This story was written for Sigma as a £15 coffeeshop commission. :3 It contains sexual acts between a herm and an intersex male, both consenting adults, and transformation play. :3

A Sensation to Savour

“Aahh... fuck...”

Kaz shuddered happily as his hips rocked back and forth, the white furred, black striped skunk allowing his head to roll back loosely upon his shoulders and his tongue to loll out in pure pleasure. His cheeks flushed slightly beneath their fur as he felt the muzzle wrapped around his cock working at the twitching length inside it. A wet, rough tongue slurping and licking and even squeezing as it attempted to wrap around a portion of his shaft. Soft, moistened lips smacking and maintaining pressure both upon the cock's flesh itself and also through the suction it allowed to form within the feline maw. It felt incredible. So much so that even though they'd only just started, even though Sigma had barely fallen to his knees and engulfed the rapidly stiffening skunk thirty seconds ago, Kaz could already feel wetness beginning to trickle down between his thighs. To dribble, to drool from the pussy tucked away beneath the herm skunk's plump balls, betraying his arousal every bit as acutely as his moaning, his humping, and the grasping of his hands at the cheetah's head. 

Stroking at Sigma's ears and tousling the feline male's hair, it took all Kaz's willpower not to just grab at clumps of Sigma's fluffy headfur and begin to let loose with more wild and frantic humping. To face-fuck Sigma as hard and fast as he could so that he could get the absolute most out of the cheetah's muzzle before these sensations, undeniably far more intense than anything he had felt from the already talented tongue of the figure before him on past occasions, faded back to more conventional levels. He just kept on bucking. Gasping. Moaning and calling out senselessly and wordlessly in wide eyed elation, wringing these sweet sensations from Sigma's maw for as long as he was lucky enough to have them last.

Of course, for the cheetah himself, things were no less intense in that moment. Indeed had either one of the two of them been thinking clearly they might have been given reason to pause, reason to ask why they were so desperate to be together at that particular point in time. Clothes lay scattered around them, and though both of the pair knew for certain that they wanted to be together, they didn't have the time nor inclination to ask themselves what had instigated their decision to start fooling around. It truly didn't matter now though, for they were both endlessly happy and eager. Sigma was gurgling and moaning as he felt his face being humped, and though the intersex male's hands were eagerly resting between his legs, trembling where he knelt as each stroke of his fingers across his clit or between his swollen lips drew forth sharp crashing bolts of pleasure, it wasn't his pussy that was providing the majority of his joy. Much like Kaz it was the oral assault upon which he was on the receiving end that was driving him wild. He couldn't explain it. He had enjoyed giving oral plenty of times before, but... never like this. Never with such a visceral pleasure to it. Not merely the satisfaction and eroticism of bringing his partner towards satisfaction, but actively feeling as though his muzzle being fucked was as intensely euphoric a feeling, if not more so, than if Kaz's cock had been plunging in between his legs.

Through his muzzleful of cock, whimpering and gurgling entirely unintelligibly, Sigma begged for what was right now the only thing he wanted in the world.

“Mnhhn... mnhhhmnhhhh nnhhh!” 

And at almost the exact same moment, gasping and shuddering as he humped eagerly at the moaning maw of the cheetah, Kaz grunted his own plea. The same words, uttered by both of them in near unison.

“Ah. D-don't... don't ever stop!” 

No sooner had the plea been spoken, mutually shared between the pair, they felt their pleasure surge in intensity once more. Kaz threw his head back, the skunk's lush tail fluffing out and thrashing in the air behind him as now he did grab at the back of Sigma's head, helplessly and mindlessly beginning to rather forcefully muzzle-fuck the whimpering cheetah, watching Sigma's eyes roll giddily in their sockets as he began to do so. Indeed it was a good thing he had grabbed a handful of Sigma's hair, for that was basically the only thing which kept the cheetah from simply collapsing to the ground as he lost all control of his body. His muscles seemed to loosen. His legs turned to jelly and his arms fell limp by his sides as he wailed through his muzzleful of cock, feeling his pussy convulsing and contracting as though locked in the midst of orgasm, but utterly dwarfed in terms of actual sensation by those emanating from between his more northern set of lips.

With Kaz lost in his own pleasure of course, head still tossed back, eyes rolling and eyelids fluttering, the skunk initially had no concept of what was beginning to happen to Sigma. Indeed at first even Sigma himself didn't know for sure, simply aware of pleasure to such an excessive scale that the rest of his body seemed numb and useless by comparison. There was of course only so long that illusion could be maintained before the cheetah did realise that something else, something more was transpiring within himself. He was not only lost in sensations of extreme pleasure, but little by little he was actively starting to notice not just a lack of feeling, but of being throughout the rest of his body. As though the weight of his legs, of his arms, of every part of himself save perhaps his head, was beginning to reduce. 

Sigma shuddered and whimpered as he swore he felt his tail slurping its way back into his body like a strand of spaghetti being sucked up by a hungry muzzle. He felt individual strands of fur all over his body simply melting back into the soft pale skin beneath, and while before he had at least been aware of his pussy throbbing and drooling even if his muzzle was somehow maintaining its position as the primary pleasure source for his form, it now seemed not only numb, but as though it had simply sealed off like a ken-doll upon a crotch which itself was slowly drawing in the lengths of his legs. He felt lighter. He felt... smoother, as though the very texture of his own fur and skin was changing from the outside and spreading inward. He felt more and more out of control, less able to rationalise anything he was feeling beyond the simple euphoric pleasure surging through them both as Kaz's cries grew louder and the motion of his head ever more forceful and wild around the skunk's cock. No longer was he even remotely in control of himself. It was all Kaz now. Driving him, pulling him back and thrusting him forward once more. Less a lover, more an aid to get himself off. Less a bedfellow, more a sex toy.

At some point, he wasn't sure exactly when, Sigma stopped blinking. He just found himself staring openly, transfixed to the point where he realised his eyes simply could not move, at the crotch against which he was being driven so urgently. His muzzle too found itself immobile, wrapped firmly around the skunk's throbbing shaft and overwhelmed by the pleasure that surged through him every time it twitched, every time it thrust deep against the back of his throat, and of course each and every time a thick spurt of pre-cum came pouring from Kaz's tip alongside another strained, desperate cry of longing.

“S-Sigma! Oh. Ohh fuck... I'm... mmnhh-aaahhhh! I'm gonna cum... s-so close, fuck...”

It was only then, only when Kaz cried out to the cheetah and allowed his head to fling forward, intending to look down into his lover's eyes with smouldering desire, that all illusion and pretence was dropped. No longer could they ignore these incredible and every changing feelings, for now Kaz could see it for himself. 

He wasn't holding onto Sigma's head any more. At least, not in the same way he had been.

Instead, he was holding onto a sex toy. 

A smooth, malleable rubber tube patterned with the same colours as his lover's fur, and with a face imprinted so very realistically upon its end. A face with an open muzzle into which the skunk's cock was disappearing, topped by two wide and hungry eyes that protruded with bulbous, pleading desperation and desire. Unblinking. Unmoving. Constantly, eagerly begging for what the skunk was doing to continue.

“Oh god, S-Sigma...”

Kaz groaned in stunned confusion, but with the same desperate and unceasing lust. He stopped bucking his hips quite so forcefully, and instead he began to work the toy clasped within his hands. The smooth, incredibly well crafted fleshlight whose interior felt so like a real, hot, hungrily suckling muzzle that Kaz was certain Sigma was still in there. Still hungrily, desperately suckling upon him. And of course, he was right.

The cheetah couldn't speak. Couldn't moan or make a sound or move his muzzle or even blink, but he could feel. He could see. He could taste the skunk's cock inside his maw, the skunk's rich pre-cum flooding out into him as the well lubed shaft slurped loudly in and out, the shaft of the fleshlight a grey blur as Kaz masturbated himself with it. Sigma knew he should have been freaked out, confused and scared and worried by what was happening. Instead though there was but one thought predominating in his mind. Not one forced to be there, not one invading or overwriting his existing thoughts. Just... it was all he could think about, all he wanted to think about.

He had to make Kaz cum.

He had to feel the skunk's cum flooding into his muzzle, filling and overflowing until it was dribbling from his rubbery lips in such abundance as could no longer be contained.

Only then would he be satisfied. And even then... only for as long as Kaz was satisfied. Only until another cock was pressed against him. Into him. 

He needed cock.

He needed to be used. To be humped and fucked and permitted to masturbate as many cocks as often and as eagerly as possible. It was his sole reason for being... and he couldn't have been happier with that fact.

“Sigma! Oh fuck! I... I'm... a-aaaaaahhh!”

Hot, thick ribbons of the skunk's cum began to splatter across the inside of the sentient sex-toy's form, and as Kaz shuddered and his cock pumped yet more and more waves of rich seed out into Sigma's well lubed and rubbery maw, the cheetah was silently, wordlessly, and motionlessly wailing in orgasmic pleasure right alongside him.

By Jeeves