Sea-Kitten
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“I’m just saying, you could be a kitten, if you wanted to be~” 
The purple lizard’s grin was sharp and flirtatious, and it only got wider when he saw how his svelte sea-lion friend was blushing and squirming.
“It doesn’t work that way, Sobi!” Zeke protested. “I’m not even a cat, I’m a sea lion. You’d have to call me a cub!”
“Naaah,” Sobi said, drumming his fingers on the table between them. “I’m pretty sure you’d make a better kitten than a cub. It sounds way better.”
“Look, that’s beside the point,” Zeke said, looking shiftily to his left and his right. “Is this really the right place?” 
The food court was pretty packed, and no one seemed to be looking or listening in, but he still felt incredibly awkward and self conscious; getting teased in public was exciting, but also a little bit nerve-wracking. He didn’t want to risk getting embarrassed in front of all the people around them…
“I think you’re a good kitten no matter the context,” Sobi said. “In fact, I dare you to meow. I dare you to gimme a little mew, right here, right now.”
“Absolutely n-not!” Zeke said, his eyes wide, his lower lip disappearing behind his teeth as he failed to suppress a grin. “Not a chance…”
“How about after we finish our lunch?” Sobi asked, resting his elbows on the table and leaning closer. “You seem into it~”
“Nnh.” Zeke pouted, crossing his arms defensively and sitting back. “I’m still not gonna do this, not here, not n-”

Zeke felt something brush against his ankle, and reflexively tugged his ankle away. He looked down under his seat. Was it because he knew what was coming, or because he was so well conditioned that he couldn’t resist the urge to look? Either way, the flat sheet of luminescent scales on the end of Sobi’s tail became his entire world. 
Lime green spirals and shapes flickered and flowed through the mirror-like scales, drawing Zeke’s eyes into them. He looked down between his legs, seeing his faint reflection in the colours. His jaw was falling open, and his arms slowly uncrossed and slapped down onto his lap. The tail shifted to the left, and to the right, and he followed it, swaying like a drunkard in the booth. 
“Why not~?” Sobi asked, his voice clear as a bell in Zeke’s addled mind. “No one’s gonna know… all you have to do is stay super quiet and keep staring for me. You’re good at staring, you know how good you are at it. Just like that. Gooood kitten.”
“Hh-heh…” Zeke gasped, no longer restraining his pleasure at being called ‘kitten’. His chin touched his chest as he gazed under the table. 
“You like that?” Sobi leaned forward, and his tail slipped out from under the table to drape itself along Zeke’s thighs. “You doooo like being called kitten, I called it, didn’t I kitten?”
Zeke moaned a little bit louder than he should have, and Sobi quickly hushed him. Not that Zeke noticed. The light and dark greens in the centre of that tailtip were making him forget himself. In the corner of his vision (though most of it was still consumed by the spirals), he could see a telltale tent in his pants. It was so easy for Sobi to turn Zeke on, like a switch was flipped from ‘normal’ to ‘unbearably horny’ in his mind. The sea lion squirmed in his seat, completely un-self conscious, and his right hand twitched with the instinctual impulse to dive down his pants and grab hold of his dick. 
“Ah - ah! No touching,” Sobi said quickly. Zeke obeyed his hypnotist’s voice, his hand going slack on his thigh once again. “We can’t have that. I don’t want anyone but me seeing that lovely little kitten cock of yours…”
Sobi took his time sliding out of the booth, walking around, and sitting on Zeke’s side. It would be far easier and less conspicuous for the pair of them if the snake could just lean on Zeke’s shoulder and purr his sweet, hypnotic nothings into his friend’s ear. No chance of interruptions. 
“You comfy, kitten?” Sobi whispered into Zeke’s ear.
“Yeah…” Zeke gurgled happily, his eyes reflecting the lime and forest greens below him. 
Sobi let his tail rest just on top of the bulge, just barely touching it.
“Let’s make sure no one sees this,” he teased. Zeke nodded along, groaning. “Save it for me. Keep your eyes and mind focused on the pretty colours, and nothing else. And let my words just sink into your mind, let them slip past the barriers and right into the centre of your brain. I’ve got some things to tell you…”

A part of Zeke’s subconscious knew what was up. Sobi always said that just before he put a trigger or two in his head. That subconscious bit was thrilled. There was always a little twinge of excitement that came over him whenever he knew a new bit of fun conditioning was incoming. Sobi always knew exactly the right phrases and commands to push his buttons. He could already guess what was planned. Sobi would probably tell him to forget the triggers, but he couldn’t do that. He was happy keeping up the facade though.

“You’re such a good kitten, a happy kitten, an obedient little sea-kitten. And sea kittens like you have the cutest little meows, don’t they? The most adorable little sounds come out of your mouth. And you love hearing yourself meow. Go on. Meow super quietly for me.”
“Meow…” Zeke breathed out softly, feeling that thrill pulse through him again. Sobi began to stroke Zeke’s head, the serpent’s claws massaging his scalp through his ruffle of hair.
“And the more you meow, the more you remind yourself what a good kitten you are. Kittens aren’t just cute… they’re not very bright. They’re dumb and ditzy, not a thought in those heads. Don’t you agree? If you do, meow again…”
“Meow…” Zeke giggled. Oh, this was going to be a fun one… 
“Goooood kitten.” Sobi’s claws moved to the back of Zeke’s neck.  “The more you meow, the better it feels, and the dumber you get… the more submissive you get. The more obedient you get. The more worshipful you get. And you want to worship me, don’tcha? Good kittens worship their snakey massssters after all~”
The flitting tongue against Zeke’s ear made him stiffen and throb, and pushed another soft meow from his throat. His throat was vibrating too, doing his best version of a gurgling purr.
“Gooooood kitten~ that’s my goood, goood kitten~” Sobi nuzzled his snout into the side of Zeke’s face. “One meow makes you a little dumber, two meows makes you dumber still, three… ooh, I think three will push you past the tipping point, won’t it?”
“Meuh-huh…” Zeke half meowed as he nodded along, his eyelids almost totally closed.
“And from there, well, you can just meow yourself into the deepest, dumbest trance ever, and you’ll love every second of it, right?”
“Myeah…” Zeke mewled again, softer this time, too dazed to make much noise. 
“And you’ll be all mine, my little sea-kitten, ready to do whatever I say, whatever I please.”
Zeke giggled as Sobi stroked his lips to clean away some of the drool sliding from the corner of his mouth. The finger traced around his slack mouth like it was the rim of a glass, not sliding inside. That would be one step too far.
“Naturally,” Sobi murmured, “this only happens when you meow around me. No one else will make you feel this dumb and happy and kittybrained. No one else can, my dear, sweet sea-kitten…”

“Ah…” Zeke couldn’t help himself. He purred and licked at Sobi’s fingers. The snake pulled them back like he’d touched a hot stove and gave Zeke a little bonk on the nose. 
“Bad sea-kitten!” Sobi giggled, pressing his lips to Zeke’s ear and pouring another stream of hypnotic nothings into them. His hypnotic tail was still hidden beneath the table, so to the rest of the world they looked like a pair of cuddling lovers.
Zeke’s conscious mind was still there even now, even as his IQ drained away with each soft mew, with each new phrase of praise from the snake’s lips. 
Zeke and Sobi stayed and swayed like this for some time, and at a certain point Zeke’s mind wasn’t able to keep up with the individual words and commands. He floated in the warm sibilant sea of the snake’s words, and his consciousness faded away.

“And back up!”
Zeke snorted like a backfiring car as he sat bolt upright. 
“Hundhuh…. Hey… hey!” he instinctively put his hands down between his legs to block the spiralling shape that was no longer even there. “Don’t do that!”
“Too late~” Sobi was finishing the last of Zeke’s fries. The sea lion’s smile faded to annoyance. The snake shrunk under the glare, and a sorry-not-sorry smile spread along his face.
“They were gonna get cold!” Sobi protested. “I’ll get ya back!”
“How are you gonna get me back?” Zeke asked. “By buying me more? Or…”
“Making you meow?”
“Meow.” 

It slipped out of his mouth automatically, and Zeke felt a shudder of relaxation spread through him. Like the sensation from falling into bed after a long, hard day. With it came a syrupy pleasure in his brain, a pleasant drunkenness that slowed his thoughts to a crawl. He couldn’t help but smile and sway. 
“H-hey…”
“I won’t make you do that again till we’re someplace more private,” Sobi cooed, tracing a claw along the corner of his mouth to show a toothy grin. “As much as you’d like me to…”
“Yeah…” Zeke giggled and nodded. “Meow…. Hnnh~”
As soon as he meowed, he felt his brain melting down again, the decadent pleasure overwhelming him. 
“Oh? You’re doing it yourself?” Sobi laughed. “I’d better get you outta here before we make a scene.”
“Meow…” Sea-kitten wanted to keep meowing. 
“Shh! Shh shh shh.” A quick snap made Zeke jolt back to attention. “Calm down, Zeke, you’re not a kitten right now… you’re you, you’re Zeke, okay?”
Sea-kitten was already finding it a bit hard to understand what he meant. He did feel like he wanted to meow again, but the nice snake seemed to think he shouldn’t. He knew he should obey the snake, since that was what good sea-kittens did. He was able to, eventually, remind himself of his actual name - the name that Master - no, Sobi - had told him.
“Awwh… sorry,” Zeke said, shaking his head and steadying his wobbly body. 
“S’ok man!” Sobi laughed. “Let’s just take our time with this, ok?”

“Uh-huh…” Zeke nodded, a little bit forlorn at the prospect of delaying his happiness. But Master wasted no time in guiding him up out of his seat and leading him along, out of the mall. Zeke was excited to get to meow again, to get another fix of being a sea-kitten. He bit on his lip to try and keep the meows from coming out, and managed to do a pretty good job until they hopped into his car.

“Does the sea-kitten think he can drive?” Master asked Sea-kitten.
“M…maybe… meow!” Sea-kitten couldn’t keep the meows in any more. “Meow… meow meow! Meow!”
Each meow draped another blanket of bliss over his mind and body. Especially his mind. He was filled with happy thoughts, and the happy thoughts melted everything else away. His throat vibrated and he purred loudly, and the sensation pulled him deeper still. As he pawed at his Masters chest, the sea-kitten leaned in to give his cheek a lick. 

Master was laughing, putting a paw on sea-kitten’s face to push him away. But that only made sea-kitten want to lick him and kiss him even more. He wrestled past the hand with single-minded eagerness, and licked Master’s lips. 
He got a little bit of tongue before a sharp snap at his ear threw him back up out of the trance and into the real world once more. 
Zeke was blushing white-hot now. It’s not like they hadn’t made out plenty of times in the past, as friends-with-benefits did, but Zeke never initiated, and never that intensely.
“Woof,” Sobi said. “Looks like we really hit a nerve. That trigger’s a powerful one, huh?”
“Yeah,” Zeke huffed, pulling back shamefully. “Oof, better be careful.”
“Absolutely.” Sobi put on his seatbelt. “Let’s get home first. I won’t say a word, promise.”
“Yeah, that’s probably the safest option….”

Zeke spent the whole ride home thinking about Sobi calling him sea-kitten, and ordering him to meow. The desire was stuck in his throat, like a lump or a polyp that was just waiting to be expelled, and he knew it would feel so amazing if he did. He was clutching the wheel, trying to ignore the constant desire for release in his throat and between his legs. The anticipation was excruciating.
As the car pulled in to Zeke’s house, the sea-lion’s heart was thumping faster and faster still. He was wondering if Sobi would get the ball rolling as soon as they came to a stop. He really hoped so.
As soon as the car came to a stop, Zeke yanked the keys from the ignition. 
“Meow…!” he melted into his seat like it was a hot tub, groaning happily.
“Nooo~! Stop~! Don’t meow again!” Sobi said, his voice firm but flirtatious. He held a pointed finger in front of Zeke’s face, wiggling it from side to side. 
“You’re just a little hypno-cat junkie aren’t you?” Sobi teased. 
“Yeah… luh…little bit…” Zeke tried to smile. “You’re Zeke stared at the clawtip, his pupils dilating. It wiggled sharply to the left and right, and he followed it, his face expressionless and focused. 
“Well, as much as you’d like to meow yourself into oblivion, I gotta ask you to wait a while. Good things come to kitties who wait, after all~”
The finger moved up and down, and Zeke willingly nodded with it. It was a head rush, feeling his intelligence and will slip away to nothing.
“You gonna try to pounce on it?” Sobi asked, before bringing the finger forward to touch Zeke’s  nose. “Boop!”
“Mmmrrp.” Zeke gurgled. “Staaahp…” he could just about manage a word or two, but his brain was already soft and pliant.
“C’mere then, let’s get you inside.” Sobi slipped out of the car. “Psspsspsspsspss.”
Zeke practically bolted out from his side, eagerly fumbling with the keys and almost dropping them in his hurry to lock the car and get inside. 

As soon as the door slammed behind them, Zeke allowed himself another cute meow, and another, and another. His legs buckled inwards and his body slumped forward until he fell onto his hands and knees. The sea-kitten was well and truly back. As Master walked ahead of him, Sea-kitten got to look at the pretty green shapes on the snake’s tail again. His eyes spun with the same colours as he crawled behind, meowing constantly like he was begging for food. He reached up a paw to bat at the tail, but it always tugged itself out of reach, keeping him scrambling along the floor.

“Suuuuch an eager kitty~” Master chuckled, unbuckling his pants and sliding them down as he took his thrall into the living room. 
“Up up!” he patted the soft cushions of the couch, and Sea-kitten leapt up into it without complaint. “Now, hold still, kitten doesn’t need these clothes, does he?”
“Meow!” Sea-kitten agreed, losing more of his brain cells along with his clothes. Sea-kitten was staring hungrily at the scaly, toned body, purring with longing. 
Master clambered onto the couch and swung his feet around, planting them in Sea-kitten’s face. The soft scaled soles mashed into him, and he licked with frantic pace like he was devouring a bowl of milk. Master pushed his soles harder against him, unable to suppress a ticklish laugh.
“Ahhhn…! Yes, Good Kitty… Good Sea-Kitten…!”
“Meaoooowh…” Sea-kitten moaned into the soles, his kitten tongue slithering around each toe and letting the claws rake along his soft mouth. He could have stayed there the whole rest of the day…
But there were more places to lick.
“Psspsspss, kitten.” Master’s paws pulled way from Sea-kitten’s face, and the swirly tail beckoned to him once more. It lead him to crawl forward as Master’s ankles clamped around his face. He nuzzled into them, rubbing his face all over them to mark them with his scent - that was what sea-kittens did, after all. It was even easier with those thick, pillowy thighs. Each time they squeezed his face, they squeezed out another meow, which squeezed out even more of his conscious thoughts.
The last thought Zeke let himself have before the Sea-kitten took over entirely was simply ‘Fuck, this is hot.’ Not a very unique or original thought, but he was too far gone to care.
Master had left his underwear on, and the white briefs were bulging and throbbing. 
“Wait, wait-” Master tried to chide Sea-kitten, but there was no stopping the hungry kitten. He buried himself in that soft package, in its scent and its warmth, purring even louder and letting his tongue lather along the fabric. The thighs squeezed around his face even harder - to stop him, or spur him on?
It only accomplished the latter. 

Now that he was clamped in, it was so easy for him to just keep going, keep nuzzling, keep licking, keep pawing at the waistband of those underwear to pull them down. He forgot about the colours, too, totally focused on nothing but the bulge.
Master was quiet for a while, save for a gasp of pleasure once his meat was fished out into the open air. And a much louder, higher-pitched moan as it slipped into Sea-kitten’s mouth. It pushed against his throat, and Sea-kitten meowed again. Even if they were barely audible, they still made his thoughts even more sluggish and scattered, keeping his thoughts buried in Master’s crotch along with his mouth - exactly where they belonged. He meowed, and purred, and meowed, and suckled, and refused to let go or come up for air. He would not stop suckling until he got his treat, his gratification.
And Master wouldn’t be able to stop him.
Eventually, the struggles ceased, and Sea-kitten felt two clawed hands scratch behind his ears and through his scalp. He purred and gurgled with delight. 
Meow, he thought. Meow. Meow Meow….

His nose was pressed right against Master’s crotch, the shaft throbbing like it was trying to force itself free. Master’s hips were bucking unconsciously against his face, and he could hear long hisses of pleasure coming from Master’s mouth. Opening one eye, Sea-kitten saw Master’s head lolling right back, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Feeling his eyes on him, Master managed to lift his head up, looking deep into them.
“I’m gonna cum…” he said, barely able to get his voice above a whisper. “G-gonna…”
“Meoooow,” Sea-kitten mewled into the cock, closing his eyes and burying himself again. His long gurgling purr coaxed and vibrated the sensitive flesh. It turned rock hard and quivered. Master choked, then croaked out a long, loud groan as hot cream pulsed down Sea-kitten’s throat. Sea-kitten did not hesitate, or choke, or sputter. He drank it down, his paws pressing against Master’s stomach and making biscuits, coaxing out and elongate his toe curling climax. 
“Faaauuuhhhck…” Master sounded silly. He looked silly too - when Sea-kitten snuck a glimpse, he saw Master sprawled out, looking like he was slowly deflating. His eyes were locked to the ceiling, glassy and unfocused. “Oh god… oh fuck me…huffhh..”
His stomach was rising and falling like a baby birds. His shaky hands managed to stroke and ruffle little circles through Sea-kitten’s hair. 
“Th…okay, fuck, that might have been one of your best jobs yet… I’m a bit dizzy, heh.”
“Mrrrp?” Sea-kitten pulled back a little, starting to give himself a little more air.
“I said you just did a really good job, kitten!” Master laughed, grabbing Sea-kitten by the cheeks and trying to tug him forward. He was quite weak, though, his body too relaxed to ably do what his cum-drunk brain was telling him to. So Sea-kitten took the initiative and wriggled up to kiss him hard. He was not done. He still wanted to put his tongue to use.
“Mm-mm-” Master squirmed under his kitten’s weight, and Sea-kitten refused to move. He could feel one of Master’s hand move towards his ear, and hover just next to it. The slight movement of a middle finger against a thumb. It lingered there for a moment, hovering. Sea-kitten was too busy licking the inside of Master’s mouth to wait for the snap.
The snap never came. Instead, it wrapped around his head once again and pulled him deeper into the kiss. 

Sea-kitten was going to stick around for a good while longer. Zeke wasn’t in any hurry to return anyway, not when he was overwhelming “Master” so thoroughly. As much as he’d love to lord it over him, he would probably pretend not to remember. Just to see how Sobi handled it. 
Sobi wasn’t a great liar, after all. His face would be pretty funny. Almost as funny as his face right now, overwhelmed and dizzy from his kitten’s affections. 
Happy with his handiwork, Zeke went back to sleep and let Sea-kitten keep working.

–

The tiny tinkling of the bell was a lot less irritating than Zeke thought it would be. It also gave him a little tingle of kitty-brain too. He couldn’t remember it being put on him, but he could take a guess.
“Hey, Sobi…” he said, idly flicking the bell as he laid naked on the couch, his legs intertwined with the reptile’s.
“Mm?” Sobi was very interested in his phone.
“What did we get up to while we were under? How did I do?”
“Oh, yeah, pretty good.” Sobi nodded quickly.
“You look a little tired… did I overdo it during the trance or something? Like… I dunno, suck you dry?”
“What? No! Haha! No!” Sobi laughed, and noticeably tensed and shifted. “I mean, yeah, it was a good time but it didn’t, like, destroy me or anything.”

He looked hilarious. Zeke snorted, giving his bell another idle flick.
“Okay, I believe mew. Hmmh.” 
So even that worked… he suppressed his own shiver. Sobi was clearly pooped. He was out of dommy energy for the evening. Better to just idly play with his collar and ride the afterglow of being a good Sea-kitten.

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