An Early Thankgiving For Two

"The Mighty B!"

'An Early Thanksgivings For Two...'

WARNING! THIS FANFIC CONTAINS SCENES THAT NOT ALL WILL LIKE, INCLUDING ORAL SEX, FINGERING, MILD CANNIBALISM, LESBIANISM AND ONE REALLY BAD EARLY THANKSGIVING FEAST! PLEASE TEAR YOUR EYES AWAY FROM THIS PAGE IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ SUCH CONTENT (unless you don't mind never eating again for the rest of your life) BUT, THOSE OF YOU WOULD LIKE TO READ, PLEASE, DO CONTINUE!


It had ben a few minutes, but Portia finally managed to remove her head from within the mouth of the horse. Her hair, she knew would take almost all morning to restore its beauty, making her quite frustrated at this whole situation that...Bessie had gotten them into! She overturned herself, ready to sink her teeth into Bessie's throat and claw out her eyes! However, upon seeing her, she happened to find Bessie in an awkward posture, on her stomach, one leg high in the air, exposing her bare underside. Portia was a bit shocked, seeing as to how Bessie didn't have any under clothing. Strangely enough, she couldn't take her eyes off of her, a trembling body, quivering and chilled from the night air. Something happened to her. She, actually felt...SORRY for Bessie! She began to recall all of those numerous times Bessie had saved her, once from her dreaded cousin, a bear, even that robot that she had so wrongly possessed, recalling Bessie's speech on how killing someone was wrong. She had given her the blanket, though that was from her own wills. Still, for SOME reason, she felt the need, to thank her. Portia couldn't help but roll her eyes at the thought of doing such a thing! Gritting her teeth in loathed disgust, she perused to wake the sleeping girl, but every time she was to see her, that flash of pink caught her eye. In just that moment, she knew just how to thank Bessie, without ever having to tell her. By now, she knew Bessie was a heavy sleeper, and, hopefully, she could get away with this. No pink dared to enter her face as she lowered herself and catching a good smell of her female scents. The musky odor only increased her hunger. She creeped up her dress, causing Bessie to flinch at the bite of cold air, Portia waiting to see if it would wake her, but no further movement but a stir of chilled nerves. She finally was close enough to where she could whip out her tongue and give Bessie a fast, but firm lick. Her nerves came alive at the sensation of warm flesh against bitter cold, Bessie squirmed and thrashed about, releasing a sharp squeal. Portia quickly moved away from her, luckily, no further actions were made. She settled, and Portia decided it would be best if she were to use the blanket as a method of blindness if needed. She could attack her with it if she ever were to wake and happen to see this taking place. Her dress had creeped down during her struggle, she had to be extra careful! This time, using her fingers, she skillfully took her time to curl it over her, avoiding the sharp brushing of fabric upon skin. Keeping her senses alert, she went in again, this time, fully prepared!

Bessie stirred again, there was a noise, but it was only the sleeping girl, who had shifted position, now, upon her back. Portia had to sneak over, hoping the rusting of the hay in her fast motion didn't cause Bessie to wake. She then went kneeling and licking her off, only this time, Portia didn't stop. Her movement wasn't as strong as before, but Portia still had to keep her guard. if she were to scream, she needed to silence her. If she were to look, she would blind her. If she tried to get away, she would have to bind her down. Portia had to concentrate on her stroking, keeping them small, short, simple, and sweet. She knew she had been pleasing Bessie, as she would give an occasional twitch, sometimes, a light grunt or moan, but she never seemed to wake. Portia had to steer clear of that small bud of flesh as to not let her wake, and this was hard for her to continue with, considering Bessie's quivering, jolting, and not to mention her moans of pleasure, driving Portia only longing to please her even more, to bring her a dream come true. Little by little, Portia gave it to her harder, even taking a dip into the pool of growing liquid to further please as best she could without waking the sleeping beauty. Indeed, she was. Pink in the face, lightly coated in sweat, a thin line of salivations over her mouth, she obviously caught in a dream, or either a nightmare going by her curling fingers, toes and strain of REM sleep. She noted a few of the animals in their quarters had been aware of the situation, one being the horse whom had engulfed her. Portia took no concern, and went back to pleasuring Bessie. This time, Portia had to take note that Bessie was moaning much louder than previously, but she appeared to be deep in a dream. Hopefully, the dream world and the waking world wouldn't make a connection and lead to Bessie's waking. Her loudened moaning gave Portia an aching itch she really needed to sooth, but she needed to control herself to prevent her tongue from wandering to that swollen swab of fleshy tissue, throbbing slightly, begging for attention. Bessie was growing increasingly wet, giving Portia the hint she may be close to breaking water, the animals moving in a little closer at the scent of her rising odors. Suddenly, a cow came up behind her, giving her a firm nudge, sending her slamming into Bessie...almost! The breath of the huge mammal caught the senses of the little girl, the tip teeth of Portia resting upon the under aged organs of Bessie, and she uttered something under her breath. "P...Portia." Bessie moaned in a hushed faint voice. She had one eye barely open, the blackness of visual stimuli aimed right at her face. From Portia's point of view, Bessie appeared to be asleep, but she wasn't. Portia, being the stubborn one, faced the large mammal. "Back off!" She scorned as quietly as she could, pushing it away and even giving it a firm smack in the nose. She resumed her position, and as soon as she touched her, Bessie squirmed, forcing her tongue to hit on her most sensitive spot.

That was all the motivation Bessie needed. Her eyes came open, her spine arched, her body spasmed and she let out a howl of pain. Portia moved away from her and used the blanket to cover her eyes. "Portia." Squealed the little girl, voice strained and high pitched. "What are you doing?" "None of your beeswax Messie!" Sneered Portia, forcing her flat on her back. "Now be quiet and go back to sleep! You woke me up with all your moaning!" She yelled, still on top of her. "I wouldn't have been if you hadn't been licking me down there!" Portia's face grew red, and she bared her pearly whites, looking, not so pearly white anymore. "What's that supposed to mean?" Portia snarled, now violently digging her nails into her arms. "You were below me, and you were..." Her face went pale. "Having fantasies about me are you Messie Stinkenbottom?" She was now face to face with her, about ready to bite out her eyes. "No! Don't you remember? Just a few seconds ago, you were licking me there!" Portia loosened her grip, and stared her pray in the eyes. "So...you were, awake?" Her tone was no where near vicious, but Bessie knew better than to let her guard down. "Y, yeah, I was." Bessie's face went pink. "But...why? I mean, why did you do that?" "Well...you seemed cold." She said, somewhat truthfully. "That, did warm me up, a lot." Even by now, her face was still rosy and her body warm. "Bet you're hot by now." Sneered Portia, running her fingers over the neck of Bessie's dress, letting her fingers slip inside, itching to see what it hid underneath. "Well, sort of..." She paused and stared Portia in the eyes, noticing her lustful grin. "...Do you, want me to, take off my clothes Portia?" She asked, taking note her menacing grinning, a hint of passion boiling in her eyes, pining for her fingers to rub over more skin. "Well...if you feel hot enough." Bessie was no dumb child! She knew that's what Portia wanted! "Don't worry. If you get cold...I know a way to warm you up." That only encouraged Bessie, and like her typical hyperactive self, removed her dress in a haste. Seeing her, bare a nude, Portia could feel her mouth almost overflowing with liquid. "Wait. Why am I doing this?" Bessie had already forgotten, or so, she said. Quickly, Portia took a dive for her legs, and attacked her tender underside, one swift flash of very wet and slimy tongue over her still warm areas. Before Portia had even touched her, a powerful moan leaped from her throat, and moistures started to drip. Muscles growing weak, she settled herself in the hey, not even feeling the sharp splintering of rough dried materials under her naked form. "You knew I was going to do that, didn't you?" Portia hissed, playfully, yet with a high note of dominance and lust in her voice. "That's why you asked!" She suddenly tackled her, climbing on to her body, and heading straight for her chest. There were two small areas of slightly raised flesh, quite sensitive by now, and even more so due to the cold air. She didn't stop there, as she came to meet her face to face, nose to nose, eye to eye. "You know Messie, there is a reason I'm always so mean to you!" Her teeth were practically touching hers as she spoke. "But I can't explain it. I always get this odd feeling when ever I'm around you. It drives me mad! I end up saying things I don't exactly mean. I don't love you...but, for some reason, I can't resist you!" As she spoke, she was using her fingers on her chest, and would occasionally thrust her leg in between her legs to rub her aching feminine spots. "What do you mean?" "I don't like you, the way a boy likes a girl, but, still...there's something, something about you, I can't get enough of!" Bessie was staring at her, in utter shock, the feeling of thrusts and caressings, pushing her to her limits. Her breathing hightened, feeling Portia treat her with such passion, something she never thought Portia possessed. "Ever since I met you, I've always wanted to be close to you, I've longed to caress you, feel you, lick you, taste you, and rub you down. I don't love you Bessie, but I can't control those feelings I get whenever I see you!" She noted that Bessie was now quite pink, her breathing getting heavy by the minute. If that weren't enough, Portia began to lick over her tender chest spots, leaning her head upon her to hear her ever increasing heart rate. "I've always been the snobby stuck up type...taking everything for granted...but I realize now...I do having something...to be thankful for!" She was now locked on to Bessie, who was now panting furiously, longing to feel her lubricated flesh against her members again. "Remember...my cousin Chelsea? if it weren't...for you...she would have...beat me to a pulp! Or, that other time...when we went out...into the woods...and you saved my life...from that bear? The science fair? Face it...if it weren't for you...I probably wouldn't...even be here!" Bessie was by now whimpering, feeling, herself quite flattered! As she spoke, she would take her time lick over those areas of flesh on her chest, the warm tongue and hot breath, making Bessie cringe in delight, giving her a desperate itch between her legs, rendering her wet. "Remember that robot you made for the science fair?" Purred Portia in her ear. Bessie went a crimson red. "Yes?" "The truth is...the real reason I cheated...was because I wanted to be near you." Portia whispered, running her fingers through her hair and down her neck, making Bessie shudder. "I know. You said...'I love you' remember? I knew...it was you...the whole time." Bessie suddenly gave a dreaded gasp. "Portia...I, I never knew, you felt that way...about me!" Bessie sighed, beginning to feel herself thrusting with her leg. "I don't...have feelings for...you, not, exactly...but there's just something about you...I can't get enough of! It's more...of a fetish, than anything, but...I couldn't let anyone...know that, now could I?" Portia's face went slightly rosy as she spoke, Bessie giving her a faint grin seeing her face in this shade. "You look quite cute in...your glasses, and your...attitude...you're always...so happy...it makes me happy." Just her words alone were enough to make Bessie shudder. "Those two buck teeth...of yours...they turn me on." Bessie went a blood red. "The only reason...I'm so mean...to you is so...the other Honey Bee scouts...don't notice...how I feel...around you. Even I...have denied my own...feelings for you...just to prevent myself...from doing something...or saying something in public...I might regret." Bessie was moaning faint, her breathing picking up, Bessie thrusting harder to the rhythm of her leg. "R...real, ly Portia? Is...is that, true?" Bessie was finding herself hard to speak by now, so aroused and so shy! "Yes, it's all...true. In fact, I was going to...save this for...Thanksgiving, but...I couldn't stand to...wait any longer." Portia now ran a hand through her hair. "Actually...I'm quite jealous...of you...in a good way. In fact, the only reason...I made that bet...and stole...The Hive from you was just because...I knew you...built it...with your own...two hands." The movement of her thrusting became faster and she took her hand, giving it a light massage. Bessie groaned at her quickened pace, she continuing to lick her chest. "It smelled like you...and I couldn't...resist it." Portia now ran a hand down her stomach and played with a small indented place of skin from which she had been birthed. Bessie gasped, feeling her fingers dig into her, her leg now rubbing with much ferocity over her hot underside, her hand sliding lower. "Portia." She said with a dreadful deathly sigh, eyes closing a little, head falling back, giving Portia a good thrust of her own, Portia now even using her foot and toes between her legs. Withdrawing her limb, Portia took a dive for her thigh, her other hand, wandering over her rump, slipping between her crevice and giving her a very light stroke, meanwhile, her tongue continued to attack her lobes of chest flesh, as she went rubbing her and caressing her backside, sliding up and down her spine, digging in her fingers to her vertebrae, all the while, Bessie moaning, and wrapping her arms over Portia's warm body. How could someone, so mean, cruel and heartless, give someone...THIS much pleasure? If that wasn't horrid enough, Bessie began to shed tears as soon as she felt her hand wandering down her stomach. She spread her legs, allowing Portia to explore her bare underside without a care. "Portia! Go...between my...my legs!" Portia could feel her pulse rise and her temperature boil.

She went to take a peek at her suffering captive. Sweat lay over her sore body, tears falling from her eyes, a heap of quivering flesh and hot blood, throbbing head and aching eyes. Portia could make out her temples that were pulsing, but what caught her attention, was a big artery that ran through her neck much like a stream of hot lighting. Enough sexual torture! Now she really went for her kill. Apparently, Bessie had been experiencing such great tension, she wallowed in the memory, and still happenings of gratification as Portia went to her neck. She had once fooled around with her in the past, and discovered there was an area on her throat, just over her jugular, that was highly sensitive. As if to be some blood lusting vampire, she tackled her with a guttural scream and pounced on her throat. Naturally, Bessie gave a cry of fright an instinct of protection. Even the animals in the barn reacted, pulling away and trying to hide their own vulnerable jugular veins. "Portia! Portia! What are you doing? I thought we were..." Suddenly, as if to be put into a trance, her eyes glazed over, and all fear left her, almost. A long scream like groan trailed out of her throat as Portia dug in her teeth and used her soiled tongue to stimulate the pleasure spot. The sound of her voice rattled through Portia's head, teeth quivering and tongue tickling from the sound. "Portia." She moaned through her trance like state, dangerous feelings still high in the air. "Y, this...it feels...so good Portia! Please! Don't, don't stop!" Portia used a hand to dive for her chest, making Bessie cringe and writhe below her, pulse rising and heat building as soon as her fingers touched her, it increasing as her hand went lower, lower, and lower. "Ooh yes. Go lower, between...my legs!" Bessie spread her legs wider. "Well, well, well! Look like someone is wanting thanks early this year, and a lot of it!" Mocked Portia, in her usual snotty brattish tone. "I never knew you were such a naughty girl!" Laughed Portia using her free hand to silence the tortured slave, her other, working her stomach, all the while continuing to suckle her throat. Finally, she brushed over her fingers of a now quite moist Bessie, that simple touch alone, enough to make Bessie jump and moan. Feeling just how wet she was by now, Portia longed for her taste, however, taunting and torturing Bessie was, just to much fun! Descending her, she could tell she was in for a good cleaning! A winded voice spoke to her. "P, Por, Portia." Said a red faced Bessie, toes curling, fingers quivering, in need of much attention. "Lick me. Lick me...like you did...before! Please! I, I need it! Please Portia!" Portia was amazed! She had touched her, stroked her, rubbed her, penetrated her and licked her, and she was STILL in heat and waiting! "Oh Bessie!" Portia said pretending like she didn't even hear her. "You sure know how to keep it slow and steady! If I were to be doing this to Gwen, she would have already burst!" With that, she inserted two fingers and resumed her mouth over her throat. With each stroke of her tongue, her fingers would work their magic on her, sending Bessie into a fit of writhing squirming heap of agony, as she continued to shout her name through her fingers. Portia found it somewhat erotic for her feeling the tongue of Bessie brushing over her fingers, as the others were dancing and playing down the block in a warm swamp of fluids. To make matters far worse, Portia also would alternate, with first, a lick over her throat, and the magic of her fingers one right after the other, a miserable mixture for Bessie. There was no time to relax or cope, not even a split second to take a short break. Now, was hyperventilating, unable to keep up with everything, everything that she was doing to her. She even went into thirds! Using her fingers between her, a hand over her tender chest, and teeth and tongue, all at once. Though, as Portia grew more cunning, hand wasn't working for her. So, she released Bessie's mouth, and silenced her with a sealed kiss. Now, both hands were freed. Making another go at her chest, she used her thumb and middle to attack her small lobes of flesh at her top, her other finally, reaching their destination. Still nibbling at the her throat, Portia gave her a moan as Bessie flinched and gasped, Portia obviously finding her sweet spot between her, causing the older female to release from her kiss, longing to hear Bessie. "Portia! Oh Portia...yes!" Her spine arched. "You are just loving this, aren't you Bessie?" Portia sneered, giving her wicked smile. The only thing she could do was whimper and cry a little as Portia played with her insides, as another occasionally hit her exposed little pulsing bud. Her lower lip quivered, and she gritted her teeth to prevent a scream she felt building inside. The ten year old decided this was a good time to continue with her oral assault. She could tell Bessie was in a bit of pain, but she knew she was in for a lot more torture in just a few seconds!

"Don't get too excited over my fingers Bessie!" Snarled Portia, licking away her juices from her fingers. "I...we, still have a lot of...fun to catch up on!" Bessie's eyes popped open. "We don't want to be waking anyone else up! Stay as quiet as you can!" Portia ordered, lowering herself. "Portia. Wait!" "What is it now Messie?" Portia snarled, disappointed to the point of mocking her name. "I just, wanted to say...thank..." Portia cut her off. "Don't thank me now! I've still got a lot of work to do!" She took a moment to get a very good sniff of her regions. "Oh. If you need to, use this! It will help drown out the screams." Portia said, throwing her the blanket. "Okay, but please, hurry! It felt so good!" Portia bent down, slowly, savoring Bessie's longing. Finally, a stroke from her tongue, however, Portia skillfully evaded her pleasure spots. She willed to torment her, really get her begging before she pleasured her to her potential. A moan from Bessie, eyes closed, fingers digging into the hay. "Portia...do that again." There was a slight quiver in her voice, and her legs parted out of sheer instinct. Portia was amazed! For such a young girl, she was willing to do this! Just that alone was enough for Portia to give her several more lappings, the young girl moaning louder at each contact, until she gave a shriek of grave agony when she hit one of her tender sensitive areas. Her entire body lifted from the sudden invasion, pleasure and pain, all wrapped into one. Her cry settled into a dull droning moan, and gasping soon followed. "Portia!" Called the small child, voice hushed and strained with sexual pain, her eyes even rolled into the back of her head slightly. Portia went pink in the face, hearing her name being used in such a seductive manner, knowing she had been forcing Bessie to feel an insane amount of pleasure, giving herself a smile of pride. It had been a while since she heard anyone use her name in that emotion, and coming from a bitter rival at that! It was normally Gwen whom she heard call out her name with such emotion, and hearing it from Bessie, was all too flattering! It began to ring in her ears, she marveled and relished the moment, hearing Bessie calling her name, and all at her will! She still held her fist of power, and continued to enslave her, lick by lick. More moaning, it was getting higher and more powerful, growing into a light yelling. She knew she would be hers, from this moment forward! "Oh Portia! Portia! Yes Portia! Please...faster!" Bessie called out, trying her best to keep from screaming and had to use her conscious mind to prevent herself from moving too much. Portia picked up her pace, now going as fast as she could. By this point, Bessie was glistening in a light of sweat, the moonlight making her naked body shine as if to be some precious jewel.

Portia now hit all of her right areas, or, maybe more so appropriate, all of her of wrong areas. Bessie began to fall into a screaming fit, her eyes boiling over with tears. With that, Portia shoved the blanket over her face, penetrating her mouth, and quieting her. It was still horribly loud none the less! Bessie didn't have that kind of control by now, to think rationally anymore. Every single one of the animals stood around watching, some of them, even getting aroused at the scent of heavenly odors in the air, the animals, only sending their scents into the musky air. Bessie was now suffering so much, Portia had to hold down her legs just to prevent her head from being thrashed about! Portia could sense she was in agonizing pain, but that surly didn't stop her! She penetrated, leading her hot tongue inside, causing Bessie to fall into seizure of immense suffering, screaming and crying her name through her vocal restraint, leading Portia to do her worst torture to her yet! Tongue still inside, she managed to run it against her most sensitive nerves, and Bessie, as if to be some abused and starving infant, sobbed at this contact, screaming as loud as she could, biting down upon the blanket as if to be some sort of victim undergoing some unreasonable and horrendous torture...and, she was. All Bessie could was scream. She couldn't relax! Her body was sent trembling out of her control, mind clouded, body suffering and sore, sensitive to any touch. Bessie groaned in response. "You beat Gwen by a long shot, Messie!" Bessie turned red. "No...need for...name calling!" She panted, through moans as Portia started to move her index and middle out and within her moist cavity, her tongue still whipping at her swab of sensitive flesh. "No. I mean it! You're soaking!" Pushing her fingers into her further, she opened her up, to take a peek at just how much liquid she had been accumulating. "Looks like I'll be having an early Thanksgiving feast!" With that, she inserted her wet and well lubricated bit of flesh, making Bessie squirm like a worm that had been dropped on a red hot coal. Bessie was in fact scared of the cannibalism, but she realized she wouldn't have to slaughter her like the traditional Turkey, hopefully!

Bessie had to cover her mouth to prevent her deafening screams from reaching the ears of her fellow Honey Bee members, or as to not scare the animals, all of them watching and sniffing the air, some even spilling over themselves just by watching. "OH PORTIA!" Bessie screamed, from behind the blue fabric that she held over her mouth. Portia responded, licking her harder. "PORTIA! PORTIA! IT FEELS...SO GOOD!" Bessie screamed, pulling on her hair. Not even the sharp splintering of tearing roots of hair could rip her away from her suffering regions. "Duh! Like I don't know that!" Sneered Portia playfully. Just as she bent down, Bessie gave her a muffled scream. Just the thought of her licking her was enough to get her fire burning. Her scream only strained when she felt tongue scraping over her most sensitive nerves. That was too much for her. She started to cry again. "Aw! You're crying again! Did I hit a nerve? Poor Bessie!" She mocked, in her typical snobby tone. This time, not only did she continue licking, she inserted three of her fingers, and went about a rhythmic push and pull. "You had better suck it up! I'm not stopping for anything!" Again, she would alternate, once a lick, then a thrust of fingers, to slowly get the movements back in synch again, all the while, Bessie continuing to cry and sob above her. Finally, she was screaming her loudest through the blanket, her tears and sweat wetting it, just like her feminine entrance. Portia knew it was the time. She now licked and even suckled on her throbbing organs, using her teeth for new stimulations, nibbling on her a bit, hands coming up to find that spot on her throat, and chest, and in one solid motion, hands, lips, teeth and tongue, Bessie released a blood curdling cry, her eyes rolling into her head, breaking into a hot sweat, her body flailing, covering Portia with her hot female scented fluids, heart pounding agonizingly against her ribcage, to the point she feared it would burst open, like her over stimulated female glands. Portia had to place a firm hand over her mouth to silence her suffering screams of pure agonized pleasure. Portia was eager, and lapped all of it from her still hot entrance, Bessie thrashing about, still overblown by the sensations. At last, she began to settle, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, lungs aflame, sore and dry. Portia came to her level, being sure to make her agonizing experience as long as possible. "I have a feeling...you really enjoyed that." Portia said, still stroking her with her fingers, savoring the liquids, but not before parting Bessie's lips and giving her a taste of her own medicine, which, at first, seemed as if she would vomit out every organ in her body, and finally, she engulfed it down. "Yes! Yes! At least...I think I did!" Bessie stared her in the eyes, and suddenly, found herself locked within her mouth, as Bessie drew in for a kiss. It went on for about a minute, and finally they departed. "What was that for Stinkenbottom?" Portia teased, yet still, shocked as to how she had kissed her. "Just...thankful for...that wonderful...experience." Said Bessie, still winded. "You're more than welcome." Portia purred, lapping away the salty waters that ran down her face, licking over her mouth and two buck teeth, to engage in a quick kiss once more, wrapping her arms over her. "You had better put your clothes back on, just in case anyone comes in here." "Good idea." With that, she took her advice, and clothed herself, and Portia was still next to her, loving her scent and her touch. "Sweet dreams...Bessie." Portia whispered in a sickingly sweet and seductive voice, going under her dress, running her hands over her chest and stomach. "You too Portia." With that, Bessie fell fast asleep, Portia still eyeing her. She held the blanket, it smelling of Bessie and her sweet sweat and salty tears, and she too fell into a slumber, erotic, warm and sweet.