Coffee Microfictions, Collection II
Written August 27, 2022
By LimeWah
18+ only

BluKodi

Another losing hand. 
Damnit. 
You throw the cards down on the table and sigh a defeated sigh.
The wolf-dog is, of course, delighted with his latest victory. You can’t really stop him from taking your wallet and emptying it of its bills before throwing it back to you. So far he’s taken your money, your necklace, your remaining drinks… the first thing he won was your will, whatever that means. You didn’t notice anything different after losing that; you didn’t get the joke.
It’s annoying that he managed to rinse you for cash, though. But he did win it fair and square… 
…or did he.
You wonder if it’d be too petty to ask to have a look through the deck, to make sure it’s not been stacked against you somehow. But surely you’d have noticed that by now, right?
You watch Kodiak’s eyes intently. Nothing’s changed about them. They’re just the way they always have been. Orange and yellow circles flow through his eyes, slow and gentle and soothing. You stare for a good long while. It’s hard to stay mad at him. Why were you mad in the first place?
“So, wanna go for another round?” Kodi has the deck in his paws and is idly shuffling them. He snaps his fingers and you snap to attention. 
“Yeah, of course!” you sit up and focus your eyes directly on the deck. Yes. That’s right. You’re supposed to see if there’s some trick to the cards. This time, for sure, you’re going to get it. You’re going to catch him out. 
“So… this time, whoever loses has to give the winner a blowjob.”
He deals the cards, and you watch his paws for any sleight of hand. Not that he has any sleeves to hide cards in.
You pick the cards up as soon as they’re dealt, and look at them.
For a second, swear you have a royal flush… but when you blink and look closer, you realise you were hallucinating. The white background is replaced with yellow and orange rings, and the suits themselves twist into black text. 
YOU LOSE.
Not again… 
“So, how’d you do this time?” Kodi asks you sweetly, looking at you with swirling puppy-dog eyes. “I got a royal flush.”
“I… lose…” you say, looking back into his eyes as your hands go slack and the cards scatter. Your frustration fades, as does the rest of your worries.
Your mouth feels empty. Your tongue worries at the roof of your mouth.
You kinda wanna suck Kodi off. It couldn’t hurt to ask him, right…?

Sanmer

“Hufff… I’m ripe.” T-Bone was already unzipping his jumpsuit as they walked down the hall. “Don’t think there’s time for a shower.”
“Maybe the client’ll like it like that,” Razor said, giving T-Bone a swat on his now bare sandy-furred ass. “He might even tip us.”
“Not that we need those,” T-Bone said. “We’re practically making more with this side gig than with our normal work!”
“Even with our Manager’s cut,” Razor added, unzipping his flight suit just to show some of his slim, toned swimmer’s build. “Man, things are looking up for us, huh?”

At the end of the hall was the dungeon door. It opened with a portentous creak, illuminating the dark room where their client was waiting. The pudgy tiger-shark was already lashed and spread eagled in taut pleather straps, a visor with swirling patterns affixed to his face, his tie loosely hanging around his neck, his shirt unbuttoned.
T-Bone nodded to Razor, who pulled the visor off the shark’s head. 
“Hunh… wha…?” he gasped and shook his head groggily.

“Hey there, handsome.” Razor gripped the shark’s cheeks, examining him. Nervousness spread through the shark’s eyes, and he tittered nervously.
“Fuck,” T-Bone growled under his breath, already getting hard.
“Just give us a few seconds to throw on our gear, then we’ll get right down to punishing you.”
“O-okay sirs…” the shark giggled, unable to stop grinning or blushing.
“Shut up.” Razor gave the client’s face a squeeze, and his bulge a grope, before stepping away and leaving the poor sub unsatisfied and whining.
“Let’s take our time with this one,” T-Bone growled to Razor when he got close. “A feather could make him cum.”
They shrugged off their jumpsuits, letting their cocks flop out and stand to attention. A few pulsing flexes made their client gasp and salivate and whimper.
“Y-you’re so sexy…” the shark croaked.
“Quiet, slut. We didn’t say you could talk.” T-Bone snapped a bondage strap in his hands like a whip, and the little slut whimpered and shivered with need. Once again, he whispered to Razor.
“He’s gonna be a return customer, I can tell.”

Soon the two were dressed, and they descended on the grinning, lust-crazed salaryman. Their tools of their trade in hand, and a lustful love of their jobs in their eyes.

As he watched them work from the candid cameras, the Swat Kats’ manager was hand-writing a little note that would be slipped into the shark’s pocket on his way out. Personal touches like this were always nice.

Lemarre Experiences thanks you again for your custom. A recording of your session is available for your records, and will be kept by us for review for  quality and training purposes. Razor and T-Bone will love to have you back!
-	S. Lemarre xxx

Kolt

“Kitsune… why?” 
Kolt did not respond. He did not unless his handler told him to.
“Place the device in his ear.”

Kolt did not feel any remorse, or even joy, as the ear piece was introduced into the struggling seal’s ear. His fear melting away into blankness as the same signals that piloted the fennec were introduced into his fellow hero’s mind. The green eyes turned grey and glassy, the thrashing ceased.
“I Hear, And Am Connected,” he said, his voice flat and expressionless like Kolt’s.
“Excellent work,” Kolt’s handler said.

Hnnnh. That was what brought Kolt pleasure when he was Connected. Praise was narcotic, an aphrodisiac to his conditioned mind.
“Leave the drone here, and he will be renditioned. Continue to your objective.”
“Understood,” Kolt said. “Heading to the delivery point with the product.”

The satchel full of diamonds was not a struggle to carry, and scarcely interrupted Kolt’s stride as he weaved his way between shipping containers, towards a little boat moored in an unmonitored stretch of the dockhouses. The Handler was silent. There was no need to speak, and Kolt did not mind waiting. He did not mind at all when there was no extra input given.

KSSSH.
“Kolt. Do you - KSSSSH - connection seems t- KSSSSH”

The harsh sound paralysed him, rooted him to the spot. He stiffened, his fur puffing out. His hands spasmed and released the payload, the diamonds spilling out around his paws.

“Yessss, we’re back in! Okay… okay, cool.”
“I H…Hear and am Conn…ected…?” Something felt wrong. Kolt felt strange and dizzy. His thoughts were starting to return, like sunlight emerging from behind a thick cloud…
“Okay, start stroking, Kitsune. Show us your dick.”
“Understood.” the thoughts were gone. His Handler - even if the voice was different - had to be obeyed. He looked straight down so the feed would show his throbbing dick, already at full mast. He stroked himself, and heard the gurgling chuckle of the Handler and… another voice.  Not that it mattered to him. He had a physiological reaction, of course, his cock dripping pre-cum, but he did not feel the pleasure from it. It was locked with his will.
“Come on… moan for us. Give us something.”
“Understood. Unnnfh….” Kolt moaned. 
“No, that sounds like you’re tired. Give us something hornier…”
“Ahhh…” 
“Now say, oh fuck yes.”
“Oh fuck yes.”
“More emphasis, c’mon. Say, Oh Fuck Yes Master…!”
“Oh Fuck Yes Master.”
“C-close enough…”

The Handler and his friend were breathing heavily. He could hear them whispering something. 
“All right, don’t cum, okay? We’re gonna give you an address, and you’re going to come to us, okay?”
“Understood.”
“The connection’s holding strong,” one of the voices said. “I think we got him…”
“Fuck yes!!!”
“I do not understand the command,” Kolt said, standing up straight, oblivious to his throbbing cock and the diamonds scattered at his feet. 
“Don’t worry about it, ok? And, uh… come in the back entrance, and head into the basement. I don’t want our roommates to see you….
“Understood.” As soon as the address was sent, Kolt marched into the dark night, ready to meet his Handler in person at last. And to serve them properly. 

–

“What do you MEAN they’ve hijacked the signal entirely? 
“Some shitty little college students hacked into OUR encrypted signal, stole one of OUR agents and we can’t even find him now?! Did we at least retrieve the diamonds?
“For FUCK’s sake.
“Fine. Fine. We’ve got Delta to fall back on at least. And you’ll keep a better eye on him. Or else.”

Moggers

Had… that snivelling serpent always been so… big…?

That thought was the last to penetrate Sascha’s mind before her consciousness was dipped in a rippling mass of pretty blue circles and lights. She lost all her fears and regrets. She was a little aware of the source. The straw-coloured scales, the gap toothed grin, the russet velvet cap with a feather. The head danced back and forth, and she followed it. A warm blanket of comfort enveloped her - first she thought it was the colours, then she realised it was the thick coils.
 If she hadn’t scammed this snake, he would not have come back seeking revenge. And what… wonderful revenge it was…
“Bilk me out my hard earned pension, will you?” Sir Hiss sneered. “I don’t think sssso, misssy…”
His hissing lisp tickled the voluptuous tigress’s nose. She scoffed out a tiny giggle, but was otherwise silent and still, unable to stop the snake from winding himself betwixt her thighs, around her waist, and between her breasts. The fortune teller’s roomy robes allowed for plenty of places to comfortably coil. 

A smile spread across her muzzle as she began to purr, her eyelids drooping 
““I fancsssy myssself a fortune teller, you know.” Sir Hiss gloated, his pulsing eyes turning her mind into putty. “I’ve learned from your examplesss… and I sssee your future.”
“You…do…?” how wonderful, Sascha thought. Being a fortune teller was such a lonely trade, and she rarely got to interact with other fortune tellers. She didn’t know Sir Hiss was one… 
“I sssee a dark place in your future… a dark tunnel, with very little light inssside it. But you’ll be sssafe and comfortable in there… forever.”
As she cooed with delight, the coils squeezed her tighter to hold her in place. A dark maw descended over her, the gulping muscles of the serpent’s throat sucking her in and hugging her tight. Bit by bit she slid inside him, wet and moist and snug. 
He tilted her upwards once she passed her thick chest, lifting her kicking feet off the floor.
Her outline gradually became part of the straw-coloured snake’s considerable girth until all that was still exposed were her wiggling, glistening toe-beans. She was a little stuck, and the snake groped around for something in the fortune-teller’s tent that would help.
Her crystal ball was the closest thing to hand. It would do. 
Her claws tapping against the ball as it pressed to her pads made a rather pleasant sound, a slight chiming ring to the air. 
A shame, Sir Hiss dryly thought to himself. She might have made a fine musician.
Keeping his grip on the crystal ball, he pressed down one last time, and down the hatch she went. 
With an almighty gulp and a stifled belch, Sir Hiss curled himself around the now owner-less round table, letting his girth take up the full space of the ex-fortune teller’s tent. Her body continued to squirm, but more so to make herself comfortable in her final resting place. 
“Now…” Sir Hiss said, his lazy gaze swooping underneath the cloth-covered table. Glittering gold pieces rested in a big sack underneath. The gold glittered in Sir Hiss’ eyes, and he tittered with delight. “Thisss should cover what was ssstolen… with sssome interest. You are too kind, darling~”
The bulge murmured a little agreement.

*

If that had been it for Sascha’s life, she could have potentially had a little bit of solace in that she’d kept the grift going for so long. And not the most unpleasant way to go, all things considered. She certainly didn’t feel any negative sensations, really.
That is, until she was suddenly expelled into bright light, damp from head to toe with spittle and juices, sputtering through lungs that almost had forgotten how to work. As she rolled over and sat up, something heavy impacted her stomach, knocking the air out of her still warming-up-chest. 
“What the… h-heck…?!” she wheezed, grabbing her stomach and trying to catch her breath. The projectile rolled to a halt between her legs. It took her a moment to open her eyes, still thick and sticky with tepid saliva.
She looked down at her crystal ball, covered in a similar film of saliva.
She blinked slowly, confusedly, before taking in her surroundings. She was in a bedroom lined with purple linens. No bed, though. There was a massive cradle, empty and still - for the moment.
She looked towards that smug snake’s face and recoiled as her memory of her predicament crashed into her like a runaway carriage. 
“A-ah, Sir Hiss!” she clasped her hands together and tried (failing miserably) to slip back into her fortune telling role. “If you wanted more private services, all you needed to do was ask-”
“That’sss enough out of you.” the tail shot out like a dart and wrapped around her neck. He was scowling, but there was a twinge of enjoyment in that grimace. His tail pulled her up and dragged her towards the cradle with loping, toddler-like steps. His forehead pressed to hers, and for a brief moment she felt herself longing for the hypnotic lustre they’d had before. 
None of that was coming now. She was flung into the bed like a bride, the cradle creaking and rocking under her weight, shortly before the coils poured over the side and all over her. She was still dazed and confused, even as the humiliation stung her. 
Sir Hiss loomed overhead, imperious and smirking. The red cap was gone, replaced by a longer one with blue and white stripes. Sleepwear?
“If you’re to join me in bed tonight, I might find it a little easier to sssleep if you help me count sssome sheep.”
“U-uh, okay…?” Sascha crooked her head curiously, not sure what to make of the behavior, until she noticed the coins dangling above her.
A single coin dropped onto her chest and slid down into her cleavage. 
“O-one?” she asked, looking up at the snake. A second one dropped in. “All right. Two. Three…”
As Sir Hiss settled in around her, he kept fishing out coins from outside of the groaning cradle and dropping them on her face and chest. The squeezing coils against her sticky body kept her on track.
He didn’t fall asleep until coin Three-Hundred-and-Fifteen. And by then he was too heavily wrapped around Sascha for her to escape with her ball and her loot. 
His snoring was atrociously loud, too… she got the sense she was not going to get any sleep. And this was likely only the beginning of her incomprehensible torture. 
If she got out of this, she’d have to pick her mugs a little more carefully…

Jacket

Jacket listened and waited, quietly and calmly. He was not asleep or unconscious. That’s not what hypnosis was like for him, he understood that. He was aware of where he was. An air conditioned room. A memory foam bed underneath his naked body. His legs were crossed, his hands rested on his thighs, and his cock stood to attention. His chin had finally reached his chest thanks to the weight of gravity and comfort. 
There was warm breath on his neck, another body spooning him from behind. A soft hand rubbing his belly scutes, slowly tracing lower and lower towards his member.
“Do you want me to go lower?” the hypnotist asked him.
Jacket nodded, and grunted, too tired, too hypnotised to do more than that.
“Before we do that, we have to bring you deeper. Do you think we can do that?”
Nod. Grunt. He’d been deeper before this session.
“In order to drop you deeper, we need to lift you up again. Just a little.”
“Nn…kay…” that was an easy sound to make. Just had to press his tongue against the roof of the mouth a little, then release as he groaned. 
“Good, Jacket.” the hypnotist scritched his belly scutes, making him tense and giggle just a little. “Open your eyes.”
It took so long, or at least it felt like it did. All he could manage was a slight opening, his head still slumped forward. Even then, most of what he could see was through the light that penetrated his eyelids. Flickering and sputtering like a dying firefly. Until he caught sight.
There it was again. The little sapphire in its silver nest. It coaxed his eyes open, made him forget about the weight and exhaustion, and as it rose like a tempting, bait-covered hook. His head rose up as far as it could, but gravity pulled him down the same way the pendant pulled him up. He compromised by letting his jaw hang loose and his tongue slide out.
“Follow,” the hypnotist cooed, but there was no need for that. Jacket was already following. The blue gem twisted and dangled before him, so close he could touch it. He wanted to. His heavy left hand rose up towards the pendant - or more specifically his wrist. His knuckles and fingers dangled limp - they wouldn’t summon the strength until he was close enough to touch it. To take it and stare into it forever.
The hypnotist’s voice,running water, trickled into his mind, and filled it to the brim. Telling him that when his heavy hand dropped, and his head dropped, he would drop. Deeper still. Further still. But he wouldn’t drop until he didn’t have something to look at and follow anymore, until he had no reason to keep his eyes open, until -
The pendant dropped.
Jacket dropped. 
His legs splayed and he laid back.
Jacket dropped.
The words told him he was a good boy.
Jacket dropped.
The words asked him to go as deep as he could.
Jacket dropped.

SarcasticKoopa

“So, if your tongue, your nose and your eyes are gold, what other parts of you are gold~?”
Arno laughed. The poodle leaned their ebony elbow on the table, their index claw worrying their teeth as they bared their golden gums for their date. It’d gone pretty well so far. Maybe just a one-night stand. But the five glasses of wine had put Arno in a very particular mood. Their date had nice eyes; Arno knew that the first time they saw their pictures.
And when someone had nice eyes, Arno really wanted to see what they looked like when they were all glassy and unfocused.
Arno no longer wanted to wait till they got back to their apartment to see that, though. They pushed off their bar stool, heels clicking on the floor, and brushed their lips past their date’s ear.
“Come find out.”

Arno had a little time to prepare as their date waited to follow; just long enough that it wouldn’t look weird. That gave them time to peel off the greco-print briefs and get a whiff of their musk and cologne. Finger and thumb made a little circle around the base, and they massaged the golden flesh, coaxing it to full mast as a bead of gold-flaked pre danced and teetered on the tip.
The door slammed open. Heavy, hurried footsteps. 
Their date flung the stall door open, and just as they tried to close the gap and kiss Arno, they tapped them on the forehead, and swiped a claw down to draw their startled gaze towards the poodle’s throbbing cock.
It seemed to shimmer with each pulse, glimmering like a pendant as Arno guided it back and forth. 
“Take your time getting down, don’t hurt your knees,” Arno cooed. They still felt the drunken buzz, but they never felt more in control of themself when they were controlling someone else. Their pupils were dilating, their nostrils flaring, their lips parting and salivating.
“Pitifully easy,” Arno growled. “You were so excited to see me, that you didn’t think what seeing me would mean for you, and your mind, and your will…”
“Uhh…?” the dazed date pitched forward towards Arno’s dick, but they pulled back. 
“Ah ah ah. Don’t be so hasty…” back and forth, keeping their gaze on the wiggling bead. “This cock has a Midas touch… the moment you touch it, your mind’ll turn to gold. And that’ll be it for your individuality, your sense of self… you’ll be all, all mine. Another mind for my collection… but you’d like that, wouldn’t you sweetie?”
“Uhn…?” 
Arno’s free hand cupped the back of their thrall’s head, tracing sweet little circles behind their head. 
“Answer me,” they commanded kindly. “Do you want to touch my cock and turn to gold, and be mine forever…?”
“I… uh..”
Arno gripped the back of their head and pushed it into his crotch, making their decision for them. Judging by their moans, they were happy about that.

Anonymous

I can tell he’s in a mood before I’ve even walked through my bungalow’s door.
“Have a nice time?” he asks. He’s hanging from the ceiling, swirling dark magic ribbons around his claws. He doesn’t look at me directly but his lower lip is pushed out in a pout, dimpled by his demonic fangs. “How’re your girlfriends?”
“Come on…” I sigh and walk towards him, craning my neck up to look at him. “I told you, I’ve known them since I was in school. I don’t have any interest in any of them. Just you.”
“Hmph.” He’s cute when he’s annoyed, like a puppy. How could he ever think I could be unfaithful?
Demons can be that way, I guess.
“I don’t believe you,” he suddenly says, suddenly righting himself and landing directly in front of me. “I’m going to make sure you don’t try anything.”
“Wait-”
I don’t really want him to wait. I know what’s happening, and I couldn’t even stop him if I wanted him to. His red and purple eyes melt and whirl and drag me into their depths. I’m back in that dark road, where we met, where he pounced on me and took my mind, before I accidentally took his heart as his servant.
It’s as beautiful to look at now as it was then. My keys fall from my fingers.
“I left… th-door open…” I croak. Hard to speak. Too hard. Too nice.
“Don’t worry about that, sweet thing,” he croons. Claws along my cheeks. Long tongue against my face. “Let anyone who wants to watch, watch. Let them see that you belong to me, and me alone.”
“You, and you alone,” I murmur automatically. I love repeating after him.
Maybe he was never mad to begin with. He’s not hypnotising me as thoroughly as he did that first time. He’s not destroying my will, or trying to. He’s just putting me into a suggestible state, so he can work out his frustrations in a more fun way.
I sink to my knees, and he cradles my face. I feel my lips curling into a smile, and he grins just the same. He knows he has me.
“I bet you don’t give those floozies a look like this…” he titters smugly. “You love me, and me alone.”
“You, and you alone…” I nod along. It’s not a lie, or imposed on me by the hypnotism. I mean it.
He knows I do. He knows that I don’t have eyes for anyone but him. In this moment, and in all moments.
It’s why my favourite part of a night out is coming home to him. 

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1 October 2022

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