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Splotches 1: Caught

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Ellery

He dropped his overnight bag with a thud. The sound of books on cloth letting out a few muffled bangs, as the contents shifted on the floor. He flapped his ears and ran his fingers through his short auburn hair. He was a scrawny college boy, a little buck white-tail. His fur was a little darker tan than the usual white-tail, but other than that the only thing remarkable thing about him was how pathetically small he was.

"Thanks for letting me stay over," He gave a sly smile before adding her childhood nickname. "Pepper."

She put her hands on her hips and smirked, "Call me Pepper again and you'll be sleeping in the tub, Buttons."

She looked him over like a cat does her next meal. Her tail curling.

"What'd you say they were fumigating for again?"

He shuddered a little."Silverfish. Little crawly, shrimpy things."

"You better not have brought any into my house." She pinned her ears and smiled. "Little, crawly, shrimpy things. Must be relatives of yours."

He blushed and frowned. She primped her hair and smiled.

She wasn't scrawny, or at least she didn't look scrawny under all that fur. Monica Pepperidge was a fluffy Maine Coon and in Ellery's eyes she was the epitome of womanhood. Her puffy, patterned fur and silky, ginger hair clashed in the cutest way. Her breasts weren't overly large and her hips weren't overly plumped. But she had a nice shape. When she sauntered past him in her yellow sundress, the line of panties over hips under dress accentuated just so. She pined her ears and swatted her massive tail. Her hands brushed his hair out of his eyes and then went to grab his pitiful, single point antlers.

He tried to push her hand away with a weak swat. "Don't bother my antlers."

She gave him a smirk. "How can I bother them? They're barely there. When are you going to grow some extra tines, Button-buck?"

He could have made a joke about her tits, but he preferred to cross his eyes and stick out his tongue. She didn't laugh, she just choked back a grin and walked past him. She headed for her bedroom with a swat of her tail.

"Me and Garreth are going out tonight, you okay here by yourself?"

He started to answer, but she spun on her heels.

"You're not still afraid of the dark, are you?" She shouted, eyes huge and he gulped.

"No!"

"Pfft, I bet. I bet, you'll be begging to climb into bed with me."

She sauntered again, ducking around the door frame. Closing the door in his face, as he tried to follow. He stood there, with his ears drooped and his hooves shuffling.

"I'm not, Buttons anymore." He sighed under his breath. He wanted into that bedroom, he wanted into her bed. He wasn't afraid of the dark like he was as a fawn. If only he could change that. If only he could go back and tell himself to buck up. Maybe then Pepper, his beloved Pepper-cat, wouldn't think of him as little Buttons now. All those times as a fawn he'd run to her for protection from the dark or bullies. If only he'd just been a man then. If he'd been better, Garreth wouldn't be in the picture.

"What'd you say?" She shouted from her room.

"I asked which room was mine." He lied.

"Across the hall. You know, if you get scared and need to run away from the boogeyman. I'm right here."

He could tell she was smirking.

He drug his books into the opposite room and hung his head. How could he ever compete with Garreth? He'd never met Garreth and he knew that he was more of a man than him. His name was Garreth for crying out loud. He put his head down and listened to Pepper-cat getting ready for her date. Perfume squirting, closet doors opening and closing. With a little creak her bedroom door inched open. He stood up and walked to the frame of his bedroom door.

"So when am I going to meet your boyfriend?" He asked. His eyes fixed on the cracked door and suddenly on the mirror. Pepper-cat swished across the room holding a red dress in her hands. With a little shimmy she dropped her yellow sundress to the floor and tossed it to the bed. Pepper-cat's hands undid the snap on her bra and Ellery's heart stopped. Her modest breasts wobbled free and hung, as she leaned forward, one hand on the supports of her standing mirror and dropped her panties. For a painful instant, he saw her in all her glory. Her round hips swayed and her tail swatted, giving him a view of her pinkest places. His shorts tightened and she stepped away from the mirror.

Ellery ran back to his bed and sat cross-legged to hide the rager in his little jogging shorts.

"Probably tonight," She said over the rustle of clothes.

She opened the door to her bedroom and gave it a little tug, leaving it cracked again. She stood in his doorway now. Tight, red dress and teased up hair, red high heels and lighter red stockings.

"Don't worry about all the banging and moaning you hear tonight. The ghosts in my house don't pick on people smaller than them."

He wanted to cry. He wasn't Buttons anymore. He wanted her so much more, though. That little glimpse made him want to shove his snout under the hem of her skirt. He could smell her perfume, he could taste her lips, but only in his mind.

"I'll just put my headphones on." He gave a nervous laugh.

"Hey." She softened her smile. "I'm glad you're here, Ellery. Maybe tomorrow, after Garreth goes home we can do something together. Like we used to?"

"You want to stay up all night playing video games and watching movies?" He tried to play off the idea as childish, his eyebrows arching in false mockery.

"That and give you a haircut. You look like one of those shaggy, boy-band guys."

He laughed, but gulped back a whimper. Boy... That's all he was in her eyes. A little fawn with button antlers.

"Thanks again, Pepper." He took a book out of his bag to hide behind and reclined on the bed.

"Later, Buttons." She headed for the door. He hesitated, then jumped to his hooves as he heard it close. He wanted to tell her to stay, he wanted to demand that he wasn't a fawn. He choked just like always. Running to the door, he saw her get in a waiting car... And his Pepper-cat was gone.

All he could do was look where she had been, and blush at the shameful point in his shorts. His Pepper left him high and wet again, did she know? Did his Pepper-cat have any clue that she was the queen of his world? That she was everything he'd ever wanted in a friend, everything he'd ever wanted in a sister, a mother, and as an adult, everything he wanted in a lover? Everything he'd ever had sultry dreams over. His Pepper-cat wasn't his, but she was everything that it meant to be a woman to him. He wandered her house, with his head down. She was off with some other man, now. She probably wouldn't be back tonight. He hoped she wouldn't be back tonight. How could he stay here, and see her with another guy? How could he hear "that" and not want to run in and throw him off her? How could he ever be anything but her stupid, little Buttons?

He wandered back to his bedroom, past that door. That wonderful door that gave that terrible glance of his Pepper-cat's perfect rear end. His cock jumped from the sheathe again, distending his jogging shorts in a blunt point at that thought. Her pink split, that adorable puckered butthole under her shaggy tail. He had to have that rear end somehow. He wanted to push his cheek against her perfect ass, feel that heavy, shaggy tail over him, run his tongue over her pink. He'd die right then and there just to smell her pussy.

"Just to smell... Her... Pussy."

Pepper-cat's pussy was gone, but her panties weren't. His brain was on fire and his shorts were wet on that note. Her burgundy, silk panties with the red, lace roses were right there. Hanging delicate and delicious off the leg of the mirror.

"I can't do that. That's perverted."

He looked through the cracked door at the soft, silk panties. It wasn't fair that it was wrong, life was so unfair that she'd worn those. His Pepper-cat wore those over her most coveted places, and that was the closest he'd ever be to her. The closest he'd ever be to wrapping his arms around her thigh, like a fawn clinging to his mother. The closest he'd ever be to resting his cheek on her round hips. The closest he'd ever be to her most dreamed of spot.

Ellery's hand was on the door knob, now. His fur stood on end, as he entered Pepper-cat's bedroom.

"Oh man..." He gulped stepping into her room.

Even her bedroom was hot. Lavender wallpaper with white floral patterns. Red velvet sheets on her four-post bed, with draping, lavender silk hangings. Dark, wood dressers and an armoire full of things that had touched her divine body. Her room was his wet dream come true. His hooves didn't make a sound on the hardwood, he couldn't step on the lavender rugs. What if he left a print?

He sneaked to the standing mirror, his breath caught in his throat. Her panties were so soft under his finger, the little, lace roses slipped under his thumbs. He took them to his nose and his mind flared like a match-head. His first smell of pussy, her pussy, his Pepper-cat's beautiful pussy. She smelled nothing like he'd ever imagined, but so much better. Bodily, salty, somehow heady and metallic, but still so good. It sent a rippling tremor down his side. He fell backward onto her bed and smelled again.

He could see her in his mind, laying sprawled on the bed. She slithered on her back, her fur fluffed out.

"Come here, Ellery. I want to teach you something."

She always taught him when they were kids. She taught him how to whistle, taught him how to tie his shows, how to do multiplication. Every little and big thing he learned she taught him. How he wished she'd teach him adult things now. He'd never touched a woman. He'd never wanted anyone but his Pepper-cat. Life was so unfair.

He wanted her to beckon to him just like that. He wanted her to teach him how to be a man, how to please her. He almost came in his shorts, thinking about his Pepper-cat purring to him. His shorts were sticky and wet now, better to just get rid of them. He slipped his shorts off to the floor. His gooey cock dribbling down his sheathe while he rested his bare ass on her bed. The feel of red velvet under him was like throwing petrol on his horny fire, made all the worse by the fact it was her bed. His eyes opened to see her bra, laying open next to him. Made of the same burgundy silk and lace roses. He reached out for it, felt the soft cups and brought it to his nose. A different scent now, bodily but different. Her bra carried the scent of perfume, the scent he could only now name as hers, and just a hint of sweat.

"She made these." He sniffed again.

Her work was unmistakable. It was made strong, with heavy stitches. Her tailoring work wasn't cheap, it wasn't frail like mass produced clothing. Her handmade clothes were made to stand up to everyday wear, she even made the roses tough. He ran his hands over her silk stockings, double thick and durable. They smelled of perfume and just a hint of feet.

He sniffed her panties again, that scent was pure bliss. He looked at their soft inner lining and groaned. These panties had touched her, they still smelled like her. It was the closest he'd ever been and the closest he'd ever get. He touched her inside out panties to his dick and sighed. A little trail of wet, buck spunk stretched between her panties and him.

"I hope that dries before she comes back."

He shivered. Everything he was doing was so sick and perverted. He'd fight another man over doing something like this to her. He'd lose, but he'd swing first. But then again, she liked to teach him. And he was learning. Learning how a woman smelled. Dampened panties touched dribbling dick again. Her panties felt so good and he wanted her scent on him. He slipped his shirt off. He pressed her bra to his chest, lifted it, and smelled her scent on his fur. In that cloudy moment of experimentation something unknowable went on in his brain. Her clothes felt so soft, her scent smelled so good. If he put her clothes on... Just tried them on for a few seconds... He'd have her all over him. He sat on the edge of her bed, white tail up, knees trembling. He'd never done anything like this before. What if he stretched her clothes, got his scent on them, or put a runner in her stockings. His heart pounded in his chest. To be that close to his Pepper-cat... it was all worth it.

One trembling leg started down her double-lined, silk stocking. His hoof pointed down to keep from snagging. With a little tug, it slipped up his thigh and... fit! Pepper-cat's stockings fit him! The more he thought, the more he realized how close in size they were. Aside from the end made for feet instead of hooves, they actually fit. And what's more they felt good; soft and a little airy. Another leg, another stocking, another near perfect fit. He walked over to the standing mirror and looked at his legs.

"Not bad." He said under his breath. The stockings went all the way up his thigh, and with a little ingenuity Pepper-cat had made the tops work like socks. No need for garters with her handiwork. Next, he picked up the burgundy, silk bra.

"Now for the hard part."

He'd heard stories of how hard these things were to get off, and it took a lot of fidgeting and turning to find the right angle in the mirror. After a few moments of trying, Pepper-cat's bra snapped in place firm, despite his lack of tits. She was a little less than a handful, so he didn't have far to go to fill her cups. He batted his ears and pressed her bra to his chest with a little gasp.

He slipped her dress over his head once and failed. Realizing he'd put it on backward, he ducked and tossed it off, spun it around and dropped it again. He swished his skirt and lifted the hem a little, it all fit so well. A deep breath filled his longs with the scent of her and her perfume.

"One more thing." He bit his lip and picked up her panties. This was it, he was going to be immersed in his Pepper-cat's smell, feel everything she felt. One hoof in the leg hole, the other hoof followed. He pulled her panties up above his knees. They were going to feel so good, so soft, and he'd touch his bits to hers, even if by proxy. "Oh yeah."

He closed his eyes and savored the moment as he pulled them up his thighs.

"Oh-ho-ho, my fuck!" She laughed.

Horror shot down his spine. She stood in the doorway, cellphone in hand and the worst smile of all time on her face. His eyes got huge and his head spun. He was going to pass out.

"This is going in my special, jill-off folder." She said snapping pictures as his face turned a whine red and panic set in so hard he couldn't move.

"I... I, Pepper-" His knees knocked and he dropped the pilfered panties. He started to bolt past her, but her hand caught his chest.

"Nuh-uh-uh! Where are you going, panty-boy?"

In an instant he was against the wall and she was holding her stolen panties in her hand. Her fangs had never looked so big and sharp, as she held him there, claws against his chest.

"You ain't done." She laughed and leaned into his ear, breathing a hot breath into his ear. "Put your panties on, Buttons. You can't go without them in that dress." She whispered, bit the edge of his nose and pushed the panties into his hands again.

"I thought you were going out with Garreth?" He whimpered, taking the panties from her without any thought.

"Garreth had his hands all over me as soon as I got in the car. We didn't make it to the turn for town before I slapped his shit." She lifted his skirt a little.

"Now put those panties on, I want you to wear them." Her claws left his chest and instead snagged in his cheek fur. "I want you to wear those dirty panties. I haven't washed them and I jilled-off in them last night... Twice."

Two fingers held up in his face.

"I want my dirty panties around your balls, Buttons." She lifted his skirt higher. His wet cock brushed against her red dress. "Do it."

He'd seen that evil look in her eyes a million times in his fantasies. She licked her lips and guided his hands. Her insistent hand and threatening teeth forced his hooves in place, but the thought of her dirty panties pulled them up his thighs. Silk met balls and sheathe and ass. She dropped his skirt back in place, stepped back and snapped another picture.

"Don't." He whined but she snapped away.

"I always wondered why you never tried to get in my pants." She snapped another picture and lowered her camera. "Now I know why. You didn't want in them, you just wanted to wear them!"

His eyes showed to the whites and horror shook his head as she laughed at him. "No! It's not like that, I-"

"It's totally like that, I caught you in the act, you little panty-thief."

He shook his head and begged her, as she snapped photo after photo.

"Your ass is mine now, Buttons."

"Wh-what?" He stuttered.

She turned her phone around. "Post images on social media: Yes? No?" Showed on the screen.

"I've got blackmail material for all eternity on you, Buttons."

He jumped at her to grab the phone, but she held it just out of his reach. She laughed and a few nervous tears fell out of his eyes. His heart pounding, his cock withdrew into his sheathe and suddenly her panties fit him as best as they ever could.

"Please, no. Pepper, come on!"

He begged, his hands clasped in front of him. He fell on his knees.

"What, don't you think all our friends want to see you in your pretty dress?"

She scratched his cheek and put her phone away. She stopped laughing at him now, and instead chuckled and ruffed his hair.

"Would I do that to you, Buttons?"

"No?" He shivered and she knelt down with him. She rubbed his shoulders and gave him a toothy grin.

"Of course not, as long as you do whatever I say from now on."

He could only hope she was joking, but as she leaned in and kissed his burning, red cheek he forgot the threat.

"The thing I don't get is, if you wanted to wear dresses and panties why didn't you just tell me? I'd have made you all kinds of sexy clothes."

"I didn't! I mean, I don't. I just-"

"Oh drop the act, Buttons. It's ok, you can tell me." She kissed his nose to shut him up, and rested her hand on the small of his back.

"I just wanted to smell like you."

She mocked a sniff and raised an eye brow. "You do now."

He winced, her hand playfully patting his balls in her panties. He wanted to talk, but every time he opened his mouth she gave him a quick kiss on the nose or lips.

"So, are you into guys or-"

He slung his head, interrupting her. "No, I just. I can't even explain it, Pepper. I just wanted to smell you and touch what you'd worn."

She smiled again. "Why?" She put her hand on the base of his throat and gave a playful squeeze. He gasped and pulled away out of instinct, before she pushed again and put him on the floor.

"Little Buttons got a hardon for his Pepper-cat?" She hovered over him like she'd move in for the kill, while he struggled to answer.

"Well..." He blushed again and she put a little pressure on his throat again.

"What, you think I don't know? Don't think I see your little peeny sticking up every time bend over or show you my tits?"

"Little!" He felt tears welling up in his eyes again, as she lifted his skirt.

"Itty, bitty, teeny, meeny, little peeny." She mocked, grabbing the edge of his sheathe through the burgundy panties.

He cough and jerked to get up, but she pushed him back down by the throat.

"Calm down, Buttons. I'm playing. Your dick's that not tiny."

She rolled her eyes, shoved his legs out of the way, hiked up her skirt, and seated herself on him. Pilfered panties met no-panties; coveted pussy and body weight entombing his manhood in silk, pressing him down painfully.

"The question is, what are you going to do with your prick?"

With both hands on his throat she pressed down. Hard hands pressed him against harder floor and his body shook. He could still breathe, but choked all the same. He grabbed her wrists, as he felt weakness radiate from her grip to his arms. She bore down, ground her soaking nether-lips against his trapped cock and rocked a few times.

"I'm asking you a question, panty-thief. You want me to fuck you, little Buttons? You want me to make you cum in the panties you stole?"

Her grip eased up and he coughed. She roughed his hair, pain shot down his cock while she rocked in place. With her weight there he couldn't get out of his sheathe. It was like laying on his belly with his dick trying to pop out, but infinitely worse.

"Please, Pepper-cat."

She jumped in place, he popped out of his sheathe, and his dick stretched her panties. She slithered down his belly, hiked his skirt a little more, pulled his panties down, and bore her teeth. There was a moment of fear, sharp teeth meeting dribbling buck-cock... And then a gentle suckling. With a wet slurp and pursed lips she blew him. Once down to the sheathe, she pulled back and sucked from half-shaft to head twice. Her mouth was cooler than he'd expected, but still good. She waggled her tongue and popped her lips.

"Please, Pepper-cat, what?"

She jumped on him again, warm, wet pussy-lips on his shaft, pressing him against his belly under her weight.

"Tell me what you want, panty-boy."

"Please, fuck me."

"Say, please make me your bitch, Pepper-cat." She rocked again, warmth drizzling on his shaft while she shifted her weight. "Say, please make me your bitch, Pepper-cat, and I'll blow your fucking mind."

He wanted to answer, but her hands choked him again. This time he couldn't breathe, but she forced her tongue in his mouth.

"Say it, you panty stealing slut-boy."

Her grip loosened.

"Please make me your bitch, Pepper-cat."

She lifted up on her knees, her eyes locking with his and her hands locking around his throat. She never looked anywhere but his eyes, as she swooped back and enveloped him. He tried to gulp, but her choking grip wouldn't let him. He tried to gasp, he tried to moan, but nothing could come out. All he could do was shiver while she rocked on him. Her eyes closed, and some muscle-action he'd never known of gripped him and quivered. She worked her hips in amazing ways, shift left, swivel back, rock right. Every second she was clutching, and grasping, rocking and sliding.

"How's that feel, Buttons?" She smiled, eyes still closed, hips still rocking. He couldn't answer and she couldn't help but laugh. "Let me know if I'm too hard, I don't want to break your little peeny off."

Her hands were on his throat again.

Before he could understand what was happening, his head was against the foot board of the bed, and so was hers. He lay there, with his panties around his thighs. His dick back inside his sheathe, stewing in a mixture of sweat, poon drippings, and a helping of his own cum. She leaned there, running her tongue across her teeth, scratching her nose.

"Wow." He muttered, but she just whistled.

"Thirty seconds, not bad, for a virgin." She punched his shoulder.

"Was I... Good?"

He blushed again and she switched her tail about.

"Yeah, I mean you lasted longer than I thought. You were already pretty worked up and I rocked you pretty hard. I hope you at least remember it."

He scratched his head, and grimaced. "I..."

"Well shit, I knew better than to choke you that hard." She sighed, and roughed his hair.

"Why, what-"

"You screamed, came inside me, and passed out."

He showed her the whites of his eyes again.

"Don't worry." She stretched her arms and pulled him over against her side. "You'll do better next time."

"I will?" His heart raced.

"Sure, I'll teach you." She smiled, running her fingers through his hair. "Freakin' shot in the dark, here, but did you ever find a job on campus?" She twitched her ears, watching the sleepy expression on his face change.

"No, they never called me back at the café. Why?"

"Want to be a Pepperidge Boy?" She raised her eyebrows to entice, he raised his to question.

"A what?"

She walked over and dug around the closet for a moment, before coming back with her sketchbook.

"You know how I've been doing custom tailoring for commission?"

He nodded, and she flipped pages.

"Well you're not the only guy that's wanted to try on my panties."

He tried to protest, but she rested the sketchbook on his nose.

"Check it out."

She turned the sketch book around, and showed him her latest drawing. The scene was a sort of Victorian garden, with a lattice work arch, flower pots and roses all around. Under the arch was a little sign, "Pepperidge Boys." Beneath that various scenes of lingerie clad, frolicking figures with unfinished heads. Some were bound, some fought with pillows, others beckoned or looked sultry in general. All the beautiful, lingerie models had two things in common: they were skinny and they were all boys.

"You let me slut you up to advertise my webste, you get a cut of the profits. You let me put you on camera and really slut things up, and not only do you get cut, you'll get a bigger cut." She smiled and he grimaced at the thought of being filmed like that.

"I don't know."

"You didn't listen, did you?"

He yelped and grunted as she grabbed his balls.

"I said you have to do whatever I say from now on, Buttons. And I want you to be my little cut-slut."

"I don't want to wear women's underwear anymore."

"You're in luck, cause it'd be boys panties. I thought I taught you to read, Buttons. Pepperidge Boys, come on, sweetheart."

"But it's still girl's clothes."

"Better change that tune if you want pussy from me again. The only way you'll get it from me is if you let me dress you up like my perfect, little slut boy." She gripped his balls a little tighter. "But you still didn't hear me. I said you get cut. I like a certain kind of porn. Skinny boys in panties, sure. But you know what I really love?"

He shook his head and then jerked. The gap between balls and ass stung with a sudden gouge. Her hand grabbed his throat and pressed him against the headboard. With his balls encircled by her thumb and middle-finger she turned her hand, her index claw was already sunk in above the split of his hips. With the turning of her hand, her claw tore a little gash.

Ellery, jerked and tried to scream, feeling warm blood leak down his hips and onto his silk panties. She pulled his panties down around his knees and looked at the blood on her claw, letting it trickle down her finger. A warm, wet line of blood ran down into her palm. She had a stoic look as she watched Ellery bleed from just under his balls. Blood running down, over his hips, dripping onto the floor. The seat of his panties were stained and tacky, but they'd just barely soaked through the first layer of silk.

He touched his hand to the wound and looked at the blood on his fingers.

"Why'd you do that?"

He whimpered, and she wiped her bloody hand on his face.

"Ever heard of blood-play?" She sniffed the air and licked her lips. "I love seeing skinny boys bleed."

Her fur stood on end, and she took a deep breath. "I love the way it smells, I love the way it tastes."She licked her palm.

She licked his bloodied cheek, next. Her clean hand bore its index claw just behind his ear. He winced again, a little rip, and she was purring and licking behind his ear. A few laps at the fresh cut and she withdrew. She pulled his panties back up and pressed them hard against his wounded groin.

"But most of all, I love to see skinny boys bleeding in their little panties." She rubbed a bloodied hand against her groin.

"Bleed for me, Buttons. Let me dress you up like a doll and bleed you just a little." She grabbed her camera, snapping a picture of a mortified, cross-dressed Ellery in blood-soaked panties. "That's a keeper, one for the website."

She dug through her purse. "Since you can't plug it up, you'll have to pad it up. I don't want too much blood on the panties you stole."

"What does that mean?" His groin stung from the gash and he gulped. Her eyes were distant, but full of lust.

She leaned in, pricking his chin with her claw.

"Come here, Ellery. I want to teach you something..." She said with a toothy smile, holding a maxi-pad in her hands.

**End Part 1**