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Authority - Part One

The chatter of people relaxing at outdoor café tables whizzed into Siaru's ears as he moved briskly down the somewhat busy sidewalk. He moved in a fashion much akin to that of spies from campy movies, dressed in trench coats with high collars and trilby's casting shadows over their faces as they moved about, unseen and inconspicuous to all but the audience, a pistol hidden away inside their long coats in case of ambush. While he mimicked the movement, it was his dress fashion that was quite out of the ordinary. Running down from his torso was a medium length black crop top shirt, not at all fancy but it left his midriff quite exposed. Lower he sported an almost brand new pair of dark blue denim short shorts complemented by a (hopefully) unseen pair of hot pink panties that fit snuggly around his crotch. Lower still and the wolf's legs were covered in long pink and black striped stockings that ran up to just past over his knees, leaving plenty of his thighs exposed for visual pleasure. The main problem with this attire was that it attracted more stares and turned more heads than any normal pieces of clothing would, a very opposite manner to what he'd been aiming for.

"Just don't look down, please don't look down..." The wolf thought to himself, giving off a nervous smile whenever he passed by an ever too curious male. It wasn't the stares that bothered him; it was what they were staring at. To any unfamiliar viewer, when dressed up as girly as he was, Siaru could pass for a feminine woman if he played it out well and had control over himself. Sure, the lack of visible breasts was a bit of a giveaway but it wasn't uncommon for a woman to be an A-cup, with some men even preferring it that way. However, his body shape wasn't the problem, it was his control over it, and it was lacking at this time. Every time he locked eyes with an admirer, he prayed that they wouldn't look down at his short shorts where he kept his hidden 'pistol', as within them was a raging beast of a cock, pent up from just being released from a two week chastity spree. There was a silver lining however, as the pants were made nice, thick and tight (oddly enough, they appeared to fit him perfectly for a pair that was 'just found out back') which meant they were able to keep his erection down and show off a most teasing arse as he walked by. Which also happened to be the other source of his woes, as his tail-hole was dripping with lukewarm cum from being fucked by Ellis a little under half an hour ago, the sex resulting in Siaru being freed from his chastity cage. The fabric of his denim pants was thick enough to hide any white stains from his underwear, but he wasn't sure if it could mask the sickly sweet smell of seed that wafted out of his panties.

So he hurried along at his sharp pace, hoping to only get stares from the crowd and not attracting any curious spectators. But ultimately, there were those whose eyes couldn't resist.

"Hello there, young lady! Might I inquire to speak with you?" Siaru paused in his tracks. The words of a honeyed tongue washed into his ears and over his body. It was irresistible to him, and so he turned to face whoever had just called him. Turning around, he came face to face with an elderly lion man who was dressed in a remarkably tidy tweed suit. The mixed coloured brown and grey fabric ran down his body to a pair of well-polished shoes, the cloth running back up again to dark grey waistcoat and underneath that, a white collared shirt and a simple, black tie. Clearly it was man who was out for business, or he at least liked to be dressed and ready in the event it suddenly was to arise.

"Why, I hate to ask such a charming young gir-" The lion stopped, sizing up Siaru. The wolf shifted nervously, his thighs tightening together in hopes of pushing his downward pointing cock behind him. He felt a blush come to his face as the lion looked back up, a clear expression of interest painted across his elderly face.

"Why, how wonderful! To think I thought you were a woman! Hah, curse my eyes, surely I'm not that old yet!" The lion laughed as he finished, regaining his composure and turning his face to a look of curiosity once he realised Siaru hadn't the faintest idea who he was.

"Oh my dear boy, I forgot. They had you under a blindfold that entire time! 'For customer anonymity!' What a joke! Ah, I am truly sorry for confusing you like that. Allow me to introduce myself, properly this time. I am Lord Jeremiah, at your service." Jeremiah completed an extravagant bow for Siaru. The wolf could only think if the man was a time traveller with the upright and mannerly fashion he acted. Nonetheless, Siaru was flattered by the gesture. He suddenly realised who this man was: the sweet lipped man who had courted him back when the wolf was bound, gagged and blindfolded when he had been 'working' for Vivian. The lion had been the gentlest of the lot, though he had suspected the cunning vixen had sent him in first in order to get the wolf's hopes up.

"I am so very sorry to not have called, but imagine how awkward it would have been had I not known your name! So then, what shall this humble Lord call you?"

"Er..er...Siaru. Nothing fancy there, just me!" The wolf stumbled with his words, nervously trying to act casual about standing in the middle of a public sidewalk dressed like a hooker.

"Oh, do not worry there! I am lord of a few square meters back in my native land! Hah! Though I do own a large estate a few minutes out of town. Perhaps you would like my details?" Siaru had no time to respond as Jeremiah whipped out a business card that included full name (a rather extravagant one at that), phone number, address and a few other bits and pieces, such as a fax number.

"I shall try get around to calling you sometime, if that is ok? The wife is out of town for some weeks and I have a rather empty house, if you know what I mean?" Out of the blue, the lion winked at Siaru. The wolf blushed at the thought of spending a weekend with the Lord, his sweet voice, his gentlemanly way, and of course, his soft, sensual touch that he had given Siaru before when they had made love. It made the wolf giddy just thinking about it. While he was still a stranger by normal standards, there was some sort of connection that Siaru could feel between himself and the lion, awkward enough, but at least it wasn't some brute that'd pulled him over and forced the wolf to give him a blowjob in a back alley. Although...that was somewhat appealing to a darker side of Siaru. Shaking his head to get rid of the deviant thought, he turned his attention back the lion.

"Of course I would! It'd be my pleasure." The wolf felt his tail rise in excitement, even if just a little.

"Very good! I shall try and get in touch with you soon! Anyway, I must be off and I am sure you don't want me holding you here any longer. Farewell!" Jerimiah made a sweeping gesture before hurriedly running off. Smiling, Siaru turned his head towards the direction he was heading before he had been caught, thinking about the restaurant tha-

Vivian.

"Oh shit." He thought, jumping to a running pace as he remembered the vixen. Ellis had already made him late and caused the wolf's tail-hole to be dripping, and now Lord Jeremiah had caused him to be delayed even further. Luckily enough his panties and short shorts were very unconstricting to his legs, allowing him to dexterously weave in and out of the crowd as he made his way to the restaurant that he was scheduled to meet Vivian at. Turning a corner, he saw the sign of the place a few meters up the road. Sighing with relief, he slowly walked the last few steps up to the door, catching his breath. Opening the door to the sound of a jingling bell, he stepped inside, peering around for any sign of the vixen. Tables and side booths were filled with customers, though there were a few free spots where she might have be-

"Don't move or else you'll get hurt."

Siaru felt a cold round object pressing lightly through the fabric of his black crop top and into his skin, metal most likely. The voice from behind was feminine yet very dominant. Damn, how he hated when she did this.

"Put your hands behind your back and keep quiet. No sudden moves."

Reluctantly, Siaru moved both his wrists back to rest on his arse, suddenly joined by the feeling of heavy yet fluffy metal rings lock around each of them. Handcuffs, no doubt, and fuzzy (likely pink) ones at that.

"You have the right to remain chaste" the vixen stated, her police like authority ringing in his ears "Anything you say or do will result in harsh punishment from the honourable Judge Vivian and her jury, the Crop."

Siaru felt his heart sink. It was common for him to feel this way whenever he was around Vivian, but it looked like the devious vixen was at it again.

To be Continued