Reversing Arousal
#140 of Patreon Reward Vignettes
Tenth vignette for Amuzi?i
It's tough to be hyper. Just the smallest things can lead to a feedback loop that results in a mess if you or your loved ones don't have contingency plans. But, Chase's boyfriend has found a spell to make all that unnecessary!
Contains: Hyper, Casual Nudity, Null Groin, References to Excessive Cum, Magic Use, Beanbag Chair Testes, a Platonic Sheef Massage and Null Arousal
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Chase was sprawled out on their back on their bed. At least, from the hips up. The rather slender cheetah's legs were propped up by their least slender attribute. Two testes, each the size of a yoga ball, strained at the cheetah's tawny scrotum. The associated member was thankfully sheathed. However, said sheath extended from its attachment below their navel to drape up onto their chest, the glans of their penis barely peeking from the fluff. This was the most comfortable way they knew how to lay down ever since their hypertrophia hit in college.
An argonian head peeked into the ajar doorway. "Hey Chase~"
The cheetah waved to their boyfriend with a tired arm motion. "Hi Meeks." It was too much effort to try to sit upright, between their wrecking balls and the pet golden retriever's worth of weight on their chest.
Meekesh stepped fully into the bedroom, his own body bare for quite the opposite reason to his partner's. The argonian was null, not even a genital slit amidst the scales of their groin. "I didn't want to tell you until I found something useful, but I've been looking into helping out with your problem... I found a spell for you."
Chase's brow furrowed inward. "Meeks, you know how I feel about transformation spells."
He held out his claws, shaking them palm-forward. "No no, it's not a transformation. It's a spell that changes sensations."
The cheetah tilted their head, not sure what their reptilian partner was getting at. "What do you mean by sensations?"
Meeks took a few more steps into the room towards his hyper paramour. "The spell turns all erogenous sensations into sensual pleasure instead."
Chase perked up. "You mean.... No arousal from stimulation?"
The argonian nodded eagerly, happy to see the interest in his partner's expression.
"How long does it last?" The cheetah started to work their elbows up under their shoulders to push off the bedding, the musculature in their shoulders visibly tensing to counteract the weight of their sheathed shaft.
Meeks fully arrived at the bed. "About eight hours. It's very easy to cast, though, so it shouldn't be draining to renew regularly." The argonian smiled broadly, "In fact, I could cast it right now!
Chase looked from their boyfriend's earnest smile to the bedroom around them. The walls were mostly bare and there were very few adornments. The cheetah had learned the hard way that having anything that wasn't easily cleaned up of heavy, viscous semen in the bedroom was a bad idea, even with magical methods of cleaning available. Just yesterday morning too much accidental stimulation had made them flood the room in their sleep.
"Yeah, I wanna try it." The cheetah smiled.
Meekesh walked to the foot of the bed and knelt in the small space between the edge of the mattress and his partner's mighty testes. He held out his hands just above the fluffy coating of the scrotum, closing his eyes and starting to intone ancient, sibilant words.
Chase gasped as the spell hit, a wave of warm, tingling pleasure rushing through their loins and out through the rest of their body. They flopped back onto the mattress, bracing for the churn of production from beneath their legs or the weight increase of an erection stirring. But it didn't happen. No swelling, no audible churning...
Meeks smiled down at his partner. "May I?" His hand was now hovering around the point where the sheath and scrotum joined.
It took the cheetah a moment to realize what their boyfriend was suggesting. Chase nodded tentatively.
The argonian pressed his palm into the soft, fluffy fur there, rubbing as if he was giving a massage.
And to Chase's surprise, they felt something rather akin to one. It was as if the kneading was on their shoulder or back muscles, not their massive erogenous zone. Pleasant certainly, but not erotic or arousing. "Wow..."
Meeks blushed beneath his scales, taking that as encouragement. The argonian brought his other hand forward, torso leaning into the cleft between the two pillowy testes as he started to properly grind and knead with deep tissue techniques, up the sheath gradually.
Chase groaned appreciatively at the feeling, closing their eyes and beginning to purr. Their hands started to grip and knead at the air just above their chest, on either side of the tip of their sheath.
The argonian bit their lip and held in a whimper of his own. Despite the purpose of this endeavor, he was still getting quite aroused by touching his partner's body like this. Meeks redirected the lustful urges to grope and stroke over his null groin into continuing the massage, thick reptilian tail swaying about just above the floor.