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Teasing Turnabout

Carrie giggled as she looked down at the bed before her, and, more to the point, the powerful male figure lying down upon it.

Resting upon the bed, his dark furred body outwardly still and calm, Carrie could see the fevered passion burning in the panther's eyes. She could see how desperately he wanted to rise up from the bed and leap at her, dragging her into his arms where she would melt like butter in an instant. With his wrists bound over his head however, and tied in turn to the solid oak headboard of the bed, they both knew that this wasn't possible. For once, the buff feline male was entirely at her mercy.

Taking a step forward, smirking as the panther growled with anticipation, the female bunny reached down and plucked the small white square of card which had been propped up beside the panther off the bed. She held it up, cleared her throat, and read its contents out loud for the feline to hear.

"My dear wife. After the last couple of nights you'd spent with our mutual friend here, I thought maybe I should give you the chance to play a more active role. So tonight, I present you with this gift."

Pausing, Carrie glanced at the pretty pink bow affixed to the cords binding the panther's wrists. She giggled again.

"Our friend has agreed to behave, and not to so much as lay a finger upon you until you have told him what you wish him to do. How exactly you want him to take you, and please you, and ravage you for the remainder of the night."

The rabbit's cheeks flushed, as did the insides of her ears. Beneath the white cotton bathrobe which was all she was wearing, Carrie felt her thighs grinding together in anticipation.

"Simply give him his instructions and then unwrap your gift. Lots of love, and happy humping..."

Carrie sighed happily, holding the note to her chest as she glanced up at the panther once more.

"My husband. He's so..."

She cast her eyes towards the hotel room's ceiling, searching for the right word.

"...so... silly, if he believes I'm gonna fall for that."

Her already smiling face broke into a broad grin as the panther's eyes widened, and he tensed visibly upon the bed.

"Don't you think it's pretty obvious what's planned here? What he expects... what you both probably expect of me?"

Casting the note aside, Carrie's paws unfastened the cotton loop tying the front of her robe closed. She shivered in delight as it fell open, revealing her small, perky breasts and the soft furred mound of her pussy to the panther's hungry but still rather wide eyed gaze.

"Let me guess how this was gonna go. I'd spend five or ten minutes detailing exactly how tenderly I want you to pleasure me. How I want you to spend hours on foreplay, selflessly burying your muzzle between my legs, worshipping my clit, before finally sliding slowly, carefully into me and giving me the slowest, deepest and most romantic fuck of my life. The kind of fantasy I've talked about with my husband in bed, when we spoke about you and what you'd be like as a lover if you weren't so... beastly."

Padding up the length of the bed, Carrie ran her fingertips along the length of the panther's bound arms. Stroking at the soft fur upon his wrists where they were tied together and secured to the bed-frame.

"Then I'd let you go... and you'd spring your trap. The plan you'd had arranged with my darling husband all along. Not to listen to me. Not to obey my wishes, but to do exactly as you've always done. To use me, to make me scream longer and louder than I ever thought possible. To make me squeal and cum until I pass out from sheer exhaustion. Not fulfilling the fantasy I thought I wanted, but giving me what my body craves a thousand times over. Does that sound about right?"

The panther said nothing. He simply growled and nodded his head.

Carrie beamed with satisfaction.

"See... was telling the truth really that hard? Is it really so important to have the element of surprise on your side, when really all you need is here..."

She ran one paw down the length of the panther's body, pausing first over his heart...

"...and here."

...before continuing lower. Running her fingertips oh so lightly across the length of the panther's bare, already quivering thick pink erection.

"You see? You don't need surprise and control and power on your side to have a good time. I want you to feel good. I want you to want me. To need me. Just... in my way this time. Not yours."

Wrapping her hand around the throbbing feline cock, Carrie began to stroke and pump at the panther's hard-on. She licked her lips, blushing and shivering in excitement as the panther's growls grew deeper and more passionate. His hips bucked upward from the bed, and before long droplets of glistening pre-cum began to ooze forth and drool down the thick head of his shaft, onto the bunny's squeezing, stroking paw.

Then, as suddenly as she'd started, Carrie ceased her stimulation of the feline's cock. His eyes bulged anew, and he glared at the rabbit with a demanding grunt of desire.

"Of course... I suppose maybe I'm being a bit too cruel. Expecting you to totally change just for me. Asking you to give up your way of doing things. All that teasing and control, it does have its upsides after all. I mean... I don't think I need to tell you at this point how much I've enjoyed our time together. How much you've opened me up to this whole new world of dominance and power through pure, focused pleasure."

The rabbit seemed to stop and think for a moment, still smiling, but her overall expression rather pensive.

"So, let me give_you_ the choice. Do you really want tonight to be all about dominance, control, and teasing after all?"

Huffing, shivering and trembling with desire, his now untouched cock still drooling hungrily, the panther gave an urgent, definitive nod.

Carrie shrugged, grinning from ear to ear.

"Alright then. But don't say I didn't warn you. We could have had a wonderful, romantic and oh so fun night together as equals. But now, just like you said, it's all gonna be one sided. One of us totally in control, and the other... well... not."

With a bashful wink, Carrie slipped out of her robe. The soft white cotton falling to a heap upon the bedroom floor and leaving the bunny totally nude. Murmuring happily, the rabbit stepped forward and scrambled up onto the large double bed, shuffling over so that she was lying right beside the panther's bound form and gently lowering herself down flat on her back. Propping her head up higher than the panther's own upon a stack of pillows, Carrie raised her legs, bent at the knee, and parted them to expose her bare, snowy furred pussy. With one eye fixed upon the feline male, observing his every excited but still slightly confused look, Carrie reached down between her thighs and shuddered in delight as with one paw she spread the lips of her pussy open, and with the other delved within to begin teasing and exploring herself.

The panther could do nothing but stare and whimper in stunned arousal as right beside his still bound body, Carrie started to touch herself. To just gently stroke and caress at her soft pink flesh at first, but rapidly becoming more confident and brazen in the targeted application of her touches as her nether regions began quickly to flush and moisten with arousal.

"Oh... ohhh..."

Groaning with delight, Carrie grazed her clit between index and middle finger of one paw as the digits of the other began to caress and tease at her vaginal opening. Her back arched slightly, and a breathless whine escaped her as soon after she felt two of those fingers pushing into her. Penetrating, beginning to slowly, rhythmically fuck her pussy while the clitoral stimulation of her other hand intensified. All the while she watched the panther out of the corner of her eyes, enjoying the ever more horrified expression upon his face as the reality of what was happening began to dawn upon him. His anguished arousal as he realised that she, not he was going to be the one doing the teasing and controlling tonight. His fear, and his overwhelmed excitement as the bunny began to masturbate in earnest, while he was left utterly incapable of stimulating his own needy, swollen erection.

For Carrie, the minutes flew by, while for the feline male lying beside her they dragged on for an eternity. The bunny whimpered and shook like a leaf upon the bed as with shameless urgency she fucked herself with her fingers, her eyes increasingly settled not upon the panther's flushed face but upon his throbbing, dripping cock. She bit at her bottom lip, not with a desire to hold back her cries but simply as a way to relieve some more of the unbearable pressure building between her legs. Her hips jerked wildly, humping up against the thrusting of her paw and the fevered grinding of yet more fingers against her now engorged and stiffened clit.

"F-feels so good... oh god, k-kitty cat... please. Fuck me."

Her voice was so high and shrill with pleasure, even the panther himself didn't know if she was simply taunting him or if her pleas were genuine. The way she was staring so hungrily at his cock seemed to imply the latter, but if that was the case then why not act?! Why simply lie there plunging her fingers so furiously into herself when the very object of her fantasy was so close by, willing and eager to accept even the most brief touches of any part of her body.

Arching her back, nipples painfully erect upon her heaving chest, Carrie felt herself approaching the point of no return. She held nothing back, pushing herself to the very limits as her fingers jabbed feverishly at her sensitive innards and her other paw pummelled her clitoris with furious focused stimulation. She was going at herself every bit as hard as the panther ever had, possibly more so. And that was the point! Showing him precisely what he was missing out on, replicating and fantasising all about him, but without giving the normally all powerful feline male the slightest shred of control or satisfaction. This orgasm wasn't because of him, fantasies aside. It wasn't for him, and he had no say over when or how it happened.

It was all for Carrie. All for the bunny to indulge in and enjoy when and how she chose.

" Yes!"

With a single, mind-numbingly desperate shriek of euphoria, Carrie climaxed. She jerked her fingers out of herself sharply, legs kicking out and toes curling as a jet of her ejaculatory juices sprayed out across the bedding between her legs. Her body writhed and shuddered, fresh grunts and whimpers escaping her lips in mindless ecstasy as she manipulated her clit throughout the furious pulsing, clutching spasms of her orgasm. The rabbit's ears and her whole face flushed a deep crimson, her tuft of a tail twitched and quivered with glee, and her wide, glazed eyes shone with overwhelmed delight.

The panther, meanwhile, could only stare in jealous, desperate longing. Watching, hearing, feeling the bunny cumming so hard and so fiercely right by his side, but incapable of sharing in her bliss in any way other than with impotent voyeuristic envy.

In the wake of her orgasm, Carrie rolled over onto her side with a happy shiver. One of her paws lingered between her legs, cupping her damp, sensitive nether regions protectively as the other lifted itself towards the panther. She placed her moist, glistening fingers before his muzzle, giggling as he inhaled her rich scent and his cock strained urgently.

"Could you clean me up? I'd do it myself... but, well, cumming that hard has made me pretty tired."

A deep, savage snarl escaped the feline male. He snapped his teeth together threateningly, shaking his head without a word. The rabbit didn't appear the slightest bit nervous at his tantrum however, simply giggling and tapping him firmly on the tip of the nose with her damp, sex-stained paw.

"Now now, none of that. I'm just asking for a little favour. And who knows how grateful I'll be if you do this for me. I might even set you free."

Eyes narrowing with suspicion, the panther growled once again. He knew that there was nothing whatsoever keeping Carrie from doing what she'd suggested, but at the same time it was certainly the best chance of freedom he'd been offered thus far.

With his cheeks flushing slightly pink beneath his soft black fur, the panther extended his tongue beyond the reach of his sharp teeth, and lapped gently at the extended paw before him. The taste of feminine juices, sweet and slightly musky, filled his muzzle instantly. Again his cock began to throb and pulse with urgent excitement, and rather hurriedly he began to lick and slurp at the bunny's hand with gusto.

Soon the rabbit's hand was clean, and she swapped paws to have her other fingers bathed by the panther's rough tongue. Only then did she scramble up from where she was lying upon the bed, and with a knowing giggle as she saw the male's eyes widening, moved to straddle her lover's face. Carrie hovered mere millimetres over the panther's muzzle, shivering with delight at the feeling of his hot, panting breath washing over her still slick pussy. She glanced down over her breasts, and smirked at the slight of the panther's wide, desperately excited eyes not looking back up at her, but clearly fixated on the anatomy hanging precariously over his nose and mouth.

"Well?"

She spoke with a tone of expectation, playing up her role of the dominant partner to its full extent.

"What are you waiting for, a written invitation? Get cleaning."

It seemed almost as though the panther had in fact been awaiting permission to begin, for no sooner had the words escaped Carrie's lips, her breath was stolen away in a heady murmur of pleasure as the male's rough tongue instantly began to lap rhythmically at the full extent of her crotch. He licked firmly at every inch of flesh and fur within his reach, sweeping up the residual moisture of Carrie's past arousal and even a few droplets of what might well have been fresh desire. The panther could feel the bunny trembling around him, and before long her crotch was riding his maw rather than floating just above it. Indeed even though her thighs were beginning to close in, tightening her grip upon his head, the feline's sharp ears could still pick up Carrie's voice over the sounds of his own lewd slurping. Her tender words urging him to continue, and with ever increasing frequency fresh, re-energised moans of pleasure.

"A-ah... just a little more. Just a little cleaner. G-good kitty... clean my pussy. L-lick it. More. Ohh, m-more."

The panther seemed less surprised by Carrie's renewed arousal than the rabbit herself. He seemed to know what was happening, gradually stepping up the intensity of his actions and the rate at which he allowed his tongue to either lash at the bunny's clit, or push itself inside her to slurp at her quivering innermost walls.

Carrie meanwhile kept clinging to the idea that she was just letting the panther clean her, even though she was fooling neither herself nor the male lying beneath her. She couldn't believe how quickly she had found herself ready again, after such an intense masturbatory orgasm. Couldn't understand how she found herself so horny, so desperate to let the panther continue even though this was only supposed to be a little bit of fun foreplay. Was it just him? Being with him, around him that made her feel this way? Or was it something else. The power. The control that she had seized from this powerful predator? Whatever the reason, this wasn't just a little test of the panther's obedience any longer.

"M-mhhh...."

The panther's cock drooled with excitement as he felt his lover's pussy beginning to contract and quiver around his tongue. As her cries began to fill the hotel room once again, and rapidly, shamelessly she began to rise towards yet another crest.

"Good kitty... ohhh g-good little kitty cat. Keep going. J-just a little more. You're gonna m-make me... I... I'm going to... a-ah! Ahhh!"

Shaking violently from her position astride the panther's muzzle, hands clenched tightly by her sides and head tossed back in a fevered shriek, Carrie came again. Another flood of her juices soaked the big cat's face, and in a matter of moments all the work he'd done to clean the bunny's crotch and thighs was undone by his own tongue's deeds.

After almost twenty further seconds of squealing, shuddering and moaning in bliss, Carrie felt herself floating back to reality. The bunny giggled, gazing down once more at the glazed, lust-stricken eyes of the panther.

"T-that was... wow. I think that m-maybe, I might have to find some way to say thank you."

Peeling herself away from the panther's face, glancing back at him and giggling at the rather matted, sodden fur around his muzzle and cheeks, Carrie crawled down the length of the bed on all fours. With her tufted tail twitching in delight, she drew closer and closer to the panther's rigid cock. Her face edged towards it until they were practically touching, eyes wide and drinking in the sight of its engorged tip throbbing and dripping with desire.

"O-oh god..."

To both the panther and indeed the rabbit's own amazement, Carrie felt one of her hands creeping down between her legs as she observed the feline cock up close. Touching herself greedily, shamelessly even after a double dose of orgasmic pleasure practically back to back.

"You look like... l-like you really need to cum. Huh?"

Stating the obvious to an extreme, the bunny glanced up the bed towards the panther's face. His eyes bulged, but rather than growling in frustration, he simply nodded.

"So... if I were to ride you?"

Carrie bit down on her lip, whimpering as her fingertips teased at her swollen, already well worked clit.

"If I wrapped myself around you like I never wanted to let go... y-you'd like that?"

Now the panther growled. Not in frustration, but in desire alongside yet another frantic bout of nodding.

The bunny swallowed heavily, squirming as she pulled her paw away from her crotch and raised herself up onto her knees. She shuffled closer and closer to the feline male's crotch, her eyes fixated upon his now hungrily, eagerly twitching shaft. Both of the pair felt their breath catching in their throats, rapt with anticipation as once more Carrie raised one leg, ready to swing herself around and straddle the panther's crotch.

From the far side of the room, where Carrie had dumped her clothes earlier that evening before showering and wrapping herself up in one of the hotel's cotton robes, the chimes of a facetime call began to ring out. Both Carrie and the panther's eyes widened in shock and momentary horror, but while the feline's anguish continued, Carrie's face burst into a mirthful grin as with a squeak of delight she leapt off the bed, away from the panther, and dashed over to grab her phone.

Sure enough, it was her husband calling. No doubt to check up on her and how his and the panther's plan was going.

She accepted the call, beaming as her husband saw her smiling face rather than the big cat's mischievous grin, and he reacted with surprise.

"O-oh. Hi honey."

Carrie giggled.

"Hi sweetie. You sound surprised to see me."

The male rabbit glanced down off screen, doubtlessly checking the time.

"No. I just... I wasn't sure you'd answer. I thought you might be, uh..."

Again Carrie snorted with laughter, finishing her husband's sentence for him as she turned the phone around and gave him a full on view of the bound, captive panther.

"...tied up? No, sweetie. Not me. But look, your friend is visiting again! Only this time... we're playing by my rules."

Though she couldn't see her husband's face any more, the screen of the phone still facing the panther, Carrie could hear the surprise, but also the amusement in his voice.

"Oh. Oh wow... you clever thing. So, you figured out our plan, huh?"

Carrie smirked, murmuring in agreement.

"Mmhmm, sure did."

Her husband paused for a moment, obviously looking at something in particular from the bashful way he cleared his throat. Then, with a chuckle of his own, he spoke up again.

"Our friend looks, uh... pretty excited. You've been treating him well, then?"

Finally turning her phone back to face her, looking her husband in the eye once more, Carrie shrugged.

"I dunno about that. He's certainly treated me well. Twice already, in fact. But him... well, I was just about to treat him, when you called."

From the bed, the panther growled loudly. Apparently the sound carried down the phone, because Carrie's husband's cheeks flush, and his ears twitched nervously.

"R-really? Oh. Well... m-maybe I should let you get back to, uh, that."

With yet another warm giggle, the female bunny nodded.

"Yeah, I think that might be best. Otherwise I get the feeling he'll be wanting us both tied up and at his mercy."

An even brighter flush crossed the male rabbit's cheeks, and in his nervous excitement he let his tablet slip from his hands. Tumbling through the air, Carrie caught a brief glimpse of her husband's lean stomach, and a very tented pair of... her eyes widened. Had those been her laced pink panties?!

The tablet hit the floor a moment later, and the call ended abruptly.

"Well..."

Carrie sighed, rolling her eyes as she replaced the phone atop her discarded clothes.

"...that sort of killed the mood, huh? I think I'm gonna go take a shower."

From the bed, a frantic yelp escaped the panther.

"N- No!"

The rabbit's face burst into a devilish grin, and she pointed at the feline male in triumph.

"Ha! I knew that would loosen those lips of yours. I knew you could do more than roar and growl and... lick."

Bounding back over to the bed and pulling herself back onto it, Carrie was sitting astride the panther's crotch in a matter of seconds. With a determined grin, she angled herself carefully and began to descend. Not impaling herself upon the panther's member, but settling down so that her pussy's inflamed lips were embracing it. She pinned the male's cock between their two bodies, and wiggled playfully, the two of them moaning in mutual desire.

"But that's real progress, y'know? Actually speaking, not being all Mr Grumpy Puss. That earns a treat for a kitty cat."

Again she wiggled, sliding herself forward along the panther's shaft and then slipping back again; grinding herself against him and massaging the length of his cock in the process. The big cat's eyes bulged, and he groaned in joyous relief. His groan was much louder, however, and much more desperate, when just a second or so later the rabbit fell still once more.

"But if the cute kitty cat wants a big treat... the biggest, in fact, one word isn't enough. I need you to say something to me."

The panther whimpered, nodding hurriedly, awaiting the rabbit's command. At this point, with pure ecstasy so close, he would have stood upon his head and danced a jig if that was what it took to have Carrie wrap her tight pussy around his cock.

"Tell me that the big kitty cat needs to cum."

Though his cheeks flushed brighter, the panther nodded obediently.

"I... I need to cum."

Carrie frowned, shaking her head.

"No no. Repeat what I say exactly. The big, cute, horny mew needs to cum so badly."

The panther hesitated for a moment, eyes flashing rebelliously. Thankfully his cock intervened, throbbing urgently and reminding him the high stakes for which he was struggling.

"T-this big, c-cute... horny mew, needs to cum. So badly."

Carrie squirmed with glee, drawing another moan of pleasure from the long denied panther as she shifted upon his shaft. Playfully, she cooed down at the broken, obedient male.

"Now... oh sweet pretty bunny lady, ride my big kitty cock."

Groaning with ecstasy at the mere idea, the panther hurriedly echoed Carrie's words.

"Sweet, p-pretty bunny lady. Ride my... m-my big kitty cock. Please."

Beaming from ear to ear, Carrie clapped her hands together with pride.

"Oh my. A please and everything, without even being asked. Such a good kitty."

With that, as if it was the easiest thing in the universe, the rabbit reached down between her legs and lifted herself off the panther's shaft for a moment. She grabbed the base of his cock, and guided its drooling, pulsing tip to the moist, eager entrance of her pussy.

Carrie looked down at the panther, his face a mess of matted, pussy-juice stained fur and wide, pleading eyes practically brimming with eager, joyous tears. She smiled warmly, leaned forward, and kissed him tenderly upon the tip of his nose.

A split-second later she thrust her body backwards, and buried the panther's aching, needy cock deep inside her pussy.

"O-oh god!"

There was no way to prepare. This was far from the first time Carrie had been spread wide open by the panther's sizeable shaft, but still it shocked her with just how completely it stuffed her insides. With the way it plucked and teased at every conceivable inch of her inner walls, and the way its organic throbbing seemed to trigger an automatic countdown inside her loins, screaming alarms telling every other part of her mind, body and soul that before long she would be helplessly and mindlessly shrieking in orgasm.

The bunny barely even remembered that she was in control and that the panther was bound to the bed, incapable of controlling their love-making by any means other than the gyration of his hips. It never even occurred to her to pace herself, her knees bouncing her wildly up and down upon the panther in a manner every bit as intense, perhaps even more so, than how he had always driven himself deep into her.

Within seconds the room was filled with their combined roars, grunts, squeals and shrieks of pleasure. Within minutes Carrie was beating her fists wildly against the panther's strong chest, screaming like a banshee as a cataclysmic orgasm tore through her already over-sensitive body. And soon after that, very soon after in fact, with the bunny already bucking and bouncing upon the panther again, forcing herself to carry on, every inch of motion provoking stimulation like a new orgasm in itself, she could feel the panther trembling. Every cell of his body shaking violently as at long last his pent up, painfully swollen balls readied themselves for release.

"C-cum in me!"

Carrie didn't know why she uttered that scream. There was no chance she was going to give the panther the option to cum anywhere else, after all, but it was as if she wanted him to know how much she needed this. Not just his orgasm. Not just his relief. But for that orgasm to be hers. Claimed, owned, cherished by her alone.

"Yes... yes. Oh god, d-do it. Do it, kitty... cum. Cum for me! Yes!"

By Jeeves