Conversion
By Limewah 
Patron Reward for Flarfenarfle (August 2023)
Featuring characters and settings from Perfect Home by Hypnocatto
18+

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The white kitsune hung upside down in the dank dungeon. He was held spread-eagled, his handpaws and footpaws covered in tight metal manacles that kept him suspended from enchanted chains. There was no chance of him using his fists to make his captors unconscious, or using the bewitching scent of his feet to tempt someone into letting him escape. His enchanted tails were wrapped in a braid, similarly immobilised.
A leather helm was wrapped around his head, with a glass visor that gleamed and swirled with orange and yellow spirals.
Adrian had managed to keep his eyes shut for now, even as the blood rushed away from his head and made him feel woozy even without the constant assault from the swirling lights, or the enchanted whispers creeping into his ears, from the tiny incantations embroidered inside them.

FOXES WORSHIP CATS, the stitches whispered. FOXES WORSHIP CATS.
YOU ARE A SLAVE TO CATS. YOU OBEY CATS. CATS ARE SUPERIOR TO FOXES. 
YOUR PLACE IN LIFE IS TO OBEY CATS.

Through gritted teeth, Adrian chanted. Reaching out through the hidden weaves and webs that connected all things. The Gleamsilk network, that invisible gossamer thread that connected him to his god, the network’s namesake… he couldn’t reach it. He couldn’t hear that familiar chitter and whisper, or feel the embrace of the silk. 
It was not the first time he’d been cut off. But it was always a disconcerting feeling.
He suddenly became aware of someone else in the room with him - a familiar scent, and a very familiar purr.

“Awww, are you still trying to reach out to your god? He can’t reach you here… and besides, you’re gonna have a new god to worship very soon~!” 
Adrian growled, trying to ignore the cat’s cajoling. The witch had such an annoying voice… except when he was moaning with submissive bliss, of course. Once he was free and had Citrine under-paw, everything would be back in proper order.

Of course, freeing himself was the crucial step.
“How’re you feeling, fox?” the witch sneered. “Comfortable? Enjoying your little spiral-show?”
Adrian would have bit at or spat at Citrine if he could see him right now. But his efforts were focused on keeping his eyes closed and trying to tune out the whispers.
“Can I get you anything?” Citrine asked. “Some water? Some food? Maybe I could tempt you with some kitty cock…?”

The shuffling of fabric, plus the familiar spicy, sweaty pungence of cat-musk wafting into his nose, made it obvious to Adrian that Citrine had just taken out his penis. 
He shuddered - but he knew he wasn’t shuddering with revulsion. He could feel his cock stirring.

FOXES LOVE KITTY COCK.
YOU LOVE KITTY COCK.
NOTHING MAKES YOU HORNIER THAN KITTY COCK.

W…where had those mantras come from? He hadn’t noticed them before…
“Mmnh, judging from how much you’re still struggling, I’d wager that you’ve still got your eyes closed. It’s all right, Adrian… you can look. It won’t hurt. It’ll feel amazing, in fact. You must’ve wondered what submitting to me would be like, once in a while, in your dreams… and now’s your chance. You’ll get to experience the pleasure that comes with finding your true place in the world.”

Claws traced along Adrian’s exposed stomach. It felt… frighteningly exquisite. He spasmed and twitched, his right eye opening by just the tiniest amount. Enough to glimpse the colours, and to remember just how good they’d made him feel…
OBEY CATS.
FOXES OBEY CATS.
YOU OBEY CATS.
The words flashed amidst the concentric ripples of brass and gold and honey, in concert with the whispers. He had to… fight back…

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