First Time for Everything (Collab)

Good evening, y'all! I'm moving tomorrow, but first, I thought I'd drop off this finished collab with my good buddy Rashkah (rashkah_NSFW on Twitter), who commissioned a rough sketch and then did a marvelous job coloring it~! Thank you, holy shit, you worked some MAGIC with these colors, fuck!!

Rashkah chose to sponsor an OC-specific prompt off the list I made a while back -- Austin (he/him) punishes Rashkah's OC Lila (she/her) for sneakily stealing weed from the Maverick growhouse. Thanks for doing that, bud, this was tons of fun!! 

The blurb for this one got uh... a little out of hand... and turned into a short story! So, this is a two-fer tonight!~ While Twitter may get the visual art, FA will have to wait for the story for at least a week. Thank you all for joining me here yet another month -- you seriously fucking rock!! <3

---------------------------------------------------------------

"I'll blow you if you keep quiet."

It was hard to imagine the air in the greenhouse getting any more stifling than it already was, but Austin felt himself growing hot under the collar as his friend Lila approached. She had been uncharicteristically late for tucker, and, thinking she'd just been hard at work & missed hearing the supper bell, Austin had come to fetch her.

Turns out, she'd been hard at work with something, alright. Tasked with measuring out dried flower for delivery to the dispensary, Lila had been removing the loose shake from each pop-top canister and sprinkling a bit of hay shavings in -- then sweeping the loose cannabis into a freezer baggie to take home for herself.

The blatant theft caught Austin off-gaurd. The recent quality complaints from local dispensaries suddenly made sense. 

"Come on, man." The raccoon sidled up to him, fiddling with his shirt. "Let me do a little something for you. Just forget this ever happened."

"This don't feel right," Austin said. He didn't feel especially threatened, but he did feel confused. The obvious solution was to report her, but it seemed like a stupid thing to get a friend fired for. What to do with someone so unrepentantly reckless, though?

And then, it came to him.

"What if I punished you myself?"

Lila paused. "Oh?"

"Yeah. I'll feel better keeping my mouth shut if I know something was done about it."

The raccoon regarded him coyly, one eyebrow slightly cocked. "You wanna punish me, huh?"

Austin felt his face growing hot. "I-I mean, you're too new here. If I told a manager, they wouldn't whup you, you'd just get fired."

"A spankin', huh?" She laughed when Austin visibly flushed. "Okay."

"O-okay?"

"Yeah. How do you wanna do this, then, big guy?"

Austin froze momentarily. He halfway hadn't expected her to go for it. How DID he want to do this? He'd never done this before -- the thought had barely even crossed his mind. The decisions he now had to make overwhelmed him. He suddenly appreciated Lightning's confidence. How on God's green Earth did that guy always seem to know exactly what to do in this scenario?

And that's when it hit him... What would Lightning do?

The donkey pictured the tall, dark stallion in his mind -- the way he carried himself when he was trying to be stern, the disapproving look on his face, everything -- and willed his body to mirror it. Catching Lila by the arm as Lightning had done to him time and time again, he pulled his friend towards an open work table, sitting on it and pulling her across one knee.

Lila giggled as she fell across his lap. It was fun seeing her friend like this... especially since new tops were so easy to fluster. Feeling him tugging at her waistband, she lifted her hips to help him out. His hand was quick to fall on her bare ass, the strong smack making her cry out with a cute: "Oooh~!"

Picturing the last time he'd gone over Lightning's knee, Austin did his best to mimic what he'd felt the horse do to his own ass -- a steady staccato, alternating cheeks every other slap. He quickly had his friend wiggling against him.

"So eager! How long have you been wanting to do this, huh?"

Austin blushed. Truth be told, Lila had a great ass, and although he'd honestly never thought about it like this, well... he didn't mind the excuse to see it up close and personal. He'd always wondered what tops got from a scene. As Lila's cheeks danced under his hand, turning more and more pink, he started to understand.

"Well, if yer talkin' back..."

He laid into one cheek repeatedly, smacking her hard. Though she'd been fairly stoic up until now, Lila's legs began to stiffen, shortly before her feet began to move. He recognized her behavior from his own personal experience -- that was what it looked like when someone was trying to distract themselves. She was definitely feeling it now.

When he was satisfied at how much he'd managed to crack her armor with the last volley, Austin decided to let her know he meant business by locking her legs with his own, removing her ability to distract herself before moving on to the next cheek. It wasn't long before Lila started biting her lip coyly to hold back her cute involuntary noises.

Austin stifled the grin that was threatening to spread across his face. Hey... this was pretty fun!

Surprised at how much smacking her stung his own hand, he found himself thinking it was remarkably similar to the sensation of having your bare bottom whacked -- so it stood to reason that whatever he was feeling probably reflected whatever Lila was feeling on the recieving end. Her cheeks were turning a nice, solid red, the individual handprints now indistinguishible. 

With how much she was wiggling, bucking her hips into his leg, he could tell she was probably reaching her limit. Uninterested in actually hurting his friend, he quickly cast for ways to finish up.

"What do ya think, Lila," he said, continuing to smack. "Gonna stop stealin'?"

Lila failed to answer, but judging by the way she tightened her grip on the edge of the table, she was at least on the fence of a 'yes'.

"I'm wearin' my belt, I could get that out-"

"-No!" Lila laughed. "I get it, I get it. I'll stop."

"Good!"

Feeling a little cheeky, he finished up with a solid five smacks on the tops of her thighs. The way it made her squeal in surprise tore down his own gaurd and brought a smile to his face. When he was finished with her, he patted her butt, removed his leg from hers, and helped her stand.

Surprisingly, she also had a smile on her face -- as well as a healthy blush. Though she was clearly doing her best to hide how effective the punishment had been mentally, the way she was rubbing her bottom after pulling her pants back up told him everything.

He grinned at her. "Betcha weren't expectin' that!"

She laughed. "Since when did you become a top?"

That made him snort. "For real though, like. Not sure if it's a money thing or if you just wanted shit to smoke, but I'm always willing to share a toke, or put in a good word for ya for a raise. Don't just jump straight to bullshit. They take care of us 'round here, you know that." 

Lila blushed, looking away.

"...Wow, that's gotta be the first time I've ever seen you look sorry for anything! Damn, I'm good!"

That earned him a playful punch to the arm. "Fuck off!"

Staring her down with a twinkle in his eye, Austin started to unbuckle his belt.

Lila squealed and flounced away, giggling. "Oi! Joking!"

Austin laughed as he hopped up and followed his friend out the door, still buzzing with excitment about his new discovery.