The Safeword is "Trans Rights"
The smell of the camp was overwhelming. Sugarcoat was there for only one day and she already hated the mix of timber, trees, moist breeze from the lake, and teenage, mostly unwashed bodies. She sighed and looked at the clock.
It was ten in the morning. One day, sixteen hours, and seventeen minutes. Almost two months to go and Sugarcoat hated it.
It was Lemon’s hare-brained idea. Even though she really didn’t have to work in the Summer, she suddenly decided that she’d been bored and thus, she needed a job. And, being a total airhead, Lemon decided that helping Gloriosa Daisy at the Camp Everfree was something she always wanted.
Sugarcoat hated sunny days, fresh air, children, and Gloriosa’s idiot brother. But on the other hand, she knew that, left to her own devices, Lemon would find a thousand ways to get herself killed, from drowning in the lake to being lynched by a bunch of little shitheads who read Lord of the Flies.
And thus, Sugarcoat was there with Lemon and she hated it. Especially since Lemon seemed to be doing well.
“Before the evening campfire, Sugarcoat will go with you to gather firewood,” Lemon said to the group of kids sitting in front of her in a wooden hall. “Sugarcoat knows a thing or two about wood, you know.”
Sugarcoat rolled her eyes. She knew Lemon was only getting started.
“As far as I know, there are no snakes in the forest, except for one python.” Lemon turned to Sugarcoat and smirked. “But don’t worry, Sugarcoat knows how to tame it.”
The kids laughed. Sugarcoat sighed and stared at the window, thanking herself for taking earplugs with her.
“As far as I know, only five kids get lost in the forest every week,” Lemon said. “This week no one got lost yet and it’s Friday. Don’t get lost or Sugarcoat will beat you with her stick.”
“You’re truly a pinnacle of humor and taste.” Sugarcoat whispered and got up, ready to leave the hall. “And what are you going to do?”
“Sailing lessons,” Lemon replied. “I love getting wet.”
Sugarcoat groaned.
“Smile,” Lemon said. “Later I’ll let you play with the masts.”
Sugarcoat just shook her head and walked out of the hall.
***
One day and twenty two hours. Lemon had already finished the sailing lesson. It was a great success – no one drowned and not a single of the boats sunk this time. For Lemon it was an absolute win. For once, Gloriosa wouldn’t give her the abused puppy stare. Gloriosa wasn’t really capable of yelling when Lemon messed something up and would just stare at her like that, making her feel even worse than if she was angry.
Lemon was used to yelling. Her parents yelled at her, teachers yelled at her… Sugarcoat did this as well, whenever she was done with sarcastic comments and talking to Lemon as if she was stupid.
Lemon didn’t consider herself to be stupid. Unfortunately, most of the world disagreed.
She looked around. She wasn’t far away from the camp, a bit below the lake. The small clearing was surrounded by trees and bushes; no one could see her there.
Lemon smirked; that was exactly what she needed. The toilets in the camp were usually busy and whenever she felt particularly adventurous, she’d go there to do her business in a nice place, surrounded by the smell of coniferous trees, gentle breeze rustling in the leaves, and chirping of the birds.
She found a right place right next to the fallen tree and lowered her white panties to her ankles. She then lifted her skirt, revealing her perky butt and slightly bigger than average pussy lips, adorned with a small tuft of green and yellowish hair adorning it. Lemon squatted, grabbing a roll of toilet paper from her backpack and placing it on the trunk of the tree.
She spread her legs apart, getting her panties and boots out of the way. Then she relaxed her muscles, letting a wave of pee flow out of her. She looked down, watching as a puddle spread between the dry pine needles, forming miniature rivers on the ground. Chuckling, she let it all out, pushing the last drops out of her bladder and patting her pussy lips gently with her fingers.
She knew, however, that she wasn’t done. A small bit of gas escaped her anus, the smell disappearing in the overwhelming aura of pine resin. This was, however, about to change. Lemon’s body still didn’t quite get used to food at the camp and while she wasn’t quite feeling ill, she felt a little bit constipated. She pushed, moaning in pain as her anus spread, but without much effect. Lemon took a deep breath and tried again, her legs trembling from the strain.
“Lemon, for fuck’s sake, at least dig a hole first!”
Lemon gasped, startled. Suddenly, her bowels loosened; she could swear she heard a loud ‘pop’ sound when a log of shit was pushed through her anus and dropped on the ground.
“Eww!” Sugarcoat exclaimed, walking from between the bushes. She winced, but then she smirked like a predator who just found its prey. “Well, at least you’re no longer shitting in the lake or somewhere where it can flow to the water. That’s some progress.”
“Fuck you, Sugarcoat.” Lemon tried desperately to cover her privates, wipe her ass, and not let Sugarcoat see what she’d just done – all at the same time. Needless to say, it wasn’t quite working.
“Or you can, you know, just go to the toilet, like normal people.” Sugarcoat rolled her eyes. “Unless that’s too hard for you.”
Lemon Zest got up and pulled up her panties, blushing furiously. “If you tell anyone about that, I’ll tell everyone that you… About your–”
“Dick, geez.” Sugarcoat rolled her eyes. “I’m pretty sure you’ll tell everyone anyway. Speaking of, since you already tainted this clearing…” She lowered her skirt a bit and unbuttoned her blue boxers, revealing that she, indeed, had quite a sizeable penis. She turned away from Lemon and started to pee on a nearby tree.
“Why aren’t you getting rid of it?” Lemon asked.
“Convenience,” Sugarcoat replied. “It was already a lot of trouble to convince doctors that I was born in the wrong body. Also, I can pee standing. Nothing beats that.”
“And that’s the only reason?” Lemon asked.
Sugarcoat stopped peeing and pulled her skirt back on. “Of course not. Timber tried to flirt with me, so I showed it to him and then we compared our size. Mine is bigger. Also, poor Twilight. This guy will not only cuck her…” She picked up a few sticks from the ground and put them together. “He’ll also cuck her with a guy because he’s more or less as straight as those sticks.”
“So not very much,” Lemon said.
“Yes, but I’ve seen bigger faggots.” Sugarcoat threw the sticks at Lemon. “Anyway, convenience. Except when it’s hot and you get both boob sweat and ball sweat, but that’s the price I’m willing to pay.”
Lemon tilted her head, staring at the bulge which was almost invisible under Sugarcoat’s skirt. “Still, it must be inconvenient. You take ballet lessons, don’t you?”
Sugarcoat chuckled. “Please, you think I’m the only ballet dancer with a penis? In our group there are like, five.”
“You mean guys, right?” Lemon asked.
Sugarcoat just smirked.
“Right?” Lemon shuddered.
“Two guys, but me and two other girls also have additional bits,” Sugarcoat replied. “For example, Fleur.”
“Fleur?” Lemon exclaimed. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.” Sugarcoat shook her head. “You literally sucked her dick at some party but you were so stoned that I’m not surprised that you don’t remember. You should stop smoking weed. I bet your frontal lobe has holes the size of a coin.”
Lemon shrugged. “Do you think I remember all the dicks I sucked?”
“I do,” Sugarcoat replied. “Fleur’s, Neon Light’s, and my own. It’s good to be a ballet dancer.”
“Neon Light?” Lemon’s jaw dropped.
“Back when you two were a thing, at that.” Sugarcoat laughed. “Most dudes think it’s gay and he also thought so until I fucked his ass into the next Friday. Sorry, Lemon, your boyfriend really liked it. He came all over your pillows.”
“He’s no longer my boyfriend,” Lemon said, gritting her teeth.
“I know, you can only last some two weeks without banging another guy. Or a chick,” Sugarcoat replied. “Usually when I tell this story, people ask about me sucking my own dick.”
“Nah, you’re so full of yourself that I can easily imagine you sucking your own dick,” Lemon said.
“I’d rather be full of myself than full of shit,” Sugarcoat replied. “I’d ask if you want to grab something to eat, but after what I witnessed here I don’t think you feel well.”
“You won’t let me live for the rest of vacation, huh?” Lemon rolled her eyes.
“More like the rest of your life.” Sugarcoat slapped Lemon’s butt as the green-haired girl walked past her.
“Hey, careful!” Lemon exclaimed. “Or else I’ll tell Gloriosa that you’re touching me and about your… condition. I guess you’ll be the main attraction of every prison.”
“I didn’t come up with those double standards.” Lemon said, squeezing Sugarcoat’s butt, and smirked at her. “Would anyone believe you if you told them I did this? I doubt it.”
Sugarcoat turned towards Lemon and slapped her in the face. Lemon recoiled, covering her nose and wiping a few drops of blood from her lip. “Bitch,” she muttered.
“Hardly,” Sugarcoat replied. “You’re a bitch and so you deserve a bitch slap. Also, don’t threaten me ever again or it won’t be just a slap.” She shrugged and patted Lemon’s back. “Okay, enough of this. You don’t threaten me, I don’t punch you. And we’re forgetting about this.”
“Get fucked,” Lemon muttered.
“Look, I’m sorry,” Sugarcoat said. “I kinda can’t hold a grudge for a long time.”
“You seem more like someone who’ll poison me in twenty years because of something I did in high school,” Lemon replied. “Also, I don’t like to get beaten.”
“Yes, this is definitely why at some point in your life you decided to become Jet Set’s personal cumsock-slash-punching bag.” Sugarcoat sighed. “With your great taste in partners, one day you’ll find a dude who will have you raped by twenty truck drivers, slit your throat, and throw your body in a dumpster. I’m just worried about you.”
“Okay, violence kinda turns me on.” Lemon blushed.
“Kinda?” Sugarcoat asked. “I treated you like shit for years, pun not intended. And yet you didn’t kick my ass goodbye. Even now it seems you’re closer to sucking my dick than to telling me to get fucked. You have no spine, Lemon. Grow one or else every guy will treat you like a goddamn slut.”
“Why would I even suck your dick?” Lemon asked. “Can you even get it hard?”
“Sure.” Sugarcoat smirked. “Everything works. You’d know that if you were sober while nearly choking on Fleur’s load.”
“I’m kinda curious,” Lemon said.
“I just told you that you’re a hopeless slut and you want to see my dick.” Sugarcoat shook her head. “Is it the only part of me you’re interested in?”
“You’re an insufferable dickhead,” Lemon replied. “It’s really hard to listen to what you’re saying.” She embraced Sugarcoat, placing her hand on her crotch. “Hey, it seems you’re already getting hard.”
“Would you kindly leave me alone?” Sugarcoat pushed Lemon’s hand away. “I’m not in the mood.”
“This tells me otherwise.” Lemon tried to grab Sugarcoat’s crotch again, but Sugarcoat caught her hand, squeezing her wrist.
“You really want it?” Sugarcoat furrowed her eyebrows, looking into Lemon’s eyes. “Really?”
Lemon nodded. “Sure, why not.”
“Okay, but we’ll play by my rules,” Sugarcoat said.
“Your rules?”
“My rules,” Sugarcoat replied. “Do you agree?”
“Yes,” Lemon said.
“If you have enough, just say ‘trans rights’.” Sugarcoat cracked her knuckles. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
Suddenly, Sugarcoat punched Lemon in the solar plexus. Lemon gasped for air when Sugarcoat tripped her, causing her to drop to her knees.
“My rules.” Sugarcoat grabbed Lemon’s hair and yanked her head upwards so she could look at her. Then she lifted her skirt and dropped her boxers, revealing a half-erect penis dangling between her legs. “If I didn’t already take a leak, I’d use your mouth as my fucking urinal, you filthy slut.”
“That’s definitely trans rights,” Lemon whispered, breathing heavily.
“What I thought,” Sugarcoat said, pulling Lemon’s face closer to her crotch. “You wanted to see it, so there you go. Can’t get much closer than that.”
She grabbed her dick with her free hand, rubbing it until it became harder. Then, she slapped Lemon in the face with it, holding her hair firmly. “This is what you wanted, right?”
Lemon nodded, opening her mouth and licking her lips. Sugarcoat just slapped her again and unzipped Lemon’s blouse, revealing a pair of large, reddish breasts.
“I need to get myself such a pair one day,” Sugarcoat muttered. “But for now, this will do.” She jammed her dick in Lemon’s mouth, causing the girl to moan; it turned into a choke as the tip of her dick hit Lemon’s throat and pushed against it.
“This is gonna be your whole life.” Sugarcoat yanked Lemon’s hair, making her choke again before retreating a bit. “Like the taste of my piss? No matter what you do, there’s always a few drops left.”
Instead of a reply, Lemon started to suck on her dick, petting it with her tongue. Sugarcoat again pushed deeper into Lemon’s throat, watching with satisfaction as tears welled in Lemon’s eyes. Some snot escaped her nose, adding to the stream of running make-up.
“You look disgusting,” Sugarcoat said. “Do you always look like this when someone fucks your face like you’re some doll? I think every single guy in the school fucked you, right? No wonder they couldn’t look at you later.”
Lemon groaned in protest.
“Did you want to say something?” Sugarcoat asked.
Lemon shook her head.
“Good,” Sugarcoat said. “You know, you could at least ask them to pay you. At least you’d make some money out of it, instead of whoring yourself for free.”
Lemon moaned when Sugarcoat rammed her throat again, this time holding it longer before retreating.
“Sometimes I wonder…” Sugarcoat looked down at Lemon who was panting heavily, her legs trembling. “What happened to you that you just fuck every guy who asks? Mommy didn’t love you and daddy only loved you at night, huh? You couldn’t refuse back then, so you don’t refuse… or it’d hurt.”
She pushed herself balls-deep into Lemon’s mouth. Lemon trembled, trying to say something, but only a stifled moan escaped her lips. Nevertheless, Sugarcoat backpedalled, letting go of Lemon’s hair. Lemon dropped on her knees and elbows, took a deep breath and threw up on the ground, some vomit spraying on Sugarcoat’s boots.
“You okay?” Sugarcoat asked.
“Yeah,” Lemon replied, retching. She took a deep breath and got up on her knees.
“Good.” Sugarcoat pulled Lemon away from the puddle of vomit and threw her on the ground. “You ruined my boots, you idiot. Do I have to make you lick them clean so you get wiser?”
“N-no,” Lemon muttered.
“Lick my boots.” Sugarcoat grabbed Lemon’s hair and forced her face closer to her boots. “You like rolling in your filth anyway, this shouldn’t be a new thing for you…”
“T-trans rights,” Lemon whispered. “Very much so.”
“Ah, okay.” Sugarcoat let Lemon go. “I can’t look at your dumb face anyway.” She walked around Lemon and grabbed her hips, yanking them upwards. She lifted Lemon’s skirt and pulled her panties down, revealing her ass. She winced, seeing a trail of Lemon’s juices, complete with wet stains on her panties.
“Did you seriously cum, you retarded whore?” Sugarcoat asked. “I’d fuck your dirty asshole dry, but I’m not into sticking my dick in other people’s filth, so–” Before Lemon had time to brace herself, Sugarcoat grabbed her shoulders and pressed her dick against Lemon’s pussy lips. Lemon screamed when she felt it push against her pussy walls as it filled her whole.
Sugarcoat slapped Lemon’s ass and thrusted, causing Lemon to whimper in pain. Sugarcoat thrusted again, pushing her face into the ground. She then picked up the pace, fucking Lemon mercilessly.
“Sugarcoat–” Lemon gasped as Sugarcoat’s member violated her again, sending waves of pain and pleasure around her body. “This hurts.”
“It’s supposed to.” Sugarcoat punched Lemon in the back of the head. “Do you know your cunt tightens whenever I do that? Did someone tell you that?”
Lemon said nothing, gritting her teeth and bracing herself for another punch. When it came, her muscles indeed tightened around Sugarcoat’s dick, making her moan.
“Tell me!” Sugarcoat exclaimed. “Did someone tell you that before?”
“Y-yes,” Lemon muttered. “Many times.”
“Ah, so that’s why you let everyone treat you like shit,” Sugarcoat said. “You just like it.” She retreated, almost pulling out before slamming into Lemon again with the full force. Lemon screamed; her knees were scraped and bloodied, with earth and pine needles tearing her skin with every move. Nevertheless, Sugarcoat just kept fucking her.
“I should invite you over one day,” Sugarcoat said. “We can do a lot of funnier things at home.”
Lemon gasped, an orgasm rocking her body. Her pussy twitched, clamping around Sugarcoat’s dick. Juices squirted out of her, a few drops hitting Sugarcoat’s balls and dripping down on the ground.
“You’re disgusting,” Sugarcoat muttered. “Maybe you want to become my personal fucktoy? There’s one catch, though: you have to stop whoring yourself with the other people or else I’ll cut you like a bitch.”
Lemon moaned, her muscles relaxing. Sugarcoat yanked her hair, jamming her dick deep into Lemon’s pussy. “Answer me!” she exclaimed.
“Yes, I can be your personal fucktoy.” Lemon chuckled. “What other choice do I have?”
“I hit you too hard, didn’t I?” Sugarcoat let go off Lemon’s hair and pushed her face-first into the dirt. Lemon let out a gasp, blood flowing from her nose. Sugarcoat smacked her in the back of the head once more for good measure and thrusted her hips a few more times before finally letting go of the pressure in her balls.
“No!” Lemon whimpered as the first wave of semen hit her insides. She tried to get away, but Sugarcoat pinned her down, more cum shooting out of her balls and filling Lemon’s pussy. “Please, I don’t want to–”
“Oh, really?” Sugarcoat pulled out and grabbed her dick with her hand, squeezing out the last remaining drops on Lemon’s panties. “I don’t think it’s possible for me to impregnate you.” She wiped her dick with Lemon’s skirt and looked at her cum slowly dripping out of her new fucktoy’s pussy. Smirking, she stuffed two of her fingers in it, pushing her cum deeper and spreading it on the walls of Lemon’s vagina. “But if you do get pregnant, come to me and I’ll kick your ass until your cunt starts bleeding again. And if you gave me HIV or some shit, I won’t stop there.”
Lemon turned on her back, panting. “W-why–”
“Because we can’t risk you giving birth to another retard like you.” Sugarcoat stood up, still holding her dick, and squeezed out a small spurt of urine, aiming at Lemon’s face and tits. “There you go,” she said. “Now you’re my property. I wonder how you’ll get back to the camp. You smell like something that crawled out of a shitter, but that’s not my problem.”
Lemon sat down without a word. Sugarcoat’s piss flowing down her cheek, mixed with tears.
Sugarcoat pulled her boxers and skirt up and offered her hand to Lemon, who ignored it, staring in the distance.
“You okay there?” Sugarcoat asked. “Was it too hard?”
Lemon shook her head. “Nah, I’m fine.”
“I’ll get you some new clothes,” Sugarcoat said. “Then I’ll make sure no one’s in the showers when you get there.”
“Mhm.” Lemon nodded.
Sugarcoat unpacked the first aid kit and grabbed a bottle of disinfectant. “I’ll have to take care of your knees. They look worse than I thought.”
“Whatever you wish.” Lemon shrugged. She didn’t even wince when the disinfectant burned her wounds. “From now on, I’m your fucktoy, right?”
Sugarcoat looked at Lemon and smirked. “You will be,” she said. “You will be.”
