Cute stories

FORCED TO BE A NEKO KITTEN (By: AmethystMare)

"Be a good kitten now and drink your milk."

The wolf-boi squirmed, though there was not much that he could do with his paws bound up near his collarbone, as if he was perpetually in a begging position. On his knees, his body ached to get up again, but she stood over him far too imperiously for him to push back against her all that hard. Morning sunshine glanced off his black and red fur, the red slice running down his front and accentuating the shape of his wolfish muzzle, but only those that were able to best take him in could see how the colours in his fur blended to pink right at the very tip of his tail.

The lioness, however, that he had gone home with... Well, she had different ideas for him. Dressed casually in a silk robe, the front almost open enough to reveal the entirety of her ample bosom, the tawny lion's short, blonde hair was styled in the manner of a business feline, though Savannah was off the clock at that time. All the better to play with her newest toy, her Neko girlie down on her knees. Though she was still being stubborn about drinking her milk..."

"Come on, sweetie," Savannah prompted, her eyes taking on a darker, harder edge that he would have been a fool to trifle with. "Be good now, how are you going to be a good girl for me if you don't drink up your milk? I have a treat for you, if you do..."

He groaned, shaking his head. What? Why would she want him to do that? It didn't make sense, not at all! He'd thought she was kinky, taller than him by a good foot and a half, though he had never thought that he was short before, not really... He squirmed, wanting to bring his paws down to cover his shaft, achingly throbbing within a metal chastity cage that showed how his flesh strained against the bars of it. It wasn't his thing, no, but...

He didn't want to think about that butt, brushing it off, growling softly. How could he have known that going home from a date at the club (not usually his scene, but he'd thought he'd have to give it a go sooner or later) could end up in such a way?

"No, this isn't fun anymore," he said, trying, once again, to get out of it. "I don't want to do this. And stop calling me a girl! I'm a wolf! I'm male!"

She laughed, pausing, taking a sip of her tea. There was no rush in the lioness.

"Don't be silly, cutie, you're a girl. A cute little Neko girl."

He whimpered. No, no... No, that was wrong, so wrong. But the lioness had already stood, a commanding air about her as if it was something that she never put down, not quite. It simply came naturally to her.

"Kitten. Drink your milk and I'll be good to you."

He resisted, but the wolf should have known that that would not be accepted.

"Good girls listen."

Her paw closed on the back of his neck, forcing him down with a squeal, nose pushing into the bowl of milk, messily slopping it over his face, marking his chin, dribbling down. It splashed onto the floor as he gasped, though she did not hold him down enough, of course for him to not be able to breathe, even if he could barely support his torso anyway. It was only her paw on his neck that kept him there, heaving and panting, tongue flickering out weakly to lap, though it was not something that he was all that much thinking about.

"What a good kitten you are!" She praised him vocally, loudly. "And now for your reward!"

He grunted, eyes wide, propped up only by his fingers pushing down, a weak balance at best with how his paws were lashed up near his collarbone, tied off to the collar around his neck. The milk had not been that bad, not really, but his whole body burned with warm, deeply seated humiliation, his cock aching.