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The Cat's Paw(toy)

for Guy Threepwood

By Draconicon

The vines binding Sean's arms to his back were stronger than he'd thought. Then again, he hadn't been pulling them apart so much as cutting them apart, so he had no idea just how strong they were. However, considering how many tribals were around him now, breaking free would have been pointless anyway.

The human could hardly believe it. For that matter, he could barely believe he was referring to himself as human. Sean had always hoped there were other types of sentient life out there (as a cryptozoologist, that was part of his job) but he'd never expected to find them. Nor be captured by them.

Painted felines that walked like humans wandered around him, each one smiling to each other as they looked down at his bound form. Unlike humans, they had whipping tails and fur that covered their entire bodies, spotted slightly like the wild cheetahs in Africa. Sean had never heard of these people, but had heard rumors of these anthropomorphic animals. The other locals talked of animals that moved like people, but he'd thought it was too far fetched, even for cryptozoology.

With them walking and talking around him, Sean had never been so happy to be proven wrong, though he could have done without the vine ropes.

He wished he knew what they were saying, however. The language they spoke was impossible to understand, no matter how much he tried to find similarities to English, Spanish, and the few other languages he knew. It was a strange tongue, filled with lots of animalistic purrs and growls rather than a great deal of words, and he doubted he could ever recreate it.

The warriors that had captured him were talking to a larger, slightly bigger bellied cheetah while pointing to him. Sean could only assume that the bigger guy was a chieftain or something, because everyone seemed to defer to him. They also seemed to be talking to another feline adorned with wooden beads and other accessories, who was looking at him with a hungrier gaze than Sean was entirely comfortable with.

Back and forth the banter went until the chief seemed to have enough. He clapped his hands together loudly, and the warriors fell silent. In a series of growls, grunts, and rrowls, the chief...said something, he wasn't sure what. But he ended with a gesture at Sean and then at the younger feline at his side, and Sean understood that.

So, I'm going to belong to him, huh? Well, that could be worse.

Several warriors walked over to him, their bare paws nearly trodding on his face before they came to a stop. They pulled him up by the vine ropes around his arms, setting him on his feet and marching him towards his new master.

Up close, he realized that the feline had to be around his age, maybe slightly older. Sean was a little surprised at that; he didn't think that these creatures would have been all that long lived, considering their seeming animal roots. What kept them from dying off quicker than humans? What did they do out here that kept them so -

Rrrrrrrip!

"My shirt!"

Sean stared at the shreds of his - admittedly expensive - shirt falling all over the ground. His owner did the same to his pants and underwear, ripping them off and throwing them to the ground. One of the warriors grabbed the larger pieces and started walking off towards a fire, leaving the human naked.

The first thing that his master did after that was push him down to his knees. Sean couldn't help but shiver as the cold earth gave way under him, his knees leaving an indentation as he was held down. He gradually realized that he was right on eye-level for the cheetah's loincloth, and thought the same as he might if a human had done this.

This can't be happening...

Yet, it was. The cheetah pulled his loincloth to the side, revealing a hefty sheath that was halfway empty already, a cock growing out of it that dwarfed his own. The comparison wasn't lost on his master, either, as the cheetah nudged the smaller length between his legs and chuffed, holding up two fingers very close together. The warriors laughed, shaking their heads as they walked off, leaving the human alone with his new master.

The bindings were too tight to let him squirm away, so he was forced to kneel there as his master ground his cock against his face. Sean groaned under his breath, shaking his head from side to side as the musky shaft left wet marks along his cheeks, drawn out in lines from his mouth to the sides of his face. Almost like whiskers, he thought.

It seemed to amuse the cheetah, or at the very least arouse him, because his master was already at full mast before Sean's face was fully covered in the strong-scented stuff. It throbbed in front of him, making him go cross-eyed to look at the cock. It was bigger than he expected, more than twice the size of his own modest shaft.

Ohhhh, please don't tell me that's going to go -

His owner snapped him with that large cock, whipping his head around. Sean groaned at the impact, only to have it smack his face back around the other way. Back and forth his master smacked him, each time leaving a wet mark along his cheeks, each time making his cheeks burn from the hard hit.

By the time that the cheetah was done, the human swore that his cheeks were bruised with cock-whiskers. Maybe that was the whole point, maybe it wasn't, but he could have dealt with not having to go through with it.

The feline grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him to his feet again. Sean hoped for some clothing, but instead, his master grabbed him by the arm and yanked him along, forcing him to walk awkwardly after him.

They passed through the village, and Sean never got used to the feeling of having eyes on his private parts. The various warriors all had a laugh when they saw how small he was - but only compared to them, he always reminded himself - and the others only smirked at him. The look they gave him was far too similar to the ways old films portrayed aliens looking at humans, as something strange, worthy of curiosity but not much more.

However, as they passed through the village, he noticed some rather interesting things. Despite the crude dwellings they had, there was a definite hierarchy that could be observed. The smaller, less obviously successful families seemed to live in group homes, smaller, more dug in places, while those that were more successful seemed to have their places built completely above ground. He didn't know what it signified, but the fact that they differentiated like that was very intriguing, and left him thinking that he might not be quite so out of his depth after all.

His master stopped at one of the larger, above ground dwellings, and pointed towards a symbol etched over the door. It looked like a three pointed tree to him, but he supposed it could be almost anything. It didn't have any significance, until his owner pointed towards the same symbol tattooed onto the cheetah's chest.

"Yours?"

He made sure to ask by pointing towards the symbol and then towards the hut again. He still wasn't sure if he got through, but the nod was good hope for it. The cheetah pointed towards himself and the hut, and then towards himself and to Sean. The human groaned at the implications.

Not that it's a bad tattoo or anything, he thought. But still...

They stepped into the hut, but he wasn't allowed to stay standing for long. As soon as they were fully inside, the cheetah shoved him down again. This time it wasn't just to kneeling, but down on all fours, his hands thrown out to support him and his feet up in the air. When he tried to stand up, his master growled warningly at him, and he went back down to all fours, not daring to tempt him.

He walked - or rather, crawled - alongside his master to a crude chair in the middle of the room. He wasn't sure why; the cheetah seemed so assured that he would follow that Sean was pretty sure he could get away without being seen. All he had to do was get to the jungle and then...

Well, that was the problem. He'd been captured out there without any trouble on their part. What was to stop them from doing the same thing again?

So he followed the cheetah across the floor, wondering what would happen to him and how he would spend his life here. His master sat down, but before Sean could adjust himself to do the same, the cheetah stuck his feet out, rubbing them against his cheeks.

The feline feet were surprisingly similar to his own. Though there were some sort of pads along the sole and below the toes, the overall structure of the foot was very humanoid. It had the same five toes as humans had, and it had the same arch as humans had as well. The only obviously non-human features to his eyes were the claws around the toes and the fur that sprouted from the flesh. Other than that, it was surprisingly humanoid.

Unfortunately, so was the scent. He groaned as he was forced to breathe it in, the smell of sweat and dirt and plants and general musk leaving him shaking his head in displeasure. He started backing up -

"Rrrrrrrroooowl."

The building growl from the cheetah stopped him immediately, leaving him frozen with one arm lifted from the ground. He realized that he looked like a pet there, and he couldn't believe that he'd been reduced to this.

The cheetah pointed to his foot and stuck his tongue out. Sean aped the facial expression, and the cheetah nodded.

Well...I could think of worse things to lick...

Though he still didn't like the idea, Sean leaned up and dragged his tongue along the cheetah's sole. Thankfully the fur was too attached to come off at the lick, but he still got quite the taste of dirt and sweat on his tongue. He could feel the burning of the flavors before he swallowed, something else he really didn't want to do, but felt he had to do if he didn't want to incur his master's wrath.

Lick after lick, he worked his way up his master's sole, cleaning the fur and the pads at the same time as he made his way along. Every now and then, he looked past the discolored fur at the cheetah, but always looked back when he realized that the master was stroking himself to the display.

The more he licked, the more he realized that the scent wasn't coming from just the cheetah anymore. He subtly turned his head, sniffing his hand, and realized that it smelled just like the cheetah's musk now as well.

I'm being scent marked...they'll know me anywhere now.

His master chuffed lightly, pulling his other foot around, and before Sean knew it, his nose was smashed between two toes and held there. The pressure on the back of his head kept him from pulling back, too, no matter how hard he squirmed.

As he looked up, the cheetah smirked back at him, as if he knew just what he was doing. Sean had a terrible idea that the feline most definitely did.

The End