All Aflutter Ch. 02

"Does it look warm?" Aura’s voice sparkled with innocence. "Does it look cozy, kitten?"

Ásdís gave a tiny nod.

"Yes? It looks warm? It looks nice and cozy?" Aura spoke as if to a pet, cooing condescension that made everything inside Ásdís melt into sweet icing in the hot sun. She patted her thigh. Aura was so curvy, and she looked so soft, so… so warm...

"It…" Ásdís couldn’t help but squirm. "I-It looks… warm…" She clutched her sides as a chill passed through her. She was so flustered, so embarrassed. So turned on. "But. But, um."

"Would you like a little cuddling?" Aura asked, her voice pouring over Ásdís like honey from a pitcher. "Would we like to cuddle a little, kitten?" She patted her lap again. "Just to get warm. Does that sound nice, kitten?"

"Mm." Ásdís gave a tiny nod. She was barely breathing. It was like every ‘kitten’ was Aura’s soft hand stroking her head, a long, indulgent petting, oh gods why did that sound so nice… "Y-Yes, Aura."

"Good girl!" Ásdís whined as Aura giggled. "Of course it does, kitten. You wouldn’t mind a little cuddling, would you?" She patted her thigh again, a little commanding. "You wouldn’t mind being… taken care of a little. Tended to. Pampered. Like a little kitten."

Ásdís was panting. "I-I… I…" Her brain was shorting out. The thoughts weren't connecting, and she was so flustered, and she just desperately wanted to say what she desperately needed to not say—

Aura smirked. "Speak up, kitten."

"Yes, Aura," Ásdís whimpered.

"Yes, you want to be taken care of?" Aura beamed. "You want a little cuddling in Mommy’s lap?"

Ásdís’s eyes widened. "I. I."

She nodded meekly.

Aura pouted. "Now, kitten, use your words."

Ásdís trembled. "Y-Yes, Aura," she whined.

Aura’s eyebrow arched ever-so-slightly. With the hand not in her lap, she drew a delicate line down her neck and to a breast, pulling Ásdís’s eyes down, down, down…

It was too much. Ásdís was too cold. Too needy. Too… too…

"Yes, Mommy," Ásdís mewled.

"Then come here, kitten." Aura patted her lap… and beckoned. Her luscious lips curved upwards in a seductive smile. "Come to Mommy."

Ásdís whimpered and squirmed and reluctantly struggled to her feet. Her limbs felt so weak, so helpless, and she stumbled initially before righting herself. She walked meekly around the table, staring at her feet as much out of shame as out of balance.

And to make sure her tent wasn’t too obvious. It… it wasn’t… right?

And she hesitated. Was… was she really about to…

But it was cold, she thought weakly, desperately. She just needed warmth.

Needed softness.

Needed… care…

Aura reached up and took her hand delicately in hers, like Ásdís’s hand was that of a fragile porcelain doll. The cowgirl smirked up at her. "Come now, kitten. You mustn’t keep me waiting."

Ásdís nodded dumbly and allowed herself to be pulled into Aura’s arms, as limp and pliant as a scruffed kitten, with little more than a squeak of protest.

And even those protests died on her lips as she found herself sitting meekly in Aura’s lap, staring up at Aura, and she had never felt so small.

"Isn’t that a goood kitten," Aura cooed, her hand rising up and—to Ásdís’s shock—started petting Ásdís’s hair like an adored pet.

"W-What?" Ásdís blushed brighter and hotter than a setting sun. She squirmed, trying not to moan as she felt Aura’s arms slowly, gently wrapping around her, as she realized how silky-smooth Aura’s dress was, how soft and warm this was and how cold she’d really been… "W-What, um, what are you…"

"Just observing that you’re being a good girl," Aura purred, scritching just behind Ásdís’s left antenna. Ásdís’s eyes widened, then half-closed, and she felt herself leaning into the touch without even thinking, without even wanting to think… "And good girls get headpets! And scritches!"

"I. Um." Ásdís panted. "B-But I, um, like—"

"We’re just cuddling a little bit." Aura giggled. "Doesn’t my good girl like that? Nothing wrong with a little cuddling!"

Ásdís was in hell. Ásdís was in heaven. "B-But, um, um, I mean, ye—um, well—"

"Aww." Aura’s eyes half-closed in delight. "Look at my good girl blushing~"

"Nnnn!" Ásdís ducked her head immediately, biting her lip. She squirmed, even though it seemed to achieve nothing but nestling her deeper in Aura’s embrace, making Aura’s dress slip down a little from her motions…

Then she felt those delicate fingertips under her chin, and Ásdís felt like molten goo as Aura daintily drew her upright to stare helplessly once more into those pretty, amused eyes.

"Now, now, pet," Aura cooed, fingertips grazing Ásdís’s cheek, "you mustn’t duck your head, or I won’t be able to admire my pretty kitten’s pretty blushing face!"

"Nn!" Ásdís shook her head weakly, but did not look away again. She was being pulled close into Aura’s comforting grasp, and a part of her never wanted to leave Aura’s arms.

"It’s good that you’re blushing," Aura said sweetly, booping Ásdís on the nose. "It’s nice to be a pretty, whimpering, blushy mess for Mommy, isn’t it?"

"I. um." Ásdís’s lower lip quivered.

Aura blinked big, innocent cow eyes. "Don’t you like being Mommy’s good, blushy messy girl, kitten?"

Ásdís licked her lips and squirmed.

Aura stroked up along Ásdís’s antenna. Slowly. Daintily. Almost innocently.

Ásdís squeaked and wiggled. "Yes, Mommy," she whimpered.

"I thought so," Aura purred. Her other hand—the one not petting Ásdís, the one not tickling and stroking her so-sensitive antennae—slid down to caress Ásdís’s thigh, and Ásdís’s heart started to race in sudden mortified panic as her cock twitched at the proximity alone. "Well, goodness, kitten, we’ll have to see what we can do to make you even blushier and messier, won’t we, kitten?"

"Yes, Mommy!" Ásdís’s thoughts were a frantic jumble as she struggled to think of a way to keep Aura’s hand from drifting a little to the left, and she didn’t know what else to say…

"Good kitten!" Aura seemed delighted at how quickly Ásdís assented. "Aww, such a good little subby fluttery kitten!" more headpats followed the praise, drowning Ásdís in wonderful sensation.

And Ásdís whined at the sudden rush of humiliation as she realized Aura thought she was… was… but as long as Aura didn’t notice…

"So eager to please me," Aura purred in Ásdís’s ear. "I wonder…" A finger stroked up Ásdís’s antennae as the other hand stroked Ásdís’s thigh, making Ásdís’s pathetic squirming get so intense that Aura’s grip around the mothgirl tightened a little for a moment—keeping Ásdís from falling off. "If only there was something I could do to reward her…"

"Nnnnnn!" Ásdís stared helplessly into Aura’s eyes, panting, almost drooling, as she watched out of the corner of her eye Aura’s hand sliding up and down her thigh, felt her cock twitching, pleading for release… "P-Please, Mommy…"

"Hm?" Aura blinked innocently down at her. "What is it, kitten? Do you have an idea?"

"I.i." Ásdís bucked and squirmed. "P-Please," she squeaked.

Aura smiled. "Does my little kitten want something?" she cooed, tickling under Ásdís’s chin.

Ásdís giggled. "Uh—" She barely held her agreement in, biting her lip. No, she didn’;t—she wanted not something, even though that something would feel so nice—she already felt so safe, so so safe, so horny, so submissive—

Aura caressed her cheek, and whispered very sweetly… "And how does Mommy’s good kitten ask?"

"P-Please, Mommy!" Ásdís squeaked, cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal alike, "Please, um, please can you… can you… t-touch Kitten’s, um..." No no no no no no—

"Touch Kitten’s what?" Aura asked softly. Her smile was widening in sly understanding. Her fingers ran softly along to settle in Ásdís’s lap. "Touch Kitten’s… this?"

Ásdís squeaked and mewled and squirmed and nodded.

Aura’s fingers played along the buckle of Ásdís’s belt. "Tell Mommy what you want, little Kitten."

"Yes!" Ásdís gasped, bobbing her head desperately, melting under Aura’s sly stare and into her soft embrace. "yes yes—p-please, please, touch—touch Kitten’s—I-I mean, touch my—" Aura’s eyebrow raised, and Ásdís’s pride dissolved under the cowgirl’s fingertips. "please touch Kitten’s... cock," she whimpered. Aura’s fingers started undoing the buckle, tugging Ásdís’s trousers down. "please, Mommy, please, Mommy, please please please—"

"Look at you," Aura cooed, and Ásdís’s lips parted and eyes widened to the size of saucers as she felt Aura’s delicate fingers grazing over Ásdís’s panties. "Such a good little slutty kitten for Mommy. Does Kitten like that?"

Ásdís nodded and mewled in wordless delight, squirming closer into Aura’s arms. Aura’s touch sent little volts of radiant pleasure through her whole body, even through the cloth. Her cock twitched and dribbled as Aura’s fingertips stroked along its length, and she buried her face in Aura’s shoulder to muffle her tiny cries of delight.

"My, my," Aura murmured, giggling. "What a sensitive kitten you are! But Mommy wants to see your face, pet."

Ásdís bit her lip and forced herself upright again. She trembled under Aura’s angelic smile, barely holding in her whimpers and whines as the fingers stroked up and down her captive cock.

She couldn’t refuse Aura anything. Not when it felt so good to obey. So good to be taken care of. So good to wriggle in Aura’s warm embrace like a good kitten.

"Good girl," Aura cooed, and her fingers began to stroke more attentively around the tip of Ásdís’s cock, drawing needy little whines from Ásdís’s quivering lips. "Mommy’s gooooood girl!"

Aura cradled Ásdís’s head in her hand as Ásdís’s head lolled backward, as her tongue lolled out, as she drooled and panted in helpless bliss.

"Aww, does Kitten like that?" the cowgirl sang, tickling under Ásdís’s chin.

Ásdís giggled. "Uh-huh!" She bit her lip, but just as quick her mouth was poem again and she was mewling at Aura’s tender touches, her shame and embarrassment no match for the pleasure she felt at Aura’s fingertips—no, her humiliation somehow making it even harder to resist her base urges—it just felt so good—so good to be a good girl—

"You do?" Aura cooed, and giggled as Ásdís writhed beneath her attentions. She cuddled Ásdís closer, and Ásdís felt as if she could melt as she was squeezed against Aura’s massive breasts, as Aura’s face drew nearer, that sly, angelic smile holding Ásdís utterly captive within its smug delight. "My squirmy little Kitten likes being touched?"

"Uh—" Ásdís’s tongue was lolling out, and she was painting, drooling, staring up helplessly as Aura drew nearer, her eyes helplessly drawn to Aura’s shining hazel eyes—those glistening rosy lips, so plump, half-parted in a breathy pout—

"Does that make my good girl happy?" Aura went on, beaming, as her fingers deftly stroked Ásdís’s cock through the silky fabric, drawing smaller and smaller cries from Ásdís’s gasping lips. "Or… does she want me to stop/"

"Nnnn!" Ásdís whined pathetically, staring up at Aura with helpless, pleading eyes. She gasped and bounced, bliss-glazed eyes lost on the ceiling—and on the gorgeous cowgirl descending towards her.

"No?" Aura smirked, putting a finger to the corner of her pouting lips. "Really? Do you want… more, Kitten?"

"Uh-huh!" Ásdís couldn’t help it. She was drooling, panting, mewling, a sweaty, needy hot mess as the fingers stroked over and over around her needy, desperate, sensitive… Her mind was goo as she managed, "M-Mooore!"

Aura giggled. "What a cute, adorable little slut," she cooed, as indulgently as if it were the most glowing praise imaginable. Ásdís found herself giggling back, and flushed—but couldn’t help but nod limply as Aura waited expectantly.

And when she did nod, and mumbled, "Y-Yes, Mommy," Aura’s smile was radiant as she leaned in close and kissed her.

Ásdís melted into the kiss like she was born for it. Every bone in her body seemed to vanish, replaced with molten candy, every nerve in her body turned into rosy pink sparkles, every thought in her head turned to fluffy fuzzy baby babble.

Aura’s lips were so soft. Ásdís mewled happily as those pillowy lips met hers, as she tasted Aura’s sweetness. With her head resting back, Ásdís was totally helpless to do anything but meekly accept the kiss, nothing to do but eagerly melt into Aura’s touch. She was helpless to do anything but squirm and moan.

And it felt so good.

It felt so, so good to be helpless.

Ásdís whimpered in confused arousal, wriggling against Aura’s affections. Was… was this edging? Was this what it felt like?

It felt…

Her lashes fluttered, and she drooled nakedly, brainlessly, as Aura pulled back, a thin tail of saliva connecting them for just a moment.

"How are you feeling, Kitten?" Aura asked with a voice like sweet cream.

Ásdís stared back up at Aura, her mind a swirl of pretty colors and pretty girls and soft kisses and bouncy squishy hugs. "... feel… nice…" she slurred, her voice scarcely above a mew. It was all she could think to say.

Mommy had asked her a question, after all.

And Aura beamed and patted her butt, encouraging Ásdís to wriggle even closer. "It feels nice to be a good girl," she purred. "Doesn’t it, Kitten?"

"Mm-hm!" Ásdís nodded obediently. She licked her dry lips, and felt a pang of longing. Something smelled sweet in the air. Something… something, um…

… milky. Creamy.

Her mind started to buzz.

"And you like me taking care of you," Aura cooed, stroking her hair, her antenna. Ásdís wiggled helplessly. "Don’t you, precious?"

"Umm…" Ásdís blinked up at Aura, and bit her lip. "I-I mean, um, um…" Her brain started to swirl in circles as she squirmed beneath Aura’s unbearably loving gaze, unable to escape and unable exactly to want to—unable to place exactly why she should want to.

She knew this couldn't be right. This couldn't be... normal. It was horribly humiliating. Degrading. Embarrassing.

Wonderful.

Her cheeks felt aflame as she stared into Aura's eyes and squirmed beneath Aura's petting—the headpets were almost more intoxicating than the... the edging. Was it mind control? Was she being hypnotized? It had to be magic, didn't it? What else could explain how wonderfully good she felt?

"I, well, you see..." She struggled for the words, feeling very much like a steaming kettle right now. If she didn't keep tight control, she knew she'd start 'whistling'. "I... um..."

"What is it, sweetie?" Aura pouted. "Do we want another kiss?"

"Nn!" Ásdís shook her head frantically. She couldn't take another kiss! She'd melt into... into...

"Are you sure?" Aura cooed. She caressed Ásdís's cheek, and the mothgirl felt herself pathetically leaning into the touch, mewling softly despite herself oh gods Aura's hand was so soft... "because I'll give my good girl as many as you like."

"Nn." Ásdís shook her head again, with all her remaining willpower, all her dignity. As many as you like. My good girl. No, she couldn't. She couldn't!

Aura smiled slyly, tickling beneath Ásdís's pouting lips. "Aww. Does my little one need to go to bed, then?"

Ásdís hesitated, then shook her head again. Her mind was oozing with... with milky, creamy bliss. She didn't want the touches to end. She told herself it was for her own pride—a Ranger didn't need to be put to bed, a Ranger didn't want to be carried off and tucked in and cuddled and petted into nice, dreamy empty-headed sleepy bliss...

"Really?" Aura smiled slightly, head tilting to the side. "My, my, so indecisive. So what does my pretty little one want?"

Ásdís keened softly. She didn't know!

Or. Well.

She licked her lips, shame flooding her like a desert rain.

She did know.

Her eyes fled Aura's questioning stare and settled on those breasts. Those massive, soft, positively glowing breasts, so tightly contained within Aura's dress...

"Oh?" Aura's voice dripped with condescending delight. "Does my little moth know what she wants?"

"Um." Ásdís shook her head weakly. "Nn. I-I mean..." She licked her lips. Her dry, quivering lips.

"Aren't you thirsty, though?" Aura purred. "You know I just want to take care of you, sweetie, don't you?"

Ásdís nodded weakly, trembling under the weight of the affection in Aura's voice. She knew it was true. She knew that this was... this was... good.

She shivered at the word as it flowed through her head. Good. This was good. It felt good. Aura was good.

Ásdís wanted to feel good.

Ásdís wanted to be good.

She stared at the breasts, noticing that the dress had two little... spots. Wet spots.

Aura's nipples were... were...

She felt Aura reach over with the handkerchief and wipe away a little drool from the corner of Ásdís's mouth. Ásdís flushed. "I-I, um..."

"Answer me, Kitten."

"Yes, Mommy," Aura whispered, barely hearing her own words.

"What was that?" The hands stroked Ásdís's hair lovingly, lavishing her with affection—or rather, one hand petted her head, while the other continued its lazy edging of her needy cock through her panties. "Speak up, kitten."

"Yes, Mommy!" Ásdís said more loudly, even as her voice shook with the humiliation of the words. Oh, gods, but it felt so good to say those words...

"Good girl!" Aura cooed, and Ásdís moaned at the praise without even thinking, panting as her cock twitched and throbbed with aching need. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, I—" Ásdís bit back the words, her shame overpowering her speech. She trembled on the precipice, lower lip quivering. She stared at the breasts, so smooth, so warm, so... so full...

"Is there something you want, Kitten?" Aura asked sweetly, reaching down to tilt Ásdís's chin up so Ásdís was again staring into Aura's pretty eyes, seeing that sparkle of adoring amusement that made Ásdís feel like she'd swallowed a cart of fireworks.

"Um." Ásdís panted. "um. um. um."

Aura leaned in close and kissed Ásdís on the cheek. Ásdís mewed softly.

"I'm sure I can't possibly imagine," Aura purred, giggling as Ásdís squirmed. "Goodness, what could make an experienced, seasoned Toxin Rangers make such cuuuute sounds?" She tickled under Ásdís's chin.

Ásdís giggled, then forced her mouth shut. Her shyness warred desperately for control, qas a part of her longed to melt into goo and drip, drip, drip into a deep, dark hole, to never emerge.

And the rest of her was already melted, but eager to melt in Aura's lap instead.

She wanted it. She wanted it so badly. She was so thirsty, and Mommy—and Aura was so pretty, so loving, so happy to take care of her just like a little Kitten wanted—

"p-please," she whimpered. Her cheeks were as hot as they could get. Her whole body was as hot as it could get.

"Please, what?" Aura asked sweetly, cocking her head to the side. She leaned in and planted another kiss on Ásdís's other cheek. Ásdís mewled, feeling the lingering lipstick marks on either cheek. Feeling marked. Feeling... possessed... "I'm afraid I don't understand, Kitten! WShat is it you want?"

"please!" Ásdís whined, squirming desperately. She couldn't do it, couldn't possibly beg, but... oh, gods, she could smell how milky and sweet Mommy was from here... "p-please please please..."

"You'll have to use your words, sweetie!" Aura purred, stroking around the tip of Ásdís's captive cock in little lazy circles. "Can you do that? Can you tell Mommy what Kitten needs?"

Needs. That was it. Ásdís drooled a little, feeling that word settling deep, deep, deep-deep-deep inside her, where it would never ever leave. Need. Not want. Need.