Permanent (Commission for Neku)

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#49 of Commissions

Neku seems to have something in store for Corcho that he will enjoy a lot. Whether the unsuspecting cat can guess what it is or not is an entirely different question...

A story I wrote for Neku with art by Yeentonic! You can see the story below and the art in the following link (https://www.furaffinity.net/view/54008195/). Both art and story, are really hot imho...

Enjoy!


Corcho knew Neku was up to something the moment they arrived home.

The raccoon had been unnaturally quiet for most of the afternoon and had that impatient gleam in his eyes. Corcho had lived with his boyfriend for long enough to know that such unjustified silence could only be rooted in anticipation, but he didn't put the pieces of the puzzle together until he closed the entrance door at their back.

"You've got something in your mind," he noted, trying to elicit an answer.

Neku chuckled nervously and stroke the back of his head.

"Yeah, I do. I'm surprised you didn't notice until now."

"Wanna tell me what it is?" the cat asked.

Neku shook his head.

"Why? You'll find out soon enough."

Corcho raised an eyebrow as he followed Neku to the living room. What was all the secrecy about? If this had happened a few weeks earlier, then he would have been able to at least guess a plausible explanation. However, as things were, he couldn't think of a single reason why the raccoon was acting so weird.

He walked to his boyfriend, who had opened a cabinet and was now searching for something. Perhaps a late anniversary gift? He'd had the feeling Neku had been planning something for a while.

"How mysterious," he joked with a grin.

"Still clueless?" the raccoon asked, raising an eyebrow. "You know, it wouldn't be such a mystery if you were paying close attention."

Corcho leaned closer and gazed over Neku's shoulder. He was unwrapping something - a small jar with tinted glass. He had a feeling he'd seen one of those before in a shop.

"No way," he murmured once he realized what it was. His cheeks turned slightly red. "Is that what I think it is?"

Neku chuckled as he finished removing the thin plastic wrap covering the jar. Corcho caught a minty, sweet smell that tingled in his nostrils and giggled nervously.

"Is that catnip?" he asked with a bit of a shrill voice.

"Not much of a discovery," Neku noted, "if you just realized what it is now that the mystery is, well... uncovered."

"Shut up. It is catnip, isn't it?"

He could smell it, even though the lid of the jar remained in its place. Neku had bought catnip only once in the past, but Corcho still remembered its pervasive scent from the last time they'd toyed with it. His mind had felt fuzzy for hours after that - and when the effect had finally worn off, he'd been slightly disappointed, wishing it'd last for longer.

The cat had been hoping that Neku would bring more catnip for a second round, of course, but he hadn't said a word. Instead, he'd hinted at the idea in hopes of his boyfriend catching his drift. He was pleased to see that it looked like there had been no need to phrase it explicitly. What was complicity for if not for that, anyway?

"I must say I'm surprised," Corcho admitted, his cheeks still warm with embarrassment. "I didn't know you were in this kind of mood today."

Neku turned to him and grinned broadly.

"Who says I am?"

"W-well... I thought, since you were holding the jar in your hands, that you wanted to... you know... use it now?" Corcho murmured, a pleading expression on his face.

Neku seemed to find that funny for some reason, and the cat could have sworn he was trying hard not to laugh, but instead the raccoon stared back at him in silence. Trying to push the situation forward just a bit, Corcho stepped closer and gave him his best begging gaze.

"Please? I know you'd enjoy it as well..."

"I don't think you'll know much once we start using this," Neku argued, "but okay. You're right - we'll use it. That's why I'm holding the jar in my hands."

"Ooh! Unexpected," the cat teased.

Neku snorted.

"Enjoy your last clever words," the raccoon advised him. "You remember how lost you got in it last time, right?"

Corcho remembered. Still, he shook his head and tried to hide his growing blush, making an effort to play it cool before the inevitable outcome came crashing on him.

"Nuh-uh."

"Well. I'm pretty sure this time it will hit you even harder."

Neku clasped his hand around the lid and opened the jar without too much effort. Corcho opened his mouth to say something else, but the sudden scent burst caught him completely off-guard. He must have done a funny face, because Neku chuckled again.

"Ah... it does feel... more intense than last time," the cat managed to say, his head slightly fuzzy, eyelids dropping a bit.

"You think? Better make sure you're right, hm?"

Before Corcho could complain or even understand what his boyfriend intended to do, Neku spilled some of the catnip on his hand and quickly brought it to the cat's muzzle.

"Hm-mff...?" was all he could say as the overwhelming aroma filled his lungs, Neku's hand gently brushing the catnip off on his face.

Corcho's knees trembled and he barely felt Neku's arm going around his waist, the raccoon gently pushing him towards the closest couch. He fell on it like a rag doll, mint-sweet haze swirling in his head.

"Judging by your expression," Neku said then, "I'd say it is quite more intense than last time. That's what the guy selling it said, at least, but I'm not the one affected by it. You look like you're pretty high now though."

"H-high?" Corcho repeated. The cat's words came out all slurred, probably due to his tongue feeling like a piece of cloth. His body was heavy, limp - sprawling on the couch as if it couldn't possibly move to a better position. "What do you meaaan? I'm... I'm perfectly fine..."

"Oh. Better fix that soon, then."

"W-wait, what?"

Smirking and visibly amused by his slow responses, Neku brought the jar close to the cat's muzzle. Corcho squirmed on his seat, heavy limbs trying to react properly, but it came too late.

The catnip hit him way harder this time, obliterating every single attempt to struggle. One of his eyes closed, then tried to open - but just as he managed to do that, his other eyelid shut and he let out a soft purr that began deep inside his chest and ended at the tip of his tongue. His fur felt tingly and extremely soft. If Corcho had been able to move his paws around, he'd probably tried stroking himself.

"So... good..." he droned, a goofy smile appearing on his face.

"I'm surprised you're still able to speak." Neku's voice reached his ears. It seemed to come from a bigger distance now. "You look pretty out of it."

"G... guuh..."

Corcho's glassy, half-lidded eyes followed Neku as he sat by his side, uninterrupted purrs flowing out of his slightly open mouth. The raccoon grabbed his head and easily made him lean on his chest. Corcho felt himself easily manipulated in his limp state and could only watch as his body rested on his boyfriend's. Still dazed by the strong effect of the catnip, even the raccoon's fur felt softer than ever now.

"Want to take another sniff?" Neku asked with a smirk.

"A... another..."

The cat didn't even register it this time. He simply found himself fading away from existence from a few minutes, not even aware that Neku had chuckled and brought the jar close to his muzzle again. The cat remained there, motionless, as his tongue gently lolled out of his mouth and his gaze grew vacant and distant.

He regained a precious speck of consciousness after a while, when he realized Neku had been talking for who knew how long.

"... look like such a good boy. I could have you like this all day and night. The problem being that the effect would wear off at some point. And you got so upset last time when the effect worn off. Can you even remember that?"

Corcho struggled with his own mind to remember. Yes, he did. He remembered regretting he'd only been out of it for a few hours, missing the trance-like feeling so bad that he'd desperately wanted to be put back in it again.

"You're so docile when you're like this," Neku continued, stroking his cheek and forcing another purr to escape his throat. "You don't ever want to leave this state, do you?"

Corcho tried to shake his head - the best way he thought he could give a negative response now that his body had mostly stopped responding. It worked to some extent.

"Well, it's your lucky day, kitten," Neku whispered in his ear, prompting a shiver to run down his spine. "I've got just what you need to remain like this forever. Docile and compliant, dazed and obedient. And you would like that very much, right?"

Corcho felt a louder purr coming out his throat that got mixed with a moan halfway. In his current state, tiny blades of catnip stuck on his muzzle, that was the closest to begging he could manage.

"Let's move to the guest room, then," the raccoon said. "Come on, walk with me. I know it's hard, but you want to be a good kitten and see the surprise I have in store for you, don't you?"

His legs felt weak as twigs and his body was shuddering like a flan, but Corcho managed to stand up on Neku's command, leaning heavily against the sturdier raccoon's body. They walked together towards the guest room, the cat's mind sluggishly trying to entertain the possibilities of the promised gift. As things were now, it wasn't swirling with ideas - and whenever one came passing through the hazy, mint-sweet flavored veil covering his thoughts, Corcho had to make an effort not to let it wander into oblivion.

After a long, tiring walk, they made it to the guest room. Neku turned the lights on and let his boyfriend's disoriented gaze move slowly through every corner. The only thing Corcho spotted that he recognized as out of the ordinary was a tank that now occupied one of the corners on the opposite end of the room.

The sudden idea that the tank could be entirely filled with catnip came to the cat's mind and made him squirm, but even in his current situation he understood that it had to be something else. The catnip had been kept in a small glass jar and this tank was solid metal, which meant the thing kept inside had to be something stronger than an ordinary herb. It was a big tank as well, almost the size of a single bed.

Neku left Corcho leaning on a wall and walked closer to the tank. He pushed a button on the side and smirked as the lid slid to one side, revealing the substance it contained to be jet black and smooth-looking.

_Goo...?_was all Corcho could think before his boyfriend came back to retrieve him and made him walk towards the tank. Upon closer inspection, he realized that he hadn't been wrong.

The tank was filled to the brim with dark liquid that shone as the lights from the room reflected on its perfectly even surface. Neku placed his paws on Corcho's shoulders as the cat stared into the black pool.

"I know you know what this is," the raccoon said. "I know you love those comics and videos of people falling victim to this stuff. And I know you've secretly wanted to try it on yourself for a long, long time. Even though it lasts for a bit longer than catnip..."

Corcho found himself nodding. His body felt warm and tingly just by looking into the pool of goo. It took him a few seconds to understand he had to be incredibly flustered, and that the warmth he felt was blood rushing to his cheeks... and other expected places.

"You remember how you wished for something permanent, right?" Neku whispered in his ear. "Well, your wish is my command. But only for the time being. I'm pretty sure the situation will be reversed... soon."

Corcho shuddered. He vaguely - it wasn't like he could do much better at the time being - considered the implications of that tank being there. Where had his boyfriend got all that goo? For how long had he kept it hidden? Was it... was it really safe to slide right into it? Neku wouldn't have brought it home if it wasn't, right?

"Do you want to go down into the pool, kitten?" the raccoon cooed.

Corcho wanted to. He wasn't sure if it was because of the catnip overdose or the sheer horniness that seemed to have installed on him when he wasn't completely aware, but there was nothing he wished more than to sink into the perfectly smooth black liquid in front of him. He let out a soft moan as a response.

"There's no turning back once it's done," Neku reminded him. "Once you go in there, you'll come out perfectly smooth - brain and body, programmed to do as you're told. A perfect drone covered in goo, made to follow commands. You still have time to refuse if you want."

No! Corcho didn't want to refuse.

Corcho wanted to sink. The cat wanted to be made into just that - a reflection of the pool right in front of him. He wanted to get lost in the endless black. Complete obedience, deep programming. That was all he wished for. And Neku must have known that, or otherwise he wouldn't have brought him so close to the tank, right?

He got ready to beg for it, but Neku must have read his dazed expression. Still holding him by his shoulders, he turned the cat to face him one last time, a wide grin on his face.

"Time to make up your mind is over, kitten. Now it's time to let it go."

He didn't even have to push him. As soon as he let go of his shoulders, Corcho slipped easily into the tank, gravity pulling from his heavy body with a powerful, undeniable grip. The cat had been expecting a splash or some kind of sound as his body hit the smooth black surface, but instead it simply... made contact.

The goo spread all over his back as he fell down, reaching for the sides of his body, and as he sank it began to close around his whole frame. He could feel it slipping between his toes, slowly crawling up his legs under his clothes and caressing his thighs and groin, reaching for his waist as it went up. Simultaneously, the goo poured down his shoulders, traversing his arms and finally enveloping every single finger in his paws.

The touch of the goo was warm, sticky and surprisingly heavy as it began to claim him and pull downwards. It tingled on his fur as it spread like black butter, covering his chest as it went up, up, up - poking his chin with its smooth, soft touch and then sliding like a snake towards his open mouth.

Corcho felt the goo getting inside of him, covering his mouth like a gag, filling his ears like dense, liquid cotton - the thick, heavy feeling enveloping him completely as it pulled harder from him, pushing him down, down down. The last thing he saw before his face was completely covered by the black substance was his boyfriend's smirk, a look of anticipation in his eyes.

And then, everything went dark.

Corcho felt himself sinking until his body stopped moving. There were no forces pulling from him - he wasn't going up or down, he was simply floating in the darkness. The goo crept deeper inside him, filling him with an even warmer, tinglier feeling. His body felt insanely hot for a few seconds as, unbeknownst to him, his clothes began to melt and dissolve in the goo.

And when the goo filled him completely, his head a new vessel for the substance, Corcho followed and...

... dissolved.

It faded into nothingness. It wasn't even floating anymore. It was merely there, resting. Waiting for instructions.

And the instructions came, shortly afterwards. It rose from its chamber, pulled upwards like a puppet from its strings. Its shape broke the smooth surface of the tank and stood up in it. It had been commanded to emerge from the tank but nothing else, so it did not move any further.

"Step out," Master commanded.

It did as it was told, its legs moving automatically and climbing out of the tank. It stood there, in the guest room, goo dripping from its body onto the floor.

"Look at yourself. You're so shiny and smooth now. Just like your brain, I'm assuming," came Master's words.

It did look at itself, as suggested. Its former body had been covered in goo, adjusting to every single inch of its previous physiognomy. Between its legs, a rounded bulge all smoothed out filled the gap of a past erection. It still retained the slightly distinct shape of a cat, although it was no longer cat.

It was drone.

"On your knees, now. There's still something we need to take care of."

It dropped to its knees. It could hear Master taking something out of his pocket, goo dripping from its body and forming a black puddle underneath its somewhat sprawled legs. It hadn't been commanded to look to whatever Master had pulled out, so its head didn't even twitch.

"Can you even speak? Are you still able to do that?"

"Drone is capable of speaking," came the automatic, monotone response.

It wasn't even aware of the words forming in its head, like it had the distant memory of previously being able to. Words were simply poured into its mouth before it could process what it was saying.

The only thing left in that head of its, if anything, was the still swirling effect of catnip altering every single thought process that would have been there if its head was filled by anything but goo. The contradiction would stay there forever, since its head had been locked like that - altered and hazy, lost in a cloud of catnip as well as lost in the firmer, more intense grip of the goo.

"I see. What is your purpose, drone?"

"Drone obeys. Drone serves. Drone submits."

"I like the sound of that. Now, do you recognize this, drone?"

Something was placed in front of its eyes. It dangled and shone under the lights. It recognized a collar that had been gifted to it before it faded. The leather was caramel brown and a shiny, golden tag on it simply said 'Corcho'.

"Drone recognizes," it mumbled.

"Do you understand what 'Corcho' means?"

It shook its head, clueless. Droplets of goo trickled down its ears as it did so.

"That's what I thought. Good drone."

The clasp made a metallic sound as the collar was tightly fastened around its neck. It would have probably liked the touch in the past, but it didn't feel the touch of the leather, or the cold bite of the clasp through the dense layer of goo covering its body.

Simply put, it didn't feel. Unless commanded.

"State your purpose again."

It felt the words coming to its lips.

"Drone obeys. Drone serves. Drone submits."

Master grabbed its collar and forced it to look upwards. It stared into Master's eyes and saw, reflected on his pupils, its own vacant gaze swirling with blue and black spirals. Blank, empty. There was nothing between its eyes and the back of its goo filled skull.

Just a dark, bottomless pit.

"I think you're going to be repeating those words for a long time, drone" Master claimed.

And unable to even think of doing anything else, it agreed.