Some Birthday
Written in half an hour on a whim. Very short.
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Michael gasped for air. His long, amber tail stretched behind him as he frantically gasped for breath, but the fingers curling the funny-smelling cloth over his muzzle were much stronger. He fainted.
Michael woke up in unfamiliar surroundings. He lay on a bed with pink covers. The walls were pink, with white stars painted randomly all around. An armless mannequin in the corner wore a slim, short dress. There was a dresser, a small vanity table with a large mirror, and a closet.
Michael sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. His nose wasn't working - he couldn't smell properly. The 20-ish cougar peered groggily at the window, barely registering the thick iron bars on the outside.
He stood up unsteadily and tottered to the door. He felt warm and fuzzy, like he couldn't quite concentrate.
Just as he was reaching for the white ivory handle on the ornate wooden door, it turned. Behind it, Rochelle.
Rochelle was large and naked. The lion's firm, heavy breasts hung down low, but pointed out sharply, defiant of gravity. Thick pink areolas capped each. Michael recognized her, and her breasts, from his job at a local bar, where he moonlighted.
He blinked at her, confused, as she wordlessly turned him around and guided him back into the large room by the shoulder. He could hear her claws clicking over the wood floor.
"Now, now, don't get up so quickly," the lioness purred, leaning close to his ear. "You're not done yet..."
"Done?" Michael asked. His pupils were wide and unfocused as he sat on the end of the bed. It was only now he realized exactly how naked Rochelle was. The lioness was sporting an impressive erection, one that would put most males to shame. He stared at it, uncomprehending, until it slowly dawned on him she should not have such a thing between her legs.
"Oh! You noticed!" Rochelle said, beaming as she followed his gaze. "It's a nice one, isn't it? And it'll be all yours, once you're finished..."
The lioness pushed him back onto the bed and giggled as she watched him fall asleep, then quietly left, locking the door behind her.
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Michael woke again, feeling much more clear-headed. He sniffed the air hesitantly and was rewarded with sweet, perfumed scents. He shook his head and glanced around, realizing he was where he'd been earlier, in the much too pink bedroom. He rolled off the bed and onto his feet, stretching. He felt sore... a little weird, but okay. He started towards the door, trying to remember what happened the previous night, but came up empty.
All he could remember was Rochelle, earlier... and she had... she had... something. He blinked, trying to remember, and as he shook his head again, caught his reflection in the mirror.
His draw dropped and he stopped moving, staring at the image before him, trying to determine if it was real. Gone was his slightly chubby, masculine shape. Instead, his hips were broad and his belly skinny. More disturbingly for the cougar, his chest was decidedly more round. A D-cup, at the very least. Around his neck, a bright yellow ribbon, mockingly festive. His eyes widened as he took in his full, plump lips and long eyelashes.
A quick check below satisfied what little remained of his male brain: he still had his sheath and testicles. His legs, however, were long and slim. He was... a shi? Just like Rochelle, shi realized. Rochelle was like this.
Another look at the vanity. There was something there, delicately attached to the bottom of the mirror. A bronze name plate, with a name: "Michel."
A sick feeling ran through his gut as he realized who Michel was...
The doorknob turned. Michel wheeled, angry and confused, ready to confront whoever came through. It was Rochelle.
No longer under the influence, Michel stared, almost blushing as the lioness sauntered in, wide hips swaying, tail weaving behind hir. Shi was so... gorgeous, Michel thought. But no! Shi was angry! Rochelle had changed hir! Him!
But whatever small part of Michael was left was quickly put down by Michel, the sassy young cougar eager to play and please and tease. The scowl was wiped away by a dazzlingly beautiful smile as the cougar put a paw on hir hip and swung it out.
"So... why'd it take you so long?"
"I was waiting for the right opportunity," Rochelle purred, taking in the sexy cougar's form. Hir thick, heavy erection throbbed as shi slid up against Michel, pulling the smaller feline up against hir broad chest. "So you like it?"
"Mmm... I do," Michel gasped, loving the touch of Rochelle's fingers, hir arms, hir scent. Shi pressed up against the lioness, going on tip-toes to rest hir muzzle on the flats of the larger feline's abundant chest.
"Good," Rochelle said, running hir fingers down Michel's backside, till they reached the cougar's ass and dug in firmly. "Because the day is young and I have to deliver your birthday spankings."
Michel giggled and smiled up at the lioness, hir bubbly new personality quickly asserting itself as shi melted in hir lover's grasp. "Oooh, spankings!"
Rochelle grinned as shi turned Michel around and bent hir over the vanity, watching the cougar watch as hir massive erection slide between two amber asscheeks. This was going to be a good birthday.