Akane couldn't suppress a smirk, as she watched "ShamSham" crawl alongside her new owners - collared, leashed and helplessly rubbing herself against their legs to mark them with her scent; mark them as her masters with the scent of a frantic female.
ShamSham's tail was high in the air, exposing her swollen, glistening lips to the world. Thanks to Akane's ministrations, the fur of ShamSham's thighs was matted with the juices that were literally pouring out of her swollen love hole. Every step she crawled at the feet of her owners seemed to excite the poor animal more.
Ah, but the look on her face was exquisite. The muzzle and fur might mask her emotions from someone who didn't personally know her well, but Akane could see the humiliation in her eyes. Only hours earlier Shampoo had been proud, haughty and superior; looking down at the pathetic boys who formed her "Fan Club". Now she was reduced to a mere animal; crawling, fawning, mewling, and desperately dependent on the approval of her owners. Even her name had been taken from her. No more "Xian Pu", just "ShamSham" now - a silly, brainless name for a silly, brainless toy.
Akane looked at the bag she was carrying. It contained all the pet supplies that the club had bought along with their new pet. Mostly it was a selection of leashes, collars, brushes and other regular pet stuff - but it also contained that delicious-looking leather belt with the twin dildos "for when she goes into heat". According to Marilyn, ShamSham would need this "to keep her from crawling all over the neighbourhood, trying to mate with everything that moves, the poor dear". Akane wasn't sure which mental image was more wonderful - ShamSham wearing that device or doing what Marilyn had described, like a wild-eyed, hormone-crazed animal.
Perhaps Akane could see to it that the little cat slut did both. The boys hadn't really been listening very attentively, so it should be easy to arrange for ShamSham to wear her little pacifier belt when she didn't actually need it and to be let out to follow her instincts, when the time came.
Akane smiled, as she realized that she had finally found the club that would hold her interest for the rest of her high school days.
At the former Shampoo Fan Club's rooms the activity was running high. The old sign had been taken down and a hastily painted temporary sign proclaimed this to be the new Pet Owner's Club of Furinkan High. An oversized cat basket had been improvised, complete with a squeaky rubber mouse toy, and a generic pet food bowl had hastily been inscribed "ShamSham" and filled with cat food.
While the boys were busy, Akane amused herself by teasing ShamSham with a cat toy, watching the formerly in-control Amazon rolling and jumping around, batting at the fluttering thing, completely in the grip of her instinctive reactions. Finally she heaved the furry girl across her lap and started playing with her six huge, round tits and pulling at her pink, elongated nipples until they were stiff and red and ShamSham's sodden crotch stank of an animal in heat.
"Boys, boys, boys," Akane said. "Aren't you forgetting something?" She set Shampoo back on all fours and swatted her backside, allowing her to crawl to the middle of the room, mewling with need. "Here is poor, stupid ShamSham, surrounded by her beloved masters, desperate to be taken like the animal she is and shown her place - and you have nothing better to do than getting a basket and a food bowl? Can't you see that she needs something else right now?"
Right on cue ShamSham assumed the feline mating position, squashing her six pillowy tits to the ground and raising her swollen, gushing crotch high for all to see.
"You- you mean we can really..." one geeky boy stuttered.
"Of course you can!" said Akane. "That's what ShamSham is for! This isn't a human being with an opinion you have to consider - it's just an animal, and you own it. Use her the way you've always wanted to. She'll love it and give you a tongue bath in thanks."
"She's right!" declared the club president. "We paid for her, so we get to use her. That was the plan." He strode up behind the mewling ShamSham and dropped his trousers.
There was no foreplay. The club president was already rock hard, and ShamSham's twat was sopping wet and swollen with need. He thrust into her with one smooth stroke, and ShamSham's head shot up, eyes wide like saucers. She yowled loudly, and Akane, who was watching her face closely knew that the animal cry signalled equal parts satisfaction, humiliation and loss.
The boy hammered into her with savage fury, muttering at the submissive ShamSham, "Not so high and mighty anymore, are you? Who's the boss now? Come on, you animal slut, I want to hear you yowl - meow for me!"
"Me-meow! Mew! Ryoowl! Meow! Me-OW! Myu! Meow!" ShamSham obediently mewled with every thrust into her yielding body. Tears were brimming in her eyes, as she was forced to debase herself for the amusement of her owners, who had once been beneath her notice.
Akane saw that several other boys had their cocks out and were jerking off to the sight of the former Shampoo being fucked the way she richly deserved. Akane quickly grabbed a saucer and made the boys squirt their seed onto it. Apparently there was quite a bit of pent-up frustration among the club members, so Akane soon had a full saucer of "milk" for the yowling kitty-cat to lap up.
Several of the boys groaned and regained their hard-ons, when they saw ShamSham push her muzzle into the mixture, lapping up their combined seed and accidentally smearing her face with it, as she was pounded from behind (now by the vice president).
Akane soon arranged double, then triple penetrations of the compliant animal slut - all the time keeping track of the former human's horrified eyes, set incongruously in the face that was so eagerly mewling, slurping and lapping.
When the initiation was finally over and none of the boys could get it up again - no matter how ShamSham licked their cocks to arouse them or their feet to debase herself - Akane watched with amusement as ShamSham found herself helplessly cleaning herself, inside and out. An interesting sequence of emotions played over the muzzled face, her whiskers drooping with droplets of sperm.
At first there was an expression of tired satisfaction - both at quenching her animal needs and at having served her masters. Then came humiliation over the fact that this would bring her satisfaction - her, who had once prided herself on her independence and her skills in battle, rather than in bed. This was followed by arousal at her own humiliation, immediately followed by guilt that she was aroused by her own degradation from proud, independent human to helpless fucktoy. Finally, as her eyes glazed over with tiredness and her tongue kept cleaning her lavender fur on autopilot, satisfaction crept back and stayed this time.
Akane smiled. She knew that Shampoo the Amazon would never return to the way she once was. ShamSham the horny sex kitten was the dominant part of her personality now, and she wouldn't be able to escape her new life, even if a magic fairy appeared right now and offered to turn her back.
She sat and watched for a while longer, as ShamSham methodically licked up every drop of sperm on her fur, while meowing to herself.
Fri May 2 21:18:14 2003