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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "The Onus to Orgasm \n\nBy Limewah\n\nSubscriber Reward for Flarfenarfle (Jul + Sep 2024)\n\nFeaturing Citrine's character\n\n``I need to cum I need to cum I need to cum I need to cum...''\n\nAt this point, Clayton's internal monologue was an external one. He was a mess, both inside and out.\n\nThe Braixen witch looked like shit. The spiralling pink tattoos and markings on his body had none of their usual glow, and his fur was matted and clumped. His leotard was constantly bulging between the legs, extremely prominent beneath his coat. He hadn't bathed in a while, and he positively reeked with a mixture of dirt and pheromonal B.O. \n\nFor someone jam-packed full of hypnotic enchantments, this wouldn't normally have been a bad thing. His scent bound most minds to his will almost instantaneously, and there were times where he had adoring fans following him with glowing pink eyes and placid smiles. \n\nNot even their attention could bring him to climax. He was plugged up, no matter how painfully hard his cock got, or how much his balls tightened and churned. It was no good.\n\nHe was trying his fucking hardest, though... he was fucking one of his latest `thralls' in some dirty alley in some godforsaken town whose name he was too horny to even remember. The ermine was gasping with pleasure, each thrust making her pretty eyes pulse with even more colour. Her eyes were rolled upwards, her tongue lolled out to the side, and she kept trying to stop herself from moaning so she could breathe in Clayton's intoxicating stench.\n\n``Rrrngh...'' Clayton tried every single method he could think of. Slow thrusts, quicker pistoning paces, even just burying himself balls deep and letting her clenching do all the work.\n\nNone of it was doing shit.\n\nHe gave up and pulled away, letting the fuck-drunk, musk-drunk girl slide down to the dirty floor of the alley. \n\n``Thaaaank you...'' she groaned happily. ``Was it good for you, Master...?''\n\n``No it wasn't.'' Clay said, more to himself than to her.\n\n``Yaaay...'' the girl giggled. She wasn't even listening to him either.\n\nClay stuffed his hard dick back beneath his undergarments - it was a struggle wedging that tool inside. In the months of being cursed, he'd still not figured out the knack.\n\nHe gritted his teeth and growled with frustration. The growl turned into a sniffle, followed by a sob. He blubbered and leaned forward the brick wall, just over the dazed mustelid.\n\n``You made me cum so much, Master,'' she cooed.\n\n``Huh? Oh, that's n-nice for you...'' Clay said. He felt his cock pulse downward in the direction of her face, eager to bury itself in her again. She leaned up towards it, opening her mouth, ready to suck him right through the fabric.\n\nHer soft lips against his cocktip were like a hot iron. He pulled away with a yelp and cried out. His head tilted back and he began to cry loudly, like a lovelorn drunk.\n\n``Whyyy-hyy-hyyyyy....'' his cries were full-throated, loud enough for passers-by to rubberneck down the alley, see the pathetic sight, and move on with silent judgement.\n\n``Are you alright, Master...?''\n\n``GO AWAY!'' Clay wailed. \n\n``As you wish, Master~!'' \n\n``Come ON, at least try to sound like you care!'' Clay whined, deflated.\n\n``Oh, I'm sorry Master...'' \n\nShe sounded like she didn't mean it at all. How could she? She was so zonked out she couldn't feel any emotions other than `happy' and `horny'. The last place he was ever going to get any sympathy was from one of his thralls.\n\nNot that he could imagine keeping any one of his thralls at this point. He was too horny, too painfully unsatisfied, to get any pleasure out of their obedience. The sweet release eluded him, tortured him and took all of the joy from his life.\n\nFeeling sorry for himself was the only recourse he had. He sank down to the floor and kept blubbering to himself.\n\n``Is that... Clayton Firestick himself~?''\n\nThe voice was flirtatious, excitable, and very familiar.\n\nClay looked up, and it took a moment to blink the tears from his eyes, so the pink smear clarified into a svelte cat, dressed in a pretty orange dress. The sun behind Felicity was turning him into a dark silhouette, and Clay had to squint to see the bemused smirk on his face.\n\n``I would ask how you're doing, but... looks to me like you're doing pret-ty bad!'' Felicity's tail swished to and fro, and his hips were moving in counterpoint. ``Was that white-furred girly yours? And you just let her walk off? It's not like you to fumble a plaything, foxie!''\n\n``Hnngh...'' Clay groaned. ``Please don't tell anyone I'm living like this...''\n\n``Wouldn't dream of it, sweetie~!'' Felicity approached with a spring in his step, and it didn't falter even as he got in range of Clay's intoxicating aroma. ``Ohh, you need a wash, don'cha?''\n\nThat pricked Clay's ears. He looked up.\n\n``Wait, my scent's not putting you under...?'' \n\n``Should it be? C'mon, silly, you know Meowster Citrine's mind-wards are too strong for that! My mind's locked tighter than a bank vault!''\n\nClay began to cry again. He lunged for Felicity's ankles and grabbed on.\n\n``Mrrp?''\n\n``Thank fuck...!'' Clayton blubbered. ``Finally! I can actually talk to someone again... someone who can help me...!''\n\n``Errr... nice to see you too?'' Felicity shrugged. ``Especially after last time...''\n\n``What happened last time?'' Clay looked up.\n\n``Oh, you turned into your snow leopard form and zonked your way out of the manor! We spent weeks cleaning the place up...''\n\nClay detected a hint of annoyance in Felicity's tittering laugh.\n\n``S-sorry...''\n\n``Apology accepted, but I think Meowster's the one you should really apologise to.''\n\nClayton's heart sank, and his cock jumped, for very similar reasons. He'd just come off a long stint as a thrall to a serpentine warlock - with no release of course - and had been used as a sex toy for basically everyone in that snake's little harem. He didn't relish the idea of going right back into that level of servitude. Especially not with Citrine. That witch had his hooks in deep - deeper than almost everyone else he knew. He wouldn't be able to resist the cat's power, and then he'd go right back to being an over-fucked stimtoy.\n\n``Well, you can tell him I said sorry, and hi, so, I'm just gonna...'' Clayton scrambled back to his feet. ``Bye-!''\n\nBefore he could get more than two steps, he felt something stamp down on his tail and pin it to the ground. \n\n``AUGH!'' he turned around. Felicity had one of his high-heeled paws pressed down on the Braixen's fluffy tail, pressing down with just enough force to hold him still. Felicity's grin was even wider, even more shit-eating than the first glance.\n\n``Come on, now. You're not gonna try n' leave before we can have a proper catch-up?''\n\nClay's eyes cast downwards to the paw on his tail. Felicity's pink left-paw was stuffed into an open-toed, high-heeled sandal. It looked rather snug on him.\n\n``Like `em? Just got them today, so they don't quite have my scent baked into `em juuust yet~''\n\nClay's cock twitched hard, as if trying to angle itself towards that paw. It remembered what the pads felt like, and wanted to feel them again. His horny hindbrain wanted to believe that this would be the thing that would break the spell. But he knew better. It wasn't going to be that easy.\n\nHis eye was drawn a little further away, to Felicity's back foot, just in time to watch it slowly wriggle out of its heel and pop free. Clay could practically see steam rising off of it, as it was freed from its constricting prison.\n\n``Ah~'' Felicity sighed with contentment, closing his eyes and taking a moment to wriggle his toes, splay them out... daring Clay to dive down to kiss them. ``Hope you don't mind my airing them out a bit, these so-called dogs are barking~''\n\n``I'm n-not gonna get down in this filthy alley for you...!'' Clay half-growled, half-huffed. ``You won't m-make me debase myselffff...''\n\n``No need, cutie!'' Felicity grinned. ``You can stay right where you are. I need to do some stretches...''\n\nThe de-shoed paw lifted up into the air; first Felicity's knee went as high as it could go. Felicity concentrated, sticking out his tongue in unconscious focus. His dress hiked up a little, and Clay caught a glimpse of already-bulging pink panties before his hyper-fixation on the paw tore his gaze away.\n\nFelicity's front-paw remained planted on Clay's tail, and even though it applied a little more pleasure, the discomfort was the furthest thing from Clay's mind. His over-the-shoulder stare remained fixated on those pink, juicy looking paws. \n\nFelicity's leg quivered a little, but he remained poised as his toes turned downwards towards the ground. Once his knee was close to his chest, it un-bent, and he splayed out his foot as it rose up over Clay's head.\n\n``Face front, foxie!'' Felicity commanded sweetly, and Clay went eyes-front in an instant. The fox was biting on his lip, his nostrils flaring as he got whiff after whiff of cat-paw scent. \n\nFelicity's heel plopped down onto Clay's right shoulder, his toes tickling the side of the haplessly horny fox's face. \n\nThe softness, the scent, the heat... Clay's cry of pleasure sounded almost pained - a lot like his usual orgasm-cry.\n\n``Oh~...'' Felicity cooed wickedly. ``Did I make you cum already?''\n\n``I wwwwish...'' Clay groaned. \n\n``Mmh, my calves are so stiff....'' Felicity groaned. ``And my feet are so sore... give that one a massage while it's up there, would you?''\n\nTo punctuate his meaning, Felicity turned his paw from the ankle inwards, brushing the tops of his paws against Clay's nose. His paw-musk cut right through Clay's own scent with ease, and it was like a gust of fresh air wiping away smog. There was the barest spritz of something sweet and sugary, nowhere near enough to mask the savoury sea-salt aroma of Felicity's paw-musk, but it provided a soothing counterpoint that made him want to kiss, and lick...\n\nIt brought Clay back to many wonderful nights and days spent under the purring cat's paws. The memory brought his tongue free from his maw, and he lathered it against the nearest toe. His left hand reached across to take hold of Felicity's ankle, to keep it in place.\n\nFelicity breathed slowly, and Clay could feel the cat's body heat getting closer as he stretched his ankles with the poise and dexterity of a prima ballerina.\n\nClay opened his mouth, and two of Felicity's thick toes popped right inside.\n\nThe tang of flesh and the salt of sweat exploded on Clay's tastebuds, making his tongue melt and his teeth tingle. He worried on the toes with his teeth - gentle and slow, the way his body knew Felicity loved.\n\n``Oh, purrrrr~'' Felicity groaned. ``C-careful! You're gonna make me lose my balance...''\n\n``Sorry...'' Clay said, drooling vacantly over Felicity's toes. His eyes swirled with pinwheels of pink and magenta. The musk had done its work, and his brain was getting pickled more and more with each passing moment.\n\n``Mmmh, beautiful~!'' Felicity lifted their paw away, pulling it free from Clayton's needy lips. He whimpered like a baby whose bottle had been taken away.\n\n``Don't worry, sweetie, let me get to the other one...''\n\nClayton heard the clatter of the cat's other shoe being tugged off, and waited with happy anticipation.\n\nThe foot rose up and plopped right down onto Clayton's shoulder, and he whined with happiness.\n\n``Alright, let's get str-''\n\nAll of a sudden, there was a flash, and a crack, and Clay was enveloped in a thick curtain of pink smoke. Clay's height grew slightly, and Felicity yelped as their leg got a little bit of a deeper stretch than he was anticipating.\n\nWhen the dust and smoke settled, Felicity found his whole upper body enveloped in a canopy of off-white fur. Clayton's random transformations had kicked in once again - he was in his Ninetales form; fluffier, bigger, but unmistakable thanks to the curled brands on his body.\n\n``Hhhhhello~'' Felicity huffed. This form, like most fox forms, drove him extra wild. ``Nnh, this might secretly be my favourite look of yours~!''\n\n``Huh, what....''\n\n``Oh, you're awake? Lemme fix that.''\n\nFelicity pushed his foot against Clayton's snout, and it only took one whiff to get the Ninetales witch back to work on the kitty paws. \n\nClayton whined with need, his eyes already spiralling once again. No need to worry or care about how he got here, after the slight short-term memory loss that came with transforming. It was easier to just suck and sniff and fall back into the familiar feeling of subservience - something almost every form of his was well used to.\n\nThe session was long, but not arduous at all. It was easy to enjoy the sound of Felicity's satisfied purrs, the inhale and exhale as he stretched out his limbs on the fox's body.\n\n``Ooough, might be a bit sore after this~'' Felicity chuckled. ``Well, you'll be able to worship my thighs later. For now...''\n\nFelicity lowered his leg again with a satisfied sigh, and turned the Ninetales around to face him.\n\nClay looked down at Felicity with a big grin, and spinning eyes, completely his. \n\n``Oh, you're so CUTE!'' Felicity reached up and grabbed Clay's cheek, pinching and tugging it.\n\n``Thaaaank you,'' Clay mumbled.\n\n``You're welcome. Now, siddown for me, purrlease!''\n\nThe Ninetales collapsed to the ground like a dropped puppet. His head lolled to the side and he stared at nothing at all - at least, it did until Felicity lifted one of his paws and wiggled the toes. That got him alert and aware again.\n\n``Now then...'' Felicity's hands rested on his hips, and he pushed his chest out a bit. ``Nnh, just got one more stretch, then I promise I'll bring your torture to an end~''\n\n``Y-yes Meowsterrr...'' the dazed fox moaned.\n\n``I'm not Meowster, silly~!'' Felicity giggled. ``You're only meant to call my Meowster that... But don't worry, I'll bring you to him once we've had our fun...''\n\nThe sopping wet toes rested on the tip of Clay's dick, and he humped the air with a whine and a whimper.\n\n``Awww, poor thiing~!'' Felicity giggled with delight. ``You're so pent up, aren'tcha...''\n\n``I'm cursed, Meowst- mmmaster?''\n\n``Felicity's fine. What do you mean?'' \n\nFelicity's toes opened, one on either side of the needy fox's dick, and slid down, slow and gentle. ``Like, cursed-cursed,'' he continued, ``Or is this a metaphorical curse?''\n\n``I thhhink, hff... it's the first one. I don't know...''\n\n``Oh, you poor creature~!'' Felicity tutted, sticking out his lower lip in facetious sympathy.\n\nFuck, it was hot when he demeaned Clay like that.\n\n``Don't worry, though. I bet it's just some kinda mental block. And my paws'll wipe that clean from your mind, promise~''\n\nTo push the point home, he lifted his paw from Clay's dick and pushed it against the golden-furred face, squishing and wrinkling his snout.\n\nHis cockmusk paired pleasingly with Felicity's pawmusk - tangy sweat, aromatic arousal. Clay's long fluffy tails wagged and swam back and forth - bewitchingly hypnotic, for anyone other than Felicity.\n\n``Gimme another lick,'' Felicity ordered. ``Let's keep my toes lubed up...''\n\nFelicity's right foot went back, and the left foot stayed on Clay's crotch. With another exhale, Felicity lunged his hips forward, putting his weight on the front-paw - and Clay's dick.\n\nThe cat's toes splayed again, and descended around either side of the needy foxcock. With each lunge and exhale, the toes moved right down to the base and gave it a firm squeeze. With each retraction and inhale, Felicity's toes moved back up to the tip and gave the tip a little rub, coaxing out thick blobs of pre-cum.\n\n``Awww, see? If you can pre, you can cum. I bet it's all in that empty head of yours. Don't you think?''\n\n``Yess....'' Clay moaned, hoping against hope that that would be true.\n\n``You're close, aren'cha?'' Felicity's grin was splitting his face in half. \n\n``Yesss, fuck, yes...!'' Clay whined. \n\n``Well, don't cum just yet~!'' Felicity grinned.\n\n``Nnnnooooo!'' Clay's eyes spun faster with each push and pull, but he was in no position to bargain.\n\n``N'aww...'' Felicity's look dripped with pity. ``Don't worry, I won't keep it too long. Just `till I finish my stretches...~''\n\n``Th-thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou...'' Clayton smiled widely, with un-mitigated joy for the first time in a while.\n\nFelicity purred with satisfaction. \n\n``Okay, cutie... you're still on the edge? Still so close, so ready, just needing a little push from my paws to CUM.''\n\n...Nothing. Clayton whined and groaned, trying to push and will the climax out. But that invisible ward stopped him, plugged him up as it always did. His cock just twitched uselessly, spurting out a tiny dribble of precum.\n\n``Mmh, don't hold back...'' Felicity lifted his right hand-paw up, ready to snap his fingers. ``You're so close, and you're such a good pawslut, just lemme milk that out and CUM!'' \n\nThe snap went off like a gunshot. Clayton whimpered and bucked, but again, all that came out was another pathetic brook of pre.\n\n``Hrrrnh...'' Clayton growled with frustration, even as his eyes swirled and his lips remained curled in a smile. ``Nnnhnnn...!''\n\n``Don't worry... we'll get there.'' Felicity said. ``Just Cum for me...''\n\nFelicity snapped his claws. The cock twitched.\n\n``Cum...'' Felicity snapped again. The same reaction again.\n\n``Cum...~!''\n\n-\n\n``Cum.'' \n\nFelicity's voice was flat, frustrated, not even a hint of his usual flirty self.. He'd switched to his right paw, stretching out his other thigh - he'd actually done a few sets by this point.\n\nClayton stared into space with a wide, doll-like smile. 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He was in his happy place, at least for now...\n\nA little bit of him hoped and prayed that Citrine would be the one to finally give him release.\n\nEven though it already knew that wouldn't be the case; if anything, he was about to face the added torture of dealing with the witch-cat's wrath.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Onus to Orgasm

By Limewah

Subscriber Reward for Flarfenarfle (Jul + Sep 2024)

Featuring Citrine's character

``I need to cum I need to cum I need to cum I need to cum...''

At this point, Clayton's internal monologue was an external one. He was a mess, both inside and out.

The Braixen witch looked like shit. The spiralling pink tattoos and markings on his body had none of their usual glow, and his fur was matted and clumped. His leotard was constantly bulging between the legs, extremely prominent beneath his coat. He hadn't bathed in a while, and he positively reeked with a mixture of dirt and pheromonal B.O.

For someone jam-packed full of hypnotic enchantments, this wouldn't normally have been a bad thing. His scent bound most minds to his will almost instantaneously, and there were times where he had adoring fans following him with glowing pink eyes and placid smiles.

Not even their attention could bring him to climax. He was plugged up, no matter how painfully hard his cock got, or how much his balls tightened and churned. It was no good.

He was trying his fucking hardest, though... he was fucking one of his latest `thralls' in some dirty alley in some godforsaken town whose name he was too horny to even remember. The ermine was gasping with pleasure, each thrust making her pretty eyes pulse with even more colour. Her eyes were rolled upwards, her tongue lolled out to the side, and she kept trying to stop herself from moaning so she could breathe in Clayton's intoxicating stench.

``Rrrngh...'' Clayton tried every single method he could think of. Slow thrusts, quicker pistoning paces, even just burying himself balls deep and letting her clenching do all the work.

None of it was doing shit.

He gave up and pulled away, letting the fuck-drunk, musk-drunk girl slide down to the dirty floor of the alley.

``Thaaaank you...'' she groaned happily. ``Was it good for you, Master...?''

``No it wasn't.'' Clay said, more to himself than to her.

``Yaaay...'' the girl giggled. She wasn't even listening to him either.

Clay stuffed his hard dick back beneath his undergarments - it was a struggle wedging that tool inside. In the months of being cursed, he'd still not figured out the knack.

He gritted his teeth and growled with frustration. The growl turned into a sniffle, followed by a sob. He blubbered and leaned forward the brick wall, just over the dazed mustelid.

``You made me cum so much, Master,'' she cooed.

``Huh? Oh, that's n-nice for you...'' Clay said. He felt his cock pulse downward in the direction of her face, eager to bury itself in her again. She leaned up towards it, opening her mouth, ready to suck him right through the fabric.

Her soft lips against his cocktip were like a hot iron. He pulled away with a yelp and cried out. His head tilted back and he began to cry loudly, like a lovelorn drunk.

``Whyyy-hyy-hyyyyy....'' his cries were full-throated, loud enough for passers-by to rubberneck down the alley, see the pathetic sight, and move on with silent judgement.

``Are you alright, Master...?''

``GO AWAY!'' Clay wailed.

``As you wish, Master~!''

``Come ON, at least try to sound like you care!'' Clay whined, deflated.

``Oh, I'm sorry Master...''

She sounded like she didn't mean it at all. How could she? She was so zonked out she couldn't feel any emotions other than `happy' and `horny'. The last place he was ever going to get any sympathy was from one of his thralls.

Not that he could imagine keeping any one of his thralls at this point. He was too horny, too painfully unsatisfied, to get any pleasure out of their obedience. The sweet release eluded him, tortured him and took all of the joy from his life.

Feeling sorry for himself was the only recourse he had. He sank down to the floor and kept blubbering to himself.

``Is that... Clayton Firestick himself~?''

The voice was flirtatious, excitable, and very familiar.

Clay looked up, and it took a moment to blink the tears from his eyes, so the pink smear clarified into a svelte cat, dressed in a pretty orange dress. The sun behind Felicity was turning him into a dark silhouette, and Clay had to squint to see the bemused smirk on his face.

``I would ask how you're doing, but... looks to me like you're doing pret-ty bad!'' Felicity's tail swished to and fro, and his hips were moving in counterpoint. ``Was that white-furred girly yours? And you just let her walk off? It's not like you to fumble a plaything, foxie!''

``Hnngh...'' Clay groaned. ``Please don't tell anyone I'm living like this...''

``Wouldn't dream of it, sweetie~!'' Felicity approached with a spring in his step, and it didn't falter even as he got in range of Clay's intoxicating aroma. ``Ohh, you need a wash, don'cha?''

That pricked Clay's ears. He looked up.

``Wait, my scent's not putting you under...?''

``Should it be? C'mon, silly, you know Meowster Citrine's mind-wards are too strong for that! My mind's locked tighter than a bank vault!''

Clay began to cry again. He lunged for Felicity's ankles and grabbed on.

``Mrrp?''

``Thank fuck...!'' Clayton blubbered. ``Finally! I can actually talk to someone again... someone who can help me...!''

``Errr... nice to see you too?'' Felicity shrugged. ``Especially after last time...''

``What happened last time?'' Clay looked up.

``Oh, you turned into your snow leopard form and zonked your way out of the manor! We spent weeks cleaning the place up...''

Clay detected a hint of annoyance in Felicity's tittering laugh.

``S-sorry...''

``Apology accepted, but I think Meowster's the one you should really apologise to.''

Clayton's heart sank, and his cock jumped, for very similar reasons. He'd just come off a long stint as a thrall to a serpentine warlock - with no release of course - and had been used as a sex toy for basically everyone in that snake's little harem. He didn't relish the idea of going right back into that level of servitude. Especially not with Citrine. That witch had his hooks in deep - deeper than almost everyone else he knew. He wouldn't be able to resist the cat's power, and then he'd go right back to being an over-fucked stimtoy.

``Well, you can tell him I said sorry, and hi, so, I'm just gonna...'' Clayton scrambled back to his feet. ``Bye-!''

Before he could get more than two steps, he felt something stamp down on his tail and pin it to the ground.

``AUGH!'' he turned around. Felicity had one of his high-heeled paws pressed down on the Braixen's fluffy tail, pressing down with just enough force to hold him still. Felicity's grin was even wider, even more shit-eating than the first glance.

``Come on, now. You're not gonna try n' leave before we can have a proper catch-up?''

Clay's eyes cast downwards to the paw on his tail. Felicity's pink left-paw was stuffed into an open-toed, high-heeled sandal. It looked rather snug on him.

``Like `em? Just got them today, so they don't quite have my scent baked into `em juuust yet~''

Clay's cock twitched hard, as if trying to angle itself towards that paw. It remembered what the pads felt like, and wanted to feel them again. His horny hindbrain wanted to believe that this would be the thing that would break the spell. But he knew better. It wasn't going to be that easy.

His eye was drawn a little further away, to Felicity's back foot, just in time to watch it slowly wriggle out of its heel and pop free. Clay could practically see steam rising off of it, as it was freed from its constricting prison.

``Ah~'' Felicity sighed with contentment, closing his eyes and taking a moment to wriggle his toes, splay them out... daring Clay to dive down to kiss them. ``Hope you don't mind my airing them out a bit, these so-called dogs are barking~''

``I'm n-not gonna get down in this filthy alley for you...!'' Clay half-growled, half-huffed. ``You won't m-make me debase myselffff...''

``No need, cutie!'' Felicity grinned. ``You can stay right where you are. I need to do some stretches...''

The de-shoed paw lifted up into the air; first Felicity's knee went as high as it could go. Felicity concentrated, sticking out his tongue in unconscious focus. His dress hiked up a little, and Clay caught a glimpse of already-bulging pink panties before his hyper-fixation on the paw tore his gaze away.

Felicity's front-paw remained planted on Clay's tail, and even though it applied a little more pleasure, the discomfort was the furthest thing from Clay's mind. His over-the-shoulder stare remained fixated on those pink, juicy looking paws.

Felicity's leg quivered a little, but he remained poised as his toes turned downwards towards the ground. Once his knee was close to his chest, it un-bent, and he splayed out his foot as it rose up over Clay's head.

``Face front, foxie!'' Felicity commanded sweetly, and Clay went eyes-front in an instant. The fox was biting on his lip, his nostrils flaring as he got whiff after whiff of cat-paw scent.

Felicity's heel plopped down onto Clay's right shoulder, his toes tickling the side of the haplessly horny fox's face.

The softness, the scent, the heat... Clay's cry of pleasure sounded almost pained -  a lot like his usual orgasm-cry.

``Oh~...'' Felicity cooed wickedly. ``Did I make you cum already?''

``I wwwwish...'' Clay groaned.

``Mmh, my calves are so stiff....'' Felicity groaned. ``And my feet are so sore... give that one a massage while it's up there, would you?''

To punctuate his meaning, Felicity turned his paw from the ankle inwards, brushing the tops of his paws against Clay's nose. His paw-musk cut right through Clay's own scent with ease, and it was like a gust of fresh air wiping away smog. There was the barest spritz of something sweet and sugary, nowhere near enough to mask the savoury sea-salt aroma of Felicity's paw-musk, but it provided a soothing counterpoint that made him want to kiss, and lick...

It brought Clay back to many wonderful nights and days spent under the purring cat's paws. The memory brought his tongue free from his maw, and he lathered it against the nearest toe. His left hand reached across to take hold of Felicity's ankle, to keep it in place.

Felicity breathed slowly, and Clay could feel the cat's body heat getting closer as he stretched his ankles with the poise and dexterity of a prima ballerina.

Clay opened his mouth, and two of Felicity's thick toes popped right inside.

The tang of flesh and the salt of sweat exploded on Clay's tastebuds, making his tongue melt and his teeth tingle. He worried on the toes with his teeth - gentle and slow, the way his body knew Felicity loved.

``Oh, purrrrr~'' Felicity groaned. ``C-careful! You're gonna make me lose my balance...''

``Sorry...'' Clay said, drooling vacantly over Felicity's toes. His eyes swirled with pinwheels of pink and magenta. The musk had done its work, and his brain was getting pickled more and more with each passing moment.

``Mmmh, beautiful~!'' Felicity lifted their paw away, pulling it free from Clayton's needy lips. He whimpered like a baby whose bottle had been taken away.

``Don't worry, sweetie, let me get to the other one...''

Clayton heard the clatter of the cat's other shoe being tugged off, and waited with happy anticipation.

The foot rose up and plopped right down onto Clayton's shoulder, and he whined with happiness.

``Alright, let's get str-''

All of a sudden, there was a flash, and a crack, and Clay was enveloped in a thick curtain of pink smoke. Clay's height grew slightly, and Felicity yelped as their leg got a little bit of a deeper stretch than he was anticipating.

When the dust and smoke settled, Felicity found his whole upper body enveloped in a canopy of off-white fur. Clayton's random transformations had kicked in once again - he was in his Ninetales form; fluffier, bigger, but unmistakable thanks to the curled brands on his body.

``Hhhhhello~'' Felicity huffed. This form, like most fox forms, drove him extra wild. ``Nnh, this might secretly be my favourite look of yours~!''

``Huh, what....''

``Oh, you're awake? Lemme fix that.''

Felicity pushed his foot against Clayton's snout, and it only took one whiff to get the Ninetales witch back to work on the kitty paws.

Clayton whined with need, his eyes already spiralling once again. No need to worry or care about how he got here, after the slight short-term memory loss that came with transforming. It was easier to just suck and sniff and fall back into the familiar feeling of subservience - something almost every form of his was well used to.

The session was long, but not arduous at all. It was easy to enjoy the sound of Felicity's satisfied purrs, the inhale and exhale as he stretched out his limbs on the fox's body.

``Ooough, might be a bit sore after this~'' Felicity chuckled. ``Well, you'll be able to worship my thighs later. For now...''

Felicity lowered his leg again with a satisfied sigh, and turned the Ninetales around to face him.

Clay looked down at Felicity with a big grin, and spinning eyes, completely his.

``Oh, you're so CUTE!'' Felicity reached up and grabbed Clay's cheek, pinching and tugging it.

``Thaaaank you,'' Clay mumbled.

``You're welcome. Now, siddown for me, purrlease!''

The Ninetales collapsed to the ground like a dropped puppet. His head lolled to the side and he stared at nothing at all - at least, it did until Felicity lifted one of his paws and wiggled the toes. That got him alert and aware again.

``Now then...'' Felicity's hands rested on his hips, and he pushed his chest out a bit. ``Nnh, just got one more stretch, then I promise I'll bring your torture to an end~''

``Y-yes Meowsterrr...'' the dazed fox moaned.

``I'm not Meowster, silly~!'' Felicity giggled. ``You're only meant to call my Meowster that... But don't worry, I'll bring you to him once we've had our fun...''

The sopping wet toes rested on the tip of Clay's dick, and he humped the air with a whine and a whimper.

``Awww, poor thiing~!'' Felicity giggled with delight. ``You're so pent up, aren'tcha...''

``I'm cursed, Meowst- mmmaster?''

``Felicity's fine. What do you mean?''

Felicity's toes opened, one on either side of the needy fox's dick, and slid down, slow and gentle. ``Like, cursed-cursed,'' he continued,  ``Or is this a metaphorical curse?''

``I thhhink, hff... it's the first one. I don't know...''

``Oh, you poor creature~!'' Felicity tutted, sticking out his lower lip in facetious sympathy.

Fuck, it was hot when he demeaned Clay like that.

``Don't worry, though. I bet it's just some kinda mental block. And my paws'll wipe that clean from your mind, promise~''

To push the point home, he lifted his paw from Clay's dick and pushed it against the golden-furred face, squishing and wrinkling his snout.

His cockmusk paired pleasingly with Felicity's pawmusk - tangy sweat, aromatic arousal. Clay's long fluffy tails wagged and swam back and forth - bewitchingly hypnotic, for anyone other than Felicity.

``Gimme another lick,'' Felicity ordered. ``Let's keep my toes lubed up...''

Felicity's right foot went back, and the left foot stayed on Clay's crotch. With another exhale, Felicity lunged his hips forward, putting his weight on the front-paw - and Clay's dick.

The cat's toes splayed again, and descended around either side of the needy foxcock. With each lunge and exhale, the toes moved right down to the base and gave it a firm squeeze. With each retraction and inhale, Felicity's toes moved back up to the tip and gave the tip a little rub, coaxing out thick blobs of pre-cum.

``Awww, see? If you can pre, you can cum. I bet it's all in that empty head of yours. Don't you think?''

``Yess....'' Clay moaned, hoping against hope that that would be true.

``You're close, aren'cha?'' Felicity's grin was splitting his face in half.

``Yesss, fuck, yes...!'' Clay whined.

``Well, don't cum just yet~!'' Felicity grinned.

``Nnnnooooo!'' Clay's eyes spun faster with each push and pull, but he was in no position to bargain.

``N'aww...'' Felicity's look dripped with pity. ``Don't worry, I won't keep it too long. Just `till I finish my stretches...~''

``Th-thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou...'' Clayton smiled widely, with un-mitigated joy for the first time in a while.

Felicity purred with satisfaction.

``Okay, cutie... you're still on the edge? Still so close, so ready, just needing a little push from my paws to CUM.''

...Nothing. Clayton whined and groaned, trying to push and will the climax out. But that invisible ward stopped him, plugged him up as it always did. His cock just twitched uselessly, spurting out a tiny dribble of precum.

``Mmh, don't hold back...'' Felicity lifted his right hand-paw up, ready to snap his fingers. ``You're so close, and you're such a good pawslut, just lemme milk that out and CUM!''

The snap went off like a gunshot. Clayton whimpered and bucked, but again, all that came out was another pathetic brook of pre.

``Hrrrnh...'' Clayton growled with frustration, even as his eyes swirled and his lips remained curled in a smile. ``Nnnhnnn...!''

``Don't worry... we'll get there.'' Felicity said. ``Just Cum for me...''

Felicity snapped his claws. The cock twitched.

``Cum...'' Felicity snapped again. The same reaction again.

``Cum...~!''

-

``Cum.''

Felicity's voice was flat, frustrated, not even a hint of his usual flirty self.. He'd switched to his right paw, stretching out his other thigh - he'd actually done a few sets by this point.

Clayton stared into space with a wide, doll-like smile. The Ninetales had switched off entirely by this point, deep in hypnotised bliss, the only bliss he could feel.

His cock remained rock hard, and unsatisfied.

``RRRGHH!'' Felicity pulled his foot away and stomped it on the ground in a mini tantrum. ``Dammit, DAMMIT! Why?!''

He stomped in a little circle before turning to face Clay again.

``Are you messing with me?!''

``No, Meowster...~''

``Don't call me-!'' Felicity stopped and rubbed the bridge of his snout. ``Alright. If anyone can deal with this, it's Meowster.

``Up,'' he ordered with a sharp snap. With a sparkling puff of smoke, Clay practically leapt to his feet, springing straight up like he was on a trampoline.

``Follow.'' Felicity was already pulling his shoes back on, and making his way back towards the main street. ``Gods, this city's a mess...''

Clayton followed the click of those heels out into the street, not caring about his wagging dick. He was in his happy place, at least for now...

A little bit of him hoped and prayed that Citrine would be the one to finally give him release.

Even though it already knew that wouldn't be the case; if anything, he was about to face the added torture of dealing with the witch-cat's wrath.

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