Aaron's Present
A gift for a certain cat for his birthday I started a year ago but never got around to finishing. More to come, probably. Eventually.
Aaron's day could not go any better. It was a bright, sunny, unnaturally-warm day in April. The birds chirped in the trees, newborn squirrels jumped and scampered in the trees, and this snow leopard had just finished celebrating his birthday with his friends at the pizza shop. One storm-cloud hung over him, though: His best friend, Cory hadn't shown up. The otter hadn't called or texted or messaged him since the night before. This lack of contact wasn't unusual, but Cory usually hung out with Aaron on his birthday. He put that thought aside and walked back to his home in the orange light of the setting sun. The feline shucked off his shirt and pants after making sure his door was firmly locked and the window-curtains were drawn before plopping down in front of the blue glow of his computer monitor. He would just check if Cory was on before bed, and that was it. Nothing else. Cory isn't on. ...maybe Jay Naylor had uploaded something sexy today. He checked the submissions on FurAffinity, but Jay hadn't uploaded anyhing that day. Cory had, though. In the picture, the otter was completely naked. He held his arms behind his head as he sprawled on an unkempt bed with a rose sticking out of either end of his maw. Aaron's eyes dipped southward and his pants began to tent as he saw those large balls and hard otter-cock. Aaron leaned back and started stroking himself through his boxers. He sighed pleasantly as he rubbed up and down, the soft cotton intensifying the need to release. He closed his eyes and imagined his friend bending him over that couch and pounding his ass until they both came; the image made him begin to pant as pre-cum stained his underwear. His pleasure lasted for a few minutes before he felt that familiar sensation building up at the base of his shaft. He bucked into his hand and ropes of cum fell onto his face and chest. The seat creaked as the snow leopard sighed in relief and passed out in his chair, covered in his own seed.
***
"Wake up, hon," a sweet voice commanded. Aaron goggily opened his eyes as his head lolled around his shoulders. "I see you've been a bad kitty, looking at nudie pictures of me." Aaron groaned and saw he was no longer in his chair, but on his bed! He attempted to stand up, but all of his limbs met a resistance; they were all tied to the bed-posts with linen. "Whuh-C-Cory?" The cat stuttered out as he looked around for the otter. "You're such a fag, I saw you looking at my picture." His voice seemed to come from the adjacent bathroom. Aaron tugged at his restraints. "Cory, what are you planning?" His voice sounded convincingly indignant, but the blush on his face showed his true feelings on this situation. "Oh, I thought that I'd plan something special for a special kitty on his special day." The otter stepped out of the bathroom, completely naked and carrying a syringe with green liquid in it in his hand. Oddly enough, the syringe wasn't an issue for the cat. "W-what's the green stuff," he asked in alarm as he started to struggle further against the restraints. Cory came closer and straddled himself on Aaron's chest and leaning in close to his captive. "Don't move, or it'll really hurt, kitty," he comforted in a sensual voice. Aaron merely whimpered and stopped struggling as the needle entered his shoulder. Cory depressed the plunger and Aaron felt an odd warmth enter his body. The otter walked off to the bathroom as Aaron whimpered and tried to look at his shoulder. The burning was spreading through his skin. It was pleasant and unnerving. "What was that, Cory?!" He started to panic in his restraints. Whatever questions his captor might've answered were drowned out quickly by the dreamless black of unconsiousness.
***
Aaron woke in his bed with a jolt. Sun-rays streamed into his room and danced on his chest. The cat flopped back with a sigh. "I gotta stop looking at that bondage porn, that dream was too wierd," he thought to himself. He grabs the pillow he usually cuddles while he's asleep and begins to nuzzle it when he feels paper rub his cheek instead of cotton. Curiously, he pulls the paper off of the pillow and reads it.
"Sorry about last night, hon. I hadn't expected the dose I gave you to be so strong. I wanted you to know that I stayed with you all night to give you a proper greeting in the morning, but I had to leave for class. Enjoy your gift while I'm gone!
-Cory
PS: Keep in mind that the dose I gave you was way too much, you might find you're oversensitive for a while. Be careful."
Aaron groaned and set the paper down. He had no idea what the note was about and was still too groggy to care. He stood up slowly and shuffled into the bathroom. The warm water created a fog that rolled out from beneath the bathroom door. The naked snow leopard waited for the water to cool to a comfortable temperature and stepped into the tub. The water rushing through his fur felt amazing, it was a truly-refreshing shower. He sighed and let the water pat on his chest for a few moments before re realised the water felt odd on his crotch. Usually, it slipped over his balls and dripped from the fuzzy orbs, but he only felt the water flow down his thighs. A hand brushed over his privates and found no sheath, no balls, but a warm slit. In a panic, he looked down to find a flat crotch. He panicked some more and bent forward to see if-by some chance-they were tucked away between his legs. No, there was nothing except a pair of feminine lips staring back at him.
"I-I'm still asleep, gotta be," he assured himself as he slid a finger over his slit. The jolt he felt in his loins confirmed that he was awake. Another jolt took him when he remembered the note...and the night before. "N-no, it c-can't be," he whimpered as he worked it out. Soon, warmer fluids were flowing between his legs, and the snow leopard couldn't help but blush as he felt his arousal. He reached a hand down and cooed as his finger-pads rubbed his netherlips. His fingers brushed his new clit, which made the modified man gasp and grind his crotch into his palm. Any reservations he had about being changed flew out the window as he started masturbating. He curled a finger to part his drooling lips and inhaled sharply as his finger explored his pussy. His eyes flew open as an idea entered his head. The very thought made his heart beat fast enough to feel like it was going to burst. He stood, not daring to remove that finger from his cunt, and grabbed a smooth-handled hair-brush from the countertop next to the shower. Just feeling it in his hand made his walls clench around his finger. With a shaking hand, he held it by the brush and brought the handle down to play over his lips. With a whimper, he removed his finger, hating how empty he felt and craving something inside him. The emptiness ended soon enough as the five inches of handle parted his lips. The snow leopard moaned loudly as it filled him, his juices running down the handle and soaking his hand. He began slowly sliding it in and out of his pussy, the feeling of emptiness making him whine each time. He felt a new, but familiar feeling build up inside him as he fucked himself into delirium. He drooled and panted heavily, his eyes half closed. soon Enough, his first orgasm since the change caused him to practically scream in orgasm, his hips thrusting and his toes curling as his cunt juice sprayed out from his stretched pussy lips. He collapsed to the floor of the shower, panting and shaking from his orgasm. What will the rest of the day be like? he wondered.