Sigma AU Short Story - Break, Set

Red sat on the edge of her bed, playing with her dark crimson hair, doing nothing in particular. Zoey stood in the corner by the door, playing an idle game on her smartphone.

Red looked at Zoey, then brought her eyes back down. Her eyes changed color with her mood, flickering between want and guilt, fighting with her own desire and her traumas.

"Hey...Zoey?" Red asked, her voice wavering.

"What's up?" Zoey said, looking up from her phone.

"Do...Do you ever like...Want to do something...but you're scared of it at the same time? Like you really, really want something but you're afraid you'll fuck it up? Scared you'll hurt yourself and never want to try again?" Red's voice was uneven, obviously afraid, but she pushed through.

Zoey looked away for a moment, not out of shame, but simply thinking without eye contact. She then looked back to Red with an answer.

"Yeah, there's been situations where I've made decisions I was sure would end in disaster but...turned out fine. Or even ended up working out great. Why do you ask?" Zoey pretended to be clueless, but knew exactly what Red was after.

Red continued, "Well...ever since you...saw all of me...and since we...you know...did a bit more than cuddle...I've been wanting to..."

Her voice trailed off, unsure of what to say next without simply being explicit about it.

Zoey picked up without missing a beat. "I know, Red. I know what it's like to want something, someone, and still be afraid of messing up. If you want it, I'm here. Just say the word."

Red fidgeted for a few moments, her eyes darting around, completely avoiding eye contact with Zoey.

"Zo...I...I want to try...but...I also want to know that you'll stop if I say so, if I need you to, and if I can't say so, that you'll pick up on it. I need to know. I need to know that you are safe."

"I'm picking up what you're putting down, Red. I might be a brutish vulpine monster, but nobody has really allowed me to expose how gentle I can be. I wouldn't be here, I wouldn't have stayed, I wouldn't protect you if I didn't think you'd trust me. Give me a word, give me an action, and we'll use that. Okay?"

Red kept fidgeting with her own hands, staring down at nothing in particular.

"Zoey...this is serious. This isn't a fantasy...I need to know you'll stop when I say so. That you'll stop when I motion so if I can't speak. This isn't a theatric, this isn't me 'coming forward' with some strange desire. It's...my first real time. Wanting it. Not having it forced on me."

Zoey let out a long breath she had been holding, not out of frustration but out of understanding.

"Red, I've experienced exactly what you have. Many times over. I promise, with every ounce of my soul. I will protect you, keep you safe, and honor every piece of consent you trust me with. And if you don't trust that, just tell me and we can leave it be."

Red flopped over on her back, staring at the bare concrete ceiling of her subterranean apartment.

"It's not...Not that I don't consciously trust you, Zoey. It's my body that doesn't. I need you to be...gentle. Careful. Respectful. I need to feel in my bones that if I say stop, you'll stop."

The fox looked at Red, not expecting eye contact but trying anyways. "I know promises don't comfort a damaged soul, Red. I can't promise anything that you won't have to trust yourself. This is your decision to make, and mine to respect. If you trust me enough, then I will honor that. And if you don't, you can pull back, leave, tell me to go. And I will respect every wish. Okay?"

Red's eyes darted around the room as her head looked to the right at her kitchenette, trying to find something to focus on but failing. There was a long moment of silence before she spoke again.

"Alright." And that was all she said. She left it there, unsure of what to expect. Zoey stayed in the corner by the door, looking at Red expectantly.

Red panicked for a moment before realizing she was the one in control for the first time.

"Come over here, please." She said, half worrying she'd already messed up.

Zoey took her jacket off and set both it and her phone on a wooden crate next to her. She walked over to Red.

"Is it OK if I sit next to you?" Zoey asked. Red nodded, and Zoey sat at the edge of the bed, her immense weight causing a dip that inadvertently moved Red closer to her.

Red sat up and wrapped herself around Zoey from behind, her legs wrapped around her waist and her arms around her shoulders in a full body hug.

Zoey wanted to say something, but kept her mouth shut. She knew better. This was Red being affectionate, a snide comment would only ruin the moment. They sat like that for a while, Red clinging to Zoey's back, her head nuzzled into Zoey's shoulder with her eyes closed, simply enjoying the moment. Zoey stayed still until Red let go, moving to sit cross legged at the head of the bed just in front of the pillows.

Red moved and sat in front of Zoey closer to the headboard, took off her shirt, and awkwardly stripped off her leather pants. What was left was a lavender colored set of undergarments, as if she had prepared for this very thing.

"Lavender bra and panties? You're very sweet," Zoey remarked, her tone soft and caring.

"I...I didn't know if you'd care or not," Red said tentatively. "I just know you like the color."

"Do you want me to take my clothes off too?" Zoey asked.

"Yes, please." 

Zoey slowly and intentionally pulled her black shirt off over her head, stood up off the bed and pulled her black cargo pants down. What remained was a full view of Zoey's body - heavily scarred, muscular, thick thighs, six pack abs, and the disfigured, raw flesh where her prosthetic arms socketed into the artificial shoulder joint met the rest of her body. It wasn't pretty. It wasn't glorious. But Zoey didn't hide any of it. She acted like it wasn't event here.

Red stayed silent, although her wide eyes betrayed her thoughts.

"Say what you want," Zoey said plainly. "I've heard it all before. Even from Etrius."

Red stuttered for a moment, eyes shifting colors between guilt, amazement, and self hate.

"N-No...I...I...You're...I just...You're...I want to...Can I feel...? Your...?" Red struggled every moment of the way through her words at the view of Zoey fully visible, her massive frame hiding nothing. "What...How big...?"

Zoey immediately understood what Red was asking depsite her difficulty. 

"75T,  yes it's custom made. Not exactly a common size." She sat down next to Red near the headboard, the bed dipping once again. "If you want to touch, you have permission. Please don't worry." Zoey sat back down on the bed, cross legged, in front of Red.

Red slowly, cautiously reached up and put one hand on the top of Zoey's right breast, the absolute warmth of it radiating to her before contact was even made. It was soft, with short white fur. 

Zoey pulled her bra straps off of her shoulders and pulled the whole garment down, exposing both of her breasts for Red.

"I...They're..."

"Go ahead. They're yours to explore," Zoey said. "Do what you like."

Red slowly cupped Zoey's proportionally enormous breasts with both of her hands, feeling the weight of each, unsure where to start. She decided to place her thumb on each black nipple, pushing the small tuft of fur that covered each away. Zoey drew in a breath at the contact, not entirely aroused but certainly stimulated by the contact.

As Red moved her thumb in circles, she could feel a part of herself stirring. The anxiety had prevented it, but now that intimate contact had been established, it was almost like her body was given permission to do what it liked. She ignored it, hoping that she could control the exposure until it was necessary.

"May I kiss you?" Zoey asked, the question posited in the most respectful way she could.

Red looked her directly in the eyes and nodded, and Zoey immediately leaned down. Their lips met softly, gently, but quickly it escalated to tongues touching, exploring, and soft, almost imperceptible moans from Red.

After a long moment, Red pulled back, and resumed eye contact with Zoey while holding her breasts.

"Can...Can I take my...Off?"

"Of course you can." Zoey responded. Red pulled her hands away, and while she undid her own bra hooks, Zoey undid hers from her waist and they both tossed their bras away in imperfect, staggered unison.

Red simply hugged Zoey, her head resting on one of Zoey's breasts, feeling the intimate softness and warmth.

Zoey stayed silent, wrapping her prosthetics gently around Red in a soft embrace until Red let go.

Red abruptly stood from the bed. She pulled her lavender panties down, fully exposing the fortune-cookie shaped labia that was already swollen with desire.

She stared directly at Zoey, their eyes meeting in understanding. Red finally let conscious control go, and her pseudopenis slowly emerged from the engorged folds. 

Zoey didn't change where she was looking, understanding that Red was always self conscious about this part of herself.

Red then sat on the left side of the bed, her pseudopenis fully erect. It was almost as long as Etrius's, which was saying something considering the height difference.

"I want...You to..." She couldn't finish the sentence. Inhibition and fear was getting the better of her.

"We can slow down," Zoey said comfortingly. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for."

Red turned her head towards Zoey at the head of the bed. "No. I...want...you...to...sit...on...it," she forced.

Zoey slowly stood, ensuring that Red could watch her and determine every potential action.

"I'm very heavy," Zoey said. "Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes." The answer from Red was final, absolute, and certain. "Turn around," she said to Zoey, taking her glasses off and setting them aside. 

Zoey happily obliged, spinning a half circle and presenting her hindquarters directly to Red. Her supple black sphincter, swollen from constant use with Etrius, was plainly visible. Red seemed to be emboldened by its presence.

She grabbed Zoey's huge ass, her muscular glutes jiggling slightly from the sudden movement. Red spread the cheeks a bit,  fully exposing the black flesh between. Zoey huffed a little in expectation.

Red stared for a moment, before closing her eyes, moving her head forward, and licking Zoey's rim.

Zoey moaned, in the way that one would unexpectedly.

"Fuck," she managed.

Red pulled back immediately. "Did I fuck up? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please tell me if I fucked up."

"No, Red, sweetie. Please keep going!"

Red slowly put her face back in between Zoey's asscheeks and licked ferverously, wetting Zoey's rim with her hyena saliva. Wet noises began to permate Red's apartment unit as she became bolder and more aggressive, finally shoving her tongue fully into Zoey's hole.

Zoey moaned loudly. Almost too loudly. A good sign, at least to Red. She began to push and gyrate her hips against Red's face.

Red pushed her face tighter against Zoey's ass, nearly engulfed by her huge glutes. Zoey didn't taste dirty. She didn't taste like a deliberate cleanout, either. She just tasted like...soft, warm, comforting flesh. 

She tasted like safety.

After a moment, Red pulled back, her pseudopenis finally fully erect beyond her control.

"Please," she said.

Zoey didn't need elaboration. She gently pushed herself against Red's shaft, guiding it with a prosthetic hand towards the hole that was just being licked relentlessly. Red's saliva was more than enough lubrication, and it almost slid right in with minimal effort.

Zoey let her weight down slightly, and Red's head finally popped into Zoey's asshole with a satisfying stretch.

"Holy fuck," Red exclaimed.

"Are you okay?" Zoey asked concerningly.

"Yes...keep going," Red moaned. 

Zoey wasted no time, slowly lowering herself over Red, her broad backside fully eclipsing Red's field of view. Slowly but surely, she finally fit Red's full length into herself, and held it there for a moment.

"How do you feel?" She asked, turning her head and twisting her upper body to look at Red. 

Red moved, grabbing Zoey's hips in both hands. "Don't stop," She said.

"Alright, nice and slow at first. Let me know if and when you want to stop and I will stop immediately." Zoey reassured her. 

Zoey began to slowly work herself up and down on Red, their height difference making it a menial task. All she needed to do was rotate her hips forward and backwards, and physics did the rest.

Red was speechless, staring at Zoey's gigantic ass slowly bouncing on her pseudopenis, the muscular cheeks jiggling slightly with each motion. Her eyes turned a color she rarely allowed them to be: a deep, garnet red, filled with lust. 

Zoey was fondling one of her own breasts with one hand and stimulating her clits with the other, and continued bouncing for a moment longer before increasing her speed and depth. She could feel the length and smoothness of Red's shaft, completely unlike Etrius's textured, spined cock, but the sensation wasn't different in a bad way. It was softer, more intimate. While Zoey and Etrius usually engaged in rough, disrespectful sex, she could already tell that the time spent with Red was going to be full of closeness and intimacy - something she admitted to herself she was afraid of almost as much as Red was.

As slick dripped down from Zoey's twin folds onto Red's lap, Red began to pant, her hands gripping Zoey's hips a bit tighter. 

"Hey...can...I lay back...?" She managed between pants.

"Of course, sweetheart," Zoey said, slowly pushing herself back while Red maneuvered herself so her legs hung off the side of the bed as she lay down.

This gave Zoey ample opportunity to test her full weight on Red and whether the new bed they just bought could really handle both of them.

"Red, I'm going to put all of my weight on you, okay? Let me know if I am too heavy." She said, a slight tone of concern in the otherwise calm and caring note.

A loud moan escaped from Red's mouth, signalling the go-ahead. With that, Zoey slowly lowered herself all the way onto Red's shaft, feeling it penetrate deeper into her. It was softer than Etrius's, in a way, slightly snaking around the corner of her rectum rather than pushing into it.

"Hahhh, ahh, fuck, hooh, woah," Red moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the bed with a strength Zoey never really got to saw.

"Are you okay down there? We can stop at any time, sweetheart."

"N-no...I...minute..."

Zoey turned to look at Red, their eyes meeting. Red's crimson eyes told everything - she was lost in a sea of bliss, with Zoey being the only one guiding her through uncharted waters.

The bed itself sagged, but Zoey's powerful legs prevented the two of them from slipping down.

"Okay," Red said after a moment, her head lulling to one side. "Keep going. I'm...I'm sure..."

Zoey restarted her bouncing, slowly at first, feeling the head of Red's pseudopenis turn the corner of her insides with each of her upward thrusts. Red herself began to feed into the rhythm with what control she had, the spring of the mattress aiding her more than her own muscles.

The rubbing of the head against that corner inside Zoey was clearly doing something to Red that Zoey had never observed in a partner before, so she kept quiet and gentle. If Red slipped past and her head stayed in the lower part of her hole, Zoey didn't force it back in until Red thrust herself deep enough for it to curve again.

"Okay...Slowdownplease," Red said.

Zoey immediately slowed her pace mid thrust.

"What do you need? Do you want to stop?" She said concerningly.

"No," Red huffed. "My hips hurt from your weight. I want to...try..." She trailed off, actually unsure of what she wanted next. Silence hung in the air for a moment before Zoey was sure she could speak.

"We can stop here," she said. We don't need to finish tonight. It's about the journey, not the end."

"No!" Red said, louder than intended, the garnet color gone from her eyes, replaced with a jade green. "That isn't what I want. Get off me, please."

Zoey slowly and carefully removed herself from Red's shaft, which had already started to go flaccid. She sat on the edge of the bed, her torso turned towards red.

"What's wrong?" Zoey prompted.

"Nothing is wrong, so to speak," Red said. "But the constant reassurance, the constant asking if I'm okay...it's actually killing the mood more than I thought. You're clearly a lot more experienced with this than I had...originally assumed. I thought you were going to just...go feral and hurt me. And it's not like I wanted to think that, to be clear." 

Red's voice wavered, holding back guilt and emotion.

"I've just been...Hurt so much I thought I needed clearer communication and to feel like I could trust you. But it just ruined the special moments for me." She finished speaking, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

"Red," Zoey started.

"No, stop," Red interjected. "Don't talk. Just lay here with me, okay? Keep me safe from myself tonight."

With those specific words, Zoey knew exactly what to do. She stood for a moment, turned off the lamp in the corner, and laid on the bed behind red, curling around her. She wrapped her arms around her, moved her upper leg around her, as if cuddling a stuffed animal, fully enveloping Red with herself. 

She let her warmth seep into the cold, aching cracks in Red's soul, the ones that had been hurt decades ago. Red nuzzled her neck backwards between Zoey's breasts, using the one resting on the bed as a pillow.

"You are safe," Zoey reminded her. "You are loved. You are protected."

Red sobbed and sniffled, shaking, but Zoey held her firm and anchored.

"I...I am safe...I...I'm loved...I am...protected..." Red choked between sobs.

Zoey knew the experience would be too much for Red, but nothing she would have said could have changed her mind. Red wanted this, and she had to experience the break again before she could heal, like setting a badly healed bone right.

As the night grew long, clouds formed in the world outside, but it didn't matter. The rain that came was more important, silencing the world outside, and silencing the world inside Red's mind just enough to allow her to drift off to sleep.

Zoey followed shortly after, silently repeating the mantra to herself.