Dragon Shell, Free For Use

** ~~~Chapter 1~~~ **

Coming back from a brief grocery run to his comfortable apartment, Tommy shook the worst of the mucky drip from his shoes off outside his front door before entering. Walking over to the kitchen area, he took his time unpacking the nice smelling, freshly baked bread and the vegetables that would make for a good lazy day dinner. It was such a contrast to come in from muggy, foggy weather and its smog, to an air conditioned, clean, dry apartment in the higher end of middle income. The constant rain and dark weather outside was another reason for anyone who could afford to, to stay in their homes or posh offices.

While he was busy turning the ingredients into a meal, he bent his neck forward to plug in a small device into the debug port of his mind implants. It was part of the human's routine to run an antivirus check every so often, just in case some of the little fish he was after managed to send something nasty back. He thought, like several times before, that he might actually already be caught and now living inside a simulation, but shrugged it off as he thought, "If this is a simulation I'm stuck in, it's a pretty good one. I like this life. Could do with a better body, but one can't have everything, I suppose."

Tommy knew just how tricky people could be with new hacks and flaws showing up as constantly in the implants as it was in desktop computers from long ago, especially as he kept up to date to buy new exploits before patches were sent out to the main populace. There would always be lazy or poor people who couldn't keep their fancy upgrades updated, but they were rare finds, few and far between.

He had the same level implants as those who could pay for a full upgrade did, with full sensory input and output. The best ICE he could afford to keep anyone else from getting back into him. It might not be perfect, but it would at least - usually - give him enough warning to pull out if someone were to crawl back over the link. The wired implants went through the body to all nerve clusters and muscle groups, also like a spider web through his brain, enabling him to record and replay, besides fully feeling what it was to be linked to someone else. His own implants came with a read only hardwired switch, so that he could be reasonably sure that some of the small fish he went for couldn't put anything permanent in him. Of course, that meant that a lot of his short term memory was in separate storage, so he had to allow a little of each in to know what it was he had lying offline. The switch might even be something he only thought he had done, if he was already trapped. It was all the same to him, he was not interested in psychoanalysis anyway, only the results.

When ready and had chowed his meat salad dinner down, he sat back in his relaxing chair and readied himself for a long night. Jacking in an IV needle in an arm for hydration and energy, and popping in a catheter - he had become fairly good at it by now - to keep from having to take bathroom breaks, his body then went limp as his mind was now browsing through the net, leaving the human body to just breathe and keep a heartbeat.

In the virtual interface, he flipped through a number of personals and for hire ads, settling on one in particular. A cute looking cheetah boy, maybe in his twenties, that noted he was available for some soft play. Excellent, just the kind that would need a little extra cash in return for taking someone else's hangover at a party night.

Tommy moved on to contact the boy. When Talat responded, he saw a wolf avatar that was okay to look at, but definitely fake, just like one notices how dead the eyes look or the jerky movement of computer generated characters in a game. Talat did not mind, however, as he was not going to meet the client in person ever, either way.

"Hello there. What can I help you with today?" asked the cheetah.

Tommy, the fake wolf, replied "If you're up for it, I would just like to go on a bar cruise for the evening. Mind a few free drinks? As you are probably used to by now, the rental fee will include any purchases made, as well." Tommy's mouth twitched a little in a small grin, as he thought of how easy it was to be completely anonymous in this age. His rental boy could do anything, and it would only show up on the boy's credit record, not Tommy's own. Another proxy puppet would then pay the feline, making for a long and complicated mess to go through to find the sneaky devil behind it all.

Talat said, "Oh, uh, I'm fine with that. I've got tests in a week, but if it's only for a night then I don't mind. That's plenty of time for me to chug down some water:" He tried sounding as perky as he could to lure in the client, even if he really needed to cram for the test instead. But, there were school fees, and money is money.

"Wonderful," said the wolf over the commlink, "I'll be sure to have you back by late night, or morning at the latest. Fee added for any hour over what time we agree on, naturally."

The cheetah was already setting up the link on his side, preparing to connect to another user, and setting a timer for when the link should be cut, along with a notice to pop up for both of them an hour in advance, to negotiate prolonging the rental.

"Sure thing. Mmm, do you have anything special in mind? If it's just bar crawling, no problems. I'm ready when you are."

Tommy sent over the payment for renting Talat's body until 2AM that night, through another proxy host he was intermittently connected to. It was always good to keep a little legal distance between oneself and potentially frazzled users.

"Right you are.. Here I come," the human said and initiated the link on his side, suddenly feeling his flesh-body and awareness float away, and literally, through the mind link, being the cheetah. He could feel the fur, the texture, the new sense of smell, his tail that he could twitch. As he stroked himself softly over the chest he talked to Talat. "I think this will be just fine. You're quite the looker, aren't you?"

Talat could still reply over the comm link, even if he now had no control over his body, like a back seat driver. He could only feel what was being done to his body, such as the touch to his own chest, but all motor functions were controlled by the 'wolf' on the other end, and such tactile experiences were also fed back to Tommy. "Well.. thanks, I guess. I try to keep in shape. Enjoy the ride, huh?" he sent over the link, whilst the feline body kept perfectly quiet and kept petting itself.

Tommy positively grinned to himself as he felt he had caught a nice, fresh fish, not already burned by abusive users. "I'm sure I will. Let's head on out. You can take a back seat and just enjoy the ride," he sent to the cheetah.

The feline then got up and took a look around the room, seeing it a bit dingy and loaded down with academic books and laundry all over the floor. He hid his scorn from Talat, only letting a little feeling of joy come through. While the cat might think it was because of the novelty of having a new body, Tommy was more examining the room to figure out his host's standing, to be able to judge how far they could be pressed.

Rummaging through his wardrobe for something suitably skimpy but not too twinkish to wear, Tommy examined all the clothes as they were new to him for this particular host. He selected a pair of full length slim jeans and a baggy t-shirt that draped down over the pants, semi rave style. Once dressed, he went for the door and, using Talat's memory, keyed in the security lock before leaving the small apartment.

The cat chose to walk to the club district, as Tommy liked getting a feel for his new body before putting it to good use. He walked bare pawed, but so did many others so it did not attract special attention. It was a nice feeling for the human to feel how a feline's paw sensed the slick wetness on the sidewalk, the occasional pebble or unidentifiable slimy thing, and just how the mild wind and drizzle went through the kitty fur.

A few blocks further down was a decently large club to experiment with and see if it was worth the time. The cheetah walked inside, met by a thumping bass line of music, flashing lights, a group of mixed furs and humans doing what passed for dancing these days. He did not have to, but he went to the bar first to get a little liquid courage in the form of a beer. Tommy did not want to seem out of place as he surveyed the clientele, but also not getting his host body incapacitated by too much alcohol.

Leaving the bottle half full (or emptied), he made his way to the dance floor, slinking up to a good looking horse much larger than the cheetah. "Hey, big guy. You busy with someone besides me?" he said with a small smile, making up for the bad pick up line by starting to dance in rhythm, showing off his slinky runner cat's physique. The club was not full of many good picks, but this horse seemed to be the best of the lot.

"Uh-huh.." replied the big guy, "I guess that whoever I was busy with took a break.. So you're up." The horse grinned back down at the cat, puffing his chest out against a half body harness and leather pants, showing off as much body as he could before returning to the dance rhythm.

Tommy recognized the signs, he had been in this position many times before. Two guys flexing for each other to appear a good catch. He danced with the horse, occasionally turning to rub his slink butt up against the horse's tight pants, teasing just a little before returning to face his partner for the night. The big guy just gave off a vibe like he'd been to many raves like this, so Tommy asked him, quietly, "To make it feel better.. d' you know who's selling, in here?" Stating the assumption that _someone_ was sure to have drugs on them.

The horse first looked cross, but when the feline gave a little smile and wink to show he was not _that_ innocent he got a reply. "Yeah.. I don't, but the crow morph hanging out at the end of the bar does. See if you can score with him."

Tommy nodded a little as he looked sideways over to get a look at the two legged bird. Sitting there like he was an ashen angel, with those wings. "Maybe I'll come back to him later.. I wouldn't want to ruin the moment for us now.. You seem strong enough to take what you want anyway," he flirted.

While the cheetah danced with the horse and sized him up, he made small nudges towards the bathroom. Talat, inside the comm link, sent over a small mixed emotion of pleasure and 'oh, this again'. Something that Tommy could interpret as several clients having used the feline to go out for sex, but that the boy did not mind it. Taking the horse's hoof-hand, Tommy led him back to a private stall in the restrooms, cuddling up close to the equine.

"Why don't I help you perk up a little at first, and then you can see just how stretchy us

chee's are?" he said, not minding if it sounded corny as he began kneeling to open the horse's pants up. Both of them knew very well that any small talk in here was only a prelude to what was to come. The cheetah pawed and nuzzled at the horse's half ready shaft, alternating between giving it raspy licks, and smooth strokes of his tight but soft paws, soon getting the equine to near full erection.

"There we go.. Let's save a little for when you're in me, that flare might be a stretch even for me," the cat purred, slipping his own pants down and then turning around to present his rear, nudging it up so that his tail was up along the horse's side. It barely occurred to Tommy that he did not even know the other guy's name yet, and it usually did not matter either in these places. He just bent over and dug his claws into the opposite wall of the stall, as he spread his legs and waited for the big guy to enter him.

Talat piped up in the comm link, "I don't really mind this.. But if it gets too rough, it might be a little extra, y'know? For wear and tear."

Tommy replied in the internal link, having been through this enough times that he knew the boy was just fishing for extra cash, "Sure thing, kitty. I'll make sure you're well taken care of."

The next thing they both felt was the horse beginning to press in, with rough hands on the cheetah's hips to hang on, pushing forward until the half formed flare simply popped into the cat, something that elicited both a loud 'yelp!' over the comm link, and a smaller, cuter 'yip' sound as Tommy could choose how much of the feelings he wanted to experience. He was most definitely using Talat's body for his own pleasure now, getting it humped without having to deal with the first, wide, spreading that some felt uncomfortable stinging.

"Oh y-yeah, there you go, big boy.." he murmured, leaning down a little further so his cheek was against the cruddy wall but also pressing his rump back to meet the horse. He could feel how the large male pressed up into the slinky body, filling it and pushing until it made the feline cough just from having his guts probed hard from below. The horse settled into a routine there, slipping out, sliding in again, thumping another inch in with every stroke.

As the horse flared up, it caused the feline to heat up and blush in his ears, and pant against the wall, unwillingly licking the crud there. The larger male was perhaps two thirds in, and could only make slight thumps harder in when he thrusted. Using the cheetah for a cock sleeve, he pounded in with enough strength to rattle the stall. Soon after, too soon in Tommy's view, the kitty's body was filled up with horse spunk. A hot swelling bubble of liquid pressing up into the guts, like a warm ball trying to wiggle its way further in.

"A-AHH...! F-fuck.." the cheetah gasped, scratching at the wall with his claws. Tommy was enjoying himself immensely as he only felt a small part of the pounding that Talat took, and did the scrapes and heavy panting mostly for show, to keep the horse interested. Truth be told, Tommy enjoyed Talat's discomfort more than he did the actual act of intercourse, and so did what he could to draw the experience out.

Clenching up hard, the feline tried ot milk more out of the horse, before the other guy finally began retracting. Purring in his chest and enjoying the sensation of being able to do that rumbling sound, Tommy turned around and kneeled again, looking up all the way along the horse's long body. "Want some help cleaning up, mmm? Unless you want to play with kitty cock?" he said just before starting to lap at the horse shaft while it grew less hard, stroking as gently as he could with that raspy tongue which elicited some more groans from the horse.

The other guy grunted once Tommy was done and ruffled the cheetah's head fur. "Nahh, I'm cool. I mostly just wanted to use your butt, kitten. Hope ya don't mind.. Heh, I'll buy your next drink for it. Thanks."

When the cat got up, he got a playful slap on the rear, as both of them pulled their pants on again. Exiting the restrooms, no one gave them a second glance as it was far too common an occurrence for the stalls to be used for short fucks than someone even actually went for a pee.

Out in the club, Tommy in his slinky feline body followed the horse along, who made good on his word and bought them each a large drink. Had it been in bed, Tommy thought, the horse probably would have wanted to cuddle or talk, too. Thank heavens he did not have to put up with that here in the crowd.

"Come here often?" the horse asked, as both sipped their drinks. The smaller cat was slowly getting drunk, but - in his student nature - had had plenty of exposure to excessive alcohol and wasn't a push over.

"I dunno, you tell me," Tommy replied, whilst searching through Talat's memories for any indication of the club. "Have you seen me here before?" He followed up, after finding a few references, with "I might have been here once or twice, but I don't think I've seen you around, have I?" Faking a shy smile, the cat lowered his muzzle a bit towards the drink, "If we did meet, well, the after play drinks might have muddled my memories a bit."

The chee was holding the horse's attention for random small talk as he looked around the club for other playmates for the night. Just the one was not enough, and a simple fuck and some booze was far too dull to give him any kind of satisfaction.

Shortly after, he made his excuses, not caring much to eventually go back to the horse's place, if it was going to be this kind of dull. Tommy circled around to sit down near the crow, and ordered himself a plain soda. Whispering sideways whilst looking straight ahead, when the bartender was at the other end, the cheetah murmured, "That horse fella said you might have.. stuff.. Was he right?"

The crow didn't look back, he kept sipping on his everlasting beer. He just whispered back, "Might be. I don't know you, though. Feel like giving a little to the puppy orphanage charity?"

Tommy had to make an effort not to roll his eyes, but he knew he was a newcomer, and not likely to be trusted right away. "Sure, that sounds like a good cause," he said, whilst holding out his credit chip under the bar to be scanned. "It'll save those little cute things from, say.. Five knock-outs."

There was a small bleep heard from under the bar as the crow took the appropriate amount of money, and then the bird replied, "Sure would be. You should check out the last stall in the bathroom just to make sure there aren't any more in need of rescuing."

While they had talked, the crow sent a message to his companion to leave a package in the stall and then just stand guard so no one else accidentally took it. When the cheetah walked in, the fox - sturdily built, showing that not all fit the stereotype, left without saying anything. Tommy opened up the last stall, and sure enough, on the toilet lid lay a small bag with five tiny sachets in it. He pocketed them and went back out to look for more play mates.

Returning to the bar, Tommy sat back and ordered himself a straight vodka to sip on while he was overseeing the crowd, looking for something out of the ordinary. Inside the comm link, Talat was beginning to complain.

"Hey, I'm okay with going out for a few drinks, but are you gonna put that.. Whatever it is.. In my body? I really don't like that idea."

Tommy replied back, "Shush you, it's not for you, I have other plans for these, if I need 'em. Besides, you didn't seem to mind that horse too much, so maybe I'll just grab someone else and have a little more fun of the same kind with them. This stuff is too expensive to waste on you anyway, since I wouldn't feel most of it." He then muted Talat's replies, so that he could focus more on the club and less on a whining host.

It took a while, and most of the drink, to spot someone interesting enough to go after, but there it was, finally. A tall blue dragon with a nicely complementing burning yellow-orange mane, standing a head taller than most of the other patrons. Tommy was not too keen on dragons, but he appreciated a rare find when he saw one. This one might be worth going after, if only for the pleasure of taking over one of those fur-less freaks.

As the dragon made his way into the club, there were a few times where he held up for a fraction of a second. Tommy made sure to note all of the dragon's movements, seeing how the potential prey carried himself, and by those small pauses it was either a newcomer, but the dragon looked too at ease for that, or the other explanation could be that it was a puppet just like the cheetah. He decided to go for it, after waiting a few minutes so it would not be too obvious he was singling the dragon out specially.

He got to watch the dragon dance to the thumping beat for a while, and stepped off a little to the side. Just enough so that when he saw the dragon come up towards the bar for a refresher, Tommy could see where he was going, and the cheetah made sure to move just fast enough to grab a seat near that spot.

As they were sitting fairly close together, Tommy could talk to him now. "Oh, hey there. Are you new here, by chance? So good looking.." he murmured, intentionally ogling the dragon up and down. "I'm Tommy, by the way. Mind if I get you something to drink?"

The dragon replied, not aware of the small trickery that had him coming, what he thought unintentionally, to sit down near the cheetah, "Hey, Tommy. I'm Teryx. Teryx Commodore, really, but I'm fine with just my first name. Well. I've been coming here a few times.." he trailed off, Teryx's client not wanting to give away too much. It was true in the sense that the client had taken several hosts to this club before, but for Teryx himself, it was the first time.

Tommy grinned, showing just a little hint of fang, and gave Teryx a wink. "Just stay put, and I'll go get us something refreshing. No need to drag the bartender over here to listen to us, right?" he said, with the implicit offer of a 'restroom visit' shortly. The cheetah went over to where the tender was, and got two identical looking scotch on the rocks drinks, along with two glasses of plain water. Into one of the whiskey glasses, he dumped all five sachets of drugs, and made sure that when he returned, he was seen sipping from the other glass so that Teryx would not get a choice in which one to pick.

"Here you go, big boy. With a little extra water to cool you off. You look like you could use some after coming from the dance floor, am I right? I know I could. It gets hot out there!" Tommy said, like he just had come from the dance, too. He sipped his regular drink and let Teryx choose a water glass, then gulped down what was in the other glass in a couple of thick, pumping swallows. "Here's to a good evening," he said, taking a sip from his scotch.

Teryx was a little confused as to why it was so important to keep the bartender away, but soon figured out that it was more handy to sit alone when discussing certain things. "Well, same to you," he said, and dunked down the whole scotch glass like Tommy had did with his water.

"Wow, you sure know how to hold your drink. Must be that big, smooth body of yours," the cheetah complimented him in a soft, smooth talking way, while still sipping at his own drink. He left it half full on the counter and turned to sit close to large Teryx. "You see that stallion over there?" Tommy said with a nudge of his head, "We just had a little fun in the rear.. so to speak. Think you can beat his record?"

The cheetah turned the question into an obvious pick up line, after having waited a bit and wooed Teryx. The drugs in the drink should be enough to knock out a horse twice over, but he wanted to make sure they took effect. "So good looking, and no one else has asked you out yet? What a shame.. Do you feel like, you know, going backstage a bit?" He reached out to gingerly place a soft paw on the dragon's wide thigh. "I guess that's one of the things you came here for.. If I'm not too mistaken, you may even have someone driving you right now?"

Teryx looked pleased with the compliments, but his eyes widened a bit at that last part. "How did you-- I mean, yes, I came here for.. A little of each.."

Tommy smiled in a calming manner, "That's okay. I often take puppets out for a night, I'm just here in person this time. That's how I happened to notice your manners. Got nothing to do tomorrow, and I like the lingering afterglow of sex." To himself, Tommy thought that it must be a newbie using Teryx now, that had not gotten used to fully controlling a body, or not taking mini breaks whenever there was communication between host and client. "So, how long are you rented for, big boy? I can stay here 'til late night, if you want me to."

Teryx's controller, a smaller lizard person that just wanted to live in larger bodies and get the respect he thought he earned from that, looked at the built in watch. Speaking through the dragon, he said "I'm here for another three hours. Do you want to..?" he cut off. So obviously new to running a puppet.

Tommy took care of it all, to make it easy on the dragon's handler. "No problems, just come back to the restrooms with me. We'll find a spot and see what happens?" He reached a feline paw out to offer Teryx, then led both of them into the back rooms and an empty handicap stall, for extra space. Sliding his pants down just by loosening the belt and letting them drop to the floor, he nudged his back up to Teryx's front. "How about you take what's yours? I don't mind if you get a little rough with me."

The dragon gulped and moved forward, at first placing his hands on the feline's hips, then stroking through the fur and ending up at a position on the shoulders, teasing through Tommy's fur while getting himself aroused. A long, ridged cock slid out, and the feline rubbed back against it with his buttcheeks, spotty tail moving up and to the side. "There you go, I don't mind you grabbing me.. You'll see how easy it is."

Inside the cheetah's mind, as the hardening dragon cock was resting against his back, Talat made a noise through the comm link, to be heard. Tommy turned off mute for a while. "What's the matter? You're just getting laid. Isn't that good?"

Talat said, "Not with a fuckin' dragon! Do you even know how big they are? I'm still sore from that horse. I'd like to be able to walk tomorrow, thank you."

Tommy just replied, "I'll add on a fifty percent bonus for you to shut up and agree. How's that? Another couple of weeks on pizza instead of ramen. Tell you what, bump up your rental timer until tomorrow evening, and I'll feed you whatever subject you're studying now. Think of it more as.. payment for services, not as cheating."

The cheetah piped down, unable to refuse such a good offer even though he did not know just yet what was about to happen. "...fine. I'll go along for the ride. Until tomorrow evening."

Tommy grinned to himself. That boy was so easy to manipulate, he did not even have to use any tricks besides the always luring prospect of money to keep going.

The cheetah boy bent over the bathroom sink, holding a paw back to pull Teryx along. "Come on, don't be afraid. And.. can I ask you to hold my maw shut? I might cry out a little too loud, and .. well, honestly I like it, but I don't want to draw attention to us."

Teryx looked up along the cheetah's back, scraping through the fur with long talons, and readied his cocktip to press in. At the first thrust, Tommy made a realistic sounding loud yelp, which reminded Teryx to hold him down. One large paw on the shoulders, and one paw squeezing the cat's muzzle shut, was enough to be able to thrust in more of that long, ridged cock, scraping the feline's insides with every stroke.

Inside the comm link, Teryx talked to his client. "I- I'm not sure I like what we're doing.. But.. I feel kind of calm at the same time.. You won't hurt him, right?"

The handler, not being used enough to body swapping to tune down the feelings, was getting dosed with the drug just like Teryx's body, and so was also becoming more suggestive. "He likes it, can't you see? He'll be happy if we keep going.."

It all resulted in Teryx forcing his way into the cheetah's rear, up in heavy strokes that bumped Tommy's head against the wall, muted cries - but not too desperate sounding - coming out through the held maw. Tommy knew just how much he should let Talat's body respond, and while the cheetah himself felt the ridges tearing up his insides, Tommy had muted the feelings down to be like a mild humping, feeling how much Talat's body was being stretched and filled, how all those thick ridges on the dragon cock tugged and tore every time they pulled back. All those emotions and experiences, first hand from the puppet cheetah, had Tommy thinking up just how much fun it could be to actually be in the dragon and do it first-hand to someone. In the little comm window, Talat was begging for attention and looking desperate, so Tommy just muted that so he could concentrate on enjoying himself. Since the boy had bumped up the rental time by more than half a day, Tommy did not even have to do anything to keep control of the cheetah body for the moment.

The huge dragon pressed in harder, jerking the cat's body back with him on every pull as the ridges caught nearly as the feline barbs would, only stronger. The dragon cock was wider than even the horse's flare, and kept being dragged out and slammed in, stretching the chee far beyond what he thought he could take. Teryx, and his handler, were not sure they should be doing this, but both minds were so blurred that they kept on going. The client in particular had come there looking for a nice lay, so he forced his puppet dragon to keep forcing his way in until the first jet of hot seed shot up into Tommy, and the cheetah's legs began to tremble. Not from exhaustion, since Talat was fully remote controlled, but from Tommy's pleasure in feeling the cat raped, and thinking up how much fun he could have if he had the controls to Teryx himself.

The sharp thrusting continued for up to half an hour, during which Teryx in his drug-addled state came twice, and desiring more of that slinky cat body, really dug his claws in so that he could get a good grip and yank the feline back on top of his cock, even letting go of the muzzle to hold on to both cat shoulders. He did not notice that the feline was still staying quiet even through the rough rape like pounding that had the kitty's ass wide and bleeding. Somewhere in that pounding session, Tommy gave a happy little grunt as he came too, and his feelings triggered the cheetah body to spurt out a bit of seed.

When the dragon came for the last time, his cock twitched and spurted out a whole load in the bent over kitty. A few final thrusts bopped the cat head against the wall and scraped him over the sink, but at this stage Teryx was fully into just getting off. His talons dug into cheetah shoulder and maw, drawing a little blood.

After short period of rest, Teryx pulled back and let the cat go to slump over the sink. He saw what he had done, and he - and his handler, to some extent - were worried if not horrified that a sweet lay could go so.. wrong. "I'm never doing this again this is not right I didn't want to.." Teryx and the lizard almost talked over each other through the link.

The cheetah meanwhile slumped partly off the sink as Tommy was too busy just enjoying the situation, like it was great porn to him, and only after calming down did he reassert full control over Talat. He stood up and turned, ripped ass notwithstanding, and seemed calm like before. "Good dragon. That was a verrry nice evening with you.. Hey, here's my number, if you want to check back with me tomorrow.. I can promise you a really sweet feeling, if you haven't played with feedback controls yet. ... Oh damn, I'm gonna feel this in the morning.. I feel it now, even.. See you later, adorable dragon!"

Before Tommy left, he wrote his comms code on Teryx's arm, just so it would not get wiped in software, or easily removed. It would be something for Teryx to see when he woke up after his handler had left him. As he was leaving, Tommy made sure to limp out just for show, accepting some of the shooting pain feelings that were coming in from Talat's body to enhance it.

In Tommy's mind, he saw a panicking Talat trying to communicate through the small muted window, and just grinned to himself. He'd just up the endorphin levels in the cheetah's body, and damped the pain from a ripped ass, long enough to get him home and sitting on ice packs. This was such a cutely innocent feline, that hadn't been puppeted by someone mean before. Almost like breaking in a fresh virgin.

Meanwhile at the club, Teryx stood up and wobbled out towards the main part of the bar. Spiked up to his gills, the world was a blur and he walked unsteadily. His puppeteer felt the same, and they were helped out to a cab to take Teryx back to his home, while the handler felt overwhelmed and disconnected early. Once back home, Teryx felt such remorse and shame over what he had done, and couldn't even blame the puppeteer fully for it since he had enjoyed the fucking, too.

Soon after, he fell into a deep, drugged sleep.