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I've been sitting on this story for a couple months now and have decided to finally post it. It was originally meant as a commission but never panned, enjoy

Anyway I hope you all enjoy it because despite it's failure to make me any money, I had a lot of fun writing this one and hope you will all enjoy reading it just as much. Comments and cums greatly appreciated.

Dinner was at a place called Chateau Amour, the kind of dark candle lit restaurant where young couples go to feel romantic and make out in their booths.Naturally I felt more than a little embarrassed to be taken to such a romantic place in my little black dress, but seeing as I already had a belly full of lion cum, I was all out of complaints.

I was actually still marveling over how well the little black dress fit me, and how good I looked in it. I never really thought I had a feminine physique before, but once I got the dress on, and played with my hair a little bit, I found I could totally pull off the slutty punk girl look, the lip and ear piercing going a long way to distract from my flat chest. And in the dark of the restaurant I was sure that no one would even notice I was really a guy.

At least that's what I thought until we met our server. One look at him and I knew he was gay, and he took one look at us and knew exactly what was going on. He flashed us a sly grin but didn't call us out, choosing instead to turn to Pebble and ask whether he preferred a private booth or somewhere more public. Booth, booth, BOOTH!

"We'll take a table, if you please, somewhere central would be great", my white lion replied to the young cheetah.

I did my best to smile at the waiter, grabbing hold of Pebble's arm and leaning against it like I was in love. Fuck it, might as well play the part. He smiled and led us to a small table in the middle of the open seating area, the tables around us were mostly empty, but the booths lining the walls were full of young couples, a few even had their privacy curtains pulled shut. The waiter introduced himself as Rick and asked for our drink orders. He was a twenty something cheetah with a frowhawk, wearing customary black kakis and a white collared shirt.

"I'll have a beer, something stout if you have it, and she'll have a water, she's watching her figure", Pebble ordered for both of us. I don't even get a fucking pepsi or something? This is bullshit! I gave Pebble an exasperated stare and tilted my head as if to say 'really?' But he just grinned back at me and gave me a single nod to say 'yup'.

I think the waiter noticed the exchange because he looked at me and asked, "I'm sorry, did you want something else?" Now it was Pebble's turn to tilt his head and look at me, silently saying, 'you better not...'

_Fine..._I turned and smiled at the waiter, it wasn't his fault, "no thank you, water will be fine for tonight, I'm trying to watch my figure". Rick gave me a sympathetic smile and left to get us our drinks. "I take it you're going to be doing all of my ordering for me?"

"That's right, I need to make sure your eating healthy", he replied, "I know you wanted a Pepsi, but soda rots your teeth and has too much fat and calories for a pretty young girl like you".

My ears flushed red at him calling me a girl, and I was thankful for the dim lighting. Wait a minute, how did he know I wanted a Pepsi?"So you wanted to talk about our future together..." I said after a moment's pause, "Dark told me a little about the deal you two struck, but what did you have in mind... Specifically?"

"We'll get to that", the lion dismissed my question offhandedly as our drinks arrived. "First I want to know more about you. Who are you? How did you end up in Darkstar's service? And what is it that makes you go along with all of this? To be perfectly honest, you always act like you don't like what you're doing, but you never walk away, why not?" He wasn't smiling anymore, he wasn't angry either, or even accusatory. As far as I could tell, he was just being sincere, and actually wanted to know what it was that made me tick.

His question caught me off guard. I was left speechless, staring open mouthed at him for a long moment while I considered his questions. I had been expecting this date to be all about him laying down his new rules or something, maybe even making me suck off the waiter in the bathroom to prove my loyalty or something. But here he was, honestly asking for my life story, and I was speechless. I know hard to believe right? Mr. bigmouth with nothing to say.

"Close your mouth while you think pet, you gain ten IQ points", he smiled warmly, still waiting for an answer.

I smiled weakly at his jest, "well, I guess it all starts with my mom...". I told him everything, things I had never told anyone before. I told him about how my mom had been an addict, pills, powders, anything she could get her hands on really. I told him about how my parents used to fight, until one day I came home and she was gone, my father had checked her into a rehab facility, and how two weeks later she had killed herself. I never even got to say goodbye.

I told him how my father had buried himself in his work after that, growing cold, distant. How I never forgave my father for sending her away, and how I blamed him for her death. When I got to the part about the election he nodded knowingly, saying that Dark had told him that part, about my fears of disownment by my cold and distant father, how I turned to weed to cope, and how Darkstar had offered me a way out, a way to take control, a choice. I told him I had accepted it of my own free will and never looked back, and while I didn't always like where my new road led, I was committed to it, because there was no way I was going back to that heartless bastard who sired me.

By the time I had finished my story our food had come, but I had lost my appetite. I sipped my water and brooded while my master ate. The piece of chicken breast he had ordered for me wouldn't have looked appetizing on a good day. They dressed it up nice, but it was still white meat, dry and tasteless for all the spices and oils they had cooked it in.

I waited patiently for my master to finish his steak, he hadn't said a word since I finished my story but I was fine with that. I didn't feel like talking anyway.

When he finished his steak, he wiped his mouth and fixed me with a hard gaze, "I like you Roxan" he stated bluntly, "I was worried a bit after hearing some of the issues Dark told me you've been having with your training, but it seems like you've made your choice".

"I have".

"And your committed to being my submissive for as long as I'll have you".

"I am".

"Good, so here's how this works. You're not my only submissive; I have several others around the country and around the world. Due to my business I travel a lot and won't be around most of the time. I've rented you a nice apartment here in town where you will live and go to school as you always have. I'll set you up a credit card to cover bills and living expenses, but if you go crazy I'll put you on a fixed budget. While I'm away you can dress and act however you please, but when I'm in town you will be my submissive. You will follow every command I give you, dress how I tell you and if it comes to it, sleep with who I tell you. You don't have to worry about me pimping you out like Dark did, I prefer to keep my stable mares to myself, so to speak". He reached into an inner pocket in his suit and pulled out a small blue cellphone. "You will keep this on you at all times, when it rings, you will answer it by the third ring, no excuses. I don't care if your in class, a movie, or the middle of a training session with Darkstar, when it rings you answer. Am I clear?"

"yes sir".

"Now, here's where things get interesting, I hate having to use lubricant or excessive amounts of foreplay. I prefer my Subs to get wet all by themselves. Huh? Before you say it, I know you're not a girl. I know your body doesn't work that way yet. Yet? But it will. There are two options, and I'll leave the choice up to you. The first option is surgery, there is a procedure that can reroute your Vas Deferens into your anus so that when you become hard you will self-lubricate". Ouch...just...Ouch.

"And the second option?" I asked, my legs crossing and hands going instinctively to cover my crotch at the mere thought of such a surgery.

"The second option is this", he reached into another pocket and pulled out a platinum ring, too big for any one of my fingers yet too small for my wrist. It was about two inches in diameter and engraved with some writing I had never seen before, I couldn't even venture a guess as to what language it was.

"Is that a cock ring?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "And while I can see how that would get me hard, I don't see how it would make me wet..."

"Sort of, it's meant to fit around your cock and balls" he held the silver ring over the candle so that the flames danced across the almost arcane looking letters etched into it. "And yes, it will make you moisten when you get fucked, I won't go into the details of how it works, frankly, you're not ready to hear them. For now let's just call it a placebo affect that gets you wet," He chuckled at his rhyme admiring the craftsmanship of the piece, "It also has the effect of preventing you from hardening or cuming without permission. If you choose to wear it that is".

He let that sit in the air for a moment before placing the ring on the table in front of me. "So, what's your choice? Surgery or the ring?"

Take the ring! Its bullshit and you know it, just get used to lubing yourself up every day when he's around and pretending its working, FUCK SURGURY.

"No contest", I said with a frown, "I don't even like needles, I'll take the ring". I picked it up off the table, it was heavier than it looked, solid platinum by the feel of it, and when I flicked it with my finger it reverberated harmonically. I looked up when I heard an answering hum coming from my master's suit, "Cell phone?" I asked, it didn't sound like a cell phone but what else could it be?

"Not exactly, don't worry about it." He smiled like he had some inside joke that only he was privy to, "Why don't you go put that on, I'll handle the check and we'll get out of here." I nodded, turning the ring over in my hand as I got up from the table, adjusting my dress as I stood. "Remember, the ladies room". I blushed at the reminder, pointing at him with the cock ring.

"Right..."

He laughed whole heartedly.

I hesitated outside the Ladies room door, sure that as soon as I opened it someone would scream and call for security to have me arrested and registered as a sex offender. I took a deep breath and put my hand on the door, pushing slowly into virgin territory.

The door swung inwards abruptly and I almost stumbled right into a very surprised squirrel, "Oh! Oops im sorry she giggled", apparently feeling embarrassed herself and hurriedly scooting past me and towards the dining area.

I quickly checked and found the bathroom empty and hurried to the first stall on my left, locking the door behind me and sitting on the toilet panting, the thrill of being in forbidden territory making the risk almost seem worthwhile. Was that a couch I saw? Why do mens rooms never have couches!? Ok back to business, let's get this done before anyone walks in.

I spread my legs and hiked up my dress, suddenly thankful for its short length. I slid my panties down around my ankles, and suddenly I had to pee... well I was in a bathroom... I don't know why the thought excited me, it just felt so naughty all of a sudden. So with a smirk and a nod to myself, I tucked my member, closed my legs and used the ladies room. It was then that the bathroom door burst open and three girls burst in, laughing amongst themselves. Oh shit... quick pinch it off!

I did. It hurt, and felt awesome at the same time... you know the feeling.

"Oh my GOD Becca! On the first date! Are you serious?"

"Dam right I did. Did you see the car he pulled up in? guy was loaded."

"You fucking whore!" They all laughed at that.

I sat in my stall legs lifted so they wouldn't see me, terrified of being caught. And praying that they wouldn't stay long. I mean, what do girls even do in a bathroom? There's no way that all three had to pee at the exact same time. So what? One has to pee and the others are there for moral support?

"So what about you Renee? You going to let this guy go all the way with you?" the voice I assumed belonged to Becca asked.

"I don't know," Renee replied, "he's cute and all, but im not really feeling it anymore tonight".

"Let me guess, that little drag show going on put you off your appetite right?" Becca asked.

"Oh I know right! I cant believe their letting those fags in here", the third girl chimed in, "and trying to pass himself off as a rock chic or something? Not fooling anyone hahaha". They all laughed again, one of them moving into the stall to my left. Oh shit...

I was more than a little offended at being called a fag, even if it was true, and my ears burned red hot with embarrassment at being publically ridiculed by total strangers. But more than anything the ridiculousness of everything just made me want to stand up, pop my head over into the stall to my left and yell, "SURPRISE BITCH!!!! I'M RIGHT HERE!!!" I had to stifle a laugh by biting my tongue but even so a snort of laughter escaped at the thought of the girl in the stall next to me screaming in surprise while I gave here the crazy eyes over the divider.

"Is someone here" busted! Fuck!

I did my best to make my laugh come out as a giggle before replying in my best girly voice, "I know right!?! But isn't that lion HOT! I'd totally let him fuck me..." fuck it go for broke.

"Too bad he's obviously gay" Renee shot back. HOLY FUCK THEY BOUGHT IT! HAHAHAHA

I was laughing silently to myself, rocking back and forth maniacally and covering my mouth to keep myself from laughing out loud and giving myself away.

"That's only because he hasn't met me yet" came Becca's voice. I couldn't see it but I knew she was doing some sexy pose to prove her point.

"You should totally go hit on him", I said, "I bet he'd drop that drag queen in a second for a real girl like you". No he wouldn't, but this'll be fun.

"Dam straight, I'll make a MAN out of that lion".

"Becca you already have a date" the third girl pointed out, " you're just going to drop Brad moneybags for some gay lion?"

"This is to prove a point Genine, I'm doing this for women everywhere, I have to show that no drag queen is good enough to replace a real woman".

"You go girl, WOOOOOO!" I shouted from my stall, getting the other two to join in with me. Ahhhhh.... Women.

The toilet next to me flushed and I knew the girls would be leaving soon, and I did not want to miss this. Remembering why I was there in the first place I slipped the platinum ring over my cock and winced a little at having to squeeze my balls through the hoop. It fit rather nicely once it was on, almost seeming to mold itself to the perfect size.

The girls were leaving, the door opened and closed and I was alone. I finished my piss, thankful for the opportunity and after two shakes I was pulling up my panties and moving towards the door. When I pulled it open I was greeted by the sight of Rick leaning against the wall, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. The cheetah was holding a broom and dustpan like he was going to do a routine bathroom check, but the grin told me he had ulterior motives for being there.

_Busted!_With nothing else to do and no way to deny where I'd been I did the next best thing. I raised a finger to my lips and gave him a silent 'Shhhhh' while looking left and right down the hall to see that no one else was watching. Satisfied that we were alone I turned my finger to point back towards where the girls had gone and where my master was waiting, giving him an inviting shake of my head and walking back to meet my master. He followed, just as I knew he would.

When I got to the table my lion was standing with the three girls from the bathroom grouped around him, their back to me. Pebble saw me approach and gave me an accusing glance. I smiled wide and nodded shallowly, coming closer to hear the conversation.

"wow you look so strong." The tigress on the left was saying, so that's Becca I guess. She reached out to stroke my master on his arm, admiring how his muscles threatened to rip through his shirt. "I bet you have a really strong...Muscle"she said with a squeeze of his arm. She was trying for innuendo and failing miserably, but with the way she looked I bet no straight guy would give a dam.

I leaned back against a nearby chair, settling in to see how Pebble would react to a bunch of teens ogling over him. There was no way any of them were eighteen, and I could see that my lion was trying to politely disengage before someone thought he was a pedophile. He didn't quite look uncomfortable in the way that most guys would, just annoyed, and he kept looking over their heads at me to say he knew this was my fault.

"I bet a big strong lion like you could handle all three of us", a petite bunny in the middle said, Genine by the sound of her, which would make the zebra Renee. All three were dressed like they wanted to keep up with the Kardashians, and I had to suppress another laugh at the fight I knew was coming.

"Why don't you ditch that little whore your with and come home with us", Renee chimed in, coming in close to rub her body against Pebble's, running one hand down his chest to rest upon his ample package.

I perked up at that, tilting my head and looking questioningly at my master, truly curious if he would take the bait. He didn't, taking her hand off his crotch he politely informed the three teens that he was taken, and wasn't into under aged girls even when he wasn't.

For a moment I thought the fun was over, that reason would prevail and the girls would go back to their dates. But that wouldn't have been any fun at all, and in true Kardashian style, the girls went on the attack, screaming an avalanche of insults all at once:

"What are you, some kind of Fagot?"

"We know your little whore is really a guy!"

"Why don't you go back where you came from"

"Cock sucker"

"Fucking Ass clown"

"You couldn't handle a real woman!"

They were firing off so many insults so quickly I couldn't keep track of who was saying what.

"Fucking Shit Licker".

"I didn't know butt pirates really existed till I met you".

"You probably work out so much because you have a TINY DICK!"

Rick leaned over towards me from where he had been standing this whole time, forgotten in the heat of the show. "You did this didn't you?"

I didn't bother looking over at him, not wanting to miss a second of the action. I just nodded and said, "I'm a fur of my word". I don't think he got the joke.

Pebble was starting to get more than annoyed under the unrelenting barrage of ever more imaginative insults.

"I bet you shit CUM!"

"And your tongue tastes like shit!"

"I'm going to tell everyone you groped me, get ready to be on Megan's list you pedophile!"

Pebble was starting to look downright angry at this point, but not at the teenage sluts assaulting him. No no, his dead stare was fixed directly on me. Hey you knew what you were buying from the get go master. But even with that thought in mind I knew this had gone far enough. I put a finger to my lips again before pushing off the chair I had been leaning on and switching back to my fake girl voice.

"Ya and that little slut your with is nothing but a loose FUCKING Cunt! I yelled, walking up directly behind the three sluts.

"Ya..." they all cried in unison, turning around for the first time since their verbal assault had begun. They must have been expecting support from the anonymous girl from the bathroom, or some other slut from the restaurant. But what they saw was me, Inches away from them with an evil grin spread across my face that showed no little bit of fang.

Their eyes went wide in surprise and their faces contorted in fear and disgust. I didn't wait for them to respond, capitalizing on their moment of surprise, I leaned in and whispered, "Boo!" Grinning to show as much teeth as possible.

They flinched back but it wasn't the 'jump' I was really looking for, so I upped the ante. Bringing my hands up and extending my claws and letting out a feral hiss that would have made any Siberian leopard proud.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" they all cried in unison, bolting for the door, their dinners and dates forgotten in the face of an angry cross dressing leopard male.

"AHAHAHAHAHA!" I laughed aloud, watching them go.

"That wasn't funny" my master said sternly, glowering down on me.

"Yes it was", I smiled back into his handsome disapproving face, "especially the part where they ran away haha". That got a chuckle from the cheetah behind me, who apparently didn't have any other tables to attend to. _How did a manager not get called over by the way? "_See, he's laughing".

Pebble looked over at the waiter, "Don't you have other tables to attend to?"

"Nope", Rick replied, "You and them were the last customers of the night and Shelly's taking care of their check, so I'm practically off, just hanging around to see the show."

"Hahaha, I like him", I laughed, "Can I keep him?"

"What?" both males asked in unison.

"You just met him. And I don't exactly like to share my subs", Pebble stated flatly.

"Ya... and you guys seem...interesting and all but I don't kno..."

"Aww come on", I said cozying up to Rick and sliding my arms around his waist, "You know you want to come". I kissed his nose playfully and looked him hard in the eyes, my smile promising him a thousand dirty things in the span of an instant. I nodded up and down and he mimicked my gesture, almost hypnotized by pure possibilities.

With the cheetah onboard I just had to convince my new master that this would be fun. Breaking my stare with the cheetah I slipped around his back, still holding him in my arms, and resting my head on his shoulder to smile devilishly at the lion looking down on us with crossed arms.

"Isn't he cute?" I asked, running my hand down his white uniform and pulling his shirt up just enough to show off his flat runner's stomach. "I bet he has tons of stamina, and just think how hot it would be to fuck us while we make out on the bed, or while we 69, or you could fuck him while I suck your balls. Or we could just tie him up and make him watch while I pleasure you however you want. How does that sound?" I knew exactly how it sounded to him, I could tell by the bulge in his pants and how his frown had split into a smile. He wanted it.

"Looks like master wants to play, how about you kitty?" I turned to look at the cheetah in my grasp to find him fully tented with his mouth hanging open. I leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "Good, then we're all agreed".

I hardly remember the drive to the apartment, I spent it making out with my new playmate in the front seat while my master drove, miraculously keeping his eyes on the road. I was sitting on Rick's lap, kissing him passionately and grinding my hips into him, looking over every so often to make sure my master was still watching us, which he was, without fail, every time I looked up. Each time I saw the look of lust in his eyes as he watched me grind away on my new boy toy, it drove me wild. My lust was burning through me like a fire in my gut, but no matter how hot I felt or how horny I got, or how hard I ground into the cheetah beneath me, I never got hard. The harder I tried the more apparent it became, the ring was working...

By the time the car finally stopped, and my master got out, I was as randy as I had ever been. Without being able to harden, 100% of my lust had transferred elsewhere, and I was dying to get fucked. I climbed off the Cheetah and out of the car, following my master who hadn't bothered to wait, chasing after him like a lost puppy, and leaving Rick in turn to lock the car and chase after me.

The apartment building itself was very high end, not surprising given the nature of the town, but even so it was impressive. I hardly noticed the doorman or the receptionist as I entered, my gaze locked on the muscular ass of the lion striding in front of me, his perfect ass and muscular thighs showing perfectly through the cloth of his suit with every step.

He was introducing me to the receptionist, who in turn asked me for my name and handed me a keycard to my new apartment, the whole encounter became a blur when Rick finally caught up with us, walking up behind me and wrapping me in a lustful embrace, his hands clasping over my stomach and his hips thrusting slightly against the back of my dress. I remember my master growling warningly at that, and the next thing I knew we were in the bedroom of the apartment.

I don't know how we got there, all I know is that I had the cheetah under me still fully clothed in his waiters uniform. I must have pounced on him because I had him pinned and was kissing him deeply, my claws digging into his shoulders and my knees on the edge of the bed, his own footpaws still planted on the floor where he had been standing.

I had him pinned under me, completely at my mercy, but he wasn't who I wanted, not really. My new toy was shaping up rather nicely, but his whole purpose was to inflame my lion's jealousy and make him fuck me like the beast I knew he was. So I did everything I could to tease him: I moaned into my cheetah's mouth, I led his hands to my chest and let him caress my bra through my dress, and to top it all off, I lifted my tail high in the air, using it to pull the dress up and expose the black thong which did little to cover my white spotted ass.

I heard buttons unclasping, and a zipper zip, and knew that he was undressing behind me, taking care to not rip his precious suit. His self-control pissed me off in ways I can't even begin to describe. Control was the opposite of what I wanted, I wanted Passion! I wanted Lust! I wanted Chaos!

I knew I had to push him farther to get what I wanted, and after his little growl in the lobby I had an idea how to get it. The cheetah's paws continued to explore my chest, pulling my strapless dress down to expose my flat chest, but he didn't seem to mind, kissing deeper as he rubbed and tweaked my nipples. Pinching and pulling and making me gasp and cry out for more.

My own hand went lower on him, unzipping his fly and pulling out his rigid feline member, "Oh RICK!" I cried out, making sure that my master heard who I was crying out for as he continued to take his sweet ass time undressing himself, "your cock is so hard, Fuck me. Fuck me Rick!" I ground my hips against his stomach, pushing back so that his member hot dogged between my cheeks. I looked back to see my master wearing only his dress shirt and tie, his face contorted in jealous anger as he struggled to undo his last few buttons.

I gave him a pouty face, "Care more about your precious shirt than getting first ups on me?" I said, reaching back and lining up my Cheetah's cock with my tail hole, "Guess you're going to have to settle for sloppy seconds then".

"Don't. You. Fucking. Dare." He snarled at me, his anger and impatience making it impossible for his massive leonine hands to undo the tiny opal buttons on his shirt.

"Stop me then", I dared him, slowly sitting back onto the cheetah's cock while I looked him straight in the face.

"Wait, what are you doing? You're going to get me killed!" my cheetah was whining below me in a hushed whisper. He couldn't be that afraid, his cock was still rock hard and even had a drizzle of pre running down its tip.

Of course I didn't want to do it, but I was so full of lust that at that moment I would take any cock over no cock and my master was tacking too fucking long! I sat back and felt my cheetah's tip slide right in, my tail hole feeling abnormally slick for some reason, almost wet. "aAAAHH!" I cried as he popped in, overplaying his size for effect.

That did it. My master's patience finally gave out. With a feral roar that spoke to why his kind were once the kings of the jungle, he ripped his shirt clean off and charged me, grabbing me by the collar and yanking me off the cheetah's cock to hold me dangling in the air.

I strangled in his grasp, the pink collar Dark had given me digging into my throat , cutting off not only air but blood to my brain, it was terrifying and erotic all at the same time, looking down on the waiter as he cowered before the lion, covering his cock and backing away as fast as he could, all the while whimpering pleas for mercy and crying that it wasn't his fault.

"GET OFF MY BED!" My master roared.

The cheetah scrambled to obey, diving off the bed and cowering in the corner, hiding behind the lamppost and watching me dangle in the lion's grasp. I tried to breath, but it was the lack of circulation that was getting to me, my mind was going fuzzy in a way that was getting all too familiar to me and I couldn't help but smile as my limbs went limp, and I found it harder and harder to struggle.

Pebble threw me onto the bed, staring down the Cheetah cowering in the corner. He grabbed me by the tail and pulled hard, dragging me to him. I would have screamed in pain if I had had breath, or the capacity to feel pain at the time. He lifted me by my tail until my as was in the air pointing at the corner where the terrified waiter was hiding.

*Smack

"This! Is mine!" he yelled, spanking my bare ass with a force that sent lightning up my spine and left me screaming in pain.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!" I yelled, my muscles tensing against the blow, and my toes curling, trying to find purchase on the bed to relieve the strain on my tail.

"This is mine and mine alone!" he yelled with another blow, equally as hard, his eyes glaring at the terrified cheetah cowering in the corner.

*Smack

"AAAAHHHHH! Please! No more..." suddenly I was a five year old cub again, cowering before my father as he raged drunkenly about some imagined slight or another, unable to think or reason clearly because my mind was bracing for the pain it knew was coming.

"I fucking warned you!" he bellowed, " I told you not to do it and you directly disobeyed me!"

*Smack *Smack *Smack "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" three more blows landed in quick succession. I whimpered and mewled like a whipped cub, this wasn't what I had wanted, not at all.

"What do have to say!" He yelled, demanding an answer.

I knew what he wanted me to say, he wanted me to apologies, to say I was wrong and that it would never happen again. I knew that if I said those things and meant them that the pain and anger would stop. But I couldn't.

"Answer me!" he roared

"I had to!" I called out at last, the force of his anger reducing me to nothing more than a five year old cowed by his father's wrath.

"You WHAT!?!", he demanded, angered further by getting an answer he didn't want to hear.

"I had to!" I cried, fully expecting to be hit again. "I made a promise" I cried, the child in me coming to the surface to respond to the spanking in the only way it knew how. Tears welled up from some dark depth and all I could think of was not wanting to be hit again, "an Irrevocable promise".

"What the fuck are you talking about?" my tail slipped from his grasp, his confusion and my tears leaching away at his anger until he was left glaring down at my sobbing form, huffing away the last of his anger.

"You wouldn't understand...", I sobbed, feeling my inner child retreating back as my master's anger subsided, "You're not ready to hear it", I continued recalling his words from earlier and bringing them to bear against him, able to think more clearly without the onslaught of rage and pain beating against me.

How could he understand that I had made a vow to the gods of Chaos? God's that for all I knew probably didn't even exist, or who may control every part of the known universe? All I knew is that for some reason I was unwilling to break that vow I had made no matter the trouble it got me into.

"haaaaa" he let out an exasperated sigh, "Drac may have been right about you being more trouble than your worth", he rubbed the bridge of his snout in exasperation, " but your mine now, and I don't give up my toys just because they're willful." His anger was evaporating again, just like the last time. And I found my tears drying up at his promise that he wouldn't give up on me, even despite my new religion.

I looked up at him, my eyes still moist from his discipline, but also with a strong surge of emotion. I was ready to say it, part of it at least. "I'm sorry master, I know it was wrong to disobey you, and I can't promise it won't happen again, but I can promise that I will always make it up to you. And that I will always be yours, no matter what I do." That sounded corny even to me...

We shared a long moment while I waited for him to respond, my eyes searching his for a clue to what he was thinking. That moment seemed to last an eternity, until finally his face cracked into a smile, "Dam right you'll make it up to me", he said, glancing over at the cheetah still cowering in the corner as if he were invisible. "I believe you promised me a show".

I looked over at Rick, who seemed to realize we were talking about him even though his eyes were clamped shut and his hands were covering his ears in a fetal huddle. He looked up to see us both leering at him, "I think you scared him Master" I said, sliding off the bed and creeping over to crouch in front of my cheetah, "but I bet if you promise not to get too jealous, I could coax him into playing with me again". I looked the scared feline directly in the eyes as I spoke, my mischievous grin coming out again as I looked him over like a predator watching his prey.

He looked back at me as if he couldn't quite comprehend what was going on. He couldn't see how we had gone from raging and crying back to lust. His eyes darting from me to the lion standing behind me and back again. His mouth worked nervously, trying to form the questions on his mind but failing to produce any sound at all. He was so cute in his terrified confusion, I helped him understand.

I reached out and pulled him closer, bringing him in for a kiss and giving his mouth something more productive to do. He hesitated at first, his mouth still trying to form words as I slipped my tongue in and flicked it across his own. He responded by matching my movements, our tongues flicking together lightly, his mouth closing into a full kiss, and just like that, he was mine again.

He pressed harder into the kiss and I pulled back, coaxing him out of the corner and lying back on the floor so that he had to move on top of me or else break the kiss. I let go of him, stretching my arms out over my head in a show of submission and let him take the lead. He straddled my hips with his, his cock peeking out of his open fly once again, his tail raised in dominance, a stark contrast to the cowering kitten from moments ago. Maybe the gods are real...

"Dam you do have a way of flipping a situation don't you Roxan?" my master said in an amused tone. "Here are the rules: no one fucks your ass but me. You can suck him, fuck him, kiss him, have him suck you or fuck your face, but his cock never touches your ass. Am I clear?"

I gave him a thumbs up to show I understood while the cheetah used his tongue to explore my mouth. _Mmm how can I push that boundary..._I undid the buttons on his shirt and slid it off his shoulders, exposing his toned chest. He broke from my mouth, lifting himself to his full height while I undid the button to his pants, sliding them down his backside and grabbing a handful of supple yellow ass.

"Get these off", I said, tugging on his pants. "I want to suck your cock while you suck my master's". He hurried to comply, standing up to wiggle out of his pants and giving my master a tentative look before stepping up to kneel over my face, his balls dangling just inches above me where he knelt. My senses were overwhelmed by the sweet scent of sweat and musk, my cheetah's aroma smelt of lust and fear. I couldn't wait another minute, not with those delicious orbs hanging so close to me. I lifted my head, propping myself up on my elbows to reach them, and took them in my mouth, sucking them gently and pulling back lightly. It had the desired effect. My cheetah moaned loudly above me and started stroking himself, each stroke threatening to pull the orbs from my mouth, but I wasn't going to let go of my prize that easily. Careful of my teeth I closed my mouth around his orbs sucking harder and harder to pull his sack farther into my mouth.

My nose was pressed right up into his cock, and each downward stroke he made bopped my nose with his hand just as each upthrust threatened to pull his orbs from my mouth. I looked up to see my Lion step forward, his bare cock at half-mast. He grabbed my boy toy with one hand and guided his open, moaning mouth onto his cock. My toy moaned around my master's girth and I smiled around his orbs. My tongue flicked against his furry sack and his legs tensed beside my head, a tickled giggle escaping his full mouth.

My view of what was happening above me was slightly blocked by my cheetah's shaft as he worked himself vigorously, but I could see enough to know that he was enjoying my masters cock, and that my master was enjoying the attention. My master looked down on me and smiled, forcing the cheetah down on his shaft as far as he could while holding my gaze with a lustful grin. I shivered, knowing that it was me he really wanted to fuck, but first things first.

I winked at my master, reaching up to the cheetah's rear and sliding a dry finger up under his tail. There was enough sweat on his skin to let me slide in, but not enough for it to be comfortable. The cheetah between us coughed and sputtered around my master's shaft, and Pebble reluctantly let him come up for air. He gasped and moaned all at once, his tail hole clenching around my finger, drawing it deeper in. I sucked harder on his balls as he stroked furiously on his shaft. He was getting close, we all knew it.

"Should we let him?" Pebble asked, leaving it up to me to decide my toy's fate.

I shook my head 'no' with a playful grin, pulling his balls this way and that as I did.

My master laughed, taking the cheetah by both arms and lifting them away from his cock. My cheetah moaned and cried out in anguish, "NOOooooohohohooooo..." thrusting against the open air uselessly, desperate for the release so close at hand, but unable to get there.

"Hahahaha" I laughed aloud, watching his thrusts get weaker and his proud standing sag with defeat.

"I don't suppose you have a pair of handcuffs do you?", I asked my master.

"Matter of fact I do" he said with a grin, "what did you have in mind?"

Was not expecting that... "Really?" I still couldn't believe it.

He walked over to a chair where his pants had been neatly folded, both Rick and myself watching him as he went, my finger absently wiggling around inside him. Pebble picked up his pants and slid his hand along the various pouches on his belt until he came to a small leather pouch and produced a pair of metal handcuffs from within.

They weren't the kind with the release tab on them like magicians use, they were real, police grade handcuffs and I was honestly puzzled as to why he had them on his belt. Whatever the reason, he had them, and in the end, that's all that mattered.

My finger stroked faster inside my cheetah's rear and I licked my canines as the idea in my head took root. "Let's handcuff him to the lamp, hands behind his back, and make him watch as we make love.

"huhuhuhuhuhu, my master laughed in a deep masculine way, grabbing my toy by the scruff of his neck and pulling him to his feet, "up" he commanded mid action.

He dragged the whimpering cheetah over to the lamp and smiled when the cheetah put his hands out behind him of his own free will, his shaft twitching slowly up from half-mast. My master secured him, looping the cuffs around the slender lamppost to restrict his motion while I crawled up onto the bed, fixing my dress and underwear in the process, and running a clawed hand through my hair to make myself presentable.

When my master turned around I was posing on the bed, propped up on one elbow with one hand drawing circles over my bellybutton, a seductive smile on my face. The sight of him in the lamplight was magnificent; his muscular body completely nude, his proud erection at full mast. His sheer dominance was accentuated by the naked cheetah handcuffed behind him, a discarded sock stuffed into his mouth to muffle his moans. It should have been enough to make me rock hard, but I wasn't. Despite the burning lust I felt, I was completely flaccid, and to make it stranger, my tail hole felt literally wet with need, I rubbed my cheeks together behind me to find I was actually wet. No way... there's no way this ring actually works... is there?

I didn't get a chance to think it over. My lion was coming over to me, he leaned over me, pressing his cheek to mine and whispered, "Your beautiful" into my ear. Then he kissed my cheek and pulled away just enough so he could look me in the eyes.

Emotion filled my heart as I looked into his eyes, more than lust or desire, it was... happiness, belonging, things I had not truly felt in many years. I looked into those loving eyes and told him what I wanted, "Take me master, Take me as your pet, your slave, your lover". He leaned in, and words were finished.

He kissed me deep and passionately, telling me what he thought through tongue and lips and hands. He climbed onto the bed, rolling me onto my back as he topped me. Holding himself above me so that his physical presence was all I could feel, he pressed himself against me, not laying his weight on me, but holding himself on top of me so that I could feel his strength where he pressed, and his body where he didn't. I ran my hands down his naked flanks, feeling his ribs beneath muscle and fur and I wanted him. I wanted him so badly that it hurt. I rolled my hips up against him, rubbing my flaccid self against his body through the little black dress.

His shaft was like a radiating rod of heat pressing against my body, starting below my crotch and extending up to my bellybutton, he was so hard, and I was so wet, I could barely control myself.

"mmmMMMMMMMPH!" I moaned into his mouth, desperate to communicate my need but at a loss for how. He seemed to understand, pulling back from our kiss positioning himself to kneel between my legs.

He slid his hands up my thighs, slowly, catching the bottom of my dress and pulling it up to expose the black panties I wore beneath. The words, "Pebble's Toy" stood out in gold lettering against the black fabric. He ran his hands across the fabric, rubbing over my flaccid member and closing around it with a squeeze.

I moaned and rolled my hips into his hand, the attention doing nothing to engorge my useless member. He chuckled to himself with one last squeeze of my shaft before hooking the thong with his fingers and sliding my panties down my legs. I lifted both legs into the air so he could take them completely off.

With my panties removed, there was nothing between his shaft and my hole, but still he delayed. He wrapped his arms around my legs and pressed his nose to my feet. Inhaling deeply before rubbing his cheek against the soles of my feet, marking them with his scent. He lick acrose my soles and between my toes, the ticklish sensation making me giggle like a school girl and wiggle my toes for him.

That did it. He lifted me by my legs and lined himself up under my tail, his cock felt burning hot against the cool wetness of my ring, but I welcomed the heat. He spread my legs apart and pressed himself in, sliding smoothly through my dampness and lowering himself ontop of me so that my view was once again obscured by his muscular chest.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!" I inhaled sharply, his size still enough to make me clench around him, even though I had taken him just hours early. I had to incline my head to look at his face, but when I did, I saw that he was looking down at me as well. He pulled back and thrust hard into me, a single solitary thrust that used his entire length and made me gasp like it was his initial entrance. It felt amazing, and he knew it, so he did it again. Another single thrust that used the entire length of my cavity and then some, stretching me in short pleasurable intervals. Again and again he thust, pausing after each one so that each thrust felt like a lone thrust, despite the ones before and after.

I told him what I thought of his cock by making pleasurable faces up at him, punctuated by moans and gasps when his tip struck home.

My legs curled up around his midsection, locking behind his back. Slowly but steadily the length between thrusts decreased until he had built a slow steady Rhythm, pistoning into me with relentless controlled thrusts.

My un-natural moisture had coated his cock so that It slid in and out without catching, and I lost myself in the pleasure of his thrusting. I closed my eyes and moaned in time to his thrusts, my tongue lolling out in ecstasy with every thrust. My head fell to the side and I opened my eyes to see my boy toy still handcuffed where we had left him. The look of lust on his face and trail of pre down his shaft spoke volumes of what he thought of the show.

I mouth to him silently 'You want this?' he nodded quickly, whimpering into the sock and thrusting uselessly at the air, making the lamp post rattle until he stopped, his whole body shaking with frustration and lust. 'You can't have it' I mouthed again, watching his face contort in agony and almost laughing at the sheer pleasure I got from watching him squirm.

"Master, harder", I moaned at length. The lion responded in good measure, speeding his pace considerably and pressing harder with each thrust. I wasn't moaning anymore, I was screaming in pleasure at every thrust until they all blended together into one long cry of ecstasy.

"AAaaaAAAAaaaAAAAaaaaaAA!!!!" I cried, the lust inside me threatening to burst through my body but having nowhere to go. FUCK IT!!! OK ITS FUCKING MAGIC I DON'T CARE ANYMORE JUST LET ME FUCKING GET HARD AND CUM!!!! "MastuUUuuuUUUuuuR!" I cried out as he fucked me harder and faster than ever, unable to form words between his powerful thrusts. "Please....can....I...Get...HARD! AAAAA!!!"

"HAHAHAHA! The lion roared his joy above me. "I thought you'd NEVER ask!" he looked down at me with a predators grin, his teeth showing white and deadly above me as lust drove him deep into my tail hole. "YES!" he huffed, "You can get hard, but don't cum until I give the word"

"Yes sir" I replied. With permission given my cock inflated instantly. Swelling to fit the platinum ring and then some! My cock was so hard it hurt. The pressure in my tip threatening to push me over the edge at any moment, like all the lust of the night was hitting me all at once. I wanted to cum so badly it was threatening to shred my mind. My cock felt ready to explode, but no matter what I did, or how good I felt, I couldn't take that final step, I couldn't cum.

"AAAhhhHH! I need to cum!" I yelled less than a minute after being allowed to harden.

"Not yet", my master commanded, "I want to see you move".

"Wha--?" I was suddenly rolling across the bed and ontop of my master, his sudden turn a blur of motion that left me straddling him, sitting on his cock.

"Ride me Roxan, ride me, and you can cum when I do".

I didn't need to be told twice. Knowing what I had to do to cum, I rode his cock without a second thought, lifting myself up as far as I could and sitting down hard on his cock. Up and down, up and down, an orgasmic merry go round that had my shaft flapping in the wind, slapping his belly on the each down, and adding to my need to orgasm.

"Cum for me Master!" I cried out, "Fill me with your cum". He was getting close, his lust getting the better of his self-control. His hands grabbed my rump and took control of me once more, guiding me up and down on his massive rut stick. Then his hips joined the battle, thrusting madly into me as his face twisted with need, his head tilting back as he tried to hold on as long as he could.... This is it!!!

ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He bellowed with primal fury! His hips pushing up with a vengeful force as his hands pulled me down onto him at the same time as his barbs flaring out and his cock erupting inside of me! The force of it left me paralyzed above him my head thrown back as I gave a silent scream to the heavens and cum filled my anal cavity. My condition met, the platinum ring let me cum. My cock throbbing with the force of a dozen orgasms and I gave voice to my silent scream, adding my feminine cry to my master's roar "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" My cum flew everywhere, projecting with an unheard of force that can only be described as magical, my seed landing across my masters chest, face, and the wall behind him.

I convulsed atop him for several minutes, my eyes rolling back into my head with the force of my pleasure until at length all went black...

When I awoke, my lion was gone. I was completely naked and tucked under the covers of the bed we had been fucking in and there was a note on the table beside me, being weighed down by the platinum cock ring. I picked it up and scanned it briefly, my eyes taking a second to adjust to wakefulness before I could read it clearly

Roxan-

You were great last night, and I can't wait to do it again. Unfortunately I got a call and had to leave on business. On the table is a phone and the cock ring, keep both on you at all times in case I call and be ready for me at any time. Until I return you are to continue your training with Darkstar and enjoy your new Toy. I left him where you could find him.

With love,

-Pebble

I looked up from the note and found the cheap blue cellphone on the table near were the note had been. On the floor, still handcuffed to the knocked over lamp lay the Cheetah, sleeping in a dry pool of jizz. Guess the show was that good eh?

I looked around my new bedroom, taking in the decore for the first time, before settling my gaze back on the sleeping cheetah, my new fuck toy.

Life is good, I thought.

Fin.