﻿[b][u][center]Sissy Stall 2
For BlazingPelt
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
 
 
 
 
 



“Hey, what is this, the sissy stall?”

Jake snapped his head up at the sound of a new voice, panting in fear. The cat had just enough time to see the rat and weasel in the doorway of the dressing room before they stepped inside with him, the rat chuckling and already starting to pitch a tent in his pants. He squirmed, backing away from them for what little distance he could get in the tiny cubicle, the feline whimpering as he tried to turn away and hide himself.

[i]No, no, not more already, not now,[/i] he thought. [i]Not when I’m looking like this![/i]

As his new guests chuckled to each other, Jake covered his face. Even now, he could feel the slippery strings of slime left from that dragon that had face-fucked him and covered his cheeks with seed, and he could still feel his cock throbbing in the panties that he’d been shoved into. Pre-seed spread and oozed through the front of the feminine underwear, and he knew that it was getting damn-near transparent, at this point.

“Well? What do you think, honey?” the rat asked, looking down at the skirt-wearing weasel. “Should we use the stall for what it’s meant for?”

“Mmm, sounds like a good idea to me, master.”

[i]Oh, no, no, they’re kinky…that’s…no…[/i]

He spread his fingers a bit, looking up at them. The rat was the taller of the two by a good few inches, and wore a suit that looked like it had either been fresh-laundered or fresh-bought, tailored to his surprisingly muscular frame so that it showed off everything. Everything, including a bulge that would have looked very promising in any other situation. The way that the weasel fondled it too, told him that it was experienced in fucking little sluts, particularly her.

The weasel grinned down at him, showing so many teeth that she almost didn’t look feminine anymore. She wasn’t as curvy as many women he’d seen playing roles like this, but she was looked…happy. Happy enough at what she was doing, anyway. Her skirt was so short that he could just make out the thin thong that she wore underneath, and blushed at the way that it curled up and back along her ass cheeks.

She looked up at the rat, even as she kept stroking him, and talked in a stage whisper.

“Mmm, what should we do with him, master? Do you want me to get you nice and wet for the little slut’s ass?”

[i]Not…not…[/i] Jake swallowed, gulping as he stared in shame at the pair of them. The rat chuckled.

“Heh, I was thinking about it, but I don’t think he’s really ready for this yet. How about you get the first round, Alex? You’ve been a good girl, you deserve it.”

“Mmm, thank you, master. I haven’t had anyone eat me out in a while.”

“I’m…please…don’t…I just want to –”

“Oh, shut up, slut.” The weasel laughed. “If you think this is bad, you aren’t anywhere near sissy enough for my master. But you can give us both pleasure. Just gotta do what we tell you.”

And with no further warning than that, he had his head shoved under the weasel’s skirt, and right up against a pair of curvy ass cheeks. Jake gasped, finding that there was one other thing that he hadn’t seen down there.

The weasel was a man.

[i]Oh god, oh god.[/i]

He blushed as he had his head grabbed, shoved between the cheeks under the skirt. As he was held there, he felt the rat reaching down, dragging him to his feet and putting him into position between the rodent and the weasel, kept pinned with his face between furry, curvy cheeks and a cock that was already throbbing against his ass. He blushed, trying to squirm, but all that did was grind his ass back against the cock that was threatening him.

“Go on, sissy. Start eating out my ass, and maybe my master will fuck you, too.”

He whimpered, trying to shake his head, but he couldn’t deny how hard he was getting from the treatment. He had never been pushed through a situation like this before, not in public. Even now, he could hear the passage of people on the other side of the dressing room door, and only the fact that the weasel was whispering was keeping it from spreading out there.

[i]If anyone sees me like this, they could throw me in jail, and then I’d never stop getting fucked like this. Too ‘pretty’ for anything else…[/i]

Knowing he had no choice – and hoping that it would work for an excuse later – he slowly stuck out his tongue and started licking between the weasel’s ass cheeks. The skin was, thankfully, completely clean, but he could taste the remnants of sweat and taste the musk that lay back there. He blushed worse and worse as he dragged his tongue further up, going for the pucker that lay between the cheeks.

It was easy to tell when he got there, considering how the weasel moaned. ‘She’ looked down at him, grinning past the skirt, and ground his head in with her hand. He grunted as he had his lips pressed right against that wrinkled pucker, feeling it twitch under his tongue. It was a bit loose, too, and he wondered just how big her master was if he was able to leave her gaping like that.

He was forced to shove his tongue inside of her, filling her and spreading her with it, and the weasel moaned, groping herself from the front but not pulling anything out. All she did was tease herself as he kept fucking her ass with his tongue.

From behind, he felt the rat grinding on him, oozing pre on the back of the lacy panties he was forced to wear. He blushed worse and worse as he felt them getting wetter and wetter, knowing that they were clinging to him and showing off everything back there. His cheeks turned bright red as the rat reached around, fondling his front, feeling how hard he was, and the chuckle from the bigger male only made his cheeks feel like they were on fire.

“Looks like we got an eager one here, girl.”

“Good, I love it when we find the real sluts, master.”

“You’re the real slut. Come here.”

“Mmm, he’s just about got me lubed up enough for you.”

“Alright, slut. Spit in my slave’s ass, and we’ll give you a real show.”

Jake didn’t want to do anything of the sort. He didn’t want to start following orders, didn’t want to start getting more into it than he already was, but what choice did he have? The cat blushed, and pulled back, holding the weasel’s ass cheeks apart. The little pink pucker spread with his fingers, gaping slightly already, and dripping with some of his spit. Tentatively, he pulled his head back and spat on it, watching the white, bubbly stuff run down into her.

As soon as he had, the weasel and her master pushed him down. He was shoved against the wall, his head pinned by the weasel’s knee, and he had a front-row seat as she pulled her thong to the side and her master undid his pants.

The rat was huge, utterly huge, and his cock was dripping already. It was quite heavy, too, looking like it was unable to pull all the way up on its own, and could only point straight ahead rather than pointing up. He shivered, imagining how something like that would feel inside of him, and immediately tried to push the thought out of his head.

No sooner had he done so, though, than the rat pushed forward. The head of his cock rested against the weasel’s rim for about two seconds before it parted it, sliding in with the ease and practice of a hundred fucks. He gasped, staring at the meeting between master and slave, and whimpered as his own cock throbbed inside of his panties. He tried to ignore it, keeping his hands behind him, but he was bubbling and twitching and oozing inside of the feminine underwear. As much as he tried to deny it, there was some part of him that was enjoying the whole show, and feeling envious about it.

His cheeks were still on fire as the rat chuckled, starting to thrust. Each thrust pulled the weasel’s rim back with the shaft, almost as if the little slut’s hole was trying to hang onto the cock, and the rat moaned softly between chuckles.

“Let me guess, sissy. You want this to be you?”

Jake said nothing, but the feline’s tail and body spoke for him. It was pressed up high, exposing his ass as much as was possible from where he sat, and his cock throbbed hard. The rat laughed.

“You don’t have to say anything. I can smell it on you. You’ve always been a bitch, I bet. Just working up the courage to do something in public rather than sitting in your room, jerking off to real men on your computer.”

He blushed worse, panting, his tongue starting to hang out at the show in front of him. The rat’s heavy balls were slapping forward, slamming against the little slave’s ass, and he was thinking more and more that it would feel amazing to have that cock in him. He could see that the weasel was on the verge of cumming, too, her cock standing up tall and proud in her thong front.

The ‘woman’s’ breasts were also shifting, falling down. She must have been stuffing her shirt, he realized, and he blushed as he wondered how long she had been doing that. His cock was getting harder, harder, until –

“Ooooh, master!”

The moan was rising just enough to reach the danger zone, and Jake’s eyes went wide as he saw a pair of feet stop just outside the dressing room, seeing someone lingering and staring at the door. For a moment, he swore that they were going to get caught, that someone would walk in and see what they were doing.

But then whoever it was walked in, leaving them in peace, and leaving him panting and shaking. It had been too close, and they were still getting louder.

Suddenly, the weasel arched her back, thrusting forward. Her thong-covered cock ground against his face, and he gasped as he was suddenly smeared with her juices. She was dripping like mad, covering him with everything, and then squirting all over his face. Dragon cum was joined by weasel cum, and he blushed even hotter as he realized she’d essentially marked him with her scent with that.

She slipped down, panting hard, but the rat wasn’t done. He pulled out of her, and stood in front of Jake. His cock still throbbed, drooling pre down on the cat’s panties, and he chuckled.

“You want it, slut?”

“Gods…”

“Do you want it?”

The question was more forceful the second time, and the cat responded. His need just wouldn’t be denied.

“Yes…I want it, I want it bad.”

“Heh…then beg for it.”

“What?”

“Beg for it, or I’m walking out of here right now and leaving the door open.”

It was a good enough threat for him, not that he needed it at this point. He shifted his position, moving forward so that his hands laid on the rat’s thighs, and he leaned up just under the bigger rodent’s balls. He blushed heavily, nuzzling along the side of it.

“Please…let me…serve your cock…please, I need…I need it inside of me. Please, please, please, fuck me.”

“Heh, that’s a start, at least. Stand up, slut.”

He couldn’t do it fast enough, struggling to get up as fast as he could. The back of his panties were pulled down, but the front was dragged up a bit, grinding his cock against the front of his panties. The weasel shifted her position, turning to look up at him, and smirked as she settled herself in front of him. ‘Her’ hands dragged along his legs, and lipstick-covered lips moved up to his bulge.

“What…what is she doing?”

“She’s going to prove that she’s a better slut than you are. You want to be a sissy, pay attention. You’ll need to be at least as good as little Alex here.”

“Mmm, thank you for the compliment, master.”

“You deserve it, girl. Now, get sucking.”

His cock was never pulled free of his pants, but rather, sucked through it. The soft lace and satin pressed down against his cockhead, and Jake’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he felt those lips working their way along his shaft. The little licks along his bulge somehow felt even better than when he had been sucked properly before. It teased him, nudged him higher and higher, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

As his cock was evermore revealed through the soaked underwear, he finally felt the rat’s cock properly against his backside. It was thicker than the average shaft that he had taken in the past, though it wasn’t as thick around as the dragon that had fucked his face earlier that day. He blushed as he felt the shaft rubbing against his hole, almost pushing in once or twice before pulling away.

He was teased constantly between the weasel and her master, feeling cock against his pucker and lips against his shaft. Back and forth, back and forth, teased one way, and then the other. The cat moaned, his eyes rolling back, his body shaking from head to toe at the constant pleasure that was building up until –

“Mmmph!”

He bit his lips, trying to hold back the grunt of pleasure that came as the rat slammed into him. He would have slumped forward, save for the weasel in front of him, and Alex pushed back, keeping him upright. The rat grabbed him by the arms, using them as handlebars to pull himself further in, and he moaned louder at the feeling of being so manhandled.

“That’s it, sissy. Take it like the bitch you are.”

He moaned, unable to hold it all back, and he tried to keep in mind that they were still in a store, still around other people that might know what was going on. The cat tried to quiet himself down, but another thrust –

“NNngh! Mmmph!”

And another, and another, and another, were making him ever more vocal. He needed to cum, needed to cum badly, and the way that the rat was fucking him was making it very hard to resist.

Jake rocked back and forth, his ass cheeks shaking and jiggling together a bit from the hard thrusts that the rat made. His cock throbbed, constantly drooling and dripping through his underwear into the mouth of the feline under him. Everything felt so…so good, and he was floating on pleasure as he was rocked again, and again, and again with the hard thrusts. His ass burned with the way that it was stretched open, but in the best of ways, making him want more, to keep it that way.

“Heh, feels good to be fucked in the ass, doesn’t it, slut?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Feels good to be a sissy, getting it all in the ass?” the weasel asked.

“Oh…oh yeah…”

“Hehehe, he’s deep, master.”

“That he is…he’s going to get it deep, too.”

He moaned at the thought, trying to keep hold of himself, but he kept slipping away. Everything faded in his head, leaving him with just the need for that cock in his ass, just the sensation of the tight underwear gripping him and making him feel more and more…girly…

It didn’t take long after that for him to cum, but the rat didn’t. He slumped forward, humping into his underwear, but the rat kept fucking him, hilting, slamming in, and then pulling back again. Jake moaned, trying to slide off, but the more he was fucked, the less he cared, and the more he submitted…

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He didn’t know how much later it was, but he woke up with cum all over him rather than on his face, and he wondered how much of it was from the rat. The two of them were still standing over him, the weasel licking ‘her’ arm, and the rat smiling. There was a phone in the rat’s hand, and Jake heard the ‘click’ of a photo being taken.

“That’ll do for memories, but I want to make a few more. Stand, sissy.”

He stood up without thinking about it, and felt the swish of something more than a pair of panties on him. Glancing down, Jake’s blush got worse again.

He was dressed in more than lingerie, now. He wore stockings, a short mini-skirt, and a tube top that had been stuffed to make him look even more feminine. His feet had been jammed into high heels, and he was…he looked utterly feminine, compared to what he had looked like before.

The rat grabbed him by the hand, and pulled.

“Come, sissy. We’re not done with you yet.”

“I…”

“Come.”

“Yes, sir.”

He blushed, wondering what would happen to him next…and if he would be able to take it or not.

 

 

 

 




[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]