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Viewer Discretion is advised. [/b][/i][/u]\n\nFor my semi-final [b]Stocking Stuffer 2024[/b] update (There'll be one more thing uploaded tomorrow, but it's outside the event's formal date range) we have something I know a lot of people have been waiting for a while: [b]Sisselixer 2.5![/b]\n\nWell... the first part of it, anyway!\n\nHahahaha. Wooo boy, I was nervous about breaking it into parts, but it's a huge story and I'm still editing the later parts of it. At the same time, I worried if I didn't upload at least some part of it, people would riot. So yeah! Consider this Part 1 of 2! (Or maybe 3) with more to come in the next few weeks.\n\n[u]But before you read it, please read what I have to say below:[/u]\n\nThis story might not be the darkest thing I've ever written, but by the standards of Sisselixer-Canon, it's a darker tale than most: The full story involves abduction, brainwashing, gaslighting, and a very non-consensual transformation. For the most part with the core Sisselixer stories I like to channel themes of acceptance, growing to love who you become, and end on a happy note... this story doesn't get there for a while! It's also, at least in the first half, not actually that homosexual! There's a lady, and lady bits involved!\n\nIf all of that isn't a deal-breaker for you, I[b] can promise you an experience I'm rather proud to have created[/b], and one that I'm excited to share with you all. \n\nAnd if it is a deal-breaker for you?[u][i][b] Rest assured that Sisselixer 2.5 will not be required reading for the eventual Sisselixer 3 when it comes out.[/b][/i][/u] This is a side-story, meant to give closure to some characters from Sisselixer 2 and explore the backstory of one character in particular. You might enjoy it more if you read Sisselixer 2 first, but it can be read as a stand-alone story and still enjoyed as such.\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Content Warning:  This story contains non-consensual themes including deception, manipulation, and abduction. Viewer Discretion is advised.

For my semi-final Stocking Stuffer 2024 update (There'll be one more thing uploaded tomorrow, but it's outside the event's formal date range) we have something I know a lot of people have been waiting for a while: Sisselixer 2.5!

Well... the first part of it, anyway!

Hahahaha. Wooo boy, I was nervous about breaking it into parts, but it's a huge story and I'm still editing the later parts of it. At the same time, I worried if I didn't upload at least some part of it, people would riot. So yeah! Consider this Part 1 of 2! (Or maybe 3) with more to come in the next few weeks.

But before you read it, please read what I have to say below:

This story might not be the darkest thing I've ever written, but by the standards of Sisselixer-Canon, it's a darker tale than most: The full story involves abduction, brainwashing, gaslighting, and a very non-consensual transformation. For the most part with the core Sisselixer stories I like to channel themes of acceptance, growing to love who you become, and end on a happy note... this story doesn't get there for a while! It's also, at least in the first half, not actually that homosexual! There's a lady, and lady bits involved!

If all of that isn't a deal-breaker for you, I can promise you an experience I'm rather proud to have created, and one that I'm excited to share with you all.

And if it is a deal-breaker for you? Rest assured that Sisselixer 2.5 will not be required reading for the eventual Sisselixer 3 when it comes out. This is a side-story, meant to give closure to some characters from Sisselixer 2 and explore the backstory of one character in particular. You might enjoy it more if you read Sisselixer 2 first, but it can be read as a stand-alone story and still enjoyed as such.

Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "[center][t]Sisselixer 2.5: Chastity the Poodle[/t]\nA Kinky Story by TerinasTiger for Anonymous\n\n[i]You are passing through a different dimension than what is known to humankind. \n\nIt is a dimension as deep as your pockets and full of opportunities. It is the staging ground between fan and fiction, between patron and creator, and the rules of reality are malleable as long as the price is right.\n\nWithin it you may see beloved characters from other works, but they may act differently. Almost as if someone else were writing them. This is a dimension fueled by imagination. \n\nYou are entering…\n\n The Commission Zone.[/i]\n[/center]\n[center]————[/center]\n\n[b][center]Part 1: Richard[/center][/b]\n\n“Take this, you bitch!” Jessi giggled, the snow leopard straddled atop his squirming prey; a predator's glint in his eyes as the rodent squeaked and hunted for any avenue to escape. Unfortunately there would be none for the mouse boi, his booty shorts and panties trailing down to his ankles. “For being such a bad boi and tricking me into becoming a sissy, you get spanks!” Jessi growled, but to a discerning ear his voice held no note of true spite.\n\nRather, especially to the well-versed members of the Siss-T club gathered there, that curvy little kitten's rumbling hinted to his growing satisfaction.\n\nThis type of fun wasn't all too uncommon anymore. It had been only around a year since one of the greatest changes in the past century had transpired: As a result of a queer tiger-man selling suspicious sodas in a shopping mall, humans were no longer the sole sentient species on Earth. Each flavor of soda bore a different name and theme, transforming any human who drank it into an anthropomorphic furry creature, alongside a body-type and a sexual palette alluded to by the soda's design.\n\nThere was TropiTwink Punch, Brute Beer, Cuck-a-Cola, Dr. Dom, Poppa Pop (Poppa Pop was also occasionally labeled as Father Fizz), and many, many more. No one was quite certain exactly how many different varieties and flavors of transformative soda there really were. Fewer knew if all the flavors were based on gay stereotypes or if there were other flavors out there that did other things.\n\nNot since the military had been called in to raid the sales-cat's supply during the initial outbreak.\n\nBut...somehow a surplus of various flavors of the beverage had eluded the government's iron fist and gone underground, turning up in strange places. Some had been passed around at parties, leading to temporary transformations with small dosages, spicing up their evening with a menagerie of lustful bestial sex. Some had been bought by elderly souls seeking a second chance of youthful vigor despite potential risks, and more followed in their footsteps, as others bought and consumed by those eager to toss away their humanity and live a new lease on life as something else entirely. The members of the Siss-T typically were embodied by those who wanted to live as something else; former humans who chose to become girly, gay, fabulous furry femboys by imbibing the most popular soda of them all:\n\nSisselixer.\n\nOne sip could make a masculine man’s voice crack like they were going through a second puberty. A shot glass could make even a testosterone-laiden brute into a willowy, boyish thing with a micro-penis and a mellifluous voice almost like that of a female porn star for a few hours. Drink enough and you would start to sprout whiskers and a tail. A whole 36 ounces in less than an hour was enough to extinguish the flames of masculinity in even the most Heraclean of men, twisting their bodies into something androgynous enough to pose for the centerfold of a Playboy magazine without any guy the wiser, or questioning their sexuality. The members of the Siss-T club were all former males who willingly chose to become “sissies”, drinking Sisselixer for their own purposes to become what they were today.\n\nOr at least “willingly” was what all the club members told each other about their origins…\n\n“Stoppit! Stoppit, Jessi! It’s not funny anymore!” Tiny the mouse squeaked and squirmed, their fuzzy bottom jiggling as his friend’s paw spanked into it again and again. The mousey femboi scrabbled his front and back paws against the tile floor, trying to push free without much success. Each time he almost pushed out of Jessi’s grip, another swat to his pert ass made the white furred groan in pleasure and pause his quest for freedom.\n\nAs Chastity, the pink poodle stood there watching Tiny get spanked on the ass for the 5th club meeting in a row, he found himself wondering how many of them ever really had a choice in the matter.\n\nAs the spanking session went on, Chastity eyeing Tiny’s stiffy poking out against his undergarments, one of the other club members nudged his pink, fluffy shoulder. Chastity didn’t even need to turn his head to know who: It was a slender little red panda sissy femboi named Lin.\n\nWho had his paws over his eyes, the demure boi not wanting to watch the violence. “D-do you think Jessi w-will ever get tired of giving poor Tiny spanks every time we meet?”\n\n“Non.” The pink furred french poodle-boi shook his head. “Zat ess not likely, Lin.” He adjusted the angle on his smartphone’s camera. Of course Chastity was recording this whole thing for the Siss-T MewTube channel and his own personal Peepr feed. The Siss-T club’s members all enjoyed flaunting their new bodies online to some extent, even Lin, and Chastity had gotten written permission from each of his friends to document their kinky misadventures for viewers online to enjoy in whatever capacity they desired. The fact that their escapades brought in decent money Chastity split with them certainly had helped even Lin get over any concerns about modesty.\n\nAnd they were hardly alone there; Ever since Sisselixer, there were no shortage of sissified men out there, doing the same. Not to mention the Brutes, Dads, and other transformed furry males competing for eyeballs on the internet. One side effect of these Transformative sodas was that it’d created a new generation of camwhores.\n\nBut Chastity considered the Siss-T club’s efforts to stand out from the crowd because of his work. Even before joining the club, he’d had more experience there than he’d ever have liked to admit…\n\nLin tugged his paws away from his eyes. “B-but Tiny doesn’t deserve this much, does he? He was just trying to show Jessi how good it feels…” Hearing the red panda’s response snapped Chastity out of his introspection.\n\nThe comment made Chastity growl. “Zat ess why we helped Tiny do eet, oui.” The pink poodle swished his hips. “Zat ess ze lie we believed.”\n\n“Luh-Lie?” Lin’s eyes went wide. They were pretty little things that glistened in the illumination from the ceiling lights. Chastity wished he had azure gemstones that pretty to wear. “B-but that’s-”\n\nThe pair’s conversation was interrupted by a yelp from their subdued friend. Tiny was squirming, having managed to squirm into a position onto Jessi’s lap, but he didn’t seem to be trying to escape anymore. The white-furred mouse’s breathing had become heavy and uneven pants, his face flushed, as he ground and bucked his crotch against Jessi's thigh, while the feline continued to smack his rear. A moment later Chastity heard Tiny break down into a loud, sensual moan, the mouse announcing to the world that he was creaming his strawberry-printed frilly panties from the spanking alone. Chastity rolled his eyes. “Disappointing, oui. Af-ter vat Tiny went through, I expected better from zem.”\n\nLin actually growled, and Chastity felt his heart sinking. “Not d-disappointing! Wrong! How could Tiny do something like that?!?” It was rare to see his cute little panda-sissy upset, and it always felt wrong to the poodle… Lin deserved nothing but joy in her life, as far as Chastity was concerned. “H-how could ANYONE?!?”\n\nChastity considered not replying. Lin had a sheltered life that had led to a sweet, affectionate sort of decency, and Chastity found he wished more people shared Lin’s worldview. But he couldn’t let Lin’s question go unanswered. “Eet is not zat rare, Lin.” With a click of a button on the touchscreen, the recording of Tiny’s erotic punishment ended. This conversation wasn’t for the internet to hear. “Zere are predators zat will use any tool zey can get zere paws on. Tiny ess prey.”\n\nLin gave a nervous squeak. “W-what?!? But he said he-”\n\nChastity waved a pink fuzzy paw at his innocent femboy friend. “Tiny ess compensating. Making ze best of a bad hand. Like ve all must. But ze truth of it I know. Eet was two big strong Brute Beer boys at ze gym Tiny went to. Zey bullied him and made him drink ze soda.” Chastity growled. “Zey thought it would wear off. Zey were idiots. Tiny told zemself zat ze chose zis life. Eet was a tiny leetle lie to make zemself feel strong and empowered.”\n\nLin’s eyes went wide. “That- that’s really cruel.” Chastity watched as the little red panda boi fell silent and stared down at his paws. “I- I never knew that about Tiny.” After a moment, the sissy panda tilted her head. “I just was really happy to finally be in a body that felt right. That felt like I always wanted to be. And I was happy to be around people who I thought felt the same.” He blushed and murred, gazing back up to Chastity. “I never imagined anyone would violate someone like that…”\n\nChastity growled. “Lin, WE helped Tiny.”\n\nThe red panda sputtered. “Tiny said it was just letting Jessi try it out! Decide if he wanted to be a sissy or not! I would never have-” \n\nChastity nodded. “Zat ess what I believed too. When Tiny told me. I should have been more suspicious. Zat is why I am not stopping Jessi, even though zis ess getting repetitive, and ze followers of ze channel online are complaining. I did not want to think zat Tiny would do something like zat. I trusted in what he and I shared.” It had felt like a betrayal of sorts, Tiny tricking them into helping. \n\nA moment passed before Lin’s eyes went wide. “Did- did something like that happen to you?”\n\nAt that, the sissy poodle-boi knew he’d said too much. Lin had the closest thing Chastity had ever seen to a pure heart. “Eet ess nothing you want to hear, Lin.” Staining that heart was the last thing the french poodle ever wanted to do.\n\nLin fell silent for a moment, as a panicked squeak from behind them indicated that Jessi wasn’t done with Tiny yet. Once the horny mouse noises had subsided, Lin looked back up. “Chastity… I think I’d like to decide that for myself.” Reaching out, the red panda took Chastity’s paw, squeezing it. “Sisselixer helped me become the version of myself I wanted to be, but you helped me learn how to be proud of it. How to dress in a way that felt right, how to do my fur… how to look outside like I felt inside.” Those pretty blue eyes were glistening up at the poodle. “But I met you through the Siss-T club, and I don’t know much about who you were before it. Please… tell me?”\n\n Chastity closed his eyes.\n\nAnd sighed.\n\n“Zis ees a story you vill not tell another soul, Lin.”\n\n-~-~-~-~-\n\n“Oooof!”\n\nWith a crash, a young man slammed into a grey garbage can, slumping downwards onto the ground, wheezing in pain. “W-what the fuck, Richard!” Brushing tangled golden locks of hair away from his green eyes, the battered human rolled off his side, trying to push himself back to his feet. “This feels a bit extreme!”\n\nA large presence loomed over him. “You don’t pay on time, you get beat.” A pair of knuckles cracked.\n\n“I DID pay you!” The young man spat back, before breaking down into a coughing fit, covering his mouth and wincing as his fingers stroked at the bruise on his cheek.\n\n“Sure, you paid me back what I gave you” Cracking his knuckles, Richard snorted. “But you’re still on the hook for the 15% interest.”\n\n“What?!?!” Joshua sputtered. “C-come on man, I thought that was a joke! We both laughed when you brought it up, remember? You- you aren’t seriously telling me you were serious about charging me daily interest?”\n\n“Oh, you think I tell jokes?” Richard scowled. “What, am I a clown now?” Standing over the prone debtor, a hulking brute of a man reached up to pull a pair of shades away from his eyes. The black tinted lenses were circular, with a polished golden frame that glinted in the dim light of the alleyway. “You only have yourself to blame, Joshua.” Wiping his shades clean with the fabric of a plaid scarf slung over one shoulder, the brute took a few steps forward. “Everyone knows when you borrow money from a bank, you gotta pay more than you borrowed.” Lifting the cleaned shades back up, the brute pushed them up the bridge of his nose, until they rested in a little nick midway up. “Why would it be any different if you borrowed from a guy like me?”\n\nJoshua pushed his arms against the concrete, pushing his trembling body up in an attempt to stand. The brute gave him a kick to the sides, sending the scrawny young man careening back down onto his side. Joshua fell into another coughing fit, his hands racing down to clutch at his stomach as he rolled to tilt his back to his atta. “T-thought… wuzza joke…”\n\nWith a click of his tongue, the brute rolled his eyes. “Uh huh. You’re a broken record. Look, if you’re going to be coughing up blood everywhere, can you at least keep it off my pants? These jeans were hand stitched at a master craftsman’s online Yetsy shop. Not that you’d ever know what that means, chump.” Richard rolled his eyes as he watched the trembling heap of failure, that waste of testosterone, just sputter and try to push himself up.\n\nAs Richard moved to kick him again, Joshua held his hands up. “Ok! Ok!” He coughed and gasped. “I’ve got the money! I- I was saving it to buy an engagement ring, b-but- Just gimme a second to get my wallet!”\n\nThe hulking hipster lowered his leg mid-kick. “You go for a knife or something and I kick you in the face.”\n\nFrom his position slumped against one of the walls of the alleyway, Joshua fished for his wallet as Richard watched, his muscles tensed as he waited for a double-cross or some last desperate attempt to escape. Instead, he saw a leather wallet open and a fan of greenbucks greeted his eyes. The abused man counted it out for him, the payment delivered in full, with interest. “T-tuh-there… now we’re good, right?” He sniffled and cried, as Richard felt bile rising in his throat from the pathetic display.\n\n“Yeah, we are. Next time pay off your debts before you go saving for something expensive.” Richard rolled his eyes, reaching down to fish through his pockets to pull out a clove cigarette. Lighting up, he took a drag on it, before puffing out a cloud of smoke down towards the prone man. \n\n“You fucking sissy.”\n\nTurning, Richard strode out of the alleyway, turning onto a sidewalk, passing by a woman in a bright pink dress who had been lingering outside the alleyway, but he paid her very little mind. He’d just got paid well for a few minutes of roughhousing. The hipster wanted to tie one on before the night went on and the clubs got more lively.\n\nHe was off to his favorite pub.\n\n————\n\n“Oh, you poor thing!”\n\nA woman in pink approached Joshua as he picked himself up off the concrete of the alleyway. “That lug of a thug tenderized you like a tough cut of meat, didn’t he?” Walking over towards him, she crouched down. Joshua felt soft fingers stroking along his bruised body. “Can you stand? Do you need me to call you an ambulance?”\n\nIt was difficult to see her with the tears in his eyes. Between the smoke and the pain from the wounds, Joshua hadn’t stopped crying yet. It was hard to think through the haze of pain. “I- I’m not a sissy.” He said, between sniffles. Joshua didn’t really have a reason to say it to her. It didn’t answer her questions. But he wasn’t thinking straight.\n\n“I know your ego’s as bruised as you are, but you needn’t worry about that!” Joshua blinked, his vision finally clearing as he gazed up at her. “I don’t think you’re a sissy!” She was a woman who he thought he had seen before. Her golden locks of hair, the bright pink color of her dress matching her fingernails. He thought he’d seen her before, but he couldn’t quite place where. The woman tapped on her phone, not even gazing up at him. “More like a poor unfortunate bunny that got bitten by a big dumb wolf.”\n\nIt bothered Joshua that he felt like he should recognize her. After a moment, something on the tip of his tongue finally slipped out. “...D-Delight?” He paused. “Yeah. You’re the woman from t’advertisement for that weird hotel…”\n\nThat prompted a titter from the woman in pink, before she tucked her smartphone away and crouched down to pick him up. “Goodness, you’re well informed!” With her help, Joshua managed to pull himself back up until he was standing. “No, you’re not a sissy, little bunny.” A plastic, cloying smile spread along her lips. \n\n“But I think I know who might be…”\n\n————\n\n\nBritt’s Pub was like a yard sale of vintage clutter, 80ies and 90ies nostalgia items lining the walls, and a few people standing outside enjoying a smoke nearly every moment of the night when it was open.\n\nRichard stared at the spent stub of his cigarette, flicking it onto the sidewalk ahead of him before grinding it down with one of his leather shoes before he entered. Pushing and budging through the people gathered to watch the garage band playing on stage that evening, he took a seat at the bar. Richard demanded the bartender’s attention with several snaps of his fingers until she noticed him, locking eyes with her as he gave his order. “Minty Arnold Palmer.” As the bartender mixed it, Richard folded his arms onto the counter in front of his barstool, hanging back and looking out at the people gathered along the club. As the bartender set his drink in front of him, he took a sip, thought for a moment, and then finished the drink in a few big swigs. \n\nHe wanted to feel the booze in his system before he went out clubbing, and usually it took a few drinks before he really felt buzzed. Snapping his fingers a few times to call the bartender back over, he pushed the empty glass back. “Another!”\n\nAn hour and four more drinks of varying strengths in, and he was starting to feel the booze buzzing in his mind. His were cheeks rosy red and his body feeling warm and invigorated. “Another!” He growled as the bartender rolled her eyes and took his empty glass.\n\n“Maybe you’d like a Sex on the Beach instead?”\n\nA breathy voice hit Richard’s ear, as if the woman speaking had just recently had a shattering orgasm worthy of the drink she’d proposed. Long curls of golden hair bounced as she leaned over to gaze at him, a pair of emerald eyes twinkling like polished gemstones as a creamy hand with bright pink nails rose to cover her mouth. A titter escaped it even so. He thought he could recognize her, but as he stared at her his mind drew a blank. Hadn’t he seen her around somewhere recently? But where? As he tilted his head and squinted, trying to remember through the haze of his buzz, the woman in pink seemed to eat his confusion up. Her slender hand was doing a poor job covering the growing smile spreading across her lips. \n\n“I’d try anything once, but I don’t see no beach anywhere.” Richard replied, his gaze lingering upon her as he considered why she was there. Had she seen him kick the shit out of that guy? Or… had she BEEN that guy? Joshua did look pretty girly, the fucking sissy. He could’ve probably pulled off a pink dress… but Richard wasn’t sure. He frowned and squinted at the lady sitting next to him.\n\n“Maybe we could make do with just the ‘sex’ part.” The woman’s voice had a throaty purr in it as she leaned forward, her hand sliding on the table towards his. \n\nAnd Richard’s eyes went wide. “ Heh. First time I’ve ever had someone try to jump my bones so early in a night out clubbing.” Her hand had gotten close enough to almost be touching his and Richard was debating if that was a good thing or not: He didn’t read her behavior as drunkenness but her amorous attitude seemed to push a suspicious button for him. Richard was debating whether he wanted to stick his dick in crazy or not.\n\n“I don’t like to waste time.” The woman said back. “Being first just means you get what you want before everyone else gets a piece.” Her hand fell on his, and Richard could feel how warm it was. “A piece of a big, strong, brutish stud of a man who gets what he wants…”\n\nRichard felt himself flushing. Her touch felt smooth and warm and soft. The sensation was like lightning crackling through his veins, running from his hand up to his mind, as it sparked in recognition “Wait.” He pulled his hand off hers and drew back. “You’re- that lady! The one from the-” He stammered and fell silent, talking faster than his intoxicated brain could think. He’d definitely seen a woman like her watching him getting paid by Joshua! He hadn’t thought much of it at the time because she wasn’t making a big deal out of it, or calling the cops or anything. “Huh. Yeah. You are.” He stared at her. Now that he remembered her, he wasn’t sure what it meant. She’d called him “strong”, and she was all over him. He swirled the ice in his empty glass, trying to think clearly. Did some girls just got hot and bothered by a display of masculine force? He’d never met a chick who got wet seeing him punch out another dude, but there was a first time for everything, he supposed.\n\nAnd she was pretty hot.\n\nAnd smelled like something fruity and sweet.\n\nHis dick twitched, stiffening in his pants, as he imagined bending her over on a bed and…\n\nThe drunken man made his decision.\nAs the bartender dropped his drink in front of him, he made his decision. “Let me finish my drink first.” Reaching out, Richard grasped his drink and lifted the glass up to his lips. “Then we’ll find some place to go and let you have as many pieces of me as you can handle…” He started to relax as the booze hit his tongue. \n\nShe seemed like she’d be an easy lay.\n\n“The name’s Richard Chien.” He tilted his head back, swallowing as much of his drink as he could. A drink like that was meant to be sipped and savored, but so was a woman like the one before him. And she’d ‘go bad’ if he left her waiting too long.\n\n“Oh? What a fitting name! You’ll be perfect.” She cooed, waving her elegant hand in front of her. “I’m Desiree Domari Delight, and I’ll be your delight this evening.” Richard swore he could almost see a glint of excitement in those deep green pools as she squeezed his hand with hers. “I’ve got a nice private little hotel room nearby here. It’d be just the perfect place to start having some fun, if you’re willing to follow me…”\n\nAs it turned out, he was.\n\nMs. Delight led the human hipster out of the pub and down one block, turning towards the east to lead him down another few blocks, before they arrived at the destination she had in mind. “Well, here we are.” With one hand, the woman in the pink dress gestured upwards, towards a building bathed in pink neon lights. \n\n“This place?” Richard visibly cringed as he gazed up at it, rethinking his interest in an easy lay like Desiree for at least a moment.\n\n“Yup! It’s home sweet home, at least for now.” The woman circled around him, tracing a hand along the man’s back in a gentle caress that made him rethink leaving just enough so that he didn’t. As she finished walking in a circle, Ms. Delight gestured up to the building, with a smile on her face as she stood before him. “The Pink Poodle Hotel and Casino!”\n\nIt hadn’t always been named that, of course. In fact, Richard remembered that long before the place had been redone with pepto-bismol paint and matching pink lights, it had been called \"The Ante'd Bet Hotel and Casino\". A familiar haunt that he set foot in since it closed down due to a fire a few years back. Just a year ago whoever bought it had reopened and re-branded the place. It was staggering to Richard to see it now; He hadn’t expected just how much would have changed under the new management, who clearly had their own gaudy sense of taste. Shadowing his lady in pink inside, his eyes widened as he was bestowed with a visual reminder of what else had changed about one of his old haunts.\n\n\"Arf! Hiiiii!\"\n\nThe coquettish introduction originated from a black-furred french poodle, keeping a delicate balance upright on their foot-paws. Richard watched as the creature sauntered forward, panting and tittering, to greet the duo with a warm smile. All they wore was a skin-tight pink leotard with a small roundish bulge near the front of the crotch. \"I'm Licorice, and it's just sooo fabulous to see you both! Woof woof woof!\" Licorice's excitement was evident in their flitting tail, and the brief instinctive flares of their nose inhaling a new scent. They stopped their approach to bend down into a bow, their left arm folding to rest up against their stomach, as their right arm lifted up to gesture towards the pair. \"Now, what can I do to make your evening all the more pleasant?\"\n\nInstead of replying, Richard gazed around the interior of the hotel. He was curious about something, and a moment's glance told him his gut was right.\nIt wasn't just the greeter at the front door. Every single one of the employees at the Pink Poodle was one of those freaks who had drunk one of those disgusting sodas. The ones Richard had heard of on some news program a few days ago. The sodas that transformed people. Everywhere he glanced, even in his peripherals, slender two-legged canine creatures crossed the casino floor, garbed in the same form-fitting pink leotard. And not only did their leotards match, so did their breed. They were all one kind of dog:\nFrench poodles.\nEach poodle had a svelte and delicate frame, looking like they had been taken from the cover of some Playboy-lookalike magazine, save for the bulging package tucked beneath the crotch of their leotards. Maybe it was the new owner's fetish or something; to employ nothing but furry girls and androgynous furry boys who dressed and giggled and acted like girls, and make it hard to tell the two apart.\n\nBut it wasn’t Richard’s fetish. “Hey, you know, maybe we can just hit up my place?” The hipster gave a shrug, looking up at Ms. Delight, and gesturing back to the doors they’d just come through. “It’s a bit messy, but…” \n\nHis easy lay just puffed out her lower lip in a pronounced pout. “But we’re so close! Don’t tell me my big strong man is afraid of a little pretty puppy…”\n\nWith a snort, Richard folded his arms. “Never said I was.” He looked over at Licorice, who just waved and giggled. “It’s just-” It’s just that he was never sure if the doggy girls employed were boys or girls and it was weirding him out. Until today he’d never really thought about these fuzzballs much, and now seeing them in the flesh made him feel uncomfortable for some reason.\n\nMs Delight just cooed, an impish smile creasing her lips. Curiosity overtook her, her tongue grazing her lips. \"Oh...so it's the other way around?\"\nShock and revulsion struck Richard in a hurry. \"Not on your life.\"\nSidestepping the quick rejection, Ms. Delight rested her hands on her lap, the weight of her head shifting to one shoulder in an inquisitive fashion. \"You'd be surprised, Mr. Chien. I've asked a lot of people that question, and the ones with the most rapid retorts end up usually being the ones that can't contain themselves around them.\" Her fingers fanned below her bottom lip, giving a soft 'awww'.\n\"Awww! Tee hee!\" Licorice joined in, the pair giggling like schoolgirls gossiping. Ms. Delight clicked her tongue, gauging Richard.\n\"Your face is so red and flushed, and it's only been that bright since we've gotten in here.\" Richard's cheeks burnt even hotter when she pointed that out, the very insinuation was...\nHer words were honeyed, sweet. \"They're very pretty. I don't blame you if you feel that way. All these adorable puppies leaving so little to the imagination, prancing around with such effortless bodies that'd put models to shame.\" The human woman took a soft exhale and used it to whistle playfully, as if drawing every pup's attention ever so briefly, all their attention tunneling NEAR Richard, for a split second.\n\"Maybe the second we're in bed, your mind will wander off to one of these pretty puppies. They're a very good cure for whiskey-dick, or so I've heard.\" She teased his inebriation briefly, before coaxing him from his shell, coiling her arm and entangling it with his, side to side, leaning her head to his shoulder this time.\n\n\"Some men swear by them, Mr. Chien.\" she gestured toward the black-furred receptionist, then brought a dramatic hand toward her forehead. \"Imagine poor little me, having to compete with that. It isn't fair, is it? Those soft, open arms, their plump fluffy ass...and the tail. Oh gods that TAIL! Can a regular human woman compete in your heart, when man's best friend can now do so much more than just sit pretty on your lap? Woe is me, Mr. Chien!\"\nLicorice, the black-furred poodle just cooed at the display. \"Aww! Do you actually, like, feel that way about me, mister? I'm, uh, soooo flattered!\"\nRichard's head pounded like a snare drum, as he tried to wind the conversation away from being derailed. \"Now, hold on. I'm a fan of the classics, and you should know.\"\nMs Delight's brow rose in a seductive come-hither motion, the space between their faces dissipating.\n\"Oh? Mind if I ask for proof?\"\nRichard's irritated growl immediately shifted into an irresistible grin. \"I won't be gentle.\"\n\"You better not. I won't be.\" she teased tugging at his arm to lead him away, and he did little to resist.\n“See you again soon, Mistress!” Licorice waved as the pair wandered away.\n\n————\n\nThe second they got into her bedroom, Richard pushed Desiree against a wall and kissed her firmly, pushing his body against her dress. She smelled like strawberries and cream, and the scent made his member tingle. With another thrust of his body against hers, the hipster broke the kiss. “So we doing this up against a wall, or am I putting you on the bed?”\n\nDesiree stifled a moan as he thrust against her once more, and then gave a huff. “I have a bit of a fun idea, actually…” She pushed him away with decent effort, the pink-clad woman slipping past the bed, and cracking open the door of the room's mini-fridge. \"Are you still wiling to try anything once?\" She inquired, tenderly jostling a pale pink can in her dainty hands. \"Ooooor would you rather go back downstairs and flirt with Licorice?\" she teased, pantomiming the receptionist and being playful all in one by sticking her tongue out.\n\nRichard accepted her challenge with a grin. “Bring it on, toots.”\n\nShe held up the can, setting it on a narrow circular table near the bed, moving to grab two plastic-wrapped glass cups in front of the nearby ice bucket. \"Then a toast.\" Her words were classy, and definitely not the sort a thug like Richard anticipated for a 'anything once' type of challenge. \"My big, strong brute.\" Desiree accentuated her comment with a compliment, setting the unwrapped cups next to the aluminum can, Richard's eyes glued to the pink label as she chuckled.\nIt wasn't a brand Richard recognized, the lettered title of 'Chienne' printed in a paler pink-white, decorated with various bubbles. As her finger curled back the tab, a faint whiff of cherries hung in the air. \"The hell?\" Richard snorted. \"You stupid, or something Desiree?\" his voice was laced with annoyance. \"After seeing all the freaky fuzzballs you've got downstairs, why would you even think of drinking this, let alone thinkin' I would?\" \nUndaunted, Ms. Delight began pouring the soda, just enough that each glass looked to be just a third full. Richard felt his face curling into a scowl as he glared at the silent woman.\n\nOnly to see Desiree Delight lift one of the glasses up to her lips, a loud slurping noise her response to him. “THIS isn’t Sisselixer. Why would I sully my lips with that rubbish?” Her voice dripped confidence as she set the glass down, her saliva intermingled with lipstick prints on the glass. “And you don’t see me sprouting fur or fangs, do you?” A slight smile creased her lips. “I simply thought a toast would be in order, wouldn’t you?” Taking the lipstick-stained glass back up, she held it towards him, the fluid in it sloshing about. “To a night of fun?”\n\nAny suspicion Richard had been kindling risked being extinguished as he watched her tilt the cup to her lips. From what little he remembered of the sodas from that news special, you had to drink them to transform. Wasn’t taking just a single sip enough to flush your humanity down the drain? He didn’t remember the details. “Yeah, I dunno…” If she was drinking that ‘Chienne’ stuff, it was either a mundane, normal soda that risked nothing except obesity in whoever drank it… or Desiree was just a crazy bitch gambling with her own species.\n\nDid he want to roll the dice on which option was true?\n\n“Eh, I don’t need the calories.” The man shrugged, deciding he wasn’t going to take the bait… but he wasn’t going to run away with his tail tucked between his legs, either. “We gonna bone, or not?” \n\nThe woman in pink’s eyes widened, as she tilted her head. “Oh? You’re hesitating now?” Clicking her tongue, Desiree set the drink aside and rose back up, slinking towards him. “Then let me be bold enough for the both of us… Mr. ‘I’ll try anything once’.” \n\nBefore Richard could bluster back at her, she darted in to kiss him. As their lips met, Richard tasted cherry on her lips, maybe the flavor of her lipstick or something? He didn’t pay it much thought. She was trying to get a rise out of him, with her mockery. And it was working. With a growl, he pushed her back onto the bed, his body bearing down on her. If she thought he was a fucking coward, he’d show her hold bold he could be. She’d made the first move, but he was going to get such satisfaction in making her moan as he put her in her place! Richard ground against her, feeling his cock stiffening beneath his pants. Her arms wrapped around his sides, petting his back in slow, gentle strokes. The pair of them fondled each other for a while, indulging in foreplay while Richard felt his ardor rising with his cock. He squeezed his arms against her, holding her down as they made out.\n\nOnly for Desiree to break the kiss. “Oooooh… you’re starting to get me so hot…” Her breathing was slow and heavy. Richard almost thought he could hear her heart racing. “But… ah, I'm smothered under you AND this dress, darling. And one simply MUST go....” She looked up at him, and moved to push a hand up against his chest. “Let a girl up?” \n\nCertain parts of Richard very badly did not want to let her up.\n\n“Nrrgh…” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t wanna. You’re soft.”\n\n“Hah! Am I your pillow or your lover, stud?” Desiree stuck her tongue out, before letting a smile crease her lips. “I think you’d rather see my dress off me than on me, wouldn’t you? I’m a bit pinned beneath your mighty cock right now, like a fly on display.” A glimmer of mischief played in her eyes. “But if you let me up, I could give you a show at least one of your heads might appreciate.”\n\nNow that was an incentive! Richard broke into a wide grin, pushing up off the bed and away from her. “Can’t say no to a free striptease, toots!” With a laugh, he moved to sit up on the bed, his legs dangling off of it as he allowed Desiree to escape.\n\n“Aaaah… spoken like a true gentleman.” With a tease, Desiree rose up, turning her back towards him as she lifted her arms to her shoulders. “By the time I turn back around, I don’t want to be the only one undressing.” Her fingers curled around the shoulder-straps of her dress. Rotating her hips, Desiree tugged each strap towards her arm bit-by-bit, letting him watch with increasing anticipation as he waited for the moment that her dress would finally fall away. \n\nIt was like waiting for a roller coaster to crest its first hill, every second feeling like the last before everything surged downhill with the speed of a waterfall. “Nnnf… you fucking tease… drawing this out…” Richard’s cock rubbing up against his underwear, chafing a bit until he reached to unzip fly and unbutton his pants. With less pressure on his shaft, the young man moved to rub at the growing stain of precum on his boxers. \n\nAnd then the dress fell away.\n\nDesiree Delight had fawn, unblemished skin across her back, nothing marring the soft, shapely surface that trailed and ripened out along the curve of her ass. Stepping out of the crumpled dress with a flick of her heel, leaving her high heels behind, Desiree swayed her hips, her bottom bouncing as she gyrated before Richard's eager eyes.\n\nA pair of pink, flower-embroidered panties were the only thing left shielding her body from his thirsty gaze.\n\nBut not for long; Richard quivered as he watched Desiree’s hands trace down each side of her body, her pink fingernails curling under the top of her underwear. \n\nHe licked his lips, imagining the taste of the forbidden fruit underneath them, as he watched his partner peel her panties down her thighs, until they lay at the floor like her dress. And she wasn’t the only one stirpping: At some point, he had kicked his pants off onto the floor, too. But while she was going slow and letting him savor every moment of her frisky frolic, he was disrobing on pure autopilot. Richard kept his attention on Desiree. Every sashay of her sides and shoulders, the way she twirled another step into a twirl, swiveling to face him. Her vulva more than merited a glance, but Richard's gaze was yanked away as his partner for the evening slid his hands, coupled in her own smaller mitts, up to the straps of her bra. \"Ooooh, there's always something just SO tantalizing about unwrapping a present, isn't there? A little thrill, at finding out what's underneath all the packaging.\" She cupped her firm breasts with each hand, bouncing them once. \"Don't you think?\"\n\nRichard felt his cock drooling precum onto his boxers as he teased himself. “Yeah. Yeah!” He huffed, his balls churning. The show was getting him nice and horny. All he was focused on was her. \n\n“Do you want to unwrap my present?” Desiree stared down at him, grinning. “The hook’s always a bit tricky for me to do on my own…”\n\n“Fuck yes!” Richard couldn’t respond any quicker, leaning forward. “Get back to the bed, toots, and let’s get this show on the road!”\n\n“Once I’ve wet my throat, stud.” Smirking, Desiree spun her body again, dancing back the way she came, towards her crumpled dress. And towards the narrow, circular table where the glasses of pink soda rested. Sticking the spin, she stood there less than a foot away from Richard, standing over him and locking her eyes with his. “You like what you see?”\n\nAs Richard nodded, her hand snaked downward. Towards the glasses, each a third full of the “Chienne” soda. Her fingers groped around for her glass.\n\n“Aaah!” There was a thunk, as a glass tipped over. Fizzy, fruity “Chienne” sloshed out of the glass, splashing all over Desiree’s stomach. As her spilled glass tumbled to the ground, the woman cringed. “Oops!” She sighed. “I’ve made such a mess…” with a theatrical groan, she broke her gaze away from his eyes.\n\nRichard stared down at her. “Geezus, it got all over, huh?”\n\nCringing, the woman nodded. “There’s fizz where fizz shouldn’t be now. What an… odd… sensation.” The bashful mask on her face fell away to another smile. “Not exactly an unpleasant one, though. Still, guess I should go shower off…”\n\nRichard sputtered, his hand jerking up to touch her waist, trying to bar her retreat. “What, a little spill ruined the mood for you? Come on, if I don’t bust a nut soon, some other part of me’s gonna explode!” \n\n“I’m not about to soak soda into my hotel bedding.” Desiree said, pushing against his hand, as if in an attempt to budge past him. Yet only for a moment. “But…” She turned back to face him, a glint of mischief returning to her eyes. “You wanna salvage the mood, stud?” Leaning down, Desiree wrapped her hands around Richard’s forehead as she whispered into his ear. “YOU could clean me up…”\n\n“I- what?!?” Richard stammered, his eyes widening as she ran her fingers through his hair. “How?!?”\n\nA titter escaped her lips, and after taking a breath, she clarified. “Put that tongue of yours to work, stud.”\n\nAs horny as he was, Richard only hesitated for a moment. If the soda was going to change her, he’d have seen some sign of a change by now, right?\n\nHe was too horny and too drunk to worry about it anymore. Leaning forward and letting her fingers trace wavy ripples through his hair, Richard bent down to lick along her stomach, Richard was rewarded with a quiet moan from his lover and a sweet, sugary taste along his tongue. \n\nHe found himself pulling back from her to lick his lips. “Chienne” wasn’t half bad. \n\n“Mmm… that felt hot, stud.” Ms Delight’s words were like cream as she purred into his ear. Moving, she sat her rear end down onto the pile of pillows at the top of the bed. “Good boy! So rare that I find a man willing to put more than his cock to use!” Parting her thighs, the woman gestured to her soda-soaked lower body. “Now I want to see you really put your tongue to work… get me nice and wet and moist for that massive throbbing meat of yours.” Desiree winked, lifting one arm back up to grab the other glass of pink soda. “But first… let me add a bit more flavoring.” Drawing the glass back, she dribbled a bit more around her navel, before leaving droplets down towards her clit. “Mrrr… like I said, this is my favorite beverage… trust me, you’ll love it more and more with every lick.”\n\nThe sight of his partner dribbling that pop onto her body made Richard’s cock throb in his boxers again. “You’re adding more? What, you like the feel of it on your skin too?”\n\nHis question was answered with a shudder and a moan from the woman. “It does feel… ooooh, so tingly and f-fizzy and-aaaaaah…” She squirmed on the bed, her back resting against the headboard as her ass squished against the pillows underneath it. “It’s- it feels really good, actually…” The amorous moan turned into an inviting gaze.\n\n“But it’ll feel better with your tongue lapping it up, won’t it?” Her words felt like a needy reminder; a hungry purr summoning his mouth back to her body. Richard felt his balls churning beneath his underwear as he crawled up to all fours on the bed, moving to push his head down between her thighs. The scent of the soda, a strong bouquet of cherries and cream, intermingled with the scent of the woman’s perfume. It was a heady, intoxicating thing that only grew stronger as Richard took a deep sniff between his paramour’s thighs. The bouquet of scents, along with the growing smell of lust from his bedmate for the evening, was making his head spin. She shuddered. “That’s a good boy… get me all warmed up with your tongue…” The human woman purred with a soft growl. Richard needed no further invitation, dipping his tongue into her soda-slick pussy, licking gently and savoring the sweet fruity taste. It had pooled within her clit, and each lick gave him another taste of the cherry-flavored soda, along with a moan from his partner telling him he was doing a good job.\n\nAs were her actual words. “Oooooh good boy… you’re being such a good boy for mommy right now… aaaah, that tongue feels so… tingly…” Ms. Delight was breathing heavily, her spread thighs squeezing gently against his body. Richard’s tongue DID feel tingly, as he kept working… though he supposed it was just because of the bubbles on the soda. It tasted good, and he liked the tingle, however, so he kept licking… each slurp feeling like his tongue was a bit longer than it had been before. After a few minutes of eating her out, however, the taste of the soda was fading, leaving him just tasting her delicious ambrosia. The taste of her milk was something he wanted more of with every lick. And once the soda-taste was gone completely, her hand pushed against his forehead, interrupting his feeding and making a needy whine escape his lips. “Come up for a breath of fresh air, my good boi…” Ms. Delight had the opened can of “Chienne” in her hand, having swapped out the emptied glass for it, and was dribbling another stream of the pink cherry fluid down her navel. “I want to refill. This is so fun, don’t you think?”\n\nRichard took a few breaths of air as his tongue flopped out to hang over his lower lip. “Y-yeah… You taste really good too.” He was panting, his whole face feeling kind of hot and tingly now. Gazing down at her pussy as she “filled” it, he licked his lips. He hadn’t expected her juices to taste that good, but the flavor mixing with the soda’s cherry flavor was almost addictive by itself. The sensation had spread from his tongue outward. The hipster hadn’t expected drinking soda out of a woman’s naughty bits would taste as good as it had, but here he was.\n\nLicking at her like an affectionate puppy.\n\n“That’s my good boi… aw, you’re so eager to please, aren’t you?” Ms. Delight had a red tint to her cheeks as she gestured down to her lower body, pink droplets of soda forming a path from her belly button to her vagina. “Why don’t you start by licking up my mess and work down to your favorite water dish?”\n\nHe needed no further invitation. Richard bent back down, putting his long tongue to work as he licked and slurped at Ms. Delight’s skin with a growing enthusiasm, savoring each drop of the spilled “Chienne” and the taste of her body. It felt like the more he was tasting of her, the sharper the scents of her lust and the sweet fizzy scent of the soda grew in his nose. “Goooooood booooi. Such a goooood boi for Momma Delight…” his easy lay kept cooing at him, reaching up to pet his head as he slurped and ate at her honeypot. The pets felt almost mind-bending good, like she was rubbing at some secret spot that sent another jolt of pleasure all up and down his body with each firm caress. Each time the soda filling her clit was emptied out, Ms. Delight would tell him to take another break, and Richard would come back up for air. He would watch her as she refilled his kinky treat, his whole body hot and tingly and his tongue flopping out. It felt like panting was helping him cool off. It wasn’t helping him with the craving to keep licking at her clit, though. At about the third break, Richie- Richard started to wonder how long they were going to fuck around with foreplay before getting to the main event. His dick was still throbbing, rock hard, grinding and drooling into the crotch of a pair of boxers that felt a bit more spacious than he remembered. \n\nStill, he gave a huff, leaning up and rubbing his snout against her upper body. “Can I put it in you now?” His voice sounded more like a needy whine than intended as he gazed up at Ms. Delight, feeling a fuzzy sensation as he pushed his cheeks against her bare flesh. “I’m hard and horny and-”\n\n“When the soda can is emptied, my good boi…” She cooed, leaning down to kiss at his forehead and rub between his ears, which twitched. “This is fun, no? And you are so cute already!” Richard didn’t know what she meant by that, but he was too horny to care. All he had to do was finish his soda and he could cum! His balls churned as he ground against the bed through his pants, huffing and eager for need as his owne- as his playmate refilled his treat. “Come drink from your favorite bowl, my good boi!”\n\nHe bent back down, his nose touching her flesh a bit faster than he expected. As if he didn’t remember the shape of his own face. Licking and slurping at the concoction of her salty nectar and the sweet cherry soda, Richard felt his body shudder with pleasure. Just the taste of both flavors intermingling made his cock spurt precum into his underpants, and lingering fruity aftertaste only heightened the experience. As he licked up his treat, Richard felt some pressure against his backside, just under his boxers. At first it was very mild, but it seemed to grow in intensity the longer he ate out Ms. Delight’s pussy. \n\nIt wasn’t the only thing growing in intensity. “Aaaah… aaaah…” The woman shuddered and groaned, an empty can of “Chienne” slipping from her hand and clanging on the floor. “Oh my good boi! You are making Momma so happy, just keep going-” She paused to moan, pushing her crotch up against his mouth, her thighs kissing his cheeks gently. Richard responded by burying his snout into her, pushing his tongue as deep as he could go and licking at her pearl as he dove. “Aaaaahhhhllllmoooooost theeerrre…” She cooed, flopping against the headrest of the hotel room bed, before shuddering and going tense. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” She shuddered against him, and Richie felt her climax splashing against his tongue, her howl of pleasure met with a twitching of his long licking tool, the taste of her cum sending an unexpected wave of pleasure washing down his whole body. Richard felt his cock twitching, dribbling, small spurts of precum dribbling out, and a growing heat building in his cock. Richard jerked his head away from Ms. Delight’s body, possessed by a fire in his loins like he’d never believed. “A-aaah!” Falling onto his butt on the bed and arching his head back, Richard felt his right hand moving to free his cock from his boxers, some sort of fuzz tickling his shaft as he gripped at it. Just the taste of her pussy juice was driving him crazy, making his dick burn with lust like he’d never felt.\n\nHe couldn’t wait for her permission.\n\nHe had to cum NOW!\n\nJerking his meat, Richard felt a canine whine escaping his lips as another wave of heat washed over his whole body. He pumped faster and faster, trembling, feeling something behind him twitch against his butt while another spurt of precum dribbled onto his fuzzy fingers. It took only a few moments, before Richard howled in a moment of lust, feeling his climax jet up and spatter against his chest. The hipster gazed down, looking at the cloudy white jizz soaking into the pink fur growing along his chest.\n\n“...wait.”\n\nHe blinked a few times, trying to process what he was seeing. Bright pastel-pink fur had replaced the usually brown-black body hair he had come to expect to see frosting his pecs. “W-what is this?!?” He looked further down, seeing his cock, still drooling a few last spurts of precum. He didn’t recognize its shape anymore: It was bright red, with a large throbbing bulge at the base of it. He closed his mouth, feeling his lips pressing against his tongue. Richard realized at that moment he’d been panting. It’d been helping his body handle the heat in the room around him. \n\nSitting up while reaching for her panties, Ms. Delight just chuckled. “Aww, you finally figured it out, didn’t you?”\n\nRichard hadn’t actually put two and two together yet, but he felt like he was on the cusp of something. “T-that fucking soda! But- but I saw you drink some! What the hell?!? Were you lying to me!” He had seen her drink it, hadn’t he? Her lips had left lipstick on the glass!\n\nHis response caused Ms. Delight’s human face to crease into a frown. “Tch. We’ll have to work on the swears, most clients don’t want a pretty poodle with a foul mouth.” She rubbed at her chin, while Richard stared through her off into space. “The drink touched my lips, but it never went into my mouth.I guess you were either too drunk, too horny, or too stupid to notice the level of the drink never changed.” Her frown faded away, turning into a small sneer painted along her perfect face. “In any event, I didn’t lie to you when I toasted our fun, ‘Stud’: This isn’t Sisselixer, and you never saw me transform. Because I never drank any.” Reaching down for the empty soda can of “Chienne”, she held it up in front of him. Richard could still see a drop of the pink beverage on the metal lip of the can. Just the thought of that taste made him lick his chops. “Some weird tiger-man sold the first few flavors of soda, but ‘Chienne’ is a new product of Delight Pharmaceuticals, the company I represent.” A snigger escaped her lips. To Richard’s ears, which seemed a lot sharper than he remembered them being, that laughter sounded insufferably self-satisfied. “We’re on contract with the government to reverse-engineer that inane ‘Sisselixer’ to reproduce it, and make new drinks from it. ‘Chienne’ is our first real success.”\n\n“You fucking robbed me of my humanity-” Richard felt a growl escaping his lips, a newly acquired muzzle that felt all too natural to him curling into a distinctly canine snarl.\n\n“-I saw a naughty stray abusing innocent people on the streets, and decided to give them some obedience training.” The woman’s grin grew wider. “You’ll be much more pleasant soon, especially if this batch of Chienne manages to adjust the brain’s neurochemistry to-”\n\n“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Richard lunged at her, slamming the woman who had called herself Ms. Delight into the bed and pinning both of her wrists down. As he gazed into her eyes, he snarled, looking for a trace of fear.\n\nOne he never found.\n\n“Oh, naughty puppy…” The woman just sighed, as behind them, their hotel room’s door slammed open. “The second we came into the hotel my people were trailing us.” Richard felt burly arms gripping each of his shoulders, yanking him away from Ms. Delight as he heard himself give a canine yelp of alarm. “No matter how this went out, you were never going to lay a finger on me.” \n\n“This is illegal, you bitch!” Richard howled out as two big burly men began dragging him off. He struggled, surprised by how hard it was. Richard had never felt so WEAK in his life.\n\n“Is it?” His bedmate put a finger to her chin. “I don’t know of any laws about transforming people being on the books. Besides…” Putting her panties on and standing up, Ms. Delight simply stuck her tongue out. “Every poodleboi working here in this hotel said the same thing once, naughty boy. We’re working for the government.” Richard growled and squirmed as he was dragged away. The tail he’d never wanted hurt as it scraped along the ground. “No one of consequence is going to take US to court, bitchie-Richie.”\n\n“DAMN IT! DAAAAMN IT!” Richard howled in frustration as he was dragged off.\n\nHer hand went to cover her lips as she giggled at his ire. “Don’t worry, you’ll learn to be a good girl soon…”\n\nTO BE CONTINUED!\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Sisselixer 2.5: Chastity the Poodle
A Kinky Story by TerinasTiger for Anonymous

You are passing through a different dimension than what is known to humankind.

It is a dimension as deep as your pockets and full of opportunities. It is the staging ground between fan and fiction, between patron and creator, and the rules of reality are malleable as long as the price is right.

Within it you may see beloved characters from other works, but they may act differently. Almost as if someone else were writing them. This is a dimension fueled by imagination.

You are entering…

 The Commission Zone.

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Part 1: Richard


“Take this, you bitch!” Jessi giggled, the snow leopard straddled atop his squirming prey; a predator's glint in his eyes as the rodent squeaked and hunted for any avenue to escape. Unfortunately there would be none for the mouse boi, his booty shorts and panties trailing down to his ankles. “For being such a bad boi and tricking me into becoming a sissy, you get spanks!” Jessi growled, but to a discerning ear his voice held no note of true spite.

Rather, especially to the well-versed members of the Siss-T club gathered there, that curvy little kitten's rumbling hinted to his growing satisfaction.

This type of fun wasn't all too uncommon anymore. It had been only around a year since one of the greatest changes in the past century had transpired: As a result of a queer tiger-man selling suspicious sodas in a shopping mall, humans were no longer the sole sentient species on Earth. Each flavor of soda bore a different name and theme, transforming any human who drank it into an anthropomorphic furry creature, alongside a body-type and a sexual palette alluded to by the soda's design.

There was TropiTwink Punch, Brute Beer, Cuck-a-Cola, Dr. Dom, Poppa Pop (Poppa Pop was also occasionally labeled as Father Fizz), and many, many more. No one was quite certain exactly how many different varieties and flavors of transformative soda there really were. Fewer knew if all the flavors were based on gay stereotypes or if there were other flavors out there that did other things.

Not since the military had been called in to raid the sales-cat's supply during the initial outbreak.

But...somehow a surplus of various flavors of the beverage had eluded the government's iron fist and gone underground, turning up in strange places. Some had been passed around at parties, leading to temporary transformations with small dosages, spicing up their evening with a menagerie of lustful bestial sex. Some had been bought by elderly souls seeking a second chance of youthful vigor despite potential risks, and more followed in their footsteps, as others bought and consumed by those eager to toss away their humanity and live a new lease on life as something else entirely. The members of the Siss-T typically were embodied by those who wanted to live as something else; former humans who chose to become girly, gay, fabulous furry femboys by imbibing the most popular soda of them all:

Sisselixer.

One sip could make a masculine man’s voice crack like they were going through a second puberty. A shot glass could make even a testosterone-laiden brute into a willowy, boyish thing with a micro-penis and a mellifluous voice almost like that of a female porn star for a few hours. Drink enough and you would start to sprout whiskers and a tail. A whole 36 ounces in less than an hour was enough to extinguish the flames of masculinity in even the most Heraclean of men, twisting their bodies into something androgynous enough to pose for the centerfold of a Playboy magazine without any guy the wiser, or questioning their sexuality. The members of the Siss-T club were all former males who willingly chose to become “sissies”, drinking Sisselixer for their own purposes to become what they were today.

Or at least “willingly” was what all the club members told each other about their origins…

“Stoppit! Stoppit, Jessi! It’s not funny anymore!” Tiny the mouse squeaked and squirmed, their fuzzy bottom jiggling as his friend’s paw spanked into it again and again. The mousey femboi scrabbled his front and back paws against the tile floor, trying to push free without much success. Each time he almost pushed out of Jessi’s grip, another swat to his pert ass made the white furred groan in pleasure and pause his quest for freedom.

As Chastity, the pink poodle stood there watching Tiny get spanked on the ass for the 5th club meeting in a row, he found himself wondering how many of them ever really had a choice in the matter.

As the spanking session went on, Chastity eyeing Tiny’s stiffy poking out against his undergarments, one of the other club members nudged his pink, fluffy shoulder. Chastity didn’t even need to turn his head to know who: It was a slender little red panda sissy femboi named Lin.

Who had his paws over his eyes, the demure boi not wanting to watch the violence. “D-do you think Jessi w-will ever get tired of giving poor Tiny spanks every time we meet?”

“Non.” The pink furred french poodle-boi shook his head. “Zat ess not likely, Lin.” He adjusted the angle on his smartphone’s camera. Of course Chastity was recording this whole thing for the Siss-T MewTube channel and his own personal Peepr feed. The Siss-T club’s members all enjoyed flaunting their new bodies online to some extent, even Lin, and Chastity had gotten written permission from each of his friends to document their kinky misadventures for viewers online to enjoy in whatever capacity they desired. The fact that their escapades brought in decent money Chastity split with them certainly had helped even Lin get over any concerns about modesty.

And they were hardly alone there; Ever since Sisselixer, there were no shortage of sissified men out there, doing the same. Not to mention the Brutes, Dads, and other transformed furry males competing for eyeballs on the internet. One side effect of these Transformative sodas was that it’d created a new generation of camwhores.

But Chastity considered the Siss-T club’s efforts to stand out from the crowd because of his work. Even before joining the club, he’d had more experience there than he’d ever have liked to admit…

Lin tugged his paws away from his eyes. “B-but Tiny doesn’t deserve this much, does he? He was just trying to show Jessi how good it feels…” Hearing the red panda’s response snapped Chastity out of his introspection.

The comment made Chastity growl. “Zat ess why we helped Tiny do eet, oui.” The pink poodle swished his hips. “Zat ess ze lie we believed.”

“Luh-Lie?” Lin’s eyes went wide. They were pretty little things that glistened in the illumination from the ceiling lights. Chastity wished he had azure gemstones that pretty to wear. “B-but that’s-”

The pair’s conversation was interrupted by a yelp from their subdued friend. Tiny was squirming, having managed to squirm into a position onto Jessi’s lap, but he didn’t seem to be trying to escape anymore. The white-furred mouse’s breathing had become heavy and uneven pants, his face flushed, as he ground and bucked his crotch against Jessi's thigh, while the feline continued to smack his rear. A moment later Chastity heard Tiny break down into a loud, sensual moan, the mouse announcing to the world that he was creaming his strawberry-printed frilly panties from the spanking alone. Chastity rolled his eyes. “Disappointing, oui. Af-ter vat Tiny went through, I expected better from zem.”

Lin actually growled, and Chastity felt his heart sinking. “Not d-disappointing! Wrong! How could Tiny do something like that?!?” It was rare to see his cute little panda-sissy upset, and it always felt wrong to the poodle… Lin deserved nothing but joy in her life, as far as Chastity was concerned. “H-how could ANYONE?!?”

Chastity considered not replying. Lin had a sheltered life that had led to a sweet, affectionate sort of decency, and Chastity found he wished more people shared Lin’s worldview. But he couldn’t let Lin’s question go unanswered. “Eet is not zat rare, Lin.” With a click of a button on the touchscreen, the recording of Tiny’s erotic punishment ended. This conversation wasn’t for the internet to hear. “Zere are predators zat will use any tool zey can get zere paws on. Tiny ess prey.”

Lin gave a nervous squeak. “W-what?!? But he said he-”

Chastity waved a pink fuzzy paw at his innocent femboy friend. “Tiny ess compensating. Making ze best of a bad hand. Like ve all must. But ze truth of it I know. Eet was two big strong Brute Beer boys at ze gym Tiny went to. Zey bullied him and made him drink ze soda.” Chastity growled. “Zey thought it would wear off. Zey were idiots. Tiny told zemself zat ze chose zis life. Eet was a tiny leetle lie to make zemself feel strong and empowered.”

Lin’s eyes went wide. “That- that’s really cruel.” Chastity watched as the little red panda boi fell silent and stared down at his paws. “I- I never knew that about Tiny.” After a moment, the sissy panda tilted her head. “I just was really happy to finally be in a body that felt right. That felt like I always wanted to be. And I was happy to be around people who I thought felt the same.” He blushed and murred, gazing back up to Chastity. “I never imagined anyone would violate someone like that…”

Chastity growled. “Lin, WE helped Tiny.”

The red panda sputtered. “Tiny said it was just letting Jessi try it out! Decide if he wanted to be a sissy or not! I would never have-”

Chastity nodded. “Zat ess what I believed too. When Tiny told me. I should have been more suspicious. Zat is why I am not stopping Jessi, even though zis ess getting repetitive, and ze followers of ze channel online are complaining. I did not want to think zat Tiny would do something like zat. I trusted in what he and I shared.” It had felt like a betrayal of sorts, Tiny tricking them into helping.

A moment passed before Lin’s eyes went wide. “Did- did something like that happen to you?”

At that, the sissy poodle-boi knew he’d said too much. Lin had the closest thing Chastity had ever seen to a pure heart. “Eet ess nothing you want to hear, Lin.” Staining that heart was the last thing the french poodle ever wanted to do.

Lin fell silent for a moment, as a panicked squeak from behind them indicated that Jessi wasn’t done with Tiny yet. Once the horny mouse noises had subsided, Lin looked back up. “Chastity… I think I’d like to decide that for myself.” Reaching out, the red panda took Chastity’s paw, squeezing it. “Sisselixer helped me become the version of myself I wanted to be, but you helped me learn how to be proud of it. How to dress in a way that felt right, how to do my fur… how to look outside like I felt inside.” Those pretty blue eyes were glistening up at the poodle. “But I met you through the Siss-T club, and I don’t know much about who you were before it. Please… tell me?”

 Chastity closed his eyes.

And sighed.

“Zis ees a story you vill not tell another soul, Lin.”

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“Oooof!”

With a crash, a young man slammed into a grey garbage can, slumping downwards onto the ground, wheezing in pain. “W-what the fuck, Richard!” Brushing tangled golden locks of hair away from his green eyes, the battered human rolled off his side, trying to push himself back to his feet. “This feels a bit extreme!”

A large presence loomed over him. “You don’t pay on time, you get beat.” A pair of knuckles cracked.

“I DID pay you!” The young man spat back, before breaking down into a coughing fit, covering his mouth and wincing as his fingers stroked at the bruise on his cheek.

“Sure, you paid me back what I gave you” Cracking his knuckles, Richard snorted. “But you’re still on the hook for the 15% interest.”

“What?!?!” Joshua sputtered. “C-come on man, I thought that was a joke! We both laughed when you brought it up, remember? You- you aren’t seriously telling me you were serious about charging me daily interest?”

“Oh, you think I tell jokes?” Richard scowled. “What, am I a clown now?” Standing over the prone debtor, a hulking brute of a man reached up to pull a pair of shades away from his eyes. The black tinted lenses were circular, with a polished golden frame that glinted in the dim light of the alleyway. “You only have yourself to blame, Joshua.” Wiping his shades clean with the fabric of a plaid scarf slung over one shoulder, the brute took a few steps forward. “Everyone knows when you borrow money from a bank, you gotta pay more than you borrowed.” Lifting the cleaned shades back up, the brute pushed them up the bridge of his nose, until they rested in a little nick midway up. “Why would it be any different if you borrowed from a guy like me?”

Joshua pushed his arms against the concrete, pushing his trembling body up in an attempt to stand. The brute gave him a kick to the sides, sending the scrawny young man careening back down onto his side. Joshua fell into another coughing fit, his hands racing down to clutch at his stomach as he rolled to tilt his back to his atta. “T-thought… wuzza joke…”

With a click of his tongue, the brute rolled his eyes. “Uh huh. You’re a broken record. Look, if you’re going to be coughing up blood everywhere, can you at least keep it off my pants? These jeans were hand stitched at a master craftsman’s online Yetsy shop. Not that you’d ever know what that means, chump.” Richard rolled his eyes as he watched the trembling heap of failure, that waste of testosterone, just sputter and try to push himself up.

As Richard moved to kick him again, Joshua held his hands up. “Ok! Ok!” He coughed and gasped. “I’ve got the money! I- I was saving it to buy an engagement ring, b-but- Just gimme a second to get my wallet!”

The hulking hipster lowered his leg mid-kick. “You go for a knife or something and I kick you in the face.”

From his position slumped against one of the walls of the alleyway, Joshua fished for his wallet as Richard watched, his muscles tensed as he waited for a double-cross or some last desperate attempt to escape. Instead, he saw a leather wallet open and a fan of greenbucks greeted his eyes. The abused man counted it out for him, the payment delivered in full, with interest. “T-tuh-there… now we’re good, right?” He sniffled and cried, as Richard felt bile rising in his throat from the pathetic display.

“Yeah, we are. Next time pay off your debts before you go saving for something expensive.” Richard rolled his eyes, reaching down to fish through his pockets to pull out a clove cigarette. Lighting up, he took a drag on it, before puffing out a cloud of smoke down towards the prone man.

“You fucking sissy.”

Turning, Richard strode out of the alleyway, turning onto a sidewalk, passing by a woman in a bright pink dress who had been lingering outside the alleyway, but he paid her very little mind. He’d just got paid well for a few minutes of roughhousing. The hipster wanted to tie one on before the night went on and the clubs got more lively.

He was off to his favorite pub.

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“Oh, you poor thing!”

A woman in pink approached Joshua as he picked himself up off the concrete of the alleyway. “That lug of a thug tenderized you like a tough cut of meat, didn’t he?” Walking over towards him, she crouched down. Joshua felt soft fingers stroking along his bruised body. “Can you stand? Do you need me to call you an ambulance?”

It was difficult to see her with the tears in his eyes. Between the smoke and the pain from the wounds, Joshua hadn’t stopped crying yet. It was hard to think through the haze of pain. “I- I’m not a sissy.” He said, between sniffles. Joshua didn’t really have a reason to say it to her. It didn’t answer her questions. But he wasn’t thinking straight.

“I know your ego’s as bruised as you are, but you needn’t worry about that!” Joshua blinked, his vision finally clearing as he gazed up at her. “I don’t think you’re a sissy!” She was a woman who he thought he had seen before. Her golden locks of hair, the bright pink color of her dress matching her fingernails. He thought he’d seen her before, but he couldn’t quite place where. The woman tapped on her phone, not even gazing up at him. “More like a poor unfortunate bunny that got bitten by a big dumb wolf.”

It bothered Joshua that he felt like he should recognize her. After a moment, something on the tip of his tongue finally slipped out. “...D-Delight?” He paused. “Yeah. You’re the woman from t’advertisement for that weird hotel…”

That prompted a titter from the woman in pink, before she tucked her smartphone away and crouched down to pick him up. “Goodness, you’re well informed!” With her help, Joshua managed to pull himself back up until he was standing. “No, you’re not a sissy, little bunny.” A plastic, cloying smile spread along her lips.

“But I think I know who might be…”

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Britt’s Pub was like a yard sale of vintage clutter, 80ies and 90ies nostalgia items lining the walls, and a few people standing outside enjoying a smoke nearly every moment of the night when it was open.

Richard stared at the spent stub of his cigarette, flicking it onto the sidewalk ahead of him before grinding it down with one of his leather shoes before he entered. Pushing and budging through the people gathered to watch the garage band playing on stage that evening, he took a seat at the bar. Richard demanded the bartender’s attention with several snaps of his fingers until she noticed him, locking eyes with her as he gave his order. “Minty Arnold Palmer.” As the bartender mixed it, Richard folded his arms onto the counter in front of his barstool, hanging back and looking out at the people gathered along the club. As the bartender set his drink in front of him, he took a sip, thought for a moment, and then finished the drink in a few big swigs.

He wanted to feel the booze in his system before he went out clubbing, and usually it took a few drinks before he really felt buzzed. Snapping his fingers a few times to call the bartender back over, he pushed the empty glass back. “Another!”

An hour and four more drinks of varying strengths in, and he was starting to feel the booze buzzing in his mind. His were cheeks rosy red and his body feeling warm and invigorated. “Another!” He growled as the bartender rolled her eyes and took his empty glass.

“Maybe you’d like a Sex on the Beach instead?”

A breathy voice hit Richard’s ear, as if the woman speaking had just recently had a shattering orgasm worthy of the drink she’d proposed. Long curls of golden hair bounced as she leaned over to gaze at him, a pair of emerald eyes twinkling like polished gemstones as a creamy hand with bright pink nails rose to cover her mouth. A titter escaped it even so. He thought he could recognize her, but as he stared at her his mind drew a blank. Hadn’t he seen her around somewhere recently? But where? As he tilted his head and squinted, trying to remember through the haze of his buzz, the woman in pink seemed to eat his confusion up. Her slender hand was doing a poor job covering the growing smile spreading across her lips.

“I’d try anything once, but I don’t see no beach anywhere.” Richard replied, his gaze lingering upon her as he considered why she was there. Had she seen him kick the shit out of that guy? Or… had she BEEN that guy? Joshua did look pretty girly, the fucking sissy. He could’ve probably pulled off a pink dress… but Richard wasn’t sure. He frowned and squinted at the lady sitting next to him.

“Maybe we could make do with just the ‘sex’ part.” The woman’s voice had a throaty purr in it as she leaned forward, her hand sliding on the table towards his.

And Richard’s eyes went wide. “ Heh. First time I’ve ever had someone try to jump my bones so early in a night out clubbing.” Her hand had gotten close enough to almost be touching his and Richard was debating if that was a good thing or not: He didn’t read her behavior as drunkenness but her amorous attitude seemed to push a suspicious button for him. Richard was debating whether he wanted to stick his dick in crazy or not.

“I don’t like to waste time.” The woman said back. “Being first just means you get what you want before everyone else gets a piece.” Her hand fell on his, and Richard could feel how warm it was. “A piece of a big, strong, brutish stud of a man who gets what he wants…”

Richard felt himself flushing. Her touch felt smooth and warm and soft. The sensation was like lightning crackling through his veins, running from his hand up to his mind, as it sparked in recognition “Wait.” He pulled his hand off hers and drew back. “You’re- that lady! The one from the-” He stammered and fell silent, talking faster than his intoxicated brain could think. He’d definitely seen a woman like her watching him getting paid by Joshua! He hadn’t thought much of it at the time because she wasn’t making a big deal out of it, or calling the cops or anything. “Huh. Yeah. You are.” He stared at her. Now that he remembered her, he wasn’t sure what it meant. She’d called him “strong”, and she was all over him. He swirled the ice in his empty glass, trying to think clearly. Did some girls just got hot and bothered by a display of masculine force? He’d never met a chick who got wet seeing him punch out another dude, but there was a first time for everything, he supposed.

And she was pretty hot.

And smelled like something fruity and sweet.

His dick twitched, stiffening in his pants, as he imagined bending her over on a bed and…

The drunken man made his decision.
As the bartender dropped his drink in front of him, he made his decision. “Let me finish my drink first.” Reaching out, Richard grasped his drink and lifted the glass up to his lips. “Then we’ll find some place to go and let you have as many pieces of me as you can handle…” He started to relax as the booze hit his tongue.

She seemed like she’d be an easy lay.

“The name’s Richard Chien.” He tilted his head back, swallowing as much of his drink as he could. A drink like that was meant to be sipped and savored, but so was a woman like the one before him. And she’d ‘go bad’ if he left her waiting too long.

“Oh? What a fitting name! You’ll be perfect.” She cooed, waving her elegant hand in front of her. “I’m Desiree Domari Delight, and I’ll be your delight this evening.” Richard swore he could almost see a glint of excitement in those deep green pools as she squeezed his hand with hers. “I’ve got a nice private little hotel room nearby here. It’d be just the perfect place to start having some fun, if you’re willing to follow me…”

As it turned out, he was.

Ms. Delight led the human hipster out of the pub and down one block, turning towards the east to lead him down another few blocks, before they arrived at the destination she had in mind. “Well, here we are.” With one hand, the woman in the pink dress gestured upwards, towards a building bathed in pink neon lights.

“This place?” Richard visibly cringed as he gazed up at it, rethinking his interest in an easy lay like Desiree for at least a moment.

“Yup! It’s home sweet home, at least for now.” The woman circled around him, tracing a hand along the man’s back in a gentle caress that made him rethink leaving just enough so that he didn’t. As she finished walking in a circle, Ms. Delight gestured up to the building, with a smile on her face as she stood before him. “The Pink Poodle Hotel and Casino!”

It hadn’t always been named that, of course. In fact, Richard remembered that long before the place had been redone with pepto-bismol paint and matching pink lights, it had been called "The Ante'd Bet Hotel and Casino". A familiar haunt that he set foot in since it closed down due to a fire a few years back. Just a year ago whoever bought it had reopened and re-branded the place. It was staggering to Richard to see it now; He hadn’t expected just how much would have changed under the new management, who clearly had their own gaudy sense of taste. Shadowing his lady in pink inside, his eyes widened as he was bestowed with a visual reminder of what else had changed about one of his old haunts.

"Arf! Hiiiii!"

The coquettish introduction originated from a black-furred french poodle, keeping a delicate balance upright on their foot-paws. Richard watched as the creature sauntered forward, panting and tittering, to greet the duo with a warm smile. All they wore was a skin-tight pink leotard with a small roundish bulge near the front of the crotch. "I'm Licorice, and it's just sooo fabulous to see you both! Woof woof woof!" Licorice's excitement was evident in their flitting tail, and the brief instinctive flares of their nose inhaling a new scent. They stopped their approach to bend down into a bow, their left arm folding to rest up against their stomach, as their right arm lifted up to gesture towards the pair. "Now, what can I do to make your evening all the more pleasant?"

Instead of replying, Richard gazed around the interior of the hotel. He was curious about something, and a moment's glance told him his gut was right.
It wasn't just the greeter at the front door. Every single one of the employees at the Pink Poodle was one of those freaks who had drunk one of those disgusting sodas. The ones Richard had heard of on some news program a few days ago. The sodas that transformed people. Everywhere he glanced, even in his peripherals, slender two-legged canine creatures crossed the casino floor, garbed in the same form-fitting pink leotard. And not only did their leotards match, so did their breed. They were all one kind of dog:
French poodles.
Each poodle had a svelte and delicate frame, looking like they had been taken from the cover of some Playboy-lookalike magazine, save for the bulging package tucked beneath the crotch of their leotards. Maybe it was the new owner's fetish or something; to employ nothing but furry girls and androgynous furry boys who dressed and giggled and acted like girls, and make it hard to tell the two apart.

But it wasn’t Richard’s fetish. “Hey, you know, maybe we can just hit up my place?” The hipster gave a shrug, looking up at Ms. Delight, and gesturing back to the doors they’d just come through. “It’s a bit messy, but…”

His easy lay just puffed out her lower lip in a pronounced pout. “But we’re so close! Don’t tell me my big strong man is afraid of a little pretty puppy…”

With a snort, Richard folded his arms. “Never said I was.” He looked over at Licorice, who just waved and giggled. “It’s just-” It’s just that he was never sure if the doggy girls employed were boys or girls and it was weirding him out. Until today he’d never really thought about these fuzzballs much, and now seeing them in the flesh made him feel uncomfortable for some reason.

Ms Delight just cooed, an impish smile creasing her lips. Curiosity overtook her, her tongue grazing her lips. "Oh...so it's the other way around?"
Shock and revulsion struck Richard in a hurry. "Not on your life."
Sidestepping the quick rejection, Ms. Delight rested her hands on her lap, the weight of her head shifting to one shoulder in an inquisitive fashion. "You'd be surprised, Mr. Chien. I've asked a lot of people that question, and the ones with the most rapid retorts end up usually being the ones that can't contain themselves around them." Her fingers fanned below her bottom lip, giving a soft 'awww'.
"Awww! Tee hee!" Licorice joined in, the pair giggling like schoolgirls gossiping. Ms. Delight clicked her tongue, gauging Richard.
"Your face is so red and flushed, and it's only been that bright since we've gotten in here." Richard's cheeks burnt even hotter when she pointed that out, the very insinuation was...
Her words were honeyed, sweet. "They're very pretty. I don't blame you if you feel that way. All these adorable puppies leaving so little to the imagination, prancing around with such effortless bodies that'd put models to shame." The human woman took a soft exhale and used it to whistle playfully, as if drawing every pup's attention ever so briefly, all their attention tunneling NEAR Richard, for a split second.
"Maybe the second we're in bed, your mind will wander off to one of these pretty puppies. They're a very good cure for whiskey-dick, or so I've heard." She teased his inebriation briefly, before coaxing him from his shell, coiling her arm and entangling it with his, side to side, leaning her head to his shoulder this time.

"Some men swear by them, Mr. Chien." she gestured toward the black-furred receptionist, then brought a dramatic hand toward her forehead. "Imagine poor little me, having to compete with that. It isn't fair, is it? Those soft, open arms, their plump fluffy ass...and the tail. Oh gods that TAIL! Can a regular human woman compete in your heart, when man's best friend can now do so much more than just sit pretty on your lap? Woe is me, Mr. Chien!"
Licorice, the black-furred poodle just cooed at the display. "Aww! Do you actually, like, feel that way about me, mister? I'm, uh, soooo flattered!"
Richard's head pounded like a snare drum, as he tried to wind the conversation away from being derailed. "Now, hold on. I'm a fan of the classics, and you should know."
Ms Delight's brow rose in a seductive come-hither motion, the space between their faces dissipating.
"Oh? Mind if I ask for proof?"
Richard's irritated growl immediately shifted into an irresistible grin. "I won't be gentle."
"You better not. I won't be." she teased tugging at his arm to lead him away, and he did little to resist.
“See you again soon, Mistress!” Licorice waved as the pair wandered away.

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The second they got into her bedroom, Richard pushed Desiree against a wall and kissed her firmly, pushing his body against her dress. She smelled like strawberries and cream, and the scent made his member tingle. With another thrust of his body against hers, the hipster broke the kiss. “So we doing this up against a wall, or am I putting you on the bed?”

Desiree stifled a moan as he thrust against her once more, and then gave a huff. “I have a bit of a fun idea, actually…” She pushed him away with decent effort, the pink-clad woman slipping past the bed, and cracking open the door of the room's mini-fridge. "Are you still wiling to try anything once?" She inquired, tenderly jostling a pale pink can in her dainty hands. "Ooooor would you rather go back downstairs and flirt with Licorice?" she teased, pantomiming the receptionist and being playful all in one by sticking her tongue out.

Richard accepted her challenge with a grin. “Bring it on, toots.”

She held up the can, setting it on a narrow circular table near the bed, moving to grab two plastic-wrapped glass cups in front of the nearby ice bucket. "Then a toast." Her words were classy, and definitely not the sort a thug like Richard anticipated for a 'anything once' type of challenge. "My big, strong brute." Desiree accentuated her comment with a compliment, setting the unwrapped cups next to the aluminum can, Richard's eyes glued to the pink label as she chuckled.
It wasn't a brand Richard recognized, the lettered title of 'Chienne' printed in a paler pink-white, decorated with various bubbles. As her finger curled back the tab, a faint whiff of cherries hung in the air. "The hell?" Richard snorted. "You stupid, or something Desiree?" his voice was laced with annoyance. "After seeing all the freaky fuzzballs you've got downstairs, why would you even think of drinking this, let alone thinkin' I would?"
Undaunted, Ms. Delight began pouring the soda, just enough that each glass looked to be just a third full. Richard felt his face curling into a scowl as he glared at the silent woman.

Only to see Desiree Delight lift one of the glasses up to her lips, a loud slurping noise her response to him. “THIS isn’t Sisselixer. Why would I sully my lips with that rubbish?” Her voice dripped confidence as she set the glass down, her saliva intermingled with lipstick prints on the glass. “And you don’t see me sprouting fur or fangs, do you?” A slight smile creased her lips. “I simply thought a toast would be in order, wouldn’t you?” Taking the lipstick-stained glass back up, she held it towards him, the fluid in it sloshing about. “To a night of fun?”

Any suspicion Richard had been kindling risked being extinguished as he watched her tilt the cup to her lips. From what little he remembered of the sodas from that news special, you had to drink them to transform. Wasn’t taking just a single sip enough to flush your humanity down the drain? He didn’t remember the details. “Yeah, I dunno…” If she was drinking that ‘Chienne’ stuff, it was either a mundane, normal soda that risked nothing except obesity in whoever drank it… or Desiree was just a crazy bitch gambling with her own species.

Did he want to roll the dice on which option was true?

“Eh, I don’t need the calories.” The man shrugged, deciding he wasn’t going to take the bait… but he wasn’t going to run away with his tail tucked between his legs, either. “We gonna bone, or not?”

The woman in pink’s eyes widened, as she tilted her head. “Oh? You’re hesitating now?” Clicking her tongue, Desiree set the drink aside and rose back up, slinking towards him. “Then let me be bold enough for the both of us… Mr. ‘I’ll try anything once’.”

Before Richard could bluster back at her, she darted in to kiss him. As their lips met, Richard tasted cherry on her lips, maybe the flavor of her lipstick or something? He didn’t pay it much thought. She was trying to get a rise out of him, with her mockery. And it was working. With a growl, he pushed her back onto the bed, his body bearing down on her. If she thought he was a fucking coward, he’d show her hold bold he could be. She’d made the first move, but he was going to get such satisfaction in making her moan as he put her in her place! Richard ground against her, feeling his cock stiffening beneath his pants. Her arms wrapped around his sides, petting his back in slow, gentle strokes. The pair of them fondled each other for a while, indulging in foreplay while Richard felt his ardor rising with his cock. He squeezed his arms against her, holding her down as they made out.

Only for Desiree to break the kiss. “Oooooh… you’re starting to get me so hot…” Her breathing was slow and heavy. Richard almost thought he could hear her heart racing. “But… ah, I'm smothered under you AND this dress, darling. And one simply MUST go....” She looked up at him, and moved to push a hand up against his chest. “Let a girl up?”

Certain parts of Richard very badly did not want to let her up.

“Nrrgh…” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t wanna. You’re soft.”

“Hah! Am I your pillow or your lover, stud?” Desiree stuck her tongue out, before letting a smile crease her lips. “I think you’d rather see my dress off me than on me, wouldn’t you? I’m a bit pinned beneath your mighty cock right now, like a fly on display.” A glimmer of mischief played in her eyes. “But if you let me up, I could give you a show at least one of your heads might appreciate.”

Now that was an incentive! Richard broke into a wide grin, pushing up off the bed and away from her. “Can’t say no to a free striptease, toots!” With a laugh, he moved to sit up on the bed, his legs dangling off of it as he allowed Desiree to escape.

“Aaaah… spoken like a true gentleman.” With a tease, Desiree rose up, turning her back towards him as she lifted her arms to her shoulders. “By the time I turn back around, I don’t want to be the only one undressing.” Her fingers curled around the shoulder-straps of her dress. Rotating her hips, Desiree tugged each strap towards her arm bit-by-bit, letting him watch with increasing anticipation as he waited for the moment that her dress would finally fall away.

It was like waiting for a roller coaster to crest its first hill, every second feeling like the last before everything surged downhill with the speed of a waterfall. “Nnnf… you fucking tease… drawing this out…” Richard’s cock rubbing up against his underwear, chafing a bit until he reached to unzip fly and unbutton his pants. With less pressure on his shaft, the young man moved to rub at the growing stain of precum on his boxers.

And then the dress fell away.

Desiree Delight had fawn, unblemished skin across her back, nothing marring the soft, shapely surface that trailed and ripened out along the curve of her ass. Stepping out of the crumpled dress with a flick of her heel, leaving her high heels behind, Desiree swayed her hips, her bottom bouncing as she gyrated before Richard's eager eyes.

A pair of pink, flower-embroidered panties were the only thing left shielding her body from his thirsty gaze.

But not for long; Richard quivered as he watched Desiree’s hands trace down each side of her body, her pink fingernails curling under the top of her underwear.

He licked his lips, imagining the taste of the forbidden fruit underneath them, as he watched his partner peel her panties down her thighs, until they lay at the floor like her dress. And she wasn’t the only one stirpping: At some point, he had kicked his pants off onto the floor, too. But while she was going slow and letting him savor every moment of her frisky frolic, he was disrobing on pure autopilot. Richard kept his attention on Desiree. Every sashay of her sides and shoulders, the way she twirled another step into a twirl, swiveling to face him. Her vulva more than merited a glance, but Richard's gaze was yanked away as his partner for the evening slid his hands, coupled in her own smaller mitts, up to the straps of her bra. "Ooooh, there's always something just SO tantalizing about unwrapping a present, isn't there? A little thrill, at finding out what's underneath all the packaging." She cupped her firm breasts with each hand, bouncing them once. "Don't you think?"

Richard felt his cock drooling precum onto his boxers as he teased himself. “Yeah. Yeah!” He huffed, his balls churning. The show was getting him nice and horny. All he was focused on was her.

“Do you want to unwrap my present?” Desiree stared down at him, grinning. “The hook’s always a bit tricky for me to do on my own…”

“Fuck yes!” Richard couldn’t respond any quicker, leaning forward. “Get back to the bed, toots, and let’s get this show on the road!”

“Once I’ve wet my throat, stud.” Smirking, Desiree spun her body again, dancing back the way she came, towards her crumpled dress. And towards the narrow, circular table where the glasses of pink soda rested. Sticking the spin, she stood there less than a foot away from Richard, standing over him and locking her eyes with his. “You like what you see?”

As Richard nodded, her hand snaked downward. Towards the glasses, each a third full of the “Chienne” soda. Her fingers groped around for her glass.

“Aaah!” There was a thunk, as a glass tipped over. Fizzy, fruity “Chienne” sloshed out of the glass, splashing all over Desiree’s stomach. As her spilled glass tumbled to the ground, the woman cringed. “Oops!” She sighed. “I’ve made such a mess…” with a theatrical groan, she broke her gaze away from his eyes.

Richard stared down at her. “Geezus, it got all over, huh?”

Cringing, the woman nodded. “There’s fizz where fizz shouldn’t be now. What an… odd… sensation.” The bashful mask on her face fell away to another smile. “Not exactly an unpleasant one, though. Still, guess I should go shower off…”

Richard sputtered, his hand jerking up to touch her waist, trying to bar her retreat. “What, a little spill ruined the mood for you? Come on, if I don’t bust a nut soon, some other part of me’s gonna explode!”

“I’m not about to soak soda into my hotel bedding.” Desiree said, pushing against his hand, as if in an attempt to budge past him. Yet only for a moment. “But…” She turned back to face him, a glint of mischief returning to her eyes. “You wanna salvage the mood, stud?” Leaning down, Desiree wrapped her hands around Richard’s forehead as she whispered into his ear. “YOU could clean me up…”

“I- what?!?” Richard stammered, his eyes widening as she ran her fingers through his hair. “How?!?”

A titter escaped her lips, and after taking a breath, she clarified. “Put that tongue of yours to work, stud.”

As horny as he was, Richard only hesitated for a moment. If the soda was going to change her, he’d have seen some sign of a change by now, right?

He was too horny and too drunk to worry about it anymore. Leaning forward and letting her fingers trace wavy ripples through his hair, Richard bent down to lick along her stomach, Richard was rewarded with a quiet moan from his lover and a sweet, sugary taste along his tongue.

He found himself pulling back from her to lick his lips. “Chienne” wasn’t half bad.  

“Mmm… that felt hot, stud.” Ms Delight’s words were like cream as she purred into his ear. Moving, she sat her rear end down onto the pile of pillows at the top of the bed. “Good boy! So rare that I find a man willing to put more than his cock to use!” Parting her thighs, the woman gestured to her soda-soaked lower body. “Now I want to see you really put your tongue to work… get me nice and wet and moist for that massive throbbing meat of yours.” Desiree winked, lifting one arm back up to grab the other glass of pink soda. “But first… let me add a bit more flavoring.” Drawing the glass back, she dribbled a bit more around her navel, before leaving droplets down towards her clit. “Mrrr… like I said, this is my favorite beverage… trust me, you’ll love it more and more with every lick.”

The sight of his partner dribbling that pop onto her body made Richard’s cock throb in his boxers again. “You’re adding more? What, you like the feel of it on your skin too?”

His question was answered with a shudder and a moan from the woman. “It does feel… ooooh, so tingly and f-fizzy and-aaaaaah…” She squirmed on the bed, her back resting against the headboard as her ass squished against the pillows underneath it.  “It’s- it feels really good, actually…” The amorous moan turned into an inviting gaze.

“But it’ll feel better with your tongue lapping it up, won’t it?” Her words felt like a needy reminder; a hungry purr summoning his mouth back to her body. Richard felt his balls churning beneath his underwear as he crawled up to all fours on the bed, moving to push his head down between her thighs. The scent of the soda, a strong bouquet of cherries and cream, intermingled with the scent of the woman’s perfume. It was a heady, intoxicating thing that only grew stronger as Richard took a deep sniff between his paramour’s thighs. The bouquet of scents, along with the growing smell of lust from his bedmate for the evening, was making his head spin. She shuddered. “That’s a good boy… get me all warmed up with your tongue…” The human woman purred with a soft growl. Richard needed no further invitation, dipping his tongue into her soda-slick pussy, licking gently and savoring the sweet fruity taste. It had pooled within her clit, and each lick gave him another taste of the cherry-flavored soda, along with a moan from his partner telling him he was doing a good job.

As were her actual words. “Oooooh good boy… you’re being such a good boy for mommy right now… aaaah, that tongue feels so… tingly…” Ms. Delight was breathing heavily, her spread thighs squeezing gently against his body. Richard’s tongue DID feel tingly, as he kept working… though he supposed it was just because of the bubbles on the soda. It tasted good, and he liked the tingle, however, so he kept licking… each slurp feeling like his tongue was a bit longer than it had been before. After a few minutes of eating her out, however, the taste of the soda was fading, leaving him just tasting her delicious ambrosia. The taste of her milk was something he wanted more of with every lick. And once the soda-taste was gone completely, her hand pushed against his forehead, interrupting his feeding and making a needy whine escape his lips. “Come up for a breath of fresh air, my good boi…” Ms. Delight had the opened can of “Chienne” in her hand, having swapped out the emptied glass for it, and was dribbling another stream of the pink cherry fluid down her navel. “I want to refill. This is so fun, don’t you think?”

Richard took a few breaths of air as his tongue flopped out to hang over his lower lip. “Y-yeah… You taste really good too.” He was panting, his whole face feeling kind of hot and tingly now. Gazing down at her pussy as she “filled” it, he licked his lips. He hadn’t expected her juices to taste that good, but the flavor mixing with the soda’s cherry flavor was almost addictive by itself. The sensation had spread from his tongue outward. The hipster hadn’t expected drinking soda out of a woman’s naughty bits would taste as good as it had, but here he was.

Licking at her like an affectionate puppy.

“That’s my good boi… aw, you’re so eager to please, aren’t you?” Ms. Delight had a red tint to her cheeks as she gestured down to her lower body, pink droplets of soda forming a path from her belly button to her vagina. “Why don’t you start by licking up my mess and work down to your favorite water dish?”

He needed no further invitation. Richard bent back down, putting his long tongue to work as he licked and slurped at Ms. Delight’s skin with a growing enthusiasm, savoring each drop of the spilled “Chienne” and the taste of her body. It felt like the more he was tasting of her, the sharper the scents of her lust and the sweet fizzy scent of the soda grew in his nose. “Goooooood booooi. Such a goooood boi for Momma Delight…” his easy lay kept cooing at him, reaching up to pet his head as he slurped and ate at her honeypot. The pets felt almost mind-bending good, like she was rubbing at some secret spot that sent another jolt of pleasure all up and down his body with each firm caress. Each time the soda filling her clit was emptied out, Ms. Delight would tell him to take another break, and Richard would come back up for air. He would watch her as she refilled his kinky treat, his whole body hot and tingly and his tongue flopping out. It felt like panting was helping him cool off. It wasn’t helping him with the craving to keep licking at her clit, though. At about the third break, Richie- Richard started to wonder how long they were going to fuck around with foreplay before getting to the main event. His dick was still throbbing, rock hard, grinding and drooling into the crotch of a pair of boxers that felt a bit more spacious than he remembered.

Still, he gave a huff, leaning up and rubbing his snout against her upper body. “Can I put it in you now?” His voice sounded more like a needy whine than intended as he gazed up at Ms. Delight, feeling a fuzzy sensation as he pushed his cheeks against her bare flesh. “I’m hard and horny and-”

“When the soda can is emptied, my good boi…” She cooed, leaning down to kiss at his forehead and rub between his ears, which twitched. “This is fun, no? And you are so cute already!” Richard didn’t know what she meant by that, but he was too horny to care. All he had to do was finish his soda and he could cum! His balls churned as he ground against the bed through his pants, huffing and eager for need as his owne- as his playmate refilled his treat. “Come drink from your favorite bowl, my good boi!”

He bent back down, his nose touching her flesh a bit faster than he expected. As if he didn’t remember the shape of his own face. Licking and slurping at the concoction of her salty nectar and the sweet cherry soda, Richard felt his body shudder with pleasure. Just the taste of both flavors intermingling made his cock spurt precum into his underpants, and lingering fruity aftertaste only heightened the experience. As he licked up his treat, Richard felt some pressure against his backside, just under his boxers. At first it was very mild, but it seemed to grow in intensity the longer he ate out Ms. Delight’s pussy.

It wasn’t the only thing growing in intensity. “Aaaah… aaaah…” The woman shuddered and groaned, an empty can of “Chienne” slipping from her hand and clanging on the floor. “Oh my good boi! You are making Momma so happy, just keep going-” She paused to moan, pushing her crotch up against his mouth, her thighs kissing his cheeks gently. Richard responded by burying his snout into her, pushing his tongue as deep as he could go and licking at her pearl as he dove. “Aaaaahhhhllllmoooooost theeerrre…” She cooed, flopping against the headrest of the hotel room bed, before shuddering and going tense. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” She shuddered against him, and Richie felt her climax splashing against his tongue, her howl of pleasure met with a twitching of his long licking tool, the taste of her cum sending an unexpected wave of pleasure washing down his whole body. Richard felt his cock twitching, dribbling, small spurts of precum dribbling out, and a growing heat building in his cock. Richard jerked his head away from Ms. Delight’s body, possessed by a fire in his loins like he’d never believed. “A-aaah!” Falling onto his butt on the bed and arching his head back, Richard felt his right hand moving to free his cock from his boxers, some sort of fuzz tickling his shaft as he gripped at it. Just the taste of her pussy juice was driving him crazy, making his dick burn with lust like he’d never felt.

He couldn’t wait for her permission.

He had to cum NOW!

Jerking his meat, Richard felt a canine whine escaping his lips as another wave of heat washed over his whole body. He pumped faster and faster, trembling, feeling something behind him twitch against his butt while another spurt of precum dribbled onto his fuzzy fingers. It took only a few moments, before Richard howled in a moment of lust, feeling his climax jet up and spatter against his chest. The hipster gazed down, looking at the cloudy white jizz soaking into the pink fur growing along his chest.

“...wait.”

He blinked a few times, trying to process what he was seeing. Bright pastel-pink fur had replaced the usually brown-black body hair he had come to expect to see frosting his pecs. “W-what is this?!?” He looked further down, seeing his cock, still drooling a few last spurts of precum. He didn’t recognize its shape anymore: It was bright red, with a large throbbing bulge at the base of it. He closed his mouth, feeling his lips pressing against his tongue. Richard realized at that moment he’d been panting. It’d been helping his body handle the heat in the room around him.

Sitting up while reaching for her panties, Ms. Delight just chuckled. “Aww, you finally figured it out, didn’t you?”

Richard hadn’t actually put two and two together yet, but he felt like he was on the cusp of something. “T-that fucking soda! But- but I saw you drink some! What the hell?!? Were you lying to me!” He had seen her drink it, hadn’t he? Her lips had left lipstick on the glass!

His response caused Ms. Delight’s human face to crease into a frown. “Tch. We’ll have to work on the swears, most clients don’t want a pretty poodle with a foul mouth.” She rubbed at her chin, while Richard stared through her off into space. “The drink touched my lips, but it never went into my mouth.I guess you were either too drunk, too horny, or too stupid to notice the level of the drink never changed.” Her frown faded away, turning into a small sneer painted along her perfect face. “In any event, I didn’t lie to you when I toasted our fun, ‘Stud’: This isn’t Sisselixer, and you never saw me transform. Because I never drank any.” Reaching down for the empty soda can of “Chienne”, she held it up in front of him. Richard could still see a drop of the pink beverage on the metal lip of the can. Just the thought of that taste made him lick his chops. “Some weird tiger-man sold the first few flavors of soda, but ‘Chienne’ is a new product of Delight Pharmaceuticals, the company I represent.” A snigger escaped her lips. To Richard’s ears, which seemed a lot sharper than he remembered them being, that laughter sounded insufferably self-satisfied. “We’re on contract with the government to reverse-engineer that inane ‘Sisselixer’ to reproduce it, and make new drinks from it. ‘Chienne’ is our first real success.”

“You fucking robbed me of my humanity-” Richard felt a growl escaping his lips, a newly acquired muzzle that felt all too natural to him curling into a distinctly canine snarl.

“-I saw a naughty stray abusing innocent people on the streets, and decided to give them some obedience training.” The woman’s grin grew wider. “You’ll be much more pleasant soon, especially if this batch of Chienne manages to adjust the brain’s neurochemistry to-”

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Richard lunged at her, slamming the woman who had called herself Ms. Delight into the bed and pinning both of her wrists down. As he gazed into her eyes, he snarled, looking for a trace of fear.

One he never found.

“Oh, naughty puppy…” The woman just sighed, as behind them, their hotel room’s door slammed open. “The second we came into the hotel my people were trailing us.” Richard felt burly arms gripping each of his shoulders, yanking him away from Ms. Delight as he heard himself give a canine yelp of alarm. “No matter how this went out, you were never going to lay a finger on me.”

“This is illegal, you bitch!” Richard howled out as two big burly men began dragging him off. He struggled, surprised by how hard it was. Richard had never felt so WEAK in his life.

“Is it?” His bedmate put a finger to her chin. “I don’t know of any laws about transforming people being on the books. Besides…” Putting her panties on and standing up, Ms. Delight simply stuck her tongue out. “Every poodleboi working here in this hotel said the same thing once, naughty boy. We’re working for the government.” Richard growled and squirmed as he was dragged away. The tail he’d never wanted hurt as it scraped along the ground. “No one of consequence is going to take US to court, bitchie-Richie.”

“DAMN IT! DAAAAMN IT!” Richard howled in frustration as he was dragged off.

Her hand went to cover her lips as she giggled at his ire. “Don’t worry, you’ll learn to be a good girl soon…”

TO BE CONTINUED!
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