This was written as practice using tags voted for by my buddies. 

Synopsis: An Anon meets with his elf childhood buddy at an anime convention. Why does he look like that?

Tags: Prose, short and sweet, dubious consent, trap, bullying, gentle femdom, cowgirl

“Anon! Hey dude!” Anon glanced around. The convention center was packed. Anime weebs, totally not like him. “Anon! Over here!” Was Erin behind that cute cowgirl? She was dressed like Loreli from the Neumagh anime. Nice legs. Anon froze as she met his eyes and walked over. She looked familiar. “Like my outfit?” Anon blinked. Oh. That was Erin. 
“Erin? Why are you dressed… like that?” Anon did a double take. Erin’s freckled face scrunched in a weird expression. “Does it look bad? I worked hard copying her look from pictures.” He turned around and showed off how well his daisy dukes fit. A fit ample backside was all Anon saw. Anon coughed and looked away. “L-looks good. Weird choice is all.” Erin had never been the most masculine elf, and well, elves weren’t super masculine to begin with. 
“It’s been a while huh!” Erin said as he stepped forward and wrapped Anon in a tight hug. Anon inhaled and relaxed, hugging Erin back. His chest felt weird. Compact but soft. “Still doing your pushups?” Erin stepped back and flexed an arm. Lean muscle, if not a little thin. “Every day! Come on! The Hunters panel is starting! I want one of those super cute Prye hamster hoodies!”

“Season two of Hunters was weird when the writer put that one character in. Don’t remember his name. Traps are pretty gay, I honestly don’t see the appeal.” Anon choked on his drink. “Yeah traps are pretty gay.” This wasn’t good. Not good. “Pretty funny you say that, h-haha.” 
    Erin slurps his milkshake and tilts his head, ears wiggling a little. “Dammit dammit dammit that’s not cute.” Anon furiously thought. 
“Why do you say that?” Anon coughed. Is Erin messing with him? “Though. I think I could see the appeal in pairing one up with a taller, stronger girl. A flipped dynamic. Where she can do anything. She. Wants.” Erin grinned wide, and Anon felt the tip of a cowgirl boot brush his thigh under the table. “Maybe we could go back to the hotel early, and I can show you what I mean.” Erin slid a keycard across the table for Anon. Anon felt like he was falling, spinning. His hand shook and he laughed nervously.
 
“I-I don’t like men.”

Erin made an odd noise. An oddly feminine noise. It sounded hurt. “I- I what? What?” Anon immediately felt bad. “I mean you look good and all. Weirdly good. I mean I’m not into men but you pull the feminine look off.” Erin looked even worse at that. He rose and left. 

Anon knocked on the bathroom door. He had gotten back to the hotel room after Erin who had locked himself in. “Erin. Do you want to talk?” The door clicked, and opened. The Loreli costume was on the floor, save the gunbelt and hat. Erin stood nearly naked. He. No. She looked at him with puffy red eyes. She was muscular and lean, very well built. Soft thighs and hips. A pair of black underwear  “Wha–”
Next thing he knew he was on his back on the bed. She had dragged him over and tossed him on. He tried to rise but couldn’t. She spun a key ring around her finger. “You know she carried handcuffs. I wonder if she did this too, with her Anon.” 

“You’re a she?”

“No shit. I wanted to see you so badly, show myself off to you, and what do I get?”

He yelped as she leapt on top of him, straddling his chest. “Well. I see what I get. I get to show you what I was talking about, you asshole.” She slid down his body and ground on his lap. Anon groaned as he felt a wet heat through his jeans. “I liked you for so long. I was never girly. You probably thought I was just some twink huh?” She ground her crotch against his with new vigor. 
    Anon opened his mouth to answer and gasped as something tasting of blackberry and pine was stuffed in, gagging him. Her panties. With every breath he could taste and smell her elf scent. It was intoxicating. It and her newly revealed womanhood grinding into his lap quickly caused a reaction. “Oh, look at that. It looks like I’m woman enough for the man who never even noticed.” He noticed now that her dark blonde pubes had been shaven into the shape of a heart. Had she really been propositioning him? Had she liked him this entire time. He looked up at her face. She was cute. Pretty even. Her eyes were a deep blue and her cheeks were dusted with freckles. The freckles covered her chest and shoulders as well. 
Anon’s enchantment was interrupted by a new cool breeze as she freed his erection from his pants. This cool breeze was quickly replaced with a hot wetness as she slammed her crotch down, and ground herself back and forth along his length. He gasped at the new amazing sensation, inhaling more of her scent. His head was heavy, like he was drunk. He dazedly looked back down as he felt a hand grip his manhood and stand it up. He watched her spread herself over him and slide downwards. His toes curled as she slid down centimeter by agonizing centimeter. It was agonizing. She was so tight and hot and wet that he couldn’t distinguish pain from pleasure in that instant. He heard her grunt and forced himself back from the edge. She kept pushing, teeth gritted, until her soft ass rested against his lap. 
She inhaled deep and lifted herself up slow, before slamming back down with a clap. Anon yelled into the gag in pleasure as she repeated the move again and again. “Look at you, l-loving every second. I was going to give you this. Because I never stopped loving you.” She gritted her teeth and gasped, slamming herself up and down until he felt her clench every muscle in her body in climax. The sensation turned his vision white and threw him headfirst over the edge. He bucked his hips up as deep as he could go and erupted inside of her. Their fluids mixed and soaked his pelvis where her wild riding hadn’t. She cried out and went limp, falling forwards to lay atop him. 
They lay there for what felt like forever. Her breathing slow. “D-dammit. What did I do.” She looked down at Anon. Tears ran down her cheeks as she began apologizing. She pulled her panties from his mouth, sobbing. “Bad by the door.” Anon croaked out. She stopped, and on shaking legs went to the bag. She pulled the hoodie out. “Uncuff me. We have a lot to talk about.”
She lay there with him for a while, eventually, laughter began. They had the room for 3 more nights, and they would have to make up for lost time.