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Tamed -- Part 1 Changing By Sans * * *
Introduction Hi! I"m Sans! I've been a huge fan of all the very talented furry artists out there but I've never had the courage to create something myself. I hope you enjoy this fantasy as much as I did writing it. * * * The streets were nearly empty late that warm night in June. It was just another late Thursday night in another red light district of another city. Before I start, perhaps I should introduce myself. The name's Sans. I'm a 26 year old dark, charcoal gray lynx, with midnight black spots adorning my coat, speckling up and down my arms, legs and back. My body is built lean and slender on a slight, agile frame. I suppose you could say it's exactly the type of build my ancestors might have had, but it's always been a curse on me growing up around the rich, but muscle headed Dobermans and tigers through school and even into college. A slim, almost feminine frame makes getting through an all boys' school pretty rough. However, my aggressive dedication towards my career has launched me into the fast path while they've all goofed off, partying in their posh, expansive houses and getting laid every night. It's hard to say why I was walking around this late on a Thursday night. You could chalk it up to a number of factors, boredom, a generous helping of alcohol to soften my inhibitions, or the complex network of lust and raw urges I call, simply, "my affliction." Perhaps my hard, driven passion for dominating my career and life has left an emptiness for my submissive side, like a calling that seems to never be satisfied. Each feeling of gratifying dominance over my peers every time I put them in their place, whether it's pointing out their mistakes on the job or watching them scowl when they can't beat my sales numbers, gives my insecure little helpless pussycat of a submissive side that much more power over me when it comes to sex. I started out at the hotel's watering hole. That's always how the desire gets churning. Boredom sets in and the urge to start moving becomes unbearable. I already know where my padded feet are going to take me but I flip the bartender a 20 and let them start walking anyway. Twenty minutes and two subway station exchanges later and I'm standing at the end of a street famous for debauchery. The ladies on the street smell yet another possible customer, and seem to ooze out of the woodwork and right into my path. I keep staring at the ground and politely keep walking, finally stopping in front of an obnoxious neon sign that blinks the name of the place - "The Green Lizard." One of these sex stores looked pretty much like the next, but this one was reasonably convenient and seemed moderately cleaner than the rest. I tossed my cigarette out and walked inside. I was impressed to find the store was much cleaner than I'd expected. The smell of fresh leather permeated the place as the deep, throbbing pulse of the techno music drove through my slim body. I kept my head down but I could sense the young dalmatian behind the counter's stare. I shook my head nervously, pretending to look at some straight porn until I noticed him going back to his magazine. I took a deep breath and waited patiently for another patron to finish his browsing and go up to make his purchase before silently slipping over to the clothing section. The reason for these shopping sprees is still a mystery to me. Even though I haven't had a steady mate in months, I have an impressive collection of g-strings, thongs, tights, and shorts of both masculine and feminine styles, but with an uncanny tendency towards the latter. If it was skin tight and shiny or lacy, I was attracted to it. As a feline, I have a tendency to keep my fur and my body immaculately clean and as fit as possible, but some of my friends say I sometimes can even take that a little too far. Professionally I'll spend as much time as it takes to look my best, smell my best, and perform my best. Sexually, my "affliction" tends to make me insidiously obsessive about primping and preening to be... as much as I hate to use the word.. "pretty." Tonight my obsession has taken over and I've lost track of how much time I've spent at a particular rack of slim thongs. I try to decide whether I want a bright colored g-string with an extra large size pouch or the shiny gold one that looks a little tighter but has a bit thicker waistband. I almost jumped to the ceiling as I heard the Dalmation's soothing voice behind me. "That's one of my favorites," he gushed, wagging his tail happily behind him. As I spun around his facial expression changed from a casual smile to mild concern at my surprised reaction. Obviously I wasn't the first skittish customer he'd ever come across. He put a reassurant hand on my shoulder and smiled as I struggled to come up with any excuse I could think of for being here. "I'm so sorry for startling you hon!" he exclaimed with a smile. "You have the perfect body for those," he said, gesturing towards the gold pouched g-string in my hand. "You've got a lucky boyfriend at home for sure." I could feel my face getting hot. Thank Gods I didn't have white facial fur. "I.. I.. don't have a boyfriend. I mean.. I'm not.. you know.. gay or anything." Oh Gods! I wanted to fade away. Not only was I telling him my private life, I was actually getting defensive to a clerk at a sleazy sex joint. "Of course not," he said with a self indulgent, 'I know better than that' kind of smile. "Well you know we have a 50% off special on everything on that rack tonight. Why don't you try it on? We have changing rooms in the back!" he chirped. I gulped, trying not to act as incredibly embarassed as I felt, but doing a terrible job of it. "No thanks," I darted my eyes at the floor, "I'm just.. looking around." "Well," he brought his voice down low, almost to a whisper. "I hate to say this, but this place has a horrible policy of not taking any returns, so you should try it on, kitty cat." My ears burned as the words "kitty cat" exited his lips. I've always felt the term was horribly condescending when other species said it to me. It was a term I'd only heard used on tamed female cats, the kind who came from the domestic side of the feline family. I took a deep breath and let it go. "Really.. I like it but I don't think..." Ignoring my protests, he looked me directly in the eye. His tail slowed to a stop behind him as he cut me off in mid sentence. "The dressing rooms are just back there. I'll go throw a curtain over the last one and let you use that one. I'll be right back." With that he promptly vanished. I stood there, feeling somewhat defeated and stuck in this situation with the shiny g-string's hanger gripped in my hand. ********** I looked around, the store had emptied out during our short conversation. I saw the lean, spotted legs reach up on their tiptoes as I glanced under the door of the dark back room. After rummaging for a while, he emerged with a long red curtain, tossing me a confident wink and grabbing a stepladder to help him throw together his makeshift attempt at making the wide open changing room into something semi-private. He finally finished, looking over his handiwork and gestured me in toward it. "Let's see how it fits!" he barked. Not wanting to argue, I quickly made my way to the back of the shop and into the tiny room with the long curtain hanging from it. I stood there for a moment, looking at myself in the full length mirror and shaking my head. "God I can't believe I'm doing this." I muttered under my breath as I reluctantly stripped off my pants, climbing into the gold g-string. After smoothing down my fur, I ventured a glance in the mirror, pulling my t-shirt up. Not bad! The pouch had just enough support to lift up my flaccid member and balls, showcasing my entire package in an extrordinarily complimentary way. The shiny gold material was soft, like it had been made from satin or silk, and not those cheap lycra fabrics. Though the pouch was plain, the string riding up the crack of my ass felt a touch scratchy, as did the waistband. "What the hell are these?" I wondered aloud as I just noticed the little plastic latch on either side of the waistband.. "Oooooh! Sexy kitty!" the dalmation's airy voice cooed from behind me. "I *knew* it would look incredible on you! I know a club where you'd have some real fun wearing these." My rational brain wanted to be completely outraged for the intrusion to my privacy, but all I could do was stand there. I couldn't decide whether to hide my crotch or my naked ass so I froze, timidly pulling my shirt down. The slender dalmation looked extraordinarily pleased with himself as he looked me over. Suddenly I heard the bell of a customer entering the store. "Take that shirt off silly kitten and try this." he grinned, tossing me a wad of fabric before waltzing off to take care of his next customer. "Helloooo" I could hear him in the distance in that sing-songy voice. "How can I help you tonight?" It felt like all the blood in my body had rushed to my head. The tenacity of that guy to poke his head into my booth, and THEN to call me "kitten!" My heart beat fiercely in my chest as insult, humiliation, and anticipation swirled together. I felt my trapped package begin to rise, filling out the soft pouch of the underwear as my emotions stormed through my head. ********** I glanced down at the soft light red shirt I now gripped in my balled up paws. Even as I scowled at myself in the mirror, I slipped off my shirt and replaced it with the sheer, see through shirt. It seemed to grip every one of my lanky muscles, accentuating them and wrapping my chest in its luxurious material. My mood softened as I gazed at the beautiful lynx in the mirror. It seemed like an hour went by as I waited for his return. I heard him talking to the customer at length, but couldn't make out what they were saying. My package had filled out the tiny thong I was wearing as I glanced around my shoulder to my backside. Oh my! I didn't even notice the sexy little frill on either side of the thong back. That's why it was so itchy, but it looked incredible! I was lost in my own thoughts and uncontainable lust when the curtain suddenly pulled back again and in steps the clerk once more. I jumped again and wondered how this guy padded around the store so quietly. "Oh dear! That is absolutely *perfect* on you! You're the sexiest kitten I think I've ever seen!" his voice sang with excitement. I finally was ready to stand my ground. "Hey! Stop calling me...." "You're gonna absolutely 
this sweetie," he jumped in, cutting me off completely and ignoring my indignation. "Check this out." Suddenly his hands were at the sides of my hips on those little plastic things. "These little snaps give your lover easy access!" With a snap the two latches unhooked and he had my thong in his hand. He giggled as he looked down at my rock hard, exposed member standing right at attention for him. I opened my maw in susprise as my tail dropped between my legs. His subtle, but sweet musk suddenly felt overpowering to me as I gazed as his spotted, well groomed fur, not realizing I was leaning forward, towards him.. closer and closer.. closing my eyes. ********** I felt a hand on my chest, pushing my back into the wall. "Not gay eh?", his demeanor suddenly flipped completely. "So what's this? I guess you just like dressing up in sexy panties and teasing a poor pup working the night shift?" I opened my eyes, staring back at him in horror at the sudden realization of what I had just almost done. "Oh my god! Get ahold of yourself! What the fuck am I doing?" I thought to myself. I could only meagerly squeak out a pathetic. "No... I..." "I know. You're on a 'business trip' from out of town. You don't have a mate, you're not expected anywhere, but here you are.. buying intimate, erotic thongs here smack dab in the middle of our little entertainment district. How cute." he mocked. "How long are you in town cutie?" I took too long to answer. He took a breath to ask his question again but I eeked out, "Two weeks." "Oh how exciting," he said, still in his condescending tone. Had I really leaned in for a kiss? I wished with every fiber of my being I'd controlled myself. I wished even more that I'd picked my clothes and gotten out of here. "Now, my exciting little kitten, you don't want to tease this poor pup do you?" he flashed a toothy, confident grin. I shook my head no. "You don't want to make this poor puppy's knot swell up, painfully, for the rest of the night. Do you?" his tail wagged assuredly behind him. I shook my head no. His eyes narrowed. "You *hate* being called 'kitty cat.' Don't you?" his grin spread across his face. My heart jumped twice in my chest. My eyes widened with nervous anxiety. I reluctantly, slowly made tiny "yes" motions up and down, nodding. "But you're going to love being my tamed little kitty cat." His eyes went fierce with lust. "Aren't you pussy?" I feebly shook my head up and down again, shaking with nervous energy of someone who had just had their secret hot button of desire pushed down. My member leaked a single drip of pre as I stood there with my exposed ass against the wall, his paw still pushing me up against it. "Say it." "I... I... " I stuttered, unable to keep my voice from shaking. "I'll be your kitty." "Oh come on! What do you want?" "I want to be your little tame kitty cat." He broke into a soft chuckle. "Good. Now say to me: Jasper, please make me into your nice little pussy cat." I almost choked. If anyone ever heard me say something like that I'd have no respect again. Ever. My voice cracked as I repeated to Jasper, "Jasper, please let me be your good little obedient pussy cat." I pleaded. His smile faded. "Good. Get on your knees, pussy." Shock coursed through my body. I wanted to dart out the door and run as fast as I could back to my hotel room, but Jasper's blue eyes saw my deep seeded desire to be mastered. I carefully looked down at the floor, gingerly bending my knees, when I felt his strong hands at my shoulders, pushing me to the floor. My knees hit the floor hard with a stinging thud. "Tonight you get your first crash course in being tamed, kitten. " he growled. ********** My heart was beating furiously. My face felt like it was on fire as he unzipped his pants and opened his fly, letting 8 inches of thick, already rock hard dog-meat loose to point just above my muzzle. Its strong musk was intoxicating. I drooled lustfully at the sight of it, but my dominant side was clawing desperately into my brain, screaming at me to get restore my dignity and get off my knees. "Please Jasper.. sir.. can we just.. talk?" The dalmation had to restrain himself from laughing too loud. "Talk? What is this, Oprah?" He glared at me mockingly. "Come on pussy cat. I can't keep the store locked up for much longer. Start sucking." I opened my mouth and timidly licked the head of the tapered cock. I'd only seen a dog penis at the gym locker rooms, and I never dreamed I'd have one in my mouth. I heard him moan a little before I felt his strong paws on the sides of my head, guiding my muzzle further onto his hard cock. The hard flesh felt warm in my mouth. I closed my eyes and sucked gently as I felt it move back and forth into my mouth, the head sliding along my wet tongue. "That's it kitten. I knew you were a slut when I saw you come in. You're Jasper's little cock sucker now." I whimpered and kept sucking on the long, thick shaft, feeling my soul flood with delicious humiliation as he kept degrading me. His thrusting was getting deeper. I felt queazy as the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. I put my paw on the base of his cock to try to control his thrusting. "No no no.. bad kitten, " he teased, grabbing my paws and putting them on his waist. "Make yourself useful and pull those down. Then you're gonna keep those slut paws of yours on my ass cheeks." I obediently pulled down his pants, not taking him out of my mouth as he stepped out of them. His leg muscles were amazing. I could see the fine muscle definition bulging out from the fine white spotty fur. My hands went back onto his ass. I shuddered, tasting the first drip of thick salty pre. I began to gag as his cock struck my throat again and again. He pulled the long cock out of my muzzle to let me catch my breath, letting a thin strand of pre stretch from my bottom lip to the tip of his cock. I blushed as I noticed the strand. For some reason I'd hoped he wouldn't notice. ********** I finally caught my breath. "You've never sucked a guy off before, have ya?" I could hear his teasing voice. "No sir." He laughed, washing me in even more shame, "You're like a slutty little girl aren't you? I'll bet you love being a big tease." "Yes. I'm a slutty kitty cat." "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging your man to cum." Oh god! What did he mean by that? Oh please don't let him do what I think he means, I thought. I only nodded, daring a look at his handsome face. He guided my muzzle back onto his hard, wet cock. "You're going to love this. All good pussy cat sluts do." He grabbed my paws and put them back on his ass. I could feel the firm, sinewy muscles pumping that stiff cock hard into my aching muzzle. I relaxed my throat, swallowing with surprise as I felt the cockhead penetrate into my throat. My eyes widened, seeing the pubic fur come closer and closer as I felt the cock thrusting deeper and deeper. Suddenly, my paws felt his ass clench down hard. He pulled his meat out of my throat, into my mouth and held it there for a second, although it felt to me like it could have been an eon. I closed the back of my throat and gagged hard again as a sick, salty jet forcefully erupted from the end of his cock, filling my mouth in a second. There was no way I could hold his second load. I reluctantly opened my throat just a tiny bit and swallowed a drop of it, letting the rest drool down my chin, all over my new silk shirt. "Aaahhhh!" he screamed. One paw grabbed at the wall he leaned against, the other clutched the back of my head. "Yeah baby! That's it pussy cat!" He looked down at me, smiling from the pure pleasure. "Now go ahead and swallow my load slut. Prove you can be a good little pussy cat." My humiliation was complete. I grimaced, gulping down the thick, viscous load just after he pulled his softening dick out of my mouth. My own neglected cock was still standing at attention and apparently had been drooling cum prodigiously. A small puddle laid on the floor between my legs. I looked up at him quizzically, not wanting to ask, but wondering eagerly if I could get up off my knees and whether I could relieve my throbbing cock. ********** He smiled warmly. Stretching an arm out to help me up. His tone completely reversed back to the warm, enthusiastic cheer I heard when from him when I first came in. "You're amazing at this, boy. You sure you've never done it before?" he said with a wink. Before I could reply he was already onto his next thought process. "I'll go get you a bag for these clothes and some paper towels to clean up your chin. The clothes are my treat. Oh! And what's your name?" "Sans" I got out before he started talking again. "Sans! How pretty! Well Sans, you better take that dirty shirt off and wash it tonight or that'll stain," he giggled. "I'll see you tomorrow won't I? Oh good!! Well, my shift changes in a little bit. I've got to go open back the store and count the inventory. Byyeee!" and with that he disappeared out of the changing room for good. My head was spinning. Did that just happen? Was it real? How was that chirpy puppy the same dalmation who was grabbing the back of my head and shoving his cock down my throat a moment earlier. I quickly put on my things, gathering up the shirt and g-string and pushing it into the "Green Lizard" bag. I could still feel the memory of the dog's thick cock in my muzzle. Everywhere I went I could smell and taste the thick, salty cum. On the train ride home, I couldn't stop thinking about those powerful, spotty legs and those wonderfully degrading insults. I slid into bed that night with reason warning me never to go back there again but a nagging feeling in the back of my mind assures me I'll probably be returning soon.