me?”

  “On all fours on the bed,” Annabelle says. “You’ve still got another virgin hole, if I’m not mistaken.” She grins.

  Lavender’s flush spreads to her ears at that remark, but she nods, and climbs up onto the bed. Cleaning off her face, she turns to the head of the bed and presses her face against the pillows.

  Annabelle comes up behind her, and grabs a firm handful of Lavender’s hair, forcing her to arch backward. Her other hand presses her still-hard cock, lubed with her own seed, to Lavender’s virgin ass.

  “Ready?~” she asks.

  Lavender’s cock pulses in its cage. “Y-yes,” she says, on the edge of begging. “Please, Annabelle… Rail me, make me come… Fill me up with your seed and make me your personal fuckpet…”

  Annabelle giggles. “If you insist. Horny girl.” Slowly, she eases herself into Lavender’s ass, pushing in inch by inch. No need for prep here; in virtuality this is the only use for Lavender’s tight ass.

  Lavender groans as Annabelle’s cum-slicked cock slips slowly past her prostate, her cock twitching madly inside its cage. “Please,” she gasps. “Please, rail me, hard and fast, cim me, take me, make me yours —”

  Annabelle ughs, and grabs Lavender’s hip hard. “Alright,” she says. “You asked for it.”

  She starts to thrust, smooth at first, but quickly accelerates to short sharp thrusts that sp her hips against Lavender’s asscheeks. Every thrust grinds the tip of her cock back and forth across Lavender’s sensitive prostate, and Lavender finds herself quickly coming undone, an intense, coiling warmth building behind her cock that forces it to slowly drool her seed onto the bedsheets.

  “Good,” Annabelle grits out, her cock smming home, “fucking,” she pulls back, pushing Lavender’s head down against the pillows. “Girl!” She thrusts in sharp and hard again, her cock exquisitely milked by Lavender’s tight inner walls, and slows, grinding in her cock against Lavender’s prostate as she approaches the edge.

  Lavender’s completely overwhelmed: her body’s full of the sensations of her drooling little dicklet and the pounding of her prostate. “Yes,” she whimpers. “Fuck, yes, yes, Anna, yes!”

  Anna draws her cock back one st time, then plunges in, her hips spping against Lavender’s ass, and unloads deep inside her, creampieing Lavender for the second time this week as she comes across her prostate, spurt after spurt of creamy hot seed filling her up.

  “Avie…” Anna flops forward and presses in atop Lavender, her tension spent. She kisses Lavender’s shoulder in a vacant haze as all her muscles rex again.

  Lavender lets out one final splurt of seed through her cage, then lies still, her body completely overwhelmed. “Anna…” She shivers and clenches her toes, still feeling Anna’s cock deep inside her.

  “Ahhhh…” Anna pulls out, and cleans away the mess with a quick menu selection, then pulls Lavender hard into her arms and kisses her. “Good girl. Good, good girl. Taking my cock so beautifully…”

  Lavender flushes, but nestles closer into Annabelle’s arms. “Okay…” she says, her voice unsteady. “Can we cuddle?”

  “Of course we can,” Annabelle says. “Of course we can.”