"Ouch!" The cheetah Chris pulls the syringe out of his buttocks, which
had been hidden between the pillows on which he just sat down. At the
tip of the needle, a single drop of a white, opalescent liquid is
still visible. Most of the rest of the syringe's contents have been
injected into him when he sat down on the needle. Sternly, Chris says
"Van -- I hope this is not another of your practical jokes?!"

Van the dragon is innocence personified. "Me? Playing practical jokes?
I would never do that. Never ever." He winks at Chris, saying "I just
thought your sex life might use some spicing up ... just wait and see
what happens."

A little bit angry at the dragon for tricking him once again, Chris
sits down face to face with the dragon. He shakes his head. "You know
that I am not one for your weird kinks. Unlike you, I just want my
plain vanilla sex, that's all I need."

Sullenly, he stares at the dragon, looking him over, finally resting
his eyes on the dragon's footclaws. Chris notices how beautiful Van's
strong footclaws are, how well they are built. He wonders how it might
feel to touch those wonderful, warm feet ... but he scares the thought
away. Chris is not one of _these_ types, as he always says.

But the feet do look lovely to him. Perhaps he might risk a little
sniff? But no ...

Meanwhile Van watches Chris staring at his footpaws with a single
arched eyebrow, barely able to refrain from grinning widely as he
realizes that the injection is starting to do its job. "If my feet
look appealing to you, feel free to do whatever you desire", he says
to Chris and makes an inviting gesture.

"What are you talking about? I certainly do not want to sniff your
feet!", Chris replies aggressively. But at the same time, more ideas
creep into his mind, becoming stronger with every minute. How might it
feel to lick those gorgeous paws? Or to have them pressed onto his
chest, being held down on the ground and placed at that dragon's
mercy? Perhaps having his hands tied behind his back at the same time,
completing his surrender?

Chris cannot contain himself any longer. He flings himself down at
Van's feet, licking them vigorously. "What am I doing? I can't believe
I am enjoying this ...". But nevertheless, he definitely enjoys Van's
feet, as is evidenced unquestionably by his cock, which is now rapidly
growing out of its sheath.

"Ssssh, don't worry, Chris," Van says, while gently stroking the
headfur of the cheetah at his feet. "Just enjoy what is happening, and
go along with the flow."

Chris now completely loses control. "This is so hot ..." he murmurs,
while burying his nose deeply between the dragon's toes, breathing
their strong fragrance. Chris's cock is raging hard, and dripping
precum. "I think, what I now need, is a bit of bondage ... would you
perhaps tie my hands behind my back?" Van happily obliges, and then
places his footpaw onto the cheetah's chest, pushing him firmly down
to the ground and leaving him utterly without any course of escape.

Feeling the dragon paw on his chest drives Chris into deep
ecstasy. "Harder, harder", he moans, and as Van increases the pressure
on the cheetah's body, Chris is driven into orgasm, moaning loudly and
squirting an enormous load of spooge, while pushing himself against
the unrelenting foot.

But Chris's sexual desire does not decline after the orgasm. Already
new ideas are popping into his head in a crazy frenzy. He moans,
"Please, Van, give me a footjob with your wonderful paws ... no,
please tie me up with plastic wrap ... while fucking me from behind
... with your hand ... and please, oh please, sit on my face while
doing so ... while wearing a leather outfit and heavy leather boots
... or high-heeled shoes ... and twist my nipples in the meantime ..."
In his desire-clouded pleasured ecstasy, Chris is running out of
breath, though definitely not out of ideas, and leaves Van to wonder
which of the requests he should fulfill in what order.

Eventually, Van decides to simply hold Chris down, and tie him up a
bit more. The mere touch of Van's hands sends Chris into orgasm again,
moaning loudly, and squirting even more juice than the last
time. "Oooh ... please do more of this ... nnnnnngh", Chris moans,
giving him yet another orgasm, only a few moments after the previous
one ended. And, amazingly, the amount of spooge coming forth is
increasing, not decreasing, with each orgasm.

"Please, tie me up completely... nnngh... and cut off my breath
... nnngh", the cheetah is now having orgasms every few seconds, and
squirting greater and greater amounts of cum onto the floor, which is
now definitely becoming very soaky. "Fuck me with three cocks at once
... nnngh ... while tying me down in a gynecologist's
chair... nnngh... command me to do whatever you want... nnngh... use
me as your toilet, piss on me, mark me as your territory... nnngh..."

Chris's voice becomes more and more energetic with exuberant, if
somewhat vagrant, ecstatic pleasure, as he continues to squirt semen
by the liter. Van notices that the cheetah appears a bit thinner.

Chris continues to moan without any pause, "Please, give me electric
shocks... nnngh... pull me up by my cock and balls... nnngh... and
then, slowly and delicately, chop them off... nnngh... and chop me up
a bit more... nnngh... before placing a noose around my neck, and
slowly pull me up from the ground... nnngh... let me dance in the air
and dangle to my death... nnngh... or better, just grab me with your
maw, and chew me up with your sharp fangs... nnngh... I am sure I
would make a nice meal for a dragon... nnngh..."

By now, Van has to wade through a centimeter-high layer of cheetah cum
on the ground. He notices that Chris looks downright deflated.  He is
not surprised, as he knows the effect of the injection very well
(having experienced it himself before). Eventually the cheetah's body
will be completely converted into spooge.

Chris's moans of pleasure are becoming more frantic, as he thins out
even more, and slowly, his extremities, now completely deflated, are
retracting into his body. "Please, fuck me with a sugar
cube... nnngh... let me kiss a plastic bag... nnngh... have sex with
me while using a calculator... nnngh... let me smell a raw pork
cutlet... nnngh... or freshly washed clothes... nnngh... while beating
me with a beeswax candle...  nnnnnnnnnnnnngh..."

The cheetah is now spewing forth cum continuously, as his body, with
the exception of his enormously throbbing cock and huge balls, is
deflated completely, and his appendages including his head retract
into his body, and are also converted into spooge. Eventually only the
cock and balls remain of the cheetah, twisting on the ground for a few
seconds, before they are sucked into themselves, and with a loud 'pop'
vanish into one final squirt of cum.

The room has essentially become a pool of cheetah cum. As Van wades
through it, he murmurs with a grin, "Hehe Chris, I hope you enjoyed
your taste of a somewhat more spicy sex life..."

And of course, in the evening, the good cheetah reforms and comes back
into life, as good as new. And Chris has fun exploring his newly found
desires together with Van...