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Testing the Triggers For BlazingPelt By Draconicon

Jake was a regular at the Tipsy Tabby, a tavern that catered to a mostly feline clientele. There were others, of course, and there were rumors of mischief that went on in the backrooms that would put any cat to shame, but that was all they were. Rumors.

The gray, striped feline sat with his back to the rest of the room, sipping at a beer that had been gifted to him by the fox further down the bar. It wasn't the first time that he'd enjoyed a beer from the guy - Desmond, he thought the fox's name was - but the vulpine benefactor never came down to say hi, never explained why he was buying the beers in the first place.

Well, if he wanted to keep giving them, Jake would keep taking them. They were never roofied - he made sure of that - and it was a nice way to save money.

The cat hit the bottom of the bottle, then pushed it away. As the bartending calico took it away, however, Desmond finally stood up. It had never happened in his other visits, so Jake was rather surprised when the fox sat down beside him.

"So, been enjoying the beers?" Desmond asked.

"Yeah. You been enjoying watching me drink them?"

"Heh, not enough to balance out the cost, but yeah, a bit."

Up close, the fox was bigger than the cat had thought. While a tall fox was relatively rare, Desmond topped six feet easily, and that wasn't even including his ears. The fact that the cat was shorter than him rankled slightly, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Particularly since Desmond seemed more interested in slumping forward than flaunting his height.

The cat rolled his head around on his shoulders, cracking it twice before leaning back.

"Well, thanks for the beer, but -"

"Sit and Stay."

The way that the words were said, there was no missing the double capitals. More importantly, Jake sat down right then and there, his eyes widening as he shoved his ass right back into his stool.

"What the hell?"

"Heh. Shut and Up."

Desmond's words were enough to make his mouth sealed shut, almost like it was glued. The cat's eyes went wide, his fingers gripping at the edges of his mouth, trying to pull it open again. Nothing happened.

"Now, you're going to sit and listen for a minute. Not a lot of time before you're due out in the alley, after all."

"Mmmph?!"

"Yeah, you'll get a new owner then. Or, at least, someone that'll sell you to a new owner. God, hope you bring in enough money for that."

Money? Owner? What the hell was going on? He struggled to pull himself out of his chair, but whatever bullshit was going on, he was completely glued to it. He couldn't open his mouth, couldn't run -

"Calm and Down."

And suddenly, he was weak and tired, limp and relaxed on the chair. The cat leaned forward, slumping against the bar like some of the other drunks that had been working their beers for the last few hours. He struggled to pull his head up, but he just felt so...so relaxed...

"See, there you go. That's much better, isn't it?"

"Mmmph..."

"Now, listen carefully. Record and Repeat. 'I'm a good friend of Desmond, and I don't want him to get in trouble. I want to take his place as a fuck-toy that you can sell. I promise you, I'm doing this of my own free will.'"

"I'm a good friend of Desmond, and I don't want him to get in trouble."

The fuck? The fucking fuck?!

"I want to take his place as a fuck-toy that you can sell."

The hell is going on?! This isn't me. I'm not talking. This is not me talking right now!

"I promise you, I'm doing this of my own free will."

"Good, good. Now, remember that, and when I tell you to repeat that in the alley, make sure that you do it word for word. I don't care how much I'm in hock for with these guys, I'm not putting my ass on the line to make up for it. Not when there's schmucks like you around that I can hypnotize into doing it for more."

Jake couldn't believe what was happening to him. This had to be a dream. A nightmare. Something that he was just fantasizing about - hell, he'd had some pretty damn kinky fantasies - or something that was a joke after finally getting roofied. This...this...

No. This was real. He was stuck here, and his body wouldn't obey him. It would only obey the commands that it was given.

"Now, let's see if you'll obey some of those other commands, huh?" Desmond chuckled, his ears twitching. "I can't just sell them an untrained slave, after all."

"Mmmph..."

"Stand and Salute."

Suddenly, he was on the move again, his butt leaving the seat. His eyes opened a bit wider as he walked around his stool, thinking that this might be his chance.

Unfortunately...it wasn't.

He stood, alright, and then his cock joined him, jumping up in his pants so hard and so fast that it flung the zipper out of the way in the process. The bulge of his cock pushed his briefs through a hole in his jeans, forcing it forward, 'saluting' the bar and everyone in it.

Eyes turned to him, went by, then turned back in a double-take. More than a half-dozen men and as many women had already seen him, and most of them were gobsmacked, to put it lightly.

Oh god, oh god.

"Now, Undress to Impress."

And just like that, he was pulling his shirt off, dragging his pants down, standing in nothing but his briefs. His cheeks burned, but his hands were already going behind his head, his hips thrusting forward as if he was on a strip-show stage. No, no, this couldn't be happening. This couldn't be fucking happening!

"Sway All Day."

His hip-thrusts turned into a slow rotation, spinning in place, swaying his ass back and forth. Every time he moved, his cock seemed to slide against the front of his briefs, reminding him of how hard he was. By the time he finished his first rotation, his bulge was coated in pre-cum, dripping down onto the floor below him.

Fuck, fuck...oh god...oh god...

Starting to get legitimately turned on, the cat looked back at the fox, begging wordlessly for mercy. He didn't get it.

With a harsh unzipping sound, Desmond pulled out his cock, grinning widely.

"Suck and Slurp, boy."

Falling to his knees, Jake leaned forward towards the stiff cock that he was presented with. His mouth opened wide, his tongue stuck out. He got the first little droplet of pre on his tongue -

"Okay, you fuck boys. Time to get the hell out of here with this shit."

And just like that, a bull had him and Desmond both by the scruff of the neck.

"Out back with you both."

They landed with a thud on a pair of garbage bags, though Desmond, at least, still had his clothes. Jake had nothing but his briefs, and he blushed as he felt the messy slime of the garbage clinging to his fur as he stood up. He turned to run -

"Stand and Salute."

Only for Desmond to pull him back with a hard yank. He whimpered, his cock throbbing so hard, the head almost sliding through the y-slit at the front of his briefs. The fox grunted as he pulled himself out of the garbage as well, shaking his head.

"Well, that wasn't supposed to happen, but hey, at least they all work. Now."

The fox looked around, then nodded towards the back of the alley. Jake had no choice but to follow.

At the far end, a half-dozen crocodiles waited, all of them in smart suits, two of them holding guns. The guy in the middle, an older male with a more expensive looking tie, looked up at them.

"This the guy you were talking 'bout, Desmond?"

At a nudge from the fox, he found himself talking, talking without being able to stop.

"I'm a good friend of Desmond, and I don't want him to get in trouble. I want to take his place as a fuck-toy that you can sell. I promise you, I'm doing this of my own free will."

"Heh...that so, boy? Well...we can use someone like you. Brutus." The crocodile looked over shoulder, nodding at one of the gun-toters. "Get him a skirt, some panties. Maybe a thong, actually. Get him all girly and then send him down to Madame Suruno's. She'll get him bringing in the money before long."

"Yes, boss."

"Desmond, you're free to go...but if I find you stealing on my turf again, next time I'll put a bullet between your eyes instead of giving you this chance for mercy. Got me?"

"Yes, sir. I got you, sir."

The fox left, and Jake was left in the grip of the crocodile. He was pulled forward by his balls, his cock squeezed, and then turned around.

"Least we don't gotta pay extra for getting this one implants. He's got half of what he needs already, with an ass like this..."

"Boss, you wanna test out what this guy can do?"

"Yeah, yeah, I think I do. Alright, boi...Suck and Slurp..."

The End