My Pet Mouse
#2 of Garnet's Pets
Boy, this took a long time to complete. I was having...a little too much fun writing it.
There were hundreds of great warriors that traveled the world, who for many reasons, vanished from the pages of history. One of the few exceptions to that rule was the Burmecian Dragon Knight known as Sir Fratley, referred to by some as "Iron-Tail". Apart from the near-constant downpour, Burmecia was primarily known for its regiment of Dragon Knights, so to stand out from them was already a great honor. Though his unexplained amnesia caused him to forget his love for Freya Crescent, he was more than willing to fall for her again.
Which is probably the only reason he was talked into this.
He knelt together with Zidane Tribal on the floor of the royal bedroom, both naked, and both with their hair down. Their hands were bound behind them with rope, and a few layers of cloth through their teeth and over their mouths silenced them, along with one extra cloth tied around Fratley's muzzle. The ones responsible gave them instructions not to move, and silently plotted together on the balcony to plan their next move.
Fratley, nervous as he was, complied with the order. He quizzically moved his attention to Zidane. His fellow prisoner bucked and moaned, but it was clear enough he did it only for show, and no struggling of that caliber would allow him to escape. He tried not to stare longer, but soon received an eyeful of Zidane's throbbing penis, aching for release. If Zidane knew Fratley was staring, he didn't indicate it.
He couldn't comprehend how one could become aroused by helplessness, but he felt a tingle in his own loins as he gazed at Zidane's body. Complicating matters was his wandering thoughts of how he himself must've appeared. He could already hear the sneers of passersby, even though there were none around. "Imagine, the great Sir Fratley, reduced to a sex object!"
In any other circumstances, he would've summoned the strength to make an example of whoever said that. But it was Freya who wanted him that way, and he allowed her to make it so. Thus, every thought of his situation only served to turn him on further, until he too was on the verge of bursting.
He desperately wanted to call to them as Zidane was, but he was still too self-conscious to hear himself speak in gag talk. He only hoped that their conversation would end soon, so Freya could come to his aid. Actually, he and Zidane had a sneaking suspicion that the girls were secretly making out. There was a lot of out-of-place giggling.
As if in answer to their thoughts, the girls emerged and stood before each other's pets. Garnet wore her orange and white outfit she used to wear in adventures, but with her breasts pushed further up so that her nipples were exposed, while Freya's coat was wide open to reveal her naked body. Zidane sat upright to display himself, while Fratley cringed with embarrassment. "Aw, he's so shy!" teased Garnet. She slid off her right shoe and rubbed his shaft with her naked foot, causing him to howl in pleasure. "He's a big boy, though. You're a lucky girl."
"I know. He still needs some breaking in. Not your monkey, though." She rubbed her bare foot against Zidane's penis as well, and he affectionately muzzled against her leg with a purr-like moan. "He broke pretty quickly, didn't he?"
"It was easy, once I proved he was a pervert." She slid behind Zidane and wrapped her arms around him, playfully tweaking his nipples. "Aren't you?" she asked in a childish tone, while licking his neck. "You're a rapable little slut, yes you are!"
"Mm-hmm," he agreed with a confident nod.
"What shall I do to you today? We decided to make both of you into pretty little girls!"
"Mm-mm, mm-mm!" protested Fratley, fighting against his bonds. Please, this is going too far!
"Don't be so negative!" Freya gasped in mock shock. "You have so much inner beauty! We'll surely bring them out in both of you, with the right dress and a little makeup."
"Don't be silly, Freya," joked Garnet. "That's not why he's protesting."
"Whatever could it be, then?"
"He's worried that his and Zidane's stiff manhoods will ruin the effect."
"Oh, my! I didn't even consider it! You're so insightful, Fratley. Yes, we need to get rid of your boners, before anything else. Now, how can we do that as fast as possible?"
"I think Zidane has an idea," volunteered Garnet as he unbound his hands.
"Well, I'm eager to see what he comes up with," said Freya as she pulled Fratley to his feet, before sitting him on a chair, binding his legs together.
Fratley's eyes were glued to Zidane, trying to figure out what their next game was. Not removing his gag, Zidane provocatively sauntered over and straddled Fratley. Damn it, I'm a man! Fratley angrily thought. I won't be seduced by another man's lap dance!
Yet, in spite of his thoughts, he couldn't take his eyes off Zidane's body. His svelte physique and graceful movements leant him the air of an exotic dancer. Zidane moved around him, delicately touching him, and kissing him with his gagged mouth; Fratley could do nothing but take his treatment. Feeling ashamed of his increasingly aching boner, he tried to pretend Zidane was really a girl.
That went right out the window when Zidane finally sat on Fratley's lap and pressed their penises together, stroking them gently, causing Fratley to scream in protest. No! I don't want to perform such an act! Please, release me!
But Freya could only smile at the sight as she touched herself. "The frotting method, is it? Good choice! I see Fratley's really getting into it."
I'm not! He turned his head away, but Zidane tenderly used his free hand to guide his head back, allowing them to look into each other's eyes. Now forced to look, Fratley noticed Zidane's tender expression. Entranced by such a gaze, Fratley lost his will to resist. Seeing the opening, Zidane pressed his gagged mouth against Fratley's in a pseudo kiss, as he continued to stroke their dicks together. The two of them let out a moan as they both burst, their cum splashing against their bellies.
"Bravo, Zidane," praised Garnet as she removed his gag. "You learned well. Take your boy-lover in the shower and clean him off, while Freya and I play."
"Yes, mistress." With that, he hoisted Fratley over his shoulder and carried him to the bathroom. Fratley could only watch in disappointment as he barely caught a glimpse of their girls making out.
As Freya slipped off her coat, Garnet playfully pushed her on the bed. "You're so mean, princess!" giggled Freya as Garnet climbed on top.
"Am I?" challenged Garnet, as she knelt over Freya and nibbled her right nipple and tweaked her left. "If we don't show the boys who's boss, they'll walk right over us. They have to learn that we need to get pleasure first." She then moved her right hand down to Freya's pussy and began stroking it, causing her to cry out with pleasure. "You agree with me, don't you?"
"Mm, yes," moaned Freya as she arched her back.
With an evil grin, Garnet pressed, "Sorry, what was your answer?"
"Yes, YES!" gasped Freya as Garnet increased her pace. "Oh, GOD, yes!"
Taking advantage of the slit in her jumpsuit, Garnet spun around and pressed her vagina against Freya's. "I'll bet your pussy's more sensitive than mine," she sneered as she started grinding. "First to cum ten times loses."
"N-no fair," moaned Freya as she grinded back. "You had a head start!"
"Fine, you baby. I'll spot you three. You'll still lose." Garnet sneered as Freya was rocked with an orgasm. "See? You already got a strike."
"Don't look down on me..."
As the girls grinded together, Zidane started the shower and held Fratley upright, letting the water wash over their chests. He then pressed Fratley against the wall and teased, "You look so cute when you're naked and helpless." Fratley responded with an irritated growl. "No need to get snippy. I look cute that way too." Brushing Fratley's hair with his fingers he said, "I'll remove your gag, now. If you want it left off, you need to learn not to spoke unless you're given permission. If you say a word without my permission, I'll rape your cute little ass. Got it?"
Understanding there was no resisting, Fratley nodded his approval. Zidane expertly flicked off the knots of his gags, and laid him on the shower floor. Fratley took a breath through his mouth for the first time, which was interrupted when Zidane suddenly shot forward and stuck his tongue into his mouth, playfully caressing his nipples with his thumbs. He resisted the urge to protest aloud and kissed back. He let out a yelp of surprise when Zidane suddenly rolled him on his back and climbed on top.
Zidane stroked Fratley's face and said, "Forget about your orientation. This is the time to let your mind go blank with pleasure. You may be Sir Fratley outside this room, but here and now, you're a cute piece of meat. I'm the same as you: if you want, I can be nothing more than something to stick your dick in." He leaned in close with a lecherous grin. "You wanna fuck my ass, say pretty please."
"...Pretty please," murmured Fratley.
"'Pretty please' what?"
"Pretty please let me fuck your ass!" cried Fratley, with far more enthusiasm than he intended.
"As you wish. You just lie back and let me do the work." He slid down Fratley and spread his ass cheeks as he pressed against his dick. "Boy, you're a little bigger than the strap-on Garnet likes to use. I bet you feel better, too." Taking a deep breath, he impaled himself on Fratley's penis, letting out a sharp cry. "Oh god, Fratley! Your dick feels amazing!" He thrust up and down, letting out a squeak each time he went down.
"Ooh," moaned Fratley. "Your ass is so tight...I can't hold it..."
"Then don't! Let me have it!"
Fratley thrust his hips in sync with Zidane. "Take it, you dirty slut!" The two of them cried out as Fratley blew into Zidane's ass.
Zidane fell forward, putting his arms around Fratley and undoing the bonds around his hands. He then turned around and undid the ones around his feet. He started to sit up, when he suddenly felt a tongue against his taint. "Whoa! What's going on back there!?"
"We came to get clean, didn't we?" he replied as he licked out the cum. If I'm going to be a whore, I might as well go all the way with it. He wasn't happy about the enema they received before they were first tied, but he surely was now. He then flipped Zidane onto his back and spread his legs. "Now that I know what mine tastes like..." With that, he practically swallowed Zidane's penis.
Zidane let out a moan, trying his hardest not to squeeze Fratley's head between his thighs as he was being milked. "You're like a pro, babe..." he moaned as he stroked Fratley's hair.
"Mm-mm," he grumbled.
"Geez, take a compliment, will you? You gotta loosen up!" Zidane normally held himself back to work himself to a bigger explosion, but this time he quickly came in Frayley's mouth: as much as he enjoyed playing, he was excited with the prospect of their mistresses' next game. Watching Fratley swallow his load, Zidane whispered, "You did great, babe. Now, let's go become girls. I have a fun game we can play."
"...'kay."
The girls got to work as soon as they were out of the shower. They died Zidane's and Fratley's hair black and silver respectively, to match their own. Then, after applying makeup, they forced the boys to dress in their spare clothing: Zidane wore one of Garnet's ceremonial dresses, while Freya wore Freya's coat and panties. The absence of breasts made Zidane's top hang loosely, as the dress was specifically designed to accentuate them. Freya made Fratley leave his coat open, so they could plainly see his penis bulge against her panties.
"They look so adorable!" cooed Garnet. "Our little lovers want to see us every time they look in the mirror."
"How sad and pathetic," sneered Freya. "I suppose it was premature to call him a man." She gave his shaft a flick with her finger, and he let out a grunt in pain, fighting the urge to cover himself.
"Well, now that you mention it, I suppose the little mister is hiding something too. Lift up that dress." Zidane did so, showing off he was given nothing to wear underneath. "Too dirty for panties, or what? Well, at least that's one thing you won't cum over." She grabbed his penis and starting jerking hard. "How's that? You like getting off while you're wearing my clothes? You like being a skank?"
"Yes!" groaned Zidane.
"My god, you even admitted it! Don't you have any shame?"
"No, mistress! I'm a dirty little girl!" Suddenly he shot his hands forward and grabbed Garnet, restraining her while forcing his hand over her mouth. "How about you?"
"Hey-" started Freya as she turned, but Fratley grabbed her as well. "Let go-mmph!" she groaned as she tried to break away.
"I guess we know who really_wears the pants in this family," sneered Zidane, as the girls continued to struggle. They dragged the girls over to the dresser, where the chloroform sat. "But you aren't really dressed for the role, _are you?"
He briefly removed his hand from Garnet's mouth to grab one of the rags. "Unhand me!" she snapped. "That's an order! Kneel bef-mmph!"
Zidane giggled as she tried shaking her head to dodge the chloroform. "You're so cute when you're scared, pet. But you'll look even cuter in your new clothes." It didn't take long for the fumes to overcome her. He sat her down in a chair, and turned to Freya with a menacing grin. She could only cry as he came at her with the chloroform.
When the girls awoke, they found themselves in a strange sight. They lay on the couch in front of a large mirror, with their mouths taped shut and their hands taped behind their backs. But what scared them the most was that they were suddenly the spitting image of their respective lovers. Garnet's hair was cut to be the same length as Zidane's. Even their breasts were bound - Freya's more tightly than Garnet's - so they'd fit in their clothes better. Also, there was something in their pussies, which produced bulges in their crotches.
"I say, Freya," said Zidane, affecting a falsetto. "It would seem our boy toys are a bit...uncomfortable."
"Well, of course, princess," replied Fratley, doing his own falsetto. "They realize that we're out of their league, and they hope to sleep with us before we realize it."
"Ah, of course. Zidane, could you spread your legs for your beautiful mistress?" Garnet reluctantly did so, and Zidane unzipped her fly, pulling out the other end of the dildo. Stroking the dildo she teased, "What's wrong? Your dick is hard, but it's not reacting to me at all! Freya, go see if Fratley's as dead."
Freya screamed furiously as Fratley pulled out her dildo, giving it a playful lick. "I fear Fratley's the same."
"Well, I see no reason to make these two feel better, if they won't react to us."
"Indeed. If they won't react to our touch, we can always shove them into the Alexandrian Knights' quarters and let them handle it. Not that we can guarantee their safety if they barge into a room of girls with their dicks hanging out."
"Let's not be too hasty. Perhaps we can still fix them. I've heard that jumpstarting them with a dildo will do the trick."
The girls screamed as their former slaves dragged them over to the bed. They positioned the girls so they lay on their bellies with their legs over the sides of the bed, facing a mirror. No, not anal! pleaded Garnet as Zidane pulled down her pants. It'll hurt too much! Please, no!
Freya started making what sounded like whimpering sounds, but was actually a mad cackle. I am Fratley, and Fratley is me! I'm about to be raped in the ass by me!
"It's a shame to do this," taunted Fratlety, giving Freya's ass a hard smack to silence her. "But it's for your own good."
"And because of that," added Zidane, "we'll nobly apply your medicine as many times as it takes."
The girls screamed in shock as the boys thrust their penises in. With such a foreign sensation, combined with their restricted movements, they could do nothing but thrust back and forth in vain attempt to dislodge them, but only served to do the boys' work for them.
It hurts! Garnet lamented with a sob. Please, take it out! I'll do anything, just stop!
It's so weird,_thought Freya, shedding involuntary tears. _I think I'm gonna cum! Harder! Harder!
Both girls eventually got over the shock of their intrusion, only to be faced with their images in the mirror. The girls saw themselves as they were planning to be: raping their boyfriends' asses while they submitted. But they weren't themselves, anymore. It was as if a strange force switched their minds. The doms were the subs, and visa versa.
I'm not Garnet anymore. I'm not even Zidane. I'm nothing but a cock-warmer.
I'm watching myself get raped by my own body, and I can't do a thing about it! I don't even wanna!
After thirty minutes of repeated pounding, the boys finally slid out of their broken mistresses. "Well, that was fun," taunted Zidane, giving Garnet a slap on the ass. She barely felt it. "Now, let's see how your dicks look."
The girls were rolled over and the boys fondled with their dildos. "It doesn't look like it helped," noted Fratley.
"Well, there's one more thing that might work. Poor little Zidane is helpless when it comes to blowjobs. Let's have them sixty-nine each other."
The girls were simply too dazed to resist as their boyfriends manipulated their bodies. Even when they were untied and their gags removed, they made no effort to resist or order them to stop. Eventually, the girls lay face-to-pussy. Their wrists were bound to each other's ankles, and their mouths forced to take each other's dildos in their mouths.
In their dazed state, the girls moaned as they started sucking each other. "They're really getting into it, aren't they?" asked Fratley.
"Give you any ideas?" offered Zidane with a sly grin. Fratley gasped, and he and Zidane ran into the bathroom to engage in another round of shower sex.
The girls weren't left alone. Once the boys closed the door behind them, Beatrix sauntered out of the closet and walked over to where the girls lay on the bed. "Spectacular show, little princess," she teased, sitting beside Garnet and rubbing her hair. "When you asked me to tame Zidane for you, I warned you not to go over your limits. Didn't I?"
"Mm-hmm," moaned Garnet.
"Femdom only works when there's a lot of girl power. When you took Zidane, there was me and Freya to break him in. Then it was you to pick up the pieces of an already broken sub. And now look at you. You're an inexperienced dom, and Freya's only been a sub. You really thought you could tame two horny boys." Taking a fistful of Garnet's hair she sneered, "Arrogant bitch. I saw your face in the mirror. I saw the instant he broke you. I _really_got hot."
"Help," mumbled Garnet, unable to take her mouth off the dildo.
"Say that again?"
"Please help me."
"Maybe later. I think this time as a sub will be good for you. Once you get into his mindset, you'll learn how to push his buttons. Or you'll become his permanent sub. I guess that depends how strong you are. Ta-ta, darling."
"Wait," she moaned as Beatrix sauntered out. "Don't go. Help me." Reaching the door, Beatrix mockingly blew a kiss before closing it. "Please..."
As submissive as Fratley could be when the mood struck him, Freya could never bring herself to take control. As much as she hated to view herself as such, she was a sub, through and through. Her mind and body was his, and she had no intention of changing that.
Garnet, however, quickly learned how to manipulate Zidane off her throne and back to her feet. It was so simple, her only shame was not realizing it an hour sooner: she simply had to convince him that no pleasure he found could ever reach what she could give. As soon as she abstained, Zidane quickly started pleading for forgiveness. Within days, it was like Zidane never had a thought of taking control.
On the last night of that week, Freya stood naked between Garnet and Fratley. A naked and very hard Zidane sat on a chair, with his hands and feel bound. He had a blindfold on, with a strip of tape over his mouth. A ring around the base of his cock kept him from cuming. Even though he couldn't see, he knew Freya's body enough that he could plainly picture her in his mind.
"And you're done," said Garnet, as Fratley tied the last rope. "This is a shibari. Give it a tug." As the ropes tightened, Freya trembled at the sensation of her breasts being squeezed, and her pussy being rubbed.
"Very nice," admired Fratley. "Aren't you happy, Freya? You'll wear this every day under your coat. And nothing else. You'll never forget who you belong to, will you?"
"No, master," mumbled Freya. "I'm very happy, master."
Fratley glided over to Zidane and stroked his face. "You have my thanks, Zidane. I think being a pet suits you better. Your tight little ass gives me great pleasure." Zidane nodded in understanding. "Garnet, would you mind if I sampled him one more time?"
"Perhaps when you get back from your last night on the town. But before you go, I have a different game."
She whispered something in his ear, and Fratley smiled. "I like it very much."
"It's settled then. Stand, Zidane." He immediately complied. She equipped a strap-on and sat on the chair behind him. She guided his anus to the tip of her dildo. "Now, have a seat."
As part of his punishment for raping her, she pounded his ass for an hour at a time. Asserting her dominance in such a way made it incredibly easy for her to get back on top. However, she inadvertently caused him to take great pleasure each time she rode him. This was unintentional, but decided it made him an even better toy.
Zidane eased himself down onto the dildo, huffing and puffing as he started riding, hoping he'd somehow be able to cum if he wanted it enough. Fratley shifted the rope from Freya's crotch and said, "Get on." Hesitating briefly, she impaled herself on his cock. Zidane started howling into his gag. "I-I'm sorry! Are you-mmph!" she cried as Fratley covered her mouth with his right hand.
"I didn't say you could talk," snarled Fratley as he unzipped his fly. "My dick is going up your ass, and I was going to lube it for you, but now it's going in dry."
Freya sobbed in protest, but before she had a chance to push him away, Garnet grabbed her arms. "I don't think we're deep enough in each other," Garnet sneered. She pulled him forward, sending herself deeper into Zidane, and Zidane into Freya. Freya could do nothing but scream as Fratley took her ass once more.
"Look how close we are!" taunted Fratley. "Be happy!"
"You should see it, Zidane! Freya's furry tits are trembling! Don't you want to see them? Don't you want to touch them? Suck on them!? Don't you want to cum inside!?"
"Yms mmsmmmss!" moaned Zidane, thrusting back and forth.
"Then do it! Cum inside that slut!"
After she thrust a few more times, Zidane exploded. For the second time ever, he went into Trance while he was aroused. He broke free of the bindings on his arms, but not removing his gag, he ripped off the blindfold and cock ring. He grabbed Freya's breasts and stroked them tenderly as he thrust into her harder. He blew very quickly, but his arousal-induced Trance made him hard in seconds, and he did her again.
"This little monkey's gonna wear you out," teased Garnet. "Hang in there, baby."
After Zidane blew in Freya again, she started to cry. "Aw, don't like being a slut?" asked Fratley. "He's really getting into you. I wonder whose baby you'll bear, when all this is through. But right now, you keep wiggling your ass like a good pet."
Once again, Zidane found himself back in his room. He had no idea how he got there, but one thing was clear: Garnet had sealed his manhood. As he lay naked on the, bed, he couldn't help but notice the chastity device around his penis and balls, just waiting to punish him for the first stray thought in his mind.
Sinking into his bed he whispered, "Until next time, mistress," with a mad smile.