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Seeing Things From A New Perspective

By SqueekyKitty

The panther squeaked softly as he walked down the hallway to the party, his new suit was shined to perfection and he was feeling confident he'd turn a few heads with the glossy blackness that only complimented his own fur. Knocking on the door his tail flickers back and forth betraying his internal thoughts as he contemplates what he's planning to get up to when the door is yanked opened by his friend, a lion who was also decked out in his own skin tight catsuit.

"Good to see you!" shouts the lion before going in for a hug, drawing him into the room in the process and closing the door behind them as the two suits squeak together. Glancing over the lions shoulder he surveys the room, spotting several other folks he knew, some in rubber and some in spandex, but everyone decked out in one way or another, "Looks like everything is in full swing then" he says to the lion before they turn and head further in. "Yeahs, it's been pretty intense so far, Simon there", nodding towards the bed where a horse is strapped down, huge erect shaft being attended to by a small army of folks, "has lasted quite a while, we've been taking bets on when he'll blow. I'm just glad I plumped for the suite with so many folks here." Chuckling the panther looks around again, "Do you have the sling set up then? You know I've always wanted to try one of those." "Yeah, yeahs. It's over here" said the lion as he drags the panther through crowd to the setup in the corner of the bedroom.

"Here we are, there's just one thing you're going to be required to put on first, makes things all the more interesting when it's on" says his friend as he hands the panther a hood to go with the suit he's wearing. "A requirement huh?" he says as he looks over the hood, it's pretty standard blackout hood, with a removable blindfold and it's had a muzzle grafted on to it so he can't open his mouth. "Yep, now put it on and stand still as we get you into this thing." came the reply. Slipping it on the panther can see nothing but blackness, the sounds of the party are muffled as he feels the lion guide him as he lifts the panthers arms and begins to attach them to the sling next to his head, before affixing a spread bar for him to rest his head on and keep his arms apart. Getting some help, his legs are then lifted into position before another spreader bar is attached to keep his legs apart. His tail is then tugged into place up along his back and affixed to his left wrist, exposing him for all to see. Left to dangle he tries to make out what's happening as the muted drone of the party goes on in front of him and then his ears twitch as a large roar as what he assumes must be Simon finally on the loosing end of the attention he was getting.

As the minutes pass the panther finds he's kind of enjoying just hanging there and not really doing much, listening to the mumble of sounds as the party goes on around him. Letting the almost soothing noises wash over him he feels a paw suddenly stroke over his chest, causing him to twitch slightly in surprise, the chains holding him up jingle gently. Wondering who it is he can sense them leaning over him and all he can make out is a muffled "Good kitty, ready for service, all strung up there like that, we're going to have to make sure you have a chance to make good on that" as the paw slides down over his sheath, giving it a gentle squeeze while it's still encased in the latex of his suit. Moaning softly he tries to thrust up against the paw but it moves away too quickly, he can feel it slide further down until it reaches just under his tail an there is a brief moment when he can feel air on his fur as the two way zipper of his suit slides open and a finger press gently against his tailhole, squirming as he feels it probe and push.

Wondering who it is, he couldn't recognise the voice through this hood, the next thing he feels is the cold drip of some lube against his hole before the paws return to grip and hold hims steady as a long hard shaft is slid into his helpless rear entrance. Tensing up and arching against the invasion a "rrroowwrrr" escapes from his muzzle, it must be one of the cats as he can feel the barbs rub against his insides, the paws holding him steady now swinging him back and forth on the member. Returning the favour he begins to squeeze and massage the length inside him. It's not long before his playmate is panting and huffing before him, his own shaft now rock hard and straining for freedom against the latex of his suit.

Concentrating on his partner it took him a while to notice the changes taking place, it was getting harder and harder to move, it wasn't impossible but it needed great effort for him to simply just move his paws. He also found that while He could move with some effort, his body was always drawn back into the position he was shackled into on the sling. Then, before he could react further there was a grunt from his partner and he could feel the shaft twitch inside him as the seed shot from it and coated his insides pooling at the back of his tube. "Wait, tube?" he thought, "Why'd I say tube? I hope this guy is at least going to let me see him before it's all over" and opened his mouth to ask for the blindfold to be taken off, but all that came from his open muzzle was a loud *squeak!*. "Wait, that shouldn't be possible either, I was muzzled, how can I open my mouth and why can't I speak?" he thought to himself. Mind filling with questions he could feel a paw reaching over and undoing the poppers on his blindfold to reveal his lion friend standing in front of him grinning, everyone else crowded behind him watching the two intently, they'd obviously been putting on a show.

"Well, time to get you down from there, I think you've served well so far but the night is still young and as you can see there's a whole room full of eager folks who want to have a go with the new room toy." says his friend as the lion begins to unbuckle the cuffs holding him up. He's unceremoniously dropped to the floor as his arm cuffs are undone, bouncing slightly before coming to rest on his side. The lion reaching down he can feel his body compress and squash as he's lifted as though he's nothing and righted so his chin is now resting on the floor, paws either side, facing the crowd. "Alright, who bids $50 for sloppy seconds on the new toy? All proceeds go to a good charity, me!" says the lion behind him, trying to protest against this he lets another squeak escape before he feels a pat on his rump, "Don't be so eager toy, there's plenty of time left tonight."

Bidding is swift and he eventually goes for $200 to a rather nice looking husky guy who hands over the cash and picks gim up, tossing him on the bed. Facing the mirror now he can see his current form in all its glory, a shiny black panther in a hunkered down form, his rump in the air, tail bent over his back and fused to his wrist. His eyes appear to be painted on and the metal studs for the blindfold glint as he watches the husky climb onto the bed behind him, wasting no time in thrusting forward, his already well lubed hole providing little to no resistance. Shocked slightly as he feels the huskies tip press and stretch the tube that's now forms his internals his muzzle opens and he lets out another squeak, giving him view of his new mouth. It looks like his muzzle is still solid at least but his teeth are now small white nubs and his tongue is non existent, in it's place is a pink trough, tapering away to the back of his throat, closing his muzzle again he notices his lips form a slightly puffed opening at the front, the seam for the rest of his mouth is almost unnoticeable. It's not long before the husky is done with him, the knot giving him a slight pause before the husky pushes hard against his back, compressing his torso and causing is skin to stretch and puff out as it slides home and he can feel the huskies own seed mingle and mix with his fiends as it pools at the end of his tube. A low squeak escaping him as the knot is pulled free with a pop and a cheer from the crowd.

The rest of his night was spent like this, being bid on by the party guests and then quickly used before being tossed aside for the next person. His muzzle proved just as popular as his rear, apparently acting like a kind of flesh light when held closed, no one cleaned him out after use so his rear and face were alternatively slick with juices and crusted from drying seed. He couldn't say he didn't enjoy it, his new form seemed to be geared to be extra sensitive in places and there's no way he'd have been able to take some of these people without being as stretchy as he was now but he was starting to wonder if he'd ever get his own body back again and what would happen to him if that was the case.

His friend closed the door behind the last of his guests, barring the panther and turned and picked him up, "Lets get you washed off and back to normal, you can thank me later". Dumping him gently in the tub his friend explains, "You see, I found out the hood I had you put on had some odd properties during one of my own play sessions about a month ago. I had been blindfolded and when my play partner entered me from behind I was suddenly locked on all fours as an inflatable lion toy for about 12 hours before I was able to move again, panicked both me and my play partner as you can imagine. Not that he wasted much time on that before deciding he'd make use of my situation before looking for a way to sort things, said it was best to make the best of a bad situation." The thrum of the water on his inflated body drowning out some of the explanation but allowing him to get the gist of everything. Continuing the explanation he says "You'll probably be a bit stiff and sore from being stuck in the one position all night but I figured you being the experimental kind really wouldn't mind the surprise so I went ahead and activated it while you were in the sling." he continues as the panther feels him reach round and soap him out before rinsing him off under the shower and returning him to the bed.

The sun is reaching its high point as the panther stretches again, he's sure he's going to be *really* stiff for the next few days as he flexes his arms, legs and tail trying to shake the pins and needles out. Getting off the bed but still in his catsuit he pads through to the small living room adjacent to the bedroom, spotting his friend sitting on the sofa. "Hey!" he calls out, the lion turning on haring his voice, "Hey, good to see you're up and about at last. Any residual effects or are you back to the land of the living?" "Nope, nothing just a few pins and needles that need to be shaken off but I think everything's working as it did before" he replies as he flops next to the lion. "Good, as I said it should be temporary and you're welcome to try it out again if you want to" the lion says with a grin on his face, "I'm sure I can help you out with things". Smirking at the thought, he replies with "Might just have to try it on you for revenge one night, you'll have to sleep with one eye open" and grins before leaning over and kissing the lion, snuggling up close, the lion wrapping his arms around him. "Thank you though, it was fun." he says closing his eyes and resting against the lions chest, stroking his mane.