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This... was intended to be yesterday's upload. As my final upload for Stocking Stuffer 2025, I have a VERY much overdue second part of the story "Sisselixer 2.5", basically the second part of this, and the second part of a long overdue commission from LITERALLY 2024! Bluh... In all seriousness, I struggled with this one. I originally had the whole story written, but I hired an editor to review it and offer me suggestions for how to improve it. And they found a huge number of problems with the story as it originally was written. The plot had a lot of bad design decisions, and towards the end, I was trying to just get the story done. It took on a life of its own. I polished the original manuscript and the commissioner seemed happy with it, but I wasn't. So I wanted to fix it, make it the story it deserved to be. I finished the first third of the story just in time for Stocking Stuffer 2024, because the first third was the part that required the least work to really fix it. But the second and third halves were just... terrible. Maybe someday I'll post that ORIGINAL manuscript somewhere if people want to look at it and tell me if it's as bad as I think it is, but I was in an awkward situation: I wanted to finish the second and third parts of the story, but the changes I'd need to make, the additional scenes and effort it'd take... it was just monumental and daunting. Intimidating to even start.
And so I kept putting it off.
And putting it off.
And working on it a little bit.
And putting it off.
Until we were getting close to Stocking Stuffer 2025, a whole year AFTER I had originally wanted it done. And I realized I had to get my shit together. With help from some friends who did editing for me, I sat down and revised it. This is the second part of the story of Sisselixer 2.5 as it DESERVES to be. And the third part is already partially completed.
I hope you enjoy this, if you read it. And god willing, I hope it doesn't take me ANOTHER year to finish the final fucking third. This story needs to be finished, but it needs to be done RIGHT.
Oh, and it's very much a Naughty submission for Stocking Stuffer 2025.
Anyway, if you like it, please give me a comment below! It'll help me feel good about something I've had a lot of conflicting feelings and uncertainty about. And if you want to, please donate to my Kofi if you want to encourage my writing further!
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"writing": "Sisselixer 2.5: Chastity the Poodle\n\nA Kinky Story by HYPERLINK \"https://www.furaffinity.net/user/terinastiger/\" TerinasTiger for Anonymous\n\nYou 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.\n\n - - - - \n\nPart 2: Richie\n\nLin was staring at Chastity, the sissy's jaw dropped, the expression on her muzzle gaping. ``You- you were-''\n\nChastity gave a slight nod.\n\n``That- that's EVIL!'' Lin was trembling, staring down at her own fuzzy paws as if now horrified by them. ``I- I never thought- how could I possibly support-''\n\nChastity reached forward, putting a pink fuzzy paw onto his Siss-T sister's shoulder to pull them into a hug. ``Eet ess just a thing zat happened, Lin. I am over eet.''\n\nLin squeezed into her friend's body, the hug growing tighter. ``No! It's not `just a thing that happened'! Some horrible witch of a woman violated you and-''\n\nChastity had a soft smile, and gently patted the red panda boi back. ``What ess done ess done. Delight Pharmaceuticals ess no more now, and ze woman... I do not think she ess alive anymore. Or eef she ess, I do not think zat she wants to be.'' He lowered his head, nuzzling at Lin. ``Zee sodas are not good or evil. Zey can give some ze body zat feels right to them. Like you. And I am proud of my little Lin, for being brave enough to embrace who you are.'' \n\nLin sniffled. ``B-but- you-''\n\nChastity gave a sigh. ``Zere was much chaos when ze sodas were first released. Tiny and I both were victims. But to cry on forever ess to live in ze past. Sooner or later, we must all accept ze bad hands we are dealt and move on.'' The pink poodle gazed over towards his mousey friend, the squeaky twink moaning in pain and lust as Jessi bruised Tiny's bottom with repetitive spanks. ``I guess zat Jessi ess not zere yet. Understandable. Eet took me a long time too.''\n\n``How- how long were you in that meanie's grip?'' Lin folded her sissy paws against her lap. ``Richard, if you're comfortable telling me-''\n\nChastity waved a paw dismissively. ``My name ess Chastity now. `Richard' has not felt right for a long time.'' The pink poodle shook his head. ``Mine ess not a happy story, Lin. But I will continue eet, if you truly want to know...''\n\n-~-~-~-~-\n\n``Bitchie-Richie'' was a nickname that stuck for a while.\n\nHe had insisted on ``Richard'' at first, but soon found that no one called him that anymore. During his early incarceration he had guests, and treated them as captors. Richard found himself growling and snarling at anyone who even crossed the threshold of the hotel room they were keeping him locked in. Anyone, be they human or another of those pretty poodle femboys with the swishy wiggle to their hips whenever they walked, had gotten a nasty glare at the very least when they came by. The human thugs, at least, had given him nothing but annoyed glares and stoic silence, as if he didn't matter to them in the slightest. The humans, Richard could deal with. Even when they came to check up on him when he was trying to sleep, foil his attempts to climb out his window and escape (that had earned him a migration to a new hotel room, one without any windows at all) or to keep him from harming himself when his new fur and claws and voice felt so WRONG to him it became overwhelming. Richard could handle the humans and how they treated him.\n\nIt was the OTHER sort that drove him nuts. \n\nThe ones he saw several times a day, who actively tried to engage in conversation with him. The ones who had nicknamed him ``Bitchie-Richie'' after his first display of naked aggression in front of them. The ones who had kept repeating that offending nickname in front of him every time they came by, as if trying to remind him of his emasculation and humiliation, as if it were an offending mess he'd somehow made that they were shoving his metaphorical snout into. The ones who giggled and acted friendly, but with condescension veiled beneath every word.\n\nYes, it was the poodle-bois that Richie couldn't stand. Ms. Desiree's annoying little bitches who brought him food every day with a plastic smile painted on their snouts. In the face of his snarling demeanor, they would just coo and giggle, before teasing him or talking to him like he was a child. \n\nOr a fucking PET.\n\n``Aww, is Bitchie-Richie feeling grumpy today? Why so? My little sis is such a pretty puppy, she should smile more!''\n\n``Don't be snarly-warly, Bitchie-Richie! Your chest floof is growing in so nice and soft! I bet it'll be feel so nice when a big strong male pets it...''\n\n``If I had such fluffy-fuzzy ears like yours, Bitchie-Richie, I wouldn't be as grumpy-wumpy! Are you just feeling icky because you know you need a cocky-wocky inside you to feel so good?''\n\n``Don't be Bitchie, little sis! You've got, like, the cutest tail! I just wanna brush it and fluff it up! Maybe if you learn to be a good girl, Mistress will let me give you a makeover!''\n\nThey all spoke in different accents, but all of his self-proclaimed ``big sisters'' seemed to praise how ``cute'' and ``girly'' Richard looked whenever they came by to drop off food. It was the SECOND worst part of the experience: The poodle-bois provided a constant reminder of what Ms. Delight had done to him with that sneaky soda, ``Chienne''. But the second worst part of it all was that every time they complimented him, it got his traitorous tail wagging. He could feel his cock stiffening every time they put the idea on his head that he WAS `cute'. Just hearing that word made him shudder with arousal, and yet he refused to normalize it. Richard didn't WANT to let himself enjoy the sensations that invaded his mind whenever they spoke to him like he was a pretty girl. The worst part was that the food only sated ONE of his hungers... but another one, one that led to him staring at their crotches and licking his lips, never seemed to go away.\n\nIn so many many ways, his body had become alien to him.\n\nOnce the teasing had become routine enough and he'd accepted he wasn't going to escape, Richard finally took a moment to look at himself in a mirror for the first time since Ms. Delight had slipped him the soda. He'd been avoiding the mirror for fear of the dysphoria of what he might find reflecting back at him. Richard remembered himself, as being a tall, burly, broad-shouldered man with sharp edges along his body. Often for his own amusement he'd flex his arms and pop his pecs to make women swoon. He wore fake glasses to look smart, hip, and hip, trendy outfits to look cool. He'd been a creature accustomed to using his fists to get his way, even if it meant getting a little blood on them every now and then.\n\nThe beast that stared back at him when he gazed into that mirror was none of that; ``Richie'' was at least a foot shorter than Richard, probably more, and covered with bright pink fluffy fur that bunched and balled up around two big floppy ears hanging from each side of his head. This same pink fur, the shade of liquid stomach medicine, flowed down his whole bare body, the layer of floof obscuring any hope of muscle definition he might've had along his upper or lower body. Even with the fluffy, slightly curly fur covering him, however, he could see he looked almost half as wide as he had been before; broad shoulders sanded down to a slender frame that could almost pass for that of a teenager's. The only place that still looked remotely broad about his body was his waist, which ripened out like a fuzzy peach. Out of curiosity, he had turned his back to the full-length mirror and gripped at each of his cheeks to see if he could feel any hint of the muscles he'd spent years sculpting. He had discovered instead that not only was his big booty even more soft, and pillowly (and squishy) than the rest of his sissy poodleboi body, but that the fur around his bottom was a lighter shade of pink than the rest of it: A pale pastel pink instead of pink bismuth shade coating most of the rest of his body.\n\nIt was even shaped like a heart.\n\nHe had a pink-white heart shape printed all over his butt.\n\n``T-this is not me...'' Richard whined, ears flat against his head as he lowered his fluffy tail, disturbed by how natural the appendage felt to move around. Something about the sight of his ass made that second hunger growl and gnaw at him. ``I'm big and strong and male. Not some soft little s-sissy-'' The word made his cock twitch. ``-fuh-femboy that prances around like a cute little tween puh-'' Just thinking about that next word made Richard's cock drool ``Puh-princess...'' He groaned, waddling away from the mirror to sit down on the bed, closing his eyes and whimpering, a hand-paw with soft, squishy pads moving to grip at his drooling shaft that was embarrassingly smaller now. ``Nnnnnot some pretty princess-'' His cock spurted a small jet of precum as he squeezed it, getting his hand slick. ``Flouncing around in petticoooooooaaaaah-'' Richard shuddered as he played with himself. Gods, just the mental image stuck in his head was making his balls churn. ``I- I'm Richard, not- not `Richie'.'' He'd been denying himself the awareness of his changes for a while now, ignoring any strange urges he felt and trying to avoid even looking at his hands. But once Richard finally broke down and stared into the mirror, it was like the dam had burst open. Arching his head up, Richard gave a howling moan of lust while falling over onto his back on the bed, thrusting his hips up to hump his paw and the air around it. ``R-Richie's nuuuuuhooooot some slutty little t-thing that needs cum in him r-right now!'' \n\nIn the heat of the moment, as he explored his new body, it was so easy to just divorce himself from what he was doing.\n\n``Richard'' wasn't some sissy failure-of-a-man with tiny muscles, a tiny cock, and a curvy body that could pass as a contestant on a Miss America pageant.\n\nThat was ``Richie''.\n\nHis hand wasn't gripping ``Richard's'' cock. When ``Richard'' wanted sex, he'd go out and hit on a woman at a bar, until he found one drunk or amorous enough to go to bed with him.\n\nNo, his paw was gripping at ``Richie's'' shrunken little shaft.\n\nIt didn't matter what ``Richard'' did to this body, it wasn't really his. \n\nHe could think of it like he was driving ``Richie'' around like some car. He was inside the car, but at the end of the day, the car wasn't him, right?\n\nAnd it felt so good, that he didn't want to stop driving.\n\nMoaning again, the transformed male explored ``Richie's'' body more, moving ``Richie's'' unoccupied paw up to stroke at his right nipple, covered in a thin layer of fur. The flash of pleasure told him that ``Richie'' had an erogenous zone that ``Richard'' had lacked... he hadn't ever felt anything like that when he'd teased himself before. Squeezing at ``Richie's'' cock with a palm covered in a canine pad, he arched his back and shoved his fuzzy little head into the pillows. ``Ah-aaaarrrrrrrrrwwwwwrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! A-Arroooo!'' Richard would be disgusted at the girly little whimpers and whines that escaped his lips as he shuddered and rolled his hips into his slick paw. But ``Richie'' could do it, almost HAD to do it; It felt like his hand- no, ``Richie's'' paw- had a mind of it's own, as he milked himself faster and faster, quiet ``schlick!'' noises rising up to greet ``Richie's'' floppy ears. A wave of heat washed over the canine femboy, as he whimpered and started to pant. ``R-Richie's... s-so... fucking... girly... nnnnnot... me!'' He finally popped at the mental image of himself ``Richie'' curled up on a bed, tail lifted, beckoning some big strong male to come and breed him like a bitch, to help him take care of that other, alien hunger inside him.\n\nHe felt his cock spatter all over his chest. \n\nWith a trembling paw, he moved to scoop up some of his own seed, smearing it on his fingers and lifting it up to his muzzle on pure instinct to lick at it with a long, canine tongue.\n\nIt helped the second, alien, hunger go away as he savored his own spurting.\n\nWhile someone watched him from a hidden camera built into the hotel room.\n\nA knocking on the door jolted him out of a stupor Richie hadn't even realized he was in. With a yelp, he jolted his hand away from his weirdly elongated mouth, before thinking to shove fuzzy fingers soaked with saliva and trace remnants of his own cum under one of the pillows of his hotel bed. ``W-whose there?'' Richie asked, with a voice that sounded almost as much like a dog growling as it had a breathy, feminine voice. He hated it, and it reminded him of the words of those teasing sissy bitches who kept bringing him food.\n\n``U-um... I was told to bring you your dinner? Can I come in?''\n\nTaking a deep breath, Richie shut his eyes and ground his new fangs against each other. ``Speak of the devil...'' He muttered to himself, steeling his mind for another round of one of those giggling pastel bitches laughing and teasing him. He almost told this one to fuck off, but the last time he'd sworn at one of Ms. Delight's gaggle of sissy bimbos, they'd just left in an indignant huff, and taken the meal they were delivering with them. So instead, he just let his ears instinctively sway and licked his lips clean of any of his cum to hide what he'd been doing. ``Y-yeah, come in.'' Richie knew from experience they'd usually just barge in on him without his consent. \n\nActually, as the door opened, he realized that this situation was already unique. When was the last time anyone had respected his privacy enough to ask permission?\n\nIn sauntered another one of those pretty sissy poodles, but this one's fur color wasn't the usual pastel eye-vomit Richie was used to. Instead, the fur was a much more subdued color that wasn't quite grey and wasn't quite black. Unlike most of Ms. Delight's other ``girls'', this one wore little but a pair of bright canary yellow panties with what looked like a little white heart design printed on the crotch. ``U-Um, h-hi! Are you hungry?'' They waddled in with wide, childbearing hips, carrying a tray of food on it and a glass that wobbled as they walked, as if they weren't balancing the tray very well. ``Tonight, the hotel's cooks made Spaghetti alla puttanesca, and I made sure to keep some warm for you.'' \n\nThe iridium-furred poodle-boi sent the tray down in front of Richie- RICHARD, and gave him a quiet little smile. ``I didn't know what you'd want to drink with it, so I brought water. But you can let me know if you've got another request, ok?''\n\nWhatever Richie had been expecting of tonight's encounter, this hadn't been it. His eyes went wide. ``Err, uh, thanks, um, you?''\n\nA pair of green-gold canine eyes went wide. ``Oh! I'm Ashe!''\n\nRichie, er, Richard couldn't help but show his confusion by tilting his head. Caught off-guard, his rage failed him. ``I, uh, I sorta expected you to be more cruel than this.''\n\nThe faint smile faded from the iridium-furred poodle-boi's snout. ``I know.'' Richie watched Ashe's ears splay. ``I- I just can't. Even though I was ordered to. We're not supposed to get to know you or talk to you for too long, except to, um-'' Richard's eyes went wide as he processed the implications of that sentence. Ashe didn't seem to notice, slouching down. ``I've never really had a mean bone in my body, you know? I'd sooner hug you than hurt you.'' And... you're just going through everything we went through before you.'' The poodle-boi visibly whimpered, as he placed the tray of food on Richard's bed, making sure it all laid flat. ``It wasn't too long ago that I was where you are now... a few weeks ago, maybe?'' \n\nRichard reached out for the pasta, spearing some with a wooden fork and staring at it. ``Did... Ms. Delight specifically order all the poodles here to be bitches to me?''\n\n``You're not supposed to know.'' Ashe confirmed without moving an inch. ``Mistress says you're prideful and need to be broken down by all of us, and- and- it just feels so cruel I couldn't even try it. I'm going to be given such a punishment for telling you, but I'd rather do that than smile while I try to think up some new way to taunt you.''\n\nAt this point, Richard wasn't even surprised by Desiree Delight's behavior. He would've growled, but as Ashe spoke, he'd started eating, and handling the more alien sort of hunger for cum earlier had made him painfully aware of his more natural hunger manifesting again. It was a real effort not to start eating right in front of his delivery-poodle. He said nothing to Ashe, as the femme poodle boi whimpered and squirmed in front of his gaze.\n\n``I- I know. It's not fair. Not to you.'' Ashe started.\n\n``Not to any of us.'' Richie replied, before taking a deep breath. The scents of the meal in front of him were making his mouth water. Had food ever smelled this delicious before he'd transformed? The pasta's bouquet of odors felt so complex and tantalizing, Richie licked his chops.\n\nAshe just nodded. ``B-but... it gets better. I promise. It's not so bad once you- oh gods, I hate to even say this- but once you just give in a little bit instead of fighting the current of the river, it takes you to someplace that feels wonderful!''\n\nRichard sighed. He was angry, but there was something about Ashe that made him not want to be angry at the poodle-boi. Still, he wanted to immediately reject Ashe's timid assertion... until he thought back to the wanking session he'd just had.\n\nAnd how good he'd made ``Richie'' feel.\n\n``...maybe for someone like you, it does.'' Richard said, feeling his traitorous prick stiffening again just from thinking about what he'd done earlier. ``But I just... can't stop wanting to wring that women's neck for what she's done here.''\n\nAt that, Ashe heaved a sigh. ``...yeah. Me too.''\n\nThe air hung heavy in the space between them for a moment as they both fell silent.\n\nBut only for a moment. Ashe shut their eyes. ``I know you've only seen the worst of us. The other poodle-bois, I mean. Ms. Delight's ordering us to be rather horrible to you to break you down, and going against her makes us targets too.'' Ashe walked towards the bed, towards Richard, and he found himself not growling at the grey-furred poodle-boi's approach. ``I can't change that, or at least I can't think of a way how. But we've all been the victim you've been, and I know I'm not the only one who feels bad about what's being done to you, and the other bois Ms. Delight's made after you.'' Ashe put a paw on Richie's shoulder, and then moved to hug him.\n\nRichard surprised himself when he hugged Ashe back.\n\n``I can't do much to change things, beyond tell you if you stop resisting so much, it gets better. That's small comfort, and it might feel sickening to consider...'' Ashe spoke in a timid whisper. ``But if I can at least make your day a little better by sneaking you some extra food next time, or something, I'll try. Because you don't deserve this any more than we did, and what you do deserve that I didn't have, is a friend.''\n\n``I- I-'' Richie felt himself tearing up. ``T-thank you...''\n\nThe conversation didn't last long after the hug ended. Ashe grew increasingly nervous the longer Richie tried to talk to him, and kept apologizing for things that he hadn't done at all. Richard had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but surprisingly found he didn't want Ashe to be punished like he said he was going to be, so he didn't try to take too much of the other poodle-boi's time. In a weird way, he almost felt like he'd made a friend. But after a meal and some water put back in him, Richie wanted some time alone to think.\n\nAll night long.\n\nHe thought enough things to make him feel pretty and girly that he managed three mind-meltingly good orgasms, as he experimented with not fighting the urges of his, no, RICHIE's body.\n\nGiving into the river's flow felt addicting, an intense guilty pleasure that threatened to drag him under the waters forever.\n\n - - - - \n\nDays passed, but the treatment of the other poodle-bois didn't seem quite as intolerable anymore, after Ashe showed Richie a glimpse of what was going on behind the masks they wore in front of him. Suddenly he was noticing little signs in their body language that he was starting to realize indicated anxiety or guilt: Things like sunken, motionless tails, or splayed ears.\n\nRichie would see Ashe twice more, and each time, the iridium-furred femme dog brought not just food, but other small comforts: A few toys to fidget around with, a squeaky bone to chew on (which ``Richie'' enjoyed far too much for Richard's comfort) and even a trashy romance novel to read... which, while it was far from Richard's old preferred literature of nudie mags, was actually not a bad read once he broke down and started reading it. He had to be careful to hide the things Ashe brought when anyone else visited, but Ashe's little gifts made the experience of being trapped in the room just a bit more tolerable. \n\nIn a weird way, Richie almost felt like he'd made a friend.\n\nAfter three more days of the same routine he'd grown used to while trapped in the Pink Poodle hotel, the same men and poodles he saw day in and day out, Richard was visited by someone different.\n\n - - - - \n\n``We're going to give you a new name first before we put you to work, but I haven't decided what it'll be just yet.''\n\nMs. Delight stood before Richie, rubbing her chin in thought. ``I mean, we can't just call you ``Bitchie-Richie'' in front of our customers. There might be some men into that sort of thing, but I already have puppies I've made after you that are far more trustworthy being trained for more... aggressive... kinks like that.''\n\nShe wasn't alone. Three very strong human men flanked her, two to her left, and one to her right. Richard lay on the bed, feeling the pangs of that second hunger. He'd been eating well, they had never starved him while he was trapped in the hotel, but his slender, curvy, pink fluffy body that felt so wrong while also feeling so right had a second craving to it: Cum.\n\nHe'd discovered in the past few days that it was like some kind of craving. Milking his own cock for a taste seemed to keep it in check, but only for a little while. The pangs came back after a few hours. Eventually his arms and legs would start to tremble for periods, and he found his mouth filling with saliva at even the thought of it. Richard hated it, hated how he found his gaze sliding downwards to gaze at the crotches of his captors, wondering if-\n\n-Wondering about something Richard was trying not to think very hard about... although he supposed it didn't matter if he imagined ``Richie'' thinking about hard cocks quite a lot. ``What did you do to me.'' He said with a growl in his voice, as he lay sprawled along the bed in nothing but a pair of tight khaki booty shorts that gripped and squeezed at his wretchedly wonderfully juicy booty and a pastel blue t-shirt that exposed his belly button. They were the most masculine clothes he'd been provided, but not by much.\n\nThe woman he'd known only as ``Ms. Delight'', although he doubted that was her real name, simply laughed. ``You mean you haven't figured it out yet?'' The woman tittered into her hand. ``The original Sisselixer and all those other drinks that weird tiger person left behind don't just make you fuzzy all over. They pervert the mind as well as the body, making it so that you enjoy the form you're being transformed into.''\n\nRichie balled his paws into fuzzy fists and bared his fangs as he sprawled along the bed, glaring daggers at her. ``I DON'T enjoy them!''\n\n``You do.'' Ms. Delight's smirk widened. ``I've seen how you touch yourself. How you moan just thinking about how pretty and pink and-''\n\nRichie's cock trembled. ``D-don't!'' He snapped at her, feeling his shaft hardening to rub against his tight shorts. It felt too good. ``I'm not- not like that-''\n\n``Mmm... you will be, though. A girly little canine slut who loves how his body feels.'' Her eyes glinted. ``Delight Pharmaceuticals has learned just enough of how these miraculous sodas work to tweak `Sisselixer' into `Chienne'.'' She waved a hand around the hotel room. ``You've seen the results in all your sissy little sisters outside. Each of them was a big strong man like you once, punks and criminals who wasted their lives on petty violence and amounted to nothing.'' She smirked. ``Now, they're happy little slutty puppies, working here for me in our Hotel in exchange for food... a place to stay... and cum.'' She smirked. ``Your curvy little trap of a body craves it now. It's an addiction you'll never be able to defeat.'' The woman whose name was probably not ``Ms. Delight'' reached up to put a hand on one of her goon's shoulders. ``But seeing is believing, is it not? Raul dear, I know you're freeballing today. Why don't you give our dog a bone?''\n\nThe man heaved a sigh, taking a few steps forward as he reached down to his fly, unzipping his pants and reaching into them to tug out a long, musky cock.\n\nRichie felt himself sniffing the air instinctively. There was something enticing about that musk. Beneath his tightening booty shorts, his own little sissy stick was stiffening. He found his gaze looking down at Raul's shaft, his mouth watering. ``N-no... I can't- I shouldn't-'' That second hunger reminding him it'd been too long, at least an hour, since he'd had some spunk on his tongue.'' And yet his damn tail was wagging, as he sat up. Standing up off the bed to walk towards the thug, that aroma luring him closer.\n\n``Be a good girl and suck down your treat...'' Ms. Delight cooed, watching, moving a hand down the front of her pants. \n\n``Nnnnot a girl...'' Richie mumbled, with a whine, trying to resist. He wasn't going to take another step forward towards Raul. He wasn't going to fall to his knees in front of the man's penis and take a nice long sniff of it. He wasn't going to open his canine muzzle wide and begin licking at that cock until he was rewarded with a bead of precious, delicious, wonderful precum to savor. He wasn't going to take it between his jaws at long last, and swirl his tongue around the shaft to taste every inch of the cock while he let it drool on his tongue, giving him more salty, musky, meaty flavors to savor. He wasn't going to give Ms. Delight the satisfaction of seeing him on his knees like a trained whore, sucking that shaft and stroking the man's balls, whining and whimpering like a puppy begging for table scraps.\n\nHis body betrayed the willpower he'd mustered the second he began thinking about what he WASN'T going to do.\n\nAnd there he was, on his knees, bobbing up and down on that shaft after coating every inch of it with his saliva. The worst part was that everything about the experience was wonderful: the taste of cock felt right on some instinctive level. The precum was delicious, like every tastebud on his transformed tongue was lighting up at once. That musky, manly scent of the human feeding him was like a perfect cologne to make his own shaft start drooling. And once he'd started sucking, the idea of stopping before he heard Raul grunting and felt a surge of slick, salty semen flowing into his mouth and down his throat never even really entered his mind. He hadn't thought of anything other than savoring and sucking his treat.\n\n``There we go, mmm, what a sexy sight to see.'' Ms. Delight cackled, a hand held up over her lips to partially cover a smile Richie found insufferable as he gazed up at her. ``They all want to be such slutty little puppies in the end.'' With a belly full of cum, Richie felt his mind clearing as he gazed up to see that sadistic woman pleasuring herself while watching his muzzle wrapped around Raul's gross delicious perverted sexy cock pumping into his muzzle. The human, despite having cum already, was starting to thrust as if he had another load coming, but beyond even the delicious musk of the man?s arousal, Richie could smell Ms. Delight's lust in the air as well: She was getting off on watching his degradation into a whore. ``You'll be a good bitch for Mistress now, won't you?''\n\nThe idea of being Mistress' good girl echoed in Richie's mind. For a few moments he actually considered it, before remembering who was before him and what she'd done to him. Richie felt his hackles rising. This was the woman who had robbed him not just of his life but his very species, and the fact that he was tempted to give into her for a moment turned his stomach and nearly made him vomit up his yummy, cummy treat. Raul pulled his cock out of Richie's muzzle just as the pink poodle made his decision, and that was the only reason Raul didn't feel the dog biting into his bits as Richie bared his fangs and growled. With one paw he gripped at the thug's balls and firmly YANKED at them, Raul crying out in pain as he fell towards the ground before parts of him risked being ripped away. \n\n``You fucking bitch-'' Richie snarled, lunging at Ms. Delight, the human woman's eyes going wide. For a moment she looked legitimately frightened of him.\n\nGood. He wanted her to be afraid. Richie was not going to be a good girl for this monster of a woman! In the moment, he wanted nothing more than to tear her throat out with his fangs.\n\nAnd if the other two goons hadn't stepped in front of her to protect her, the sissified poodle might've done just that. Richie snarled and struggled as he felt two sets of burly arms grabbing at him, stopping his lunge before the men slammed him into a wall.\n\n``W-well...'' Ms. Delight's faltering, fearful expression slowly started to evaporate. ``I can see a naughty little sissy bitch like you is a g-glutton for punishment!'' She clapped her hands. ``And to think, I was so enamored with my new pet I was going to give you the cutest little girly name.'' She gave a snort. ``But if I can't tame Bitchie Richie using just the carrot, we'll have to use the stick as well.'' Her expression turned into a sneer. ``I try to be nice to my girls, but if you insist on nipping your mistress' hand when she tries to pet you...'' Turning, Ms. Delight started to walk away, leaving Raul shuddering on the ground and clinging at his privates. She snapped her fingers, as the other two goons nodded and turned to follow, carrying Richie out of the hotel room he'd been trapped in for weeks.\n\n``Come along men. We've got a volunteer to test the Petticoat Program.'' \n\n-~-~-~-~\n\n``C-Chastity? Why did you stop?'' Lin looked up with a faltering tone.\n\nThe french poodle realized her hands were shaking. Taking a deep breath, she looked away from Lin. ``...Lin, zis part ess... are you SURE zat you want to hear it?'' \n\nThe red panda paused, her gaze peering into the pink sissyboi poodle's soul. ``...Have you told anyone else about this, ever?''\n\n``...non.'' Chastity admitted.\n\nLin reached forward to take the pink poodle's paw, squeezing it as Chastity felt the trembling stop in the panda's grip. After a moment, Lin broke into a sincere smile. ``I t-think it would really help if you did.''\n\nChastity felt his face getting hot, eyes going wide. ``V-very well, zen.'' He found himself fanning his face with a paw as he continued. ``Ze Petticoat Program started...\n\n-~-~-~-~\n\nThe Petticoat Program started with Richie being dragged into another room in the hotel, howling in anger and rage as the two big humans tore the clothing he'd been given off of him. ``Let go!'' He growled, snapping at them. ``I'm not a girly little bitch!'' He kicked and thrashed. ``I'm not her girly pet!'' The pink poodleboi felt the cool air hitting his body as he tried to resist. ``I'm not a pretty puppy in heat!'' Every outburst made his cock twitch and stiffen.\n\n``Making a lotta assumptions about how much we care.'' One of the goons rolled their eyes, before moving a hand down to grip at Richie's privates. ``But feels like someone's protesting a bit much, heh.'' Richie froze as he felt that grope. His cock was stiff again, and drooling against the man's fingers. ``Bet you really like thinking about being pretty and girly, don't you?'' \n\nThe fight drained out of Richie as he felt that hand pumping up and down his cock. ``Y-yeah, I-'' He clamped his muzzle shut before he said anything to make those feelings of arousal get worse. Every time he started talking about how girly he wasn't, it just got him thinking about being girly, and that got him horny. The poodle-boi didn't even realize he was doing it. The man continued jerking him off, as Richie shuddered and whined, a wave of heat making his muzzle flop back open as he broke into a canine pant.\n\n``Say it.'' The thug growled. ``Say what you want to be.'' Suddenly, the hand froze at the base of Richie's cock, the poodle whining as he felt himself deprived of those pleasurable, lusty feelings.\n\nHIs ears drooped. Was the man not going to give him more pleasure if he didn't say it? ``P-please!'' His balls churned, his cock drooling as he gazed up at his captor with need, the other thug watching them both while digging out something black and white and frilly out of a box. ``D-don't stop-''\n\n``Say. It.'' The thug snarled down at Richie.\n\nSquirming and stammering for a few moments, Richie whimpered, feeling his balls ache. ``I- I want to be a pretty girly poodle boi!'' He admitted, feeling a cocktail of pleasure and shame as he spoke, his cock lazily spurting out more precum onto his tummy. \n\nThe thug teasing his shaft nodded. ``Thought so. Ms. Delight just knows how to piss some people off.'' Richie felt that wonderful hand leaving his cock so cold and alone, and started to tremble. ``Would get you off, but you were a bitch to Raul, and naughty bitches don't get any relief.'' He stood up and looked over at his partner. ``Get him dressed and sauced. I'll prep the program on the computer.''\n\nRichie didn't know what was going on, and found he didn't care. He whimpered again in his need, tears forming on his eyes, his fuzzy pink paw moving to grip his cock. He needed to finish! To cum!\n\nThe other thug yanked his paw away. ``Ut-tut-tut! Paws UP, sissy-boi, not down.'' Richie struggled for a few moments before finally letting arms lift into the air. ``Good, keep `em there.'' The thug growled. ``But open your yap. The sauce comes first.'' He produced a bottle. Though it was unlabeled, Richie knew that pink, bubbly fluid inside even before he caught a whiff of the scent: Chienne. He hesitated for a moment, ears drooping, before the thug growled. ``What, you gonna be a bitch now? Only Good Sissy Poodles get relief.'' After a moment, Richie gave in, opening his maw as the thug poured some of the Chienne down his throat. ``This'll help make your coat thicker and fluffier, from what Ms. Delight says.'' The bottle was yanked away from his muzzle, still half-full, some pink droplets spilling down either side of his long snout. ``Now let's get you dressed.'' The thug prepared what looked like a maid's black and white dress, and then pulled over his floofy, furry body. ``Good sissy poodles don't play with themselves.'' He said in the same tone a human might use to tell their pet that they were naughty. ``And this will help you learn that lesson.'' \n\nIt was a maid's outfit, spun out of soft, sleek black silk, the sleeves ending in holes for Richie's pink fuzzy fingers to poke out of, but otherwise gripping in what felt like a glove built into the outfit itself. The shoulders puffed out in shimmery black balls of fabric that crinkled slightly as Richie moved. The straps of a bright white apron wrapped around either side of his neck, with a frilly white lace collar sewn into the neckhole that tickled at Richie's fur and flesh as he looked around. The white apron had lace too: black lace lining the edges to it, and more black frilly lace lining the openings of two pockets that rested against where his stomach met the fabric of the frilly dress. If that was the end of it, it would be girly enough to send a jolt of guilty pleasure down Richie's spine and through his puppy cock, but the dresses lower regions fluffed out into interlocking layers of white and black frilly petticoats. Richie couldn't count all the layers underneath the apron, but he could feel the various fluffy layers of fabric bunching up and ruffling with every slight motion of his hips. Underneath the many layers of sleek silk and frilly lace he could feel his cock, still stiff with unfulfilled need. ``Nnffffff...'' He could feel his shaft rubbing against the dress's skirts, and with the painful ache within his balls still in the forefront of his mind, he reached down to try and stroke his sissy shaft to completion.\n\nExcept he couldn't reach it. The maid skirt was too frilly and poofy, and his paw couldn't get around all the layers. ``What, so you put me in this and t-think I'll just behave?'' Richie growled. ``I can just take it off!'' \n\nHis floppy doggy ears picked up a faint click from right behind him. Richie realized he hadn't been keeping track of the other goon, the one who hadn't been jerking him off. ``What was that?'' He reached back to feel a metal padlock right behind his neck.\n\n``The zipper's locked in. You can't take that outfit off until Ms. Delight gives the say-so.'' The first goon said, with a growl. ``And since good little sissy puppies don't touch themselves without permission, it's going to keep you from draining those balls too.'' \n\n``I- I-'' Richie was trembling. ``I can just tear it off! I have claws now-'' His protests were interrupted as he felt the other goon sliding something down his head. A large plastic headset; a visor fitted over his eyes to plunge him into darkness, attached to a strap holding it against his fuzzy pink head. The goon behind him tightened the strap while the other one moved to grab his wrists and hold him. ``What the fuck are you doing to me?!?'' Richie yelped, panic starting to fill his voice.\n\n``It's the Petticoat Program.'' He heard one of the thugs say. ``A special bit of obedience training for naughty puppies who won't stop nipping at their mistress' hand.'' Richie squirmed and thrashed, but the two muscular males were far stronger than he was now. He felt them pushing him down into a chair. He felt them handcuffing his hands down, the metal cuffs digging into his wrists just enough to feel uncomfortable.\n\nAnd then, the headset flickered to life.\n\nRichie was bombarded with a spiral of swirling carnation and ivory colors, with bright silver sparkles bursting into view in places, erupting like fireworks every so often. Soothing, calming music filtered into his ears. He grit his teeth and thrashed against the chair, making it rattle against the floor. ``Get me out of this thing!'' He growled, baring his fangs and tensing every muscle he could to try and break through the handcuffs. As he struggled, he almost thought he could hear words whispered underneath the soothing music.\n\nI want to be a pretty poodle boi.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nHappy Sissy.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nI want to be Sissy.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nI need to feel Pretty.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nShow the world how Sissy I am.\n\nThe words hit his mind like a truck, shattering his focus as unbidden, thoughts of being girly and cute and pink and pretty filled his mind. ``N-Noooo. I'm- I'm a man! I'm not-'' He felt his heart racing. ``A cute sissy poodle!'' He could feel his penis, finally starting to soften, perk back up like a wilting flower that had just been watered. \n\nIt even had a dot of dew on the head of it. \n\nI'm happier in girly clothes.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nI'm such a pretty sissy.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nI need others to see me being pretty too.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nSo horny when other people make me feel girly.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nSubmit to Mistress.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nFaggy poodle boi.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nGiggle like a bimbo.\n\nRichie tried to focus, but the soothing music and swirling spiral pattern of pink and white were making it impossible to focus. ``Teeheehee!'' He giggled, feeling oh-so pretty, oh so effeminate, oh so...gay! His sissy stick spurting! ``I- I'm not a fag! Not... a pretty sissy! I'm-'' Every time he managed to build up a thought to resist, those bursts of silver glittery fireworks blew it up. ``I'm a pretty sissy puppy!'' He cooed, feeling his dick spurt precum all over his cute little maid dress. A moment later, he realized how girly he'd just sounded. ``Rrrr! Nooooo!'' He thrashed against the chair again, mustering up all his will to try and resist.\n\nWearing girl's clothes makes me feel good.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nShow social media I'm a pretty poodle.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nI need others to know I'm a sissy little whore.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nLove Mistress.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nNever really a man.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nJust a sissy boy.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nA slutty sissy boy who needs yummy cum.\n\nWorship men with yummy cocks.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nWorship Mistress.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nI exist to pleasure real men like a slutty bimbo.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nCan't tear my petticoats.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nCan't ruin my pretty clothes.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nLift my tail for cock.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nShow off how pretty and slutty I am to attract men.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nWhen other people have sex with me it makes me feel pretty and girly.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nBeing girly makes me horny.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nI need to have more people fuck me\n\nGood Girl.\n\n``I- I'm-'' Richie mumbled, unable to even really think too clearly anymore. How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? He couldn't think to keep track. It was too easy to just relax and listen to the voice tell him how he felt, the words soaking into his mind like water into a sponge. ``I'ma... sissy... poodle... boi...'' He slurred out.\n\nI am a sissy poodle.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nI was never a man.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nI was always a failure as a man.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nI need to feel like a pretty girl.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nMy job is to show off how cute and girly I am and to serve Mistress.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nI need to be fucked full of yummy cummies to be happy.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nMistress wants me to be a pretty poodle bitch.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nRiche felt his jaw go slack, staring off into the colorful swirly abyss with glazed over eyes, not a thought in his head as he drooled onto his dress. ``Guhooooooooood girrrrrrrrrrrrl...'' He slurred his speech as he repeated the phrase in his dreamy stupor. The only motion from his body were idle humps to rub his cock against the material of the silk. ``I'ma... pretty poodle bitch booooi...'' Each hump gave him a flash of pleasure that never quite managed to get him to a climax. ``I.... neeeeed t'know I'ma... pretty... poodle... sissy...'' But the humps did keep his mind alive with pleasure, and managed to keep his thoughts focused on the music saying such horny things. Teaching him to be a Good Girl, to crave validation for how pretty and girly he was on social media, and to learn to be more and more of a whore serving the Mistress's wishes. There was a part of Richie that wanted to puke at this, wanted to rip the headset off of his head, but it was the part in the back of his mind, furthest from the parts that had a say in what was going on. And Richie could barely hear his own protests over the throbbing of his canine prick. All he could do was listen to the music,and stare into colorful spirals playing before him, and feel his balls growing more metaphorically blue with every moment.\n\nThe last thing he remembered were the words beginning to loop:\n\nI want to be a pretty poodle boi...\n\n-~-~-~-~\n\nThe clattering sounds of a wooden hairbrush against a tile floor interrupted Chastity's words. The pink poodle-boi had been staring off into space as he told this part of his tale, and hadn't noticed Lin fishing a hairbrush out of her purse, much less that she'd dropped it midway through fixing her hair. ``Hm?'' Pausing his tale, Chastity looked up from examining his painted claws to see Lin flashing him a wide-eyed expression, the red panda's jaw agape.\n\n``She- she- she BRAINWASHED YOU?'' Lin managed to stammer out, an anxious squeak in her tone.\n\n``Zat ess ze part I had almost forgotten about, honestly.'' Chastity bent down to pick up the hairbrush, rising back up to press it gently into Lin's paws. ``Zat ess a part of my life zat I do not like to think about much, but oui, eet ess true.'' Nodding, he let his paws slip away from Lin's, as the feminized red panda boi gripped the hairbrush so tightly Chastity was worried his friend would get splinters in his paw-pads. ``Ze Petticoat Program was meant to make all ze subjects on Chienne come out as feminized as ze people who drank Sisselixer... Chienne was never ze exact recreation of Sisselixer, or ze improvement on eet zat Ms. Delight wanted eet to be. Eet was an imperfect substitute, like using ze High Fructose Corn Syrup rather zan Cane Sugar. To fix ze flaws een eet, Ms. Delight made zat distasteful Program to wash ze poodle-boi's minds.\n\nLin's tail had fluffed out in a display of what Chastity suspected was anxiety. He watched as the sweet, innocent little sissy moved to brush the fur on it flat again. ``How- how can you be so non-chalant about that, C-Chastity?!? How can you just... act like you don't care?!?''\n\nIt was a valid question, and one that Chastity didn't have an immediate answer for. Searching his feelings on those experiences, Chastity found that most of the anger and resentment he'd held about those wretched circumstances had simply evaporated at some point. It was true he'd once been far more enraged and angry about having Richie's- His mind violated in such a way. And Chasity could still feel the cooling embers of Richard's rage about the subject. But they WERE cooling down. What had changed?\n\n``I... suppose zat I am not angry because I am in a good place in zis life of mine now.'' He began, moving back up to squeeze dear, sweet Lin's free paw in his again. ``I am among friends, and zey are dear to me. And whether eet ess my true feelings, or ze effects of ze Petticoat Program on my poor mind, I do not find zis body to be unwanted anymore.'' It wasn't exactly a true statement to say that Chastity had gotten ``used'' to being a sissy, swishy pink poodle; to be more accurate, it was that Chastity had made a conscious decision to embrace circumstances forced upon him that he could no longer change, and find things about them that he could enjoy. ``Eef I remain angry, zat feels like... giving ze people who did zis to `Richie' power over me, even now zat I am free.'' Unlike some of the other subjects of Chienne, Chastity still considered himself to BE a male, even if he was proudly a sissy-boi and not a ``man'' like Richard had once been. Some of the other victims of the Petticoat Program weren't... quite as secure in their gender or sexual identities, and Chastity had had to help a few of her fellow Chienne-bois get through some painful nights because of it. ``I would rather try to make ze happy memories and fill my mind with those, zen obsess over ze bad memories zat I cannot undo.'' That was only half the reason. \n\nChastity also knew that many of the people who had done this to him were no more. Whether they were dead or not, they were GONE. \n\nSome even by her own paw. \n\nThere was no one really left to be angry AT, and any vengeance Chastity had once craved had more than been achieved.\n\nBut he did not want to sully dear, sweet little friend's ears with thoughts like that. The pretty red panda femboi had been one of Chastity's first real friends he'd made after escaping Ms. Delight's power, and reminded him of someone who had shown kindness to him at the worst moments of his unwanted transition. Chastity had learned that Lin had been born into privilege, acceptance, and wealth, enough to have sheltered them from some of the ugliest moments of the world. But it had somehow never blunted the little femboy's empathy for those without her blessings in life, and Lin spent a lot of her free time, just like a certain other person Chastity had known, volunteering to take care of others in need. The sissy red panda didn't have any malice or wickedness to her that Chastity had ever seen, even when given something as tempting to abuse as Sisselixer. Unlike most of the rest of the Siss-T club, and even most of the people who had imbibed it, Lin had drank Sisselixer of her own free will, thinking of it only as a way to help her become on the outside what she felt like on the inside. The drink had been a miraculous, empowering boon for her, and it said a lot that Lin had never seemed to consider how someone else could abuse it. The little red panda's reaction to Chastity's own experiences was just another reminder of how gentle and kind she really was. It honestly made Chastity love her all the more. If Chastity had one desire left unfulfilled in her life, it was to make the world more like Lin, instead of making Lin less like the world.\n\nTo repay Lin's kindness and friendship to him in a way that benefitted others.\n\nAnd to repay Ashe's charity as well.\n\n``I- don't stop there!'' Lin said, brushing the red, brown, and white rings of fur on her long tail flat. ``What happened next, Chastity? How, how long were you subjected to the- the Petticoat Program?''\n\nWhat happened next was the beginning of her social media presence. Among other things ``Eet was... a few weeks. I do not exactly recall how long... ze Petticoat Program made my head feel all foggy and dazed, and often I would not have ze best awareness of time for hours or even days after.'' Chastity heaved a sigh, as she thought back to that point. ``Well... zat ess when I started having to do ze work Ms. Delight demanded of her `girls', and when I made my debut online, even if I didn't know it at ze time...''\n\n-~-~-~-~\n\n``You didn't think you'd be living here rent free forever, did you Richie?''\n\nMs. Delight- Richie refused to call HER ``Mistress'' anymore than he had to- held a red gloved hand to her cheek, cackling as she stood before Richie, flanked by two human thugs that looked unsettlingly close to gorillas in body type.\n\n``No, I didn't.'' He said, turning away from Ms. Delight to go back to dusting. ``After all, you've had me cleaning the common areas of the Pink Poodle Hotel for the past few days.'' Richie twitched a feather duster like he was waving a magic wand, brushing non-existent dust off of a glass display table in the hallway. Every time he shifted his body, Richie could hear the thick, billowing skirts of his maid outfit rustling, a near-perpetual reminder of his slender, feminized body and the effeminate outfit he was trapped in. He tried not to think about it too hard, to ignore it if possible. Thinking about how pretty and girly he looked in his sissy maid outfit made Richie's puppy prick get stiff under his panties, however, and that was a recipe for frustration: Ever since he'd been subjected to the Petticoat Program, he'd found he couldn't take off his sissy maid dress, and the ruffled layers of the skirts were too thick for Richie to reach his cock around the bunched up fabric. He'd tried pulling up his skirts, but there were so many layers in his maid's outfit. He'd tried laying on a bed and peeling them up but it was still so hard to reach his panties.\n\nAnd whenever he tried to think about damaging the maid's outfit, he felt himself suddenly hesitate at the idea.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nCan't tear my petticoats.\n\nGood Girl.\n\nCan't ruin my pretty clothes.\n\nRichie couldn't explain it, but he just... didn't have it in him to damage such a pretty outfit. Wearing it felt too damn good, making him feel pretty and girly, and getting him all sorts of attention from people coming and going within the Pink Poodle Hotel. Even though it was also keeping him aroused to the point of blue-balling him, it felt so good to be seen like a sissy poodle-boi. Richie hated it and loved it at the same time, his cock throbbing and dribbling into his pink panties all day while he cleaned and worked.\n\nMs. Delight brought him back to reality with her annoying laugh. ``Oh, the chores were just a test of the Petticoat Program's effectiveness on you, really. I needed to see if my new puppy wouldn't run away if I let her outside her room off a leash!'' With a throaty purr in her voice, Ms. Delight leaned towards Richie, and he barely resisted the urge to growl and snap at her nose. ``The real money's to be had in the `Johns' you'll be servicing. And we've already lined one up for you tonight... well, you and another.'' The second Richie attacked Ms. Delight, he knew he'd get tackled by those big goons flanking her. It wasn't worth it. ``To get news out about my newest pup on the market, you were part of a two-for-one special, you know!'' Though she really did know how to make him struggle to BELIEVE it wasn't worth it.\n\nRichie wasn't intent on just rolling over and exposing his belly to Ms. Delight like a trained pet, but-\n\nGood Girl.\n\nSubmit to Mistress.\n\nGood Girl.\n\n-but there was a part of Richie's mind that felt like it was easier to just submit to her desires, to go along with them, rather than resist. To let her think she'd won and get her to stop trying to break him down. What was it Ashe had told him again, about not fighting the flow of the river? He could strike at her when he had the right moment, but for now he just needed to Submit to Mistress, play the part of the Good Girl.\n\nSo instead of growling or snarling, Richie let a plastic smile crease his strange, canine snout. ``Will I get to taste more cum?''\n\nIt was unsettling how wide Ms. Delight could smile when she was pleased. ``Theeeere's the Good Girl I knew lay underneath all that fussing and growling!'' The words ``Good Girl'' made Richie's tail wag and he hated that they did. Still, he kept his feigned smile up as she leaned forward and patted him on the head, right between his weird floppy ears. ``I knew she was there somewhere! Yes, if you make your ``John' really hot and horny, he'll give you a full bellyful!'' \n\n``Alright, then.'' Trying not to sound TOO excited, Richie licked his lips, imagining the salty, musky taste and the scent of it in his mouth. ``I can't wait.'' His cock throbbed. He hadn't gotten off all day. A day of feeling girly and pretty with those feelings making his dick grow stiff and wet, and throbbing, and not even a taste of cum to take the edge off. The haze of horniness made it hard to think clearly, but he was aware that this was an opportunity of sorts.\n\nAn opportunity to drink lots of yummy cum.\n\nNo. Richie cleared that thought out of his mind. It was an opportunity to further build up his- his ``cover''. Once Ms. Delight thought he wasn't trying to resist her anymore, once he was just another sissy poodle boi to her, then he could drink lots of yummy cum, no, he could do SOMETHING to get his revenge. It was hard to focus when he was this pent up. \n\n``Excellent! You'll be meeting your `John' and the Sister helping you handle him tonight at 9:30, at Room 306.'' Ms. Delight favored Richie with another pat on the head he suspected she thought he'd enjoy. \n\nHe simply smiled and nodded, his tail wagging as he went back to dusting.\n\n - - - - \n\nBy the time Nine-Thirty PM came around, Richie had only gotten MORE pent up and horny.\n\nHe couldn't help it anymore; ever since his first few times going through the Petticoat Program, it was like parts of his body just behaved on their own. Whenever someone called him a ``Good Girl'' or a ``Pretty Girl'' or even just looked at him, he felt pretty and girl. And THAT got him leaking in his panties, except with the excessively frilly maid outfit on, he couldn't reach his penis to stroke at it, and he had to Submit to Mistress and keep it on and not tear it, but the pressure between his loins kept building and building... once during the day, he'd taken a 15 minute break to just flop on a couch and hump a pillow, but he'd only managed to get agonizingly close before one of Mistress Delight's goons interrupted his humping and told him Good Girls didn't get to cum while they were doing their chores. \n\nUnfortunately, his chores that day had taken him almost until nine-thirty. Whenever he finished cleaning something, he'd been given another task. Richie suspected Ms.Delight was deliberately making sure he was kept busy, so she could have him show up to his first ``John'' as horny and amorous as possible. \n\nIf it had been her plan, it had worked.\n\n``Nnnnrrrrrfffff...'' Richie pushed his thighs together, like a child desperate to avoid wetting himself as he shifted his pink fuzzy body from one footpaw to the other, hoping to feel his erection rubbing against his moist panties. The client, the ``John'' he was supposed to sexually service, was inside. But he was supposed to wait for the other poodle-boi, his ``Sister'' so they could go in together. Despite knowing he had to Submit to Mistress for now, he wanted so badly to throw open the door and just get hot and heavy with the man he was going to be lifting his poofy pink tail for.\n\nIn a moment of clarity, Richard realized how insane that last thought had just sounded. A month or so ago (He'd lost track of the days by now) he'd been a heterosexual male human.\n\nNow?\n\nHe was some weird fucking fairy, a poofy little femboy who felt his dick dribble out a little bit more precum whenever he thought of a big strong man emptying a load of baby-batter down his throat. ``Fuck, this place is getting into my head...'' Richard muttered to himself. ``I gotta-''\n\n``Richie? You're who I'm going to be working with tonight?''\n\nThe familiar voice caused Richie's ears to instinctively perk up, his panicked thought lost as he looked up to see an equally-familiar gray fuzzy body. The last few times Richie and Ashe had met, Ashe had barely worn anything: A speedo or a banana hammock or a pair of lacy panties at most. But now? The sissy salt-and-pepper poodle boi was wearing a bright white apron with the phrase ``Yiff the Cook'' embroidered onto it in pink letters that almost matched the shade of Richie's fur. A pair of white khaki pants were clinging to Ashe's wide hips for dear life with every step the other sissy poodle took towards Richie, and underneath the apron Richie could see what looked like a black button-up shirt. Richie's canine companion was even carrying a metal platter with a metal dome covering it, balanced on one hand.\n\n``You're... clothed?'' The sight was so different than the mental image of Ashe that Richie had in his mind, he couldn't help but comment on it. \n\n``Ugh, I knooooooow.'' Ashe audibly whimpered, gritting his teeth and pouting. ``I hate how weird most clothes feel over my fluffy fur, but Mistress said I had to wear this get-up. It's driving me nuts!'' Ashe's tail slumped down to hang limply behind her. ``I guess he's paying to fuck a maid and a cook? Or at least, roleplay like he is?'' Ashe turned around, twisting her body to look at what was under her apron, while her long canine snout fell into a frown ``And I don't even get a skirt! I have to wear pants, and- and they just feel WRONG. I can feel it, they're making the fur on my legs get all messy and tangled up, and I'm probably building up static electricity, I can just feel it, and-'' She was sounding increasingly anxious.\n\n``Hey, hey... calm down...'' Richie interjected, lifting a paw up to pet Ashe's shoulder. ``Only for a few more minutes, right?'' \n\n``Y-yeah.'' Gazing back up at Richie, Ashe found her smile again. ``Just for a few minutes. Right.'' \n\nRichie supposed that Ashe had a big problem wearing clothes. For a moment, he wondered how she'd ever expect to function, outside the Pink Poodle Hotel, with a problem like that. While he hadn't paid much attention, he knew most of the people who had drank ``Sisselixer'' were at least able to keep their pants on when they needed to. But Ashe wasn't the only poodle-boi Richie had seen since they let him out with weird quirks like an aversion to clothes. Did ``Chienne'', Ms. Delight's knock-off Sisselixer, have some weird side-effects to it? Or was this due to the Petticoat Program?\n\nThinking about it for too long was giving Richie a headache, and his belly was growling for cum. ``So let's get you out of those icky pants as soon as possible, ok?'' Besides, he didn't want Ashe to have a panic attack. To not waste any more time, Richie flashed a security card against the lock for the hotel room, heard an affirmative ``Beep!'' and then heard the lock on the door unlock. Putting his hand- his PAW- on the door's handle, Richie hesitated when he realized he hadn't ever actually done anything like this before. ``So, um... I mean... I know we're supposed to have sex with him, but... uh... is there anything we're specifically supposed to DO?'' He whispered quietly, hoping whoever was inside couldn't hear.\n\n``Play up how manly and impressive he is.'' Ashe whispered back, having answered quickly and with a rehearsed precision, as if she'd answered that question often before. ``We don't usually have to wear costumes unless it's part of the scene we're doing. Since no one told you you could take the maid outfit off for the day, I'm assuming that means they want you to play up the `maid' angle, like I'm playing up the cook angle.'' Ashe lifted a paw up to pat his apron. ``That means use the word `master' a lot unless they ask you not to, and obey pretty much every order they give you. But also don't be, like, the painfully boring kind of submissive slut who only does what they're told or wants the dom to do all the work.''\n\nThat earned Richie a confused, canine, tilting of his head. ``Huh? So... I should follow his orders but I also shouldn't follow his orders?''\n\nA titter escaped Ashe's lips, as he rolled his eyes. ``You'd be surprised how often new bois get confused about that around here. It's painfully obvious most of you were used to thinking you were the Top Dog before Mistress turned you.''\n\n``W-what does that mean?!?'' Richie raised his voice, before dropping back down to a hushed whisper so their client couldn't (presumably) hear their discussion. He felt something prickling along the back of his neck, like his pink floofy fur was standing on end.\n\nApparently, he was giving Ashe a death glare, because the grey-furred poodle boi leaned away from him and Richie could hear an audible whine. ``J-just that, well, you might not really know how t-to, um, be enjoyable for a partner when you're not, um, supposed to be the one in charge?'' Ashe coughed. ``M-maybe?''\n\nSomething about Ashe's words rubbed him the wrong way. ``Richard'' had been rather proud of his ability to satisfy women. He had been a damned titan in bed, he was certain of that. The idea that he couldn't give someone a satisfying fuck, just because he was pretending to be ``Richie'', bothered the boi he was- er, was trying to pretend to be, and the man he used to be. No, the man he still was. Gritting his teeth, he tried not to let his irritation show. ``So I'm the maid, you're the cook... so am I like, supposed to be vacuuming up the crumbs from the meal you make for him? Except I have to make that all slutty and kinky somehow?'' ``Richard'' had never really seen the point in bedroom roleplaying. It was just some elaborate form of roleplay that wasted time, wasn't it? Except now, he had to do it... and he couldn't imagine ``Richie'' being bad at sex, as a point of pride. So he'd have to find some way to do it and be damn hot while doing it.\n\nAshe let out a short, barking laugh, before falling back to a whisper. No, no, it's nothing like that! Don't worry, I'm not going to be like, feeding him during sex or anything. And you won't really have to do any chores... er, most of the time, anyway. Just think of it like a halloween costume you're wearing. We're playing pretend, just with dicks involved.'' \n\n``Uh...huuuh...'' Richie guessed Ashe could tell he wasn't satisfied with that answer, because the iridium-furred poodle reached out to pat him on the shoulder like he'd done for her.\n\n``Just imagine what you think of when you think `naughty maid', and try to pretend to be that the best that you can, ok?'' Ashe punctuated her sentence with a titter. ``Don't worry if you're uncomfortable with it, everyone is their first time. I can do most of the heavy lifting here so you don't have to, ok?''\n\nRichie liked Ashe, but as she attempted to reassure him, he was beginning to feel a bit like a child being talked down to. ``What, you think I'm gonna be a millstone around your neck, is that it?'' His whispered retort was a bit louder than he'd intended. ``That you're stuck with the poor widdle newbie who doesn't know what he's doing?!?'' Even trapped in this curvy body built for sinful submission, he had his goddamn pride. Richard had never needed anybody to mollycoddle him, and Richie wasn't about to start now.\n\n``N-no, I didn't mean it like that, I meant-'' Ashe stammered.\n\nIt was too late to de-escalate. Richie felt his competitive streak, the same one he'd had back when he was a real man, rearing its ugly head. ``Just cause I'm the new dog in the pack doesn't mean I'm some helpless, dependent pup.'' On some level, Richie knew this was a weird-ass thing to be competitive over, but competitions were fun. And if he was going to be doing this anyway, why not have some fun with it? ``Look, I'll bet you... I dunno, a favor or something, that I can get the guy so hot and bothered that he wants to fuck me first.'' \n\n``I wasn't trying to-'' Ashe paused, before her eyes widened a bit and she fell silent. A moment later, she nodded. ``You're on, then!''\n\nRichie's tail wagged. Now things were going to get interesting. ``Alright then. Let's fuck this dude!' He reached down to twist the doorhandle, only to feel it rattling in his grip. ``Wait, why isn?t this opening?''\n\nWith a sharp inhale, Ashe squirmed. ``We might've lingered out here talking too long and the lock reset itself?''\n\n``Oh.'' Richie felt the confidence he'd just mustered draining out of him, as he reached for the security card again. ``R-right.''\n\n - - - - \n\nThe door opened without so much as a creak, revealing a dimly lit hotel room similar to Richie's own.\n\nIn the time it'd taken for Richie to open it, he'd gotten his gameface on. ``Richard'' had always been fond of competitions and games of chance where he could demonstrate his strength; having something to win (and something to lose) always seemed to motivate him. And he needed the motivation right now; swirling in his mind were a torrent of conflicting emotions and urges he didn't have the time to deal with (not the least of which being a fading sense of horror in how much he'd changed since his transformation, in that he was actually a bit EXCITED to compete over who was the better whore). Reframing this as a competition in his head was helping keep those emotions from distracting him; focusing his mind towards a singular goal.\n\nAnd, even if ``Richard'' would have been grossed out by the idea of fucking another dude, much less BEING fucked by one... he could easily see ``Richie'' as being quite eager to compete over it. It was ok, if he just let himself keep pretending to be ``Richie''. He could slobber his weird dog tongue all over this man's prick and it didn't mean ``Richard'' was gay. It was just him pretending to be ``Richie'', to do what would come naturally to ``Richie''.\n\nRichie rationalized a lot of what he'd done recently like that.\n\nRichie was actually quite eager to do this, even if he knew ``Richard'' wouldn't have been. ``Housekeeping!'' He called out, in a cheery falsetto tone as he strode into the dimly lit hotel room, paws pushing into leaf green shag carpeting.\n\nWith a titter, Ashe joined him. ``Room service!'' The iridium-furred poodle-boi balancing his serving tray on the palm of one paw. Richie walked side-by-side with his frie- his rival in this perverse competition.\n\nThe room itself was a hallway that ended in a bedroom set off to the east of the hallway. They could both hear breathing, and faint ``ooo'' noises from the hallway, but they couldn't see the bed (and who was on it) until they walked past the bathroom and got closer to the end of the short hallway. \n\nTrying his best to make a smile he thought would be ``saucy'', Richie walked with a deliberate waggle to his hips, trying to imitate some of the slutty women ``Richard'' had banged before his change. ``Need someone to feather your duster?'' The petticoats of his maid outfit rustled as he strode forward, his ass swaying back and forth.\n\n``Did someone here order a Sailor's Cup of Tea?'' Ashe chimed, still sounding like he was trying not to break into another fit of giggles. ``Hot and fresh!'' The two of them reached the end of the small hotel room hallway at the same time, turning to gaze at the John they were sent to service.\n\n``H-howdy!'' Richie could've described the man laying on the king-size bed as a huge slab of beef, and barely been accused of creative license: Laying there, shirtless and with pants unzipped to demonstrate his erection, was a creature akin to the Minotaur of Crete, with a thin layer of umber fur coating washboard abs and swollen, meaty pectorals. His arms were almost as wide as Richie's head (from canine nose to the back of his skull) and he'd lifted each one up to rest along the tops of some of the pillows of the bed, parallel to his head. Two curved ivory horns, polished until they glinted in the light cast from a single desk lamp, rose up from either side of the big bull's skull. A ropey chestnut tail snaked its way along the bed towards them, sandwiched between two thighs that rippled with muscle. This male was a beefcake in more than one sense.\n\nBut Richie didn't notice most of that at first. \n\nBecause his attention was drawn, by some queer instinct that had infected his thoughts since his transformation into a pink poodle, to the spire rising up from the big bull's crotch. Bright pink, but mottled with patches of coffee-hued flesh, it looked almost as thick as a can of beer. The head, adorned with a crown of fleshy nubs, was dribbling a slick fluid that glistened in the dim light. Richie could smell the musky scent of the big male's shaft from here, and he felt his own poodle prick, trapped in panties he couldn't reach on his own, twitch and stiffen along the moistened fabric trying to contain it. He nearly moaned just from the sight of that obelisk jutting up into the heavens, risen like a sacred standing stone to be slathered with his... worship.\n\nEvidently, turning into a faggy little nymphomaniac of a pink poodle had made him more eloquent, at least when he saw such a spire.\n\nAshe stood before the altar of masculinity just as Richie did, his eyes widening. ``W-woah...'' his voice was hushed, almost reverent.\n\nRichie couldn't disagree with the sentiment.\n\n``U-uh... am I, er, supposed to doooo something?'' The big male, raising one chocolate eyebrow, tilted his head. Lifting one arm, he waved at them both. ``Sorry, ain't quite a regular at, er, this sorta thing... `til I drank a can of Brokeback Berry a week ago, never even really thought about paying t'have... uh...'' \n\nThe deep, bassy tone of his voice snapped Richie out of his dick-fueled reverie. That was right, he wasn't here to stare at it, he was here to MILK it! ``Oh, non, non, mah-stair!'' Richie replied in the best french accent he could manage, which he thought was passable at best. ``Please, forgive zis silly maid!'' Sauntering over towards their client, he stood to the right of the bed, lifting his feather duster (a clean one he'd grabbed before coming here) to tickle it up and down the bull's penis. ``Eet is just zat ze sight of something so fil-they, it made mah-stair's wee little maid forget herself!'' Laying it the accent as thick as he possibly could, Richie forced himself to giggle, gazing down at the bull.\n\nRichie watched his first John's stomach rise and fall a bit faster as his breathing quickened from the sensation of the feathers dancing along his dick. ``Oh! Hahaha, yer quite forward, huh? Ah thought- w-well, ah guess ah did pay fer tha' Servant Roleplay Package, huh? Ah forgot about tha-'' The man punctuated his sentence with a loud ``Mooo!'' as he shuddered and thrust his cock upwards against the featherduster with a roll of his hips. ``S-shucks, that feels really tickly!''\n\nRichie's feigned smile got a bit less feigned as he watched another spurt of precum rise up like a geyser out of the big bull's magnificent member. He could feel that second hunger, his craving for cum, practically making his tummy rumble. ``Does mah-stair not like ze tickly feathers?'' He leaned forward, letting his poodle snout get a bit closer to the source of that deliciously musky smell. ``But zis thing ess so dirty, mah-stair! Oui, you must let your little maid clean eet for you!'' Richie licked his chops with a gleam of eager anticipation in his eye. ``Eef not with ze duster, zen she will think of some other way...''\n\n``Master, your Sailor's Cup of Tea is getting cold!'' Ashe, perhaps trying not to be outdone, walked forward to flank their John, standing off to the left and puffing out his lower lip in a distinct pout. ``You look so hungry, you just want to dig into a tasty dish, do you?'' Richie watched their client turn his head to gaze up at the fluffy grey poodle, who moved his one free paw down to stroke along the bull's burly chest in slow, long caresses up and down his meaty pec. ``I'm sure a big, strong man such as yourself works up quite the... appetite you want me to feed.''\n\n``Hahaha, w-well, gosh...'' Their John, despite his statuesque physique, squirmed under both their gazes. ``Ah guess ah thought we'd be talking it out a bit first, didn't expect y'both t'get so tuh-hoooooooOOOOOooooo... that's a GOOD touch...'' His words grew a bit more gravely, an amorous growl hitting Richie's floppy ears as he snorted, another spurt of precum splashing against the flared head of his dick. \n\n``Aah! Zut! Eet ess no good to leave that mess to grow!'' Richie growled with feigned indignation, as he moved his free paw to rub gentle circles around the bull's bare breast, massaging his pectoral. ``Mah-stair, zis little maid must clean it for you, soon! And eef zis tool will not get ze job done...'' Letting his feather duster fall onto the bed, Richie moved his now-unoccupied other paw down towards the bull's stomach, tracing a slow path towards the big male's meat. ``Zen perhaps zis maid needs to polish eet for you!'' A very real part of Richie wanted to drop the pretenses, skip this foreplay, and start sucking and slurping on the bull's cock. Certainly, he hadn't looked their John in the eyes even once since meeting him. ``Give eet a good spit-shine.'' But he held back on that instinct. ``Richard'' wasn't ever one to tolerate being second-best even if he got a prize for it. Similarly, Richie wasn't going to lose to Ashe, even if this was just a friendly bet.\n\nBreathing heavily, their client alternated his gaze between the sissy maid and the sissy chef, flanking him on both his sides and caressing his bare body. ``M-m'name's Josh, y'know!'' With another roll of his hips, he thrust his cock up into the air again. ``F-figured it'd be n-neighborly t'introduce ourselves first, b'fer we let our urges carry us off like wild horses.'' For a moment, Richie felt his eyes rolling. With how strong he and Ashe were coming onto the man, it felt like such a pathetic display to try and stammer out your name to a pair of whores. \n\nThough the name ``Josh'' felt like it rang a few bells for Richie...\n\nRichie hesitated, thinking about that for a moment, only snapping out of his introspection when Ashe seized the initiative. ``Heehee! Well, Master Josh, let the little maid worry about the mess you're making!'' Arching his back and pressing his chest up against the big bull, Ashe wrapped one arm around the back of Josh's shoulders, rubbing his slender, toned hips against the big bull's arm. ``You've got a hot dish right here you need to eat up first, don't you?'' With a playful little chuckle, Ashe rolled his hips and dry-humped at the big bull's beefy body. ``Come on... you don't want it to get cold, do you?''\n\nJosh turned back away from the distracted Richie and faced the sissy chef. ``W-well, ah do some of my best work on a full stomach, eeyup...'' With an amorous ``Moo'', he leaned forward, rotating his body towards Ashe just as the iridium-furred poodle femboy leaned down to kiss him, the two making out in front of Richie, as Ashe moved his paws downward with each stroke, drawing closer and closer to Josh's bitch-breaker of an erection.\n\nAs Ashe attempted to pull ahead in the competition they were having, something was still bugging Richie. Josh... had he heard that name somewhere before? And this sort of nervous energy, it was oddly familiar...\n\nThat thought crumbled like a sandcastle under a wave of lust as Richie felt his fuzzy fingers, which had been slowly sliding along the bull's stomach towards his crotch, grow moist as a splatter of precum from the big bull's erection hit them while Josh was making out with Ashe. Blinking, Richie looked down and could just see the bigger male's crotch, and a puddle of precum slowly trailing down his tilted body at risk of spilling onto the bedsheets beneath where he lay ``Oh la la!'' He cooed and giggled. ``Mah-stair, your silly little maid has found a puddle of some-zing!'' Lifting his hands up, Richie gently tugged the bull back away from his partner. Ashe flashed him an incredulous `are you kidding me?!?' stare as a trail of saliva running from him to Josh snapped, but Richie was rewarded for his efforts with the bull's amorous gaze shifting back his way. ``But what ess zis puddle?'' As Josh watched, Richie lifted his paw dampened back up towards his mouth. ``Perhapz a taste test will tell me...'' Parting his lips, Richie groomed his soaked fingers with dainty little licks, savoring each tiny taste of the bull's salty fluids. ``Mah-stair, zis puddle tastes so good... may I lick it up with my tongue?''\n\n``You- you-'' Josh the bull snorted, the nervous expression on his snout turning a bit more lusty. ``Well, guess ah have gotten mah'self all filthy an' sweaty after a hard day's work...'' Lifting one of his toned arms, Josh moved to pet the back of Richie's head for a few moments. ``Ah guess ah do need a bit of a bath, don't ah?'' Richie could practically taste victory as he felt the big bull guiding his head down towards his crotch.\n\n``M-Master!'' Ashe chimed in, a canine whine crawling into his tone. ``I-If you don't want your tea, could I at least offer you a bun for your b-bratwurst?'' The grey-furred poodle-boi's hail mary went ignored, as Richie felt his snout squishing up into the bull's crotch.\n\n``Go ahead, give yer `Master' a tongue-bath...'' Josh's tone had grown a bit more assertive, the nervous nature of his past words melting away like butter in the heat of the moment. Richie could hear his partner on the other side of Josh heave a melodramatic sigh. But he was barely focusing on it. The second the command was given, Richie was already beginning to slurp eagerly into Josh's crotch-fur. It wasn't quite cum, it didn't come close to sating the sissy poodle-boi's second hunger, but it was salty and oily and delicious against his tongue. And this close to the big man's cock, Richie was practically bathing his snout in Josh's animalic musk. He rubbed his snout against the base of Josh's' cock, getting his pastel pink face-fur slick and soggy with precum dribbling down it like hot wax down a candle. ``Mmm... that feels good, mah pretty maid...'' Josh rewarded Richie for his eager attention with a pet between the ears. ``Why don'tcha start doing a bit of that `spit-shining' you wuz talkin' about, before?''\n\nRichie didn't need to be told twice. Once he'd finished lapping up the client's crotch, he put his long canine tongue to work cleaning every inch of the base of the bull's shaft, before shifting over to slurp at the pair of swollen balls dangling between the man's thick thighs. Making little snorts and growls of appreciation, Richie just turned his thoughts off for a little while, so he could enjoy the tastes of his salty, meaty treat without any higher thoughts getting in way of his euphoria.\n\n``Master, maybe your maid would work a bit faster if you gave her some more, ah, motivation!'' Ashe's words jostled Richie out of the blissful zen the dog had achieved from cat-cleaning a cock. What was he up to, after losing their bet?''\n\nRichie was more focused on Josh's little head than his big one in the moment, but through peripheral vision he could see the bull turning up to gaze back towards Ashe. ``Oh? What do y'have in mind, chef?''\n\n``What?'' The name alone was bizarre enough for Richie to stop licking at the big bull's balls, slowly rising up to try and see what Ashe and Josh were staring at.\n\n``No, no... y'need t'keep doing that.'' With a meaty hand on his head, Josh pushed Richie back down towards his crotch and held him there until Richie started slurping along the base of his swollen spire again. ``As fer yer, nnnnnf, h-hot dish...'' The pink poodle could hear a tone of growing excitement in Josh's voice as he gazed up from Richie to face Ashe again. ``Ah reckon tha' least ah could do is buy a gal a hot dinner b'fer taking her to bed. Nice an' gentlemanly, ah like it.'' Punctuating his sentence with a wicked cackle, Josh reached up with one hand to pet at Ashe's apron. ``Go get tha' maid ready fer her `meal', ah'll finish seasoning it.'' \n\nRichie felt like he had cause for concern, but it took real strength of will to pull himself away from the cock he kept licking like a lollipop. And even if he did muster the strength of will, Josh would probably just push his head back down anyway. So he kept slurping, scaling from the base of Josh's tower upwards towards the peak, savoring each taste of precum as he worshipped the bigger male's big dick.\n\nAshe, with a wicked giggle, sashayed around the bed to stand behind Richie. ``Ok, we need to get you ready for a nice, hot meal! A maid can't eat in her uniform though... you'll get it filthy!'' Richie only had a split-second to wonder what Ashe was saying before he felt his petticoats lifted up, and a cool breeze hit his fuzzy pink cheeks as his panties were tugged down to his knees. ``Ok, she's all ready, Master!'' As he announced that, Ashe was gripping at Richie's tail (Feeling a hand there was still such an alien sensation!) and lifting it up to brush against his hiked skirts. But Richie still couldn't figure out why his friend was doing that-\n\n-And as Josh sat up from his reclined position on the bed, Richie could see why Ashe had done that.\n\nBecause Josh was clutching a pastel purple toy shaped like a cock in one hand, the silicon phallus glistening with lube.\n\n``W-wait, I don't-'' Richie was hesitant for just a moment, stammering, as Josh lowered the toy to push between his now-clenching cheeks. It slipped in-between them with little difficulty, and before Richie could finish his objection, he felt the tip of it kiss his asshole. A sudden wave of hot pleasure washed over him, as Richie felt his ass relaxing, lifting his canine snout up. ``OooOOOooo...'' he moaned, practically howling at the moon from the pleasure of it. ``T-that feels... rrrrreaally...'' \n\nWith a shit-eating grin plastered on his snout, Josh locked eyes with Richie as the pink poodle remained bent over, leaning onto the bed. ``Ah'm too much of a gentleman t'force something on a lady... y'want it out or in? Ah'll stop if y'say out.'' He gently twisted the dildo, and the spinning sex toy made another faint wave of pleasure crash into Richie's mind.\n\nHis breathing was quickening. His pulse was racing. If it felt this good just touching the hole, Richie wondered, how would it feel inside him? ``Richard'' had freaked out the one time one of the sluts he had one-night-stands with so much as attempted to finger his pucker. But if he was just keeping up the act of ``Richie''... well, apparently Richie might really enjoy having something a bit bigger than a finger inside him. Richie only hesitated for a moment. ``I-In... p-please... I need t'know how it feels...'' His voice was breathy and needy, as he gazed into the big bull's soul.\n\n``As y'wish...'' Josh replied with a nod, as he slowly began drilling the dildo in and out of Richie's pucker, stretching the hole with slow thrusting motions. In and out, in and out. Richie had expected pain. There wasn't any. Instead, he just felt the lube-slick toy spreading his backdoor, a firm fleshy thing pushing inside him deeper and deeper with every moment, sending a shiver up his spine as it worked its way into him, and-\n\n-And then Richie saw stars. ``A-AROOO!'' He howled as the toy pushed up against something inside him that triggered a sudden and intense burst of pleasure, his head shooting up. At the same time, his knees felt weak. He almost crumpled downward, caught off-guard by the sudden sensation.\n\n``Master, I think you hit your sissy maid's prostate!'' Ashe cooed, petting along the fuzzy flank of Richie's body. ``Leave it right there for now...'' The iridium-furred poodle had an almost childish tone in his voice. ``If he's a good girl and finishes cleaning your cock, maybe you can be a kind master and turn on the vibrating function?'' Ashe moved around the bed until Richie could see him again, and mouthed the silent words ``It gets better'', to the pretty pink sissy poodle.\n\nRichie had never had ANYTHING in his ass before. Even as a femme dog-boi, he'd only ever sucked another male's cock. Realizing how good it felt to have a sex toy inside him was a revelation he was too horny to seriously think upon. But the idea that he could feel that toy vibrating against his... prostate(?) made his heart race. Without even waiting for affirmation from Josh, he lowered his head back down to begin lapping at the big bull's massive manhood again.\n\n``Ah reckon ah could let mah maid have that treat, sure...'' Josh said, before pausing to grunt from the pleasure. ``But ah do have two servants... prolly should have `em both get a good meal, huh?'' Out of the corner of his eye, Richie could see Josh's hand on Ashe's head, coaxing it down towards the bull's crotch.\n\n``O-oh my stars, yes...'' Ashe said with just a hint of an amorous growl to his voice, as he leaned in to begin licking at the bull-cock from the other side. The trio fell silent, save for quiet slurps and growls from Ashe and Richie, and distinctly louder grunts and moos from the bull between them. Any pretense of a competition between them was abandoned, as Ashe and Richie worked in tandem to tease and pleasure the big dick they were sharing. Licking and lapping at it like a lollypop, they milked the bull of every moan and groan they could muster, and were rewarded with more `milk' raining down from above. Richie could feel it soaking into the fluffy fur along his snout, the scent of the bigger male soaking into his mind. He was bent over a bed, lapping at a bigger man's cock, with a silicon sex toy hilted inside his fuzzy rump. And it felt amazing.\n\nWhen had ``Richard'' ever felt this good?\n\nThe thought bounced around in his head as he heard a grunt, and felt the cock he was slurping at sink downward, as Josh the bull rose up on the bed. ``NNnnfuck... you two are just- fuck, ah was gonna mount y'both an' ride you like mares in heat, but those doggy tongues wuz just... ah can't stand it anymore... open yer mouths...'' Shifting his positon to be on his knees, the big bull pointed his dick straight at Richie and Ashe, his meaty hand gripping it at the base.\n\nWithout hesitating, Richie opened his mouth just a half a second before Ashe did. \n\nThe big bull began to jerk his meat, shutting his eyes and grunting. ``Moo!'' He stroked his shaft faster and faster, his breathing growing shallow. ``Moooooo!'' Richie watched as his back arched and he thrust his cock towards them, his hand practically bluring as he pumped faster and faster. ``MOOOOOOO!'' With a bovine roar and a twitch of his cock, Josh the bull painted both their fuzzy faces white, bull ``milk'' spurting out in a torrent, almost like a firehose. Ashe and Richie both swallowed as much of their treat as they could, but they both ended up wearing a lot of it. Their John, named Josh, breathed heavily as both of the sissy poodles hungrily licked their lips clean of delicious cum, trying not to waste a drop.\n\n``S-so, are we done now?'' Richie asked with no small amount of confusion, legitimately unsure of what happened next. \n\nJosh's eyes popped open. ``Huh? But ah paid fer a whole night!''\n\nWith a nod, Ashe collaborated with the bull's statement. ``You didn't think we'd be done after one load of cum, did you?'' He reached over to wipe a glob of bright white man-milk off of Richie's cheek and slurped it up like ice cream. ``We haven't even turned on your vibrator yet!'' The gray-furred poodle giggled and leaned forward, purring like a cat as he told Richie his future.\n\n``Get ready for a long, HARD night, pup...''\n\n - - - - \n\nRichie worked for the rest of the evening.\n\nIt was strange to describe it as ``work'', because he couldn't deny to himself that he'd had fun as well. But it got him hot and sweaty, and and by the end of it his whole body ached. He couldn't remember the last time sex had been so... aerobic... for ``Richard''. Usually, ``Richard'' had gotten what he wanted, and then let himself rest.\n\nThis time? \n\nJosh the bull got what HE wanted.\n\nAgain.\n\nAnd again.\n\nAnd again and again and again.\n\nDescribing it `milking the bull' was an accurate metaphor: It took Ashe and Richie together several hours to exhaust their client's stamina, and by the end of it, Richie had had a stomach so full of cum he thought he was going to explode. It was the first time since eh'd transformed that that second hunger wasn't bothering him.\n\nBut he was also too tired to move. As was Ashe. \n\nThey both fell asleep, sharing Josh's bed, and had to sneak out the next morning before he awoke, so they could report to Mistress Delight on a job well done. Richie hadn't known at the time that there'd been cameras monitoring them the entire time. Them going to report to Miss Delight was a formality. By the time they'd woken up to sneak out of the room without waking Josh up, she was already editing clips of their activities to upload online. The Pink Poodle Hotel's website did some good side-business as a porn website, and Sissy furries were popular enough right now for her to cash in. \n\nRichie, still bathed in blissful ignorance, looked over to Ashe as they walked away, Ashe with a distinct waddle to his hips that hadn't been there the night before. ``I totally won the bet last night, huh?''\n\nAshe puffed out his cheeks in a distinct pout. ``Hmmmph. Only because you had a handicap! I had to be a kinky chef! I have never met a single man in my life who would pick a kinky chef over a naughty maid.'' \n\nThe pair of them bantered back and forth as they walked down the hotel hallway.\n\nAs they did, Richie caught his tail actually wagging. Gods help him, he was enjoying himself, spending time with Ashe. Whether it was the Petticoat Program and its brainwashing, or his own real feelings, he was enjoying himself. Richie didn't know if that was a betrayal to ``Richard'', or if maybe it had been unrealistic to cling to his past identity as a man in the first place.\n\nMaybe it didn't matter.\n\nBeing ``Richie'' felt so goddamn good, so why should he fight it?\n\nIt wasn't like he could go back to being ``Richard'' anymore, anyway.\n\nHe still hated the woman who had done this to him. That wasn't ever going to change. He and the other victims of ``Chienne'' were essentially prisoners in this hotel.\n\nBut ``Richard'' felt increasingly distant from him. And as Ashe had said, once he stopped fighting everything, things had gotten at least a little bit better.\n\nMaybe it was time to accept that he wasn't a human anymore.\n\nMaybe it was time to accept he was just a femme, sissy poodle boi.\n\nJust like Mistress wanted...\n\nTO BE CONTINUED!\n\nWell... oftentimes we servants work better if we're GIVEN some incentive! (missing word there, thought it would help)\n\n",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Sisselixer 2.5: Chastity the Poodle
A Kinky Story by HYPERLINK "https://www.furaffinity.net/user/terinastiger/"; 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 2: Richie
Lin was staring at Chastity, the sissy's jaw dropped, the expression on her muzzle gaping. ``You- you were-''
Chastity gave a slight nod.
``That- that's EVIL!'' Lin was trembling, staring down at her own fuzzy paws as if now horrified by them. ``I- I never thought- how could I possibly support-''
Chastity reached forward, putting a pink fuzzy paw onto his Siss-T sister's shoulder to pull them into a hug. ``Eet ess just a thing zat happened, Lin. I am over eet.''
Lin squeezed into her friend's body, the hug growing tighter. ``No! It's not `just a thing that happened'! Some horrible witch of a woman violated you and-''
Chastity had a soft smile, and gently patted the red panda boi back. ``What ess done ess done. Delight Pharmaceuticals ess no more now, and ze woman... I do not think she ess alive anymore. Or eef she ess, I do not think zat she wants to be.'' He lowered his head, nuzzling at Lin. ``Zee sodas are not good or evil. Zey can give some ze body zat feels right to them. Like you. And I am proud of my little Lin, for being brave enough to embrace who you are.''
Lin sniffled. ``B-but- you-''
Chastity gave a sigh. ``Zere was much chaos when ze sodas were first released. Tiny and I both were victims. But to cry on forever ess to live in ze past. Sooner or later, we must all accept ze bad hands we are dealt and move on.'' The pink poodle gazed over towards his mousey friend, the squeaky twink moaning in pain and lust as Jessi bruised Tiny's bottom with repetitive spanks. ``I guess zat Jessi ess not zere yet. Understandable. Eet took me a long time too.''
``How- how long were you in that meanie's grip?'' Lin folded her sissy paws against her lap. ``Richard, if you're comfortable telling me-''
Chastity waved a paw dismissively. ``My name ess Chastity now. `Richard' has not felt right for a long time.'' The pink poodle shook his head. ``Mine ess not a happy story, Lin. But I will continue eet, if you truly want to know...''
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``Bitchie-Richie'' was a nickname that stuck for a while.
He had insisted on ``Richard'' at first, but soon found that no one called him that anymore. During his early incarceration he had guests, and treated them as captors. Richard found himself growling and snarling at anyone who even crossed the threshold of the hotel room they were keeping him locked in. Anyone, be they human or another of those pretty poodle femboys with the swishy wiggle to their hips whenever they walked, had gotten a nasty glare at the very least when they came by. The human thugs, at least, had given him nothing but annoyed glares and stoic silence, as if he didn't matter to them in the slightest. The humans, Richard could deal with. Even when they came to check up on him when he was trying to sleep, foil his attempts to climb out his window and escape (that had earned him a migration to a new hotel room, one without any windows at all) or to keep him from harming himself when his new fur and claws and voice felt so WRONG to him it became overwhelming. Richard could handle the humans and how they treated him.
It was the OTHER sort that drove him nuts.
The ones he saw several times a day, who actively tried to engage in conversation with him. The ones who had nicknamed him ``Bitchie-Richie'' after his first display of naked aggression in front of them. The ones who had kept repeating that offending nickname in front of him every time they came by, as if trying to remind him of his emasculation and humiliation, as if it were an offending mess he'd somehow made that they were shoving his metaphorical snout into. The ones who giggled and acted friendly, but with condescension veiled beneath every word.
Yes, it was the poodle-bois that Richie couldn't stand. Ms. Desiree's annoying little bitches who brought him food every day with a plastic smile painted on their snouts. In the face of his snarling demeanor, they would just coo and giggle, before teasing him or talking to him like he was a child.
Or a fucking PET.
``Aww, is Bitchie-Richie feeling grumpy today? Why so? My little sis is such a pretty puppy, she should smile more!''
``Don't be snarly-warly, Bitchie-Richie! Your chest floof is growing in so nice and soft! I bet it'll be feel so nice when a big strong male pets it...''
``If I had such fluffy-fuzzy ears like yours, Bitchie-Richie, I wouldn't be as grumpy-wumpy! Are you just feeling icky because you know you need a cocky-wocky inside you to feel so good?''
``Don't be Bitchie, little sis! You've got, like, the cutest tail! I just wanna brush it and fluff it up! Maybe if you learn to be a good girl, Mistress will let me give you a makeover!''
They all spoke in different accents, but all of his self-proclaimed ``big sisters'' seemed to praise how ``cute'' and ``girly'' Richard looked whenever they came by to drop off food. It was the SECOND worst part of the experience: The poodle-bois provided a constant reminder of what Ms. Delight had done to him with that sneaky soda, ``Chienne''. But the second worst part of it all was that every time they complimented him, it got his traitorous tail wagging. He could feel his cock stiffening every time they put the idea on his head that he WAS `cute'. Just hearing that word made him shudder with arousal, and yet he refused to normalize it. Richard didn't WANT to let himself enjoy the sensations that invaded his mind whenever they spoke to him like he was a pretty girl. The worst part was that the food only sated ONE of his hungers... but another one, one that led to him staring at their crotches and licking his lips, never seemed to go away.
In so many many ways, his body had become alien to him.
Once the teasing had become routine enough and he'd accepted he wasn't going to escape, Richard finally took a moment to look at himself in a mirror for the first time since Ms. Delight had slipped him the soda. He'd been avoiding the mirror for fear of the dysphoria of what he might find reflecting back at him. Richard remembered himself, as being a tall, burly, broad-shouldered man with sharp edges along his body. Often for his own amusement he'd flex his arms and pop his pecs to make women swoon. He wore fake glasses to look smart, hip, and hip, trendy outfits to look cool. He'd been a creature accustomed to using his fists to get his way, even if it meant getting a little blood on them every now and then.
The beast that stared back at him when he gazed into that mirror was none of that; ``Richie'' was at least a foot shorter than Richard, probably more, and covered with bright pink fluffy fur that bunched and balled up around two big floppy ears hanging from each side of his head. This same pink fur, the shade of liquid stomach medicine, flowed down his whole bare body, the layer of floof obscuring any hope of muscle definition he might've had along his upper or lower body. Even with the fluffy, slightly curly fur covering him, however, he could see he looked almost half as wide as he had been before; broad shoulders sanded down to a slender frame that could almost pass for that of a teenager's. The only place that still looked remotely broad about his body was his waist, which ripened out like a fuzzy peach. Out of curiosity, he had turned his back to the full-length mirror and gripped at each of his cheeks to see if he could feel any hint of the muscles he'd spent years sculpting. He had discovered instead that not only was his big booty even more soft, and pillowly (and squishy) than the rest of his sissy poodleboi body, but that the fur around his bottom was a lighter shade of pink than the rest of it: A pale pastel pink instead of pink bismuth shade coating most of the rest of his body.
It was even shaped like a heart.
He had a pink-white heart shape printed all over his butt.
``T-this is not me...'' Richard whined, ears flat against his head as he lowered his fluffy tail, disturbed by how natural the appendage felt to move around. Something about the sight of his ass made that second hunger growl and gnaw at him. ``I'm big and strong and male. Not some soft little s-sissy-'' The word made his cock twitch. ``-fuh-femboy that prances around like a cute little tween puh-'' Just thinking about that next word made Richard's cock drool ``Puh-princess...'' He groaned, waddling away from the mirror to sit down on the bed, closing his eyes and whimpering, a hand-paw with soft, squishy pads moving to grip at his drooling shaft that was embarrassingly smaller now. ``Nnnnnot some pretty princess-'' His cock spurted a small jet of precum as he squeezed it, getting his hand slick. ``Flouncing around in petticoooooooaaaaah-'' Richard shuddered as he played with himself. Gods, just the mental image stuck in his head was making his balls churn. ``I- I'm Richard, not- not `Richie'.'' He'd been denying himself the awareness of his changes for a while now, ignoring any strange urges he felt and trying to avoid even looking at his hands. But once Richard finally broke down and stared into the mirror, it was like the dam had burst open. Arching his head up, Richard gave a howling moan of lust while falling over onto his back on the bed, thrusting his hips up to hump his paw and the air around it. ``R-Richie's nuuuuuhooooot some slutty little t-thing that needs cum in him r-right now!''
In the heat of the moment, as he explored his new body, it was so easy to just divorce himself from what he was doing.
``Richard'' wasn't some sissy failure-of-a-man with tiny muscles, a tiny cock, and a curvy body that could pass as a contestant on a Miss America pageant.
That was ``Richie''.
His hand wasn't gripping ``Richard's'' cock. When ``Richard'' wanted sex, he'd go out and hit on a woman at a bar, until he found one drunk or amorous enough to go to bed with him.
No, his paw was gripping at ``Richie's'' shrunken little shaft.
It didn't matter what ``Richard'' did to this body, it wasn't really his.
He could think of it like he was driving ``Richie'' around like some car. He was inside the car, but at the end of the day, the car wasn't him, right?
And it felt so good, that he didn't want to stop driving.
Moaning again, the transformed male explored ``Richie's'' body more, moving ``Richie's'' unoccupied paw up to stroke at his right nipple, covered in a thin layer of fur. The flash of pleasure told him that ``Richie'' had an erogenous zone that ``Richard'' had lacked... he hadn't ever felt anything like that when he'd teased himself before. Squeezing at ``Richie's'' cock with a palm covered in a canine pad, he arched his back and shoved his fuzzy little head into the pillows. ``Ah-aaaarrrrrrrrrwwwwwrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! A-Arroooo!'' Richard would be disgusted at the girly little whimpers and whines that escaped his lips as he shuddered and rolled his hips into his slick paw. But ``Richie'' could do it, almost HAD to do it; It felt like his hand- no, ``Richie's'' paw- had a mind of it's own, as he milked himself faster and faster, quiet ``schlick!'' noises rising up to greet ``Richie's'' floppy ears. A wave of heat washed over the canine femboy, as he whimpered and started to pant. ``R-Richie's... s-so... fucking... girly... nnnnnot... me!'' He finally popped at the mental image of himself ``Richie'' curled up on a bed, tail lifted, beckoning some big strong male to come and breed him like a bitch, to help him take care of that other, alien hunger inside him.
He felt his cock spatter all over his chest.
With a trembling paw, he moved to scoop up some of his own seed, smearing it on his fingers and lifting it up to his muzzle on pure instinct to lick at it with a long, canine tongue.
It helped the second, alien, hunger go away as he savored his own spurting.
While someone watched him from a hidden camera built into the hotel room.
A knocking on the door jolted him out of a stupor Richie hadn't even realized he was in. With a yelp, he jolted his hand away from his weirdly elongated mouth, before thinking to shove fuzzy fingers soaked with saliva and trace remnants of his own cum under one of the pillows of his hotel bed. ``W-whose there?'' Richie asked, with a voice that sounded almost as much like a dog growling as it had a breathy, feminine voice. He hated it, and it reminded him of the words of those teasing sissy bitches who kept bringing him food.
``U-um... I was told to bring you your dinner? Can I come in?''
Taking a deep breath, Richie shut his eyes and ground his new fangs against each other. ``Speak of the devil...'' He muttered to himself, steeling his mind for another round of one of those giggling pastel bitches laughing and teasing him. He almost told this one to fuck off, but the last time he'd sworn at one of Ms. Delight's gaggle of sissy bimbos, they'd just left in an indignant huff, and taken the meal they were delivering with them. So instead, he just let his ears instinctively sway and licked his lips clean of any of his cum to hide what he'd been doing. ``Y-yeah, come in.'' Richie knew from experience they'd usually just barge in on him without his consent.
Actually, as the door opened, he realized that this situation was already unique. When was the last time anyone had respected his privacy enough to ask permission?
In sauntered another one of those pretty sissy poodles, but this one's fur color wasn't the usual pastel eye-vomit Richie was used to. Instead, the fur was a much more subdued color that wasn't quite grey and wasn't quite black. Unlike most of Ms. Delight's other ``girls'', this one wore little but a pair of bright canary yellow panties with what looked like a little white heart design printed on the crotch. ``U-Um, h-hi! Are you hungry?'' They waddled in with wide, childbearing hips, carrying a tray of food on it and a glass that wobbled as they walked, as if they weren't balancing the tray very well. ``Tonight, the hotel's cooks made Spaghetti alla puttanesca, and I made sure to keep some warm for you.''
The iridium-furred poodle-boi sent the tray down in front of Richie- RICHARD, and gave him a quiet little smile. ``I didn't know what you'd want to drink with it, so I brought water. But you can let me know if you've got another request, ok?''
Whatever Richie had been expecting of tonight's encounter, this hadn't been it. His eyes went wide. ``Err, uh, thanks, um, you?''
A pair of green-gold canine eyes went wide. ``Oh! I'm Ashe!''
Richie, er, Richard couldn't help but show his confusion by tilting his head. Caught off-guard, his rage failed him. ``I, uh, I sorta expected you to be more cruel than this.''
The faint smile faded from the iridium-furred poodle-boi's snout. ``I know.'' Richie watched Ashe's ears splay. ``I- I just can't. Even though I was ordered to. We're not supposed to get to know you or talk to you for too long, except to, um-'' Richard's eyes went wide as he processed the implications of that sentence. Ashe didn't seem to notice, slouching down. ``I've never really had a mean bone in my body, you know? I'd sooner hug you than hurt you.'' And... you're just going through everything we went through before you.'' The poodle-boi visibly whimpered, as he placed the tray of food on Richard's bed, making sure it all laid flat. ``It wasn't too long ago that I was where you are now... a few weeks ago, maybe?''
Richard reached out for the pasta, spearing some with a wooden fork and staring at it. ``Did... Ms. Delight specifically order all the poodles here to be bitches to me?''
``You're not supposed to know.'' Ashe confirmed without moving an inch. ``Mistress says you're prideful and need to be broken down by all of us, and- and- it just feels so cruel I couldn't even try it. I'm going to be given such a punishment for telling you, but I'd rather do that than smile while I try to think up some new way to taunt you.''
At this point, Richard wasn't even surprised by Desiree Delight's behavior. He would've growled, but as Ashe spoke, he'd started eating, and handling the more alien sort of hunger for cum earlier had made him painfully aware of his more natural hunger manifesting again. It was a real effort not to start eating right in front of his delivery-poodle. He said nothing to Ashe, as the femme poodle boi whimpered and squirmed in front of his gaze.
``I- I know. It's not fair. Not to you.'' Ashe started.
``Not to any of us.'' Richie replied, before taking a deep breath. The scents of the meal in front of him were making his mouth water. Had food ever smelled this delicious before he'd transformed? The pasta's bouquet of odors felt so complex and tantalizing, Richie licked his chops.
Ashe just nodded. ``B-but... it gets better. I promise. It's not so bad once you- oh gods, I hate to even say this- but once you just give in a little bit instead of fighting the current of the river, it takes you to someplace that feels wonderful!''
Richard sighed. He was angry, but there was something about Ashe that made him not want to be angry at the poodle-boi. Still, he wanted to immediately reject Ashe's timid assertion... until he thought back to the wanking session he'd just had.
And how good he'd made ``Richie'' feel.
``...maybe for someone like you, it does.'' Richard said, feeling his traitorous prick stiffening again just from thinking about what he'd done earlier. ``But I just... can't stop wanting to wring that women's neck for what she's done here.''
At that, Ashe heaved a sigh. ``...yeah. Me too.''
The air hung heavy in the space between them for a moment as they both fell silent.
But only for a moment. Ashe shut their eyes. ``I know you've only seen the worst of us. The other poodle-bois, I mean. Ms. Delight's ordering us to be rather horrible to you to break you down, and going against her makes us targets too.'' Ashe walked towards the bed, towards Richard, and he found himself not growling at the grey-furred poodle-boi's approach. ``I can't change that, or at least I can't think of a way how. But we've all been the victim you've been, and I know I'm not the only one who feels bad about what's being done to you, and the other bois Ms. Delight's made after you.'' Ashe put a paw on Richie's shoulder, and then moved to hug him.
Richard surprised himself when he hugged Ashe back.
``I can't do much to change things, beyond tell you if you stop resisting so much, it gets better. That's small comfort, and it might feel sickening to consider...'' Ashe spoke in a timid whisper. ``But if I can at least make your day a little better by sneaking you some extra food next time, or something, I'll try. Because you don't deserve this any more than we did, and what you do deserve that I didn't have, is a friend.''
``I- I-'' Richie felt himself tearing up. ``T-thank you...''
The conversation didn't last long after the hug ended. Ashe grew increasingly nervous the longer Richie tried to talk to him, and kept apologizing for things that he hadn't done at all. Richard had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but surprisingly found he didn't want Ashe to be punished like he said he was going to be, so he didn't try to take too much of the other poodle-boi's time. In a weird way, he almost felt like he'd made a friend. But after a meal and some water put back in him, Richie wanted some time alone to think.
All night long.
He thought enough things to make him feel pretty and girly that he managed three mind-meltingly good orgasms, as he experimented with not fighting the urges of his, no, RICHIE's body.
Giving into the river's flow felt addicting, an intense guilty pleasure that threatened to drag him under the waters forever.
- - - -
Days passed, but the treatment of the other poodle-bois didn't seem quite as intolerable anymore, after Ashe showed Richie a glimpse of what was going on behind the masks they wore in front of him. Suddenly he was noticing little signs in their body language that he was starting to realize indicated anxiety or guilt: Things like sunken, motionless tails, or splayed ears.
Richie would see Ashe twice more, and each time, the iridium-furred femme dog brought not just food, but other small comforts: A few toys to fidget around with, a squeaky bone to chew on (which ``Richie'' enjoyed far too much for Richard's comfort) and even a trashy romance novel to read... which, while it was far from Richard's old preferred literature of nudie mags, was actually not a bad read once he broke down and started reading it. He had to be careful to hide the things Ashe brought when anyone else visited, but Ashe's little gifts made the experience of being trapped in the room just a bit more tolerable.
In a weird way, Richie almost felt like he'd made a friend.
After three more days of the same routine he'd grown used to while trapped in the Pink Poodle hotel, the same men and poodles he saw day in and day out, Richard was visited by someone different.
- - - -
``We're going to give you a new name first before we put you to work, but I haven't decided what it'll be just yet.''
Ms. Delight stood before Richie, rubbing her chin in thought. ``I mean, we can't just call you ``Bitchie-Richie'' in front of our customers. There might be some men into that sort of thing, but I already have puppies I've made after you that are far more trustworthy being trained for more... aggressive... kinks like that.''
She wasn't alone. Three very strong human men flanked her, two to her left, and one to her right. Richard lay on the bed, feeling the pangs of that second hunger. He'd been eating well, they had never starved him while he was trapped in the hotel, but his slender, curvy, pink fluffy body that felt so wrong while also feeling so right had a second craving to it: Cum.
He'd discovered in the past few days that it was like some kind of craving. Milking his own cock for a taste seemed to keep it in check, but only for a little while. The pangs came back after a few hours. Eventually his arms and legs would start to tremble for periods, and he found his mouth filling with saliva at even the thought of it. Richard hated it, hated how he found his gaze sliding downwards to gaze at the crotches of his captors, wondering if-
-Wondering about something Richard was trying not to think very hard about... although he supposed it didn't matter if he imagined ``Richie'' thinking about hard cocks quite a lot. ``What did you do to me.'' He said with a growl in his voice, as he lay sprawled along the bed in nothing but a pair of tight khaki booty shorts that gripped and squeezed at his wretchedly wonderfully juicy booty and a pastel blue t-shirt that exposed his belly button. They were the most masculine clothes he'd been provided, but not by much.
The woman he'd known only as ``Ms. Delight'', although he doubted that was her real name, simply laughed. ``You mean you haven't figured it out yet?'' The woman tittered into her hand. ``The original Sisselixer and all those other drinks that weird tiger person left behind don't just make you fuzzy all over. They pervert the mind as well as the body, making it so that you enjoy the form you're being transformed into.''
Richie balled his paws into fuzzy fists and bared his fangs as he sprawled along the bed, glaring daggers at her. ``I DON'T enjoy them!''
``You do.'' Ms. Delight's smirk widened. ``I've seen how you touch yourself. How you moan just thinking about how pretty and pink and-''
Richie's cock trembled. ``D-don't!'' He snapped at her, feeling his shaft hardening to rub against his tight shorts. It felt too good. ``I'm not- not like that-''
``Mmm... you will be, though. A girly little canine slut who loves how his body feels.'' Her eyes glinted. ``Delight Pharmaceuticals has learned just enough of how these miraculous sodas work to tweak `Sisselixer' into `Chienne'.'' She waved a hand around the hotel room. ``You've seen the results in all your sissy little sisters outside. Each of them was a big strong man like you once, punks and criminals who wasted their lives on petty violence and amounted to nothing.'' She smirked. ``Now, they're happy little slutty puppies, working here for me in our Hotel in exchange for food... a place to stay... and cum.'' She smirked. ``Your curvy little trap of a body craves it now. It's an addiction you'll never be able to defeat.'' The woman whose name was probably not ``Ms. Delight'' reached up to put a hand on one of her goon's shoulders. ``But seeing is believing, is it not? Raul dear, I know you're freeballing today. Why don't you give our dog a bone?''
The man heaved a sigh, taking a few steps forward as he reached down to his fly, unzipping his pants and reaching into them to tug out a long, musky cock.
Richie felt himself sniffing the air instinctively. There was something enticing about that musk. Beneath his tightening booty shorts, his own little sissy stick was stiffening. He found his gaze looking down at Raul's shaft, his mouth watering. ``N-no... I can't- I shouldn't-'' That second hunger reminding him it'd been too long, at least an hour, since he'd had some spunk on his tongue.'' And yet his damn tail was wagging, as he sat up. Standing up off the bed to walk towards the thug, that aroma luring him closer.
``Be a good girl and suck down your treat...'' Ms. Delight cooed, watching, moving a hand down the front of her pants.
``Nnnnot a girl...'' Richie mumbled, with a whine, trying to resist. He wasn't going to take another step forward towards Raul. He wasn't going to fall to his knees in front of the man's penis and take a nice long sniff of it. He wasn't going to open his canine muzzle wide and begin licking at that cock until he was rewarded with a bead of precious, delicious, wonderful precum to savor. He wasn't going to take it between his jaws at long last, and swirl his tongue around the shaft to taste every inch of the cock while he let it drool on his tongue, giving him more salty, musky, meaty flavors to savor. He wasn't going to give Ms. Delight the satisfaction of seeing him on his knees like a trained whore, sucking that shaft and stroking the man's balls, whining and whimpering like a puppy begging for table scraps.
His body betrayed the willpower he'd mustered the second he began thinking about what he WASN'T going to do.
And there he was, on his knees, bobbing up and down on that shaft after coating every inch of it with his saliva. The worst part was that everything about the experience was wonderful: the taste of cock felt right on some instinctive level. The precum was delicious, like every tastebud on his transformed tongue was lighting up at once. That musky, manly scent of the human feeding him was like a perfect cologne to make his own shaft start drooling. And once he'd started sucking, the idea of stopping before he heard Raul grunting and felt a surge of slick, salty semen flowing into his mouth and down his throat never even really entered his mind. He hadn't thought of anything other than savoring and sucking his treat.
``There we go, mmm, what a sexy sight to see.'' Ms. Delight cackled, a hand held up over her lips to partially cover a smile Richie found insufferable as he gazed up at her. ``They all want to be such slutty little puppies in the end.'' With a belly full of cum, Richie felt his mind clearing as he gazed up to see that sadistic woman pleasuring herself while watching his muzzle wrapped around Raul's gross delicious perverted sexy cock pumping into his muzzle. The human, despite having cum already, was starting to thrust as if he had another load coming, but beyond even the delicious musk of the man?s arousal, Richie could smell Ms. Delight's lust in the air as well: She was getting off on watching his degradation into a whore. ``You'll be a good bitch for Mistress now, won't you?''
The idea of being Mistress' good girl echoed in Richie's mind. For a few moments he actually considered it, before remembering who was before him and what she'd done to him. Richie felt his hackles rising. This was the woman who had robbed him not just of his life but his very species, and the fact that he was tempted to give into her for a moment turned his stomach and nearly made him vomit up his yummy, cummy treat. Raul pulled his cock out of Richie's muzzle just as the pink poodle made his decision, and that was the only reason Raul didn't feel the dog biting into his bits as Richie bared his fangs and growled. With one paw he gripped at the thug's balls and firmly YANKED at them, Raul crying out in pain as he fell towards the ground before parts of him risked being ripped away.
``You fucking bitch-'' Richie snarled, lunging at Ms. Delight, the human woman's eyes going wide. For a moment she looked legitimately frightened of him.
Good. He wanted her to be afraid. Richie was not going to be a good girl for this monster of a woman! In the moment, he wanted nothing more than to tear her throat out with his fangs.
And if the other two goons hadn't stepped in front of her to protect her, the sissified poodle might've done just that. Richie snarled and struggled as he felt two sets of burly arms grabbing at him, stopping his lunge before the men slammed him into a wall.
``W-well...'' Ms. Delight's faltering, fearful expression slowly started to evaporate. ``I can see a naughty little sissy bitch like you is a g-glutton for punishment!'' She clapped her hands. ``And to think, I was so enamored with my new pet I was going to give you the cutest little girly name.'' She gave a snort. ``But if I can't tame Bitchie Richie using just the carrot, we'll have to use the stick as well.'' Her expression turned into a sneer. ``I try to be nice to my girls, but if you insist on nipping your mistress' hand when she tries to pet you...'' Turning, Ms. Delight started to walk away, leaving Raul shuddering on the ground and clinging at his privates. She snapped her fingers, as the other two goons nodded and turned to follow, carrying Richie out of the hotel room he'd been trapped in for weeks.
``Come along men. We've got a volunteer to test the Petticoat Program.''
-~-~-~-~
``C-Chastity? Why did you stop?'' Lin looked up with a faltering tone.
The french poodle realized her hands were shaking. Taking a deep breath, she looked away from Lin. ``...Lin, zis part ess... are you SURE zat you want to hear it?''
The red panda paused, her gaze peering into the pink sissyboi poodle's soul. ``...Have you told anyone else about this, ever?''
``...non.'' Chastity admitted.
Lin reached forward to take the pink poodle's paw, squeezing it as Chastity felt the trembling stop in the panda's grip. After a moment, Lin broke into a sincere smile. ``I t-think it would really help if you did.''
Chastity felt his face getting hot, eyes going wide. ``V-very well, zen.'' He found himself fanning his face with a paw as he continued. ``Ze Petticoat Program started...
-~-~-~-~
The Petticoat Program started with Richie being dragged into another room in the hotel, howling in anger and rage as the two big humans tore the clothing he'd been given off of him. ``Let go!'' He growled, snapping at them. ``I'm not a girly little bitch!'' He kicked and thrashed. ``I'm not her girly pet!'' The pink poodleboi felt the cool air hitting his body as he tried to resist. ``I'm not a pretty puppy in heat!'' Every outburst made his cock twitch and stiffen.
``Making a lotta assumptions about how much we care.'' One of the goons rolled their eyes, before moving a hand down to grip at Richie's privates. ``But feels like someone's protesting a bit much, heh.'' Richie froze as he felt that grope. His cock was stiff again, and drooling against the man's fingers. ``Bet you really like thinking about being pretty and girly, don't you?''
The fight drained out of Richie as he felt that hand pumping up and down his cock. ``Y-yeah, I-'' He clamped his muzzle shut before he said anything to make those feelings of arousal get worse. Every time he started talking about how girly he wasn't, it just got him thinking about being girly, and that got him horny. The poodle-boi didn't even realize he was doing it. The man continued jerking him off, as Richie shuddered and whined, a wave of heat making his muzzle flop back open as he broke into a canine pant.
``Say it.'' The thug growled. ``Say what you want to be.'' Suddenly, the hand froze at the base of Richie's cock, the poodle whining as he felt himself deprived of those pleasurable, lusty feelings.
HIs ears drooped. Was the man not going to give him more pleasure if he didn't say it? ``P-please!'' His balls churned, his cock drooling as he gazed up at his captor with need, the other thug watching them both while digging out something black and white and frilly out of a box. ``D-don't stop-''
``Say. It.'' The thug snarled down at Richie.
Squirming and stammering for a few moments, Richie whimpered, feeling his balls ache. ``I- I want to be a pretty girly poodle boi!'' He admitted, feeling a cocktail of pleasure and shame as he spoke, his cock lazily spurting out more precum onto his tummy.
The thug teasing his shaft nodded. ``Thought so. Ms. Delight just knows how to piss some people off.'' Richie felt that wonderful hand leaving his cock so cold and alone, and started to tremble. ``Would get you off, but you were a bitch to Raul, and naughty bitches don't get any relief.'' He stood up and looked over at his partner. ``Get him dressed and sauced. I'll prep the program on the computer.''
Richie didn't know what was going on, and found he didn't care. He whimpered again in his need, tears forming on his eyes, his fuzzy pink paw moving to grip his cock. He needed to finish! To cum!
The other thug yanked his paw away. ``Ut-tut-tut! Paws UP, sissy-boi, not down.'' Richie struggled for a few moments before finally letting arms lift into the air. ``Good, keep `em there.'' The thug growled. ``But open your yap. The sauce comes first.'' He produced a bottle. Though it was unlabeled, Richie knew that pink, bubbly fluid inside even before he caught a whiff of the scent: Chienne. He hesitated for a moment, ears drooping, before the thug growled. ``What, you gonna be a bitch now? Only Good Sissy Poodles get relief.'' After a moment, Richie gave in, opening his maw as the thug poured some of the Chienne down his throat. ``This'll help make your coat thicker and fluffier, from what Ms. Delight says.'' The bottle was yanked away from his muzzle, still half-full, some pink droplets spilling down either side of his long snout. ``Now let's get you dressed.'' The thug prepared what looked like a maid's black and white dress, and then pulled over his floofy, furry body. ``Good sissy poodles don't play with themselves.'' He said in the same tone a human might use to tell their pet that they were naughty. ``And this will help you learn that lesson.''
It was a maid's outfit, spun out of soft, sleek black silk, the sleeves ending in holes for Richie's pink fuzzy fingers to poke out of, but otherwise gripping in what felt like a glove built into the outfit itself. The shoulders puffed out in shimmery black balls of fabric that crinkled slightly as Richie moved. The straps of a bright white apron wrapped around either side of his neck, with a frilly white lace collar sewn into the neckhole that tickled at Richie's fur and flesh as he looked around. The white apron had lace too: black lace lining the edges to it, and more black frilly lace lining the openings of two pockets that rested against where his stomach met the fabric of the frilly dress. If that was the end of it, it would be girly enough to send a jolt of guilty pleasure down Richie's spine and through his puppy cock, but the dresses lower regions fluffed out into interlocking layers of white and black frilly petticoats. Richie couldn't count all the layers underneath the apron, but he could feel the various fluffy layers of fabric bunching up and ruffling with every slight motion of his hips. Underneath the many layers of sleek silk and frilly lace he could feel his cock, still stiff with unfulfilled need. ``Nnffffff...'' He could feel his shaft rubbing against the dress's skirts, and with the painful ache within his balls still in the forefront of his mind, he reached down to try and stroke his sissy shaft to completion.
Except he couldn't reach it. The maid skirt was too frilly and poofy, and his paw couldn't get around all the layers. ``What, so you put me in this and t-think I'll just behave?'' Richie growled. ``I can just take it off!''
His floppy doggy ears picked up a faint click from right behind him. Richie realized he hadn't been keeping track of the other goon, the one who hadn't been jerking him off. ``What was that?'' He reached back to feel a metal padlock right behind his neck.
``The zipper's locked in. You can't take that outfit off until Ms. Delight gives the say-so.'' The first goon said, with a growl. ``And since good little sissy puppies don't touch themselves without permission, it's going to keep you from draining those balls too.''
``I- I-'' Richie was trembling. ``I can just tear it off! I have claws now-'' His protests were interrupted as he felt the other goon sliding something down his head. A large plastic headset; a visor fitted over his eyes to plunge him into darkness, attached to a strap holding it against his fuzzy pink head. The goon behind him tightened the strap while the other one moved to grab his wrists and hold him. ``What the fuck are you doing to me?!?'' Richie yelped, panic starting to fill his voice.
``It's the Petticoat Program.'' He heard one of the thugs say. ``A special bit of obedience training for naughty puppies who won't stop nipping at their mistress' hand.'' Richie squirmed and thrashed, but the two muscular males were far stronger than he was now. He felt them pushing him down into a chair. He felt them handcuffing his hands down, the metal cuffs digging into his wrists just enough to feel uncomfortable.
And then, the headset flickered to life.
Richie was bombarded with a spiral of swirling carnation and ivory colors, with bright silver sparkles bursting into view in places, erupting like fireworks every so often. Soothing, calming music filtered into his ears. He grit his teeth and thrashed against the chair, making it rattle against the floor. ``Get me out of this thing!'' He growled, baring his fangs and tensing every muscle he could to try and break through the handcuffs. As he struggled, he almost thought he could hear words whispered underneath the soothing music.
I want to be a pretty poodle boi.
Good Girl.
Happy Sissy.
Good Girl.
I want to be Sissy.
Good Girl.
I need to feel Pretty.
Good Girl.
Show the world how Sissy I am.
The words hit his mind like a truck, shattering his focus as unbidden, thoughts of being girly and cute and pink and pretty filled his mind. ``N-Noooo. I'm- I'm a man! I'm not-'' He felt his heart racing. ``A cute sissy poodle!'' He could feel his penis, finally starting to soften, perk back up like a wilting flower that had just been watered.
It even had a dot of dew on the head of it.
I'm happier in girly clothes.
Good Girl.
I'm such a pretty sissy.
Good Girl.
I need others to see me being pretty too.
Good Girl.
So horny when other people make me feel girly.
Good Girl.
Submit to Mistress.
Good Girl.
Faggy poodle boi.
Good Girl.
Giggle like a bimbo.
Richie tried to focus, but the soothing music and swirling spiral pattern of pink and white were making it impossible to focus. ``Teeheehee!'' He giggled, feeling oh-so pretty, oh so effeminate, oh so...gay! His sissy stick spurting! ``I- I'm not a fag! Not... a pretty sissy! I'm-'' Every time he managed to build up a thought to resist, those bursts of silver glittery fireworks blew it up. ``I'm a pretty sissy puppy!'' He cooed, feeling his dick spurt precum all over his cute little maid dress. A moment later, he realized how girly he'd just sounded. ``Rrrr! Nooooo!'' He thrashed against the chair again, mustering up all his will to try and resist.
Wearing girl's clothes makes me feel good.
Good Girl.
Show social media I'm a pretty poodle.
Good Girl.
I need others to know I'm a sissy little whore.
Good Girl.
Love Mistress.
Good Girl.
Never really a man.
Good Girl.
Just a sissy boy.
Good Girl.
A slutty sissy boy who needs yummy cum.
Worship men with yummy cocks.
Good Girl.
Worship Mistress.
Good Girl.
I exist to pleasure real men like a slutty bimbo.
Good Girl.
Can't tear my petticoats.
Good Girl.
Can't ruin my pretty clothes.
Good Girl.
Lift my tail for cock.
Good Girl.
Show off how pretty and slutty I am to attract men.
Good Girl.
When other people have sex with me it makes me feel pretty and girly.
Good Girl.
Being girly makes me horny.
Good Girl.
I need to have more people fuck me
Good Girl.
``I- I'm-'' Richie mumbled, unable to even really think too clearly anymore. How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? He couldn't think to keep track. It was too easy to just relax and listen to the voice tell him how he felt, the words soaking into his mind like water into a sponge. ``I'ma... sissy... poodle... boi...'' He slurred out.
I am a sissy poodle.
Good Girl.
I was never a man.
Good Girl.
I was always a failure as a man.
Good Girl.
I need to feel like a pretty girl.
Good Girl.
My job is to show off how cute and girly I am and to serve Mistress.
Good Girl.
I need to be fucked full of yummy cummies to be happy.
Good Girl.
Mistress wants me to be a pretty poodle bitch.
Good Girl.
Riche felt his jaw go slack, staring off into the colorful swirly abyss with glazed over eyes, not a thought in his head as he drooled onto his dress. ``Guhooooooooood girrrrrrrrrrrrl...'' He slurred his speech as he repeated the phrase in his dreamy stupor. The only motion from his body were idle humps to rub his cock against the material of the silk. ``I'ma... pretty poodle bitch booooi...'' Each hump gave him a flash of pleasure that never quite managed to get him to a climax. ``I.... neeeeed t'know I'ma... pretty... poodle... sissy...'' But the humps did keep his mind alive with pleasure, and managed to keep his thoughts focused on the music saying such horny things. Teaching him to be a Good Girl, to crave validation for how pretty and girly he was on social media, and to learn to be more and more of a whore serving the Mistress's wishes. There was a part of Richie that wanted to puke at this, wanted to rip the headset off of his head, but it was the part in the back of his mind, furthest from the parts that had a say in what was going on. And Richie could barely hear his own protests over the throbbing of his canine prick. All he could do was listen to the music,and stare into colorful spirals playing before him, and feel his balls growing more metaphorically blue with every moment.
The last thing he remembered were the words beginning to loop:
I want to be a pretty poodle boi...
-~-~-~-~
The clattering sounds of a wooden hairbrush against a tile floor interrupted Chastity's words. The pink poodle-boi had been staring off into space as he told this part of his tale, and hadn't noticed Lin fishing a hairbrush out of her purse, much less that she'd dropped it midway through fixing her hair. ``Hm?'' Pausing his tale, Chastity looked up from examining his painted claws to see Lin flashing him a wide-eyed expression, the red panda's jaw agape.
``She- she- she BRAINWASHED YOU?'' Lin managed to stammer out, an anxious squeak in her tone.
``Zat ess ze part I had almost forgotten about, honestly.'' Chastity bent down to pick up the hairbrush, rising back up to press it gently into Lin's paws. ``Zat ess a part of my life zat I do not like to think about much, but oui, eet ess true.'' Nodding, he let his paws slip away from Lin's, as the feminized red panda boi gripped the hairbrush so tightly Chastity was worried his friend would get splinters in his paw-pads. ``Ze Petticoat Program was meant to make all ze subjects on Chienne come out as feminized as ze people who drank Sisselixer... Chienne was never ze exact recreation of Sisselixer, or ze improvement on eet zat Ms. Delight wanted eet to be. Eet was an imperfect substitute, like using ze High Fructose Corn Syrup rather zan Cane Sugar. To fix ze flaws een eet, Ms. Delight made zat distasteful Program to wash ze poodle-boi's minds.
Lin's tail had fluffed out in a display of what Chastity suspected was anxiety. He watched as the sweet, innocent little sissy moved to brush the fur on it flat again. ``How- how can you be so non-chalant about that, C-Chastity?!? How can you just... act like you don't care?!?''
It was a valid question, and one that Chastity didn't have an immediate answer for. Searching his feelings on those experiences, Chastity found that most of the anger and resentment he'd held about those wretched circumstances had simply evaporated at some point. It was true he'd once been far more enraged and angry about having Richie's- His mind violated in such a way. And Chasity could still feel the cooling embers of Richard's rage about the subject. But they WERE cooling down. What had changed?
``I... suppose zat I am not angry because I am in a good place in zis life of mine now.'' He began, moving back up to squeeze dear, sweet Lin's free paw in his again. ``I am among friends, and zey are dear to me. And whether eet ess my true feelings, or ze effects of ze Petticoat Program on my poor mind, I do not find zis body to be unwanted anymore.'' It wasn't exactly a true statement to say that Chastity had gotten ``used'' to being a sissy, swishy pink poodle; to be more accurate, it was that Chastity had made a conscious decision to embrace circumstances forced upon him that he could no longer change, and find things about them that he could enjoy. ``Eef I remain angry, zat feels like... giving ze people who did zis to `Richie' power over me, even now zat I am free.'' Unlike some of the other subjects of Chienne, Chastity still considered himself to BE a male, even if he was proudly a sissy-boi and not a ``man'' like Richard had once been. Some of the other victims of the Petticoat Program weren't... quite as secure in their gender or sexual identities, and Chastity had had to help a few of her fellow Chienne-bois get through some painful nights because of it. ``I would rather try to make ze happy memories and fill my mind with those, zen obsess over ze bad memories zat I cannot undo.'' That was only half the reason.
Chastity also knew that many of the people who had done this to him were no more. Whether they were dead or not, they were GONE.
Some even by her own paw.
There was no one really left to be angry AT, and any vengeance Chastity had once craved had more than been achieved.
But he did not want to sully dear, sweet little friend's ears with thoughts like that. The pretty red panda femboi had been one of Chastity's first real friends he'd made after escaping Ms. Delight's power, and reminded him of someone who had shown kindness to him at the worst moments of his unwanted transition. Chastity had learned that Lin had been born into privilege, acceptance, and wealth, enough to have sheltered them from some of the ugliest moments of the world. But it had somehow never blunted the little femboy's empathy for those without her blessings in life, and Lin spent a lot of her free time, just like a certain other person Chastity had known, volunteering to take care of others in need. The sissy red panda didn't have any malice or wickedness to her that Chastity had ever seen, even when given something as tempting to abuse as Sisselixer. Unlike most of the rest of the Siss-T club, and even most of the people who had imbibed it, Lin had drank Sisselixer of her own free will, thinking of it only as a way to help her become on the outside what she felt like on the inside. The drink had been a miraculous, empowering boon for her, and it said a lot that Lin had never seemed to consider how someone else could abuse it. The little red panda's reaction to Chastity's own experiences was just another reminder of how gentle and kind she really was. It honestly made Chastity love her all the more. If Chastity had one desire left unfulfilled in her life, it was to make the world more like Lin, instead of making Lin less like the world.
To repay Lin's kindness and friendship to him in a way that benefitted others.
And to repay Ashe's charity as well.
``I- don't stop there!'' Lin said, brushing the red, brown, and white rings of fur on her long tail flat. ``What happened next, Chastity? How, how long were you subjected to the- the Petticoat Program?''
What happened next was the beginning of her social media presence. Among other things ``Eet was... a few weeks. I do not exactly recall how long... ze Petticoat Program made my head feel all foggy and dazed, and often I would not have ze best awareness of time for hours or even days after.'' Chastity heaved a sigh, as she thought back to that point. ``Well... zat ess when I started having to do ze work Ms. Delight demanded of her `girls', and when I made my debut online, even if I didn't know it at ze time...''
-~-~-~-~
``You didn't think you'd be living here rent free forever, did you Richie?''
Ms. Delight- Richie refused to call HER ``Mistress'' anymore than he had to- held a red gloved hand to her cheek, cackling as she stood before Richie, flanked by two human thugs that looked unsettlingly close to gorillas in body type.
``No, I didn't.'' He said, turning away from Ms. Delight to go back to dusting. ``After all, you've had me cleaning the common areas of the Pink Poodle Hotel for the past few days.'' Richie twitched a feather duster like he was waving a magic wand, brushing non-existent dust off of a glass display table in the hallway. Every time he shifted his body, Richie could hear the thick, billowing skirts of his maid outfit rustling, a near-perpetual reminder of his slender, feminized body and the effeminate outfit he was trapped in. He tried not to think about it too hard, to ignore it if possible. Thinking about how pretty and girly he looked in his sissy maid outfit made Richie's puppy prick get stiff under his panties, however, and that was a recipe for frustration: Ever since he'd been subjected to the Petticoat Program, he'd found he couldn't take off his sissy maid dress, and the ruffled layers of the skirts were too thick for Richie to reach his cock around the bunched up fabric. He'd tried pulling up his skirts, but there were so many layers in his maid's outfit. He'd tried laying on a bed and peeling them up but it was still so hard to reach his panties.
And whenever he tried to think about damaging the maid's outfit, he felt himself suddenly hesitate at the idea.
Good Girl.
Can't tear my petticoats.
Good Girl.
Can't ruin my pretty clothes.
Richie couldn't explain it, but he just... didn't have it in him to damage such a pretty outfit. Wearing it felt too damn good, making him feel pretty and girly, and getting him all sorts of attention from people coming and going within the Pink Poodle Hotel. Even though it was also keeping him aroused to the point of blue-balling him, it felt so good to be seen like a sissy poodle-boi. Richie hated it and loved it at the same time, his cock throbbing and dribbling into his pink panties all day while he cleaned and worked.
Ms. Delight brought him back to reality with her annoying laugh. ``Oh, the chores were just a test of the Petticoat Program's effectiveness on you, really. I needed to see if my new puppy wouldn't run away if I let her outside her room off a leash!'' With a throaty purr in her voice, Ms. Delight leaned towards Richie, and he barely resisted the urge to growl and snap at her nose. ``The real money's to be had in the `Johns' you'll be servicing. And we've already lined one up for you tonight... well, you and another.'' The second Richie attacked Ms. Delight, he knew he'd get tackled by those big goons flanking her. It wasn't worth it. ``To get news out about my newest pup on the market, you were part of a two-for-one special, you know!'' Though she really did know how to make him struggle to BELIEVE it wasn't worth it.
Richie wasn't intent on just rolling over and exposing his belly to Ms. Delight like a trained pet, but-
Good Girl.
Submit to Mistress.
Good Girl.
-but there was a part of Richie's mind that felt like it was easier to just submit to her desires, to go along with them, rather than resist. To let her think she'd won and get her to stop trying to break him down. What was it Ashe had told him again, about not fighting the flow of the river? He could strike at her when he had the right moment, but for now he just needed to Submit to Mistress, play the part of the Good Girl.
So instead of growling or snarling, Richie let a plastic smile crease his strange, canine snout. ``Will I get to taste more cum?''
It was unsettling how wide Ms. Delight could smile when she was pleased. ``Theeeere's the Good Girl I knew lay underneath all that fussing and growling!'' The words ``Good Girl'' made Richie's tail wag and he hated that they did. Still, he kept his feigned smile up as she leaned forward and patted him on the head, right between his weird floppy ears. ``I knew she was there somewhere! Yes, if you make your ``John' really hot and horny, he'll give you a full bellyful!''
``Alright, then.'' Trying not to sound TOO excited, Richie licked his lips, imagining the salty, musky taste and the scent of it in his mouth. ``I can't wait.'' His cock throbbed. He hadn't gotten off all day. A day of feeling girly and pretty with those feelings making his dick grow stiff and wet, and throbbing, and not even a taste of cum to take the edge off. The haze of horniness made it hard to think clearly, but he was aware that this was an opportunity of sorts.
An opportunity to drink lots of yummy cum.
No. Richie cleared that thought out of his mind. It was an opportunity to further build up his- his ``cover''. Once Ms. Delight thought he wasn't trying to resist her anymore, once he was just another sissy poodle boi to her, then he could drink lots of yummy cum, no, he could do SOMETHING to get his revenge. It was hard to focus when he was this pent up.
``Excellent! You'll be meeting your `John' and the Sister helping you handle him tonight at 9:30, at Room 306.'' Ms. Delight favored Richie with another pat on the head he suspected she thought he'd enjoy.
He simply smiled and nodded, his tail wagging as he went back to dusting.
- - - -
By the time Nine-Thirty PM came around, Richie had only gotten MORE pent up and horny.
He couldn't help it anymore; ever since his first few times going through the Petticoat Program, it was like parts of his body just behaved on their own. Whenever someone called him a ``Good Girl'' or a ``Pretty Girl'' or even just looked at him, he felt pretty and girl. And THAT got him leaking in his panties, except with the excessively frilly maid outfit on, he couldn't reach his penis to stroke at it, and he had to Submit to Mistress and keep it on and not tear it, but the pressure between his loins kept building and building... once during the day, he'd taken a 15 minute break to just flop on a couch and hump a pillow, but he'd only managed to get agonizingly close before one of Mistress Delight's goons interrupted his humping and told him Good Girls didn't get to cum while they were doing their chores.
Unfortunately, his chores that day had taken him almost until nine-thirty. Whenever he finished cleaning something, he'd been given another task. Richie suspected Ms.Delight was deliberately making sure he was kept busy, so she could have him show up to his first ``John'' as horny and amorous as possible.
If it had been her plan, it had worked.
``Nnnnrrrrrfffff...'' Richie pushed his thighs together, like a child desperate to avoid wetting himself as he shifted his pink fuzzy body from one footpaw to the other, hoping to feel his erection rubbing against his moist panties. The client, the ``John'' he was supposed to sexually service, was inside. But he was supposed to wait for the other poodle-boi, his ``Sister'' so they could go in together. Despite knowing he had to Submit to Mistress for now, he wanted so badly to throw open the door and just get hot and heavy with the man he was going to be lifting his poofy pink tail for.
In a moment of clarity, Richard realized how insane that last thought had just sounded. A month or so ago (He'd lost track of the days by now) he'd been a heterosexual male human.
Now?
He was some weird fucking fairy, a poofy little femboy who felt his dick dribble out a little bit more precum whenever he thought of a big strong man emptying a load of baby-batter down his throat. ``Fuck, this place is getting into my head...'' Richard muttered to himself. ``I gotta-''
``Richie? You're who I'm going to be working with tonight?''
The familiar voice caused Richie's ears to instinctively perk up, his panicked thought lost as he looked up to see an equally-familiar gray fuzzy body. The last few times Richie and Ashe had met, Ashe had barely worn anything: A speedo or a banana hammock or a pair of lacy panties at most. But now? The sissy salt-and-pepper poodle boi was wearing a bright white apron with the phrase ``Yiff the Cook'' embroidered onto it in pink letters that almost matched the shade of Richie's fur. A pair of white khaki pants were clinging to Ashe's wide hips for dear life with every step the other sissy poodle took towards Richie, and underneath the apron Richie could see what looked like a black button-up shirt. Richie's canine companion was even carrying a metal platter with a metal dome covering it, balanced on one hand.
``You're... clothed?'' The sight was so different than the mental image of Ashe that Richie had in his mind, he couldn't help but comment on it.
``Ugh, I knooooooow.'' Ashe audibly whimpered, gritting his teeth and pouting. ``I hate how weird most clothes feel over my fluffy fur, but Mistress said I had to wear this get-up. It's driving me nuts!'' Ashe's tail slumped down to hang limply behind her. ``I guess he's paying to fuck a maid and a cook? Or at least, roleplay like he is?'' Ashe turned around, twisting her body to look at what was under her apron, while her long canine snout fell into a frown ``And I don't even get a skirt! I have to wear pants, and- and they just feel WRONG. I can feel it, they're making the fur on my legs get all messy and tangled up, and I'm probably building up static electricity, I can just feel it, and-'' She was sounding increasingly anxious.
``Hey, hey... calm down...'' Richie interjected, lifting a paw up to pet Ashe's shoulder. ``Only for a few more minutes, right?''
``Y-yeah.'' Gazing back up at Richie, Ashe found her smile again. ``Just for a few minutes. Right.''
Richie supposed that Ashe had a big problem wearing clothes. For a moment, he wondered how she'd ever expect to function, outside the Pink Poodle Hotel, with a problem like that. While he hadn't paid much attention, he knew most of the people who had drank ``Sisselixer'' were at least able to keep their pants on when they needed to. But Ashe wasn't the only poodle-boi Richie had seen since they let him out with weird quirks like an aversion to clothes. Did ``Chienne'', Ms. Delight's knock-off Sisselixer, have some weird side-effects to it? Or was this due to the Petticoat Program?
Thinking about it for too long was giving Richie a headache, and his belly was growling for cum. ``So let's get you out of those icky pants as soon as possible, ok?'' Besides, he didn't want Ashe to have a panic attack. To not waste any more time, Richie flashed a security card against the lock for the hotel room, heard an affirmative ``Beep!'' and then heard the lock on the door unlock. Putting his hand- his PAW- on the door's handle, Richie hesitated when he realized he hadn't ever actually done anything like this before. ``So, um... I mean... I know we're supposed to have sex with him, but... uh... is there anything we're specifically supposed to DO?'' He whispered quietly, hoping whoever was inside couldn't hear.
``Play up how manly and impressive he is.'' Ashe whispered back, having answered quickly and with a rehearsed precision, as if she'd answered that question often before. ``We don't usually have to wear costumes unless it's part of the scene we're doing. Since no one told you you could take the maid outfit off for the day, I'm assuming that means they want you to play up the `maid' angle, like I'm playing up the cook angle.'' Ashe lifted a paw up to pat his apron. ``That means use the word `master' a lot unless they ask you not to, and obey pretty much every order they give you. But also don't be, like, the painfully boring kind of submissive slut who only does what they're told or wants the dom to do all the work.''
That earned Richie a confused, canine, tilting of his head. ``Huh? So... I should follow his orders but I also shouldn't follow his orders?''
A titter escaped Ashe's lips, as he rolled his eyes. ``You'd be surprised how often new bois get confused about that around here. It's painfully obvious most of you were used to thinking you were the Top Dog before Mistress turned you.''
``W-what does that mean?!?'' Richie raised his voice, before dropping back down to a hushed whisper so their client couldn't (presumably) hear their discussion. He felt something prickling along the back of his neck, like his pink floofy fur was standing on end.
Apparently, he was giving Ashe a death glare, because the grey-furred poodle boi leaned away from him and Richie could hear an audible whine. ``J-just that, well, you might not really know how t-to, um, be enjoyable for a partner when you're not, um, supposed to be the one in charge?'' Ashe coughed. ``M-maybe?''
Something about Ashe's words rubbed him the wrong way. ``Richard'' had been rather proud of his ability to satisfy women. He had been a damned titan in bed, he was certain of that. The idea that he couldn't give someone a satisfying fuck, just because he was pretending to be ``Richie'', bothered the boi he was- er, was trying to pretend to be, and the man he used to be. No, the man he still was. Gritting his teeth, he tried not to let his irritation show. ``So I'm the maid, you're the cook... so am I like, supposed to be vacuuming up the crumbs from the meal you make for him? Except I have to make that all slutty and kinky somehow?'' ``Richard'' had never really seen the point in bedroom roleplaying. It was just some elaborate form of roleplay that wasted time, wasn't it? Except now, he had to do it... and he couldn't imagine ``Richie'' being bad at sex, as a point of pride. So he'd have to find some way to do it and be damn hot while doing it.
Ashe let out a short, barking laugh, before falling back to a whisper. No, no, it's nothing like that! Don't worry, I'm not going to be like, feeding him during sex or anything. And you won't really have to do any chores... er, most of the time, anyway. Just think of it like a halloween costume you're wearing. We're playing pretend, just with dicks involved.''
``Uh...huuuh...'' Richie guessed Ashe could tell he wasn't satisfied with that answer, because the iridium-furred poodle reached out to pat him on the shoulder like he'd done for her.
``Just imagine what you think of when you think `naughty maid', and try to pretend to be that the best that you can, ok?'' Ashe punctuated her sentence with a titter. ``Don't worry if you're uncomfortable with it, everyone is their first time. I can do most of the heavy lifting here so you don't have to, ok?''
Richie liked Ashe, but as she attempted to reassure him, he was beginning to feel a bit like a child being talked down to. ``What, you think I'm gonna be a millstone around your neck, is that it?'' His whispered retort was a bit louder than he'd intended. ``That you're stuck with the poor widdle newbie who doesn't know what he's doing?!?'' Even trapped in this curvy body built for sinful submission, he had his goddamn pride. Richard had never needed anybody to mollycoddle him, and Richie wasn't about to start now.
``N-no, I didn't mean it like that, I meant-'' Ashe stammered.
It was too late to de-escalate. Richie felt his competitive streak, the same one he'd had back when he was a real man, rearing its ugly head. ``Just cause I'm the new dog in the pack doesn't mean I'm some helpless, dependent pup.'' On some level, Richie knew this was a weird-ass thing to be competitive over, but competitions were fun. And if he was going to be doing this anyway, why not have some fun with it? ``Look, I'll bet you... I dunno, a favor or something, that I can get the guy so hot and bothered that he wants to fuck me first.''
``I wasn't trying to-'' Ashe paused, before her eyes widened a bit and she fell silent. A moment later, she nodded. ``You're on, then!''
Richie's tail wagged. Now things were going to get interesting. ``Alright then. Let's fuck this dude!' He reached down to twist the doorhandle, only to feel it rattling in his grip. ``Wait, why isn?t this opening?''
With a sharp inhale, Ashe squirmed. ``We might've lingered out here talking too long and the lock reset itself?''
``Oh.'' Richie felt the confidence he'd just mustered draining out of him, as he reached for the security card again. ``R-right.''
- - - -
The door opened without so much as a creak, revealing a dimly lit hotel room similar to Richie's own.
In the time it'd taken for Richie to open it, he'd gotten his gameface on. ``Richard'' had always been fond of competitions and games of chance where he could demonstrate his strength; having something to win (and something to lose) always seemed to motivate him. And he needed the motivation right now; swirling in his mind were a torrent of conflicting emotions and urges he didn't have the time to deal with (not the least of which being a fading sense of horror in how much he'd changed since his transformation, in that he was actually a bit EXCITED to compete over who was the better whore). Reframing this as a competition in his head was helping keep those emotions from distracting him; focusing his mind towards a singular goal.
And, even if ``Richard'' would have been grossed out by the idea of fucking another dude, much less BEING fucked by one... he could easily see ``Richie'' as being quite eager to compete over it. It was ok, if he just let himself keep pretending to be ``Richie''. He could slobber his weird dog tongue all over this man's prick and it didn't mean ``Richard'' was gay. It was just him pretending to be ``Richie'', to do what would come naturally to ``Richie''.
Richie rationalized a lot of what he'd done recently like that.
Richie was actually quite eager to do this, even if he knew ``Richard'' wouldn't have been. ``Housekeeping!'' He called out, in a cheery falsetto tone as he strode into the dimly lit hotel room, paws pushing into leaf green shag carpeting.
With a titter, Ashe joined him. ``Room service!'' The iridium-furred poodle-boi balancing his serving tray on the palm of one paw. Richie walked side-by-side with his frie- his rival in this perverse competition.
The room itself was a hallway that ended in a bedroom set off to the east of the hallway. They could both hear breathing, and faint ``ooo'' noises from the hallway, but they couldn't see the bed (and who was on it) until they walked past the bathroom and got closer to the end of the short hallway.
Trying his best to make a smile he thought would be ``saucy'', Richie walked with a deliberate waggle to his hips, trying to imitate some of the slutty women ``Richard'' had banged before his change. ``Need someone to feather your duster?'' The petticoats of his maid outfit rustled as he strode forward, his ass swaying back and forth.
``Did someone here order a Sailor's Cup of Tea?'' Ashe chimed, still sounding like he was trying not to break into another fit of giggles. ``Hot and fresh!'' The two of them reached the end of the small hotel room hallway at the same time, turning to gaze at the John they were sent to service.
``H-howdy!'' Richie could've described the man laying on the king-size bed as a huge slab of beef, and barely been accused of creative license: Laying there, shirtless and with pants unzipped to demonstrate his erection, was a creature akin to the Minotaur of Crete, with a thin layer of umber fur coating washboard abs and swollen, meaty pectorals. His arms were almost as wide as Richie's head (from canine nose to the back of his skull) and he'd lifted each one up to rest along the tops of some of the pillows of the bed, parallel to his head. Two curved ivory horns, polished until they glinted in the light cast from a single desk lamp, rose up from either side of the big bull's skull. A ropey chestnut tail snaked its way along the bed towards them, sandwiched between two thighs that rippled with muscle. This male was a beefcake in more than one sense.
But Richie didn't notice most of that at first.
Because his attention was drawn, by some queer instinct that had infected his thoughts since his transformation into a pink poodle, to the spire rising up from the big bull's crotch. Bright pink, but mottled with patches of coffee-hued flesh, it looked almost as thick as a can of beer. The head, adorned with a crown of fleshy nubs, was dribbling a slick fluid that glistened in the dim light. Richie could smell the musky scent of the big male's shaft from here, and he felt his own poodle prick, trapped in panties he couldn't reach on his own, twitch and stiffen along the moistened fabric trying to contain it. He nearly moaned just from the sight of that obelisk jutting up into the heavens, risen like a sacred standing stone to be slathered with his... worship.
Evidently, turning into a faggy little nymphomaniac of a pink poodle had made him more eloquent, at least when he saw such a spire.
Ashe stood before the altar of masculinity just as Richie did, his eyes widening. ``W-woah...'' his voice was hushed, almost reverent.
Richie couldn't disagree with the sentiment.
``U-uh... am I, er, supposed to doooo something?'' The big male, raising one chocolate eyebrow, tilted his head. Lifting one arm, he waved at them both. ``Sorry, ain't quite a regular at, er, this sorta thing... `til I drank a can of Brokeback Berry a week ago, never even really thought about paying t'have... uh...''
The deep, bassy tone of his voice snapped Richie out of his dick-fueled reverie. That was right, he wasn't here to stare at it, he was here to MILK it! ``Oh, non, non, mah-stair!'' Richie replied in the best french accent he could manage, which he thought was passable at best. ``Please, forgive zis silly maid!'' Sauntering over towards their client, he stood to the right of the bed, lifting his feather duster (a clean one he'd grabbed before coming here) to tickle it up and down the bull's penis. ``Eet is just zat ze sight of something so fil-they, it made mah-stair's wee little maid forget herself!'' Laying it the accent as thick as he possibly could, Richie forced himself to giggle, gazing down at the bull.
Richie watched his first John's stomach rise and fall a bit faster as his breathing quickened from the sensation of the feathers dancing along his dick. ``Oh! Hahaha, yer quite forward, huh? Ah thought- w-well, ah guess ah did pay fer tha' Servant Roleplay Package, huh? Ah forgot about tha-'' The man punctuated his sentence with a loud ``Mooo!'' as he shuddered and thrust his cock upwards against the featherduster with a roll of his hips. ``S-shucks, that feels really tickly!''
Richie's feigned smile got a bit less feigned as he watched another spurt of precum rise up like a geyser out of the big bull's magnificent member. He could feel that second hunger, his craving for cum, practically making his tummy rumble. ``Does mah-stair not like ze tickly feathers?'' He leaned forward, letting his poodle snout get a bit closer to the source of that deliciously musky smell. ``But zis thing ess so dirty, mah-stair! Oui, you must let your little maid clean eet for you!'' Richie licked his chops with a gleam of eager anticipation in his eye. ``Eef not with ze duster, zen she will think of some other way...''
``Master, your Sailor's Cup of Tea is getting cold!'' Ashe, perhaps trying not to be outdone, walked forward to flank their John, standing off to the left and puffing out his lower lip in a distinct pout. ``You look so hungry, you just want to dig into a tasty dish, do you?'' Richie watched their client turn his head to gaze up at the fluffy grey poodle, who moved his one free paw down to stroke along the bull's burly chest in slow, long caresses up and down his meaty pec. ``I'm sure a big, strong man such as yourself works up quite the... appetite you want me to feed.''
``Hahaha, w-well, gosh...'' Their John, despite his statuesque physique, squirmed under both their gazes. ``Ah guess ah thought we'd be talking it out a bit first, didn't expect y'both t'get so tuh-hoooooooOOOOOooooo... that's a GOOD touch...'' His words grew a bit more gravely, an amorous growl hitting Richie's floppy ears as he snorted, another spurt of precum splashing against the flared head of his dick.
``Aah! Zut! Eet ess no good to leave that mess to grow!'' Richie growled with feigned indignation, as he moved his free paw to rub gentle circles around the bull's bare breast, massaging his pectoral. ``Mah-stair, zis little maid must clean it for you, soon! And eef zis tool will not get ze job done...'' Letting his feather duster fall onto the bed, Richie moved his now-unoccupied other paw down towards the bull's stomach, tracing a slow path towards the big male's meat. ``Zen perhaps zis maid needs to polish eet for you!'' A very real part of Richie wanted to drop the pretenses, skip this foreplay, and start sucking and slurping on the bull's cock. Certainly, he hadn't looked their John in the eyes even once since meeting him. ``Give eet a good spit-shine.'' But he held back on that instinct. ``Richard'' wasn't ever one to tolerate being second-best even if he got a prize for it. Similarly, Richie wasn't going to lose to Ashe, even if this was just a friendly bet.
Breathing heavily, their client alternated his gaze between the sissy maid and the sissy chef, flanking him on both his sides and caressing his bare body. ``M-m'name's Josh, y'know!'' With another roll of his hips, he thrust his cock up into the air again. ``F-figured it'd be n-neighborly t'introduce ourselves first, b'fer we let our urges carry us off like wild horses.'' For a moment, Richie felt his eyes rolling. With how strong he and Ashe were coming onto the man, it felt like such a pathetic display to try and stammer out your name to a pair of whores.
Though the name ``Josh'' felt like it rang a few bells for Richie...
Richie hesitated, thinking about that for a moment, only snapping out of his introspection when Ashe seized the initiative. ``Heehee! Well, Master Josh, let the little maid worry about the mess you're making!'' Arching his back and pressing his chest up against the big bull, Ashe wrapped one arm around the back of Josh's shoulders, rubbing his slender, toned hips against the big bull's arm. ``You've got a hot dish right here you need to eat up first, don't you?'' With a playful little chuckle, Ashe rolled his hips and dry-humped at the big bull's beefy body. ``Come on... you don't want it to get cold, do you?''
Josh turned back away from the distracted Richie and faced the sissy chef. ``W-well, ah do some of my best work on a full stomach, eeyup...'' With an amorous ``Moo'', he leaned forward, rotating his body towards Ashe just as the iridium-furred poodle femboy leaned down to kiss him, the two making out in front of Richie, as Ashe moved his paws downward with each stroke, drawing closer and closer to Josh's bitch-breaker of an erection.
As Ashe attempted to pull ahead in the competition they were having, something was still bugging Richie. Josh... had he heard that name somewhere before? And this sort of nervous energy, it was oddly familiar...
That thought crumbled like a sandcastle under a wave of lust as Richie felt his fuzzy fingers, which had been slowly sliding along the bull's stomach towards his crotch, grow moist as a splatter of precum from the big bull's erection hit them while Josh was making out with Ashe. Blinking, Richie looked down and could just see the bigger male's crotch, and a puddle of precum slowly trailing down his tilted body at risk of spilling onto the bedsheets beneath where he lay ``Oh la la!'' He cooed and giggled. ``Mah-stair, your silly little maid has found a puddle of some-zing!'' Lifting his hands up, Richie gently tugged the bull back away from his partner. Ashe flashed him an incredulous `are you kidding me?!?' stare as a trail of saliva running from him to Josh snapped, but Richie was rewarded for his efforts with the bull's amorous gaze shifting back his way. ``But what ess zis puddle?'' As Josh watched, Richie lifted his paw dampened back up towards his mouth. ``Perhapz a taste test will tell me...'' Parting his lips, Richie groomed his soaked fingers with dainty little licks, savoring each tiny taste of the bull's salty fluids. ``Mah-stair, zis puddle tastes so good... may I lick it up with my tongue?''
``You- you-'' Josh the bull snorted, the nervous expression on his snout turning a bit more lusty. ``Well, guess ah have gotten mah'self all filthy an' sweaty after a hard day's work...'' Lifting one of his toned arms, Josh moved to pet the back of Richie's head for a few moments. ``Ah guess ah do need a bit of a bath, don't ah?'' Richie could practically taste victory as he felt the big bull guiding his head down towards his crotch.
``M-Master!'' Ashe chimed in, a canine whine crawling into his tone. ``I-If you don't want your tea, could I at least offer you a bun for your b-bratwurst?'' The grey-furred poodle-boi's hail mary went ignored, as Richie felt his snout squishing up into the bull's crotch.
``Go ahead, give yer `Master' a tongue-bath...'' Josh's tone had grown a bit more assertive, the nervous nature of his past words melting away like butter in the heat of the moment. Richie could hear his partner on the other side of Josh heave a melodramatic sigh. But he was barely focusing on it. The second the command was given, Richie was already beginning to slurp eagerly into Josh's crotch-fur. It wasn't quite cum, it didn't come close to sating the sissy poodle-boi's second hunger, but it was salty and oily and delicious against his tongue. And this close to the big man's cock, Richie was practically bathing his snout in Josh's animalic musk. He rubbed his snout against the base of Josh's' cock, getting his pastel pink face-fur slick and soggy with precum dribbling down it like hot wax down a candle. ``Mmm... that feels good, mah pretty maid...'' Josh rewarded Richie for his eager attention with a pet between the ears. ``Why don'tcha start doing a bit of that `spit-shining' you wuz talkin' about, before?''
Richie didn't need to be told twice. Once he'd finished lapping up the client's crotch, he put his long canine tongue to work cleaning every inch of the base of the bull's shaft, before shifting over to slurp at the pair of swollen balls dangling between the man's thick thighs. Making little snorts and growls of appreciation, Richie just turned his thoughts off for a little while, so he could enjoy the tastes of his salty, meaty treat without any higher thoughts getting in way of his euphoria.
``Master, maybe your maid would work a bit faster if you gave her some more, ah, motivation!'' Ashe's words jostled Richie out of the blissful zen the dog had achieved from cat-cleaning a cock. What was he up to, after losing their bet?''
Richie was more focused on Josh's little head than his big one in the moment, but through peripheral vision he could see the bull turning up to gaze back towards Ashe. ``Oh? What do y'have in mind, chef?''
``What?'' The name alone was bizarre enough for Richie to stop licking at the big bull's balls, slowly rising up to try and see what Ashe and Josh were staring at.
``No, no... y'need t'keep doing that.'' With a meaty hand on his head, Josh pushed Richie back down towards his crotch and held him there until Richie started slurping along the base of his swollen spire again. ``As fer yer, nnnnnf, h-hot dish...'' The pink poodle could hear a tone of growing excitement in Josh's voice as he gazed up from Richie to face Ashe again. ``Ah reckon tha' least ah could do is buy a gal a hot dinner b'fer taking her to bed. Nice an' gentlemanly, ah like it.'' Punctuating his sentence with a wicked cackle, Josh reached up with one hand to pet at Ashe's apron. ``Go get tha' maid ready fer her `meal', ah'll finish seasoning it.''
Richie felt like he had cause for concern, but it took real strength of will to pull himself away from the cock he kept licking like a lollipop. And even if he did muster the strength of will, Josh would probably just push his head back down anyway. So he kept slurping, scaling from the base of Josh's tower upwards towards the peak, savoring each taste of precum as he worshipped the bigger male's big dick.
Ashe, with a wicked giggle, sashayed around the bed to stand behind Richie. ``Ok, we need to get you ready for a nice, hot meal! A maid can't eat in her uniform though... you'll get it filthy!'' Richie only had a split-second to wonder what Ashe was saying before he felt his petticoats lifted up, and a cool breeze hit his fuzzy pink cheeks as his panties were tugged down to his knees. ``Ok, she's all ready, Master!'' As he announced that, Ashe was gripping at Richie's tail (Feeling a hand there was still such an alien sensation!) and lifting it up to brush against his hiked skirts. But Richie still couldn't figure out why his friend was doing that-
-And as Josh sat up from his reclined position on the bed, Richie could see why Ashe had done that.
Because Josh was clutching a pastel purple toy shaped like a cock in one hand, the silicon phallus glistening with lube.
``W-wait, I don't-'' Richie was hesitant for just a moment, stammering, as Josh lowered the toy to push between his now-clenching cheeks. It slipped in-between them with little difficulty, and before Richie could finish his objection, he felt the tip of it kiss his asshole. A sudden wave of hot pleasure washed over him, as Richie felt his ass relaxing, lifting his canine snout up. ``OooOOOooo...'' he moaned, practically howling at the moon from the pleasure of it. ``T-that feels... rrrrreaally...''
With a shit-eating grin plastered on his snout, Josh locked eyes with Richie as the pink poodle remained bent over, leaning onto the bed. ``Ah'm too much of a gentleman t'force something on a lady... y'want it out or in? Ah'll stop if y'say out.'' He gently twisted the dildo, and the spinning sex toy made another faint wave of pleasure crash into Richie's mind.
His breathing was quickening. His pulse was racing. If it felt this good just touching the hole, Richie wondered, how would it feel inside him? ``Richard'' had freaked out the one time one of the sluts he had one-night-stands with so much as attempted to finger his pucker. But if he was just keeping up the act of ``Richie''... well, apparently Richie might really enjoy having something a bit bigger than a finger inside him. Richie only hesitated for a moment. ``I-In... p-please... I need t'know how it feels...'' His voice was breathy and needy, as he gazed into the big bull's soul.
``As y'wish...'' Josh replied with a nod, as he slowly began drilling the dildo in and out of Richie's pucker, stretching the hole with slow thrusting motions. In and out, in and out. Richie had expected pain. There wasn't any. Instead, he just felt the lube-slick toy spreading his backdoor, a firm fleshy thing pushing inside him deeper and deeper with every moment, sending a shiver up his spine as it worked its way into him, and-
-And then Richie saw stars. ``A-AROOO!'' He howled as the toy pushed up against something inside him that triggered a sudden and intense burst of pleasure, his head shooting up. At the same time, his knees felt weak. He almost crumpled downward, caught off-guard by the sudden sensation.
``Master, I think you hit your sissy maid's prostate!'' Ashe cooed, petting along the fuzzy flank of Richie's body. ``Leave it right there for now...'' The iridium-furred poodle had an almost childish tone in his voice. ``If he's a good girl and finishes cleaning your cock, maybe you can be a kind master and turn on the vibrating function?'' Ashe moved around the bed until Richie could see him again, and mouthed the silent words ``It gets better'', to the pretty pink sissy poodle.
Richie had never had ANYTHING in his ass before. Even as a femme dog-boi, he'd only ever sucked another male's cock. Realizing how good it felt to have a sex toy inside him was a revelation he was too horny to seriously think upon. But the idea that he could feel that toy vibrating against his... prostate(?) made his heart race. Without even waiting for affirmation from Josh, he lowered his head back down to begin lapping at the big bull's massive manhood again.
``Ah reckon ah could let mah maid have that treat, sure...'' Josh said, before pausing to grunt from the pleasure. ``But ah do have two servants... prolly should have `em both get a good meal, huh?'' Out of the corner of his eye, Richie could see Josh's hand on Ashe's head, coaxing it down towards the bull's crotch.
``O-oh my stars, yes...'' Ashe said with just a hint of an amorous growl to his voice, as he leaned in to begin licking at the bull-cock from the other side. The trio fell silent, save for quiet slurps and growls from Ashe and Richie, and distinctly louder grunts and moos from the bull between them. Any pretense of a competition between them was abandoned, as Ashe and Richie worked in tandem to tease and pleasure the big dick they were sharing. Licking and lapping at it like a lollypop, they milked the bull of every moan and groan they could muster, and were rewarded with more `milk' raining down from above. Richie could feel it soaking into the fluffy fur along his snout, the scent of the bigger male soaking into his mind. He was bent over a bed, lapping at a bigger man's cock, with a silicon sex toy hilted inside his fuzzy rump. And it felt amazing.
When had ``Richard'' ever felt this good?
The thought bounced around in his head as he heard a grunt, and felt the cock he was slurping at sink downward, as Josh the bull rose up on the bed. ``NNnnfuck... you two are just- fuck, ah was gonna mount y'both an' ride you like mares in heat, but those doggy tongues wuz just... ah can't stand it anymore... open yer mouths...'' Shifting his positon to be on his knees, the big bull pointed his dick straight at Richie and Ashe, his meaty hand gripping it at the base.
Without hesitating, Richie opened his mouth just a half a second before Ashe did.
The big bull began to jerk his meat, shutting his eyes and grunting. ``Moo!'' He stroked his shaft faster and faster, his breathing growing shallow. ``Moooooo!'' Richie watched as his back arched and he thrust his cock towards them, his hand practically bluring as he pumped faster and faster. ``MOOOOOOO!'' With a bovine roar and a twitch of his cock, Josh the bull painted both their fuzzy faces white, bull ``milk'' spurting out in a torrent, almost like a firehose. Ashe and Richie both swallowed as much of their treat as they could, but they both ended up wearing a lot of it. Their John, named Josh, breathed heavily as both of the sissy poodles hungrily licked their lips clean of delicious cum, trying not to waste a drop.
``S-so, are we done now?'' Richie asked with no small amount of confusion, legitimately unsure of what happened next.
Josh's eyes popped open. ``Huh? But ah paid fer a whole night!''
With a nod, Ashe collaborated with the bull's statement. ``You didn't think we'd be done after one load of cum, did you?'' He reached over to wipe a glob of bright white man-milk off of Richie's cheek and slurped it up like ice cream. ``We haven't even turned on your vibrator yet!'' The gray-furred poodle giggled and leaned forward, purring like a cat as he told Richie his future.
``Get ready for a long, HARD night, pup...''
- - - -
Richie worked for the rest of the evening.
It was strange to describe it as ``work'', because he couldn't deny to himself that he'd had fun as well. But it got him hot and sweaty, and and by the end of it his whole body ached. He couldn't remember the last time sex had been so... aerobic... for ``Richard''. Usually, ``Richard'' had gotten what he wanted, and then let himself rest.
This time?
Josh the bull got what HE wanted.
Again.
And again.
And again and again and again.
Describing it `milking the bull' was an accurate metaphor: It took Ashe and Richie together several hours to exhaust their client's stamina, and by the end of it, Richie had had a stomach so full of cum he thought he was going to explode. It was the first time since eh'd transformed that that second hunger wasn't bothering him.
But he was also too tired to move. As was Ashe.
They both fell asleep, sharing Josh's bed, and had to sneak out the next morning before he awoke, so they could report to Mistress Delight on a job well done. Richie hadn't known at the time that there'd been cameras monitoring them the entire time. Them going to report to Miss Delight was a formality. By the time they'd woken up to sneak out of the room without waking Josh up, she was already editing clips of their activities to upload online. The Pink Poodle Hotel's website did some good side-business as a porn website, and Sissy furries were popular enough right now for her to cash in.
Richie, still bathed in blissful ignorance, looked over to Ashe as they walked away, Ashe with a distinct waddle to his hips that hadn't been there the night before. ``I totally won the bet last night, huh?''
Ashe puffed out his cheeks in a distinct pout. ``Hmmmph. Only because you had a handicap! I had to be a kinky chef! I have never met a single man in my life who would pick a kinky chef over a naughty maid.''
The pair of them bantered back and forth as they walked down the hotel hallway.
As they did, Richie caught his tail actually wagging. Gods help him, he was enjoying himself, spending time with Ashe. Whether it was the Petticoat Program and its brainwashing, or his own real feelings, he was enjoying himself. Richie didn't know if that was a betrayal to ``Richard'', or if maybe it had been unrealistic to cling to his past identity as a man in the first place.
Maybe it didn't matter.
Being ``Richie'' felt so goddamn good, so why should he fight it?
It wasn't like he could go back to being ``Richard'' anymore, anyway.
He still hated the woman who had done this to him. That wasn't ever going to change. He and the other victims of ``Chienne'' were essentially prisoners in this hotel.
But ``Richard'' felt increasingly distant from him. And as Ashe had said, once he stopped fighting everything, things had gotten at least a little bit better.
Maybe it was time to accept that he wasn't a human anymore.
Maybe it was time to accept he was just a femme, sissy poodle boi.
Just like Mistress wanted...
TO BE CONTINUED!
Well... oftentimes we servants work better if we're GIVEN some incentive! (missing word there, thought it would help)
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