November/December 2024 Microfics

Come to Bed

Brat Taming, Lesbian, Fingering, Size Difference

"Just let me finish this level!"

Marina rolled her eyes. Kelly had barely looked away from that damn game all week, and it was almost two in the morning. She came up behind the calico's desk chair and rubbed her shoulders. "C'mon sweetie, you've been at it for eight hours," the panther cooed, planting a kiss atop Kelly's head. "Your eyes need a rest."

Kelly didn't even acknowledge the comment, her eyes glued to the boss fight she was engaged in. Marina's eyes narrowed. "Oh, is that how it's gonna be?" she asked, her voice husky. She looked down, and she saw Kelly smirking. "Alright you little fucking brat," she said. "I tried to give you an easy way out."

She grabbed Kelly under the arms and lifted her out of the chair, tossing her over her shoulder and heading for their bedroom. The calico squeaked as she dropped the controller, her oversized hoodie falling over her head. "Hey, stop!" she cried. "I was almost done!" The panther paid her no mind, carrying her into bed and throwing her down on their pile of pillows and stuffed animals.

"Is that how you talk to me, cupcake?" Marina hissed, pulling Kelly's arms up over her head. The calico's cheeks burned red as she squirmed under her Mistress. She pinned both of the sub's forepaws in one of her own, using the free paw to pull up the sweatshirt. As usual, Kelly had nothing on underneath.

"Such a dirty little whore for your Mistress, aren't you?" Marina taunted, slipping two fingers in her sub's cunt. "Already soaking wet for me, always keeping her pretty little holes available for me. Almost like you're asking for it, aren't you?" Kelly tugged on Marina's grip, but found no purchase. Just like always.

Marina slipped a third finger into Kelly's pussy and buried her tongue in her throat, feeling the calico's moans vibrate through her mouth. "I love it when you act up," Marina growled. "Just gives me the perfect excuse to take you apart." Kelly wasn't struggling against her Mistress' pin anymore, all she could do was hump against her paw and take what she had coming.

Kelly's breath hitched and her thrusts grew shorter. "Aww, is my pretty little princess going to cum for me?" Marina asked. "Is she going to soak my fingers?" Kelly nodded and threw her head back, only for her Mistress to pull out at the last second.

"Wh-HEY!" Kelly whined, but the elk just stuck the three fingers in her mouth and laughed. "You don't get to cum tonight, brat," she said. "You want to finish? Do as you're fucking told."

Kelly pouted, but she still obligingly sucked her juices off Marina's fingers.

END

Down By the Sea

Macro/Micro, Paw Worship, Bondage

Marcus licked his ice cream cone as he walked down by the beach, sun beating off of his dark green scales. It was the bearded dragon's first day off in more than a week, so he figured he might as well spend it on his favorite activity. He glanced down at his feet, smirking at the faces and wagging tails he saw peeking out from under his toes.

It never took long for the thirty-foot tall lizard to find furs interested in fulfilling his desires. He found that most of them had, at minimum, an affinity for beings of his stature, and many of them would go weak at the knees just from seeing him. Once he knelt down and whispered in their ears that they would look better soaked in his sweat, they'd end up tripping over themselves to get beneath his feet.

This crowd was a pack of puppies, six in all. They were in town for spring break, and they did little to hide what brought them to an area so full of giant lizards. The leader of them, a cute little corgi named Clay, had even come up to him to ask if his scales needed polishing. His five buddies all looked just as invested in the answer, if the bulges in their tiny shorts were anything to go by.

Their clothes all lay in a forgotten pile at least a mile back, and Marcus had felt all six dogs cum at least once since he set off on his stroll. Each was bound around one of his toes, licking as best they could all over, while humping restlessly against him. Marcus' one condition for granting them their treat was that they would stay bound to his toes for the duration of his walk. Silly little pups didn't even think to ask how long that would be!

Two of them were now whining, clearly overstimulated, but couldn't bring themselves to ask for a break, or even stop humping. "I hope you puppies are enjoying the ride down there," Marcus said, drawing excited little shivers out of his pack of captives. "You'll be cleaning all that cum off of my toes once we get back!"

That alone was enough to draw out a few more orgasms, accompanied by adorable little howls. Clay had already cum four times, and he didn't show any signs of slowing down. Marcus stopped and dropped to a knee, looking the corgi right in his red, blushing face.

"You, I might just end up keeping," he said, smirking as the corgi's eyes went as wide as dinner plates. "How'd you like to be my helpless little captive?" Clay shuddered and nodded while his buddies looked on enviously.

"Whoops, guess that's five!"

END

Lay Still

Bondage, Trans, "Forced" HRT

"Wait, wait, wait, stop!"

Tera sighed and sat back on her heels, straddling her bound-up girlfriend. The otter lay spread-eagle on the bed, paws secured in comfy fabric cuffs, sniffling. "I can't do it," she whined. "It's gonna hurt!"

"It's just a little pinch, cupcake," Tera cooed, caressing the otter's side. "I promise it doesn't hurt that badly." The ferret gently rolled a small patch of Autumn's skin between two of her claws. "That's all it is. Way easier than getting a vaccine." Autumn squirmed and tugged on her bonds, but they held firm.

Tera's face hardened. "Sweetheart, you asked me to tie you down to make sure you took this shot," she said, and Autumn's eyes went wide. "So I am going to make damn sure you take this shot, and you cannot do a thing to stop me." Autumn's cock twitched between her legs despite her weak protests, and Tera smirked. "You're going to make such a beautiful girl, sweetheart.

Without further ado, Tera poked the needle into Autumn's tummy, pulling a wince out of the bound otter. "Relax," the ferret commanded as she pushed the plunger. "Hard part's over, just hold still." Autumn whined but obliged, and before she knew it, the needle was out and Tera applied a small bandage to the puncture. "All done!" Tera chirped, and Autumn felt like she was glowing.

"Th that's it?" the otter squeaked. Tera nodded, and pleasure rushed over Autumn's whole body. Suddenly she processed what just happened to her. "I... I'm a girl..." she whispered, squirming around in her cuffs. "I'm a girl. I'm a girl! I'M A GIRL!" Her exclamations trailed off into a moan as Tera got up on her knees and sat on Autumn's cock in one well-practiced motion.

"That's right, honey!" Tera said as she rode. "You are a girl! A beautiful girl swimming with beautiful girl hormones, and now you get your reward!" Autumn could barely hear her at this point. "Topping" Tera while tied down to their bed was just about her favorite activity, and it had never felt quite this good before. The otter felt like she was flying.

Tera locked a paw around Autumn's throat, squeezing tight enough that the otter girl's body was tingling. "Good... girl," the ferret grunted, her girlfriend's cock hammering against her g-spot. "Right... there! Just like that!" The ferret clenched around Autumn's cock, trying to draw a load out. She didn't have to wait long.

Autumn squealed as she shot deep in Tera's cunt, bucking against her bonds. Once the ferret was absolutely sure she'd pulled out every last drop of cum in Autumn's balls, she released her neck and collapsed atop her.

"That's what good girls get for taking their medicine."

END

Alarm Clock

Forced Anal, Breeding, Size Difference

Alex rolled his eyes. He'd told his boyfriend to get up for their trip five times over the last half hour, and yet the ermine was still out cold in their bed. The small smile on his face seemed taunting to the crocodile. Normally that cute little grin was adorable and made Alex want to snuggle him until he popped, but now Blaze's smirk felt like a dare.

"Last chance, small fry," the croc growled, running a claw down the ermine's back. "Up now and start packing, or face the consequences." Blaze didn't even flinch, snuggling up to his stuffed bear. Alex rolled his eyes. "Your funeral." He grabbed the bottle of lube off their bedside table and dripped a healthy amount onto his cock. "Let's see how much you're smiling now."

He got behind Blaze, almost spooning him, and pulled him into a headlock. The ermine stirred, almost like his body knew what was coming. It wasn't like this was the first time Alex had resorted to drastic actions to rouse his boyfriend. He pressed his head against Blaze's hole, and when the ermine still didn't stir, he pushed inside.

Blaze's eyes flashed open and he let out a strangled scream, but Alex just squeezed his neck tighter and kept pushing. "I gave you so many chances honey," Alex growled, enjoying the feeling of the ermine's tight hole around his cock. "But we have to get going, and I need to make sure you're nice and aware." Blaze tried to protest, but Alex just snared both his arms in one huge mitt and kept going. He glanced down at his boyfriend's cock, and smirked when he saw it standing at attention and dripping wet.

"You little fucking whore," he taunted. "Getting violated by a big, dangerous predator and all you can do is leak? Maybe this should just be how I wake you up now." Alex could feel Blaze's hole straining to take his eleven inches, and it just made him harder. He relaxed the chokehold enough to let the ermine breathe, and his boyfriend let out a shaky, gasping, moan.

"I'm s s sorry Daddy!" Blaze whined, grinding back against Alex's cock. "I'll never do it agaaaiiinnn..." Alex rolled his eyes and clamped his hand over Blaze's mouth, pistoning his cock in and out of the ermine's hole.

"I don't need your input right now, toy," he growled. "You had your fucking chance. Shut the fuck up and take my cock." Blaze nodded and moaned into Alex's hand, relaxing in his grip. "That's what I fucking thought."

Alex felt his orgasm approaching, pulled his boyfriend flush against his chest and bit down on his ear. "I think I'm going to be your alarm clock from now on, little slut. How do you like that?" Blaze's eyes rolled back in his head and he shot all over his chest, his cock untouched. The croc grinned and unleashed his load, swelling his boyfriend's belly with cum.

END

Detoxified

Femdom, Edging, Blackmail

"Please... please... I'll do anything..."

Alyssa laughed, standing at the foot of Sam's bed in just her little black dress. "You'll do anything?" The redhead laughed as the musclebound jackass from the bar struggled against the ropes she'd wrapped around his wrists and ankles. "And what exactly can you do right now, hm? Squirm? Beg like a pathetic little boy? I thought you were this big, strong Alpha male!"

Sam's eight inches stood rock-hard at attention, a bead of precum forming at the tip. "Some Alpha male you are," Alyssa said, just about purring with satisfaction. "Letting a, what was it you said, 'dumb little slut', get you tied up and begging for her pussy? Just imagine what your meathead buddies would think." She grabbed Sam's phone from his pants pocket and started snapping pictures, while the jock's face just got redder and redder.

"Please! I'm sorry!" Sam whined, sweat beading on his forehead. Alyssa just scoffed and kept taking photos, musing about how she should send them to every contact in his phone. The bound jock tugged on his bonds as hard as he could, but they held firm, keeping him stretched out spread-eagle on his mattress. Alyssa made quite sure he didn't have an ounce of leverage to escape his just desserts.

She finally put down his phone and climbed on top of him, straddling him and letting his cock brush against her panties. "Tell you what, slut," she cooed, making Sam wince. "If you can look me in the eye and tell me you want your freedom more than you want my pussy, I will untie you and never breathe a word of this to anyone." Alyssa gave him a sadistic smirk and pulled her dress over her head in one fluid motion, her breasts perfectly outlined in the moonlight.

"But if you can't tell me that honestly, then you're going to accept that this dumb little slut is smarter and better than you, and you're going to beg for my pussy like the brainless brute you are. Got it?" She barely even finished the sentence before Sam broke.

"Please Miss please, I'm just a dumb boy, you're so much smarter than me, so much better than me, please let me fuck your pussy, I need it, I need it!" His eyes screwed shut as Alyssa burst out laughing.

"Oh my fucking god, you're so pathetic!" she cooed, slipping a finger under the hem of her panties. "Good boy for acknowledging the obvious. But let's make one thing very clear." She slipped them down over her hips. "You're not fucking me. I'm fucking that big dumb breeder cock of yours, got it?"

Sam nodded hard, his cock twitching.

"Good boy. Let's begin."

END

Rut

Public, Femdom, Teasing

You squirmed in your chair, fighting not to reach down between your legs. When your naga girlfriend told you she had a fun idea for spicing up date night, this is not what you had in mind! The Viagra she fed you before you left for the restaurant was kicking in, and it took every last drop of willpower you had not to reach down there and paw off in front of everyone!

Azi was usually the one topping you in bed, so you weren't used to this desperate drive to just rut in something. You loved being a bottom! Laying back on the bed, sheets twisted up in your paws, legs in the air as your beautiful naga took what was hers. But this? This was a different kind of pleasure. All-consuming. Entrancing. You can't stop staring at her, thinking about how nice it'll feel to throw her down and give her what's coming to her when you get back from dinner. You get a sly little smirk on your face.

A sly little smirk Azi notices immediately. Suddenly there's a high-heeled shoe in your lap, grinding into your cock. You double over the table, wincing. "I know exactly what's going on in that empty little head of yours," your girlfriend said. "Our playtime tonight isn't going to involve much of you on top, I can promise you that much. You're going to make a lovely dildo."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You're even harder now. You're dripping. There's a clear bulge under your skirt, outlined by a growing wet spot. Azi was back to talking about what looked good on the menu, but you couldn't think about anything but her. The way her deep black scales caught the soft lights in the restaurant. The way her eyes pulsed and sparked with latent power she could flip on full blast whenever she wanted. The way her forked tongue gave you more pleasure than you ever thought possible.

"You're sleeping in the puppy bed tonight."

Your ears perk up. Your tail wags. "B but, that's only for when I'm bad," you whimper, trying to will your cock back down. It doesn't heed your wishes. Why would it? It doesn't belong to you.

"Yeah? What are you going to do, sweetheart? Say no? You're more than welcome to tell me no and sleep in my arms like usual tonight," Azi said, her tongue flicking out. "But if you do tell me no, not only are you not getting inside my pussy tonight, I'm going to deny you access to me all week and keep you so horned up you can't think straight. So what'll it be?"

You gulped and nodded. The puppy bed wasn't so bad.

END

Flat Tire

Public, Blowjob

"Well, as long as we're stuck here we might as well have fun with it."

Alex looked around nervously. There wasn't anyone on the road, and it was going to be at least half an hour until AAA arrived. He and his boyfriend decided to spend their day off going for a drive in the desert, but they weren't expecting a tire blowout in the middle of nowhere. They also weren't expecting their spare to be flat as well, so now it was time for a long wait.

The bat's boyfriend, Caleb, got out of the car and stretched out, then leaned in the open window with a smirk. "C'mon babe," he said, batting his eyelashes. "It'll be fun!" Alex squirmed, his wings twitching behind him. The bat had a bit of an exhibitionist streak, sure, but sucking his cock on the side of the road? Anyone could see! Sure, his cock was hard just at the thought of it, but that didn't mean he was gonna do it!

Caleb noticed his growing bulge and laughed. "Oh come on batty, nobody's gonna see," he said, his tone teasing. "Now get out here and make me feel good, or I'll drag you out and force it down your throat." Alex got so hard he thought he'd pass out.

He climbed out of his door and got on his knees in front of their red sedan. It was eye-catching, nobody would miss them if they drove by. Sure, they could do this on the far side of the car, but Caleb seemed to have his heart set on the most risky prospect, and Alex was no good at disappointing him. It wasn't like he hated it either. His dripping cock certainly indicated he enjoyed the risk of being seen.

"I don't want a clothed bat sucking my cock," Caleb said, that damn self-assured smirk still on his face. "Strip for me." Alex turned so red he swore he could cook an egg on his cheeks, but he obeyed without any protest. The road was still deserted, after all, and Caleb's cock was well worth the price of admission.

Alex stripped out of his t-shirt and sports and got back on his knees, and the look of sheer satisfaction on Caleb's face was enough to just about make him cum on the spot. "Such an obedient little bat," he cooed, stuffing his cock in Alex's muzzle. "Someone really gets off on being a slut in public doesn't he?"

Fuck, did he ever. Alex reached for his cock to stroke, but Caleb kicked his hand away. He gripped his wrists behind his back, his wings fluttering with joy. The bat moaned around his boyfriend's cock, the risk alone enough to bring him to the edge.

"Uh oh, I think I hear a car..."

END

Re-Release

Bondage, Milking, Large Sub/Small Dom

Nyx groaned as they came into the milking sleeve, twitching in their ropes. They'd saved up that load for the last two weeks, and it felt like sheer euphoria unleashing it into the slicked-up silicone tube. Their Mistress ran her fingers through the lion's mane. "Such a good little sub," she cooed. "Just let it out for me."

The bound lion was happy to oblige. Anything the slim selkie ordered them to do, they felt this strange compulsion to obey. She'd dangled this orgasm in front of them like a wounded gazelle for fourteen days, encouraging them to stay denied and pent-up for greater pleasure down the line. It was torturous toward the end, with Nyx unable to think of anything but releasing their load at the selkie's touch, but they obeyed their Mistress' will nonetheless.

The orgasm finally subsided, but the milking machine did not follow suit. Nyx whined into the ballgag locked between their jaws, indicating that they were finished and that the sleeve's continued stimulation was getting quite uncomfortable. But the selkie just gave them that imperceptible smile of hers and made no motion to free them from their predicament.

"I said you'd cum for me, cutie," Mistress whispered, giving them a kiss on the forehead. "I never said how many times you'd cum." All the blood drained from Nyx's face and they started struggling in earnest. They couldn't take overstimulation, not a drop of it. Whenever someone else made them cum, they made them stop touching their cock the moment they finished. They thrashed around, sweat flying off their mane as they begged Mistress for their freedom.

No dice. She just giggled and smacked Nyx's balls, making the lion flinch. Those were tender! "I want to see a majestic beast like you fall apart beneath me," the selkie said, her smile twisting into a vicious grin. "I like turning big, bad predators into desperate pets." Nyx screamed into their gag. The milking sleeve was unrelenting, and their poor, sensitive cock was in agony.

And yet, they had not gotten one bit softer. The suffering melded into pleasure until Nyx couldn't tell one from the other, and their screams slipped into moans. The lion was confused. This was torture... right? Why did it feel so good? They felt overwhelmed and desperate, but Mistress' sadistic gaze just made those feelings intoxicating.

Another orgasm built within the lion, the milking machine working inextricably toward its goal. Nyx feared that Mistress wouldn't be done after the second one either. That look on her face and the wetness between her legs certainly indicated she wouldn't be. The lion howled as the orgasm pushed toward the head of his cock, knowing that all it would bring was further agony.

"Cum for me, my lion," the selkie cooed. "I want to hear you scream some more."

END

Preparations

Formal Kink, Bondage, Dom/Sub, Size Difference

Corey gulped as he read the note taped to the back door of his dom's house. It was a simple list of instructions, but every step of it made him squirm.

Come in and lock the door behind you. Strip and lock your clothes in the wooden chest provided. Put on the rubber suit. Put on the muzzle and padlock it. Lock the handcuffs behind your back, get on your knees, and wait for my arrival.

The red panda throbbed in his tight steel cock cage and bit his lip. The moose waiting inside did so much to make him feel at ease and comfortable with the world of kink that was still so new to him, but this took a level of trust that did not come easily to Corey. He would be totally helpless before Sir so much as touched him, and while that idea was scary, it was also intoxicating.

Corey swallowed his fear and opened the door, finding the necessary supplies waiting on a small end table in front of him. He stripped out of his t-shirt and jeans and put them in the wooden chest, clicking the lock shut with a twitch of his tail. His cage twitched right alongside it, knowing he wouldn't be allowed normal clothes again until Sir deigned to allow it.

Next was the rubber. It was a beautiful piece; it ran from his neck to his ankles, it was perfectly shiny, and it was dusted with talcum powder to help him get inside. He caught a look of himself in the mirror and gasped a little. It hugged every curve of his body and accentuated them. He'd never felt more attractive in his life!

The muzzle went straight on after, and Corey was excited now. The fear was long gone, and he moaned as he slipped the padded leather into place. It held his jaws closed, and with the click of a padlock he was silenced. He picked up the heavy metal handcuffs and looked at them, letting the late afternoon sun glint off the steel. His cock pulsed out a stream of precum and he moaned into the leather muzzle.

Corey knelt and locked one cuff around a wrist, pulling his arms behind his back. He secured the other cuff into place, then moaned again. He tugged on them, but they were much stronger than the lithe fur. He looked in the mirror and his eyes fluttered. Rubbered up, bound, gagged, his caged cock hanging out the open panel on the front of the suit, he looked like a proper submissive slut.

The red panda's ears perked up as he heard heavy footfalls coming down the stairs. The last time he came to the moose's house, he left with a sore hole and bruised balls. He couldn't wait to see what Sir did to him like this.

END

Dessert

Feeding, Bondage, Denial

I set my fork down and sighed happily. Mistress made an amazing dinner for our anniversary; nobody cooks shrimp scampi quite like her. I was about ready to head to bed for the rest of the evening's activities, but Mistress said she had a surprise for me! She went into the garage and came back with the most gorgeous cake I've ever seen. Covered in chocolate and swirled with intricate buttercream designs, my mouth watered all over again.

She cut me a slice and served it up, and I dug in without a second thought. I didn't notice the little smirk on her face. Fuck, it was so good. Warm and moist and rich, I actually moaned out loud once I swallowed the first bite. I went right back in for more, feeling warm pleasure blossom in my stomach. Every bite, it grew stronger.

I finally processed that something was going on once I was about six bites in and the pleasure sharpened into heat. Pure, maddening lust washed over me and I pressed my legs together, my juices running down my legs. I looked up at my Mistress, my eyes full of arousal and fear, and she just took the fork from me and fed me more cake. "Eat up, my darling," she cooed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're getting more once you finish this piece."

She snapped her fingers and deep red leather cuffs materialized from thin air, snagging my wrists and ankles and fastening them to the chair. They forced my legs open, and a matching wine-red silicone cock stuffed my pussy. I should've guessed I wouldn't make it through our anniversary without Mistress flexing her powers on me, but I'm still stunned every time she does it. She fed me another bite, and my eyes fluttered.

I tugged on my bonds as hard as I could, but the magical cuffs held firm. I whined, but all that got me was more cake. A climax built inside me, but it wasn't quite coming out in full. I clenched my pussy muscles, desperate to force it out, but it held firm inside me. "Pl... please Mistress," I panted, giving her the best puppy eyes I could muster. "I'm so close... please."

The only response I got was another forkful of cake. "Mmmm, no," Mistress cooed. "You've got so much more of your dessert to go, sweetheart! You don't get to cum tonight until I decide to release the curse you're eating, and I don't think you've earned it yet." Tears rolled down my cheeks, but Mistress just licked them up with a giggle. The silicone cock hammered against my g-spot as I swallowed more cake.

"That's my good girl. Happy anniversary!"

END

So Soft

Denial, Bondage, Desperation

"Anything? You'll do anything to cum?"

Erica squirmed in her girlfriend's lap and nodded, tugging on her handcuffs. Mallory had kept her on the edge for two hours now, forepaws cuffed behind her back, teasing her girlcock and her mind until the fox was on the verge of tears. Nobody could fuck with her quite like the dominant rabbit, and Erica felt like she was about to burst!

Mallory pulled her paw away and Erica howled. "Yes! Anything, fucking anything, please!" The fox knew this was a terrible idea, Mallory could take promises like that and make them into true torture, but she didn't care anymore. If she had to go another minute in heat like this, she was sure she'd fall apart at the seams.

What she did not expect was for Mallory to pick up Erica's favorite stuffed animal on the bed and rest it on her straining cock. "You may cum your empty little head out, darling, but only on Alexander," she hissed. Erica could hear the vicious smirk on her face, and she whined. Not Alexander, anything but that! She'd had the stuffed alpaca since she was a tiny kit, and she spent every night with him snuggled up in her arms. He'd brought her endless comfort over the years. She couldn't do it!

But fuck... he was so soft. His long, fluffy fur tickled her cock in the best way, sending sparks of pleasure into her mind. Even as the fox whined and begged Mallory for another way to cum, she was already humping. Her pleas and protests trailed off into moans as the stuffed alpaca's fur coaxed out drop after drop of precum. The fox's leaky cock was already defiling her favorite stuffie, and she wasn't even cumming yet!

"That's my good dirty little girl," Mallory cooed as Erica wailed. "Use Alexander to get off. Forget everything but how desperate you are. Know that you'll feel the cum stains on him at bedtime tonight." Erica pulled on her handcuffs as hard as she could, desperate to break free and spare the poor stuffed alpaca from being defiled, but the metal held as firm as ever. She couldn't break out, she couldn't stop humping, and the shame of using something so innocent for something so dirty just pushed her to the edge even faster.

"Let all that girlcum bubble up and overwhelm you," Mallory said, locking the fox in a chokehold. "Defile your cute little stuffy and luxuriate in the shame of your submission. Maybe you'll learn to stop promising me 'anything' to cum." Erica wanted to cry. "Who are we kidding, you'll never learn that lesson."

That did it. Heat rushed through Erica's body as she erupted, pumping ropes of clear girlcum into Alexander's fluffy fur. She struggled and thrashed in Mallory's grip, especially when the rabbit used the poor alpaca to overstimulate her well past what she could handle.

"Good girl. Tell Alexander thank you!"

END

Shopping Trip

Public, Forced Orgasm, Hidden Kink

Claire stepped through the sliding doors of the grocery store, blushing bright red under her mask. This was crazy, what was she thinking agreeing to this?! The twin toys in her pussy and hole buzzed against the most sensitive spots within her, blind to her embarrassment. The vibrations ramped up. It took every ounce of self-control the pine marten had not to collapse on the ground and play with her clit until she came.

The marten grumbled into the cummy panties taped into her mouth, cursing her girlfriend a thousand times over in her mind. Ella always made all this public play sound so intoxicating. Claire thought she shouldn't be held to conditions she agreed to while her grizzly bear girlfriend had her pinned to the mattress on the edge of the orgasm, but those protests just got her that damn gag.

Her phone buzzed in her coat pocket. It was Ella, adding several more items to her already-extensive list. Claire shuddered, the furry inner lining of her coat brushing against her tits. Ella didn't let her put on anything but her parka and shoes; with a list this long there's no way she'd make it out of here without at least one extremely public orgasm. Claire squirmed, but grabbed a cart and set off on her shopping list. What else could she do?

If she stopped and went home, Ella would punish her, then just send her right back in likely an even more compromising state. Claire's thigh fur was already matted down with her juices, dripping out around the toy buried in her cunt. The buzzing kept getting more and more intense; the marten was sure everyone walking by could hear it. She'd never felt this on display, even after a year of dating Ella and following through on whatever crazy ideas she had for public play.

The bear never hesitated to act on these ideas. Sometimes she'd pull Claire into an alley and fuck her senseless while crowds of people walked by. Sometimes she'd tease her pussy in a restaurant until she was drippy and begging. It was such a shameless display of desire and power that the marten found irresistible. She may have protested and begged every time, but she adored these risky little adventures. The thrill of avoiding notice, the desperation it instilled...

Claire moaned into her gag as her first orgasm wracked her little body. She gripped the cart handle and shook, pulses of pleasure shooting through her whole body. The marten got a curious look or two, but nothing more than that. A store employee came up mid-cum and asked her if she needed help finding anything, and all she could do was frantically shake her head.

Her phone buzzed again. It was Ella.

>Hey sweetheart, could you stop at the hardware store too? It'll just be a few things, it'll really help me out!

The list that followed was at least 20 items long. Claire whimpered.

END

Not For You

Cucking, Bondage, Humiliation

Andy squirmed as Kate wound tape around his body, securing him to the support post behind his back. He strained in his cage, which the dominant leopard had locked him in a week earlier. Kate promised him it would be fun, and while it was, he was so horny he was about to burst. The dragon loved following his wife's orders, he always had, but this was agonizing.

Kate was very thorough. She'd taped his wings behind his back before shoving him up against the post, she taped his muzzle shut with her panties inside, and now she was already on her third roll. She didn't stop until Andy was wrapped head to toe in tape, with nothing but his cage, nostrils, and eyes showing. The dragon whined into his gag, but Kate just gave him that imperceptible smile of hers and groped his cage.

"I bet you really want to cum," she cooed. Andy wailed into his gag, feeling the tips of Kate's claws brushing through the gaps in his cage. "Poor desperate dragon. Such a shame that you won't get a shred of relief tonight." Andy's eyes popped open and he screamed, tugging on his bonds as hard as he could, but to no avail. She promised she'd have dragon cum inside her tonight!

The leopard gave him a truly vicious smirk and Andy heard heavy footfalls coming from upstairs on the main floor. "You should pay more attention to what I say," Kate said as the basement door opened. "I'm going to have dragon cum tonight alright, but not from a pathetic shadow of a man like you." Andy watched, shell-shocked, as his college roommate came down the stairs and kissed the love of his life.

Blake had always been more masculine than him. Bigger, stronger, deeper voice, more athletic, a hit with men and women. He had no idea Kate even knew who he was, but there they were, with two of Blake's fingers stuffed in her pussy. The noises he pulled out of Kate from nothing but that were beyond anything Andy had ever heard from her. He didn't understand what was happening, and he didn't understand why it made him strain so hard in his cage.

The bigger dragon turned and shot Andy a smug grin. "I'm gonna fuck your wife, whelp," he growled, adding a third finger to Kate's cunt. "I'm going to make her cum all over my cock and then I'm going to put a load inside her. Maybe if you're lucky I'll knock her up and you'll have to raise babies you know to be mine."

Andy wailed and fought in his restraints, but he had no means of escape. He couldn't do anything but stand there and watch the woman he loved get violated by that smug fucking asshole.

Precum dribbled all over Andy's feet as Blake thrust his way inside Kate's pussy. "I'll fuck her every week until it takes, cuck!"

END

Heat

Femdom, Chastity, Breeding

I stood very still as Mistress unlocked my cage, cooing about what a good boy I'd been for her. I had been so nervous about trying chastity, but she said if I made it three days she'd reward me for being so adventurous. And when she told me that, straddling me on our bed, giving me that confident, loving smirk... How could I dream of turning her down?

The second she took the steel tube off my cock, I got rock fucking hard. I got a little dizzy as blood rushed between my legs, swelling me up to my full length for the first time in 72 hours. Mistress ran a claw down it and giggled, coaxing out a drop of precum. "Such a pretty cock," she whispered, gripping her other paw around my throat. "It's going to cum for me tonight. If I don't wake up pregnant, it's going back in chastity and not coming back out for a good, long time."

I moaned and dripped all over her footpaws, then Mistress dragged me over to the bed by my throat and threw me down. She climbed on top of me and straddled me, pinning my paws above my head, rubbing her pussy up and down my cock. I whined, trying to maneuver my denied bone inside her, but she kept me out with a laugh. "So impatient, such a desperate boy," she whispered in that gorgeous voice of hers.

My gaze bounced back and forth from her smirking face to her pussy, my cock straining and throbbing. Mistress is such a tease. She knows exactly what her body does to me, and she never hesitates to use it to her advantage. She leads me around by my cock and I am helpless to it. She loves to tease me and then keep me out when I try to follow through on it; I guess my cage is just a formality. She owns my cock anyway.

Suddenly, in one fell swoop, Mistress sat on my cock and took it to the base in her pussy. I let out a screaming moan as I felt her warm, wet cunt envelop my length, bucking against her pin. She held me down easily and started riding, gyrating her hips against mine and moaning softly. Oh, how I want to pin her down and fuck her into the mattress. I want it more than anything. But she's so much stronger and smarter than me, it's never going to happen. I may be the one inside her, but I am not the top here.

"Such a good dildo," Mistress huffed, picking up the pace. "I want you to knock me up. I want to swell with your litter. And then, I want to lock you up until I have the babies!" My cheeks burned red as she threw her head back and moaned. The orgasm surged up through my cock, and I tried my best to savor it.

"Good boy!"

END

Hot for Teacher

Teacher/Student, Intox, Forced Oral

Alyssa took another drink from her water bottle, trying to focus on the lesson. Dr. Maxton was droning on about the thematic relevance of Frankenstein, but Alyssa only had eyes for him. How his muscles showed through the polos he always wore, how soothing and hypnotic his voice was, how his cock bulged through his slacks...

The blonde sophomore shook her head and downed another sip from her water bottle, trying to get her thoughts back on track. She didn't know what was happening to her. She'd always been an attentive student, but something about Dr. Maxton just set her off. Every time she came to his class, she felt less able to focus on anything but him. His face, his sharp blue eyes, his... his cock...

She noticed she was drooling and flushed bright red, wiping it off her cheek with her sleeve and squirming in her chair. There was no wiping up the wetness between her legs though, and Alyssa took another drink to calm herself down. "What's happening to me?" she mumbled, pressing her thighs together as thoughts of Dr. Maxton dragging her in front of the class to fuck her zipped through her mind.

Before she knew it, class was over and he was coming over to her. Still blushing and dripping wet, Alyssa turned to leave, but he saw her. "Ms. Carr, could you please stay to talk to me after class?" The blonde cursed under her breath and turned back around. They were alone in the lecture hall, and he towered over her. Alyssa felt weak in the knees; his bulge was just inches from the front of her skirt.

"I really thought you were smarter than this, Ms. Carr," Dr. Maxton said, pushing Alyssa down into a chair. "What kind of bimbo doesn't notice a drugged water bottle?" The blonde's eyes went wide and she tried to call for help, but Dr. Maxton just grabbed the water bottle from her hand and forced the nozzle in her mouth. Alyssa tried to push him away for a second, but then she relaxed and accepted it, taking deep gulps while looking up at her professor.

Dr. Maxton gave her a condescending smile, grabbing the back of her neck with his free hand. "I've been spiking your bottle every day this semester with a special formula of mine, Ms. Carr," he said, his voice nonchalant like this was the most normal thing in the world. "It's been so much fun to watch you turn into a drooling, dripping bimbo day by day."

Alyssa finished the bottle, and Dr. Maxton fished his cock out of his pants. The blonde's eyes glazed over and she opened her mouth, accepting it into her throat as deep as she could take it. The professor took a firm grip of her hair and thrust deeper, making the bimbo gag.

"Good girl," he said with a laugh. "You'll make a lovely desk toy for the faculty break room."

END

Present

Denial, Formal Domme/Sub, Commands

Brianna snapped her fingers. "Present, girl," she barked, and Lena scrambled to obey. This was the first command Mistress ever taught her, and she was expected to follow it perfectly by now. She stood with her feet shoulder-width apart, hands clasped behind her head, back straight, gaze forward, chest pushed out and vulnerable. Her steel collar caught the morning sun streaming in through the windows, and Brianna smiled.

"Good girl," she said, running her nails up her sub's side. "Such an obedient little thing aren't you?" Lena's breath hitched and she nodded, holding her pose as best she could. Mistress knew how sensitive she was, how even the lightest little touch set her off, but when she was told to present she could not break her position until given permission. This was far from the first time the taller blonde tested her obedience.

She tweaked Lena's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, smirking at the needy moan she got as a reply. "It's amazing what a month without an orgasm will do to a girl's tits," she mused. Just that comment was enough to get Lena dripping wet, and she fought to keep her legs spread. Mistress was not generous with granting permission for orgasm, and the redhead had been lost in heat for weeks. She was eager to obey her Mistress already, but now? She felt like a marionette.

Brianna slid two fingers into Lena's pussy, and the redhead almost collapsed to the floor. Her knees buckled and she whined, but she kept upright despite herself. "Poor thing, fall apart now and there's no way you'll cum!" Brianna's voice was intoxicating to Lena. So soft and sweet, but always whispering the most vicious things right in her ear. "Hold your position, you sweet little thing. Let your Mistress have her way with your cute little body."

She brushed her thumb over Lena's clit, and that did it. The redhead lost her fortitude and collapsed into Brianna's arms, moaning and humping against her hand. Just like yesterday, and the day before, all the way back to the beginning of the month. Just like always, Brianna instantly slipped her fingers out and gave her sub a quick spank.

"Poor girl," she cooed, a vicious grin on her face. "If you can't follow such a simple order, why on earth should I grant you release?" Lena wanted to cry. The heat raging inside her was enough to drive her insane, and it's not like it would be hard to relieve it, but... but she wanted to earn it. She wanted to cum while her Mistress praised her for being good and obedient, and she knew that would make it all the more satisfying.

Brianna sat back down in her computer chair and checked her work chat, acting like nothing had happened. "You can try again tomorrow, sub girl." Lena squirmed, still inches away from finishing, but didn't lay a finger on her pussy.

"Yes, Mistress."

END

Postgame

Locker Room, Size Difference, Loving

Blake turned on the shower and stepped under it, letting the water flow down his body and shutting out the chatter of his teammates. He sighed. It had been a shit game. Not only did they lose, but the polar bear played poorly. "Six turnovers in one fucking half," Blake mumbled, resting his head against the wall. "They're gonna love that online."

He tried to pretend that none of that bothered him, but of course it did. When you have thousands of people screaming at you for being a bum and a waste of money, you're gonna start believing them after a while. His years of success didn't seem to matter to these people, he had to be perfect forever or he was worthless. Blake just wanted to cry.

He felt a soft paw on his hip. "Hey, I see you spiraling in there," a soft, femme voice cooed in his ear. "You really should delete those apps, all they do is make you miserable." Blake turned around to see Maxi, his team's diminutive feline point guard, giving him a chipper smile. The tabby leapt up into Blake's arms and kissed him with a giggle.

"Every time we lose you just come in here and stare at the wall until you hate yourself," Maxi cooed, giving Blake those big, shining eyes that melted his heart. "You're not allowed to hate the boy I love!" He snuggled up against Blake's chest, and the polar bear's sadness and regret just melted away. He swore the black and white tabby was magic. All it took was a hug and kiss from the twinky cat to cheer him up.

It seemed Maxi wasn't going to stop at a hug and a kiss though. He teased Blake's cock with his footpaws, purring. "I think our big, strong, star player needs to let off some steam," Maxi said, mischief in his tone. "I think he needs to grab that cute little point guard by the neck, slam him against the wall, and not stop pounding him until he's all nice and full of baby bears."

The polar bear growled. "Little fucking tease," he hissed in Maxi's ear. Some of their teammates were still lingering in the locker room, but neither of them cared. It wasn't like this was unheard of for the two of them. It was pretty common for Maxi to leave the locker room stumbling and giggling, cum dripping out from under his miniskirt.

Blake locked lips with his boyfriend, then forced him down to make him choke on his cock. "I'm not fitting in my little pussycat without some natural lube. So get me nice and wet or I'm really gonna make it hurt. Got it?" Maxi nodded and moaned, accepting Blake deep into his throat.

The game already felt so far away. All Blake could think of was the cute little cat.

END

Tamed

Werewolf Sub, Bondage, Breeding

Arix squirmed on the bed, his limbs stretched out to the posts and held in place by silver cuffs. It was getting dark outside, and moonlight would be streaming in through the windows soon. Full moonlight. Arix shot his boyfriend a nervous glance, but the ferret just gave him a kind smile and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Berry had only found out about Arix's true nature last month, after the werewolf successfully hid it for three years of dating. While the slim mustelid was initially hurt by Arix's explanation that he thought he would never understand, his response was something the hulking wolf never expected. Berry didn't want to run from it, he didn't want Arix to repress it, quite the opposite actually. The ferret wanted to make it into a scene.

Arix had no clue where his boyfriend got these silver-laced chains, but Berry did his research. Turns out werewolves all over the world used these with their partners to make their monthly transformations into something to look forward to rather than dread. Berry sure did seem excited about it too. All day, he'd been teasing Arix about being his big, dumb, helpless beast, and the wolf was shocked by how much he enjoyed the idea. Now it was finally time, and Arix was shocked by how hard he was.

The first ray of moonlight crept in through the window, and the transformation began. It never hurt, it honestly felt kind of good, but Arix never had a space where he felt safe to enjoy it. That was different now. "Good boy, lose yourself for me," Berry whispered in his ear. "Let your civility disappear, become a lust-crazed beast trapped in your bonds."

Arix's eyes rolled back in his head and he growled, his voice dropping in pitch more and more by the second. His form grew, his muzzle lengthened, his eyes changed to a wild shade of yellow. He pulled on his restraints, but the silver left him as helpless as a newborn pup. He may be taking on a form designed to be hulking and intimidating, but Berry's research had paid off. He wasn't going anywhere.

He snapped and snarled, only for the ferret to slip a silver cage-style muzzle over his snout and strap it into place. "I've been looking forward to taming a wild wolf all month," Berry said with a malicious little giggle. He climbed up to straddle his boyfriend, marveling at the growth of Arix's cock. It was impressive to begin with, but now it was almost the size of Berry's whole body!

The ferret flicked his tongue up and down Arix's cock, the werewolf's growls melting into whines. "I want to wake up tomorrow with a belly full of wolf pups," Berry said, massaging his boyfriend's knot. "And if you don't give them to me, I've got a silver chastity cage that would just look adorable on you!"

END

New Home

Kidnapping, Bondage, Breeding

Rami walked down the deserted street, headphones in, mentally already nestled up in his bed. It had been a long day at work, the puppyboy felt burned out and exhausted, and he just wanted to curl up and pretend the outside world didn't exist for a night. He was so focused on that desire he didn't notice the silver and gold panther creep out of the alley behind him.

Indeed, Rami wasn't aware of the panther until they forced a sweet-smelling rag over his nose and locked their free arm around his neck. The puppyboy panicked, screaming into the rag and fighting against his assailant's grasp, but they were twice his size and had all the leverage. They pulled off his headphones and leaned down to whisper in his ear, their voice a low, excited growl.

"I've followed you for weeks, Rami," they hissed. "You're so unhappy with this world, it's done you so much wrong. I'm going to free you from it and introduce you to a brand-new one that will suit your talents far better." Rami shook his head, pleading for mercy into the rag, but none was forthcoming. He could already feel the sickly-sweet fumes taking effect, making him weaker.

The panther released their chokehold and felt Ravi up, slipping their paw down into his pants and fingering his dripping cunt. "So wet for me already, such a fucking slut," the panther growled with obvious satisfaction. "I can't wait to see how you look speared on my cock." Rami's eyes rolled back in his head and he gushed all over the panther's fingers. He couldn't help himself. He felt so small and weak and helpless, and the thought of his kidnapper turning him into a fleshlight fulfilled so many of his deepest fantasies.

The fumes finally took effect, and Rami collapsed in their kidnapper's grasp, their fingers still stuffed in his cunt.

When Rami awoke, he was bound up and naked on a soft bed, his limbs stretched out to the corners and held in place by leather cuffs attached to chains. His muzzle was full of a silicone cock attached to a locking strap, and he saw his captor at the foot of the bed. They were a sight. Tall and muscular, with shimmering golden fur and silver streaks running through it, their barbed cock hard as steel between their legs. Rami blushed, he shouldn't be this turned on by his kidnapper!

They smirked at him and climbed up on the bed, crawling up and positioning their cock just over his pussy. "Does my little prisoner want my litter?" they cooed, and Rami couldn't help himself. He nodded, begging into his gag, desperate for it. Their cock looked so nice, after all.

Definitely better than another eight hours at work.

END

Science Fair

Bullying, Simp, Gay

Melo brushed the sweat of his brow as he soldered the final pieces of the device into place, Arin watching closely over his shoulder. When your bully/crush tells you that you're doing his science fair project for him, of course you're going to put the proper effort in! The axolotl had been sketching out the concept for this ray for months, but the otter promised Melo he'd get to worship his paws if he handed it over.

The axolotl just couldn't resist. Arin was the perfect combination of cocky, brash, and arrogant, and no matter how many times the otter shoved him in a locker, took his lunch money, or called him names, Melo still had heart eyes for him. He knew that Arin was just exploiting his obvious desires to get ahead, but he didn't really care. That just made it better!

He picked up the ray and checked it over for the hundredth time, then dropped to his knees and handed it to Arin. "H here you go Sir," Melo mumbled, his cock straining against his pants. The mere act of servitude to someone who clearly did not want the best for him was enough to drive him up the wall. "It should be easy to operate. Turn the dial clockwise to shrink, counterclockwise to grow."

Arin looked over the device and smirked. "Thanks, dork," he said. Then cranked the dial all the way to the right and fired it at Melo. The axolotl only had a moment to process what was happening before his body was bathed in green light and he shrunk down to the size of a thimble.

"H hey!" Melo squeaked, his voice barely audible to the otter who now towered over him. His clothes shrunk with him, and he had a brief moment of pride in his work before Arin scooped him up and tore his t-shirt and jeans off with one claw.

"Come on, did you seriously not see this coming?" Arin said with a derisive laugh. "For a genius, you're pretty fucking dumb." Melo blushed furiously, squirming in his bully's grasp, but the otter just squeezed tighter. The axolotl gasped. It took a minute amount of force for Arin to be on the verge of crushing his prey, and he enjoyed the sheer power he wielded.

"You're so weak, dweeb," Arin hissed. "You do everything I say no matter what I do to you, so I figured I would test just how far you'd go." Melo whimpered, but Arin continued on. "You worked so hard to make this for me, so it only seems fair to give my nerdy little simp what he craves so badly."

Arin wrapped Melo up in masking tape, removed his shoe and sock, and dropped the squirming axolotl inside, where days' worth of musk sent him reeling. "I'll let you out in a week or two, you can explain where you've been," the otter said as he pulled the sock back on.

END

Deep Breaths

Bondage, Femdom, Forced Poppers

Lui squirmed in their chair, feeling the ropes scratch against their skin. Mistress didn't even let them clear their dishes from dinner before she tied them down and stuffed a ballgag in their mouth, only responding with a cryptic smile when they asked what she was doing. All they could do was watch the elegant, graceful St. Bernard clean up after their meal, humming to herself, and largely ignoring them.

Once she finished off the dishes and stowed away the leftovers, Mistress came back over to Lui, a little brown bottle gripped in her paw. "You know what these are for, little slut," she said as she straddled her bound-up sub. "I want to make your pretty little brain nice and useless tonight, and these are going to help me!" Lui whined and tugged on their ropes, but found no purchase. Just like usual. In more than a decade, the salamander had not escaped her bonds once.

Mistress only broke out the poppers when she really wanted to dumb her sub down, and Lui was always in for a ride when she decided to make him huff them. She didn't give them long to process what they were in for either, within moments of sitting on their legs she removed the cap, plugged one of their nostrils, and shoved the bottle under the other.

"In," she commanded, and Lui obeyed. They inhaled the strong, slightly acrid fumes, their eyes fluttering. They always felt helpless when Mistress forced chems on them, and it made them so wet they couldn't think straight. They were already soaking their panties, and all Mistress was doing was holding a bottle under their snout! Poppers made Lui dumb and horny like nothing else in the world.

Lui took a hit to her satisfaction, then Mistress pulled the bottle away and pinched their other nostril closed. The salamander squirmed, begging for breath with their eyes, but the St. Bernard just gave them that same damn smile and denied them. "You aren't getting oxygen when I let you breathe again, slut," she hissed, wagging her tail. "You're getting more poppers. Then some more, and more after that, until you're so fucking dumb you won't be able to think for the rest of the night."

The salamander's chest heaved and they tried begging, but that just wasted what little air they had and made them more desperate. Mistress gave them a condescending laugh, then finally released a nostril and forced the bottle back into place.

"Huff," she commanded, and Lui followed her order, their eyes full of desperate need. They would happily huff the little bottle until Mistress decided they had enough. Given her tendencies in the past, the salamander assumed they wouldn't be getting much oxygen the rest of the night.

Lui sighed into their gag, wasting their air and not caring one bit. Mistress preferred them suffering anyway.

END

Pretty

Bimbofication, Lesbian, Cute

"You have to sit still honey, otherwise you're gonna mess me up!"

My cheeks burned red as I tried to stay in place, but it was so hard! I've had a head-over-heels crush on Greta since the day we met, and now I'm sitting in her room while she does my makeup. I can't believe this is really happening, I didn't think she even noticed me. She's so cool and gorgeous and interesting, and I'm just a little dork who can barely string a sentence together. I don't understand why she wants to talk to me, let alone take me on a date!

And yet here I am, with the gorgeous blonde witch girl from my chemistry lecture putting perfect eyeliner wings on me and telling me how cute and funny I am. I swear I'm going to blush myself into a puddle, but I think Greta likes it that way. "I like making precious mortal girls like you into my dumb little pretty pets," she whispered, cupping my chin with her free hand. "And I haven't found a better way of doing that than my Bimbo Blender!"

I'm sorry, her what?!

Greta just giggled and picked up a makeup sponge. It was just a piece of pink foam, but it sparkled and shimmered with unnatural beauty. The second she touched it to my cheek to mix my blush and foundation into each other, I felt a wave of pleasure shoot through my body and I moaned out loud. I whined and bit my lip, but Greta just kept going as her other hand drifted down between my legs.

"Good dumb pet, just let it work its magic," she cooed with a vicious grin. "I made the palettes I'm using on you myself, and the Bimbo Blender acts as a catalyst. The second it touches down to mix it all together and complete your look, it drains your brains away and turns you into my horny toy!"

She slipped her hand under my panties and slid two fingers inside, and good god I've never felt more pleasure in my life! I've never made sounds like this! Desperate, needy whines and whimpers, giggling like a dumbass, trying to beg for more. I can't even form words anymore, just the most submissive sounds I've ever heard. And Greta just keeps at it! That sponge is still on my face, and with every passing moment I'm getting dumber!

"You're going to look so pretty sleeping in your kennel tonight," she whispered as she finally put the Bimbo Blender down. "Mortal girls ought to be dumb, drooling pets, wouldn't you agree?" I nodded, then whined as she picked up an eyeshadow palette.

"Oh, if you think you're getting out of my room with a single thought left in your head, you've got another thing coming darling!" Greta said. "I'm nowhere near done making you over, and I've got a dress for you that'll burn all your brain cells away"

This must be heaven.

END

Crushed

Bullying, Swirlie, Helpless Crush

"No no no no no, Chris please! Not again!"

Eryn tried to pull away, but his bully had a rock-solid grip on his wrist and he had no choice but to follow along. The taller, stronger rottweiler had always been able to do whatever he wanted to the meek little bunny, and Eryn didn't have much of a say in the matter. It had been this way since they were little kids, but ever since they hit 18 things had been... different.

The black-furred bun felt funny whenever he thought about Chris. The way his muscles always showed through his shirts, the bed of growling dominance in his voice, that ever-present backwards baseball cap that made it easy to just stare into his eyes... Eryn just couldn't help himself. Those protests came out through blushing stammers these days.

The rottweiler dragged his quarry into the locker room, forcing him to his knees in front of a toilet stall and pinning his forepaws behind his back. "You know I can see the bulge, dweeb," Chris said with a sneer. "You can bitch and moan all you want, but we both know it's all pretend. You could go to my mom or the principal to stop me whenever you want, but you just play along like the stupid simp boy you are!"

The noise that came out of the bunny's mouth was somewhere between a whine, a moan, and a gasp, but it did not do anything to disprove Chris' point. The rottweiler laughed, kneeling next to the bunny and snarling in his ear. "You were made to be prey, dork," he hissed. "You love being hunted and used more than anything else in the world, and who am I to deny you of your life's one true purpose?"

Eryn tried to not want it, he really did. But all he could think of was how right Chris' words felt. How much he loved putting up a fight while both of them knew he had no interest in actually getting out of his treatment. He turned to Chris and gave him a look, his eyes wide and pleading, full of shame and arousal and need. "Please," he whined, his ears flattening down to his head. "I... I need it."

Chris smirked and grabbed him by the head, forcing his face down in the toilet. Before Eryn knew what was happening, he felt the rottweiler's footpaw holding his face in as he taped his victim's forepaws behind his back. He heard something resembling words, but it was hard to make out through the water. Chris was probably gloating about how easy he was to bully, and that just made Eryn's bulge grow.

The bunny felt Chris' piss hit the back of his head and he whined, squirming against the tape holding his paws together. He knew it was pointless, but it felt good to do it anyway. Just to remind himself where he belonged.

END

Sealed

Latex, Permanent, Alien

Zaya looked down at the eerie black pool, a tingle running down their spine. When they watched that tiny asteroid crash to earth in their backyard, the last thing they expected to see was this. The mystery liquid sat, inert and unnaturally still, reflective enough for the koala to see their face in it. There was no trace of the asteroid, and Zaya could feel heat radiating off of the pool.

They didn't understand why it felt so alluring. They were as curious as anyone else, sure, but the urge to reach out and touch the pool was stronger than any natural intrigue might be. It felt more like hunger. A craving. An insatiable need that Zaya couldn't understand or explain, but their pussy certainly understood it. They were dripping wet just looking at the pool, and the mere idea of touching it had them squirming.

"I'm sure it couldn't hurt," Zaya mused, their fingers twitching as they stared into it. One hand reached down between their legs, and the other reached for the pool. The heat got stronger as their fingers moved toward the black liquid's surface, but the koala wasn't deterred. They couldn't be, really. The moment they took a look at the pool they were doomed to their current course.

The second their fingers broke the surface, some part of Zaya knew they made a mistake. The black liquid climbed up their arm with unnatural speed, while also sending an unnatural pulse of pleasure throughout their body. The koala moaned and fell to their knees, fingers buried in their cunt, unable to resist the sensation of the alien substance. It felt so warm and smooth on their fur, the koala didn't even notice that it was bonding to their flesh underneath.

"Wh... what's happening to me..." Zaya moaned, unable to extricate their panic from the heat the substance pushed them into. It felt like warm, heavy rubber, and now the corruption spread onto their torso, across to their other arm, and down their legs. It dragged the koala's hands away from their pussy and behind their back, fusing together into a cruelly tight armbinder behind their back. It also bent their legs in half and forced all four of their paws together and forming a vicious hogtie.

Zaya cried out in pain, but the substance just filled up their mouth and poured down their throat, silencing them more totally than they believed possible. No whines, no whimpers, not even muffled moans, just silence. The koala tried to grind against the ground to relieve the burning heat the substance induced, but it just sealed over their pussy and formed a glowing lock symbol.

"Poor little earthling," a raspy voice whispered in Zaya's mind, terrifying them. "You had no chance. You're my prisoner now, and I will never, ever let you go. Enjoy your mindless, silent suffering for the rest of time." The koala had no choice but to heed its command, soaking wet in their bonds.

END

My First

Lesbian, First Date, Cute

Bella stared at the menu, her face burning red, terrified everyone in the restaurant was judging them. They had to be. This was crazy, this wasn't allowed, this was... this was something the redhead mouse had dreamed of for a long time.

She peeked over the menu and saw Angie sitting there, and she pinched her leg to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She'd had a crush on the falcon since they were in kindergarten, but for thirty years she'd been too afraid to ever act on it. Thirty years of sitting in the closet out of sheer terror, but eventually the mouse just couldn't stand it anymore. She was tired of pretending to have interest in men, she wanted women. And she wanted Angie.

The falcon was truly striking. Her feathers were a mix of blacks and greys, swirling into each other and making it hard for Bella to ever take her eyes off her. She wore a gorgeous deep purple dress, barely long enough to cover all the important bits, and her eyes. Gods, Bella could write a novel about her eyes. They were a soft pink, unusual for her species, and they sparkled with intelligence and mischief. One look and the mouse was helpless.

Angie's eyes flicked up to meet the mouse's gaze and she smiled. "Relax, princess," she whispered, drawing on their decades' worth of nicknames for each other. "It's the twenty-first century, nobody's gonna care about two women on a date with each other." Bella took a deep, shaky breath and nodded, throwing back her drink.

"I know, it's just, you know, I'm scared," Bella said, a sheepish smile on her face. "I've thought of this night since we were five, I want it to be perfect." Angie chuckled and hooked her leg under Bella's chair, dragging the mouse in tight to the table. She squeaked and tried to bury her face in her menu again, but Angie yanked it away.

"You don't get to hide tonight," Angie whispered, looping a talon through Bella's necklace. "I want the world to see my pretty little sapphic mouse, and I want every living soul in the restaurant to see this." The falcon leaned in and kissed Bella, and the mouse felt every drop of stress drain away from her body. This was what she'd dreamed of at night for so long, and it felt amazing. This was what she was so terrified to pursue? It felt so right!

When Angie finally broke the kiss and pulled away, Bella swore there were hearts in her eyes. The mouse let out a happy little giggle and took another sip of her drink. "If you liked that, you'll love what I've got in store at home, princess," Angie cooed, running a talon up Bella's arm. "You ever worn handcuffs before?"

The mouse squeaked again, her cheeks flushed so red the falcon could see it through her fur. "That's my girl," Angie said with a laugh.

END

Rightful Place

Bondage, Pred Sub/Prey Domme, Riding Crop

June tugged on her bonds, but found zero slack in them. Heavy leather cuffs were locked around each of her limbs, secured to the metal frame surrounding her with thick chains and padlocks. The tigress stood in a standing spread-eagle, shivering in her domme's basement dungeon chill. Miss Khai liked to make sure her subs were always at least a little on edge, and the temperature was just one factor of her control.

The bound tigress let out a tiny "mmph!" into her ballgag, but Miss Khai paid her no mind. The nude gazelle just scanned her wall of toys, finally selecting a leather riding crop with a chuckle. "Remember what you thought you could be in charge of me?" she asked, slowly striding up to her bound quarry. "When you thought those big, bad predator muscles would be enough to keep me in line?"

June whimpered, trying to shrink away from her Mistress. Six months ago, before she ever touched a hormone pill, she had been a cocky prick at the bar and made a pass at Miss Khai. She took "him" home with her, and made the tiger scream and beg for mercy. Now, with her budding tits growing more and more by the day, June acknowledged her Mistress' obvious superiority.

But that wasn't enough for Miss Khai. No matter how many times she had June helpless and begging for mercy, she had to drive home just how weak her sub was deep down every time they played. "Those muscles can't help you, sub slut," she whispered, tapping the crop against one of June's breasts. "All they can do is look pretty in their bonds as I make you pray for my mercy."

The tigress shuddered. Turns out growing breasts is a painful process, but Miss Khai didn't have any interest in alleviating that pain. Quite the opposite, in fact. She cracked the crop against June's left nipples, and the tigress howled. She pulled against her chains as hard as she could, but as ever she found no slack. Once the gazelle decided she should be helpless, she would be.

Another blow from the crop, this time to her right nipple. June didn't understand why it hurt so badly, nor did she understand why just this was enough to get her absolutely dripping wet. Her cock stood at attention, leaking all over the cement floor of Miss Khai's dungeon. The gazelle glanced down at it and chuckled, running a fingertip down its length.

"I think I know what's getting beaten when I'm done with your tits," she mused as she delivered a handful of quick strikes with the crop. "I wonder if I can beat cum out of your cute little 'predator' cock."

June screamed into her gag, but didn't make any move to indicate she wanted her Mistress to stop. This felt so much better than acting like a big, bad predator boy. It felt right to hurt for her superior.

END

We Shouldn't

Cheating, Homewrecker, First Time With A Girl

This is a terrible idea.

My husband is at home with our three kids. I've been a married woman for 28 years. I know she can see the wedding ring, but it didn't stop her. In fact, I think she likes that I'm married. I watched her eyes light up when she glanced down and saw the ring, that should have been the moment I walked away.

Instead I sat there and kept talking to her, letting her rest her hand on my thigh. She's just so gorgeous, I couldn't help myself. Curly chestnut brown hair running down to the middle of her back, piercing green eyes that light up when she laughs, a tiny crop top that barely contained her breasts... I haven't felt like this before. Sure, I've fantasized about girls, including when I'm in bed with my husband, but all straight women do that right?

Right?

Business trips are usually so boring, but hotel bars tend not to have girls like this in them. We must've sat there talking for three hours, buying each other drinks, until it finally happened. She wrapped a hand around the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss. More than three decades of kissing men, and I've never felt passion like that. Her lips were so soft and smooth, almost begging for more.

I should have stopped there. I should have just gone to bed and been a loyal partner. Instead, I'm up in her room, sitting on the end of her bed with her tongue in my mouth. She clearly knows her way around a woman; with one hand tangled up in my hair and the other exploring my breasts beneath my blouse. I'm a fumbling mess by comparison, not knowing how to please a woman's body besides mine, but judging by the sounds she's making I'm at least doing an adequate job.

She undid my blouse and unzipped my skirt, leaving me in just my plain Jane panties and bra. I felt unattractive in nothing but the basic beige, but I think my mysterious lover went into heat. She practically tore them off of me and buried her face in my pussy, shoving me back down on the bed by my tits. I had to shove a pillow over my face so I didn't wake up the whole hotel with my screaming moans, her tongue felt like heaven!

My husband has never made me feel this good, not once. This girl knows my body better after five minutes than the supposed love of my life has learned over all these years, and all I could do was dance to her tune. She finally pulled her mouth away and replaced it with two fingers, swirling her thumb around my clit. I felt my orgasm fast approaching, and she just encouraged it along.

"Cum for me, married girl," she whispered in that husky tone of hers. "Soak my fingers like a bad little slut."

END

Forever Home

Latex, Permanent, Bad End

Chad awoke, his head swimming. He tried to reach up and rub his eyes, but he couldn't move his arms. Or his legs. Or the rest of his body. He tried to scream, but something stuffed in his mouth prevented him from making a single sound.

His eyes snapped open, but all he saw was inky blackness. The wolf panicked, fighting in his bonds as hard as he could, but his effort amounted to nothing. Even his tail was pinned down and motionless. Chad wracked his brains to try to figure out how he ended up here, but all he remembered was going to a bar and hitting on a vixen.

"Can you hear me in there?" A voice crackled to life in Chad's ear. The wolf flinched and tensed in his bonds, but had no way to answer the voice's question. "I'm going to take that as a yes, and even if it isn't, it's not like you're getting out of there anyway." All the blood drained from Chad's face. What the hell was that supposed to mean?!

"Can't a girl ever have a nice night out without fending off some leering jackass?" Chad recognized that voice, it was her! "Does groping a girl's ass get you laid, asshole? Like if she can handle that level of public degradation, she's prepared for the awe-inspiring symphony of selfishness that is a night in bed with you?"

The wolf recoiled in his bonds. Yeah, he might've grabbed her ass without even asking her name. Maybe he called her a bitch when she smacked his paw away. But that couldn't possibly merit this response! The vixen continued, paying no mind to the wolf's mounting terror.

"As such, I've decided the world would be better off with you stowed away in captivity," she said with venom in her voice. "To wit, you are now sealed into a full-body suit, complete with an attached hood and dildo gag. None will ever be removed again." Tears welled up in Chad's eyes, she couldn't mean it!

"You are vacuum-sealed between two sheets of latex that are glued together, which I have locked into a box full of expanding foam and buried in my backyard." The vixen said this like it was the most natural thing in the world. "You will be kept fed and watered through an IV, and the tubes in your nose will supply you with oxygen. This is the last interaction with a living being you will ever experience for the rest of your life."

Chad heard a click and the voice was gone. There was nothing but silence all around him, oppressive and inescapable. The wolf couldn't move, couldn't make a sound, couldn't do anything. She had to be joking, she had to be! She couldn't do this!

She wasn't joking.

END

Fair and Square

Paw Worship, Incest, Inanimate TF, Permanent

Aidan grumbled as he set down the controller and climbed off the couch. He couldn't believe he lost, and to his dorky femboy little brother too! When did Taylor get that good at Mario Kart?

"You're the one who made the bet," Taylor said, pitching his voice up to sound sweet and innocent. "Now sniff my paws!" The bigger leopard rolled his eyes and growled, but Taylor just giggled and held them up in front of him. "Come on, I don't want to wait all day Mr. Cocky!"

Aidan shot him a glare but did as he was bid, he wasn't about to weasel out of a bet. Taylor wouldn't stop whining about it for weeks if he did, and that wasn't worth the annoyance. Besides, if Aidan was honest with himself, his brother did have nice paws. They were far smaller than his own, with his tanned fur poking out between the little black toe beans.

"Five minutes starts now," Taylor cooed with a giggle. Aidan wanted to roll his eyes again, but now that his muzzle was pushed in there, it wasn't all that bad. They smelled pretty nice. A mix of salty, sweet and musky, and Aidan's eyes fluttered closed as his breaths deepened. His little brother's face twisted up in a wicked grin and he pushed forward.

Aidan fell back to the ground, pinned down under his little brother's paws. He reached up and pressed them against his muzzle as hard as he could, moaning and drooling. They smelled so good, he couldn't help himself! The jock leopard had never felt anything like this before. Sex with his girlfriend didn't feel this good. Jacking off didn't feel this good. Taylor's paws were the highest pleasure he'd ever experienced in his life.

"Good jock boy, huff my paws," Taylor said, his voice still high and innocent. "Just huff and huff and let everything else fall away. You don't ever need to do anything again, do you big bro?" Aidan shook his head, much too far gone for full words.

If he could break his focus away from Taylor's paws, he would notice something unusual happening to him. His grey and black fur was changing color and patterns, turning into soft pink and white stripes all up and down his body. He also got much fluffier, his fur getting longer and softer. But Aidan didn't notice, he was too lost in huffing his brother's scent.

The five-minute timer on Taylor's phone sounded off, and then it happened. In an instant, Aidan changed from a leopard with new femme fur to a pair of fluffy thigh-high socks on his brother's body! Taylor giggled and kicked at the air, overjoyed.

"Enjoy your new life, bro!" Taylor chirped, picking his controller back up and starting another round of his game. "I don't think I'm ever going to take you off again."

Aidan couldn't even hear him. He was too far gone, lost in euphoria over his little brother's paws.

END

Pull My Sleigh

Soft Reindeer TF, Bondage, Public

"Babe, I thought we weren't doing presents this year!"

Rollins rolled his eyes as his puppy boyfriend handed him a wrapped-up box, complete with a bow and everything. Ani really was a hopeless romantic, and despite his half-hearted protests, the deer wasn't about to turn him down. The eager little lab really did give amazing gifts, and despite their promises not to give in and express their love through buying stuff, Rollins knew Ani wouldn't be able to resist.

The puppy giggled and blushed, pawing at Rollins. "Open it, open it, open it!" Ani barked, his tail wagging hard. Rollins giggled and pulled off the paper and bow, opening up the box. A blush immediately colored their cheeks and their eyes went wide, and suddenly it was obvious why Ani had been unable to resist giving them a present.

"I mean come on," Ani said, his soft, innocent voice twisting into a teasing tone. "What cute deer boy doesn't want to be Rudolph?"

Sitting inside the box was a leather body harness, reins, cuffs, a bit gag, and a glowing little red nose. Truth be told, Rollins had fantasized about exactly this for many years, and they'd told Ani as much. But he didn't think the puppy would ever go through with it! That's just the kind of fantasy you have in your mind that never comes true, right?

But Ani was already at work, stripping Rollins out of his pajamas and putting him in the leather harness. Rollins tried to protest, but he just got the bit gag shoved in his mouth for trouble. "Rudolph doesn't talk, he just does his job," Ani hissed in the deer's ear with a malicious giggle. "Just be a good boy and let me get you ready for your ride!"

Bit by bit, Ani worked Rollins into his new costume, strapping him up in leather and cuffing his hooves behind his back. The deer didn't offer any resistance beyond whimpers and moans, his exposed cock dripping onto the floor. He couldn't hide how good it felt to be transformed into a festive little reindeer, how wonderful it was for his eager, caring boyfriend to use all of that love to make him submit.

"Such a good little reindeer," Ani cooed as he slipped the glowing red nose into place. He looped his finger through the ring on the end of Rollins' chest harness and tugged. "Come on, Rudolph! Time to go for a ride!"

Rollins followed along, confused, but once they got outside he immediately understood. Ani hitched him up to a little wheeled sleigh, with a seat on it just for him! Rollins squirmed and whined, but the puppy hitched him up to the cart, climbed up on it, and told him to go! The reindeer obeyed without a word of protest, whining into his gag as he pulled his boyfriend along behind him. The neighbors were staring, and Rollins was blushing himself silly.

"Merry Christmas!"

END

Stop the Count

Permanent, Latex, Mad Scientist

Oza snarled and tugged on the security guards' tight grasp, but the ermine couldn't get away from the hulking dobermans. It wasn't fair! Counting cards wasn't even really cheating, and he could really use the money! But the casino staff hadn't been overly sympathetic to his protests.

The suited dobermans dragged Oza through a door tucked away in the back of the casino and down a long, dimly-lit cement hallway. There were... stories of what happened to cheaters in this place. Tales of permanent, degrading captivity, whispers of unending sexual torment. The stories made Oza's fur stand on end, but they made their cock stand on end right along with them. The ermine did love high-stakes games, and what could be more high-stakes than playing for his freedom?

But now, trapped between the hulking beasts and facing down the certainty that he was about to find out exactly how true those stories were, Oza had second thoughts. They couldn't actually hold cheaters captive forever, right? There were laws against this! Worst-case scenario, they'd keep him for a couple weeks. A month at most. Just a long, enforced vacation while living out some of his darker fantasies.

The dobermans reached a set of double doors at the end of the hallway and pushed through, where Oza saw what looked like a kinky mad scientist's laboratory. Tables were strewn with latex, all of it black and shiny to match the casino's out-there decor. One table contained what looked like a dragon all sealed away and pinned down, weakly twitching against the vibrating wand pinned between its legs.

The dobermans held him in place as a lynx in a lab coat came out, barely looking at Oza as she read a chart on a clipboard. "Another cheater, huh?" she asked, sounding bored.

One of the dobermans nodded. "We caught him counting cards in blackjack, Dr. Harson. He had more than 10,000 in his stack." The lynx shot Oza an amused glance.

"There's always another fur who thinks they'll beat our security," Dr. Harson said as she looked the captive ermine up and down. "And every single one of them ends up before me. Maybe someday one of you idiots will read our waiver before trying to steal from us."

Oza cocked his head, and the lynx chuckled. "If you had bothered to do so, you'd see that being caught cheating makes you property of HeartsClub, and that we may now do with you as we see fit. You signed away all legal recourse the moment you clicked 'agree.'"

The ermine panicked. He tugged on the dobermans' grasp, but they led him over to a table, where a rubber sleepsack and a huge bucket of glue awaited him. Dr. Harson smirked down at him, putting down her clipboard. "I love sealing away snarling little things like you. It's so much fun to watch the tiniest 'predators' turn into still, docile decor for the casino."

END

Lost to Time

Statue TF, Permanent, Bad End

Aldrick chopped his way through the dense jungle undergrowth, his mind focused on the prize that lay beyond. The corgi had heard legends about the temple he sought since he was a tiny pup, and now he was finally almost there. After all the warnings, after all the blasted, pinheaded locals warned him about "terrible danger" and all that nonsense, he was almost there.

The corgi smacked a mosquito away as he hacked at the vines in front of him. A lizard fell to the jungle floor and hissed at him before scurrying off, but Aldrick paid it no mind. All he could think of was the gold, silver, and jewels that awaited him inside this long-lost temple. His father and grandfather had both vanished searching for it, but Aldrick knew he was different.

He slashed away one final group of vines, and there it was! It was impossibly massive. Hundreds of levels of stone rising toward the sky, covered in native foliage and dotted with gold ornamentations throughout. It was even greater than the legends foretold, and Aldrick was awestruck. For a moment, anyway. Immediately after, his thoughts turned back to all the gold locked up in something that big.

He approached a massive, open archway flanked by two stone jaguar statues. The craftsmanship was remarkable, but the corgi barely even paid them mind. The moment he reached them though, the statues slammed together in front of the archway, blocking Aldrick's path.

"You are unworthy of what lies within," the statues said in unison, voices emanating from deep within the stone maws. "Turn back or you will meet a terrible fate."

Part of Aldrick knew it was a bad idea to disregard the jaguars' warning. Part of him knew there were greater forces at play beyond his comprehension, and that he should turn around and hack his way back through the jungle. But Aldrick didn't listen to that part of himself.

"Clear my way," Aldrick scoffed, trying to go around the statues. "I will not be stopped by absurd savage mysticism."

"You were warned," intoned the statues.

The stone jaguars suddenly animated and grabbed Aldrick, easily overwhelming the slim corgi. "Release me!" the corgi commanded, but the jaguars paid him no mind. Instead, Aldrick felt a mysterious stillness spread up his body. He looked down, and saw his legs were turning to stone!

Aldrick fought, but the grip of the statues was inescapable. "N no!" His confident tone vanished, and now he sounded like a scared little puppy. "Please! Stop!"

The statues did not heed his pleas, and the stone spread up his legs and toward the rest of his body. Aldrick begged right up until the moment his mouth was petrified, trapped in a frozen scream forever.

The statues placed him in front of the archway and returned to their posts, leaving the arrogant corgi as a warning to all who may come to disturb the sacred temple.

END

Bro

Hypnosis, Himbofication, Friend to Lover

Aldrick chopped his way through the dense jungle undergrowth, his mind focused on the prize that lay beyond. The corgi had heard legends about the temple he sought since he was a tiny pup, and now he was finally almost there. After all the warnings, after all the blasted, pinheaded locals warned him about "terrible danger" and all that nonsense, he was almost there.

The corgi smacked a mosquito away as he hacked at the vines in front of him. A lizard fell to the jungle floor and hissed at him before scurrying off, but Aldrick paid it no mind. All he could think of was the gold, silver, and jewels that awaited him inside this long-lost temple. His father and grandfather had both vanished searching for it, but Aldrick knew he was different.

He slashed away one final group of vines, and there it was! It was impossibly massive. Hundreds of levels of stone rising toward the sky, covered in native foliage and dotted with gold ornamentations throughout. It was even greater than the legends foretold, and Aldrick was awestruck. For a moment, anyway. Immediately after, his thoughts turned back to all the gold locked up in something that big.

He approached a massive, open archway flanked by two stone jaguar statues. The craftsmanship was remarkable, but the corgi barely even paid them mind. The moment he reached them though, the statues slammed together in front of the archway, blocking Aldrick's path.

"You are unworthy of what lies within," the statues said in unison, voices emanating from deep within the stone maws. "Turn back or you will meet a terrible fate."

Part of Aldrick knew it was a bad idea to disregard the jaguars' warning. Part of him knew there were greater forces at play beyond his comprehension, and that he should turn around and hack his way back through the jungle. But Aldrick didn't listen to that part of himself.

"Clear my way," Aldrick scoffed, trying to go around the statues. "I will not be stopped by absurd savage mysticism."

"You were warned," intoned the statues.

The stone jaguars suddenly animated and grabbed Aldrick, easily overwhelming the slim corgi. "Release me!" the corgi commanded, but the jaguars paid him no mind. Instead, Aldrick felt a mysterious stillness spread up his body. He looked down, and saw his legs were turning to stone!

Aldrick fought, but the grip of the statues was inescapable. "N no!" His confident tone vanished, and now he sounded like a scared little puppy. "Please! Stop!"

The statues did not heed his pleas, and the stone spread up his legs and toward the rest of his body. Aldrick begged right up until the moment his mouth was petrified, trapped in a frozen scream forever.

The statues placed him in front of the archway and returned to their posts, leaving the arrogant corgi as a warning to all who may come to disturb the sacred temple.

END

Work of Art

Statue TF, Permanent, Knotting, Bondage, Breath Play

"Mmmmph! Hmmmpphh!"

"Lmmpphhh gmmmffff!"

The sculptor paid no mind to the two indignant furs struggling on the plinth, leaving the kittypup and hyena to fight against their inescapable chains. "You two ought to be grateful for this gift," the crazed artist said in a manic tone. "You will be locked in pure passion for the rest of time and positioned for the whole world to see your love!"

Lilac looked up at its Alpha, fear on its face. The sculptor had sealed it up in an airless latex muzzle, and while some strange magic kept it alive, that didn't make the burn in its lungs any less severe. Its limbs were pinned up over its head and its pussy was locked in chastity, leaving only its ass available for Ambrose's cock.

The hyena atop it was torn between confusion, fear, and desperate arousal. His swollen knot meant he couldn't pull out of his toy, and the shackles and chains locked around his body really drove that fact home. A massive dildo gag extended down his throat to silence his angry protests, and his position left him with nothing to do but fuck the kittypup chained up beneath him.

So Ambrose, seeing no other way out of their predicament, did just that. He narrowed his eyes and snarled at Lilac through his gag, hammering his knot as deep into its ass as he could. Despite its knowledge of its peril, Lilac just couldn't resist its Alpha's cock and pushed back against it, desperate for more.

Its Alpha had put so much work into training it to serve his body, and it was finally perfect. The kittypup was flawlessly formed to please Ambrose, and now it seemed this mad sculptor planned to immortalize that flawlessness! While much of Lilac was terrified by whatever the artist had planned, there was a twinge of joy in its soul.

The sculptor slicked up a silicone model of Ambrose's cock and slipped it into the hyena's hole, burying the knot inside it and ignoring his pained grunt. "I see no reason why only one of you should get to experience that gorgeous cock," the artist said, laughing.

He took a step back to survey his work. Lilac and Ambrose were totally lost in rut and lust, not even trying to escape, not that they could. He smiled and clapped his hands twice, and then in a moment, it happened.

There was a bright white flash, and the two living, breathing furs were suddenly one marble statue. There was no sign that the figures had ever been living beings, no movement, no warmth, no softness of fur or flesh. The entirety of their forms was smooth white marble, but the hyena and kittypup were still well aware of their fate inside. They couldn't cum, no matter how good their rut felt. The two would be trapped on the edge of pure pleasure until time claimed their statue.

END

Downed Dom

Role Reversal, Bondage, Denial

"What's the matter Master, doesn't it feel good?"

Cady looked up at her owner as she licked up and down the bound leopard's cock, giggling at his furious snarls. She'd been planning this for weeks, and now she finally had Master right where she wanted him. The big, bad predator all tied to a chair, growling into the ballgag locked between his jaws, his cock hard as steel between his legs.

The housecat swiped her small, rough tongue up Master's cock. "Just savor it Master," she cooed, trailing her paws down the leopard's thighs. "Like you always say, enjoy the pleasure for the pleasure! Don't waste it by imagining an orgasm."

Oh, he hated that. Thrashing against his ropes, making all manner of threats into his gag, promising Cady an awful fate once he got out. But the housecat, locked in her chastity belt for going on six months, didn't have much interest in releasing her prize catch.

"Come on Master, what did you think was gonna happen when I said I wanted to play with ropes?" Cady said with a giggle. "You look so gorgeous straining against ropes like that, I think I'll have to keep you like this much more often!"

That broke the leopard out of his threats and growls, and he gave Cady a look of pure fear. His cock twitched in her grip and he whimpered into his gag, and the housecat giggled. "Oh dear, does my dirty, dirty Master like that idea?" Cady hissed, her tail flicking up behind her. "Does he like his locked-up sub girl being in charge of him and his gorgeous bound body?"

The leopard's cock twitched and leaked and he moaned into his gag. "That's right, good boy," Cady said as she stroked him. "I don't think you're going to be in charge of me anymore. I don't care how big your muscles are, I don't care how much you growl and threaten, you want to submit to me, don't you?"

Master met her gaze, his eyes full of arousal and shame, and he nodded. "I don't think you've ever been this hard before," Cady marveled. "Poor Master, such a proud predator he couldn't ask for the one thing he really wanted! His pretty little chaste servant, making him feel like the dumb submissive slut he is deep down!"

The leopard thrashed in his bonds and howled, but Cady was right. He'd never been this hard. He'd never been this worked up. He'd never wanted anything as badly as the pretty subby kitty he called his pet using him as a toy.

Cady climbed atop his lap and sat on his cock, letting it sink in her ass while her pussy throbbed in chastity. "I wonder how long it'll be until you're begging me to unlock myself, Master," Cady said with a moan. "You won't be able to resist for too long."

END

Press

Role Reversal, Breeding, Easily Overpowered Domme

You laid back on the bed and spread your legs, letting him see your dripping pussy. He'd been such a good boy for you all day; getting all the chores done, running errands, putting up with your incessant teasing. You refused to put a single scrap of clothing on while you were in the house, and it was driving the poor polar bear feral.

"You're such a good boy for me Daddy," you purred as he drooled over you. "I bet that cage is really struggling to keep you contained isn't it?" He winced and you giggled, playing with the small key you wore around your neck. You thought big, scary brutes like him were far better off contained in chastity where they could be properly controlled, and he looked so sexy wearing his steel cage and heavy manacles all the time.

However, he was a huge, hulking polar bear you'd spent all day teasing, and you were just a tiny cat. He may have worn those shackles and collar, but he wasn't restrained at all. So it was hardly a surprise when he climbed up on the bed and pinned you down, snarling at you through his thick leather muzzle. You were always playing with fire teasing him like this, and it was time to get burned.

He ripped the key off from around your neck, and when you protested he jammed two fingers in your mouth and growled at you again. Using his free paw, he unlocked his cage and instantly got rock hard. Your eyes went wide. His cock was almost the same size as your whole body, and taking it always felt like you were about to burst. That was part of the reason you got the cage in the first place!

You shook your head and begged for mercy, tears in your eyes, but Daddy wasn't feeling very merciful after you spent all day strutting around like a little cocktease. He didn't even open you up, just grabbed you in one massive paw and speared you on his cock. You squealed into his fingers and struggled, but your pussy gushed all over his cock.

You didn't understand how it could feel this good every time. How being pinned down under the boy you ostensibly owned was better than dominating him. But there wasn't much room in your brain for questions, all that was left was his cock. How that beast between his legs could override your sense of control and leave you a stupid breeder slut in two seconds flat.

Daddy threw you down on the mattress and fucked you hard, slamming against your cervix and pulling anguished, desperate moans from deep inside you. You were nothing but a pussy, a custom-made sleeve for polar bear cock. Everything else fell away with every thrust, until you could think of nothing but Daddy, nothing but carrying his baby bears, nothing but him.

Nothing but cock.

END