“So, what should we play tonight?” Seth asked Derrek, the quintessential older friend of the three and resident husky. He wasn't older by much, just a year or so, but it was enough to make him the de-facto 'leader' of the friends group. Not that he dictated what they did and did not do; they simply looked to him for inspiration most times, and he was happy to give it. Seth himself was a white feline, a trait that brought him annoyance every so often as white cats were generally seen as feminine beauty models for fashion and fur products, given their 'pure' connotation. It didn't help that his two friends were a husky on the high school wrestling team, and a cheetah that ran track and field (because of course he did). Given the comparisons of the cheetah and house cat in their native size... it was easy to see why he sometimes felt like he had to prove his strength and manliness within their little social circle. But despite the occasional friction, the trio had been best friends since grade school, living close to each other and going to the same schools. Tonight, on a Friday, the three had their weekly sleepover and/or gaming night, which Seth's parents more times than not used as an excuse to rent a hotel in the city and have a day to themselves.

	“I brought my copy of Ultimate Smash Friends Tournament,” Derrek answered, pulling the game case from his book bag.

	“Right on. All night game night, my favorite,” Seth replied.

	“Ready to get stomped again?” Mark retorted from his spot on the couch in full lounge mode, a grin on his face.

	“As if. You know I'm the Ultimate Smash champ,” Seth shot back, dropping down on the couch beside Mark.

	“Only by a slim margin. You still get beat sometimes.”

	“But not lately,” Seth declared confidently.

	“If you're so sure, how bout a little wager?” Derrek challenged, a glint in his husky eye.

	“What, like money?” Seth inquired. He didn't have much right now, but this could potentially be a very lucrative investment...

	“Not money,” Derrek corrected, and Seth was immediately disappointed. “We play for... *this.*” What he pulled out of his pack next was an ungodly abomination, a sin on humanity. His fur bristled just looking at it.

	It was a collar, but not just *any* collar. It looked to have a well made base of pink leather with white frilly lace on the top and bottom, a large pink bow right on the front, and a small metal ring below that for a tag if one desired.

	“Why the fuck would we want *that?*” Seth demanded, his eyebrows furrowing into a confused, indignant look. “It looks like some Victoria's Secret lingerie type shit. I'm getting ill just looking at it.”

	“Relax He-man, it's just a collar. And you're not playing to *win* it, you're playing not to *lose.* We play one round, ten lives. Loser has to wear the collar for the rest of the night. Deal?” On one hand, if he lost, it would be catastrophic for his reputation. The one most insecure about his masculinity, forced to wear what was essentially women's lingerie in an anthro society. But if he won... or at least, if he didn't lose, one of the *others* would be knocked down a peg, at least for a while... he liked those odds.

	“You'll really wear it if you lose?”

	“Will you?” Derrek retorted. Seth had to think about that for a minute. 

	“Yeah. I will,” he confirmed after weighing his options.

	“Let's shake on it.” Derrek offered his paw, and Seth hesitantly took it, but proceeded to shake it nonetheless. What the hell was he getting himself into? This could potentially be the end of his social life. *Don't think about that,* he told himself. Derrek then shook paws with Mark, who turned and offered his own paw to Seth, thus completing the tri-shake agreement.

	“Alright then, start it up,” Derrek told him, handing him the CD case that held the game in question. Seth grabbed it with a little more force than necessary, giving Derrek a confident grin.

	“Ready to lose?”

	“Oh yeah,” he taunted back, “My fur is absolutely quivering.”

	“Oh it will be.” Seth slipped the CD in the gaming console, and turned on the TV. While he was there, he grabbed the controllers and distributed them among the three as the title screen played.

	“Let me set it up,” Derrek told him as he manipulated the menu. “Ten lives, final destination, no items. Any character you want.” Naturally, Seth chose the one he was best at; Fox. The other two chose some random heroes they liked, but none were as good as Fox.

	As the timer counted down to zero, Seth could feel his heart start to race. However, he need not worry too much as he quickly dispatched one life each of the other two without losing any of his own. His confidence grew. He continued this trend of bleeding lives from his opponents while only dying a few times himself. It was then he noticed a worrying trend; they were starting to work together. It was obvious in their moves, coordinated teamwork.

	“Hey, no fair!” he complained as he was knocked out again. “No teaming!”

	“Who said teams weren't allowed?” Derrek replied coolly, with that smirk of his spreading across his face again. “Besides, we're not teaming. We just don't want to come in last.” Again, it was obvious that they *were* teaming, but with that knowledge, he could plan a little better. Make moves to avoid them. The battle raged on until they each ended up with one life.

	“Alright, truce,” Mark announced. “It's down to one life each, no teaming. The final battle. Loser wins a pretty new collar.” Seth tried his best, focusing on one, then the other. True to their word, they also butted heads a few times, nearly killing each other. This was perfect. They were high damage, he was about mid way. If he could KO just one... he wouldn't be the loser! He set up near the edge to plot his opponent's downfall, it didn't matter which one, any of them would work. Opportunity struck as Derrek's character came just a hair too close, and Seth secured him with a grab, rolling backward and flinging him off the edge. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Derrek's scowl and look of intensity. He was *into* this. But the throw wasn't quite far enough as his character turned into a circle, but didn't quite hit the KO boundary.

	Seth pursed his lips in concentration, aiming to hit him as he came back, but there was one thing he'd forgotten about; he'd lost track of Mark's character, just for a second. In that second, he himself was punted off of the edge, although less violently since he had way less damage than Derrek. However, it didn't matter how much damage he had, as Derrek had had a moment to recover, and surged passed Seth mid-air back to the stage. Seth recovered and aimed to up+B back to the edge, but therein lied his fatal mistake. Being a second ahead of Seth, Derrek gladly clamped onto the edge of the stage, giving Seth's character no ledge to grab. Seth's heart dropped as fast as his character did, descending into the oblivion below the stage and exploding, becoming the first person eliminated. He could only watch dumbfounded as the other two battled it out for first, with Derrek eventually getting the upper hand and winning in the end.

	“Well well well,” Derrek announced smugly as the score screen flashed his victory across the TV.

	“You cheated!” Seth tried to deflect, fists clenched, trembling with.... not rage, but pure adrenaline, perhaps.

	“We already said it was fair,” Derrek offered. “And speaking of fair, fair's fair,” he continued as he slowly drew the pink lacy collar out of his book bag once more, like he were unsheathing some hallowed sword. It was a pink, girly abomination, and he would have to wear that. That feminine piece of neck wear, around his own neck, like some sort of... girl. He felt a tiny shiver of what felt like... excitement? No way. This was preposterous. He was a MAN. At the same time... he stood there trembling, but beyond the accusation of cheating, he felt himself frozen in place, unable to argue or run or fight.

	“Look at you, your fur is bristling up like a toilet brush! It's so stiff!” Even Mark snickered at that. What Derrek didn't know is that Seth wasn't bristling up from anger or confrontation, but rather flushed embarrassment. “Bro just relax, it's just a piece of cloth. It's not like we're murdering you or making you go to school with it or anything. It's just a bet, no big deal.”

	“Just a bit of humiliation...” he mocked.

	“Just a tad,” Derrek teased. “You'll be fine. Now hold still. I'll put it on you.” 

	“I can't even put it on myself?”

	“It clasps in the back. It's easier this way.” Seth huffed and rolled his eyes.

	“Fine.” Derrek held the collar up at neck level.

	“Now turn around.” Seth rolled his eyes yet again but did as he was told, resigning himself to his fate. Better get it out of the way and act like it was no big deal. He didn't even care. It was just a stupid piece of cloth, like Derrek said. Derrek draped the open collar over his head, and the last thing Seth remembered was that it seemed oddly thick now that he had a close look at it, and that there were several shiny metal circles dotting the inside of the collar, embedded in the plush leather. But that was the last clear thought he had.

	As the latch clicked into place around his neck, a soothing, all-encompassing calm overtook his mind. He vaguely remembered being upset about something, but that seemed so far in the past now, inconsequential. He couldn't even recall what it was about, it felt like he was in a thick mental fog.

	“Ohh...” he exclaimed softly, lost in the serene calmness.

	“Dude... what'd you do to him? He looks like he just smoked a fat blunt and got sent to Jupiter,” Mark commented. “Even his fur is smoothed down now.”

	“There's no fucking way that worked,” Derrek said skeptically, looking Seth right in the eyes. They were so big, so deep, so... mesmerizing. Seth felt like he could get lost in there forever and still not be satisfied.

	“What worked? What'd you *do?*”

	“I found this collar in my dad's workshop one day. He said it was a 'suggestion collar' and that it was strictly experimental. Not exactly legal, if you catch my drift. But it only works when they're wearing the collar, and they don't remember a thing when it's over. Something about all the information being stored on the chip. All I know is, I wanted to see if it actually worked, maybe get a few funny pictures, you know, the standard hypnotist stuff.”

	“Pictures of what bruh? Were you going to do that to me?”

	“Nah. For you I'd just turn it off and try again next time.” Something in the back of Seth's addled mind told him he would probably be upset by that comment... but it was too hard to think. “Now as for the 'what'... okay, bear with me. You'll love this.”

	“Alright...”

	“We were moving some boxes in the attic, and I found my sister's old fairy princess costume from years ago.”

	“No way. Really?”
	
	“Just trust me on this.” Derrek reached into his backpack and pulled out something that, on a normal day, would make Seth cringe. But right now? It was just... a dress. A pink, frilly, lacy dress that almost perfectly matched the collar around his neck. A few other items spilled out, but he was too distracted to notice.

	“Brooo what the fuck,” Mark said, laughing as Derrek pulled out the clothes.

	“I know, right? This is gonna be good.”

	“So what, he's just gonna... put them on? Just like that? He was already about to fight you on the collar.”

	“Almost. Remember... it's a suggestion collar, not a mind control device. You have to ease him into it, make it seem like his idea, program him, almost like a computer.”

	“Well he hasn't said one word or moved since you put it on, so you'd better do something.” It's true, Seth had not moved or spoke. But he didn't need to, his mind was tranquil and he was content to listen.

	“Alright, let's try this thing out.” He turned and looked deep into Seth's eyes again, and Seth was entranced. “Seth.”

	“Huh?” It was like a ringing bell in Seth's mind, he was immediately focused entirely on Derrek.

	“What is your name?”

	“Seth,” he said, because it was true.

	“Are you a boy or a girl?”

	“Boy.”

	“No.”

	“No?” He asked with surprise, but it wasn't a challenge. It was like learning an interesting new fact in a book.

	“Your name is not Seth.”

	“My name is not Seth,” he repeated. He wasn't sure what his name was, but it definitely, definitely wasn't Seth.

	“You don't know who Seth is. The name sounds strange to you.”

	“I don't know a Seth.”

	“You are a girl. You've always been a girl. Anyone who says otherwise is just silly.”

	“I've always been a girl,” she repeated again. And it was true! Derrek had told her so. She'd always been a girl, not some silly *boy.*

	“A cute little kitten girl.”

	“Uh huh,” she nodded.

	“But what should your name be...” he mused. “Hey Mark, what should our new kitten's name be?”

	“I don't know man, this is wild,” he replied. “Uhh... something really cute and girly that you can't change into a boy's name like you can with something like Don and Donna. Uhh... Anastasia?”

	“What are you, from the 1700's?” Derrek teased.

	“Oh, I'm sorry, I've never mind controlled someone before,” Mark replied indignantly.

	“Yeah yeah, whatever. But you did give me an idea. How about... Annabelle?”

	“Yeah, that's cute,” Mark agreed. Derrek turned back to the kitten and looked into her eyes again.

	“Your name is Annabelle.”

	“My name is Annabelle,” she repeated. That sounded right, and Derrek had told her, so it *must* be true. 

	“Me, Derrek, and him, Mark, are the Big Kids. You have to listen to us and do what we say.”

	“Big kids...” she confirmed.

	“You want to be a good girl for the big kids, right?”

	“Uh huh,” she agreed, nodding. She was a good girl. She did as she was told.

	“Annabelle.”

	“Hm?” That was her name, clear as a bell. It felt right.

	“What are you wearing, Annabelle?”

	“Um...” she looked down at her clothes. It was baggy jeans and a shirt with some band name on it. “Boy clothes!” She exclaimed.

	“Why are you in boy clothes?” Derrek asked with a soft smile.

	“Uhm... I dunno!” Annabelle answered truthfully. She had no recollection of putting them on.

	“You're a pretty little kitten. Wouldn't you rather have pretty little kitten clothes?” He asked, and she nodded. She was a pretty little kitten. She wanted pretty clothes! “Lucky you, I have some right here,” he said, holding up the dress from before. She couldn't remember why she possibly couldn't have wanted it before, but it looked so pretty now!

	“Pretty!” she exclaimed, echoing her thoughts.

	“Yes, pretty. And all for you.”

	“All for me. Thank you, Derrek...” she said as she took the dress into her soft white paws.

	“Well, what are you waiting for?” He asked. “Don't you want to wear it?”

	“But... you'll see my panties...”

	“It's okay, kitten,” Derrek assured her, placing a paw gently on her chin to look directly into her eyes again. “We're the big kids. You can trust us, even seeing you naked.”

	“I can trust you...” she repeated softly, with a nod. These were her best friends, the Big Kids, the ones she could trust. If she couldn't let them see her naked, then who could? Derrek took a step back and Annabelle looked at her clothes again. She really wanted the pretty ones! She quickly stripped off her socks, shoes, pants, shirt, everything down to the nude.

	“Woah...” Derrek commented, raising his eyebrows and looking toward her lower half as she took off her undies.

	“Oh my god, haha, he's got a hard on, look!” Mark exclaimed, and Annabelle tilted her head, confused. He who? Which 'he?' Did Derrek have the hard on? She glanced at his pants, and they did seem larger and more bulgy than normal.

	“*She* doesn't have a hard on because *she* isn't a boy,” Derrek corrected. “But it does seem that she's rather turned on, huh?” Annabelle looked down, and her private parts were hard and poking out. But that was strange, since she didn't have a penis. Derrek moved closer and leaned in. “The kitten is just in heat right now,” he cooed in her ear, causing a pleasurable shiver to run across her fur.

	“Heat...” she breathed out softly. She knew what being in heat meant for girls, she learned it in school. She glanced down longingly at Derrek's bulge again, with another shudder. 

	“Your little clitty is throbbing right now, see? You want it so bad, don't you?” Her clit... right. That thing girls have... that's what it was! Derrek was so smart. Annabelle let out a small involuntary huff as Derrek traced his finger along its length, sending a small shudder through her body.

	“My clit...” she repeated, standing there for him like a good girl.

	“But first, you have to finish getting dressed, okay?” 

	“Uh huh,” she agreed, taking the pair of pink panties, the ones with a little bow on the front, from Derrek's paws because she was a good girl that did as she was told. She stepped into them and pulled them up, and they fit snugly except for one small problem; her little clitty wouldn't fit when it was hard like that.

	“Don't worry about that, kitten, we'll take care of that in a minute,” Derrek assured her, and so she left it poking out over the top. She took the floofy pink frilly dress next and threaded it over her head with her arms through the holes, smoothing it out over her body once it had been put on the right way. The hem of her dress poofed outward as much as it hung down, lending itself to a natural 45 degree angle that did little to cover her butt or any part of her panties area at all. It hugged her body snugly around the waist and chest, but the arms and the hem had cute ruffles that really accentuated how girly and feminine it was.

	“Almost done.” Derrek handed her a pair of white lacy anklet socks that perfectly matched the outfit, and after she had put them on, he clipped a pink bow in her hair. “You look absolutely adorable! Hold still for a moment, kitten.” Annabelle nodded and held still, just like he said. Derrek took his phone out and aimed it at her. “Make a cute pose.” She did the first thing that came to her mind, which was a curtsy. “Perfect! What a good girl,” he praised, and Annabelle purred contentedly, her tail swishing. She was a good girl!

	“I can't believe you got *'her'* to actually do this,” Mark commented, taking a picture of his own.

	“That's not all we're going to do,” Derrek said with a grin, his husky curl wagging in anticipation. “The kitten is still in heat. We said we'd take care of it, remember?”

	“I don't know, that's kind of gay bro,” Mark commented.

	“What's gay about playing with a cute girl?” Derrek still had his sly grin. “You can just watch if you like. She won't remember a thing tomorrow, and one of the well known caveats of hypnosis is that you can't force someone to do something they wouldn't otherwise do, so in essence, we found a secret little desire a certain someone had and never told us. Basically, we're helping her.”

	“Whatever you say man,” he said, flopping down on the far side of the couch. He did, however, keep an eye on them with his tail twitching curiously. Derrek turned his attention back to Annabelle.

	“You're a horny little kitten, aren't you?” he cooed into her ear again, causing another shiver.

	“Horny kitten...”

	“You're in heat.”

	“Heat...” she repeated softly, panting. She wasn't sure if it was the collar or the lust building in her body, but it was fuzzy and hard to think.

	“That makes the big kids horny too,” he told her.

	“Uh huh,” she agreed.

	“Big kids like to play with good little kittens.”

	“I'm a good kitten...” she told him.

	“You know what else good little kittens like?”

	“Mmm?”

	“Good kittens like milkies, don't they?”

	“Kittens like milkies,” she repeated, nodding. It made perfect sense.

	“Boys have milkies. You love milkies.”

	“I love milkies,” Annabelle agreed.

	“You *want* milkies,” he told her.

	“I want milkies!” Derrek sat down on the couch far enough away from Mark that they wouldn't disturb him, leaning back. His pants were bulging even more now, prominently tented thanks to the position he was in. 

	“You know where to get your milkies,” he said. He hadn't *told* her exactly where or how to get milkies, but he *had* said that boys have milkies while teasing her about being in heat, so she had a pretty good guess. She *loved* milkies. She *wanted* milkies. Derrek was allowing her to have them! She knelt down in front of him and put her paws on his crotch, looking up at him cutely, her tail swishing.

	“Go ahead, kitten,” he assured her. “Get your treat.” Annabelle quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, uncovering the bulging underwear beneath. She carefully pulled the underwear down to reveal her reward, his cock already hard and jutting out, just begging for attention. He was already leaking pre, which dribbled down the length and along his decently sized knot at the base. *Milkies...* her mind repeated as she leaned in, taking Derrek's cock into her muzzle.

	“Fuuuuuck...” Derrek moaned, arching his back and placing a paw on the back of Annabelle's head, right between her ears. “Gooood kitten...”

	The sensation of Derrek's cock was odd, but pleasurable. It filled her muzzle and almost caused her to gag, but she kept it just enough under control to bob her head run her tongue along the bottom and under the tip of his shaft, in a motion she instinctively knew he would love, but not quite sure how she knew it, and in no place to question it. It was the same instinct that told her to wrap her paw around the shaft behind the knot, to mimic the sensation that it was going in deep, despite the fact that it was already threatening to hit the back of her throat and gag her. And she wasn't even at the knot yet, but it was close. She was trying!

	“Holy shit...” she heard Mark say from beside her, but she didn't dare look over and ruin the moment. She could taste Derrek's salty pre as it leaked into her throat, and she had to swallow once or twice to avoid being choked. If she was a good girl and pleasured Derrek, he would give her plenty of milkies, she knew this. She loved it, she *needed* it. However, before he could reward her efforts, she felt his paw abruptly push her forehead away, ending her blowjob prematurely, leaving his throbbing hard on out in the open, still slick with her saliva.

	“Buh...” she complained, almost disappointed. “Milkies...” she might have been a lot more upset at this point, but the soothing presence of the collar calmed any aggression she might have.

	“You did good, Annabelle. Good girl,” Derrek complimented her, giving her hair a ruffle. It was a pleasant sensation that made her happy, and she smiled.

	“Thanku, Derrek,” she replied.

	“Now it's time to take care of the kitten's needs. She's still in heat, isn't she?”

	“Uh huh...” she confirmed, looking down. Her clit throbbed and ached, slick with her own pre as it begged for attention.

	“Be a good girl and take care of Mark, okay?” She looked over to Mark, who had since taken out his own hard on and had been masturbating to the scene in front of him.

	“Wait,” Mark said as Annabelle scooted down the line, right in front of him as she'd done for Derrek. “I'm not gay, remember?”

	“But I'm a girl,” Annabelle replied, looking up at Mark innocently with the same sweet cuteness that she had for Derrek. Mark glanced over at Derrek, who just shrugged and gestured back at Annabelle.

	“She's a girl,” he agreed.

	“You really believe that?” Marked asked her, looking right at Annabelle.

	“Uh huh,” she answered, with a nod. “I've always been a girl.” Mark looked back to Derrek.

	“And you're sure, uh... 'she' won't remember a thing?”

	“Absolutely,” Derrek confirmed. “All of the programming and the memory is stored in the device. As soon as it disconnects, Seth will just think he passed out for the night, he won't even remember putting it on.”

	“Derrek?” Annabelle asked after he'd finished speaking.

	“Yes kitten?”

	“Who's Seth?” Derrek chuckled, and Mark just raised his eyebrows.

	“Just some guy we know from school, you've never met him. Don't worry about it.”

	“'Kay,” Annabelle replied with a smile. Apparently it didn't concern her, and she was just fine with that!

	“Damn... you really did a number on her. Alright,” he said, taking his paw off his cock and carefully leaning back, “let's see what you got.” Annabelle swished her tail excitedly as she leaned her head forward, placing her tongue on the tip. Mark's anatomy was feline, so he had squishy barbs protruding around it, but thanks to evolution generally favoring pleasurable sex in humanoids rather than their feral counterparts, they were mostly harmless. Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, she knew that the barbs were actually very sensitive, and increased the pleasure for the guy, but she couldn't remember where she knew that from. But that wasn't important right now. What was important was on the tip of her muzzle, leaking tasty dribbles onto her tongue.

	Now with Mark's permission, she took as much of him into her mouth as she dared without gagging. She explored the base and the barbs of his cock with her tongue, acclimating herself to the new fleshy sensations as opposed Derrek's smooth canine cock. Her body started involuntarily purring from all the attention she was getting, feeling very happy as their little service kitten.

	"Holy shit, cat girls really do do it best," Mark commented in between breathy huffs as Annabelle caressed and worked the shaft with her mouth. “She's like a little vibrator when she purrs.”

	"Right? You'd think she was a pro," Derrek agreed as his paw trailed down the back of her ruffley dress, catching the top of her panties and slipping them down past her butt and along the tops of her thighs. Annabelle squeaked softly as a cold, probing sensation pressed at her tail hole, ringing around the rim and teasing the fact that it wanted to go inside. “Just relax, kitten...” Derrek assured her as a finger slipped inside, causing her to huff softly and tense up.

	“Easy man, I just felt her grip my dick,” Mark said as Annabelle had involuntarily squeezed; as her mouth was currently full, she couldn't exactly apologize, but her ears did lower a bit.

	“It's alright,” Derrek continued as his finger went further in, playing with her ring, slowly loosening it up, “you like this, remember?” She couldn't remember ever liking this, but Derrek said she did, so it must be true. “I'm just fingering your little pussy, that's all. Girls in heat love that, don't they?” Now that Derrek mentioned it and spoke it into existence, her brain suddenly made the connection that the area Derrek was playing with was actually her girly bits and not her butt. It might have seemed confusing to others, but she didn't have to think about it, only *feel.* And as Derrek probed his finger deeper and deeper, she felt a wave of pleasure surge through her body, causing her to let out a muffled moan. This encouraged Derrek to slip in an additional finger, and then one more once she was loose enough. 

	Throughout this ordeal, Annabelle had been distracted from her duties servicing Mark, a fact he had most certainly not forgotten, as he put his paw on her head between her ears with a gentle push downward. Reminded of her purpose once again, she started bobbing her head with renewed vigor, the fleshy barbs making for an interesting sensation against her cheeks.

	The next thing Annabelle felt was Derrek's fingers sliding out, and she was momentarily disappointed. Being fingered like that had felt really good, especially when Derrek hit the right spot... but she need not worry for long as she felt Derrek wrap his paw around the base of her tail and grip it firmly for support. Something definitely bigger than a finger pressed itself against her aching heat, and after a pause, slowly pushed its way inside, all the way up until a large bulge stopped it from going further. Annabelle moaned again and flagged her tail while lifting her rear, realizing that Derrek had now mounted her and was pushing in all the way to his knot. Her clit ached for pleasure, and Derrek was... *mating* her, just like a kitten in heat. Excitement and lust filled her body as she focused her attention on Mark, teasing his cock with her tongue as she bobbed.

	“You don't just *want* it, you *need* it,” Derrek told her, thrusting gently but firmly into her. She couldn't answer verbally, but she moaned her agreement, almost choking herself on Mark. She *needed* this. “You're in heat, aren't you?”

	“Mmm...” she moaned.

	“Kittens in heat need to *breed.* It's their instincts.” She huffed and moaned her approval again. Her instincts told her to breed, it was driving her crazy, it was all she could think about. She pushed backwards into his knot to show her willingness not just to have sex, but to be *bred.*

	“Good girl,” Derrek cooed, gripping her tail and tugging her closer. She could feel herself opening up as the knot spread her hole, and with one firm push, she let out a little yelp as the knot pushed past her entrance, lodging itself deep within. The sensation was overwhelming as his cock went deeper, pressing on parts of her that she didn't even know existed, creating a sensation of being completely and utterly filled.

	*I've been knotted...* Annabelle thought to herself, as waves of intense pleasure surged through her body, making her crave it even more. *Derrek knotted me, he's going to breed me, oh my god I'm so horny, I need this, I'm in heat, I NEED this,* she kept repeating to herself, pushing backwards every time Derrek pushed forward, the only thing on her mind was being filled with Derrek's kittens.

	“Just like that,” he encouraged, taking the lead and grabbing her by the hips, thrusting rhythmically. His cock was hitting all the right places, and the knot only helped by putting pressure on her sensitive bits, as waves of pleasure shot through her body like little electrical surges. At this point, Mark and Derrek had taken complete control, the only thing she could do right now was be a good kitten and allow them to manhandle her however they liked, grabbing her by the hips, gripping her tail, pushing down on her head, gripping her ears.

	It was Derrek who started bucking first, his thrusting slowing down but his cock starting to twitch, and Annabelle knew exactly what he was doing; filling her to the brim with his hot seed, impregnating her like the little kitten she was. 

	“Shit!” Mark exclaimed as he couldn't hold on any longer, pressing down on her head and spurting his hot milkies deep in her throat. Several waves of cum threatened to make her gag and ruin the moment, but she gulped as fast as she could, filling her tummy with Mark's seed. Even then, some still managed to dribble down her chin.

	It was too much. Between the intense breeding and finally getting her coveted milkies, she felt her own body twitch and spasm as waves of orgasmic bliss blotted everything else out for a few blessed seconds, her body collapsing soon after, held aloft by the two boys.

	“Good kitten...” Derrek panted as Mark slowly pulled out of her muzzle, wiping his dribbling member on her hair. With her muzzle free, she laid her head in his lap, panting from exhaustion. Mark had it easy, he could just pull out, but being mated with a canine meant that his knot had swollen to a huge size after he came; she had been knotted, bred, and tied, which only made her glow even more in pleasure. An intense happiness overcame her, like her purpose in life had been fulfilled, and she started purring contentedly while resting in Mark's lap. She had since closed her eyes, so she couldn't tell which one had started to softly stroke her hair and ears, and which one was caressing her back, but she could guess.

	“You liked that, didn't you?” Derrek asked, trailing his finger down her back and back up, giving her a tender back rub.

	“Yes Derrek,” she answered honestly. “It felt amazing.”

	“You *love* being bred.” It wasn't a question, it was a command. She didn't even have to be told this one, and yet, even if she had any doubts, it was now cemented in her brain as fact.

	“I love being bred...”

	“You love cock.”

	“I love cock...” 

	“Your only purpose in life is breeding and serving the big kids.”

	“My only purpose is breeding and serving...”

	“That's hot,” Mark commented, ruffling Annabelle's hair.

	“Right? Our own little breeding kitten, ready and willing.” Annabelle purred even more at the thought, the thought of making Derrek and Mark happy was the only thing in her mind. 

	After a few minutes of snuggles and relaxation, Derrek was soft enough to pull out. After his cock slid out, she could feel how loose she was, twitching and trying to hold his seed in. Despite her best efforts, she could feel it running down her legs.

	“Go get cleaned up,” Derrek commanded, “and then take care of your own girly mess.” Annabelle looked down to where she had been kneeling, and the floor and front of the couch under her was completely soaked with ropes of her cum.

	“Meep, sorry,” she apologized, blushing profusely.

	“It's okay kitten,” Derrek assured her, “you did a good job.” Annabelle glowed with equal praise and blush as she trotted off to get towels to clean up after their fun.

	After she had suitably cleaned herself and the carpet and couch, Derrek and the other two went back to the original plan for the night; gaming. It seemed skill was not one of the things suppressed by the collar, as she easily beat them in whatever games they played; that, or they let the girl win. Either way, she was happy.

	As the night drew on and became later and later, the two boys decided to watch a movie with the lights off. They had her make popcorn and bring sodas, and after everyone was settled, Derrek allowed her to snuggle up next to him and cuddle as they watched. Partway through the movie, Derrek didn't even need to say a word. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard on, and Annabelle knew exactly what to do.

	“Good girl,” he praised as she knelt down in front of him.

	“This time, *I* get to fuck her,” Mark declared, quickly situating himself behind her.

	She was in heaven.

	In the wee hours of the morning, when she was tired but before she was allowed to sleep, the big kids made her put on her frumpy boy clothes again. She complained of course, and wanted to keep wearing her pretty girl clothes, but they said it had to be done, and they knew best. Once the pretty girl clothes were put away, and she was all settled into her boy clothes, they pulled out the couch so all three of them could sleep on it, Mark and Derrek on each side, and her in the middle. Annabelle fell asleep snuggled up to Derrek, the last thoughts floating through her obedient little mind was that this was the most fun night she'd ever had in a long time, and that she was happy.