Dear diary, I begin this cliche opening with an apology for being gone the last few weeks. Given the length and content of the last entry, I'm sure you'll understand and be able to figure out what exactly's been keeping me, should you be capable of doing so. If you are, please let me know so I may burn you. Let me tell you though... It. Has. Been. Good. This is nothing like when we were human. Don't get me wrong, that was amazing. Liberating in so many ways, connecting to someone else like that, and more orgasms than I can count. But this... maybe it's because I'm male now, but the deep rumbling satisfaction I get when he gives me that look... that sweet, pleading, shy look... it's like nothing I've ever known.
We've been having to wear clothes more often now. Even looking at his perfect figure through any number of layers strains my ability to keep my cock in its sheath. Marion thought he had finally found a real benefit of being female, you know, aside from the mind destroying orgasms I've been treating him to. Teasing me by bending over to pick something up, flicking that tail straight into the air and looking back at me... most of the time nothing's even there, the cheeky nut hoarder. Or laying spread eagle on the couch, "adjusting" his shirt and pants to draw my eyes towards his groin. But I'm giving just as much as he's dishing out. Each time he "treats" me to one of his sultry displays, once we're in private I'll show him exactly who's in charge in bed. More than a few sets of tiny clothing lay torn in a drawer in my room. I've lost track of the times I've held him down against my groin, forcing him to stay there as his eyes go blank and I watch as his sweet muff starts to glisten with arousal.
It was only over time that I realized how much... how much he -loved- being... I don't want to say "dominated". But there's not really a better word for it is there? And I guess this is the story of how that came about. It was around three weeks after his estrus had ended. We were still getting chest flutters each time our eyes met. That day we had some friends over... the whole thing was such a blur that I can hardly remember who even was there. Two of the guys and a girl, at least. Just an hour before they got there, Marion and I had finished an amazing encounter involving plenty of tongue and an exploratory grinding session against one of my favorite pillows. Thankfully my room is upstairs, else I'd be concerned that even their weak human noses could pick up the scent of sex my room's become saturated in. The two guys were between us, the girl-JANE! It was Jane... to my right. Marion watched us play a brawler that he bowed out of; he didn't quite care for the gloating victors lording it over him even though they knew their victories were in no small part due to his small stature.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw his tail flicking about. Against my better judgement, having conned on to how he's been getting my attention the last few weeks, I glanced over. I saw that tiny mischievous smile and glinting eyes and knew I was screwed. A burning sensation crept up my cheeks as I eyed him, watching his hands reach down... pulling at the waistband of his sweat pants... and actually tugging them down far enough to expose his little snatch. It was for the briefest of moments but I know what I saw before the elastic snapped back and he pretended nothing happened. I looked over at the others for signs that they'd seen anything, but nothing. I, on the other hand, now had a deeply pressing issue. The risky move Marion had just pulled got him exactly what he wanted. I fumbled my fingers as my shaft tried to bore a hole through my jeans. My heart was thumping so fast at the thrill of it all,  quickening my breathing so much that the others started making fun of me for "getting butthurt I'm losing". I didn't care though, I only had one thing on my mind as the results screen popped up. Revenge.
Standing up, I said hurriedly, "Alright, well, clearly I need my lucky bandanna. Marion, can you help me look for it?" It was a piss poor excuse. I never had a lucky bandanna and Marion knew it; the others would have too if they paid any amount of attention. Fortunately it seemed to slide right over their heads, a general jeering about being a sore loser sounding through the room even as Marion scampered up my leg and onto my shoulders.
"I think I saw it in your closet. Let's go so we can beat these fools!" Marion declared, a small wavering in his voice telling me he was trying not to giggle at his earlier success. He had no idea what was coming. I marched up the stairs and took the first door on the right into my room. As I was closing the door, Marion hopped off me onto the bed, laughing like a nut. "Oh~~! Oh your face I wish I had my phone~!" His laughter stopped abruptly, cut off from both surprise and the firm pressure on his chest, as I took my whole hand and pinned him to the bed. A small whimper escaped his lips, he looked up at me, confused, maybe even a little fearful... but something about the look in his pleading, trusting eyes let me know I could keep going. All I could see was a horny little squirrel who was going to get exactly what he wanted, even if he didn't know what it was he wanted.
"Think you can do whatever you want and get away with it, little lady?" I growled. He squeaked, since that one magical night the words 'little lady' acted like a switch for him. I could almost hear his juices starting to flow as I slid his pants off with just one finger, flinging them across the room. Seeing him helpless and exposed beneath me only served to fuel what I was about to do. "Someone needs to learn that -I'm- in charge... Someone needs a little... punishment..."
I could feel his heart starting to thump harder and faster beneath my hand, his breath quavering. "Wh-... what are you going to do to me?" The near mirror of what he said to me our first night felt like it had snapped some sort of restraint that was holding me back. I hurriedly shuffle off my pants along with my underwear with my free hand, thanking my good fortune that I had decided to wear my stretchy briefs. Holding them up, I let the shining wet spot on the crotch center in his vision, making him go just a little crosseyed as he stared at it, the smallest bead of drool forming on his lips. "See what you did? I like these briefs. I want to keep wearing these briefs. You made a mess, you get to clean it up."
Before he could even utter a syllable of question or protest, I clenched my hand around him, lifted him up, and brought the briefs down around his head. The waistband dangled around his neck, all I needed to do was grip the slack tight, stretching the nylon and polyester taut around his face. All that was left for me to see was a squirrel's head shaped bump of black fabric, the cum stain rubbing all over his muzzle.
He gasped, sharply, squirming as he took in my scent. I realized with a cold jolt that I had gone way too far. What had started out as some rough play had -clearly- derailed. Mortified to my soul, I made to undo my mistake, praying that he'd be able to forgive my lapse in judgement.  But a fraction of a second before I started to loosen my grip on the elastic, Marion let loose a deep, guttural moan I'd never heard him make before. That noise went straight to my chest, my heart thrumming. I knew on base instinct that was a noise someone would make only if they're so deeply aroused they couldn't keep it inside. But... it couldn't have been right. I must have misheard. This was... submission. Pure submission. Giving himself into me so wholly that he had no control over what was going on. And he -loved- it?
WIth sheer awe I watched as his tongue scraped every inch of the glob inside my briefs, gasping, shaking, shuddering moans. I was convinced he wasn't in control of himself, that I had to do something to bring my boyfriend back. So, I let go of the waistband, pulling the briefs over his head, trying to shove down that feeling of deepest pleasure as I saw his lips and tongue work to bring the last dangling strand of cum back into his mouth. The look on his face when I did... he looked... like I had taken away a precious possession. His hands reached up for the briefs, now out of reach. His eyes were far away and unfocused, yet still burning with lust.
"Why... I ne... need..." He started, blinking several times, his eyes returning to the present. In place of his faraway look his face grew redder than I'd ever seen. He started to shiver in my grip, so I held him to me, petting his back as I purred. The rumble calmed him down, like it always does. I wanted to say something to him, but nothing I could think of would sound right. What the hell could I have said? "I'm sorry I sent your loins ablaze in a spur of the moment dominant surge? I love you even with your whorish moans that are so hot it's making fingers tremble and that I'm half disguising that by forcing myself to purr for you?" We stayed like that for who knows how long until a call from downstairs broke the moment like a rock through a glass pane. Something mocking about us sneaking away to fuck followed by laughter and a wolf whistle. Well, he wasn't exactly far off. I pulled Marion off me and found his pants to put back on... only to turn back and find him taking deep inhales of my discarded briefs, tail trembling behind him. I cleared my throat, snapping him back to reality once more. Handing him back the sweatpants I resolved to explore this new feeling we were sharing. I had no real idea how far I was going to push it so fast...
Fully dressed now, we made our way downstairs, Marion's fingers digging trenches into my collarbone. I shot out a lie about how sometimes we have to do vague "animal things" now and maybe we just don't want to announce it to everyone. The second shitty lie of the day seemed to work just as well as the first. Over the next hour I couldn't stop glancing over at Marion. He looked lost and confused, too similar to when I found him in the attic than I would have ever cared for. That far off look in his eyes as he curled up in the corner of the couch... it was way more of a shock for him to lose control like that than it was for me seeing it. My gameplay turned to shit as the guilt for putting him into that state of mind kept rolling over me. I got mocked for my "lucky bandanna" that clearly didn't work and I had no real reply.
Ten matches later I couldn't take it anymore. And I hate to say it wasn't entirely for selfless reasons. Yes, I wanted to help Marion through his feelings... but also... something had awoken in me. Watching him lose himself and do anything he could to guzzle my cum, trapped... me having total control... it felt... good. Good doesn't do it justice... it was -satisfying-. Like filling up a hunger I never knew existed... I had to know if this was a path we could walk down together.
Making a noncommittal generic cat noise, I declared I had to go do "animal things" again, getting a few concerned and curious looks from my friends, and a surprised, hopeful... and slightly anxious look from Marion. Assuring them I was okay and making sure to say I was even more annoyed about it than they were, I let Marion climb up my back as I walked up the stairs. A curious little titter sounded over my shoulder as I walked past my room. Instead, I hung a left down the hall and out of sight. Assuring myself the game's volume was loud enough to drown out most noise, I picked Marion off my back and set him in front of me.
He looked up, tensing as I took off my clothes... all of them. I stared down at him, commanding him without words, watching as he obeyed, his clothes falling to the floor. We stood before each other, naked, both shaking with excitement and nervousness. Carefully, I cupped his whole head with my hand, pressing it into my hip right next to my junk. His eyes widened, but I didn't advance further. Caressing his head, watching his face grow brighter and brighter, gazing down and beaming the kind of genuine smile that can only come from the deepest satisfaction.
"I've seen you staring... your eyes haven't left it for days. You know you belong here, don't you? Why would you ever leave?" Small pangs of nervousness flitted about in my chest; I wanted to be the best dom I could be for him, but doubt over my choice of words crept into my mind. I plowed onwards, "Take a deeeeeeep breath... let my musk fill you to the brim. Let it consume you... give in..." I didn't even have to finish. His muzzle was flush with my sack before I could do anything, watching as he took the deepest huffs I could have imagined. Picturing my musk in my mind's eye slowly filling his nostrils, replacing every thought with -me-. I stared as his eyes grew cloudy again, saw his breaths growing slow and steady, watched as my heavy musk took him over, turning him into... into my slut. My toy. My little whore. My subby squirrel who was -mine- to do with as I pleased.
The blank, lusty look on his face solidified it for me. This was going to happen. He was mine and I didn't care we could be found. As he sucked in more of my scent, I felt the drool start to trickle down my left nut. Still stroking his head with my thumb, I moved him about; there was absolutely no resistance... he was completely entranced. In one smooth movement, dragging his lips along my shaft, I brought him to the tip and pushed, nearly half my cock disappearing into his maw. I kept my hand on the back of his head, ensuring he'd not part with my member.
"What a little whore..." I half whispered down to him, "Not even caring there are people twenty feet away." He started squirming, I heard the patter of fluid hitting carpet, my own cock throbbing out an enormous glob of cum in response. This whole thing was so intense I could hardly feel myself. Or was it that I felt myself more? There was a tingling so intense it ran all the way to my fingertips. I felt simultaneously rooted to the ground and like I was flying. My eyes never parting from his precious face, I continued.
"I bet you'd love it. Why don't I call them up? Let them see how much you -need- cock. -My- cock. Let them know exactly who -owns- you. Watch as I spear you in every way you know and every way you don't. Spreading yourself in front of them as they watch my cum drool out of your pussy." I could hardly control the words spilling out of my mouth. All I knew was that I was so close to calling them up that I'm still scared to this day that I would have. The only thing that stopped me was watching Marion's face, his eyelids flickering, eyes rolling back as his leg lifted, muffled moans vibrating my cock as he came... over and over. "Maybe I should call you my bitch, the way your leg's lifted." He nearly collapsed with yet another, much more violent clench of his nethers. I had to shift my hand down to his side to keep him from toppling.
Slowly, I lowered him to the floor, his breathing coming in hard and fast. Once more his eyes were miles away, but at the same time he looked... alive; a wild grin plastered on his face even though his breaths were so heavy. Had I not been party to what just happened I would have thought he was on the best trip of anyone's life. Still though, I wasn't quite finished. I knelt between his legs as they reflexively lifted for me, taking care to drag my cock between his cheeks and up his folds. The tip made its way between his thighs as I took his feet in one hand and pressed his legs together. I started to rock back and forth, closing my eyes and picturing what I did every night. My cock finally sliding into him, the moans of ecstasy resonating between us as we finally were united as a couple. But that wasn't to be, not now, my playtime with my toy hadn't finished. Scraping his inner thighs with my feline bumps, the noises coming from beneath me, the danger we were in, all of it crashed in at me at once, my load surging out hot and thick. It went on at least twice as long as usual, Marion half coated in my shimmering white cum. I smiled, grooming his face clean, making damn sure to slip my tongue in past his lips every chance I got, scooping my cum into his mouth. His sweet pants and sticky swallows coaxing out an extra few pumps from my cock, enough to pool cum off his belly and down his sides, sure to make a stain on the floor... a permanent reminder of our tryst. Finally straightening, gazing down upon my handiwork, I beam as I note his eyes haven't quite come back down to Earth.
Partly disappointed no one actually saw me ravage the little slut, but hugely relieved I hadn't given in to that particular urge, I take his crumpled clothes and start to dress him again. This made him stir, blinking hard several times as his pants make their way up his thighs.
"U-um... Lois? I'm... I'm still... I'm -covered- in..."
I cut him off with a vicious kiss, my tongue shoving past his lips so fast the gasp that ensued nearly inhaled the tip. "Yes. You are." Taking a fingertip, I rubbed the cum deep into his breasts, getting yet another shuddering gasp in return. "Now be a good -girl- and put your shirt on. Our friends are waiting."
I'm surprised Marion was able to put the rest of his clothes on with how hard he was shaking. Picking him up like a little princess, I carried him down, a sharp squeak letting me know he noticed I hadn't bothered to get dressed too. Making our way back to the couch, settling the cum-soaked squirrel next to me, I picked up the controller once more. Stares from everyone questioned why I had chosen to come back nude. I shrugged, saying offhandedly that I'd have less breaks for "animal time" if I was nude. As a whole, they seemed to suspect, or even know something was going on, but nobody said a thing. Afterall, Marion's clothes seemed to be rather clingy, and I hadn't even thought about it until later, but my crotch fur definitely had signs of recently having been wet and matted.
The rest of the day passed slowly. Marion curled up against me, his little twitches of arousal nothing compared to him resting his head in my lap, taking deep drags of my scent. It was everything I could do to keep my cock inside, but everything wasn't enough. More than once I caught the tip peeking out, a body-wracking surge of adrenaline and lust forcing a claw to my lower thigh to contain myself. The guys either noticed or were too embarrassed to see another guy's junk in general to look at me at all. Jane on the other hand had gone strangely quiet. Glancing over I noticed some rather pink cheeks, as well as a scent I'm sure Marion caught too, seeing as her grip on my thigh fur tightened as soon as I noticed. The beast that had awoken in me purred its approval, though the end result was me lifting Marion into my lap and hiding the upper half of my cock in his tail fur.
Soon, it was time for everyone to leave. We said our goodbyes, waving at each in turn as they left one by one, Jane pausing just a little longer, a look like she wanted to say step forward and say something on her face before turning on her heel and departing. As she passed through the door, I turned to Marion... already nude, and still soaked.
"I love you..." I said as reassuring as I could, the underlying nervousness I was feeling surely creeping through. But he was up on me in a flash, climbing up my chest and sealing his lips against mine. It was a gentle sort of thing, the rumbling purr from my chest rising completely of its own accord. The second it broke he looked at me, eyes fixed on the here and now.
"I love you too..." He said before taking a deep breath, "And... yes. I... not always... but... yes. I want... I trust you and... I'm... I'm okay with losing control... if you're the one holding my leash."
A grin crept across my face, I couldn't have stopped it if I wanted to. "Is that a literal or metaphorical leash?" He turned -scarlet- and gave no response. This was going to be fun.
It's been just a week and a half since then. We've certainly had our fun in that way... our favorite seems to be his head buried in my groin for hours at a time. I swear I didn't know any species was capable of making that much drool. We've also certainly gone overboard... including that first time. A note to future me, do not coat your boyfriend in cum and leave him that way for extended periods. The ensuing tongue baths and showers lasted for half a day. Cum and fur do not mix. The most dangerous it had gotten though was when he spent a solid six hours glued between my legs and I had to spend nearly half an hour snapping him back to reality. I had thought I would never get enough of that dreamy expression of his, but I want my -boyfriend- as much as I want all of this. All in all though, this new experience between us, this new hidden kind of relationship... I'm excited. I'm really, truly excited. I want nothing more than to spend my life with my partner... and my little whore.
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