It was just a boring tuesday evening, the kind that never seemed to pass. Catherine was home alone, watching her favourite horror movie for the thousandth time, when she felt that familiar heat building up in her loins. She put down her teacup and looked up at her phone: it wasn't even late into the night!
A smirk spawned on her face, as her thumbs swiftly tapped to her favourite dare site.
Catherine glanced at her favourite plushie -Sir Ferdinand, the crocodile- and turned her gaze away from his stern expression. With a guilty frown she muttered something along the lines of "Do not judge me, you overgrown lizard".
As soon as she was logged in, Kat zoomed to her inbox. Right next to her username "Bubblegum" she found seven new messages directly addressed to her own account.
"Wanna meet up?" - Robert_Fairlow_82
"Hey babe, you look good" - Mando_511
"Loved that wetting video of you" - A_Curious_Magpie
"ON YOUR KNEES, NOW!" - MasterDave31
"I dare you to..." - Dalek
Catherine's thumb stopped swiping at that last one, a sliver of curiosity sparking in her mind.
"Let's see, mr. Dalek, what have you got in store for me?"
The screen popped up, prompted by an anonymous account with an avatar from a famous TV show.
"I dare you to wear a buttplug and go hang out in a public place. Bonus points if you manage to slip off of your jeans. Oh, and NO panties! Report in the forum ;)"
Kat looked at the clock again, then out to the starry, warm night.
Her smile widened to a sly grin.
Catherine sorted quickly through her closet, her fingers caressing all kinds of fabrics, from the rough texture of her nurse scrubs to the smooth, cold sensations given by her latex suit, and stopped at her thin, ripped blue jeans.
"That will do."
She slipped off from her house robes and went to her drawer, picking out her favourite toys.
At first her hands thoughtlessly grabbed her usual pink plug, a small t-shaped toy that accompanied her through countless adventures, but then her gaze fell upon the new addition to her growing collection: a fat, large black plug, shaped like an egg on a stand.
After overcoming her a moment of hesitation, Kat grabbed her new toy and her lube bottle, then laying on her back to welcome its intrusion.
It took her some trial and error, but after some huffing and shuffling she finally managed to slip the little rascal inside her. She covered her tender buttcheeks with her pair of jeans, letting her scut tail twitch out fluffily.
She then turned to her leather jacket.
"You know what? I'll double down. I won't even wear a shirt!"
With that she was off, her footing unsteady as she did her true best to accustom the foreign toy lodged in her butt, but it kept messing with her footing.
The night was young, the stars had just started to shine, and the city lights were responding to their glow with a spark of their own, painting the hills with a blanket of flickers that seemed to welcome miss Bubblegum on her brand new adventure.
She was still wondering where to begin when her feet casually walked her to the Lion's Pub, a mandatory stop on her errands to the city centre, given the strategic position right across from the tram station.
A warm music filtered through the seams of the entrance along with orange lights, flooding outside as the bunny cracked open its doors.
"Let's get some fuel for tonight" she thought, aiming at her favourite ale tap.
The guy at the pub -an old, clever horse named Paul- welcomed her in with a smile.
"Good evening, princess. What can I get for you?"
"The usual, innkeeper." she replied with a playful condescending tone.
But as soon as the princess buttocks connected with her "throne" she squealed with an eep that betrayed her discomfort.
Kat's cheeks flushed red and her ears flopped down, as she silently cursed at the bar stool that wickedly jammed the black plug deep inside her...

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Here we see Kat during one of her nights out. This piece is quite old, may be early '22, but it already encapsulates Kat's essence and duality. She keeps her kinky habits a secret, hidden benath her confident punk facade, and at this moment in her life she is coping her single life through a site where random strangers give her horny dares to report on. This is part of a larger group of sketches I asked  :linknyxapnea: :nyxapneaicon: to create in exchange for a game of D&D they really really enjoyed. I'll be honest, it wouldn't have been necessary, but who am I to say no to some self-offered gratitude?