On Command
Suggested by DietyofDooky
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Darren lay back in bed, hearing Vanessa run the water in the bathroom getting ready to turn in. The lamp was on, but his book was turned over in his lap, facedown. He just didn't feel like reading at the moment. He sighed and rested his head back, closing his eyes a little. His calico fur bristled as the water turned off sharply, and he could hear Vanessa rummaging around. She was taking a long time tonight, and he could guess what that meant.
Darren and Vanessa had been married right after college, and while he worked his way up the corporate ladder, she taught little kids the difference between red and green and the numbers up to ten. She enjoyed her work, and he enjoyed the challenge of the business world. They never fought and life was, by all accounts, good. Their friends swore that something was up; that there was no way they could have remained happily married for so long without any tussles, but when questioned they just looked to each other and shrugged and said that there wasn't anything really worth getting worked up over.
The truth was that any fighting they might have had had been dealt with back in college, and instead of acting like a married couple, they were just really close friends...who had sex and lived together and had kids. That was really the answer; they were friends, not really a couple.
Maybe it was his state of mind, maybe it was the fact that he knew what was in store for him later, but for whatever reason, Darren found himself looking back over their fifteen years of marriage that night, arms crossed behind his head. They had met in college in a Speech class; Darren a young feline of slight build and charming good looks with a cunning sense of humor, Vanessa a cute tabby with a beautiful smile and a sharp wit. Her green eyes had sparkled when he first met her, and they'd hit it off instantly. First as friends...then as more. For three years they'd gone out pretty steadily, and they lost their respective virginities together.
Like they told their friends, the last year of college had been hard on their relationship, but how hard they would never be able to tell anyone. But those issues were dealt with, and they gained and lost something. They gained a sense of ease with each other, but in Darren's opinion, they lost the passion of their first years. He still loved his wife, but he didn't feel like he did back on campus.
Darren had gotten a job in an advertising firm right out of college, and his prospects for climbing higher in the company looked good. Vanessa got a position as a Pre-K teacher at a small school near the city, and they decided to just tie the knot and settle down. They got married, had their Hawaiian honeymoon, and bought a nice little house in the suburbs outside the bustle of the city streets.
The rest of the story was pretty much a fairy tale, and that's why their friends got confused. They never fought, and they'd never fallen on hard times. Darren continued to soar higher, and by now he was well-placed in the executive track; give it another twenty years and he could very well be CEO. Vanessa moved up to kindergarten, and loved the district. Ten years ago, they'd been blessed with the twins; a boy and a girl. Jared and Sherry were both exceptionally bright, and it looked like they might be able to skip a grade in a year or so if they continued at their current paces. They both had their mother's coloring, but they were their father's children in disposition and humor. Darren and Vanessa couldn't have asked for better kittens.
Lost in his reflection, Darren didn't even notice that Vanessa had left the bathroom until she slipped under the covers, wrapping her arms around him lovingly. He cracked an eye open and smiled at her, running a paw through her headfur. "Oh, it's just you," he said sarcastically.
Vanessa leaned back in mock-surprise, laughing. Her silken nightgown flowed like water over her, leaving very little to the imagination as it traced around the curves of her bust. Gods, she's beautiful...but I was right about tonight, Darren thought.
"'Just' me, huh? Who were you expecting, wise-ass?"
"Oh, I don't know...maybe that kitty from the new Bond movie..." he replied, closing his eyes again and pretending to ignore her.
She laughed and laid her head against his chest. "Ha! In your dreams Dar'! Guess you'll just have to make do with me...besides, if that little twig of a cat showed up, I'd be forced to kick her anorexic little ass!"
"Yeah, I guess you're right; she is too thin for a Bond-girl. Ah well..."
He wrapped one arm around her shoulder, the other still propping his head up against the headboard, eyes closed. They lay there for a moment until he felt movement on his lap. He opened one eye a little to see Vanessa comically flipping through his book with a disinterested but bemused stare.
"How many times are you going to read this thing?"
"As many times as I can, my dear. It gets better every time."
Vanessa considered this, then tossed the book aside, letting it fall with a flap! to the ground. Darren laughed, then feigned horror. "Hey! Treat Mr. King with a little respect...he makes a hell of a lot more money than I do!" Vanessa laughed, then climbed up on top of him, resting her chin on his chest and looking up at him.
"Yeah, but I don't care about Mr. King...I'd much rather make love to his faithful reader." Her eyes glittered and she licked her lips hungrily.
"Do we have to? I'm kinda tired...and we had a nice peaceful little mood going on..." Darren sighed and rolled his eyes.
Vanessa whined and tilted her head, pleading. "Aww, please Dar'? It's been days, and I just can't hold out much more. Besides: the kittens are getting older-and so are we-and we won't have a whole lot of opportunities soon."
Darren considered this and sighed again. He knew she could force him, and she would if she was as desperate as she said, but she preferred that she didn't have to and frankly so did he.
"...what about the kids? Are they gonna...?"
Vanessa smiled and shook her head, seeing that he was giving in. "Nope! Jared had practice after school today, so he'll be out like a light. And you know Sherry; she'll read for an hour then fall asleep to some rock station on the radio. For all intents and purposes...we're alone."
Darren ran his paw through her headfur and smiled down at her, sighing inwardly. "Alright then..." She meeped in her joy and sat back, ripping her nighty off, her breasts bouncing free. He had to admit; she was beautiful. He took her in his arms, kissing her, his paws caressing her back. Vanessa purred, the vibrations thrumming against him and making him purr in return. They locked embraces, kissing slowly at first then gaining momentum as their hearts began to race with the moment. Vanessa leaned against Darren, laying him back in the bed, then rolled so he was on top. He murred, licking her neck, his paws rubbing her breasts together; kneading the soft flesh.
His boxers began to get tight as his erection grew and Vanessa reached down, trailing her fingertips along his chest, then fondling his eager package. Darren moaned as he felt his wife's deft hands work on his cock, kissing her powerfully. She murred, then slipped her fingers under the elastic of the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down, gripping his buttocks as she did so. He kicked them off, flinging them to some unknown corner of the room, his ready member bobbing free. A line of pre glistened on the tip and the shaft throbbed with his heartbeat.
Reaching one paw down, Darren fingered her clit, arousing Vanessa to the point where she had to stifle a moan. She wrapped her arms around him, holding onto her husband. Darren played with her sex a bit longer, her juices flowing freely around his fingers as he tentatively pushed one at a time into her pussy. He withdrew his hand then in one swift, practiced motion he impaled Vanessa's sex, both of them gasping as they joined, Darren slowly beginning to gyrate his hips, thrusting into her.
Vanessa moaned softly, Darren panting slightly as they moved together as one. He ran his paws across her breasts, kissing her as he humped her. She held onto him, caressing his back with her paws, running them through his fur. Soon, she leaned forward, gasping slightly, and put her muzzle to his ear.
"Shrink," she said softly.
Darren would have sighed if he wasn't breathing hard, and felt the familiar tingle spread throughout his body. At first that was all, but soon he could see the changes take place. He continued to thrust into her throughout the whole ordeal, used to this by now.
Slowly, Darren began to do just what Vanessa had said; shrink. His paws covered less and less of his wife's breasts; his mouth had to open wider to kiss her; his hips slid more easily between her beautiful thighs. She kissed him gently, looking to him as he shrunk even as he was screwing her. The changes began to speed up, the inches falling off, then the feet. He grew shorter, becoming the size of a small child in moments. Vanessa ran her paws through his headfur as he licked lovingly at her stomach, moving down as he grew smaller.
Darren continued to hump her, even when he was but a foot tall, kneeling on the bed, but only just being able to see over her pelvis. Vanessa moaned in ecstasy, close to cumming. She tossed her head against the pillows, her finger in her mouth to keep her from shouting. Darren groaned, feeling himself grow smaller still. At six inches, he took her clit in his paws, playing with it and forcing her to cum.
Vanessa groaned quite loudly, her vaginal muscles contracting around Darren's miniscule member, a flood of her juices splashing against him, drenching his torso and legs. Spasms wracked Vanessa's body as she moaned in pleasure, reaching down to take her husband in her paw. He was a mere two inches tall now, and even if he stood he wouldn't be able to fuck her. However, he was the perfect size for something else...
Taking his throbbing shaft in his paws to keep the erection as she prepared herself, Darren felt himself be lifted and positioned right at Vanessa's sex. His feet touched the quivering orifice, sliding in with a slurp! She moaned, overly sensitive from her first orgasm, then pushing him into her up to his hips, his tail twitching and playing along the inside of her. Darren groaned as her tight walls surrounded him, jerking furiously at his cock then letting his slick surrounding do the work as she slid him in and out of her sex.
He'd stopped shrinking at two inches, like he always did, and Vanessa moaned as she built towards her second orgasm and simultaneously jerked Darren off in her tight snatch. His cock, caught between his own body and his wife's walls, throbbed aching for release. He groaned, feeling her sex start to quiver around him, Vanessa's moaning getting louder. When she came, her juices spurted out around Darren, soaking him entirely. Her pussy clamped down on him and he moaned loudly as he came, spurting his seed over himself and the inside of her sex.
Spent, the both of them lay there for a few moments before Vanessa withdrew her shrunken husband from within her and placed him, dripping, between her mountainous breasts. She smiled down at him, euphoric in her afterglow.
"Mmm...I love you...Darren..."
He looked up to her, exhausted. "I...love you, too...honey..." he managed, then slumped against the firm mounds of her tits, asleep.
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It had happened their senior year in college. Upon returning from Summer Break, Vanessa noticed that Darren seemed...different. He was moody at times, distant, and frequently unavailable. She consulted her friends, often weeping, but to no avail. The only reason they could come up with as an explanation was that he was going to dump her...or he was cheating. She absolutely refused the latter, insisting that he would never do that to her. But she found out how wrong she was a few weeks later.
Vanessa called him one night, asking if he was busy. Darren gave a harried, curt answer; "Yeah, I'm busy, why?!" Shocked, she fumbled for an answer when she heard it clear as day, floating across the telephone line to her from Darren's room. A voice not Darren's. A female voice. The voice of Amy; her best friend.
"Darren, just get rid of her and get your sexy ass back in bed...!"
Horrified, Vanessa had thrown the phone across the room, tearing the cord from the wall, then sinking down to the floor, sobbing. She cried for hours, then her tears turned from tears of anger to tears of vengeance. Vanessa reached for the phonebook, and started searching. Several minutes later, quivering with anger, she found her answer. She collected herself, got in her car, and drove. She drove for an hour until she reached a run-down part of the city, a part she'd heard of only fleetingly from her parents as "That Part". She parked in front an old building with a tattered sign that read "Home Remedies and Solutions" in big black letters, then under it; "Constance Hart".
Vanessa walked inside, her anger still boiling just beneath her surface. The shop was dark, dank, dusty, and filled with things that she could think of no practical use for. Perfect. She walked stiffly to the counter where an old orange tabby sat on a stool, observing her with keen yellow eyes. She smiled knowingly as Vanessa approached.
"What can ah do ya for, chile? Ya cer'ainly doan look ta be the kin' o' person who would fine themselves here!" She said, chuckling under her breath.
Vanessa looked her straight in the eye, and in as controlled a voice as she could, said, "I need a solution for a cheating boyfriend...but I still love him."
The old fur smiled and asked some questions, and for a while Vanessa spoke. Her voice rose and fell as she explained the situation, and the tabby listened. Then the woman smiled, and spoke softly for some length of time. Vanessa nodded at the end of it, and the two of them headed to the back of the store.
The next day, Vanessa sat with Darren at lunch; calm, cool, collected and enjoying her chicken sandwich. He, on the other hand, sat rigidly, not touching his burger. For a moment he stared at it, as if not sure what to do with the browned hunk of beef, then looked to Vanessa.
"Vanessa...about last night-" he started, but was cut off by Vanessa's sweet voice.
"There's nothing to talk about, Darren. It's all taken care of. But...I do need to talk to you privately. Maybe you can come to my room in an hour?"
He gaped at her for a moment, then shook himself back to reality and managed to say that he didn't have class and that he'd be there. He took a drink of his lemonade, and made a face. "Ugh...bitter..." Vanessa's ears perked up and she handed him a packet of sugar almost too quickly, smiling.
Sure enough, an hour later they both sat on her bed, not saying anything to each other. Darren shifted around uncomfortably, then made as if to speak, but Vanessa cut him off.
"I know, Darren."
He again found his jaw in his lap, but recovered and started bombarding her with questions of "What are you talking about?" and "I don't know what you're going on about" and so on and so forth. Vanessa simply glared at him and continued.
"I know that you've been cheating on me with Amy. I know it started this summer, and I know that you've been..." her voice caught, "...sleeping with her. Don't even bother denying it; she told me the whole truth this morning. I can't say that I'm not angry with you; I am. But I can't say that I don't love you anymore, either; because I still do, as stupid as that is. However, such a thing does not go unpunished, Darren, and I thought you would have been smart enough to figure that out. ...I hope you enjoyed your lemonade at lunch, by the way. I made it just for you."
Darren stared at her in horror, then stammered, "Oh G-God-what did you put in it?! You've gone too far, Vanessa; what have you done?!"
"What I needed to do. Now: SHRINK."
Darren looked at her like she was crazy, not quite sure he heard her right, then gaped at his body in terror as he did just what she said. His clothes bunched up around him, falling off of him as he grew smaller and smaller until he was nothing more than a terrified miniature sitting nude in a pile of clothes that appeared to him to be the size of a house.
"Wha-Wha...WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?!" he screamed, his hoarse cries nothing anymore. Vanessa grinned down at her tiny boyfriend, strangely turned on...
"You broke my heart, Darren, but you didn't take it from me. I wanted to get you back, but I still love you. So here it is; my balanced revenge. I own you now; a word from me and you go from your normal self to this insect-like state, and only I can bring you back. I do love you Darren, but I think you need to think long and hard about how you want to spend the rest of your life, and about what you've done to us."
They talked for hours, and eventually Vanessa let Darren return to his normal size. She still loved him, and deep down he loved her, but now she had him on a leash. He was hers, in every sense of the word. Darren soon grew to accept his state as a result of his actions, and while he hated his lost freedom, he blamed no one but himself. He even grew to love her almost like he used to, though of course things had changed. They never had the same kind of relationship again, but they grew to be happy together. And Vanessa discovered something; having Darren be that small was a major turn on for her.
So they lived and loved, building their lives and a family. What Vanessa had done to Darren ever remained a spectre watching over them, but because of it they lived as the best of friends, respecting each other in a whole new light.
And coincidentally, Amy disappeared from the college and was never seen again after that morning.