Picnic

"I brought Cake~" I sang as I barged into Carolyn's lab.

Carolyn seemed startled, but she held a hand over her chest and gave a weary smile. "Hey baby, Oh! You're wearing the dress! It's just as cute as I imagined. What's the occasion?"

I did a small twirl to flare out the bottom. "I have a date with Deyha tonight, but Ellen mostly gave it to me to go out to lunch."

"Awww, that's sweet. I don't have much time but where are we going?"

"Oh." I sucked in a breath through my teeth. "That was a little while ago. Ellen and Rose ended up dragging me out to lunch after all."

"Rose?"

"Ah, the individual formerly known as 'Max'." I held up the slice of cake. "She threw a tiny reveal party for the new name."

Carolyn accepted the slice and cocked her head to the side. "Rats."

"Not the flavor you wanted? I can go grab from the vanilla half--"

"No," she pointed at the frosted letters. "It says 'rats'."

"Oh! Yeah, the cake was decorated with a bunch of miscellaneous flowers with the text 'congrats Rose'. I guess you got the rats slice."

"You didn't do that on purpose?"

"It may have been a teensy bit intentional. Because snakes eat rats and such."

Carolyn grinned at me, showing her teeth. "But Dragons tend to have larger prey. Sheep for instance. Or Cows."

"Okay, okay. Point made." I handed her the waxed paper container. "Deyha picked out lunch for you."

"MMmmm delightful." She pulled the top open and the aroma of tomatoes and garlic wafted out.

"Can't you always have spaghetti?"

Carolyn scoffed. "I'm going to pretend that didn't wound me. Bolognese contains meat, dear."

"Mmm. My mistake." I pulled up a chair and scooted close so that our hips touched. "I promise not to steal a bite when you look the other way."

"Eh." Carolyn shrugged. "I don't really buy into the whole diet control making a difference. Like, if people are going to be that precious about ethical consumption they should be dismantling capitalism. Our milk is still being delivered by essential workers who are absolutely not being paid a comfortable wage because hiring couriers exclusively to deliver our milk would burn so much more fuel and be wasteful in other ways. Its all fucked." she trailed off and took a deep breath. "Anyways. Try some if you want. I won't tell Deyha."

"But she's your wife!"

"And she's your owner, but I will get my jollies regardless of whether you are a good or bad pet."

"I'm a good pet." I grumbled.

"Mhmm. mhmm. But I'm not a good master."

"Should you really be saying--"

"I don't give a fuck." Carolyn chirped but sighed when she looked me in the eye. "Sorry, I do give a bit of a fuck. Does that language upset you?"

"Well, not me personally…" I trailed off.

"Okay, I mean, obviously I won't toss the word around with just anybody watching, but when I say it to you does it excite or unsettle?"

"I… Uh…"

"You can't have it both ways." Carolyn's tone slipped toward teasing. "Besides, I think you'll find that calling sapient life forms pets with owners really isn't all that much better than slaves with masters.

"Fine! Fine… I guess personally, when referring to our relationship specifically… I do enjoy thinking of you as my master."

"I thought so." Carolyn smirked and stabbed her fork into her pasta, spearing a few pieces.

She exaggerated delight, pausing to smell the mouthful before putting it on her tongue and chewing very slowly.

"Does this mean…" She paused to swallow. "That I can't kiss you for half an hour? Just to avoid contamination?"

"I doubt it." I grumbled and folded my arms. "I certainly have no intention of abstaining."

"Mmm. Good girl." She took another bite, chewing normally now. "You, know… I've thought of a fun new predicament to subject you to."

"Uh huh." I put on a bored tone, partly because I knew her games were pretty harmless, partly to hide the instinctive fear I felt whenever Carolyn's sadism flared.

"I'll give you two options." She speared a new red glob and held up the fork. "Eat this, or eat me."

"Eat… you?"

Carolyn rolled her eyes. "Eat me out, I was trying for some wordplay- you know? Forget it. I'll spell it out. I want you to either disobey Deyha by violating your diet, or disobey her by engaging in behaviors that put the clinic at risk."

"There's no third choice?"

"Only bad girls need a third choice. You aren't a bad girl are you?" Carolyn waved the fork.

"It's not much of a choice." I got up and moved the chair I had been using back where I found it. "Well? Which desk am I hiding under for this fantasy of yours?"

"Of mine?" Carolyn chuckled. "You make it sound as if I'm the only one who gets anything out of this."

I narrowed my eyes.

"If you really don't want to, I'd never genuinely coerce you into--"

"I want to. I don't know which is more cruel; the goddamn choice in the first place, or forcing me to confirm that I'm not being coerced."

"Wait, does that mean I coerced you into saying you weren't coerced? Does that cancel out?"

"Carolyn…"

"Sorry, sorry," She held up her hands and scooted her chair back from the computer desk. "Let's go to my office." She closed up her takeout box, stacked her plate with cake on top, and led the way out of the lab.

I fell in step behind her. "I guess I'm glad you're taking a break."

Carolyn beamed at me. "Right? You're such a good influence on me, helping me take breaks, and caring for my needs so attentively~"

"Sarcasm?"

"Mmmm, not really. It's true, even if I said it in a sarcastic tone."

"Nobody on this god forsaken farm knows how to use sarcasm correctly." I followed Carolyn into her office.

"Welcome, welcome. As you can see, I've made some renovations."

"Thats an oversized dog bed." I pointed at the fluffy new addition to the room.

Carolyn set her food down and gazed at it. "It's your oversized dog bed. So that you can come snuggle up and emotionally support me while I am working."

"What happened to limiting my access for tax dollar reasons?"

She shrugged and pulled out her chair. She grunted as she hauled the pad to the desk and kicked it into place.

"I'll get you one of those fake service animal vests."

"Genuinely, please don't."

"Fine, fine." Carolyn emptied her pockets, dumping everything but her phone in a little dish on the corner of her desk. "Huh… I missed a few text messages from you."

"Now you're noticing that?"

She shrugged. "I was focused. In my defense I entrusted you to interrupt me for lunch but someone didn't show up when she promised."

"I texted!" I waved my hands.

Carolyn stepped around the desk and pulled me into a hug. I resisted a little at first, probably from the defensive instincts for her accusation, but she made soft shushing sounds as she patted my head.

Intuitively I knew it was patronizing and yet another way she was teasing me, but it was also genuine affection and it was hard to hate that.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm going a little overboard on the bullying today."

"So that wasn't intentional foreplay?" I mumbled into her chest as she scratched softly at my scalp.

"No. I don't have to be a mind reader to know that I was hitting too close to the scary spots with those jabs."

"Scary spots?"

"I don't know what to call it. I don't like just calling them insecurities but…"

"Yeah, I get what you mean. It's not as fun when it's so close to something I actually feel bad about."

"You don't make it easy, you know. It's hard to tell sometimes when you're acting upset for the bit or are actually upset. And it doesn't help when that reaction is presented to me as a reward…"

"I think it's okay if you terrorize me a little. As a treat. It's probably therapeutic in some fucked up way."

"Mmmm I don't think so." Carolyn kissed the top of my head and then pulled back far enough to lift my chin. "Besides, toys like you are to be cared for too. It reflects very poorly on me if I just extract everything I can from you without putting in any of the care and effort to keep you happy as well."

"I'll take your word for it."

Carolyn huffed a laugh and shook her head. "Good girl, I guess. So what do you want to do now?"

"I kinda want to twist your little fantasy a bit."

"Oh? How so?"

"I want to hear you try and keep a straight face and convince Deyha we aren't fucking in the clinic while I eat you out."

Carolyn narrowed her eyes. "You know I don't tend to lose these sorts of games."

I did my best to smirk back up at her. "But the beauty of this game will be that no matter who loses, as far as Deyha is concerned it's your fault."

"Oh ho ho, so now you are going to convince her I put you up to this?"

"I mean… you did."

Carolyn squinted further. "Have it your way, then." She stepped back and gestured at the desk. "Get comfortable, pet."

I took my time easing myself down under the desk. There wasn't much room but with enough rearranging I was able to back into the space and sit in such a way that I wouldn't cut off circulation to my legs while still being able to lean forward enough to reach.

I watched as Carolyn's pants and panties fell and she laid them out over her chair like a sort of cushion protector before sitting down.

It was hard not to appreciate her legs now that they were the only thing I could see. So perfectly scaled-- shimmering even-- from the care she went to keep the snake-like skin so shiny and smooth.

"What am I telling Deyha?" she leaned down to peer under the desk at me.

"I don't know. Thank her for lunch I guess and then bullshit up some reason to come chat. Do you two never just hang out?"

Carolyn rolled her chair toward me, trapping me under the desk. "Of course we do, but it's either at a regular time or spontaneously because we were in the same place. Generally not from a text of 'hey, come hang out' unless there's an adorable little cow that needs to be double teamed."

"You're smart." I ran my hands over Carolyn's thighs. "You'll figure something out."

I heard a grumble from above but she scooted a little further forward in her seat. I imagined she had to slouch quite a bit for me to be able to reach anything comfortably and I saw her adjust the seat back to recline somewhat.

When I leaned in further I could see up past the edge of the desk where she was not-so-subtly taking a photo of me with her phone. I stuck out my tongue at her before electing to ignore her shenanigans. It was all mind games for her after all.

She sighed heavily and let her head fall back as I took a long lick.

I'd braced myself for possible unpleasant flavors due to her having been working all day, but I found the skin tasted the same as anywhere else.

I'd determined, somewhat scientifically, that Carolyn didn't care much for penetration unless there was something Deyha-sized going on, so I kept my attention on the surface. The second problem with this game was that I wasn't capable of stimulating her beyond what she allowed.

A while back she'd told me that cumming from being touched tended to require a bit of focus and mindfulness on her part, which also implied that she probably wouldn't find it hard to ignore my attention for the sake of this game. The trick would be to make her want to lose.

I hummed and held her hips, lifting her thighs up with my shoulder so that she had to cross her ankles behind my back just to maintain some stability on the precarious rolling chair.

However, I also had to assume that the core workout of keeping her balance wouldn't be very easy to relax for, so I sat back and took a moment to lock up the caster wheels of her chair. Now that the chair wasn't free to roll around, I felt her thighs relax. Whenever I looked up she didn't seem very affected, calmly fiddling with her phone or cradling the takeout box on her chest to eat some lunch, but she was breathing awfully heavy through her nose.

It was to be a marathon then. I scooted further forward and corrected my posture as well as I could manage. It wasn't comfy to have my stubby little horns bump the desk top but with my back and neck mostly straight it was much more comfortable to lick and kiss. I eased up on pressure, using light touches that I knew wouldn't work her up as much. Maybe she would think I was tiring out already, or maybe she would know that I was playing the long game too now. Either way, she didn't comment.

I let my eyes close and relaxed into my task. Focusing on the soft warmth on my cheeks and feeling of closeness as I was given free reign to service her as I pleased. I hummed appreciatively as she occasionally reached down to run her fingers through my hair or briefly press me closer by holding the back of my head.

I was enjoying myself so much that when the door opened behind me I was genuinely surprised and briefly terrified to have company. My horns knocked on the table again and Carolyn's thighs tightened around me as I focused on being quiet.

"Hey Lynn." I heard a chair drag on the carpet as Deyha pulled a chair up opposite of the desk. "How's the bolognese? Good as you remembered?"

"It's perfect. Thanks again for having it delivered."

"No problem. You heard about Rose?"

"Indeed." Carolyn's thighs squeezed again. "Maddie filled me in on that little update and brought along a bit of the cake as well."

"Thats good. Do you know where she went?"

"Mmm no, but I'm sure she will come again later."

"Undoubtedly, given she left her bag here."

I heard a familiar rustling and jingling of my bag being picked up. I half expected Carolyn to reach down and flick my ear or something for the slip but she only hummed acknowledgement.

"Whats this?" Deyha murmured and her chair creaked. "Huh. She had a sandwich stashed in here. Looks like half of Ellen's lunch. Naughty naughty."

"Oh my~" Carolyn adopted the same conspiratorial tone. "After all she said about how seriously she takes the dietary restrictions, that's a pretty serious piece of contraband."

"She said that?"

"Mhmm." Carolyn's hand rested on my head again and she pulled me to her. I'd completely forgotten my task as the two had been talking, but I set about licking again, more quietly now as Carolyn continued to hold my head in place. "I offered her some bolognese, even promised not to tell you, but she outright refused."

I rolled my eyes at this fabrication. The idea that it was an 'offer' was rich, but it occurred to me that I was pretty perfectly positioned for my revenge. I braced against the chair and pressed close, forcing my tongue deeper between her folds and seeking out her entrance. I was immediately rewarded with a tightening of her legs on my shoulders and nails digging into my scalp briefly before she released her hand entirely.

Deyha spoke from behind me. "I suppose I should give her the benefit of the doubt then. Regardless, I doubt she will be eating this. It would be a shame to waste it." Paper rustled and the chair creaked again. I was startled by a thump on the desk behind me but I managed not to knock my horns over it.

"I dare-- say she's eaten her fill." Carolyn's voice hitched as I shifted my attention to her clit. I imagined her death-gripping the desk above me as I held the tops of her thighs again. I dug my fingers in and pulled her closer.

It was hard to do this quietly. I wanted to suck and use a bit more vigorous motion on her, but I couldn't risk Deyha hearing a raspberry noise. This wasn't really going to be my victory unless it was something Carolyn did that clued Deyha in on our activities.

"So have you had any luck convincing her to indulge in your little work-place fantasy?" Deyha's tone was coy.

"Mhmmᵐᵐ!" Carolyn seemed to be having a more difficult time than I expected. "She reacted very positively to the pet bed, and as you know she's such a hopeless sub that convincing her to do anything is child's play."

The chair creaked behind me again. "Where is the pet bed anyways?"

"I already moved it under the desk. Maybe I'll have her indulge me when she gets back. I'm pretty sure the only thing slowing her down is your insistence on no sex in the clinic."

"True, true." Deyha sounded like she was speaking through a mouthful of sandwich. "But that was mostly because of Maddie's noise levels, so provided you don't lose your head over a little bit of licking it should be fine."

"You know me." Carolyn's voice sounded a little breathy to me. "I'm an expert at keeping a level head."

"Truly." Deyha muttered, "And yet your body betrays you all the same."

"What?"

Deyha chuckled now. "Did you forget the mods you gave me? You must be really out of sorts if you don't remember how your temperature spikes while you're trying to hide something."

"That's bullshit." Carolyn twitched. "We both know that your sensitivity to infrared isn't that precise."

"Mhmm." I heard Deyha's footsteps move around the desk. "But it is sensitive enough to know there's something very warm under here."

I heard a couple taps on the desk top above me, and I eased my grip on Carolyn as she uncrossed her ankles behind my back.

The little area around me brightened as Carolyn's chair was dragged backwards.

"Hi Deyha." I wiped my mouth and leaned forward to peer up at her. I didn't expect to see her upset, but I was still relieved to see her smile kindly down at me.

"Hey Babygirl. Having fun?"

"Lots. So does this mean I lost because you saw me from the start?" I crawled forward and held Carolyn's knees as I stood up.

"Oh? Was it a game to see who would get the two of you caught?"

"Mhmm!" I pointed at Carolyn. "Either way it's her fault. This was all her idea."

"Hey!"

Deyha folded her arms and leaned against the wall as she looked down at Carolyn. "Well, given that I wouldn't have even come to bust the two of you if Carolyn hadn't texted me, all signs do point her."

Carolyn pointed at me. "It was her idea to text you!"

"Details, details." I waved dismissively. "I think it's high time we double-teamed the dragon for a change."

Deyha smirked but shook her head. "Not in the clinic I'm afraid, but since you were so quiet I will sign off on office activities."

"So I'm allowed to eat Carolyn out whenever I want?"

Carolyn and Deyha both laughed at the absurdity of my statement, just as I'd hoped.

"Sure babe." Carolyn cupped my cheek. If it makes you happy."

"It does." I nodded. "Though it's too bad your desire for taboo and drama will go unfilled now. It's not so exciting if Deyha allows it."

Carolyn waved a hand. "I'll live. Thanks for the fun little break though."

"Who said we are done?"

"I did, just now." Carolyn stepped back into her panties and shook out her slacks. "Maybe you can go blow Deyha while she drives the combine if your oral fixation still bothers you."

"Rude." I grumbled but I stole a glance at Deyha. If the combine wasn't so damn cramped I'd certainly be interested.

"Sorry babygirl." Deyha shook her head. "I'm headed back to town."

"So no road-head?" I twisted in place, causing my dress to flare out in the way I knew neither Deyha or Carolyn could resist fawning over.

Deyha shook her head again and laughed. "If the safety wasn't enough of a reason not to, I just don't think it would do much for me."

"You didn't think back rubs would do anything either." I countered, "and who said the blowjob would be for your benefit in the first place?"

"You are one strange little cow…" Deyha patted my head and moved back around the desk toward the door. "I'll come find you for dinner at seven?"

"Not if I find you first."

She shook her head and chuckled but otherwise didn't comment further.

"So." I turned back to Carolyn "You're headed back to the grind?"

"Yep." Carolyn sighed and slipped her shoes back on. "The eggs won't willing-fem themselves you know.

"As far as I know we don't have any eggs left on the farm."

Carolyn looked at the ceiling and shook her head. "The chicks won't willing-fem themselves. Better? What are you going to do anyways?"

"I'll think of something."