Mind Control Stream Story 13: Cat Gone Clubbing
Cat Gone Clubbing for BP by Draconicon
Jake couldn't help but smile as the club music reached his new cat-ears. While he'd gone out a few times before, he'd never actually heard it this intensely. It was so much louder, but also so much richer, making his hips sway even as he stepped inside.
Of course, that was partially the result of his transformation in general. Ever since he'd left his human body behind, it was difficult to walk without a sway, difficult to not show off his rump and the curves he'd gotten as a femboi cat. It was probably something Master wanted when he got the collar put on him. Jake giggled a bit at the thought, sliding between a few of the other patrons at the club as he made his way across the floor.
Though the music put him in a mood to dance, Jake knew himself well enough to know that he'd need a few drinks first. The hot day and the long walk to the club had left him a bit sweaty, and he'd need to get some water or something in him to stay hydrated for a long night of dancing. The kitty grinned to himself, rubbing his collar lightly. He hoped he'd get a bit of fun, too; the master had given a rare bit of permission for him to really enjoy himself, and he planned to make the most of it.
His tight shorts bunched up a bit as he sat down on one of the barstools, and he grinned at the ferret behind the bar.
"Hey, can I get a drink?"
"Sure, kitten. What do you want?"
"Banana daiquiri, please."
"Heh, going a little soft tonight, huh?"
"Oh, I just need a drink before dancing, is all."
"Alright. Coming up."
The ferret bent under the bar, and Jake turned to watch the people on the dance floor. There were a lot of them, and a lot of different guys, too, from the big gym-lovers to the little twinks like him. He smiled at the grinding going on between some of the dancers, and licked his lips at the sight of the big cocks he could see on some of the solo dancers. He could already imagine playing with a few.
"Alright, banana daiquiri for the little kitten."
"Thanks."
Jake turned to take his drink, smiling as he gave it a little swish in the glass. It had just enough of a solid to it to tell him that there was plenty of banana in there, so he didn't worry too much about getting tipsy from the drink. After all, it wasn't like he was drinking anything seriously heavy with alcohol.
The cat tipped the drink back, sipping at the sweet flavors, and then gulping at them. His tongue lapped at the edges of the glass, getting the little bits that stuck to it, then he gulped another mouthful down. It was like he couldn't stop. Maybe his taste buds had been altered by the transformation too; it certainly had a taste to it that he couldn't ignore, and that he craved more of.
It took him barely a minute to drain his glass, and the feline moaned as he slumped forward against the counter. His body felt so warm, despite having had something very cold. Jake's eyes rolled around as his head swam, and he groaned under his breath.
"Ooooh, that's...good..."
"Heh, you like that one?"
"Yeaaaaah."
The cat giggled as he laid over the bar, barely aware of his posture forcing his ass up on the stool, his tail laying over his back. He giggled, particularly as he felt aware of his shorts getting tighter and tighter in the front. Oooh, he was horny.
The bartender smiled at him as he took his glass.
"You know, there's a better drink back here, if you want it."
"Reaaaaally? I wanna try another sweet one..."
"Well, this one's not so sweet, but you'll like it. I promise."
"Oooh, gimme gimme gimme!"
"Just come on back here..."
Following the ferret's instructions, Jake got to his feet and promptly lost his balance. He giggled as he made his way around the nearby abandoned bar, soon standing right next to the bartender.
"So where's the drink, huh?"
"Don't worry. You'll get it. Just get down on your knees..."
It seemed a little silly to the kitten, but he was willing to go on a little faith. Particularly if there was another yummy drink being offered. He giggled, going down to all fours and ducking his head under the bar. Was there going to be a bottle offered to him? Or, or would it be some sort of direct tap to the best goods in the place. Oh, he'd like that.
He was still thinking about what the ferret would offer him when something warm and tube-like rubbed against his face. He couldn't see it very well under the bar, with all the lighting gone, but it felt like a tube that might be running to one of the alcohol barrels. A thick one, though, with a very narrow opening.
"Just pull that in and wait; you'll get your drink."
"Okey-dokey! Hehehe."
The kitten giggled as he swallowed up the warm, smooth tube. It slipped past his lips without any difficulty, and he started sucking on it, seeing if he could get something before the ferret turned it on. All he could taste was saltiness, though; they must not clean the tube very much. He'd have to remember that; bad bad people, not cleaning the tubes.
Suddenly, his mouth was filled with something much different tasting, bitter too. He gagged on it before he swallowed it, only to get another big mouthful. It was warmer than he expected, but not that bad. The kitten thought that he'd be getting something better than warm beer for the tap, but he actually kind of liked it. Jake giggled again, as much as he could through the warm stream, and kept swallowing.
"You really like that, don't you kitten?"
And he did. It wasn't something he normally would like, but...strangely, he kind of enjoyed this. The warm drink was new, and it was plentiful. It almost felt like the scenes from the college movies, when people were chugging beer. He giggled and gagged again before going back to swallowing, his cock throbbing in his shorts still.
More and more flooded down his throat as he struggled to keep up with the flow, chugging it like a good little kitten would. It made his stomach feel bloated, but he knew he'd need the liquid to keep dancing. Why? He didn't know; it just felt like he needed to gulp it all down, particularly with it tasting better with each mouthful.
However, it eventually came to an end, leaving him with nothing but a surprisingly hard tube in his mouth. Jake cocked his head to the side around it, idly gumming at it to see if he could get a little more.
He did, but not in the same way. Rather than a burst of the same bitter, warm stuff he'd been getting, he got something thicker, but saltier, and no less warm.
Wha -
The cat suddenly gagged as the 'tube' slid further into his mouth, forced all the way to the back of his throat. Jake's eyes went wide, but his vision was swimming, leaving him unable to see what was going on. All he could tell was that the back of his head was held in place by something strong and fuzzy, and his nose and chin were being forced down into something equally warm and fuzzy. Other than that - and the hard 'tube' down his throat - he couldn't understand anything that was happening.
Up and down, up and down his head went, forced onto a 'tube' that was supposed to be feeding him more drinks. Instead of a full flow, he got a rough bumping to his face, and an occasional spurt of something thick and hot. He didn't know what it was, but it was salty. Maybe some sort of margarita juice?
Despite the discomfort, Jake still grinned around the 'tube' in his mouth, feeling really limp and relaxed. He just hoped that he would get a nice burst of a new drink before much longer; he didn't want to be stuck under the bar all night. He wanted to play.
"Heh...such a good kitty...gonna give him a good drink..."
"Mmph..."
"Don't worry...almost there..."
Jake hoped so. He was really thirsty, and while the feeling of having his head forced up and down on something like this was almost familiar, it wasn't something that he wanted to do all night. Or at least, not on a tube. The thought nearly made him giggle again as he thought of what he would really like to bounce on.
Suddenly he was forced down to the bottom of the tube, his chin rubbing against the fur down there - Seems weird to have fur on a tube... - as something thick poured down his throat in sporadic bursts. He groaned, wanting to feel it in his mouth so he could at least taste it before it went down, but he couldn't move. Whatever was moving him was also keeping him from getting away from the base.
It was only when the 'tube' stopped pulsing that he was allowed to pull back. By the time he got up again, the ferret was panting a bit, a little red-faced, but smiling.
"Did you enjoy your drinks."
"Yeahhhh, but I wanted to taste iiiiit."
"Don't worry. There's lots of other tubes for you to taste."
"Oh really? Where? Where where where?"
"Right out there. On the dance floor."
Jake slowly turned around, still wobbling from his first drink. He glanced around, trying to find the tubes that the ferret mentioned.
At first, he couldn't see them, but the closer he looked, the more he realized that they were there. Just hidden, hidden beneath leather and cotton and spandex. The cat giggled as he realized what he could have tonight; so many 'tubes' to taste and sample.
"Thanks, Mr. Ferret!"
"Anytime, kitten. Anytime."
The kitten sashayed onto the dance floor, already with a few males in mind...admittedly, ones he hadn't been thinking of before, but his mind was open to all sorts of possibilities now.
The End