Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)
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				Title: <strong>Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 15:59:49</strong>
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				Belle hadn't intended to do anything other then drink with her friends that night, but the second she layed eyes on him, she knew she must have him. She sat among her small gathering of female friends, sipping her Mudslide and watching the young man at the bar, making no attempt to hide that seductive, almost hungrey leer from them.<br><br>"Ohhh, I think Belle found another victim" she took another sip of her Mudslide. "I guess I have, hehe" her skin was tan, a light brown, tall and perfectly shaped in that hourglass fashion. Two grey ears twitched from her mop of white hair, peering down her glasses at him and purring like a panther. <br><br>Her fishnet tank top was complimented by an even smaller white tank top, which left the black netting showing. Her lower attire was also no better at leaving much to ones imagination. A short skirt that seemed to be made from black grunge pants.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 10:59:35</strong>
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				Mikko sat at the bar with his grandpa's drink, a Whiskey Sour, a couple empty glasses sitting in front of him.&nbsp; He's got a gloomy expression clouding his face, which is a bit blushed from the alcohol, and his eyes are nearly concealed under a fluffy mop of his dark red hair, like a bright chestnut, which pokes out in unruly tufts and wisps.&nbsp; His fuzzy brown ears droop atop his head, lying flat on his messy hair, clearly displaying his somber mood.<br><br>He wears a long sleeved brown shirt, and a green vest on top of it, the buttons hanging open down his front.&nbsp; Shapely brown jeans adorn his legs, the denim wraps his thighs enough to show the slim form, but without being tight, they look almost like girl's jeans...or maybe just a couple sizes too small for the cat slight cat boy.<br><br>His gloomy eyes roam around the dim bar, looking at all the laughing groups of friends and attractive girls.&nbsp; He huffs a little sigh, and his tail hangs limp down his stool.&nbsp; He wasn't having a good....few months, and came out today to maybe have some fun or meet some new people, but ended up letting his shyness keep him lonely, and having one too many drinks in an effort to 'loosen up'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 11:05:29</strong>
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				He would feel an almost butterfly soft strokingacross his cheek as she sat next to him, ordering another Mudslide. "Why so down, pretty?" she smiled warmly at him and propped her chin up in her hand, tail lashing from side to side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 11:11:12</strong>
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				He looks over at her, almost startled by the sudden appearance of someone next to him, his pouty lips open in a brief shock.&nbsp; "Oh?&nbsp; Just...a bad day, is all."<br><br>She was pretty, and a cat girl, too.&nbsp; He didn't see many like him around, at least not since he's been in this city.&nbsp; He smiles weakly and nods at her, turning his gaze back downward to stare into his glass, positive that the girl was just being friendly while she waited for her drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 11:29:42</strong>
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				"You look like you gotta lot on your mind" she tossed her hair back over her shoulder seductively and slipped a small pink pill into her Mudslide as covertly as she could. "Here. My treat. Does wonders with a sour mood and doesn't give you much of a hangover" she pushed the enticing chocolately, milk based liquor his way. The way she looked at him would make any hetero man weak at the knees. Men were so easy to manipulate she thought, hoping he would take the drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 11:37:48</strong>
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				He couldn't possibly have noticed her slipping the pill in his addled state.&nbsp; He quirks an eyebrow at her, looking at her with his big brown eyes, then down to her offered drink, and back to his own almost empty glass.<br><br>His chocolaty gaze moves slowly back to her, and his lips curl into a bit of a smile when he realizes the way she's looking at him, though it takes a second because his observational skills are rather compromised at the moment.&nbsp; "Thank you....who are you?" he asks in a near slur.&nbsp; 'I mean..." he closes his eyes and shakes his head, tossing the unruly locks of brown-red hair about.&nbsp; "I mean what's you're name?&nbsp; I'm Mikko...err...Makoto...but, Mikko is...." he blushes and shuts up, taking a sip of the drink to hide his embarrassed face from hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 12:23:22</strong>
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				"Awww, can't even remember your name dearling? I think somone may be needing to find a bed soon" her tail snaked over and coiled with his, purring softly as she waited for him to get sleepy from the drug. "I'm Belle. Hopefully, you'll get to know more then my name..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 13:23:41</strong>
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				"I mean..." he feels a little dizzy for a moment, shaking his head vigourously to wake himself up.&nbsp; "I mean my name is Makoto....Mikko's my....my...."&nbsp; He yawns heavily, stretching his mouth wide and curling his tongue up between his tiny little lower fangs.&nbsp; "Nickname." he finishes.<br><br>Her tail on his own barely goes noticed, and when it finally does, another wave of fatigue shoots through him.&nbsp; "Belle?&nbsp; Nice to....to meet you."&nbsp; The subtleties of her words go totally unheeded, and he takes another sip of his new drink, trying to wake himself slightly with the taste of the alcoholic confection.<br><br>"I thin yor righ....righT..." he barely manages to stutter.&nbsp; "Gonna call a ta...zee...."&nbsp; Fumbling sloppily, he pulls his cell phone from a pocket, placing it extraordinarily close to his eyes and scrunching his face to focus on the screen, trying to scroll through his phonebook to find the number of a cab service he had saved.&nbsp; He misses by one, and ends up calling Carol, a co worker from his hometown that he used to carpool with, and hasn't removed the listing.&nbsp; Twisting his lips in a frustrated sigh, he hangs up before it starts ringing and begins trying again.<br><br>"Sorry I cantall, Belleee.....I..." Shaking his head again.&nbsp; "Too many drunks."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 13:35:12</strong>
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				She leered and watched as he started to fall under the effects, patiently waiting for her prey to succumb to the secondary effects. He wouldn't be able to resist her voice... oh yes, he would be like puddy in her hand, she mused.<br><br>"Mmm... maybe little Mikko would like me to drive him? Hmmm?" she gave him a gentle scratch behind his ear, no doubt helping to weaken his resolve. "Come on prescious, my car is outside"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 13:41:35</strong>
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				Even as he starts to zombify, struggling to stay awake, he melts further under her touch behind his ears.&nbsp; "Thangoo..." he almost drools and pulls himself up with effort, his tail waving in an effort to balance himself as he pitches forward in an unsteady step.<br><br>Feeling....<em>totally</em> relaxed right now, because of all the alcohol, and because he's practically already dreaming from the sleeping pill, he unabashedly looks over the beatiful Belle, staring hard at her nice, round ass and curvy chest underneath the attractive punky clothing.&nbsp; Half needing the support, and half just feeling ballsy enough to cop a cheap feel, he stumbles into her, and grabs her hard around the waist.&nbsp; "Sorry..." he blushes deeply, apologizing for both of his motives, though smiling dumbly in a drunken stupor.&nbsp; "Youv air ee pri TEE.....pretteee!" he says way too loudly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 13:49:12</strong>
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				She giggles and payed no mind to his eager hands. "You're drunk little one. Just relax... I'll have you sound asleep very soon" her voice was full of sugary sweet promise as she helped him into her hot pink SUV. She lay him down in the back seat, not asking where he lived as she climbed in herself and started the ignition. Hopefully, he wouldn't notice... she had no intention of taking him to his own home. Besides, he would be asleep before they made it out of the street.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 13:57:52</strong>
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				And he was.&nbsp; The potent drugs knock him out nearly instantly after he manages to crawl into the high back seat of SUV, falling over and lying along the seat on his side, he curls his legs up underneath him and his tail flops onto his side, wrapping his tummy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 16:03:14</strong>
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				When he would finally wake up, it would late the next day. He would find himself in her lavish, large apartment, overlooking the sea in the rich Miami-style part of town. The couch had been unfolded unto a guest bed, taking up the center of the lounge room. He was curled up under tiger striped, warm blankets, clean and in new cloths, a pair of silk boxers and a simple white shirt, though he had no memory of ever bathing or changing.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 16:18:01</strong>
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				Mikko looks around sleepily for a second, before shooting straight up out from under the covers, frantically taking in his surroundings with wide brown eyes.<br><br>"Where am I?" he calls out.&nbsp; "Is anyone there?"<br><br>He tries hard to remember where he is...or what day it is.&nbsp; Last he knew he went out to have a drink....and....he thinks he called a taxi to go home.&nbsp; It's hard to tell, he was really drunk.&nbsp; Certainly he didn't go home with a girl!&nbsp; He would have remembered that.....yet, here he was, in some strange house.<br><br>He gets out of the couch and looks down at the unfamiliar clothes, then queitly prowls about, looking for another occupant.&nbsp; "Hello?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 12:43:40</strong>
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				"Good morning my drunken little pet" she came from the kitchen with a tray of what looked like little sweet biscuits cut into fish shapes. She was wearing an apron over her simple clothing and over mits, so she had obviously been baking when he had woken. "Sleep well?" she smiled and looked him over a few times. She had checked an hour ago, and the pill had worked perfectly. She couldn't wait for him to find out...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 23:51:04</strong>
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				"Drunken pet?" he rolls the words around on his tongue, struggling to recall the events that may have led up to his predicament.<br><br>"I came home with you?" he asks the girl in the apron.&nbsp; "You are....you're...." he hmms and sighs, then looks up sharply as he remembers.&nbsp; "Belle!&nbsp; Sorry...I can't really...remember...Umm..." he blushes deeply, and starts to idly play with his fingers.&nbsp; "What...happened here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 17:23:08</strong>
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				She crepted around him, gently stroking his cheek as she slipped one arm down over his shoulder to hug him back into her. "We didn't do anything hon... not even the shower I gave you would wake you up. Here" she took one of the small fish shaped cookies and moved it towards his mouth. "Open up my pet"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 17:49:38</strong>
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				His eyes widen in surprise and embarrassment.&nbsp; "You gave me a shower?&nbsp; What happened?&nbsp; Was I so drunk I threw up on myself or something....that doesn't seem like me....but I really can't remember."<br><br>He takes a cookie and pops it into his mouth, ignoring her calling him a 'pet' as just her being friendly and playful.&nbsp; "Well, thank you, then, for taking care of me.&nbsp; Could you tell me what actually happened, though?&nbsp; I'm sort of confused..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 18:10:46</strong>
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				She chuckled and fed him another one, this one by hand. He would be... easy to manipulate. The sound of her voice would make him weak and obedient. She just loved this drug. "I just wanted you to sleep in something more comfortable. So I go those clothes off of you and cleaned you up and put you to bed. You looked so peaceful... such a pretty little girl" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 18:29:09</strong>
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				"That...erm...." he blushes as he accepts the next cookie from her hand into his mouth.&nbsp; "That seems a little silly, but....thank you for the consideration, I guess.&nbsp; I could have slept in my jeans, I was passed out, after all."<br><br>"Wait..." he looks up at her and cocks an eyebrow.&nbsp; "You think I look like a girl?&nbsp; I mean...I'm not buff, but..why do you say that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 18:43:58</strong>
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				"Oh, but you are a girl my pet" she gave his sensitive eartip a gentle nipple, scratching his tummy with her nails. "A pretty little girl too, teehee!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 19:07:44</strong>
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				"Uhh..." his body quavers under her bites and touches, causing his breath to come a little faster, and the words to choke up in his mouth as his tummy start churning oddly.&nbsp; "Okay, if you say so." he smiles awkwardly and looks at the aggressive young lady.&nbsp; <br><br>He just couldn't find it in himself to correct her, right now.&nbsp; Besides, it seemed like she was just joking around, and with him!&nbsp; Did she...like him, or something?&nbsp; He stood rigidly for a bit as she touched him, shivering under her lightly scratching fingernails.<br><br>"Belle?&nbsp; I hope you don't mind, but...do you like me?&nbsp; I don't really...well...I don't play around like this, very much.&nbsp; No one's ever nibbled my ears."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>08-06-2008, 07:24:13</strong>
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				She nibbled a little trail across his temple and put her hand up his shirt to feel his flat chest. "Of course I like you little one. You were too sleepy last night, but now, I have you all to myself" she pressed up into, a hard bulg in her pants throbbing slowly against his behind. She lifted another fishy cookie for him. "Beg pet"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 09:52:18</strong>
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				Mikko easily melts in her hands and lips, his heart flutters faster, pumping warm blood through him with pleasant tingles.&nbsp; His chocolate saucers follow the fishy treat as she lifts it up above his face in a delicate hand, then suddenly widen in surprise at the poke on his backside.&nbsp; Yelping, the boy (as far as he is aware) leaps away, his spine stiffening and his kitty ears standing up, alert.<br><br>Spinning around, the flustered boy looks at the pretty Belle, mouth wrinkled in a strange frown, confused and a little hurt for the deception, but no clear disgust crosses his smooth features.&nbsp; "You....You're a dude?" he gasps loudly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 11:58:50</strong>
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				She giggled at his reaction, taking a gentle step and trapping him at the wall, toying with his hair and purring seductively. "No I'm not. Just a... temporary enhancement. Besides, this wouldn't work unless one of us had one, now wouldn't it?" she giggled mischievously, trying to milk this for all it was work. She just wanted to cup his crotch and show him, but she didn't want to waste it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 12:31:40</strong>
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				"Temporary..." his mouth opens in a little ring as he rolls the word around curiously.&nbsp; He's terribly flustered, and not quite at his rational best.&nbsp; Her cryptic words go rather unnoticed.&nbsp; "What are you talking about!&nbsp; You're acting weird..."&nbsp; He presses himself against the wall as taller girl presses into him with her beautiful purring voice.&nbsp; <br><br>At once he is nervous and excited, not necessarily aroused, but filled with adrenaline, like a mouse caught between her paws.&nbsp; His eyes dart down to look at her apron where the bulge would be.&nbsp; He tries to sound confident and forceful, but something about her is making him calm and weak in the knees.&nbsp; So, in a quivering voice, he says, "Are you a transsexual?&nbsp; It's okay...I'm just, not into that, you understand, right?"<br><br>Even though she had him pinned against the wall, and had sort of deceived him, he didn't want to hurt her feelings.&nbsp; A stray thought occurs to him as he thinks about her mysterious loins, and that was that he wasn't hard at all.&nbsp; He dismisses the thought, why would he get aroused when this....strange girl and her huge dick had him captured in a corner?&nbsp; He wasn't like that, he told himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 13:08:59</strong>
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				She softly kissed him, so gentle and tender, her long tail wrapping around both their waists, bounding him to her. "Its wonderful what they can do with drugs these days... a little pill in my drink and I've got a cock for the night" she grinned wickedly, the hint driving home as she emphasized 'pill in my drink'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 13:18:20</strong>
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				A foreign discomfort blooms on him, an awkward warmth low in his belly and a tingling under his groin when she kisses him.&nbsp; His heart pounds harder and pumps blood into all the right places, telling his body something his mind doesn't understand, yet.<br><br>"That's crazy!" he gasps the words, intending to shout them in surprise, but only managing to barely squeak up above his tightening breath.&nbsp; "You can't just grow a....." his eyes widen and he stops breathing, for a moment, his gaze snap up to look her in the eyes.&nbsp; "Did you drug me to sleep?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 13:47:48</strong>
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				She smiled and stroked her finger under his chin, fixing those round, intoxicating eyes on his, knowing that the drug was making him weak for her. "Bingo. The second I saw you, I knew I wanted you, 'Miss Mikko'"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 14:05:13</strong>
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				He flushes deep red with that, and somehow manages to keep his brow furrowed in anger, staring at her eyes.&nbsp; As sweet and nice and pretty as she was, she drugged him!<br><br>"Why did you do that to me!" his voice loses a bit of it's wavering quality and is almost a proper and upset tone, if a little quiet.&nbsp; "You were being nice...I would have come home with you if you asked!"&nbsp; He starts shaking a little bit, clenching his fists at his sides, and straightens his legs, to stand up from leaning against the wall.<br><br>"And I'm not a girl!&nbsp; You should know, if you gave me a shower!"&nbsp; Something doesn't feel quite right, sort of uncomfortable.&nbsp; A hand uncurls from it's tight fist and moves to his crotch.&nbsp; Where he expected to just give a slight nudge and adjust himself to sit more comfortable in the boxers, he finds......nothing.<br><br>Suddenly a look of panic crosses his face, and his gaze darts down, fluffy brown hair tossing after him to hang over his eyes as his face tilts.&nbsp; He pokes around some more, more firmly, feeling some strange stretches of skin flowering out from his groin.&nbsp; The touches feel awkward....uncommonly good, giving him little goosebumps on his tummy and pricking up the hair on his neck.<br><br>Mikko looks back up at Belle, his ears flattened down on top of his head, with wet eyes and a shivering lip.&nbsp; "You...you made me a girl." he hoarsely whispers, as a couple of tears begin to fall down his round cheeks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 14:13:17</strong>
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				"Because I wanted to my pretty" she firmly kept him pinned, not wanting her prey to become troublesome. She would make him her pet, and she would punish him if he disobeyed. "Don't fret..." she whiped his eyes dry with a hankerchief she pulled from her pocket, wanting to be kind to him for now. "Its not permenant. Aren't you the least bit curious?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 14:20:22</strong>
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				"I'm...."&nbsp; Something about her was soothing, made him calm down a little.&nbsp; The way she was so nice, even though she had effectively kidnapped and.....was there a word for doing this against his will?&nbsp; She...<em>transformed</em> him.&nbsp; His brain didn't want to be tricked so easily though, and he had to work hard to keep his wits about him, even though he just wanted to cry and let her help him out of this mess.<br><br>"I am curious." he whimpers.&nbsp; "But...but it's scary!&nbsp; How could you...." he takes a deep breath.&nbsp; "How could you DO this to me?&nbsp; It's impossible!&nbsp; It's....it's <em>mean</em>!"&nbsp; Mikko fills his lungs with another couple of deep, calming breaths as he tries to place his thoughts into words.&nbsp; "Do you promise it will go away?&nbsp; I guess that's okay...but I hope you don't plan on.....on taking advantage of me!&nbsp; Anymore, I mean."&nbsp; His big orbs take in the girls face, her predatory feline smile, the way her ears stood up, so sharp and alert....how she was just a bit taller than him, had him pinned to the wall.&nbsp; "Please don't hurt me, Belle..." he whimpers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 14:41:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She placed a very gentle kiss between his eyes, holding him close and soothing him. "I promise little one" she purred and picked another of the cookies she stashed in her pocket. "Beg sweet heart" she smiled and waved it for him. She wanted him to obey and accept it. She wanted him to like this... she wouldn't be mean now that she had promised.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 16:42:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes cross, looking at her soft lips come in toward him and touch down on his forehead.&nbsp; His breathing slows a little as she promises not to hurt him, and he tries to relax, thinking <em>It's just temporary...</em><br><br>A little frown crosses his face, lips twisting into a disappointed scowl.&nbsp; "I don't want to beg.&nbsp; You've had enough fun at my expense.&nbsp; Can we just please sit this out and you treat me like a real person?"<br><br>A stray thought crosses his mind, he wonders what her new dick looked like....or maybe what it felt like....or what <em>his</em> new....&nbsp; He shook his head harshly, flapping strands of thick brown hair around.&nbsp; He wasn't like that!&nbsp; He didn't want to....want to <em>experience</em> a penis....<br><br>Still, the imagery clung to him, and he blushes, turning his face downward again to concentrate very intently on her cute feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 16:56:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you won't beg for a treat, then you won't be up to what I have planned" she let him go and calmly walked away from him, humming as she set a small pill on the counter and a pre-paid taxi fare card. "The antidote is there Mikko. You may leave when you wish. But... if you change your mind..." she gave him a sly wink and let him see how she slinked up the stairs to her room. "I'll be waiting"<br><br>She knew she had snared him now... she would have him. He would submit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 17:13:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks up at her climbing the stares so....so <em>well</em>.&nbsp; She makes it look beautiful, and graceful, and....and sexy.&nbsp; He hmphs at the though, and looks at the antidote sitting on the counter, taking a couple steps to pick it up between his thumb and finger, looking at it, and then looking back at the staircase.<br><br>He looks back at the pill, and the taxi card, then back at the stairs...then down to the fresh tray of sweet cookies that she made for him.&nbsp; His mind buzzes with strange thoughts and exciting possibilities...mixed with a sense of shame and nervousness.<br><br>He wouldn't get this chance again.&nbsp; Did he really want to go his whole life without knowing what this might have been like?&nbsp; Was he mad enough at her to pass this up....to punish <em>himself</em>?&nbsp; Was she being cruel....or just....weird?<br><br>He looked at the cookies again, smelling them in the air, and remembers her words to him....all kind and sweet, and she said she liked him.....<br><br>Maybe he should try it out.&nbsp; He'd regret it if he didn't.&nbsp; He puts down the pill and slowly starts walking up the stairs, his imaginations swarming with images of cocks around him.....and he blushes deeply to himself, wondering why that thought was so.....so arousing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 05:36:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he entered her bedroom, he would find it vacant. It was large, the floor carpeted in tiger patterns, and a massive heart shaped bed, blanketed in red, with lights set up on the roof to shine a warm glow down. The shelves and such were all full of what you'd expect, pictures, lamps, books, and also an orange lava lamp. There was also a very big LCD tv, with rows upon rows of DVD's, and a section that was set up specifically for erotic DVDs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 06:14:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looks around, wondering where she went.&nbsp; Maybe she went into the bathroom to 'freshen up' or whatever the cliche was.<br><br>This room was quite impressive.&nbsp; Even intimidating, with the overt sexual lighting and decorations and the almost tacky valentine bed.&nbsp; This girl had money.&nbsp; Did she <em>make</em> those crazy drugs?<br><br>He wanders over curiously to the DVDs, to get more of an idea of her personality and interest by seeing what sort of movies she was into, his inspection drawn immediately to the porno shelf.&nbsp; The collection and variety makes him blush as he runs his fingers over the titles.&nbsp; Gender bending must have been a big turn on for her, judging by the all the shemale and gay stuff, one cover picture of a boy covered in white goo, wearing runny mascara makes his knees quiver in embarrassment.&nbsp; What was most alarming to him was the more....intense stuff, the bondage and sadomasochism, the pictures on the cover with boys tied down and pinned to the floor under a leather boot, or with rows of exotic piercings and light bloody cuts in ornate patterns.<br><br>Something about it all entices him, and he plops down on her bed and waits for the strange cat girl to show up again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>12-06-2008, 05:49:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her arms gently wrapped around his waist from behind him, clad now in long, black leather gloves, which seemed to have a red sheen to them. He couldn't see the rest of her, but he would feel her breasts against the back of his neck, clad also in the same leather. "I'm glad you changed your mind"<br><br>She snuggled him close as she produced a black collar with a little bell, dangling it in front of him. "Will you accept this? Be my pet?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Belle and her little Pussy Boy (Sabbat and GrinningHound)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GrinningHound</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 21:52:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He leaps up with a shocked gasp as Belle grabs him from behind, where he thought was just an empty bed.&nbsp; "How did you get there?" he mutters, but realizes that he was certainly distracted enough not to notice her slipping in, and so he drops the issue.<br><br>Mikko eyes the collar with suspicion, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against his back, soft leathered flesh on his neck.&nbsp; With almost a sigh, he answers, "I guess so, if that's what you want.&nbsp; Only until the pill goes away, of course..."
			</dd>
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