Pawns but not puppies

Jesse lay in the soft darkness of Suzy’s bed. The sweet smell of that other sissy’s breaths brushing lightly against his lips. Down below, what in others might be considered their manhoods, were touching… just slightly. Resting against each other in a gentle companionship that just simmered on the edge of pure excitement. The visitor didn’t think he’d ever felt so full and empty before. So exhaustedly tired and wide awake at the same time. Every place his skin even came near to resting against the other naked femboy, he half-imagined he felt sparks leaping across that gap. Pulling on him with the insistent urge to just rub ever hypersensitive inch of himself against his dear friend’s body. While, at the back… and in his core… he could still feel the hollow where that penis had pulled itself free of him. Could still feel the trickling remains of its final, surging moments inside of him.

He almost wanted to ask for it to happen again, already. Just to fill that sense of sudden emptiness he had… but, at the same time: this feeling of hovering beneath the duvet. This trembling aftermath joined by just the slightest connections. It seemed important too. A period of quiet cooling off that they both very much needed. So, instead he just asked, in soft, subtle whispers:

“Are you still awake?”

The reply came in a brush of lips and a probing tongue, because what else was there. They kissed lightly this time, with none of the delving desperation of earlier attempts. Simply sliding their tongues inside each other with all the surety that one mouth was as good as the other. Still, that too, would break the moment… if left to go on to long. So instead, he broke it off and asked the first question that filled the darkness.

“D-do you ever wish, that you’d been born as someone else?”

Suzy’s eyes glinted in the moonlight. Holding him in an open glance of insecure judgement and searching trust. He was not someone used to sharing secret thoughts with anyone. Perhaps this was even the teen femboy’s first ever chance to lie in the private warmth of a loved one’s company, while listened to only by the night’s protective shroud. He faltered, for a second… but clearly wanted to make such a bridge of connection, more than anything.

"You mean like, as an actual master? Or one of the lower classes of sluts?"

"...Or someone outside all this completely. Far away. Or back in time…" Jesse's quietly mumbled additions seemed to genuinely catch Suzy by surprise, as if confirming the other sissy had never even considered such fantasies existed. He paused for a moment, giving the honest question the time and consideration its asker deserved.

"I sometimes… wonder what it must be like for the dog-twins. To live out your life as just an animal, doing whatever you feel like. Free from all the… complications of being a proper person. They don't really have to worry about learning how to please their masters, or how to navigate the politics of fancy parties. They just eat, fuck and run around. If they do something wrong, someone will make sure they know, right then and there. It's all so simple… I… I understand the appeal."

The femboy rolled away from Jesse, breaking that crossed connection of their genitalia. Staring up at the ceiling to process his thoughts. His naked companion almost regretted asking the question, if it meant losing even a second of that warmth and closeness.

“But then I think about what that means giving up… What that takes away from you as a person. Even one whose whole purpose is to make other people feel good. I like being Daddy’s clever, little fucktoy. It makes me smile just thinking about creeping into his bed and cheekily cheering him up after a long, hard day at work. I like plotting and scheming the finest details about how I’m next going to tease and excite him. I like the way it gets my heart racing to never be sure if he’s going to approve or not. If I’ve pushed something to far, and will end up getting punished for it… I even... like being punished… sometimes…”

Suzy’s smile shone through the darkness, aimed at nowhere in particular, but encompassing Jesse all the same. The boy from Home 23, naked and far from his own bed… could see the good his presence was doing his large-breasted friend. Lifting weight off that ample chest, through only the provision of a sympathetic ear. The other sissy was more and more seeming like a guiding light toward finding his own happiness… yet he still couldn’t quite find such secure footing within himself. He could also like all those things, he was sure and sure and sure… but something else ate away at him. An emptiness like the one still left after Suzy’s cock had slipped free.