Tattoos
Short story I wrote about a cressdressing cheetah. :D
Jason was used to coming into this tattoo shop; he wasn't covered in tattoos by any means, unless you counted the spots on his light fur. The cheetah sat in the chair, waiting for Chad to finish up with his current client. It was a simple job and didn't require any special training to complete but Jason liked waiting around in his top that showed off his lithe midriff and a miniskirt that did not leave a lot to anyone's imagination, not even the biggest prudes could resist taking glances at the cheetah's ass as he walked by. But Jason was used to it; it came with the profession he had chosen.
He sat with legs open to tease another tattoo artist that was sitting down the hall in the office. The Croc was always trying to claim the cheetah for his own but Jason was picky about his clients. Even though sometimes he had been known to take someone not his type if they paid enough, maybe even bribe an officer into letting him out of a speeding ticket, but as far as prostitutes went, Jason considered himself classier.
When the tiger walked out of the room, thanking the artist, he was followed by a big Doberman. His name was Chad and he was easily 6 foot, maybe a couple inches taller. He had bright hazel eyes that seemed to grow a little greener whenever Jason got closer to him. Chad was big too, with large muscles that bordered the line between body builder and strong man. Jason wasn't usually interested in muscles like that, but he found himself inexplicably drawn to the sex god in front of him. This was normal for him though. Chad always had that effect on him.
Back in High School, Chad had been the star Quarterback. Jason had never really expected to talk to him but the two had grown close one year as they shared a class. Chad tutored Jason in history but they seemed to keep their sessions very much business-like, save for the few odd glances or a "misplaced pencil" here or there that let Jason get a view of the pup's well-endowed package. But they had never done anything. Jason was sure that he had seen a few glances from the Dobie towards the end of school, but nothing ever happened.
But for the past few months, whenever Jason needed a new tattoo added he would come to this parlor and only go to Chad.
He had his reasons.
Jason sat in the posh leather chair, crossing his legs only when Chad sat down, hiding a smile when he saw the dog's eyes going to the skirt. Just where Jason wanted them to go. The lithe cheetah smiled warmly at Chad who returned the smile.
"The usual?" Chad asked.
"Yeah. Two this time."
"Two? At once?"
Jason nodded as his cheeks flushed, a smile growing across his face. "They paid a lot so I bent my one-at-a-time rule."
Chad shook his head and got the blue ink out, loading it into the needle. "You're a crazy kitten, y'know that?" His tone betrayed the comment, leaving it as more a tease than anything else.
Jason's ears drooped; embarrassed from being called "kitten" Chad was the only one he still allowed to call him a kitten. Not even his customers could call him a kitten. He made a point to stress that before going further with anyone. But Chad? He had a weakness for Chad. One he couldn't quite escape.
"Alright, kit, let's take a look at my workspace," Chad said, smiling at the cheetah as he wheeled his chair closer to Jason's. Jason's cheeks flushed even more and he stood, putting his knees on the chair and leaning over onto the table, propping himself up on his elbows. The Doberman puts his hand on each of the feline's thigh and ran up, lifting the skirt up.
Beneath was a pair of purple pair of panties with black hearts. Chad was familiar with them. He had seen the pair once or twice before. Once on business, like now, and once when he was talking to the cheetah. The feline bent over and his pants fell a little bit. It had to have been a tease for Chad specifically but Chad blew it off, thinking that Jason would never be interested in a behemoth as him.
Chad closed the door to his private room and returned to his chair, putting his paws on the cheetah's rump and slowly pulled the panties down.
Beneath the panties weren't spots but instead a number of tallies on the feline's ass, Chad noted the number each time he pulled down the panties that Jason wore when he came in to get new tattoos. Right now, he had twenty-four and after Chad's job was complete, he'd have twenty-six. Each time Jason came in the shop, Chad had a harder and harder time being professional about the job. Each time he saw the boy's bare bottom, he wanted to hold down his old friend and fuck him until his ass was raw.
And each time, he sat in his chair, face inches from the cheetah's sensitive rear, he suppressed his erections as they came.
Chad started the needle, which would chemically alter the melanin in the pigments, forever changing the hair color. Jason was used to the pain from the needle so he didn't even flinch at it. Luckily it was a simple tattoo or it would have been far more painful than he could have dealt with. Even so, however, Chad noticed Jason's muscles tightening up, getting stiff.
"So tell me about the clients," Chad said, hoping it might help ease Jason's tension.
"Well, there were two of them, obviously, a Shiba Inu and a Samoyed." Jason's tail moved back and forth slowly, enticing Chad and distracting him.
"Big ones, eh?" Chad's lips curled into a smile. The cheetah's face was in a constant state of flush and he nodded simply.
"Big in every way. But they weren't muscular like you. They were fluffier. Anyway, they took me up to the room over the bar. I guess one was the owner or something like that. The Samoyed starts kissing me and holding my shoulders and the Shiba is ripping my skinny jeans down and, right away, starts rimming me. Ooh, man. His tongue was amazing. It reached places I didn't think existed until that day. I could have let him rim me all day and I still would've cum. But they didn't stop there.
"I didn't know how to respond except to moan as the Samoyed started groping me, squeezing and feeling me up. It was soooo hot... His paws were the perfect mix of gentle and of firm. It wasn't painful but it was nice. A good tease, I guess. Anyway, before I know it, the Shiba has his cock pressed to my ass and starts grinding into me. I was a little worried about him fucking me without lube but it wasn't bad. When he slid in, it didn't hurt in the slightest. Might've been pre, might've been rimming... who knows?
"Meanwhile, that big white dog was forcing his cock in my mouth. He didn't even hesitate. No decorum or finesse, just fucking my mouth over. Just as he cums and I think it's over, the Shiba starts humping me, pounding my ass, fucking me and all I can do there is just take it. I learned long ago not to tell the costumers no when they have their minds set on something. "
Chad's pants were straining against the fabric of his jeans, making it almost painful for him to sit there and listen to the subject of many a sexual fantasy talk about people doing to Jason what he always wanted to. But Chad knew he'd be better for Jason than them. Jason went on.
"When the Shiba was done, and believe me, it took him a while to be done; he went to my mouth and starting fucking that while the Samoyed was pounding my ass. And that boy was thick. He was laying into me and before I knew it, they both pulled out and coated me with their cum at the same time. All in all, we were there for probably about three hours. It was great."
"Lucky son of a bitch," Chad said, blowing cool air onto Jason's sore butt.
Chad looked down to Jason's balls and he thought of licking them just now, dragging his tongue along the cheetah's taint and starting to rim him. He wanted Jason so much it hurt.
Without even thinking, Chad put the needle back on Jason's ass and started one last tally.
Jason was glad that Chad couldn't see his face and how flushed it was; It must have covered it entirely. He was thinking of everything he'd like to do with Chad. Even the thought of curling up with him, and just kissing turned the small cheetah on. He was hoping that the Doberman didn't notice the ever-growing member that constricted his tight panties.
And yet... part of him did. Part of Jason wanted to give up prostitution, and settle down with the Doberman he'd been secretly crushing on for the past three years. He could find another job. He could be happy with Chad. Couldn't he? Isn't that what he wanted?
"C-Chad...?" Jason said so quiet that Chad almost didn't hear it.
"Yeah, kit?" Chad moved a little closer, sniffing at the little kit's ass. The scent filled his nose and he bit his lip, turned on more than ever at the scent of the feline's musk.
"Did you ever feel anything for me back when we were in high school?" Jason asked, feeling a pit grow in his stomach.
Chad's stomach grew a similar pit and he looked away from the speckled rump in front of him.
"Y-yeah... But, I mean, we went off to different lives, Jase."
"But did you ever want me?"
Chad didn't answer. He just finished his work and let the silence of the room grow between them, building like a time-bomb. Jason felt the pit morph, no longer nervous but now a darker feeling that burned in his gut and made him feel like bile was about to rise in his throat. He had just ruined everything, hadn't he? He made everything worse. Jason couldn't help but think of himself as a screw-up who couldn't do anything right. As tears welled in his eyes, he whispered to himself, "Dammit, Jason..."
Chad pulled away and put the needle up, his job finished. He admired his work and pulled out a pair of handheld mirrors so Jason could look.
"Take a look," Chad said, a smile on his face like nothing had happened.
Jason took the mirror and looked. There were three new tallies on his ass.
"W-what? There should've just been two..." Jason choked out, puzzled as Chad's hand brushed a bit of Jason's light brown hair from his eyes and pressed their lips together, pulling Jason up so the two of them were flushed with one another.
Jason quaked in Chad's arms, wrapping his arms around the larger dog's neck, pulling him down to the cheetah's level, lips locked together as Chad put his arms around Jason's waist, holding the small cheetah in firm paws. His tongue licked at Jason's lips and slipped past when they opened.
Chad moved his hands up Jason's sides and sent a chill through his body.
The Doberman pressed himself to Jason and they each felt the others' bulge.
Jason flushed and looked up at Chad.
"I got kinda turned on during that kiss..." he said.
Chad didn't say anything, only smiled and put Jason's paw in his pants. He felt the canine member struggling against the fabric of his jeans. Jason went right to work, rubbing the shaft, from its large knot to the tip with beads of pre. Jason ran his thumb over the tip which elicited a small moan from the masculine Dobie.
"S-so did I," Chad said, grabbing the cheetah's sore ass cheeks, one in each paw. As he pressed forward into another kiss. The two moaned as their lips pressed together, Jason still stroking as Chad groped at the cheetah's cute little ass as he had so often dreamed of. Jason winced a little at first, the pain from the tattoo still present, but pushed back into Chad's hands, wiggling his rump as the two kissed before breaking again.
"I need you..." Jason said, pulling Chad's shirt off, grabbing the belt and unbuckling it quickly, leaving no time to spare, pulling the pants off the big canine. Chad responded by pulling Jason's top up to reveal the cheetah's chest. Chad leaned down and kissed the chest with gentle kisses, still rubbing his lower back still. His mouth moved from the chest to his nipple, kissing it with deft lips before nibbling it. Jason let out a moan and arched his back in shock. Chad's hands worked up Jason's thigh and pulled the small piece of fabric down, exposing the cheetah's black cock to Chad's paws which grabbed onto it. The two moaned together and finally Jason looked up at Chad and said with his lust-filled eyes the simple truth that didn't need to be spoken.
Jason wanted to be fucked.
Chad leaned Jason back onto the table, his paws fumbling to find a nearby drawer. Inside was a box of extra-large condoms. Jason grabbed Chad's hands and looked at him.
"N-no... I want all of you."
"But what about dise-"
"Chad, baby, I don't let anyone else fuck me, not even blowjobs, without a condom. But I want all of you."
Chad didn't need anything else to be said. He put the condoms back and grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer, opening the nozzle and squirting a hefty amount onto his cock, rubbing it all over and then using the excess on Jason's rump, one of his big fingers slid into the cheetah's spotted bum which made Jason whimper, arms wrapping around Chad's neck as his ass was spread by the large finger.
Chad's finger wiggled around inside Jason's flesh, loosening up his pucker as the lube did its job. Chad pulled his finger out and replaced it with another, repeating the process until Jason was nice and ready for his girth. Jason and Chad looked at one another. It was peculiar for Jason that he should be so nervous to do something he's so good and practiced with. Perhaps it was just that his dream was finally coming true, he didn't quite know but when Chad pressed his tapered tip to the lithe feline's ass, all doubt left his mind.
Chad pushed forward, his cock sliding in with little resistance as Jason's soft moans egged him on. His large paws held the feline's hips as he continued advancing, pushing deeper inside the writhing Cheetah. Jason's moans echoed in the room, and no doubt through the entire parlor but he didn't care. All he cared about was the Doberman seven inches in him, whose knot was pressed against his ass.
Chad pulled out and then thrust back in, ramming his cock against Jason's prostate. The two men moaned into each other's faces. Chad began fucking Jason properly, thrusting in and out happily, and his little stump of a tail wagging as he thrust into his crush of so many years.
Slowly, Chad picked up the pace, thrusting in faster, humping hard into his little kitten as his balls slapped against the tallied ass, making lewd sounds that mixed with the pair's lustful moans. Chad leaned down and kissed Jason with firm lips, pressing the two closer as Jason's ass was plowed by each powerful thrust of the Dobie. The cheetah's paws wrapped around Chad's shoulders and squeezed hard each time Chad's cock hit his prostate, forcing stars into his eyes. There was a pleasant, light-headed feeling that filled Jason with every powerful thrust.
Jason's cheeks flushed as he moaned into Chad's neck as the thrusts became more forceful. Chad slammed his hips into Jason's. The two felt how close the other was, as embarrassed as they were to acknowledge it, the end was quickly approaching. Chad pulled out and put Jason on his feet. Before he could make so much as a mew of complaint, Chad turned him around and pushed his friend forward so he was leaning on the table. Grabbing his waist, Chad pushed back inside him and started to pound into Jason harder than ever, balls slapping back and forth so fast they blurred beneath them. Chad lifted up Jason's leg and held it as he thrust his cock deeper into his lover with each and every thrust.
"Kn... Knot me, pup," Jason managed, eyes shut as he tried so very hard not to cum just yet.
"With pleasure," Chad growled as his hips slammed against Jason's with such force that the knot popped inside him. That final motion was enough to cause Chad to cum hard, jets of his musky seed filling Jason's abused ass.
For the first time in his life, Jason felt someone's cum fill him, the warm, glowy feeling spreading and making his own, hands-free orgasm the best in his life. Jason's arms shook as he was racked with the power of his own orgasm. He had to pull himself, and the attached Doberman, to the table where he could relax, albeit standing in a pile of his own secretion. Chad leaned over and wrapped his arms around his cheetah and kissed his neck gently. The two panted together, the orgasm having drained them of their energy.
"S-shit, hon..." Jason managed, taking a peek at the Dobie who was still deep inside him.
Chad's nub of a tail still wagged as he leaned down to the flushed cheetah and pressed their lips together, not a passionate kiss but a kiss of understanding, of connection. The kiss said what they both wanted to but were too nervous to verbalize it.
They broke the kiss and Chad licked the back of Jason's neck which made the smaller male writhe under him.
"Hey, um... Jason?" Chad said after his panting had lessened.
"Yeah, pup?"
"My shift is over in a few minutes and... um... I was just wondering if you'd like to get dinner with me... y'know, after-"
"After your cock can finally pull out of me?" Jason said with a cute giggle. Chad's cheeks flushed red and he nodded. "Shouldn't you have bought me dinner first?" Jason teased, his tail wrapping around Chad's waist.
"But I-"
"How 'bout you let me get changed first, okay?" Jason said.
"But I thought you liked wearing the skirt out in public..." Chad said, tilting his head.
"I think you're the only one that needs to see me in my skirt anymore."