Description: A collection of shorts. Pretty much every word is one of those three things.
"Noo—oohhh," he slurred as she pressed her body against him, gently lowering him into the chair. His head was thick, foggy; he didn't remember anything since she—"Nh! You... you drgged me!" His mouth hung open slightly; he tried to glare, but his half-lidded eyes made it a helpless gaze.
She grinned, purring deeply. "You like it." She kissed him passionately; her hand found his prick, already slick with precum, and started pumping. Where had his clothes gone? It was so hard to think. His hips rolled forward and he moaned into her kiss, her hand, her control.
"Ahh..." the vixen laid there, chest against the table, a towel protecting her modesty. Music provided a soft ambiance. "This is so relaxing."
The cougar mrred approval. "We pride ourselves on a natural atmosphere." He walked over to the table with a bottle of shampoo. "You can come here to get away from the outside world, can't you?"
"Mm-hmm."
The cougar squirted some of the gel into his hands and rubbed them a little, getting a nice lather. His fingers pushed, pulled through the soft fur, claws lightly scritching the girl's scalp. "So, miss...?"
"Chandra." Her reply was soft, distracted.
"Chandra, what brings you here?" His hands kept moving.
"That feels nice..."
"Chandra?"
"Mrr, recommended by Jean. I feel funny, why...?"
"It's probably just the shampoo. We use a Tibetan blend with a mild narcotic; nothing to worry about." She sighed at that, contented. The cougar's hands moved down, working the foam into her neck, her back, massaging gently as he went. "Chandra, are you still relaxing?"
"Yes..."
"Good, just keep relaxing. You want to get clean, don't you?"
"Mmm... yes, clean."
He started purring despite himself. "Just keep staring straight ahead. Let me clean away all your troubles." The cat was getting close to Chandra's towel. Gingerly, he hooked it with a claw, and slowly pulled it off. She didn't notice.
She sighed when he cupped her tight ass, kneading it with his expert fingers, working the lather in there too. Her fluffy tail wriggled, unsure what to do, before wrapping around him. The cougar continued south, leaving a trail of foam and purring suggestions of relaxation all the while.
"Chandra, I'll rinse you, then turn you over and do the front. Okay?"
Chandra made a happy little sigh-moan. "Yesss..." The cougar used the sprayer on its gentlest setting, rinsing off the foam with warm water. He suggested she turn over, grinning as her tits and already-moistened sex came into view.
The cougar flipped a control on the table, filling the top with a shallow pool of water. Chandra cooed as the warm liquid lapped around the back of her head. "Feels... wonderful..."
"It's only going to get better." Wasting no time, the cat teased her already-stiff nipples and kneaded her breasts, working the drugged gel into where she was most sensitive; she gasped, writhing into his touch.
Her hand floated absently toward her sex. In front of him, unbidden, Chandra started fingering herself. She was ready. He let go her breasts and climbed onto the table, straddling her, his pants long since removed.
"Chandra, your hips are lifting up, but you need both your hands to support yourself, don't you?" She stopped masturbating and got in position, water dripping off her back as she arched to meet him, her glassy eyes gazing up at him with rampant lust.
The cougar pushed forward, sliding in between her puffy lips, hilting himself inside her. "Ahh, you're so clean, Chandra. It's good to be clean, isn't it?" Chandra moaned agreement.
Miranda shivered herself awake, blinking her eyes against the harsh winter sun. How long had she been laying on the park bench? She felt stiff and her tail hurt, so probably a while. Had she been out drinking again? At least she was dressed for the weather...
The collie sat bolt upright, brown-furred hands plucking at her parka as if she'd never seen it before. Mostly because she hadn't seen it before. The parka wasn't hers, and--she took a long sniff, ears flicking in nervous worry--smelled like male. Mrr, it smelled strongly of male; Miranda had to stop herself from pressing the coat to her nose and really inhaling the scent. It would look silly, and what's more, the smell was nobody she knew.
Miranda stood, frosted grass crackling under her feet as she looked around. She vaguely recognized the park as the one on the east edge of town, but her car was nowhere to be seen. What had she been doing the night before? She cooed softly to herself, gyrating her hips ever so slightly as her fingers teased her sex. She remembered leaving her house, meeting some friends for a movie, then nothing.
"Oh, my word!" Miranda looked up in time to see a wolf matron cover her child's eyes. "You should be ashamed!"
Miranda glared back, baring her teeth at the old witch. She started a retort--what was so shameful about napping on a park bench?--but it would do no good, the matron was already her charge away at a hurried clip.
What had the matron been on about? Did the parka have something vulgar on it? The collie looked down. No, nothing unusual about the coat. She pulled her hand out of her pants to get a better look at-
What?! Miranda stared at her hand, glistening with her juices in the open air. She glanced at the matron's back, then back at the matted fur on her wet fingers. Slowly, she became aware of her arousal, her tail slowly flagging up behind her as the realization sank in. Stuffing the offending hand in a pocket, Miranda picked a direction and left, intending to walk until she recognized the street.
She kept her eyes downcast, avoiding the gaze of passersby. What had gotten into her? Sure, she enjoyed jilling off occasionally, what girl didn't? But never in public, and certainly never without even knowing she was doing it! Twice more she cought herself, once kneading her breasts through the coat and once playing with her clitty. It wasn't long before she discovered it was best not to think about last night--her hand twitched in her pocket, sliding its way out before she stopped it.
Just keep going, Miranda, she told herself. You'll be home before long and then you can spend some time in the shower and this will all be over. Who cares whose coat this is? They wouldn't have left you with it if it mattered. Maybe they'll call. A pinecone crunched under her feet in agreement.
Miranda walked for a few minutes more, but she was getting worried. Shouldn't she be there by now? A bird sang; a little one, she didn't recognize the kind, was chirping at her from a tree. It seemed to know where it was, at least. Miranda watched it hop from branch to branch before it flew up into the forest canopy and out of sight.
The collie looked around, her eyes starting to water, the tears cooling quickly in the winter air. Forest canopy? She was alone on the bike trail, god knows how far into the woods. She tried to tell herself she'd just set off heading the wrong direction from the park, a simple mistake, but it was a lie and she knew it. How could she not notice she was going the wrong way? What had happened to her last night?
Her hand was in her pants again, outside her panties this time, stirring the juice-soaked fabric over her sex, but what did it matter? There was no one here to object. The collie laughed bitterly to herself.
The cold air stung her lungs as she took deep breath after deep breath. She wasn't winded and had plenty of air, but Miranda didn't want to ask herself why she was doing it. She already knew the answer anyway. Her free hand rose remblingly to the coat and lifted it up, pressing the fabric right against her nose.
The collie moaned, a needy sound practically dripping with arousal, as she sank to her knees. The hand in her pants slipped out, then back in next to her fur, slipping two fingers deep inside as she inhaled breath after breath of the coat's musk. Miranda gripped the coat in her teeth, freeing that hand to slip down by the other one, wetting her fingertips with her own arousal before darting them up under the coat to toy with her nipples.
Maybe--hhahhh, ahhh--maybe if she took care of this, maybe it'd clear her head and she'd be able to go home. She rocked forward, moving both hands south and pressing her chest to the ground, needing her fingers deeper. Maybe all she needed was a good rutting. Her hands fell away, playing with her clitty instead, giving the cock room to slide inside her.
Oh god, she needed this, no question about it. The member felt so good, spreading her pussylips wide, slipping deep inside her, filling her in a way her fingers never could. Her tail was pulled forward a bit as a strong hand kneaded the base. She yelped briefly in surprised approval as a saliva-slicked finger began to circle her tailhole, teasing the back entrance as cock assaulted the main.
Miranda thrust back against the intrusions, rolling her hips as she moaned rampant lust. The side of her muzzle pressed against the dirt, forward and back, in time with the thrusting behind her. She never wanted it to be over.
Didn't she? Her eyes opened and she looked, really looked, for the first time since she'd knelt. The rocking of her body and the fire in her loins made her register that she was being fucked. She gasped, and the gasp became a moan when she realized she was not only being fucked but she was loving it. The thought made her pant, her eyes becoming glazed.
Miranda bit her lip, trying to keep her wits. She couldn't control her body; her hips rolled back wantonly no matter what she tried to do, her hand wouldn't stop playing with her clit, her tail wagged happily despite her best efforts. The pleasure was sucking her down, taking her back to last night--a burst of ecstasy made her yelp, she was so horny even the ground's pressure felt good on her tits. It was getting harder to think. What could she do? Her eyes were blurry, she wasn't looking at anything anymore, all her senses were focused on the fingers (plural? when had that happened?) in her tailhole and the thrusting in her cunny.
"Are you ready?" A voice asked.
Miranda heard her own voice, hot with lust, needy with... something else. "Not--uhhnn--not yet, deeper--hhunhhh, need, ahh, deeper."
"Concentrate on my voice." Whatever was left of the collie did so. "Let it take you deeper and deeper, back to last night, feel the way you did then, down, down, back to sleep. Your body needs this, your mind is just getting in the way." Miranda felt herself getting dimmer, farther away from herself, feeling only the pleasure again, not the forest or the ground or anything else, just the sex.
"Getting, ahhhh, getting closer!" Miranda heard her voice say. She sounded like it was true.
"That's it, you're almost there." The cock in her changed angles ever so slightly. "Just a little eeper." Suddenly, the fingers in her bum made a hook as the cock hilted itself in her and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her pussy spasmed, milking the intruder, wave after wave of mindless pleasure lapped over her soul as she ground her ass against the member.
Miranda shivered herself awake, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings. How long had she been laying on the ground, chest pressed into the dirt, ass in the air, pants around her ankles, her crotch-fur still matted with sex? She managed to think, before her brain fully processed her position, that it was fortunate she was dressed for the weather.
Katie moaned at nothing in particular. The rabbit swayed on her feet, eyes moving aimlessly, unfocused. She was standing in an alleyway, dressed in only an unusual metal crown, decorated with tiny wires and pumping little vials of some blue liquid into her head. She didn't know that. She didn't know much of anything at all.
She'd been there for an hour or so, occasionally gasping or making some other sound. Usually, she remained quiet. She'd have been there for another hour if not for the rock crumbling off the building above and landing square on the crown.
The rabbit stood up, shaking her head, clarity returning somewhat. "Where... where am I?" She mumbled. Her eyes roamed the area, too confused to be afraid, as she took in her situation.
Katie's fur had been dyed, replacing her normal mottled-brown with a perfect white. Her tits were bigger, too, and there was some sort of tag in her ear. She couldn't see that it read $26,999. Her clothes were gone, she was alone, and there was this weird thing on her head. A rock and a few bits of metal littered the ground around her. And because her mind was still barely awake, none of these things bothered her.
Katie's hands fumbled at the device, innately curious, while her brain reacquainted itself with thought. The hat seemed damaged; the rock had left a large dent in one side, and her hands came back with spots of some sort of blue liquid. She almost tasted it before some part of her brain warned her not to—instead, she wiped it on her chest.
And sighed. Not a big sigh, just a little one, but it wasn't from the liquid. Katie traced her hands gently over her chest, melting into her own touch in a way she'd never done before. It was more serene, more relaxing, somehow. She'd touched herself plenty of times—who hadn't?—but this... this was different.
She knew she was in a bad place, now, but it didn't seem to matter. Her little claws traced soft lines of bliss up her chest, around her breasts, down the insides of her thighs, anywhere she could reach. Katie was openly panting, now; tried to take one of her own pink nipples into her mouth but failed, then slid her hands over her pussylips until they were wet and used her fingers instead.
The rabbit gasped, sinking to her knees, as her fingers found her nipples, matting the soft downy fur of her breasts with her own juice. Dimly, she knew she was as wet as a porn star, but to her it was a compliment. The slick feel of her fingers on her sensitive nipples sent her to nirvana... Her fingers and thumbs rubbed, pinched, swirled around and around, the sensation sending Katie spiraling into her own pleasure.
She pressed herself gently back, leaning down under her own touch, until she was spread-eagled on the ground. Her hands were cupping her breasts, now; she kneaded the soft white fur with her fingers as her thumbs swirled over the nipples, sinking down and down, further into ecstasy. Soon, she was ready; soon, it was time.
Her hands lifted away, leaving her tits cold in the open air and stiffening her wet nipples even more. For a moment, she lay in anticipation, hands back against the ground, legs spread wide for no-one in particular, her lithe, sexy, flawless snow-white body on display for the alley, her puffy sex occasionally sending a drip of her arousal to the ground below.
Katie looked at herself, at this sexy stranger before her, and her pussy spasmed. A wave of deep, heartfelt desire washed through her, made her tits and ass and clit and pussy and mind tingle and throb. Images of Sapphic heaven with this strange sex-goddess pushed away all else in her mind. Her hands lowered her back to the ground.
Katie leaned forward just enough, rested her hands on her sex, felt her heat and wetness press against her skin, and sighed. This wasn't right, she knew. She should leave. But when she tried to get up, when she tried to leave this glorious monument to fucking untouched, untasted, unloved... she couldn't. Her fingers moved, caressing her lips as their partners slipped inside.
Waves of impossible pleasure floated through her, carried her up, higher and higher. She felt more than anyone naturally could, more than they should. Katie held her pussy lips open with one hand and pushed two, then three fingers in with the other, lazily, reverently. The fur on her fingers was slick; it looked delicious, but she was too caught up in the feeling to stop. Her open hand started massaging her lips, tickling her clit, adding to the sensation.
The rabbit was in heaven, there in the alleyway, among the debris and the rock. In and out went her fingers. In and out was her world. The cool breeze on her erect nipples sent shudders through her spine, to her soul. Her hips rolled, working on her fingers, in and out. She clenched on the out, vaginal muscles tugging slightly at her digits, creating delicious friction. She exhaled on the way in, feeling the amazing warmth of being full, feeling it so thoroughly and so completely that she wished it would never go.
Nothing mattered but the sex. The hat—crown, she knew—didn't matter. Medical school didn't matter. The abduction didn't matter. In and out was all that mattered. The rabbit sighed, eyes gently closed, head tilted forward, ears resting against her back, tits pushed out into the air, nipples proudly erect, juice trickling down her fingers, pussy wet and needy. Katie moaned passionately as she pressed her fingers in again.
Rose watched the screen, surprised by the beautiful colors and patterns she'd found in the subway tunnel. The collie swayed unsteadily on her feet, an empty grin on her face. The colors were so pretty.
Eventually, she realized something was wrong. Rose fought to look away, to free herself, but it was so hard to think; eventually she blinked and in that instant snapped her head to freedom. She slowly realized she was somewhere else; what's more, she felt good. Really good.
Rose sighed, her mouth hanging open in bliss. Her knees buckled slightly, pushing her puffy, dripping sex onto an eager muzzle; Rose looked down. A wolfess with a vacant expression was licking her like she was the most delicious thing in the world.
Hands clasped the sides of her head, made her look back at the colors. "No..." she tried to resist but was too far gone. She had just enough time to moan before the colors pulled her in. Rose fought to stay awake, but the feeling was her only lifeline; she was straight, but it felt so good. She needed the lifeline, didn't she?
The collie found herself rocking her hips, pleasure building inside her. Maybe the orgasm would wake her? The wolf kept licking. Rose bit her lip softly, waves of pleasure tiding through her...
Rose blinked, opening her eyes to the pussy in front of her. She grinned and gave the cat's netherlips a long, slow lick. It was the best thing she'd ever tasted.
Cassie puzzled over the box on the table. Paige hadn't talked to her since high school. Getting a package in the mail from her with no explanation was a little bizarre, but the first-class postage on the parcel was even stranger.
Cassie fumbled through a drawer for some scissors, lamenting briefly at how white her skin was and how she hadn't had a tan in ages. Why had that redheaded bimbo sent—
Huh. The box was open, now, and inside it, nestled in packing peanuts, was a black stone statue of a female cat-person-thing holding a little ankh. It looked old; very old, in fact.
Cassie picked it up gingerly, musing aloud. "Why would she send me this?"
"Hrn, a good question." Cassie jumped, dropping the statue back into the box. Slowly, she turned around. Behind her, dressed in gold and little else, was a life-size version of the statue. Dumbly, she noticed it even had the ankh.
"Wh... wha... what the hell are you?"
The cat made a funny noise, like a cough, but somehow Cassie knew it was a feline laugh. Her face reddened as the cat purred and stepped closer. "A goddess, Cassie." Gold hung over her impossible black-furred body in nets and strips, accenting her curves but covering nothing. The creature's face was only a few inches away from Cassie's; the cat's deep, green eyes searched into the human's, all the way to her soul.
"A goddess?" Cassie's mind churned. She remembered the ankh. "Isis?"
The cat laughed again. "No, dear. Bast." Bast's free hand gently brushed hair away from Cassie's face. "And I think Paige sent it because she knew I'd be pleased with you." Something about Bast's tone didn't sit right with Cassie.
"Look, I don't know how you broke into my house or why you're wearing that costume," that gorgeous and mostly nude costume, "but you need to leave now or I'll call the police."
Bast's eyes bored into hers. "Oh?" she sounded amused. Cassie held her stare unblinkingly, determined to show strength. "Why would you do that?"
"Because..." Cassie tried to concentrate. "Because you broke into my house and you're indecent." She finished proudly, looking deeper into Bast's eyes to drive the point home.
"Mrrr, but you brought me in, remember? And as for the other thing, my body doesn't bother you, does it?" She sidled closer, pressing her body gently against Cassies, her black-furred tits rubbing the human's shoulder. "Don't you like being this close to a goddess?" Cassie shuddered. She could feel the cat's purring vibrating into her and it made her pussy twitch reflexively—damn thing reminded her too much of her own toys.
She shook her head slightly, never breaking the stare, and pushed the cat away. "Ew! No!" No? "For one, I'm straight." Really? Cassie shook her head again. Yes, really. The reaction was just a response to the vibrations, nothing more. "And—wait. How could you be purring if you're wearing a costume?"
Bast purred louder.
"Oh... ohmigod." The cat grinned wickedly and nodded. "That's not what I meant! Just... what do you want? Please, leave me alone, I haven't done anything to you!"
"Not yet, but you will." Bast stepped forward again and Cassie was too scared to stop her. The goddess's hand moved forward; Cassie let out a soft gasp as the cat cupped her sex, the feline hand seeming to set her pussy on fire even through her clothes. Bast's eyes burned, bearing down on Cassie through their never-broken staring contest. "And it will be the best sex you've ever had."
Cassie moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head, finally breaking the spell, but it was too late. They were just words, but who said them and what they meant sank them down into her mind, digging in somewhere deep, becoming truth. This will be the best sex I've ever had.
Cassie yelped as Bast motioned with the Ankh, floating the human up onto the table, her clothes shredding off her, fluttering to the ground in forgotten scraps. Bast lept up after her, positioning the base of the ankh against her sex.
Cassie moaned plaintively when the cat grasped her chin, the soft fur almost tickling. "Please... don't..." Bast tugged gently, forcing the human to meet her gaze, but Cassie scrunched her eyes closed. The cat laughed again and the world turned to white lust. Cassie gasped, her chest heaving out and her eyes flying open; a deep, thrumming, tingling, warm, glorious thickness had pressed between her folds. This is the best sex I've ever had.
The ankh filled her, seeming to mold itself exactly how she needed it, pressing against her g-spot as one of the flanges massaged her clit, all the while radiating that delicious warmth through her loins, up to her breasts, all the way to her head. As her eyes gradually came back into focus, she noticed she was again locked in Bast's gaze. "Tell me the truth, pet. Do you enjoy this?"
Cassie tried to stop herself but her body wouldn't obey. It was too busy writhing in ecstasy. "Yes, yes! Oh god, yes!" The cat murred approval, then leaned forward, taking one of Cassie's nipples in her mouth and suckling it. Her purring only drove Cassie wilder, the delicious vibrations adding to the wet warmth of the cat's mouth.
The cat leaned back up, replacing her mouth with a hand, idly kneading Cassie's heaving breast, wanting to touch more but needing to let the ankh do its work. For her part, Cassie squirmed under the touch, trapped in heaven by the ankh. She should have cum long ago from the stimulation combined with the suggestion. She simply couldn't. "Why... why can't I? Neeeed..." She whined, hoping Bast would understand.
Bast looked her in the eye. "You know what you have to do, pet." I do? Bast grinned, then crawled up, putting her sex right in front of Cassie. I know what I have to do. The human closed her eyes and gave Bast a tentative lick, then another, driven equally by command and lust.
Cassie rubbed her eyes. She was on the couch, still dressed, if a little sore from the odd sleeping position. The woman sat up slowly as memory returned; a bizarre dream—it was the only possible conclusion. There was no such thing as Bast.
Cassie stood and stretched, noticing the box on the kitchen. That much, at least, had been real. Maybe Paige had laced the statue with some sort of hallucinogenic drug? That would explain it. It had all been so real, too real for a dream. Cassie shuddered—she could still remember the last thing Bast had said to her.
Her jaw went slack as the memory surged within her. The goddess had held the sides of her head, the green eyes filled her vision, the control washed over her. "I'll leave now, but if ever you lust after me, I will return and take you. Every time I do, you will become more mine." The words had settled on her soul like a coat, heavy and thick with truth.
Cassie shook her head. That was impossible. Just a dream, it had to be. It was the best sex I ever had. Cassie groaned—not that again.
It was true, though, wasn't it? Whatever that dream-ankh had meant, it filled her like no vibrator ever could, stimulated her deep inside, made her feel warm and hot and... Cassie sighed contentedly, sinking into the memory, when a pair of green cat's eyes appeared in her thoughts.
She tried to avoid thinking about them, but she could picture them as clear as day, and as she fingered herself to relieve the dream's tension her mind's eye kept drifting back. "So what? Oohh... So what if I like a dream I had?" Her fingers slipped in and out of her snatch, a pale imitation of Bast's attentions. "Hahhh... It's just a passing ‘thing', if I think it's hot there's nothing wrong with that. Who cares if I play the fantasy?"
Cassie made her decision. In her mind, she focused clearly on the green eyes. She shuddered as she felt the control settle back over her, sharper this time, easier to pick out now that she was used to it. Wait. Control? Cassie opened her eyes, but she could still see Bast's green stare. This time, however, it was attached to Bast herself, standing again in Cassie's home. "That was fast." The goddess was purring.
"Wh... oh nooo," Cassie whined. "Please, don't make me do—"
Bast shook her head gently. "If you didn't want me to control your will and fuck your body, you shouldn't have called me. But pet," Cassie swallowed, afraid of what was coming, "you do want me to control you and fuck you. What do you want me to do, pet?"
Slowly, Cassie's legs spread, displaying her glistening pussy for the goddess. I want Bast to control me and fuck me.