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Forced to Dom for Ra'Zim by Draconicon

"Come on, can't we do this tomorrow? I don't feel up to using you today."

Zack hated saying it, considering how much he knew his pet deer enjoyed getting taken hard and reminded of his place, but the jaguar just didn't feel up to domming Zim right at that moment. For that matter, he hadn't felt like doing it for a few days, and the bits of energy he'd expended trying to make it happen had only led to mediocre sessions at best, and a disappointing one yesterday.

He hated that he couldn't deliver, but it was part of the problem of having two switches in a relationship with each other. They sometimes hit a point where they were both feeling subby, and there wasn't much they could do.

The jaguar turned away from the rabbit-eared deer, looking back at the television rather than at his boyfriend's begging eyes. The last thing he needed was to have Zim making him feel guilty for something that he couldn't control. He had tried, and he would try in the future, but right now -

"Zaaaack."

"I told you, I can't."

"Zack, can you just -"

"Zim, I said no. Will you just -"

"Just look over here for a minute?"

Rolling his eyes, he turned, planning to indulge his boyfriend for a moment before going back to the television.

Instead, what happened was that he came face to feet with Zim's raised feet. In addition to his rabbit ears, Zim had rabbit feet, too, and they were so big that they utterly flooded the jaguar's vision. He groaned, pulling his head back, but as Zim started to wave his feet from side to side, heels against the jaguar's legs, he couldn't help but stare.

They continued to sway back and forth, his eyes following them as they were just so...big, so hard to look away from. They took up every bit of his conscious mind, and he felt his head begin to turn back and forth with them.

"What...what are you doing, Zim?"

"I'm giving you a hand. Or, well, a foot, I guess."

"With what?"

"Well, you said that you weren't feeling it, so maybe I can give you a hand."

"Thanks, but I don't think looking at your feet - sexy as they are - is going to make me feel more dominant."

"Just trust me, Zack. Keep looking at them, keep following their slow sway, and listen to me ramble on."

"Ramble -"

"Hush. Just keep watching, just keep listening."

Shrugging, Zack leaned back a bit to watch as the deer's rabbit feet swayed back and forth, back and forth. It wasn't like he was missing much on TV, anyway; the stuff playing was all re-runs that he had seen before, and if this worked, it'd be kind of nice to get something fun to do rather than the same ho-hum that he was expecting.

His eyes were slowly closing as he kept watching, though not in boredom. More in...he didn't really know. Like he was getting more relaxed, getting a bit tired, but not so much that he couldn't stop watching. He just needed to keep his eyes here, not looking away, not being bothered by anything else. Zack didn't mind that. It was...fine. It was good. Just like Zim was telling him.

Back and forth, back and forth the toes went, and slowly his eyes narrowed even further, his head slowly stopping its back and forth wanderings. He didn't have to really follow them, just keep focusing on them as they swung back and forth, back and forth, each repetition making it all the harder to keep his attention anywhere else. It was just needed there, on the deer's feet. Let him just sink down, enjoy the small show, and just relax. So that was just what he did, watching and relaxing.

As he sunk down, he slowly became aware of what his boyfriend was saying, hearing the words sliding into his head. They were slowly coming up, and by the time that he understood what was being said, it was at least ten seconds after it had been said. The jaguar felt his head tilt to the side, but he never looked away as the words filled his head.

"There's no need to worry, no need to think as you watch the show. Just a simple sight, not even worthy of thought, not even worthy of thinking about. Just let your mind go blank, since there's no need for it. There's no need to think while you watch my feet, so just let it go. Let it go, and let it empty. Your mind getting so very quiet, so very blank, so very empty as you listen to my words.

"The emptier your mind, the better you feel. You don't have to worry about anything. Just keep watching my feet, keep watching the simple, plain show, as your mind empties of all thoughts and worries. No plans, no worries about doing something wrong, no worries about not getting what's happening. It's all gone. It's all somewhere else, leaving your mind totally blank, and totally open."

Yeah, that wasn't too hard. He could just let everything go, but to his surprise, he already had. Everything was out of his head, and he had only a few seconds to feel surprise before that was gone, too. What was there to feel surprise over, for that matter, when there was nothing there to think about?

The jaguar kept staring, even as he felt his mouth slowly unhinge, drooling slightly over his chest as he kept watching the swaying feet. And then there were the words again, words coming to him in echoing, slow form.

"You are...falling so deep...slipping from...and...-ral...becoming...-"

The words were so quiet, so echoing, that he couldn't feel what was happening. But he did realize how uncomfortable he was. The jaguar slipped forward, moving from a seated position to something on all fours. He didn't really get up, nor did he look away from those swaying feet. He just felt that he needed to get more comfortable, folding his hands under himself as well as his legs, like the cat he was.

They swayed back and forth, drawing him closer and closer as his ears twitched, his tail swaying to match the swinging feet. They were so all-encompassing, so big, so large, that there was no way that he could look away. They were his entire world, and the voice that echoed in the back of his head was their only accompaniment.

"Let it go...let yourself go...let all thought disappear...and let your instincts take over..."

He barely knew what the voice was talking about, but it was the only thing he could think to do. After all, what was the last stuff in there for? He wasn't using it. He could afford to get rid of it and do something else.

As he let it go, as it all seemed to slide out of him, the jaguar started to purr. He rolled onto his side, his arms and legs - no, forelegs and hindlegs - spilling out in front of him. He kicked absently a few times, feeling uncomfortable in the weird things that tied his body up. Rolling against it, he leaned his head down, biting at the strange material that held his body down, keeping it from moving right.

Deer arms reached over, and he held back the urge to bite at them as they pulled the strange things off of him. The feeling of air reaching his skin and fur again made him purr once more, and as he was left naked - as a jaguar should be - he sprawled out once more, enjoying the feeling of having his freedom back.

Then those hands reached down to his sheath, tugging on it and pulling it up and down. The jaguar groaned as he was tugged and stroked until his sheath emptied itself, his cock pressing against his belly. He snarled, but almost inquisitively, at the deer that had done this to him.

In seconds, the deer was as naked as he was, presenting his ass at the other end of the comfortably, padded thing in the middle of the room. The jaguar rose on all fours, crawling towards the deer's rump, and sniffed at it.

Not female, the jaguar thought, but it didn't do anything to make his cock go down. If anything, the sight and scent of the clean ass seemed to send even more life to his shaft. The jaguar groaned, moving a bit closer, and then a bit closer still as he rose up on his hind legs, pulling his forelegs around the deer's body.

It was strange to think of mating with a male, and a deer male, at that, but the big cat needed his release. He needed something to ease the throbbing down below. The voice buzzing in his head, the sounds, they were no longer recognizable, but they filled him with the same need. He needed to mate - to fuck, whatever that was - and this creature was the only thing for as far as he could smell that was around for it.

He growled as he humped forward a few times, the tip of his cock sliding off of the deer's ass cheeks as he missed the mark a few times. It took the creature's paw to guide him to the right place, but as soon as he reached it, he slid in with a hard thrust, growling and purring contentedly at the same time.

And as soon as he made it in, he was off. No matter what the deer thing under him was saying, it had a hot hole, and his cock could fit in it. The jaguar had all it needed to know, and he was going to use him as hard as he could. Growling under his breath, he nibbled on the thing's big ears as he humped and humped and humped, fucking it good and hard. He laid his forepaws down on the deer's shoulders, keeping it in place for the fuck, and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of his cock pounding into that hot hole.

Zim grinned to himself as he realized just how good the hypnosis had worked. His master was well into his feral state, thinking of nothing but fucking and showing his dominance. He doubted that this would end anytime soon, but that was the whole point. He needed Zack to use him and get all dominant, and if this was the way that he had to make it happen, well, he'd do it again happily.

He did, however, wonder how long it would be until Zack did something like this back at him. After all, it would only be a matter of time until he was the one on the top that didn't think he could do much mastering.

Well, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it, and in the meantime, enjoy the hard humpings he was getting.

The End