The Games He Plays Day 3 Part 2
The way home was messier than I thought. He made me go through mud puddles and places of grass that were freshly cut. My fur gained a green tint by the time we got to the porch. He opened the door and pulled the leash upwards, signaling to me that it was okay to be on my paws. I stepped through the frame, going from my knees to my foot-paws, leaves and crumbs falling off of me and to the carpet. He pulled me closer still, kicking the door closed behind him.
"To the shower," he said simply. My eyes went wide in happiness, just thinking of nice it would be to get this crap off of my fur. I hurried over to the bathroom door, swinging it open and pushing the shower curtain to the side.
"Forgetting something?" he called after me as I turned the faucet in the shower on.
"No, I don't think so, master," I called back over the rushing water. I put my paws under it and saw the clear, crisp water turn to a murky and rather chunky brown.
"Yeah, you did," he said, making me jump back. How had he gotten to the door frame without me noticing?
The bunny stepped forward and tugged at something at my waist. The chastity shorts! They had molded so well to my body that I had not even realized they were still there. I moved to dry my hands so I could undo the knots he had put in the drawstring, but he swiped me away. I looked at him with pleading eyes. The running water gave me a reminder of how close I was to being clean, but he seemed to want to keep me from doing so. Even so, just having my paws rinsed off made me feel so much better.
"Just get in the water."
I looked at him a bit baffled. It seemed silly for me to get in the tub wearing clothes. I stood there for a long moment, making sure my body was a submissive as possible. The lack of movement was not so much in defiance as much as it was in confusion. Why would he ask me about forgetting something just to turn around and tell me to do it anyway? He probably just mean for it to eat at my mind. I lifted a paw over the bathtub wall and placed it in, my feet automatically relaxing as they hit the cool water that was puddling in the bottom of the tub.
Nystra lightly smacked the back of my calf, urging me to hurry up into the water. I moved so quickly I almost lost my balance and slipped, but I recovered by putting my paw on the wall and stopping the impending tumble downwards. Then again, since I was so much smaller than usual, I wondered if it would hurt less.
I stared down at my feet, watching the dirt clumps, leaves, and grass stains all was away, making the tub this awful mixture of the worst colors in the world. I felt cleansed in a way, to have all of that stuff off of me, it was like getting rid of all the awful--albeit fun--things that had happened over the past few days.
I was only snapped from my thoughts when I felt Nystra's paw loosen one of the strings around the whole that led to the left leg. He was working the right one at the same time, something that made me smile lightly. Was this his way of saying the game was done?
He moved on to the waist and unlocked the clip that was holding the knot in place. He worked it off and then with a quick tug of the string, the black leather chastity shorts were falling off my body and into the murky water around me. I stepped up and out of them, allowing them to float down by the drain. Nystra picked them up and tossed the shorts over into the sink, a small splat making it over the sound of the rushing water.
"Now for your punishment," he said, stepping in the tub behind me.
I had been so deep in my own thoughts and observations that I never noticed his cock that was throbbing. I was confused as to what punishment he meant, for I did not remember doing anything wrong.
"I saw you take a taste," he grabbed my ass, "I told you not to," his digit slipped in between my cheeks, "You dare disobey me?"
I whined in fear. I really hadn't thought he had caught that. I felt the tip of his digit press against my hole.
"You dare disobey me?" he repeated, forcing his finger into my ass.
"I'm sorry, master," I whispered, suddenly feeling all the dirt from the park return to me. I felt lowly and not worth much. I should have just been buried in the dirt rather than be put in the water like this.
"Sorry will not cut it, Ainoko," he said. Another finger slid into my ass and I winced slightly. There was no lube, no patience, just an extreme amount of pain as he began to slowly pump the two fingers in and out of me.
He leaned forward, his muzzle a mere inch from the top of my head. I could feel his breath on me and the small stream of air made my ears flick uncontrollably. The paw that was not pumping my ass reached around and began to fondle my sack. The shivers from his breath and the shivers from the pleasure ran up and down, meeting one another mid-way down my spine.
I jolted backwards and as a result, had Nystra's digits delve into me faster. He continued this onslaught of sensations, making me quiver under him, the thought of all the dirt that covered me eating at my mind and preventing me from getting hard.
"Please, master, stop!" I yelled, even farther ashamed of myself then before. I was filthy, disobedient, and could not even get it up!
"Fine," he said.
All at once his fingers came out, my balls were left along, and the water from the shower head turned on. I yelped in surprise as the cold water rushed down, making my fur go limp. Dirt rushed off of me, as if appalled by the thought of water. I let out a long sigh of relief, because despite hating the cold, being clean won out in my mind.
"Now, once again you have gotten your way," Nystra said coolly against the back of my neck. "It is time for me to get my way."
My eyes widened and my ears went flat as, once again, he shoved his way into me. This time it was so hard that I was forced against the front wall. My legs were spread around the faucet since my shortened stature made it much closer then normal. Water barely hit me now, but my already wet fur against the what felt like frozen tile made me quiver. Then there was his hot cock in my ass, giving this small rod of warmth into me.
"Master," I said, bottom part of my muzzle shivering.
"Good Ainoko," he said, pushing me harder against the wall.
His paws squeezed their way in between my package and the cold tile, and he started to massage the whole area, something that cause a very enjoyable sensation to cross my whole body. I could feel the water drip off his fur as he rocked against me. His hard breath hit the tips of my ears, making my own breathing begin to heave a bit faster.
My cock began to emerge from its sheath, tip brushing against the cold tile. Just as I became hard and began to enjoy myself, Nystra removed his paw, allowing my cock and balls to hit the cold tile. I yelped in surprise, the cold removing any enjoyment I was getting out of that. The bunny apparently got a huge kick out of it as he began to laugh and pound against me harder.
His laughs quickly became deep moans and I could feel him throb within me. I wanted to just get away from this pain and torture, but every time my mind would begin to wander, Nystra would bring me right back by slamming me into the cold tile or breathing on my ear. I did not moan and my breathing was relatively steady except for when something cold suddenly hit me.
He withdrew suddenly, his paw pushing me against the wall and holding me there. The next thing I knew, my back was getting a stream of his warm cum as my front was pushed against the cool tile. I shut my eyes tight since the pressure he was putting on me was a lot.
"Now that you have some soap, we should really get you clean," the bunny said as the stream finished. His paw moved from between my shoulder blades and in stead grabbed the fur around my neck.
I was pulled backwards, my foot-paws sliding across the bottom of the tube. He stopped me once I was directly under the water. He did not turn me or anything, though, just left me staring at the brown stain I had left on the wall. The water rushed down me and Nystra began rubbing the cum into me like it was soap.
My ears laid back flat, water dripping off the tips. Finally all the dirt and grime was being washed off my body! I gave a smile, despite the pain that crawled across my back. Nystra spun me around and the water stung the skin under my fur as it rinsed off the cum. As I winced, trying to wipe the mixture of water and tears out of my eyes, I felt him move.
Before I knew it, his cock was at my mouth. I opened my eyes to see him straddling the tub, his foot paws on either side. He was fully taking advantage of my shortened size it seemed. He pushed his tip a little tighter against me and I reluctantly opened up. Water rushed into my mouth, quickly pushed back out again by the manhood entering it.
I gagged slightly as the liquid hit the back of my throat before gushing out the sides of my muzzle. That didn't stop my master from pushing his member even farther against me, though. When he finally pulled out, water once again filled my mouth making me gag. I tried to swallow some of it, but the bunny did not give me enough time before he thrust once again.
"It is so nice to have you this size for a change."
I looked at him, eyes pleading with him. I wanted food, I wanted to be clean, I wanted a break from the sex, I wanted to be normal again. None of that seemed to really matter to him, though. Then again, I did not have the time to really tell him what I wanted either. I tried not to gag this time, but it was difficult not to as the water left and filled my mouth over and over again.
"Tighter, my pet!" he shouted out. I sucked in my muzzle to cover my teeth as I clamped down a little tighter around around his length. He moaned loud and thrusted hard. The only good thing about this was that less water getting into my mouth.
The constant choking on water greatly subsided the tighter I made my muzzle. I finally thought of a positive to this day. I did, however, prepared myself for the shot of cum that was bound to happen and constrain my throat. With each pulse of him against the roof of my mouth I waited for it, hoping that would be the end, but it was a long time coming.
Instead I got rocked back and forth in the tub, water going from my back to the top of my head, bothering my ears and my eyes. Not in my mouth though, I repeated to myself, trying to just remind myself of the positive. Every time I went to move a paw to the wall or to Nystra's waist he would swat them away, making me hold a precarious position in the tub that was only moments away from causing a slip. I slowly started to move my feet farther apart as his thrusts became harder and faster. I hoped that the wider base would give me more balance, my tail could only aid me more as I laid it straight out behind me. That didn't really stop any of the slip, though.
Despite my preparations, he surprised me. His cock throbbed and he grabbed himself around the base, applying enough pressure to hold the oncoming wave of cum back. In one fluid motion, he quickly withdrew from my mouth, aimed at my chest, and released his seed onto my chest. I looked up at him, my mouth still agape and my eyes filled with confusion. He elegantly hopped off the sides of the tub, his cock softening. He reached his paw out and began to lather my chest with his cum.
My fur tugged at my chest as he scrubbed, the last of the twigs and burs began to came out. His cum was not the ideal soap, but it was certainly better than nothing. I stood completely still, nearly a shell of my normal self, being humiliated in ways I never thought possible. I did not feel loved, I did not feel dominated, I just felt abused. He lifted his paws above my head and rinsed them off.
"Finish up. I'll be out in the kitchen," he said, jumping out and grabbing a towel off the rack. As he walked out of the bathroom, he pulled the shower curtain, leaving me there along and in the relative dark, cold water running down my body.
I barely moved, just letting the water get rid of all the impurities. I was too tired and perhaps that was from becoming so incredibly depressed suddenly. I only moved to turn the water off, but did not move after that as I allowed my fur to drip dry right in the shower.
When I eventually pushed the curtain to the side, I picked up my foot-paws to get out, banging my shins against the ledge. I had lifted my leg like I normally would, and that just was not high enough for this shortened body. I grabbed the remaining towel and wrapped it around myself, walking out the door. I listened for any unusual sounds, hoping to get an inkling of what to expect before it happened. I peered around the corner, one paw making sure to hold the towel secure and the other making sure I kept my balance. I stepped around the corner and into the modest dinning room, looking through to the kitchen.
My mouth instantly began to salivate. The bunny was laying out a plate of various meats, cheeses, and crackers. I stood there, my mind going wild and my stomach growling. He looked over to me and grinned.
"Food time!" he shouted, as if nothing had happened in the past few moments. I smiled back and sat down in one of the chairs at the small table.
"Oh no! Not there!" he said with a stern look in his eyes.
I stood back up. The towel fell from my waist. Nystra picked up the platter and brought it out from the kitchen, placing it on the floor at my feet. I looked at him unsure.
"Pets don't eat at the table. Now you can either eat or not, I don't care," he said, turning back to the kitchen.
The small amount of pride that I had kept me from getting down automatically to my knees in order to eat. I would not do this, it was undignified! Then my stomach, of which had a lot to say, seemed to rational that it was no worse then being drug through the dirt and being turned into a table. My mind succumbed to the argument, and I slowly arranged myself on the floor, making sure that I would be able to swallow without chocking.
I began to eat, probably a bit to fast, but I couldn't help myself. I was completely famished from the past who knows how many days of not eating. My stomach gurgled happily as the first bit of food made its way down. It got to the point where I wasn't even sure what I was eating any more, just that I was. Nothing had taste, nothing had texture, I just knew that it was nourishment I needed.
When I finally took a break, I looked up and saw Nystra in the door frame, holding a single cupcake in his paw. My eyes widened at the thought of sweets. Perhaps that would have an actual taste! My brain completely in pet mode, I rose to my knees and brought my paws to my chest in a begging position, wanting that delectable treat he was holding onto.
"Good Ainoko," he said with a mocking expression. He lowered the cupcake down as he stepped towards me, leaving it only inches above my nose. I could smell the frosting and taste the moist substance despite not having in my mouth. I was probably drooling, but that doesn't matter.
The bunny knelt down and placed the sweet on the floor. I did not budge from my position, making sure he gave me permission to eat it before I even moved. Yet, he kept me there for what seemed like an eternity. My muscles clenched in anticipation as the cupcake taunted me.
"Go on," he finally said, moving back to sit in a chair.
I descended back to my paws slowly, wanting to make sure this was not another trick of my master's creation. I then showed great self restraint by only licking the rich, chocolate frosting rather than completely devouring the morsel in a bite. Although, with the smaller body and muzzle, that probably would have been somewhat difficult. I finished off the frosting--quite sure that I had gotten come on my nose--before moving to the cake part. I nibbled off and edge, looking over to Nystra. I wanted to make sure there wasn't a belt that was going to come down and crack against my ass or that he was just going to kick me away.
He made no such move though. All that was apparent was the usual creepy smile that should have been more unsettling than it really was. I took a larger bite, waiting for punishment once again. No such thing occurred. Feeling safe, I began to just eat and not worry about what he might do to me.
As I licked up the last of the crumbs I went back to my knees, looking at Nystra with thankful eyes. He continued to just sit there in his cold manner, but he couldn't be completely heartless if he let me eat. I shuffled over to him, my knees so raw from crawling anyway that it didn't really bother me. I made it all but two inches away from him when my stomach began to feel ill. It flipped and flopped and I suddenly became light headed.
Nystra chuckled under his breath. Despite it being such a low sounds, I could feel it reverberate through my whole body, each muscle vibrating and causing pain. I fell to his feet, my vision unclear and chest tight. I cried out to him, wanting to receive comfort from my master, from my lover. I got neither though.
What I did get was my bones and skin stretching out, my tail lengthening and my muzzle fill out. I didn't care if this would make me normal size again! It hurt! I was in pain!
"Make it stop!" I screamed at him, reaching a paw out and grasping his leg. He shook me off with little effort. I rolled onto my back, clutching my sides and felt them growing under my paws. Or perhaps it was my paws growing.
I gasped for air and my lungs adjusted to their original size. My rib cage not only gained length, but also width, pushing my muscles and skin outward. I extended my arms, a move that was not smart I realized, as they popped and cracked in such a way that my eyes flashed. Speaking of my eyes, they began to come back into focus and the only thing I could see was Nystra, with his eyes glowing and cock hardening. I moved my mouth, no voice coming out, begging him to tell me why, pleading for him to comfort me. I should have known better though.
As each of my body parts returned to normal, I sighed. My eyes drifted shut, all the energy wasted during the transformation. I should have known better than to close my eyes, but I couldn't help it. I could feel Nystra moving around me, but that didn't matter. My body was to exhausted to fight and my mind in no shape to sense fear.
I allowed him to position my limp body how he wanted it, and with that first thrust that I knew was coming, I blacked out, going into a deep sleep that I was sure would just make me hurt more in the morning.
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