Rescue (Unfinished)

Notes: Another piece that's been lying in my unfinished folder for a couple years. I'm not sure why it's so difficult to end some of these, other than I guess I just don't have enough material for a full story, but at the same time, it's too long to be trimmed into a JALS. Oh, well.

I've always found combining Demihumans with Sex Magic difficult. Probably because a Demihuman by themselves is already fantastic enough, adding Sex Magic is just sort of overkill. Same with Giantesses, which is why I've yet to do a real New Bestia or Amazonia story, despite both Queendoms being prominent sub-settings in my lore articles.

I guess in this case, the story also felt a little too pity-party in tone, and I've already seen and written enough "poor boy feels bad about being in a Sex Mage World" stories. Still, some folks might like what's here so far.

ONE

Patrick shifted uncomfortably as he walked down the produce aisle of the grocers. He kept his eyes down and tried to ignore the giggles he heard nearby, even though the sound of female laughter made his cock throb almost unbearably. He held his basket in front of his crotch, even knowing it was useless trying to hide his erection from the senses of Sex Mage women. Walking with a permanent hard-on was difficult enough, without everyone mocking him for it. But what could he do?

Nothing. He couldn’t do anything but bare it. In a Sex Mage World, men were helpless against the wicked magic women cast on their bodies and minds. They lived at women’s pleasure, reliant on their mercy. All things considered, being given a permanent erection was probably the least of the pranks he’d experienced in while. It was bothersome trying to get things done with a constant tent in your pants, but it was better than having to go around naked all the time or being forced to masturbate without relief for hours on your own front lawn.

Patrick then gasped as he felt the brief sensation of a lick down his shaft, a phantom tongue that teased him just long enough to make him jump and almost drop his basket. He heard a burst of giggles from the far end of the aisle, probably some freshly empowered teens testing their abilities, but refused to look up at them, his cheeks red. The bad thing about a permanent erection? It was an open call for any passing Sex Mage to cast their little teasing spells on him, just to see him jump and gasp.

Patrick grit his teeth and bore through it, grabbing vegetables and then moving onto the meat aisle. He could already imagine every possible innuendo one could make in this scenario, and no doubt half the giggles he now heard were women either thinking the same thing, or reading it from his mind.

Several more phantom licks and a few quick strokes from invisible hands hassled him while he tried to select some lunchmeat. The little teases kept up as he tried to shop, coming more frequently until he finally let out a cry and stumbled into a shelf, hips bucking as he tried to cum. Of course, he was blocked from doing so, and could only shudder in a sharp edging. There was laughter all around, but the sensations finally stopped attacking him. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he forced himself back to his feet, and quickly headed for the check-out lane. Even as various women and girls chuckled or were totally indifferent to his state, other guys could only look away, or give brief sympathetic glances. A few of them, however, were getting the tease pranks as well.

Patrick’s eyes were so focused on the floor, he didn’t notice the catgirl until he was almost next to her. As she stepped into line at the check out lane, he found himself blinking as he noticed a fuzzy white tail swishing slightly behind two long legs in yoga pants. Patrick jumped and looked up, focusing on the girl in front of him. She had the body of a human woman, but her skin was a pale white. She wore a pink tank top, revealing leopard-like black spots and circles over her back and the outer half of her limbs.

At first he thought she might be covered in fine fur, but a closer look showed it was indeed skin, almost as thought she were wearing body paint, or perhaps, had a full-body tattoo. However, the tail that slipped out through a strategically placed hole just under the waistband of her pants did indeed have fur, resembling a cat’s tail.

That wasn’t the only cat-like feature. As he looked up, he saw two cat-like ears poking out from her long white hair. And then, even looking in profile, he noticed her eyes, a full brilliant green-gold color, with slit pupils like those of a cat. Patrick stared, a little stunned, at this intriguing creature, before he realized that the girl was arguing with the cashier.

“Come on, sir,” said the catgirl. “I know for a fact that those were on sale. I can see the sign from over here!” She pointed behind the cashier.

The man didn’t turn around, but just frowned deeply at her. He held up an avocado. “Its three bucks for one these. That’s what the machine says. If the sign is still there, it’s because we forgot to take it down.”

“Well, in most stores, the sign being up means the deal still applies!” she said. “And I’m pretty sure the woman ahead of me got the discount!”

“Take it or leave it,” said the man.

Patrick was a little surprised he was being so bold with a woman, but perhaps it was because the girl was some kind of cat creature.

“Rrrgh!” The girl fished out her wallet from a fanny pack

Patrick looked around to see if another register was open, but this was it at the moment. Patrick kept his head down again as he cautiously approached the aisle.

“Can’t believe this crap,” said the cat girl after she gave the guy her money. “You better not stiff me on the change!”

“Now why would I do such a thing?” the man at the register said, his voice laced with sarcasm. The cat girl counted out her change carefully, and moved to bag her own groceries, while Patrick shuffled over and let the man ring out his goods. “Hurry it up, will you?” the guy said.

“Gimme a second!” said the girl.

“You better not put any of this guy’s stuff in your bags,” he said.

Patrick looked up at the man warily, then looked even more warily at the catgirl. “Hey,” muttered Patrick. “Quit antagonizing her.”

“That thing isn’t a her,” said the man with a sneer. Patrick took a step back as he saw the cat girl’s eye narrow dangerously, and even the cashier seemed to sober a bit. Both paused, anticipating her retaliation.

Instead she closed her eyes for a moment, took a breath, and let it out slowly. She hastily dumped her things in her five bags, then hefted them up, with a jug of water and milk in either hand. Patrick watched her storm off.

“Really stupid,” said Patrick.

“I know, right?” said the cashier ringing up his goods. “I mean, Jesus. Putting on a little Halloween costume is one thing, but to actually turn yourself into a cat? What is wrong with some people? It’s not exotic, it’s just goddamned creepy.”

“No, I mean you, idiot,” said Patrick. “You should know better than to piss off a woman.”

“That wasn’t a woman,” the man emphasized again.

“Yes, it was,” said Patrick. “Which means she’s got Sex Magic just like the rest. And if her Sex Magic was powerful enough she could turn herself into a cat-person, she’s more than powerful enough to rip your dick off with a thought.”

The cashier paused for a moment, then scowled. “Point. But I’ve got a shield on me.”

Patrick had to admire the man’s confidence, and decided it wasn’t worth arguing the fact that a little shield wouldn’t mean much to a girl who could shape-shift herself. He paid for his food, and carried the bags out the door, jumping a bit as he felt another little pleasure zap to his cock, followed by a burst of giggles.

He was rather surprised to see the catgirl waiting for him at the door. She smiled brightly at him. “Hey,” she said.

Patrick paled. “H-h-hey…”

Her smile became sympathetic, seeing his reaction. “I just wanted to thank you for trying to stick up for me.”

Patrick swallowed. “Oh, um…” he paused, mulling over whether or not he should lie to try and curry favor. He decided there wasn’t a point when she could read his mind. He sighed. “I’m sorry, I really wasn’t, um, doing that for you. I just…”

She chuckled a little. “Wow,” she said. “So honest. Still, even if you just did it to de-escalate the scene, I appreciate it. No one around here wants to cut me a break.”

Patrick gave her a quick glance over. “Yeah,” he said. “Well, um, I don’t think it’s bad, but, uh, you are kinda, er, weird.” He swallowed nervously. “Sorry.”

The girl gave him a long look over. She stepped up to him, and Patrick felt his heartbeat quicken, though whether from fear or anticipation was hard to say. She smiled pleasantly, and stopped short of the point where Patrick’s nerve would have given out and made him step back. “Too weird?” she said.

“I don’t—”

“Let me clarify: too weird for you?”

Patrick’s eyes widened a bit. “Um…”

The girl’s cat like tail reached up and slipped through the handles of the bags on her right arm, holding them up so she could root through her fanny pack. “I don’t sense you’re taken, exactly, but I won’t violate your privacy. Here.” She pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, got down on one knee, using her leg as a writing surface. She jotted down a number, then stood, and handed it to him. “My name is Falla. I’m staying with my cousin for a couple weeks, and she’s letting me use her cell phone incase I need to take a message. If you want to do something sometime while I’m here, please call me.” She reached out and slipped the number into Patrick’s hand, who took it, dumbly. Then she smiled brightly once more, re-secured her bags, and started walking off.

Patrick blinked in surprise. Had he just been propositioned by a girl? Not just taken and teased and used like a toy, but actually asked? Patrick found this considerably more shocking than the fact that she was a cat person. Patrick looked at the number for a moment without really seeing it. Then, the sequence of digits registered in his head, and he did a double-take. He recognized this number quite well.

TWO

Chloe opened the door, grinning ear to ear. “Goddess, small world, huh? When Falla said she found a cute boy, who’d have thought of all the dicks in town, it would be my little bitch toy? Guess there’s no accounting for taste, huh?”

Patrick entered the house of his mistress, a former childhood friend who had moved to the other side of town when they were younger teens, and then reconnected with him out of the blue when she gained her Sex Magic powers. “What are friends for,” she’d said those many months ago, “if not to help each other? And I couldn’t think of a better person to experiment on!”

“Experiment” was putting it lightly. Not a day went by that she didn’t tease his cock so badly, he wanted to rip it off to escape the pleasure torture. So many sensations, it was enough to drive a man insane. And of course, she never, ever let him cum, not even once in all the time she’d started using him. Not a night went by that Patrick didn’t toss and turn from blue balls so bad, the need haunted his nightmares.

Patrick had convinced himself that he’d gotten used to it, but the truth was, he’d just resigned himself. Chloe used and abused him to her hearts content, and resisting her had just made it worse. It was so unfair, so cruel, but such was the nature of Sex Mages, to one degree or another. Men were their playthings. Playthings were there to be played with. Their mistresses might allow them to resist to make the play more fun, but when a girl could just sunder a man through his cock with just an idle thought, with virtually no effort, there was no real chance for male victory.

Chloe, like almost all the women in town, had given into the temptations of such casual, but mighty power. Whatever genuine friendship they may have once had was long evaporated. Patrick knew the only reason she’d even talked to him was that no other guys had been immediately available for such use, and he was familiar to her. He wondered if they ever really had been friends, or if she’d just been friendly with him in the past, because she’d anticipated having a toy to play with later.

Chloe was more than familiar with such thoughts, and didn’t care about them. The moment Patrick stepped inside, she jolted his cock with a pleasure bolt spell, raw sensation shot straight into his nerves, so intense it took his breath away and made him stumble down to his hands and knees. Chloe chuckled, watching him jerk and gasp. With just a thought, she sent more jolts to his cock, not even letting him catch his breath. His penis surged, flexing and jerking. The sensations she was making him feel were indeed pleasure, but with such a sharp intensity it felt almost painful. Nonetheless, each jolt practically yanked him towards orgasm. Of course, he didn’t cum, but all it took was four or five such jolts, and he was already slamming against the edge of climax, his whole body bucking and jerking. He couldn’t even stay on his hands and knees anymore, rolling over onto his back, writing and mewing at her feet.

“Why are you still dressed?” Chloe chided, putting her hands on her hips and looking down at him with mock sternness. She stepped up so his head was almost between her legs. She wore a loose white shirt and a short skirt. He could see the glimpse of her pussy lips in the shadow of her skirt, and he let out a shuddering cry. One of the many conditions she’d placed on him was that the mere side of her naked body, of her bare breasts and vagina, wracked him with intense arousal and sexual ache, whether he wanted it or not. His penis, still under the assault of pleasure jolts, became as hard as humanly possible, so hard it hurt even more than the intensity of the jolts. “Well?” said Chloe, impatient.

She kept him writhing and gasping as he tried to strip his shorts and shirts off. What should have taken just a couple seconds became a nearly two-minute ordeal as his muscles kept spasming and clenching, his body rolling and limbs flailing, not letting him grip and pull his clothing away with any dexterity. He was like a fish out of water, trying to flop its way out of a net.

Finally, he achieved full nudity, and looked up at her with pleading eyes. Chloe just grinned and giggled at him, shaking her head at how silly he looked, and how easily she could make his life so difficult. Patrick realized she was holding her phone and had recorded the whole scene on video. No doubt she’d be adding that to the long list of humiliating clips she’d put online.

Patrick hoped he’d amused her enough to relent, but as a reward for his Herculean task, she simple intensified the sensations further. Patrick cried out and bucked his hips hard off the floor, as the jolts of pleasure turn into one long, sharp, ceaseless burn of sensation. His penis clenched so hard, he felt it would rip in half, and held that way. He could practically feel the cum boiling inside him as it fought her orgasm block. His whole body locked up in pre-orgasmic tension. At that moment, he felt his whole body tingle with Chloe’s magic, and she froze him that way, right at that agonizingly intense peak. His body was locked stiff as a statue, even his cock, a piece of living art that attested Chloe’s omnipotence over his body. Patrick’s nerves were likewise frozen in that peak state of pleasure so intense, it hurt. Only his mind remained unfrozen, his thoughts shattering in the grip of Chloe’s spell. And then, the sensation increased more, slowly, but inexorably, like the torturous turning of a screw.

She left him that way. Patrick had no means of knowing how long. Coherent thought left his brain as the pleasure agonized him in ways no human being was designed to endure. All this was just a few simple notions from Chloe’s mind. She’d rarely been this vicious this quick, rarely just chucked him immediately into this state. Patrick couldn’t even comprehend why at this point. All he could do was lay there in his frozen state and feel.

And then, suddenly, the magic cut off, and he collapsed against the floor, gasping, head swimming. He was vaguely aware of two women talking above him, but his comprehension couldn’t quite click in for several moments.

“—really unnecessary,” said a different girl.

“I thought you’d like it! Don’t you run guys through the ringer back home?” Chloe, he thought.

“Not like this, not if they don’t want it.”

“Of course he wants it. He’s a guy, so he’s a pervert. It’s not my fault I’m more than he can handle.” There was a sigh. “Man, such a waste. I wanted to groove off his energy all night!”

Patrick felt a gentle hand petting his forehead and hair. His vision focused and he blinked as he saw the face the catgirl from the grocery store. Falla smiled pleasantly at him. “Hey, there,” she said. “Small world!”

Patrick opened his mouth to speak, but it came out as a gasp as another pleasure bolt spell suddenly jolted him, forcing him to edge. He thrust his cock into the air, unwittingly towards Falla. Chloe giggled. “See? He just wants to stick it something. Any hole will do! If we don’t lock him down, he’ll just hump you like crazy!”

“Chloe, come on,” said Falla. “That’s enough. You’re hurting him.”

“Pffft, he’s a guy,” said Chloe. “He can take it. They’re supposed to ache. It’s what makes us feel good.” She sent another wave of psychic commands at the helpless boy.

Falla frowned pitiably at Patrick as he writhed and whimpered on the floor, his cock jerking in the air as Chloe’s thoughts tormented him within agonizing levels of pleasure. Chloe just laughed at her handiwork. Falla sighed and turned away in disgust. “Stop it, will you?” she said. “Please. I don’t want to deal with this.”

Chloe looked at her with annoyed confusion. “Jeez, what, are you a prude or something? I wouldn’t expect that from a furry.”

“Just stop it, okay?” said Chloe. “He’s aching so badly!”

Chloe cocked an eyebrow at her, then looked to Patrick, then back to her. She grinned. “Oh my goddess, do you like the little dweeb? Think he’s cute?”

Falla frowned and matched her gaze. Chloe’s grin faltered a bit, and she looked to the side. The catgirl’s eyes were difficult to stare at too long. “Maybe I do,” she said.

Chloe sighed, exasperated, and canceled her spells again. Patrick collapsed once more, thoroughly wrung ragged, twitching in aftershocks. His cock throbbed down to a mere normal erection, but the psychic tension hum of his full balls still sounded loudly in the young women’s minds.

“Jeez, I didn’t know you were going to be such a buzzkill,” said Chloe. “Here I was getting him all prepped up for you.”

Falla frowned as she watched him. “I appreciate the thought, but you don’t have to be so brutal.”

“Ugh, whatever,” said Chloe. “Hey, Pat. Yoo-hoo! You still with us?”

Patrick groaned and shakily pushed himself up onto his elbows. “Wh-what—what is—?”

Reading his confusion, Falla smiled, as she offered the boy a hand and pulled him to his feet. “Chloe’s my cousin. Kind of funny, huh? I hadn’t realized you were her boy.”

Chloe frowned. “Did you two already know each other?” she asked. Not waiting for an answer, she fished the memory from Patrick’s head. Then she smirked. “Oh, I get it now. You like him because he was being a sweet boy.” She chuckled. “Well, that’s nice and all, but you’re really cutting him way too much slack. If he wants to earn his relief, you should really make him do more.”

“We’ll see,” said Falla. She rubbed Patrick’s back as the boy awkwardly looked between then, uncertain of what to do.

“Well, if you insist on going easy on him, fine, but that’s kinda lame,” said Chloe.

Falla smiled. “You did say you were loaning him to me for the night. So I can do whatever I want, correct? I just like to take things a little easier.”

“Whatever,” said Chloe, waving her off. “I got some work to do, then we can hang out later.” She huffed as she left the room.

Patrick glanced warily to Falla. “Well, you’re mine for the afternoon now.”

“Okay,” he said more confused and dazed than anything. “What, um, what are you gunna do to me?”

Falla reached up and wiped a bead of sweat of his temple. “I think first you should take a shower to relax a bit. I’m not going to destroy you like she does.”

THREE

Patrick heard the door open just as he shut the water off, and he winced. For a moment, he assumed it was Chloe, coming to mess with him. He looked through the slightly translucent shower curtain, able to see the vaguely female shape. There was a rustle of clothes. Patrick swallowed nervously and backed up against the wall as the shape reached for the edge of the curtain. His heart thudded with a mixture of fear and shameful arousal. Even though he resented it, his cock grew hard, ever eager to betray him.

He blinked as Falla pulled it open, revealing her nude body. Patrick’s eyes widened. For all the times he’d been forced naked in front of women, he’d never actually seen a fully naked woman in person before. Hell, he could count on one hand the number of times he’d even seen a pair of bare breasts. And yet, here was Falla, baring herself completely to him.

His heart raced. His cock throbbed. Falla smiled warmly at him. Even with her snow-leopard-colored skin, her physical beauty was stunning. She stepped into the shower, and Patrick shrank back a bit, to give her more room. Instead, however, she reached out and gently pulled him to her, hugging him. Patrick gasped. Despite her body looking like it was painted, he could feel her firm, but soft flesh press against his. Her skin really was just “naturally” colored in the snow leopard design. White in the front and the inner part of the limbs, with small black circles and ovals over the outer part of the limbs, and along her back. Her tail, and ears, however, were covered with soft fur. As she hugged him, one arm around his back, the other over his shoulders, her tail curled around his leg. She pressed against him fully, her breasts pressing against his chest, her abdomen pressing his cock against his belly. The feel of her against his penis made him jump, and his sensitive organ practically tingled with warm pleasure just from touching her.

“Hey,” she whispered in his ear, her chin resting on his shoulder.

“Uh… uh, h-hey…” He instinctively, but cautiously, hugged her back, and leaned his face into her long, white hair. She shifted slightly to accommodate him, and this little motion rubbed his cock. It was enough that his hips jerked, and he thrust against her.

Her grit his teeth and with Herculean effort, forced his hips under control. “S-s-sorry!” he hissed.

“Don’t be,” she said. She pulled away slightly, and placed her hands on his hips. She looked him in the eye, her golden-green cat-like eyes sparkling, and she smiled again. She then lowered herself down.

Patrick’s eyes went so wide, they might well have popped out of his skull. He gaped, open mouthed as Falla got down on her knees and eyed his cock. She was barely and inch away from his organ. He could feel her breath on his penis, even through the humid air of the bathroom, and his cock twitched excitedly. He felt like he was going to edge right there, just from her closeness.

Then, the realization hit him that she wasn’t even using any magic. By now, Chloe would be blasting him with her lust aura. What was this crazy catgirl going to do? How was she going to tease him? She was Chloe’s cousin, there was no way she wasn’t riling him up, just to blue ball him at the last second.

Falla glanced up at him and shook her head with another smile. “No tricks,” she said, voice still hushed. “No teasing.” She looked at his cock and licked her lips. “Give me everything you got.”

Patrick’s jaw dropped as Falla opened her mouth, and closed her lips around his cock. He let out a choked gasp mixed with a sharp cry, as Falla’s lips slid down his length, her tongue stroking with a perfect rhythm against his organ. His eyes rolled up, his head snapped back, and his hips thrust forward as his sensitive, teased, denied cock and balls thrummed with pleasure, natural pleasure, and he felt an orgasm build with breathtaking rapidity. Patrick grit his teeth and clenched his fists, bracing for the pain of hitting his orgasm block.

But at the last moment, when his climax should have rebounded off the cruel magic barrier, he instead felt something shift deep in his loins. And then he was cumming! Oh, god, oh fuck, oh goddess, he was cumming, blasting his seed down this crazy girl’s throat. She guzzled his semen down like it was water, her head bobbing faster. The strength left his legs, so fierce was his climax, and he threatened to fall over. But Falla’s hands gripped his hips and held him up, casually holding his aloft so she could continue working his penis. And when he had shot his load as much as he could, half-conscious, he let out a moan, and tried to plead for her not to torture him with post-orgasm stimulation, the way Chloe always did the very few times she let him pop.

He wasn’t able to voice the plea, but he didn’t need to. Even if she couldn’t have read his mind, Falla had no intention of tormenting the boy. Patrick was shocked yet again, when Falla slowed her sucking to a gentle, loving milking, drawing the last drop from the tip of him, and leaving his cock with a kiss, leaving the sensitive head alone. For a brief second, Patrick was sure he felt a bit of magic start to touch him, but apparently, it was only his imagination, trained expectations from the relentless teasing he’d experienced.

Falla held him up, tirelessly, until he could find his balance again. Even then, he shakily got out of the tub. He was wet with both water from the shower and a sheen of sweat. She grabbed his towel and dried him off, patting and rubbing every surface. Patrick was too stunned to do anything but let her. When she was done she smiled again and kissed his cheek. “I’m going to clean up, too. Go lie down in the guest room.”

Patrick nodded dumbly and obeyed. The guest room where Chloe sometimes let him sleep, or used for entertaining her friends, was sparsely furnished, but dominated by a large bed, easily able to fit three people. He lay down in the middle, and almost instinctively spread his limbs for tying down. He almost had to force himself not to, he was so used to it.

What the fuck was going on? Was Falla messing with him? Setting him up for some massive punishment by Chloe later? That was quite possibly the best orgasm of his life. No magic turning it painfully intense. Not his own hand desperately trying to crank one out before he got caught and stuck. No ruined climax from a Sex Mage girl yanking his hand away or teasing him just over the brink and stopping. He felt utterly drained, but somehow content, if a little confused.

A few minutes later, Falla entered his room, her hair and skin a little damp from the shower. He looked up at her, unsure what to think. She lay down next to him, lying on her side, looking at him, smiling warmly. She was still naked, and his eyes couldn’t help but glance over her body. “Feel better?” she said.

Patrick nodded slowly. “Yeah… I… uh…. Wow… I’ve never, um… not like that…”

“I know,” said Falla. She frowned slightly. “Chloe really beats you up, doesn’t she? She even tried to keep blocking your orgasm and tried to post-torture you just now. I stopped her.”

“Oh. Um. Thanks?”

Falla chuckled, then frowned again as she saw his suspicious expression. “Are you scared of me?”

He thought over how to respond, even knowing she could read his mind. Yes, he was scared.

Falla shook her head. “Don’t be. Please.” She paused for a moment, then said, “I guess that’s a silly thing for me to say. Of course you’re scared. And it isn’t the furry thing. It’s because I’m a Sex Mage.”

She reached down and gently cupped his now flaccid cock and empty balls. He flinched, but made no move to stop her. His cock threatened to go hard again just from her touch, but she didn’t play with him. She looked into his face, noting his wary expression. “I can do this to you and you know you can’t stop me. So you don’t even try, because no matter what you do, you’ll get teased anyway, won’t you? In fact, resisting just makes her punish you more, doesn’t it?”

Hesitantly, he nodded.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry for what my cousin has done.” She let go of him, tucking her hand under the pillow, and lay there watching him. Her tail swished a bit behind her as she thought.

Patrick didn’t say anything. He had no idea what to do or say. He was so used to girls playing mind games on him, he couldn’t accept this wasn’t some trap to torture his cock even more.

Finally, Falla said, “When I go back, do you want to come with me?”

Patrick’s eyes widened some more. “W-what? What do you mean?!”

“I mean, when I leave to go back to New Bestia, do you want to come with me? Do you want to get away from here? From her?”

Patrick’s mind whirled. What was this? What the hell was this?

“I like you,” said Falla. “You’re cute. You’re nice. Maybe I’m just a sucker for a hard luck case. But I don’t have any guys of my own back home yet. I wouldn’t mind if you were my first.”

“What… what does that entail?” he said.

“Well, you’ll have to be transformed, of course,” she said. “Don’t worry, we can make it simple. Give you ears and a tail. How does a wolf-motif sound?”

“Uh…”

She chuckled. “We can talk it over later.”

Patrick frowned. “Where is this going?”

“Excuse me?”

“Is Chloe making you do this? Is she going to burst in here later tonight and punish me for cumming or something?”

Falla sighed. “I can see this is going to be difficult.”

He frowned. “I just…”

“I know,” said Falla. “You can’t trust me yet. I understand.”

“I mean, I’m grateful for the orgasm, but… well… it’s not like you even asked…”

Falla frowned. “Yeah. Sorry. But you really needed it. And I do want to give you a break. And, well, in this society, that pretty much means taking you from other girls before they can take you first.”

He thought it over for a while. “It’s not going to be much different in your country, is it? If I go with you, you’re just going to do what you want with me.”

Falla smiled apologetically, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Sorry. That’s just how things are between boys and girls now. I know it sucks. My country knows it sucks. That’s why we try to be different. If I make you mine, I will have my fun with you, but I won’t torture you the way Chloe or the other girls here do. And if you are mine, other girls won’t touch you, not unless I let them. And I won’t let them unless you’re okay with it. I promise. I know a girl’s promise isn’t worth anything to a guy here, but I do promise.”

She pulled away her hand, and Patrick had to resist following it. “Or, you stay here. Deal with Chloe. She’s probably really mad I let you cum. I’ll try and keep her from hurting you while I’m here, but don’t know what she’s going to do to you when I leave.”

Patrick frowned. “So, you’re not giving me much of a choice at all. You’re putting me in a bind where I have to do as you ask, or it’ll be worse for me.” He turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling. “You’re as bad as all the other girls.”

Falla frowned, looking hurt. “That’s not it at all! I really was, I am, trying to help.” She sighed. “But I see your point. I’m sorry to put you in such a bind. I guess us girls just can’t help but be sneaky.”

She got up off the bed. “You can go home tonight. Chloe won’t like it, but I’ll talk to her. Please think about it Patrick. I’ll be leaving in five days.” She turned to leave, but paused at the door. “And if you’d like to masturbate while I’m around, please feel free.” Patrick jumped as he felt a jolt of magic shift something inside him. Experimentally, he touched his cock. He looked at Falla in surprise, and she gave him a wink. Then, she left, leaving Patrick to hastily exit the house while the catgirl dealt with her cousin.

Patrick mulled over everything she’d just said. Going with her to a country full of people turned into animals and animal/human hybrids. Being her pet boy, probably eventually one of several, but in a society where he could be free to go about his day, and do as he liked, without constantly being assaulted by women’s magic. Where Chloe, and others like her, couldn’t reach him. That night, laying in bed, Patrick slowly stroked himself as he weighed his options.