IT’S MY BIRTHDAY AND I’LL WRITE SMUT IF I WANT TO!!!

Stories by Leem
18+
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Story 1 : Izzy
Cont: Unaware, Exhibitionism

Izzy was confused why he didn’t feel a thing, at least at first. The pink needle-thin ray of light seemed to have about the same impact on the rabbit as a laser pointer might. It didn’t seem to be doing anything.
He waited for a moment longer, as the ray gun continued to make that comical buzzing noise, the laser flickering on his forehead. His expression turned annoyed, and he crossed his arms as he looked at the red panda’s shit-eating grin.
 
“Was that supposed to be a prank?” Izzy scoffed. “What was that meant to do?”
“Oh…” Leem’s face sank a little. “You aren’t feeling any different?”
“No, not at all.”
Leem stared back at Izzy for a moment. That smile returned. A more knowing smile this time.
“What’s so funny?” Izzy said, his hands moving to his hips. “Is there something on my face?”
“No, nothing!” Leem said.

“There’s gotta be something,” Izzy said, as his thumbs hooked in under his underwear and started pushing down to let his cock bounce into view. “You don’t get a look like that on your face without a good reason. I know you, man.”
Leem was looking down at Izzy’s crotch, watching that dick bounce into view. The bunny smirked and flexed it a little, letting it throb as it stuck up in the air between the pair.
“So? Gonna tell me what’s up?”
“Well, you just did that, I guess,” Leem said. “I guess it worked.”
“What do you mean, it worked?”
“I just asked you to take your dick out, and you did?”
“What?” Izzy laughed. “No I didn’t.”
“I literally just did, like, a few seconds ago!” Leem seemed a little confused now. Was that a flicker of self-doubt he saw?
“Nope.”
“Then why did you take your dick out?” 
“Because it’s normal. It’s normal for me to have my dick out, you know that.”

Izzy detected a hint of a smile on Leem’s face.
“You really don’t remember, huh…” Leem smirked. “I guess this does work.”
“What works?”
The dumb little laser gun was pointed at Izzy’s head once again. 
Leem said something, and Izzy immediately forgot what was said. Or he imagined he forgot something. It never happened.
“Oh shit!” Izzy looked down at himself, seeing his cock waggling in the air, desperately hard. “Oh fuck, whoops…”
“You ok?” Leem asked, taking a step towards Izzy.
“Yeah, just… fuck, it’s really important. Can I borrow you for something?”
“Yes?” Leem had a weird look on their face. They were smiling sweetly. Izzy powered through it.
“I’m so sorry, but I’m supposed to have a mouth around my dick, otherwise everyone’s gonna stare at me.”
“Don’t worry.” Leem was already getting on their knees, casting a knowing glance to the others at the party. “I’ve got you covered.”
“Thanks, buddy,” Izzy said, relieved that he had a good friend’s mouth to sink his dick into. 
The warmth of that mouth boosted the feeling of relief, knowing that he’d successfully avoided embarrassment.

Story 2 : SarcasticKoopa
Cont: Pet Play

Arno is at a house party. It’s early in the night. Everyone else is dressed in really casual clothes, no plans to go anywhere, just some chilled out drinks before heading to a bar.
Arno is overdressed in a golden jumpsuit and dark high heels. They are nursing a drink and watching the room.
Their friend enters the party, even more dressed up than them. The poodle waves their friend over.

You made it! Hi! Long time no see!
C’mere.
They Hug.
How’re you doing?
Oh, same old, really, still on the off season. I’m looking forward to the next cup though. I’ve got some new sponsors, they’ve let me pay for some more tune ups - look, I don’t wanna talk work, don’t let me get started! Hah!
We’re here to have a good time.

Yeah, I know, I’m a little overdressed. I just wanted to turn some heads, you know me, I’m That Bitch. Besides, you’re one to talk. 
Is that the horsehair necklace I gave you? Oh, it looks amazing on you!
That panda there? It’s their birthday.
Yeah, they’re my Master!
Why do you look so shocked?
Why wouldn’t I want to be their pet? Why wouldn’t anyone? Look at that face and tell me you don’t just wanna do whatever those lips say.
Huh. Really. You don’t see it?
I’ll have to introduce you to them.

What? Of course I’m okay! I’m not brainwashed or anything like that. Well okay, I guess you could call it brainwashing, but it’s totally consensual. I want this, trust me.
When I found out they were a hypnotist I kinda got really curious. Well, you know, I told you about my hypnokink already. How could I not find out what it was like? I didn’t even think it was going to be a kinky thing. I wasn’t even going to ask. But by the time we got to the third session we got really into it. 
Did you notice the collar? Look at the tag.
Yep~ Arno. Leem’s Puppy. It suits me doesn’t it?
I got it for them for their birthday, and they just put it on me a little while ago! Isn’t it cute?I’m such a good puppy for them, too. I can do so many tricks! Sit, Stay, Speak, Play Dead - oh, sorry, hee, I’m getting ahead of myself~!
They kept hinting that they’re gonna make me show some of them off in front of everyone… it’s a fun idea, but I’m a little nervous - can you believe it? Me-?

The sound of snapping fingers.
Arf?! Arf arf! Yes Master, puppy’s coming in a moment!
Sorry arfarf, I gotta go and see what Master wants ruffruff! Maybe they’ll make me do some tricks for you, arf woof! Don’t go anywhere okay?

Arno bounds to their master.
Story 3: Ferby
Cont: Skintight outfit, hypnosis, brainwashing

Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack.

The acoustics in here were incredible. Each click of those massive platform shoes with stalactite heels reverberated like a fork tapped against a champagne flute. It made Ferby feel like she wasn’t alone, like that reflection in the mirror next to her wasn’t just her, but another voluptuous Gengar girl walking in lockstep alongside her.
Her rhythm was a staccato one, soldier-like and precise. When one foot touched the floor, the other one shot up - always with the knee pointing straight ahead, the toes pointing straight down towards the floor. One leg was perfectly straight, the other made a 90 degree angle with the inside of the knee. 

When she reached the end of the hall, she stopped, turned and picked up her march in the opposite direction.
There was a brief moment where she could look at herself. She looked into her wide eyes, whirling and rippling with reds and purples and white, radiating out from her dilating and shrinking pupils. Her lips were tightly pulled into a smile, one that was feeling less and less forced by the passing second and the marching step. Her ramrod-straight body was quivering, for some reason, she was still trying to resist. 
She “knew” she had to resist, but could not recall why.

It felt like the leotard was getting tighter too, shrink-wrapping her torso, especially around her chest and her crotch. Her cock was pressed right against her stomach, totally engorged. The nano-vibrators inside the leotard ensured it would stay that way. Those same sensations made it feel as though someone was constantly tweaking her rock hard nipples. Each step made her breasts jiggle, and her cock throb. It only served to make her hornier, and dizzier, her thoughts drowned out in the drumbeat of her marching feet.

She could crane her head just enough to see herself in profile as she marched along. 
Her smile was still tight, but she wasn’t holding it any more. Relief surged through her, like she’d just placed down a heavy weight and her muscles were relaxing at last.
She loved looking at herself like this, too.
Even though the hall was empty - just her and the mirror - she wondered if others were watching her. Someone had to be. It would be a shame to miss out on this. Her brilliant smile. Her perfect poise. Her sexy body. It had to be shared with the world.
There was something she had to do.

She summoned up the last bits of free energy she had. The last vestige of her that wasn’t on autopilot. She channeled it to one last independent act before the pulse and throb and march took her to blissful enslaved oblivion.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Hoping she was looking directly at one of those watching her.
She winked.
Her gaze shot straight ahead again, and she continued to march and sink. She was more than happy to do so.
Story 4: Moxas
Cont: Hypnosis, Chastity

It wasn’t possible to keep the incense’s smoky sweetness from Adamos’ nostrils. By that point, he didn’t want to. The raccoon took deep draughts, his jaw hanging loose and his eyes going glassy. His clenched fists slackened to open, limp hands, and he slumped in the chair. 
The flickering stick of incense waved to and fro in front of his eyes. He followed it, the little pinprick ember that slowly burned through the oily, scented wood. The curls and wisps of smoke traced pretty ribbons in the air. Eventually, the raccoon stopped trying to follow the individual curves, and just took everything in. His eyes looking straight ahead. His face slack and glassy.
“And as the incense burns to nothing, so too does your will and independent thought. When the light goes out, your will is mine. Do you understand?”
Adamos nodded silently.
“Good. Good. And with that…”
The stick disintegrated in a puff of flame and smoke. With nothing to look at, Adamos’ eyes rolled up into his head as he slumped forward, muzzle to chest, fast asleep.
“Your will is mine.” the voice repeated.
“My will… is yours…” Adamos chanted in a low monotone. 
“You don’t deserve it.” the voice instructed
“I don’t deserve it…” Adamos breathed.
“Open your eyes.”

Adamos did so. His eyes were still as blank and glassy as ever. He couldn’t see his master in the darkness. He could, however, see an outstretched hand, black-furred with hooved fingertips. In the middle of the palm was a beautiful golden ram’s head.
“Take it,” the voice commanded. Adamos nodded. His heavy sluggish hand picked up the little trinket. Behind the facade of the goat head - thin like a coin - there was a small tunnel of grooves, making a sort of sleeve. It was about large enough for…
“You will wear the cage,” the voice commanded.
“I will wear the cage,” Adamos said. 
He was naked. His cock was not hard. It had been. But now that his will was not his, the choice to be aroused was not his. His sleepy paws guided the cage downwards, bringing the tip of his shaft towards the downward slope.
“Good,” the voice purred, showing the first sign of warmth it ever had. 
The rings of cool metal wrapped around Adamos’ cock, snug, but not painfully so. He pushed until the horns of the ram’s head framed his pelvis like a codpiece.
“The cage becomes you,” the voice said. A long finger traced along the raccoon’s throat. He did not resist or relent. “You will not remove it.”
“I will not remove it,” Adamos agreed. It did become him. He would wear it as long as Master desired.
Story 5: Lumi 
Cont: Hypnosis, Relationship

“Hnnnoooooh….” Lumi moaned. Even though he was conscious, he refused to open his eyes. The pink dragon was in no mood to shift. Especially since he was buried deep in the thick, firm fluff of his Arcanine boyfriend’s chest. Drake’s paw was resting between Lumi’s shoulder blades, but when the dragon stirred, it travelled up to the back of his head, then to his white hair. The big meaty paw kept Lumi cradled and buried in there, and in turn, Lumi’s long tail looped around Drake’s arm a few times to ensure it stayed right where it was.
“You got work?” Drake murmured.
“No…” Lumi sighed. “Just can’t sleep. My body won’t let me.”
“Poor thing. Perhaaaaps I can help~”
“Oh god, don’t do the voice,” Lumi said with a shudder. There it was. Whenever Drake did that sing song-y tone, it could only mean one thing. 
Lumi kept his eyes screwed shut even as Drake’s hand pulled him away from the fluffy white fur.
“Nnnno.” Lumi was grinning, even as he kept his eyes glued shut. He wasn’t going to make it easy for Drake to get him. “Noooope.”
“C’moooon,” Drake growled, giving Lumi a lick on the face with his warm, smooth tongue. “Just one eye. Open one, see how it feels. See if I can change your mind…”
Lumi’s left eye felt tingly. The left one always gave in first.

“Open it up~” Drake’s voice didn’t command. It invited. And Lumi had a hard time resisting that invitation.
Lumi’s eye slipped open, and the pretty pink, white and purple tunnels were waiting for him. They didn’t force him to stare. They invited him to stare. Those beautiful eyes, nestled in that beautiful face…
He tried to pull away, and jam his eye closed. But the throbbing pleasure kept it open. Besides… resisting was more of a playful formality than anything.
“Both eyes, if you please~” Drake cooed. Lumi moaned, the Pavlovian response to that request making him hump and buck against the muscular furry frame. His other eye did as it was told, and the colours flowed freely. The colours pulsed slowly and gently, coaxing a dazed, drooling smile onto the dragon’s lips.
Lumi was nowhere near in a deep trance, at least yet. But he was too deliriously fascinated to look away. Drake smiled down at him, pulling him nose to nose.
“Since you’ve got nowhere to be, no real work to do…” Drake continued with his irresistible lilt, “I think you can spend the day doing some things for me. It’s been a while since you’ve got the chance to submit for me properly, hasn’t it? No time, no energy… but now we have a whole day ahead of us. A whole day for you to be my submissive little boyfriend. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“I’d…” Lumi struggled to get the sentence out, the colours made it so hard to think. “I’d… like nothing… better…”

Story 6: AshKelling
Cont: Illusions, hypnosis, goo

“I’m pretty proud of this one,” Zaide said. The lynx was grinning ear to ear, keeping a respectfully safe distance from her captured hero. The leopard was trying to pull himself out of a puddle of corruptive goo even as it rapidly encroached on his body. At least, that was what he saw in his mind’s eye. Zaide’s illusions were quite powerful.
“It took me ages to figure out how to simulate the right texture for this stuff. It’s surprisingly hard to make a convincing illusion for liquids and softer solids. But it’s coming along nicely, don’t you think, Strings?”
“Nngh..!” Ash was clawing and grasping at the goo that rapidly pushed its way up his thighs. It was tacky and thick like warm gum, and no matter how hard he pulled, it just kept sticking right back to his body. The dark material with little hints and highlights of pink was devouring the leopard in its strangely comforting warmth. 
“What do you think? Is it too thick, too thin? Just right?” 
“What’re you… t-talking about?” Ash fell to his knees, still writhing and trying to stop the slime from covering him. It felt… so good… but  the villain’s words were confusing him. 
“Oh, good!” Zaide said. “I guess it’s just right. Just let it happen, hero. Let my corruptive compound cover you completely. Submit to it. It’ll be so much easier, and so much more fun for you, once you become another puppet for me…”
“F-fat chance!” Ash tried not to let his fear show as he realised the corruption was now coating his hands too. “No…”
“Yeees, darling~” Zaide said, now taking the time to close the gap. Now that he wasn’t going to be able to meddle with her illusions, she could move in to finish the job. 

Ash was glued to the spot now. His head was about the only thing that could move, and he turned his chin up to try not to look at Purr-ception as she towered over him.
“You’re not gonna g-get away with this…” Ash growled.
“Come on, that’s so clichéd,” Zaide said. “You can do better than that. Tell you what.”
She lifted one of her paws, wiggling the toes in front of Ash’s face. “I’ll give you a minute to think of a better comeback.”
She pushed her paw into the leopard’s face. His yelps turned into whines, then groans as his struggles ceased.
“Maybe something like ‘Yes Miss Zaide’? Or ‘I love being your pet Miss Zaide?’ Just off the top of my head.”
She pushed her paw more firmly into Ash’s face, as his ‘shiny, goo-covered’ body stiffened like a statue. “Take your time, puppet~”

Story 7: Duski
Cont: Hypnosis, Underwear Fetish, Musk

“Oooh, you look great!” The red panda’s voice was partly encouraging and partly teasing, and it made Duski’s body tingle and his stubby tail waggle from side to side.
“Heck, oh gosh, oh heck, oh gosh, aaaaagh… I don’t wanna look!”
The blue-furred, deer-antlered corgi had his eyes screwed shut, still afraid to look at himself in the mirror. Even if he was in a private changing room with a trusted friend, he was incredibly self conscious about looking at himself in nothing but a pair of briefs. 
“Look, seriously, don’t worry about it.” Leem said. “We’re already buying these no matter what, so just open your eyes and look!”
Duski cautiously, tentatively looked at himself. The red and black striped briefs looked just as good as they felt on him. His face was split with a grin, and his wagging intensified. Leem, whose head was just over Duski’s shoulder, nodded approvingly.
“Oh, wow, heck, yeah!” Duski’s paws tapped at the floor. “The reds really bring out my fur colour!”
“Exactly!” Leem said. “Warm on cool always works a treat. Or you could do what I do and go for something in the middle.”
The panda tugged down their trousers just enough to let their purple bulge peek out.
“Oh… yeah, yeah, those look good on you too,” Duski said, biting his lip, and failing to hide his flustered blush with his paws. 
“Now, how about we work through the other pairs?” Leem’s paws rested on Duski’s waistband, their thumbs stroking at the fur just above it. “I think the tighty-whities next, what about you?”
“M-maybe…” 
“Should I look away?” Leem asked.
Duski wasn’t going to say no this time, but the pulses of purple and gold in Leem’s eyes, reflected in the mirror, made the choice even easier.
“No… please go a-ahead and watch…” Duski was thankful that Leem wasn’t overdoing it with their hypnotic powers, just so he could still form coherent sentences.
“Here,” Leem said, their striped wah tail creeping around Duski’s waist to cover him. “For your modesty.”
Duski nodded, his smile fading to a blank stare as the purples and golds flowed through his eyes too. As the underwear slid down around his waist, he watched as Leem fished something from his pocket. Another pair of underwear, an orange jockstrap.
“Is that for me…?” Duski murmured.
When the fabric was gently draped over his snout, he breathed in a warm, savoury, sweaty scent, and he quivered.
“Yes, for you to sniff at while we get the next pair on. Keep it balanced for me, now~” 
“Yesss…” Duski said, breathing in deep through his nose, drunk on the scent and the spirals. He allowed the panda to undress him and slip on the next pair. They had a full 10-pack to get through, and the deergi couldn’t wait to see how the rest looked on him.

Story 8: Kodi
Cont: Hypnosis

“C’mere, puppy. I’ve got a bone to bury in you.”
You can see the flicker of recognition behind the sandy-furred Samoyed’s eyes. He’s excited for this, as excited as you are to put him under. You’ve done this enough times in the past, sure, but this time it’s special.
He keeps wiggling his thick rump and wagging that fluffy tail, crawling backwards towards your lap. He wants to keep looking into your eyes, but you can tell doing so is causing him some discomfort. 
“Can I look away for a moment…?” he asks. He’s always been good at communicating what he wants, even when he’s in trance. One of the many things that makes him such a great pet.
“Of course, take your time sitting back.”
“Yessir…”
Mmnh, you love it when he calls you that.
You can’t help yourself. When he gets close enough, you grab him by the thighs (making him yelp) and pull him right back into your lap. His warm cheeks sandwich your cock, and he instinctively squeezes. That vice grip of his is going to make you cum on the spot some day, you can feel it.
But that’s not the plan for now. You’re going to contain that mess inside him.
Your lubed up finger finds his pucker and massages it until it’s smooth and slick like wet velvet. Now that he’s close, you drape your snout over his shoulder and coax his gaze to yours with the honey and lemon colours that have become your hypnotic trademark. And his whole world.
“M…Master…” he whimpers and whines.
“Ah ah ah,” you remind him, “Puppies aren’t supposed to talk when they’re in Master’s lap. What do they do instead?”
“Arf! Rrarfh!” Beem is beaming as he makes those adorable barks. Everything about him just ruins you. You guide your cocktip to his tailhole and let it rest there for a moment. Let him rest there.
“Hold still,” you say, pausing for a moment like you’ve placed a treat on his snout. “Wait… wait….”
“Hhhrrh…” Beem whines and whimpers, biting his lip even as his eyes swirl and his smile broadens.
“Aaaand SIT.” you snap your finger in his ear, and he drops down onto you. The pressure of his body squishes into your pelvis - you don’t mind the slight discomfort, since the pleasure of feeling those tight walls wrap around your tool overpowers it. Beem cries out, as do you. You grip his thighs, he clenches tighter, and you push your hips up against the pillowy cheeks.
You’ve tied the knot now. Now he’s yours at last.
“You fit me inside~” you coo into his ear with a praising smile as you grind inside him.. “That means once we’re done here, you’re gonna get yourself a collar! And then it’ll be official. You’ll be mine, all all mine~.”
“Yessss… oh god yes, Master…”
You chuckle and don’t correct him. It’d ruin the moment.
Story 9: Sanmer
Cont: Twinning, fusion, shared sensation

“Could you PLEASE try to fuh… focus… Faraday…” Static Bun bit on his lip, willing himself back from the brink of what would have been another orgasm.
“In a minute! What happens if I dooo this?” Faraday Fox tickled his fingers underneath the massive, sensitive balls, eliciting more pained moans from the rabbit’s throat. 
“Ghh~ fine, yes, that feels good, but that’s beside the point!”
“What’s the rush, Static? We’re in no hurry to get changed back. We’ve got a week off, at least!”
“Agai-ehhh… that’s beside the point!”
The massive, furred creature was still sort of lolling about on four unsteady legs, its two arms groping at its soft body. Its sluggishness was not surprising, considering how the one body was piloted by two consciousnesses - two heads stuck on top of the muscular torso. On the left was a red fox’s head with a shock of blonde hair, on the right, a tawny-furred rabbit’s with a floppy curl of auburn hair. The rest of the body’s fur was a patchwork of those colours, a strange mix of the markings that had once been on two separate beings. The body was rolled onto its right side, the left paws and arms doing most of the exploratory work. 
The left paw, more vulipine in colouration, was groping and rubbing at the long underbelly of the chimera’s lower body. It was prodding and exploring like it was testing fruit for ripeness. Particularly when it made contact with their shared cock.
“Hhaaahhh~” Static Bun whined. “I cant g-get us split apart if you’re gonna keep getting me horny all over again…”
“That’s the idea.” Faraday Fox crooned into the hare’s sensitive ear. “We’re not gonna get this chance again, since that machine got broken… I don’t think Dr. What’s-their-name is gonna be able to make another one any time soon.”
“And that’s a good th-iiingh…” Static’s eyes rolled up. “Fuuuck, how are you not a mess as well?”
“I guess I don’t feel the sexual side of things as much as you,” Faraday said with a left-shoulder shrug. “Kind of a shame. But making you squirm is a pretty good consolation prize, I think~”
Static Bun tried to respond. But an orgasm turned that first syllable into a long, quivering little moan that petered out like a deflating balloon. The massive cock painted the floor with more strands of seed.
“This puh…place is a messs….” Static slurred.
“We’ll clean it later, hon. Now, come on. We gotta see what making out feels like like this.”
“Oh, you are just… the worst.” Static Bun turned his head towards Faraday’s and gave him the hungriest kiss either of them had ever experienced.
It seemed the tongue was the most erogenous bit for the fox - the left side of the centaur body went limp and quivery, while the right side took more precedent. It was Faraday’s turn to squirm in their shared body.

Story 10: Allison
Cont: Hypnosis, POV

Okay, open your eyes. 
Soooo~? What do you think, Leem?
No no, don’t worry. I don’t want to hear any grousing about how it’s not going to fit, about your melon head or anything like that. This hat will fit. Trust me.
I measured and made it oh so specially for you, after all~
Are you concerned that I put a bit of magical flavour into it? 
I can understand that, it would be on brand for me, after all. But I promise. Pinky swear. There’s no funny business afoot. No crossed fingers behind my back, either. 
You can trust me, this isn't going to make you an obedient pet… it wouldn't be fair to let your special day pass by in a thoughtless daze… unless that's what you wanted of course.

Anyway. Go on. Try it on.
Still uncertain? Look me in the eye and tell me you don't trust me. 
See? No swirls. No purple. No blue. No pink. Nothing to suggest that I'm already bending you to my whims and will, little panda… nothing to suggest that you're already mine. That your fate is already sealed.
Promise~

Go on. Try on the hat. 
See? Look at you~ it's a perfect fit!
Hmmm? You do feel funny, don't you. 
Hardly surprising. My magic millinery has that effect.
You were right to expect some trickery.
After all, I didn't have my fingers crossed, but I did have my toes crossed… I thought a pawslut like you would have noticed that.
Oh well, more fool you~
Oh, your hands are on the brim? Are you trying to pull the hat off? Or maybe adjust it so it has the perfect fit. 
Let’s make that the latter. Here, allow me to help you. 
There we go. Nose to nose, eye to eye… no where else to look but deep into the colours, spinning through my eyes. 
Yes… don’t resist. Just feel that hat snuggle around your head, giving your brain a nice warm hug… and sink deeper, ever deeper for me.
Ah, there's the woozy smile I was looking for. It really becomes you. It suits the whole ensemble.
Although…
I will say, the rest of your outfit doesn’t suit the hat, not really.
You’d look far better if the hat was the only thing on your body. 
In fact… why don’t you lose those clothes of yours. Here, let me help you with those.
Hrmm… maybe a collar and a lead would help the ensemble.
Kneel for me, and we’ll see about making some measurements.