Therianthropy – On stage by Kangee Gold
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Mistress Rosalyn and her beloved little pet, Cylvan spend a special evening on stage. Therians are basically just a sciency-name for furry characters I came up with that could be used in a setting featuring humans and furries.
This my first story posted here and if you like it, you might see alternate versions of Cylvan featured in other unrelated stories with some of my other characters.
It’s a big day ahead, Cylvan mused in her mind as the young feline therian inspected her naked body in the mirror. She made sure all of her recent body piercings were still in place properly. The studs in her nipples with the U-shaped hoops and the small golden heart shaped padlock in her clitoris were especially tender, being the newest and just over a day old, and left a dull pain, but exactly the kind that the girl found a strange satisfaction and pleasure from. They were the markings of her tall, beautiful, red-haired Mistress, Rosalyn Elliott, the key to the pad lock always worn around Rosalyn’s neck, and her initials engraved on the piece of jewellery along with the outlines of a rose. There were other piercings across her body, the most striking were the rows of shining steel hoops pierced into the flesh with silken ribbons lashed between them in an elaborate weave. This morning they were deep red, complimenting her pink fur, but Cylvan would be replacing them with black for the events later on. The corset piercings ran along her sides all the way from under arms, over her hips, and down the sides of her thighs, stopping just above the knees. Two more sets went down her back on either side of her spine with a gap down the middle. Another along the insides of each thigh, on the front of her shins, and the whole length of both arms, ending on the back of her hands. A much smaller and more delicate set of corset piercings was also on her groin just above her pussy, the small hoops arrayed in a V-shape and the area filled with another elaborate weave of fine red silk. Those were a few months old by then, and while it left her skin sensitive all over her body, they were healed.
She stared at her own breasts in the mirror, not particularly large, but perky and supple. She hefted each tit, one and then the other, before giving a squeeze together and pushing them both up against her chest as the chain dangling between her dark pink and pierced nipples tinkled and chimed. Cylvan wasn’t particularly self conscious of her bust, but she had some envy for her beloved Mistress’s ample bosom. She thought about how large and full they were, and the pleasing view whenever she wore anything that showed cleavage. She smiled as she thought again about how soft they were to lay her head down and sleep on as well. She occasionally wondered what it would be like to have a chest that big, or possibly even bigger.
Rosalyn’s preparations started a day earlier already, soon after taking her pet kitten to get her newest piercings done and marking her as Rosalyn’s pet. There was much to do, packing luggage, making arrangements at the underground club, collecting their custom made and fitted outfits, readying Rosalyn’s other pets for the evening, and finally collecting her beautiful pink kitten and taking her to the main event.
Rosalyn got up early in the morning to get dressed, her ample bosom, narrow waist and broad hips clad in a simple pair of jeans and a green t-shirt. All of it hugging her lustrous curves tightly as she tied her long red hair into a loose and somewhat messy ponytail. The pristine white fur on her face and over the rest of her body was brushed to an immaculate shine while her lips glossed with a deep red lipstick. Her striking green eyes were framed by a delicate line of black eyeliner and matching mascara. Happy with her vanity for the moment, she nodded approval and went out the door with her bag at the ready.
With the stage reservation organised about a week beforehand already, the first thing on Rosalyn’s list was to collect the outfits for the performance. She went up to this specialist tailors’ flat building and rang the bell for the appropriate flat number. The door buzzed open and the tall woman entered. The door was already open when she got there and the grinning man inside welcomed her in with a polite exchange of greetings. They spoke for few minutes as old friends do until Rosa beckoned for them to get to business. The man brought out the two white cardboard boxes and Rosalyn was on her way with another round of polite greetings and a suggestion that he might be able to join their plans another time. Grinning herself, Rosalyn put the boxes in her car and sped away back home.
She left the outfits on a table and went out the back door, calling out the names Luka and Komi. She knew one would come around immediately and heard his barking a long way off as he bounded through the tall grass that covered the large field that made up Rosalyn’s property. He skidded to a shaky excited halt on the smooth tiled floor in front of Rosa and she had to catch the black furred wolf to stop him from sliding and slamming into the furniture behind her. She giggled happily as the animal lavished her face with loving licks and nuzzles, returning the affection with a kiss into the side of his neck and delightful scratches on his head and back. “C’mon, Luka-boy, get inside and wait, ok?” She cooed to the black wolf and pointed at the open door. He was a smart dog and knew what she meant, going inside obediently.
Rosalyn got up straight again and looked out over the field. Her other pet was there in the grass somewhere, looking, being defiant like usual. She caught a glimpse of Komi as he moved and kept her gaze locked on him, calling his name again. “Get over here you stupid cat!” She yelled with an angry canine bark to her voice. The cheetah instantly perked its head above the grass with wide eyes and ears folded flat to its head. Another wordless bark from Rosalyn and Komi’s head ducked under view and the spotted feline came skulking out of the long grass with a limp. Rosa knelt down and the three legged cheetah lopped forward with more enthusiasm, kneeling low before the white furred canine woman. She gave Komi a loving rub along his head and back before grasping his tail giving it a teasing but gentle tug that made the predatory feline snarl and jerk upwards for a moment only to lean over and rub his head against Rosalyn’s leg. The woman smiled and got up, turning to head back inside while patting the side of her hip, Komi followed close by her side.
Cylvan spent the Friday in her home alone, her parents away at work for most of it and she knew she’d be gone for the a rest of the year before they’d get back, having said all their goodbyes that morning. A mix of boredom and anticipation took over the girl as she paced back and forth through the house. She wanted to use her computer and play a few games, but it was already packed away in her luggage, the only other option was the television, but her mind was far too active and alert to be distracted by that alone. Even worse, the cat girl was in the middle of her heat cycle, causing a constant tingling within her neithers, enhanced by the constant ache of the fresh piercing in her clit. That was deliberately timed between Cylvan and Mistress Rosa, and Cylvan was forbidden to sate her desires herself. She couldn’t follow that order however, it was getting too much for her to handle as her willpower faded under all of the combined feelings of arousal, boredom, and nervous anticipation.