Everything started off innocently enough. It was barely a shadow of a thought as Katya lay on her bed reading an erotica novel. As she turned page after page she became painfully aware of the ever growing tightness in her jeans. By the end of the short story and a few Kleenexes later, she had started to form a plan in her mind.
It wasn't the first time she had come up with this plan. She just never had the courage to follow it through. She'd known her crush since freshman year. Since that moment she knew she liked girls the way her grandparents said she should like boys.
Katya's parents had died while on a cruise. Luckily for her, custody wasn't granted to her grandparents. Abram and Rose Zamolodchikova had left instructions in their will for Katya to be raised by Rose's favorite cousin Michelle Visage. Rose didn't want her daughter being raised under the ridiculously strict and prejudiced household she was raised in, especially with the unique physiology the girl was born with.
Michelle accepted her niece for everything wonderful that she was and frequently encouraged her to at least try and win the heart of her crush. But despite how popular Katya became in high school, even earning a reputation of having a way with the ladies, she remained rather shy where her crush was concerned. Her best friend Willam had encouraged her for years to confess her love but she wouldn't dare.
Willam was built like she was, so she understood Katya's reaction. It was the same reaction she had when she met another girl by the name of Courtney. But Willam was not as shy as Katya with her crush, not by a long shot. She started dating Courtney a week after they met in freshman year and they were still together. Katya, Willam, Courtney and Katya's crush, Trixie Mattel had all ended up being good friends.
The blonde waited until the weekend and picked three random girls. The first girl ended up having a movie marathon in her dorm room, so she had to be skipped. But the second girl, Katya caught her coming out of the shower. The long-haired girl had been a bit scared at first. Anyone would be if they stepped out of the shower and saw a figure in black sitting on their bed. Katya didn't say anything. She simply stared at the girl and studied her facial expressions. The girl, whose name was Violet, shivered slightly. Water was dripping from her hair and she was only wrapped in a thin towel. Confusion was in her eyes as she looked at the lit candles and smelled their sweet scent. Her questioning eyes then landed on Katya.
"A-are you g-gonna hurt me?" she asked timidly.
Katya rose from the bed and walked until she stood directly in front of Violet. She slowly raised her hand so as not to alarm the girl and gently cupped her face. She shook her head as she wiped away a trail of wetness that she knew wasn't water from the girl's cheek.
"No baby," she began with a husky smokiness in her tone, "I just want to make you feel better."
Katya started slowly, kissing the girl on her forehead then peppering her face with more kisses. She moved to her lips and stayed there until she felt the other girl's hand slide over her shoulder and behind her neck. She picked the girl up and carried her bridal style to her bed. She removed the girl's towel and lavished her body with her mouth and tongue until she exploded from the attack Katya's tongue was waging on her clit. Violet fell asleep right after whispering a barely audible thank you. Katya blew out the candles and crawled back through the window she came in, shimmied back down the drain pipe and headed across campus to another girl she'd observed during the week. And just because she had the time and was beginning to very much enjoy her work, she visited three more girls that night alone. Saturday night she did the same thing and each encounter ended much like the first had. One of the girls had stayed awake just long enough to ask her for her name. She already had one foot dangling out the window when she looked back at the brunette with a smirk on her face.
"They call me the Pussy Snatcher. Tell your friends about me." And with that said she was gone.
Dela did exactly what Katya asked. After waking up from her orgasm induced sleep, she Tweeted about the Pussy Snatcher.
By Monday morning campus was all a buzz with stories of the Pussy Snatcher. How gentle he was, how sexy his husky voice was, how absolutely amazing his tongue felt. Katya giggled when Courtney and a friend of hers, who happened to be none other than Violet, had started talking about it with one of their study groups. Courtney asked why no one knew what he looked like and Violet said his face was covered. All she could see was his eyes and mouth.
The funny thing was that Trixie and Willam were in a study group a few tables over from Katya and Courtney's. Unbeknownst to each group they were talking about the same thing. Willam turned her head to look at her blonde best friend, a knowing smirk forming on her face. The only reason all the girls thought Katya was a guy was because of the hardness they felt between her legs as she slid down their bodies. Willam surmised that Katya probably wrapped her breasts to conceal them and most likely didn't let any of the girls touch her intimately. Katya felt eyes on her and she looked down the row of tables and locked eyes with Willam. Seeing the smirk on the girl's face Katya just knew Willam had figured her out. She looked away when she felt her phone buzz and shook her head smiling as she read the text.
'So Pussy Snatcher, you practicing for your woman?' – W
'Something like that.' – K
'Bout damn time you got in the game huh?" – W
'Yeah yeah.' – K
'Oh & for the record, she thinks this Pussy guy is kinda awesome.' – W
Katya smiled as she put her phone away and rejoined the conversation at hand. She would eventually work her way up to the sexy curvy woman she desired. But until then she'd continue to let the mystique of the Pussy Snatcher woo the women of campus, particularly one, Trixie Mattel.
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Sorry, I suck at this lmao.
And remember, STAN Trixie bitch ♥ #TeamTrixie
