"Come on, slowpoke, we don't want to be late!" Sarah grinned, bouncing a little, her tits holding Lori's gaze for a moment. She pretended not to stare, but her eyes were drawn to the way her friend's t-shirt swayed, barely holding her breasts in. Lori licked her lips.

"Hello? You awake in there, Lori?" Sarah's ears twitched, her head cocked to one side.

Lori shook her head. "Yeah, I'm fine. I..." The vibrator hidden in her quim throbbed deeply but the arctic fox barely missed a beat. "I'm ready." She gave her friend her best insincere grin and followed the striped gray cat to the car.

Lori told herself the vibe wasn't real, that her pussy was empty, but when the imaginary vibe throbbed again and gave Lori a very quick, very real orgasm, the fox couldn't make herself believe it. Her eyes unfocused as she put her body on autopilot and tried to ignore the pleasure. The best part about the programmed sensation of a vibrator was it could run forever without making anything numb.

No, worst, it was the worst part, Lori told herself sternly. She'd had very little control over her own thoughts lately. Outside, Lori was fine--happy, even bubbly, excited to be going to the big football game.

It didn't matter that Lori personally didn't care for football. Sarah said the 'mega bowl' or 'super cup' or whatever was the most important game of the year, so she was happy to go along. She'd been spending a lot of time with Sarah lately and the pussycat was almost ready.

Lori's ears laid flat back for just an instant before they were forced back up. Those thoughts had only half been hers, but it was getting harder and harder to tell. She didn't much like Sarah and she certainly didn't want to go to a feetball game. The vibrator buzzed again.

Lori's right hand snuck down her pants when Sarah wasn't watching; the fox started teasing her clitty through her panties with a claw tip. She watched her hand the whole time, powerless to stop it, waiting for the vibrator to stop buzzing so she could free her hand before Sarah noticed.

The fox pulled her hand back out of her pants and sat on it, trapping it away from her pussy. The devil's playthings, indeed. The car rolled on, heedless of her little internal power struggle; Lori looked around for something to occupy her mind before she remembered the little notepad in her coat pocket.

Her left hand slipped into her coat and pulled out her lifeline. She held it in front of her for a long moment. She knew she was in Sarah's car, now, but it struck her that she didn't remember getting in. It was becoming... difficult... to keep track of who she was, where she was, what she was doing. She turned her hand, inspecting the black fur for stains. The fox was relieved not to find any.

Sometimes she wasn't that lucky. Lori woke up cumming two nights ago, tied to her bed, chest pressed against the sheets, ass high in the air, tail lifted higher still, a pair of real vibrators hilted inside her. The climax hadn't woken her. No, she'd been woken by the sound of her own moaning.

Lori could still remember staying like that for hours without a thought in her head. She just laid there, eyes staring off into space, riding the waves of pleasure the vibrators gave her. The fox's whole body rocked gently, responding to the gentle pace of imagined thrusting.

Something was talking to her, telling her things, but she couldn't make out the words. Her mind was in a blissful, lustful fog; nothing mattered but the feeling. Her black feet and black hands were tied, but the white rest of her was free to writhe for hours, fur matted by juices glistening in the moonlight.

Back in the car, the vibrator turned on again. Lori bit her lower lip gently, her fingers tightening on the notepad. Her right hand kneaded her ass, able to help despite being trapped. She felt herself turn to Sarah, heard herself compliment the cat's looks in a just-friends-but-maybe-not way. Sarah's ears blushed, and the cat returned the compliment. Lori turned her head away. Slowly, the vibrator stopped. She hoped the cat could smell her arousal.

Didn't she? Lori shook her head. Why had she wanted that? She couldn't remember. And where was she? In a car, from the look of it. The memory came back to her this time, for which she was grateful. She was here to go see a big game of footketball, and during it, get Sarah into the bathroom and take her.

Lori knew that only part of that was her own thinking, but she tried not to dwell. Instead, she opened the notepad. She'd found that if she kept it with her, sometimes she'd write things down from when she was "under". Reading the notebook was the only way she knew what she'd been doing.

For example, she'd found out there that her session with the vibes was something of an accident. The fox had been instructed to not wake up despite the pleasure, her position, or the sound of the vibrators; the instructions had simply forgotten her own wanton moaning and mumbled pleas for more. She wasn't happy to learn that, but every little shred of information was important.

Outside the car, traffic moved at a steady pace. The vibrator hummed low now and again, teasing her as she made small talk with Sarah, but her mind was on the notepad. Dreading what she'd find, but needing to know it all the same, she flipped to the last page and started to read.

In the kitchen. Vibes strong tonight. Came extra hard, got juice all over my thighs, need more time in the shower. I love time in the shower. Hope Sarah doesn't catch me. Wow, that's a lot of carrots in the fridge. Who knew? Okay, there's the bottles of water she set aside for the game tomorrow.

Hm. I hope she can't tell. I think it dissolved all the way. It's not supposed to taste different, but that was a really heavy dose. Only one way to find out!

MMmmnope. Tastes just like normal water. She won't mind a missing bottle anyway.

The water bottles! Where were they? In the trunk, she thought. If she and Sarah drank the drugged water, there'd be no stopping it. She'd agree to go play in the bathroom right away and then Sarah could sit her down and claim her and make her into the fox's very own slutty little nympho and then when the drugs wore off Lori could spend the whole week wearing her will down and fucking her silly.

Lori coughed a glimpse of herself grinning in the rear-view mirror, barely even recognizing the person she was. It was like seeing a stranger. Physically, she was still the same fox. Same white fur everywhere save the black socks on her hands and feet, same half-playful but non-whore clothes, same knowing smirk.

Same set of tits that weren't quite as big as Sarahs but were very nice and would hold the cat easily once she got Sarah into that damn bathroom. She was looking forward to that much more than the silly game. The thought of stumbling into the bathroom in a drug-induced haze, dragging a mind-fuzzy cat, then licking away her will was vivid, inescapable.

Vaguely, Lori realized that the vibrator hadn't buzzed recently. The thoughts--all of them--had been hers. Hadn't it? It was buzzing again, she was so confused, but the car stopped and she was getting out so it didn't matter.

They watched the game for a time. Lori took any excuse she could find to sidle closer to her friend, or to get caught staring at her ass or her tits. Honestly, the cat was easy on the eyes. Sarah had a kind smile and her fur had a gray-darkgray pattern that led the eye to the most delightful places. Lori could remember how she looked nude and obedient, flopped on her covers in a drugged haze, and the thought made her wet.

The fox knew it was wrong. She knew it wasn't her will to be here, that it wasn't right to drug Sarah as a lead-in to some kind of mind control scheme, but she'd been too horny for too long to care. Lori couldn't help it. The sex with Sarah, the constant teasing, the unbidden imagery--even if the vibe came out this instant the fox wouldn't be able to stop herself.

The vibrator buzzed, distracting Lori, and in that moment her hand went for the cooler.

"Um, thanks." Sarah barely met her gaze as she accepted the water bottle. The cat seemed fully aware that her foxy friend wanted to tackle her and play with her feline sex right then and there. Lori chuckled a little at the awkwardness, but Sarah didn't seem to notice.

Lori drank generously out of her own bottle while she waited for the drug to take effect. She didn't have to wait long. The cloud settled over her mind, making self-control an afterthought, leaving her free to do what she wanted to do without pesky second thoughts. Her pussy started to moisten at a frantic pace.

The vibrator buzzed again. Lori watched, fascinated, as her hand floated up, slipping back behind Sarah. She couldn't see it, but she felt the base of the cat's tail in her palm. Her hand began to massage, rubbing around where the tail slipped through the hole in the jeans.

Sarah was purring, loud enough to be heard over the crowd. Lori leaned in, getting her muzzle close enough so the cat could feel the fox's breath in her ear. "Let's go."

The cat stood up unsteadily, swaying a moment, obedient before her head made any kind of coherent plan. Lori stood up too, took her friend's hand, and led them both off to the nearest restroom, just like she'd planned. Thank the gods the room was clean--the fox doubted she would have been willing to keep looking.

Sarah turned around and kissed Lori, her feline tongue pressing into the fox's muzzle. They kissed long and hard, like there was nothing else in the world; Sarah pressed Lori back, slipping between sinks and pushing the fox's back into the mirror. The cat's hand darted south, easily undoing the fox's belt.

When that wet, slick, rough feline tongue took a long lick across her snatch, Lori couldn't do anything but moan. Her pussy was empty, but the her mind was convinced a vibe was in there and running. Sarah didn't care. The cat met Lori's eyes and held them, looking up as she ate the fox out.

The pleasure was everything. Lori wanted to retake the initiative, to push Sarah back into a stall so they could be private, to lick the cat out and tell her to think all the most delicious things, but she could only stand there, eyes closed, and let it happen. Her hands found the back of the cat's head and pulled gently.

The white fox's hips were rocking, now; forward and back, alternately pushing her fluffy white tail against the wall and her clitty against the cat's nose. She was riding the waves in her mind, higher and higher, letting herself go to the feeling. She let out a rapturous moan-sigh when she finally peaked, cumming around the cat's tongue, feeling the pleasure wash over her in gentle release.

Then, clarity. Her mind was still hazy from the drug, but the vibrator was gone. She knew should could go back out to the stands, tell Sarah to do the same, and the long nightmare would be over. She could put the notepad away and never need it again. But when Lori looked down at Sarah and saw the glassy-eyed cat lick fox-juice off her muzzle, she wanted no such thing.

The fox stood Sarah up and turned her around, making her face the bathroom stalls. Lori slipped her hand into the cat's pants, under her panties, and hooked a couple fingers into her soaked pussy, before gently walking the cat forward.

Sarah seemed to enjoy the way the fingers shifted inside her as she walked; fortunate, then, that they were walking so slowly--Lori's pants and panties were around her ankles and the most she could manage was a slow shuffle.

The fox shut the stall door behind them with her free hand, then pulled the cat's pants the rest of the way off. "Flip the lid down and have a seat, Sarah."

Sarah did as she was told. "I... I don know why I did that. You don, don't have to do this, Lori." The cat looked up, trying to focus on the fox. Some part of her knew something was wrong, but she hadn't quite worked out that it was Lori's fault. Her jaw hung just a little open as she waited for a reply.

Lori kneeled in front of the cat, spreading Sarah's legs for access to her snatch. "You do." Her voice was slurred from the drug, but she was reciting something from instructions now. "You can't... can't stop from playing with yourself. Work your tits, lick your fingers and play with the nipples, you want it too bad, you don't care that it's wrong."

Sarah's fingers were in her own mouth before she could react, and her reply was cut short by a gasp when they found her nipple. Lori's words found the cat's subconscious somewhere deep, becoming truth. Sarah looked down at her hands in amazement as they danced over her breasts.

The fox teased Sarah's sex, stroking her fingers over the cat's swollen lips. "You can't help yourself when you're around me. You get wet when you see... see me, think about me..."

Sarah moaned again, her eyes forcing themselves open, needing to look at the fox. Her half-lidded stare tugged at something deep inside Lori, pulled at it, but not as much as her voice did. "Nnnooo... like you, ahh, as a friend, don want to compli--"

"Shh, Sarah. You don't have," Vicky slipped three fingers inside the cat and flexed them gently, "a choooiiccee." The fox's free hand slipped to her pocket and pulled out a pair of ear buds. Sarah didn't even react when the fox slipped them into her ears. The little plastic things were already on.

"Can you hear my voice, Sarah?"

"Yess, whyre, whyre you telling me, I don have to obey you, what--"

Lori pulled on the cat's thighs gently, getting her to slide forward. The fox leaned in, pressing her muzzle against Sarah's snatch and giving her clitty a long kiss, swirling her tongue over the nub, distracting the cat so the commands could sink in. They wouldn't be more than little tugs at Sarah's psyche after the drugs wore off, but that'd change after more sessions.

It was her turn, now, and the fox knew just what to do. Her fingers pulled up gently, making Sarah push her hips up and giving Lori better access. She pressed relentlessly on the cat's g-spot in smooth strokes while her tongue swirled around the cat's clitty, driving her to a rapid, sharp climax, but she didn't stop when she felt the pussy's pussy spasm around her fingers.

Instead, she pulled her fingers out, replacing them with her tongue, lapping up all the juice from Sarah's recent climax. Dimly, she could hear Sarah speak. "Oh gods... don stop, don't stop, feels amazing, oh my goooddd," her hips bucked again, thrusting through the aftershocks. Lori didn't stop.

Sarah's thighs were matted with her juice by the time her breathing became slow and regular that the fox pulled away from her snatch. Lori put the earbuds away while the cat slept, then got out her notepad and began to write, crouched on the bathroom floor, waiting for Sarah to wake.

After a time, Sarah stood, blearily putting her pants back on. The cat ignored Lori and wandered back to her seat in a daze; in a moment, the fox joined her, compelled by the buzzing between her legs to forget the specifics of what happened.

Lori spent the rest of the game reading her notepad, but she kept rereading one line over and over again: "I'm going to love controlling Sarah." She didn't know whether or not the buzzing was responsible for that line. She didn't even care. She simply knew that it was true.