Asshole Catterpillars and Sissy Butterflies (Bodman54 and Deante)

[Deante]

The music was pumping. The lights were down low. In the smoky, pulse-pounding atmosphere it was almost like a dream, a fever hallucination of flesh and fur moving to a beat. Yet there were things closer to fantasies and nightmares than just the flesh and blood club-goers.

Jackie's hungry eyes darted about. Two weeks ago she'd been a dumpy, chubby raccoon-girl nerd. Now she was fully furred, that thickness turned voluptuous, thin and short clothes flaunting new curves. While she'd been out to eagerly work dick here and there, this was her first full fledged outing, the first chance to be let loose in a building full of hot young bodies.

Cilis was there too. He'd taken that ugly duckling under a wing and once she'd come out a swan, he was pushing her from the nest, coaxing her to spread those wings. Multiple times. Among others, Jackie had fantasies of groups taking her at both ends, or pulling a train, or blowing a line. While it was possible for her to manage that on her own, he did want to help make that a reality. That was part of his expertise, making fantasies real.

Cilis was easy to miss until he wanted to be noticed. Eyes and attention had a habit of moving right past him. Staring at him dead on though gave a peculiar impression. His species was "Sort of" something, as it hard to pin down--a rodent? Well the ears weren't right, the tail was furred--a cat of some kind? What about a mustelid maybe...? It could even be described as a 'furred lizard'. His figure was sleek and soft and unremarkable, much like the boring grey fur. Of course, all of this was what a viewer got when he was trying to avoid making an impression.

 

[bodman54]

Connor stood at the bar, scanning the crowd for his next conquest. He was getting plenty of looks from other patrons, both male and female. He didn't mind. At least he didn't mind most of them. He wore his clothes a size too small for a reason. He spent a lot of time working out, along with a decent regimen of body enhancers, to overcome his natural lithe form to become a muscled-up hulk of a man. He wanted girls swooning over him and worked hard to achieve that goal. And he routinely did achieve it. But he was in a bit a of dry spell at the moment, none of his usual lines working anymore. So he'd come to the club to find someone who was looking for a good time.

When he saw Jackie his ears perked up, his tail swishing in anticipation. Her body language and clothes were just screaming "I want sex now" and Connor was more than willing to oblige. Grabbing his drink he made his way over to the girl, getting up behind her and pulling her thick ass against his crotch. "Why don't we ditch this lame ass club and go back to my place," he said into her ear. "You're not going to find anyone better than me here tonight."

He held her close, his free hand roaming across her furred belly. "If you're as decent a lay as you look I'm sure it'll be worth my while."

 

[Deante]

Jackie stiffened, but at the same time pressed herself back against Connor. Though as he spoke, she looked to the side. Connor caught sight of the grey dude in his periphery.

Cilis didn't need to read Jackie's mind to know the issue. Being taken home meant that she'd only fuck this one. Spending the night wasn't as crass as getting it in the bathroom and then going for more, or being one of several.

Even as Jackie said hesitantly, "Maybe I want quantity, not quality," Cilis was moving in to nudge this guy. To plant the suggestion of passing the raccoon around, or use her and leave her somewhere.

 

[bodman54]

"Come on babe. There's plenty of tight ass around this place for other guys," Connor said, ignoring the guy who'd stood up and began making his way over to them. His focus was on the sexy raccoon pressed up against him. His tail had begun swinging in anticipation, ready to bring this girl back and fuck her. She sounded more than willing, he just had to convince her that he was the only guy she needed.

His hands were getting more and more adventurous, sliding under her clothes and running his fingers through her fur. Making sure she could feel the bulge in his tight pants he ground against her, pushing his cock against her ass. He was so focused on her that he didn't notice the guy arriving behind him. And even if he did Connor wasn't worried. He spent hours at the gym working out, making himself stronger and more impressive-looking. And then add a steady diet of steroids and he was rippling with muscle. If the guy tried to start something Connor would put him through a wall.

"You're lucky I was here tonight," he continued. "I'm feeling generous and am looking for some fun. And you're the lucky girl I want to fuck. You won't get this opportunity again."

 

[Deante]

Now Jackie did need help. So recently she'd been shy and easily pushed around, and only now with Cilis's help was she coming out of that shell, being bold and loud. So far she wasn't used to handling this kind of attention, or realizing her lush body gave her the power to call some shots. Even if she wanted men to use her, take advantage of her, that could be on her terms, and molding that confidence was harder than crafting her body had been. Some hangups ran deep.

The fae had gotten close enough he could've touched Connor if he leaned in. That wasn't necessary though; 'whispering' a mere 'nudge' had a short range. This slut doesn't want to wait, she wants it here, now. That's extra hot. The thought would pop into Connor's head, seem like his own idea, with the mildest tug to complete the action.

Unfortunately it was that moment when Jackie pulled away. Her delivery wasn't as confident when she turned to face Connor and said "I don't know, you don't seem like you want to share." And then she tilted her head, looking past him to Cilis for help.

 

[bodman54]

Connor frowned as Jackie pulled away and looked over her shoulder. "I shouldn't have to share," he growled, his temper rising as she kept deflecting. "Don't look at your gay little friend. He probably wants me to fuck him too. But I don't roll like that because I'm a real man. A real man who can show you a good time." Grabbing her upper arm he began dragging her toward the bathroom, Cilis's thought making him want to fuck her right now.

"You want to be passed around so bad. Fine. How about I fuck you and leave you in here for anyone to find," he growled, looking back at the smaller woman he was dragging along. His cock was rock hard in his pants and he needed to fuck her. It was all he could think about at the moment. "Let's see if you can fuck as well as you whine."

 

[Deante]

Cilis’s eyes narrowed. That the serval boy noticed him was annoying enough. But then he’d added to it. CallingCilos was gay wasn’t so insulting, but the implication he was not a “real man”? That burned the fae.

In addition, Jackie was not so keen on being talked down to. Fucked like a toy yes, but not verbally abused. That thi garbage was being rude to both of them had Cilis’s hackles raised, perhaps a bit protectively. No matter who used her, Jackie was his for now, and he was looking out for her.

Insults could not stand without retribution. But not swiftly. The boy had Cilis’s attention now.

Jackie put up no resistance. Attitude aside, this is what she wanted. The night was good, for Conner and for the two after him. A good first night for her.

When Cilis saw her home, she passed the paper towel with Connor’s cum on it. Through their connection, the fae had directed her to. With it he hunted down this boy. It took a day, but the next night he slid inside Connor’s apartment as the serval slept. Hovering over him, Cilis peered into his mind, rifling through the feline’s desires and fears, his beliefs, what he hid from others and what he hid from himself.

 

[bodman54]

Conner made sure that Jackie's night started with an intense bang. They may or may not have broken one of the stall doors in their intensity. But when they were done he paid her no mind, finding someone who was willing to go home with him, scoring a sexy wolf who left more than her fair share of scratches on him by the time the night was over.

As soon as he left Jackie in the bathroom she, and her friend slipped right from his mind. It wasn't a memorable enough encounter for him to dwell on. She had been a decent lay and that was pretty much it. So the fact that he may have angered a powerful fae creature didn't even cross his mind. Why would it? It was an outlandish thought.

The following night Conner slept peacefully, blissfully unaware of the creature standing over him, searching through his brain for his deepest, darkest desires. Things that he wouldn't even admit to himself. Things, that if they came to light, would shake his self image right down to his very core.

As Cilis searched he would discover something very very interesting. Like all guys, Conner enjoyed looking at women and their outfits. But the truth, the truth he didn't even admit to himself, was that he looked at the women because he wanted to dress like them. Sexy dresses, strapped heels, makeup. They were all things he longed to experiment with. But that thought, that he may be one of those gay crossdressers terrified him. So he worked extra hard to go the other way, presenting a hyper masculine image to the world. He'd been doing this for so long he had forgotten the true reason for it. But that desire still lurked deep inside of him, waiting for someone to unearth and take advantage of.

 

[Deante]

Very interesting. Yet not surprising based on what the fae knew of people these days. So uptight.

Well, it was time Connor got his heart’s desire. A curse, if he were asked in a week.

Collecting some of the boy’s hair from a brush, Cilis returned home and began to meddle with the serval from afar, at Cilis’s leisure and safety.

The first steps were large and small. Begin the change from brute to beauty. All that muscle was a problem; fat could be used, muscle had to be tricked and moved around, but with enough change it too could be eaten to fuel alterations.

The easiest way for this was to turn a skin-and-fur all the way to a civilized beast. Connor’s fur would grow as his mouth started a muzzle, and his hair to grow longer to match the gradual development of his hips into a more womanly shape. This would not be rapid, but still noticeable after at most the third day.

Which was why he planted ideas to go with it. A belief this was due to the steroids—to keep Conner from using more. As well, while that sex drive was not slowed, Connor would not be able to get erect. This would be useful later, for now he wanted Connor frustrated.

That was enough for now. Cilis let Connor rest. In two nights he’s check in.

 

[bodman54]

Conner had no idea about his nocturnal visitor, or of the plans that were now in motion for him. When he woke up the next morning nothing seemed amiss. Except his normal morning wood was missing. He didn't pay it much mind, since who actually thought about their morning wood. The only thing he was aware of was that he was itchy. All over. Going to hop in the shower he was scratching himself all over his body, wondering if he was allergic to the girl's hair from the other night. The water seemed to help a bunch so he was feeling much better when he was finished.

Having found relief from the itching he went to the gym, pushing himself but not finding the results he was used to. Maybe it was just one of those days and he didn't sweat it too much. He'd have a better day tomorrow.

But when the next day came, and he woke up even itchyer, with his whole body, and especially his hips aching, he got a little concerned. The results at the gym were just as bad as the previous day and his frustration was starting to bubble up. So he decided he needed something, or someone to take his mind off things. Heading out at night he went cruising for a hot little thing to take home. And there were plenty out but he began to notice something worrying. Normally he'd be nice and hard in the clubs but even when he was very turned on, his cock wasn't responding. He'd heard of some nasty side effects from steroids and started to panic. Unable to contemplate bringing anyone home when he couldn't get hard, he left the clubs, rushing back to his place to flush all the performance enhancers he owned. Looking good was important. But not as important as being able to fuck.

 

[Deante]

Connor likely would've had better results at the gym if he focused on leg day.

That night, Cilis returned to find no surprises in the boy's development. Fur was just ready to start, and soon the facial adjustments would begin. However Connor had quite a ways to go mentally, and that was what needed to be poked at. The psychological block on his erection was removed--but only when he thought about women's clothes, about those clothes on hot female bodies. With that the slightest nudge towards imagining himself wearing them, and wanting to wear them. If Connor didn't stumble across that, well, Cilis would have to steer him a little closer next time.

It was too early to change his orientation. However, Cilis put in a little trigger, a reward. If Connor thought about anything he perceived as 'gay', anything with other men, about touching, sucking cock, anything of that nature, he'd get incredibly excited. He'd reach orgasm faster, cum harder. Yet Cilis did nothing to guide Connor's thoguhts this way; for now, if Connor tripped over this discovery it would be a happy surprise.

 

[bodman54]

Connor was sound asleep when Cilis snuck into his room. He was exhausted from trying to equal his normal gym routine and failing. So his mental blocks were lowered and easy for Cilis to work around. As the block was removed his cock twitched, but due to the subject of his dreams, it didn't move much. That was for later.

He woke up the next morning, the itching worse than ever. Looking down he was shocked to see that his body was covered in a small layer of fur. Scrambling out of bed he rushed to the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. It was all over his face as well. Well this was less than ideal. "What the fuck," he whispered to himself, running his hands over the fur. This wasn't a prank. He was really growing a full pelt.

It wasn't unheard of for something like this to happen but it was very rare. He would just have to act like everything was normal and hope no one else noticed. Heading out for the day he headed over to the park for a run. It was a warm summer day so there were plenty of people out enjoying the fresh air. Including plenty of women wearing light sundresses. He always enjoyed watching the female body move in them, the way they swished around while the wearer walked. But today was the first time in a long, long time that he wondered what it would be like to wear them. That thought sent blood rocketing to his cock, causing him to trip and stumble. A few people looked over to check to see if he was ok and he waved them off.

"What the fuck," he murmured to himself. He'd gotten hard before, but not that hard that fast. And it was especially strange considering his erection issues the previous day. Confused as hell he retreated to his apartment to try to wack one out. But he found just as much frustration watching porn as he did watching girls at the club. He just couldn't get hard. "What is wrong with me?"

 

[Deante]

Cilis was concerned with the amount of frustration building in Conor. He was angry and worried and when the fae revealed himself, or when Connor learned the truth, he might explode--especially from someone as aggressive and insecure as he was. Plus all that wasted energy at the gym had slowed down some of his own growth--his face hadn't even started developing a muzzle. Tsk.

With these things in mind, Cilis adjusted a little. Any desire to work out or distract himself was diverted to cardio, just plain old exercise, which would now relieve more frustration, give more satisfaction and relief than normal. A slight increase in appetite, to avoid all that energy burning up in exercise. Cilis wanted some muscle gone, but not a waif. By the morning Connor's face should begin adjusting, not just a muzzle, but gradually taking a more feminine shape; though not a visible difference righ taway, merely soreness. His hair was already two inches longer, looking better, wavier, thicker.

Connor would find his regular clothes unsatisfying, fitting odd. But instead of blaming the changes, it would be something like dissatisfaction with them. Maybe they felt "wrong", or unattractive, or something, but overall, Cilis wanted the thought that these clothes didn't suit Connor anymore.

Finally, the boy could get erect normally now. However, he couldn't orgasm without thinking about womens' clothes or himself in them, or gay sex. Rather than have Connor tug and stroke for hours until he hurt himself, any effort to get off would eventually steer toward these things. Not to mention that now it was more likely his mind went to those things when he wasn't masturbating, and when it did, it brought immediate excitement. The surprise trigger from the last session, of a more intense orgasm when thinking about gay sex, was left in place. One new addition though--that Connor wouldn't panic about that discovery.

Before he left, the fae paused. An idea had struck him, a way to guide Connor on the right path, but one that would take an extra step or two, would require more than the creature himself. He probed the changing boy a tad more. He was overly aggressive and assertive, yes. But what was underneath all that bluster? How would he react to being submissive? To a woman taking control? Or would he get upset, puff up and become defensive? After investigating, Cilis left, plans in motion.

 

[bodman54]

Connor's dreams were much different than normal thanks to Cilis poking around inside his head. Instead of his normal dreams of beautiful women in sexy clothing prancing around him, this time he was in the sexy clothing, feeling free and happy. That happiness carried over until he woke up, sore and itchy again. And very very horny. Unable to think of anything else, thanks to his raging morning wood, he opened his laptop and went immediately to a porn website. He didn't normally use porn because he had a decent time finding people to fuck. But now he didn't have the patience to find a woman to hook up with him. So porn would have to do.

He scrolled through a bunch of different videos, finding none of them satisfying enough to get off to. He was getting desperate, his cock throbbing in need. Finally he stumbled upon a video of a woman walking around in different outfits. It was very tame by porn standards, hence the low number of views. But Connor had a thunderous orgasm as he watched her in the different outfits, wondering what they'd be like on him.

The mess he made after he was done stroking was impressive and he took his time cleaning up after himself. When he was done he hopped into the shower, his whole body relaxed after such a powerful explosion of cum. He wasn't sure what it had been about that particular video compared to the more hardcore stuff on the website but he'd never had a more powerful orgasm. He wasn't thinking about it too much, just grateful that he'd been able to cum. That must have meant that the steroids were working their way out of his system and he hopefully escaped any of the more serious side effects. He hoped things were now going back to normal.

He could hope but nothing was stopping the changes. Changes he was aware of and changes he wasn't. He might fight them for a while, but in the end, he would be happier expressing his true self. Because as Cilis was starting to learn, beneath all his bluster was someone who craved to submit. Man, woman, other, it didn't matter. Some childhood trauma had convinced him that it was bad for him to wear women's clothes and submit to powerful people. But that didn't change who he was deep down. And Cilis was just the person to help Connor along the path to who he was always meant to be.

 

[Deante]

The fae paced Connor's apartment. While progress was going well, nothing about actual sexual encounters with men had managed to work its way into Connor's mind. Was it hitting some sort of roadblock?

It was time to take a more aggressive approach, one Connor no doubt would appreciate. The creature tinkered and toyed, and once more retreated.

Aside from the ache in Connor's face, things felt normal. He could even get erect. That was a sign he needed a woman tonight. Treat himself. Not just any piece of ass, he was looking for something special. What, he didn't know, but it'd click, certainly.

At the club, he cruised and loitered. And when he saw the squirrel-girl across the dance floor, it was like a puzzle piece locked into place. That body wasn't amazing, it was petite and sweet, just like those big brown eyes, those red curls. Seeing her instantly had Connor at ease.

"Hi," she cooed, smile so big when he said hello. "You look like you want to dance." Neither of them really wanted to dance. That was obvious, but for some reason, he just felt like he should go with the flow. Let her lead. Relax. He was ready to go when she suggested.

"What gets you hot?" Brandy asked in the car, rubbing his leg. "Do you like lesbians? 'Cause I like watching guys make out. Cute boys kissing, mm."

In his apartment, before he had her top off, Brandy moaned. She whispered, "Would you do something for me? Can I...I can I put makeup on you? Just a little. You'd look so hot." It would make her happy, right? Brandy put lipstick on Connor, added a little eyeshadow. "Delicious," she said, and as he looked in the mirror, she went down on him. Then went down on him. Except that as he got closer, she stuck a finger up into him. And it felt amazing. He couldn't stop her. Couldn't do anything but feel that penetration stirring around, knocking on his prostate, as he fired into her mouth.

"You liked that huh?" she giggled. "Bet you want in my panties now... Ho wabout getting in them? Come on, do it. See if they fit." They wouldn't even make it past his knees, but it still delighted her. Every step of the way it didn't just excite Brandy, she was warm and encouraging, reassuring. This was fun, this was cool, this was nothing weird.

As he was getting hard again, Brandy confessed, "I like thinking about two guys. Sometimes during sex, I even pretend I'm a guy." She rolled over and arched her bushy tail, affecting a poor attempt at a masculine voice. "Pound my ass, bruh. C'mon, fuck me." And while she squealed like any proper girl and he squeezed those cute little tits, every time she brought up guys, and the whole time he was pounding that squirrel, thoughts of men and dicks danced through his head. The sex was hotter, the finish more intense.

She held him in the night, the 'big' spoon. Reassuring. Secure. In the morning, there was nothing left but a forgotten bra--had she even worn a bra?--and a discarded tube of lipstick. Two objects that kept catching his eye all day, tempting like a plate of fresh cookies sitting out.

 

[bodman54]

With the return to normal of his erection and orgasms, Connor decided that he could get back out there and find someone to bring home some fun. It took him a little longer to get dressed, both because he wasn't used to dealing with his lengthening fur and because none of his clothes felt right. They still fit the same but he just wasn't as comfortable in them as he was in the past. He eventually settled on an outfit, shorts a little shorter than normal and a shirt that was not quite long enough, showing off a bit of his stomach. It almost looked like he was wearing a crop top and some booty shorts but not quite that drastic.

Heading out to the clubs he was afraid it was another night of futility. No one seemed to be catching his interest. There were plenty of hot women out there but he was looking for something specific. He was almost ready to give up his search when he saw her. Putting on an easy smile he made his way across the dance floor to Brandy, sliding up next to her. "Hey," he said, sliding an arm around her shoulders. She was easy to talk to and soon found himself following her lead, though she was subtle about it. She'd make a suggestion and he never saw a reason to argue with her. So when they found themselves back at his apartment he didn't protest as she put some makeup on him before sinking down to show how talented her mouth was. And it was very talented. He was right on the verge of cumming when she stuck her finger up his ass, causing his toes and tail to curl up as he came almost as hard as he did the other day. Which put it in his top 10 most intense orgasms of his life.

He was panting and smiling as she pulled off and out of him, unable to answer as he caught his breath. After an orgasm like that, he was more than happy to go along with whatever she wanted. And it did help that there was no judgement or scorn in her as she slipped her panties over his legs. She was just having a great time and a lot of fun exploring.

It was funny that even in his apartment, she was doing most of the talking, taking the lead and deciding what to do next. And he had no problem going along with it. He chuckled as she pretended to be a guy before pulling her onto his lap and sitting her down on his hard cock. But what she said stuck in his head. Even as she convulsed on him, mewling in pleasure as she came, his thoughts were stuck on dicks. And his body was remembering how good it felt to have something shoved up his ass.

The next morning he rolled over to find her gone. But her memory lingered. The words she said the night before and the items she left strewn around the apartment. He picked up her bra and sat with it for a while, feeling it, just holding it. He had this strange desire to put it on but he was able to ignore it for now. The lipstick was another matter. He remembered how happy Brandy was to put it on him, and while he still had it on from the night before it had gotten smeared overnight. So going into the bathroom he went and touched it up, looking at himself in the mirror, bright red lips staring back at him. Were his lips fuller? He couldn't tell. But they definitely looked kissable.

He found himself wearing the lipstick every day after he got home, feeling more and more comfortable wearing it. And the changes that were happening were becoming more pronounced as well. His muzzle was almost fully developed and his face had slimmed down, taking a more feminine shape. His hair and pelt had grown out nicely and he was starting to groom it twice a day just to prevent knots.

But the biggest change came when a box he ordered arrived at the door. Inside was a thin dildo, the smallest he could find. That night he eased it into himself before stroking himself to another intense orgasm, dildo in his ass and lipstick on his lips.

 

[Deante]

Generally Cilis didn't care for bedroom sport as a woman. He simply preferred having a cock, whether he was top or bottom. Granted, when it was bottom, he went with someone effeminate like he, or downright womanly, like Connor was becoming. Cilis could have brought in one of his other pets to do the job, but that would have been feeding them lines, and would've required them to act the part just right, this was simpler.

The creature stayed away the next few days; Connor wasn't the only project or interest after all. When he finally did return, the fae was delighted to discover that the serval had bought a toy. An act of pure initiative. Lovely. The boy was almost ready.

While Connor was very aware of the changes, he'd yet to really process what he looked like now. Now he was looking quite the woman, especially as that face developed. The lingering bit of muscle and any fat were diverted towards Connor's chest; the beginnings of breasts, but those would develop slower. No, what he wanted was a recognition of this new self. Possibly an exploration of new clothes to go with it. Or would it spark an identity crisis?

Beyond that perspective, there was one last real step. Masturbation could still come freely, but each time the women he fantasized would only play a partial role. They would be watching Connor and some 'sissy' guy make out. They would blow Connor...as he was fucked. He would fuck them...while sucking some guy. And each time the serval pleasured himself, an urge would grow stronger. To...try something, with another guy. To touch it, jerk it. Maybe taste it. Any interest in hooking up with girls was currently on ice.

The fae was genuinely curious how long it would take before it became too much. Had there been another spectator, he'd have made bets.

 

[bodman54]

The next few days passed in a blur. He was changing quicker and quicker but Cilis made sure that he wasn't thinking about them too much. Instead, his focus was on the changes to his sexual interests. As the days passed his search on the porn site became kinkier and kinkier and he found himself watching more male on male action with some female interaction in the background. But as the days went on his focus shifted from what the woman was doing to what the men were doing together. And each day his orgasm was more intense than the last.

Until it became too much and he had to know. He'd spent all this time fantasizing about it but had to know what it was like to have the real thing. So he resolved to go to a club and see if he could pick up a guy. The only problem was that he still thought of himself as the dominant one and didn't know how to pick up a guy. And considering what he looked like now it was unlikely he'd pick up any gay guy like this. His hair had gotten long enough that it was tickling his back and his figure had shifted from the well-muscled masculine body he had worked so hard on to a toned and lean female body. Add to that the fact that his face had slimmed down and he was very female-presenting at the moment. All that was missing was a pair of tits. And those were on their way.

One Friday night many weeks after the first encounter he was back at the club where he met Jackie, nervously standing at the bar. He still hadn't pulled the trigger on getting new clothes that felt more comfortable, so he was in the same outfit that he wore when he met Brandy. Though he'd cut a few inches off the shorts and tied up the shirt in the front to show more of his toned stomach.

He stood at the bar, trying to plan out his next move. He knew he was getting some looks but couldn't find any of his trademark confidence at the moment.

 

[Deante]

Cilis was there. Partly his attention roved for new little ducklings, but mainly it was to observe rather than intervene on Connor's behalf. Well. Not completely. He wanted to see how the little swan might flutter, but lthere were real threats out there. The fae was well aware of the risk to Connor if some lad found out the serval's secret. While he could approach again, he wanted to save it. No need to handhold so tightly.

Similarly he was surprised how Connor was approaching this, but not really. There had been a half-expectation for Connor to seize the initiative, to find someone he kinda knew and approach. Or a stranger somewhere else, somewhere that suggested a quick grope or suck without a lot of investigation. Yet Connor was only bluster and fragile bravado. He was waiting for someone else to make a move, which fit that submissive underbelly, yet it was none the less disappointing. While any male that stepped up was of course a wild card, the creature was more interested on how Connor would conduct things. Fast? Relax back and let the guy lead?

So Cilis played the patient parent and watched how this played out naturally.

As he waited, it occurred to the fae just how lonely Connor was. No friends. Not only this, but once it dawned that he was a she, there was no one to turn to for a helping hand or comfortable shoulder. Women flocked together, and Connor was alone. Cilis didn't know all the ways and whys of women, or those close enough, and he could not fix everything, nor be there all the time. These were things the serval would have to learn, and so far there was no spark there that it was needed. A shame really. But then, not every swan made it to adulthood. Such was the way of things.

 

[bodman54]

It took a bit since there were more approachable women in the club. But eventually, someone did approach Connor. He was a fox and had a sly grin on his face as he slid up next to the nervous serval. "I haven't seen you here before," he said, sipping on his drink as he eyed Connor up and down. Connor nervously looked down at his own drink before looking up to meet the guy's gaze.

"I uh. I haven't been here in a while," he said, noticing that his voice was a little higher than normal, helping sell the look he was currently sporting. "Do. Do you come here often?"

The fox's tail wrapped around Connor's leg as the man moved closer. "I come often enough. I saw that you've been standing here a while, throwing eyes at everyone who's walked past. You looking for some fun tonight?" Connor swallowed but nodded, letting the fox pull him along. Like the other night with Brandy he was more then content to let his partner take the lead.

No names were asked for or exchanged as the fox led him to the bathroom. They both knew why they were here and that was all either was looking for.

The lock of the bathroom clicked shut as the fox turned toward Connor, same grin on his face as his hands went to the zipper of his pants. "Well? What are you waiting for," he asked, pulling his cock out and swinging it around. Connor gulped, his heart hammering and cock straining in his pants as he dropped to his knees on the dirty floor and shuffled closer. The cock seemed to fill his vision and he found his mouth very dry as he opened his mouth and felt it sliding over his lips for the first time.

 

[Deante]

"Aww, kitty looks a little shy. It won't bite." He dragged it across Connor's face, the musky smell grinding into that new muzzle, leaving the scent clinging to the fur. He cupped the back of Connor's head, gripping the hair there, and bumped it against lips.

The fox was only patient enough to let his feline friend explore so long. Then he started to fuck Connor's face. Not down to the gag reflex--obviously if things were this tentative, that gag reflex would be virgin-delicate. While horny though, he was content to tease too, slowing down and coaxing. "Come on, suck on it. Show me you like it."

Then it devolved into more face fucking, and as the fox got closer to his climax, he got rougher, knocking on the back of Connor's throat. He slowed down and then pulled out, jerkin gas he came across Connor's face, unloading all of it. "There you go," he breathed.

And that was it. With little more than a squeeze on Connor's ass, the dude was gone.

Cilis lingered outside the bathroom, listening in on Connor's thoughts. He had no intent on visiting tonight, now only curious to see what his little swan was thinking.

 

[bodman54]

It was so much easier to let the fox have his way. Connor let himself stay still as the man used his mouth, grunting as he thrust in and out of the "woman's" mouth. It was a good thing that his shorts were good at hiding his erection. Because he was rock hard as he sucked his first, but not last, cock. All the work Cilis had been doing at night, the ideas he'd put into Connor's head were starting to come to fruition right in that very moment.

He continued to look up at the fox, watching as the man's face twisted up in pleasure as he built toward his orgasm. When the man slowed down and coaxed Connor, the serval did his best to try, moving his head slowly back and forth on the cock, testing out what it was like. It wasn't as bad as he'd always feared it was. It was actually kinda hot. But for the most part the fox was content to take control, his balls swinging back and forth as he used Connor's mouth for his own pleasure.

The fox's orgasm came quickly and Connor wasn't prepared, eyes slamming shut as ropes of hot cum landed on his face. He stayed down on his knees as the fox left, trying to sort out how he was feeling. He realized that he felt. Good. Better than he usually did after sex. More fulfilled. Standing up he washed his face, cleaning the cum out of his fur as best he could. Then he was stuck with a choice. Try again or go home for the night.

He chose the latter option, not brave enough to try to pick up another guy again in one night. But he knew that this wouldn't be the last time.

 

[Deante]

Conner didn't have a visitor that night, but the next night, the fae returned. With how well things had gone, it was finally time to strip away the illusions and the tinkering in Connor's head. So far he'd been going forwards, but now needed to cope with what he was, to sink or swim with himself.

Now all the blinders and detours of thought were peeled away. Except a single safeguard, one to prevent panic and despair on such a level that Connor might throw himself out a window.

With thoughts uncluttered, Cilis did not return for three nights. He had other birds to mind.