Shannon Has a Ball
by Rann Aridorn
This fic was written for a contest Sebastian put up on his website. I really enjoyed writing this story. It flowed well, and I got it all done in a single day. And I did only write of ONE variety of the Toy Ball... ^_~
Update: Rann did in fact win the contest and the prize of having her story illustrated.
Shannon looked around the store, her green eyes bored as she surveyed the shelves. She wasn't really all that big on sex, herself... she'd tried it twice, and not gotten anything much from it either time. The only reason she was in this little sex shop that specialized in rubber toys was to accompany her giggly, nymphomaniac friend Andrea on their weekly mall trip.
"Andrea, could we pleeease hurry up?" the cheetah girl huffed, tapping her foot, her tail swishing behind her in agitation. She tossed an annoyed look at Andrea, noticing that the little white mouse girl was peering in fascination at some sort of body swing that attached to a hook in the ceiling. Her friend was dressed to kill, in a black leather microskirt and a deep blue halter-top, with high, glossy black combat-style boots. She herself was dressed rather more conservatively, in blue jeans that were starting to think about getting tight, a white t-shirt, and black sneakers, her black-spotted orange hair drawn back in a simple ponytail.
"Oh, don't be that way," Andrea replied, flicking her ears and setting off a mild chorus of *ching*s as the dozen or more earrings piercing her large, round ears hit together. "Just because you're a cold fish, doesn't mean I have to suffer too!"
"I am NOT a cold fish," Shannon grumbled, folding her arms over her (rather impressive) chest and glaring at a long black rubber dildo, as if this were all its fault.
"Yeah yeah yeah." The mouse girl almost hopped along the rows, apparently rather delighted at being able to browse all the erotic accoutrements. "Hey, I'm gonna duck back in here and look through the videos! Try not to be scandalized while I'm gone, hm?" With that, Andrea disappeared into another section of the store, giggling at the aggrivated look on her friend's face.
Grumbling and stalking away, with half a mind to simply leave Andrea to wallow in her adult decadence, Shannon continued glaring around at the various hoods, body-wraps, and bondage gear. 'I am not some... prude. There's just no POINT to sex. Both the guys I've been with just lay there on top of me and wriggled for a minute, and blammo, done. But I can't even get myself off, so I can hardly blame them...'
Her mental diatribe was broken off as she noticed something that stuck out amidst all the toys and playthings. Curious despite herself, she walked over to take a closer look. They were in three rows, came in clear squares of plastic, and appeared to be simply rubber balls about the size of baseballs. One row of pink, one row of blue, and one row of purple. The packages said, simply, "Toy Balls". 'How is just a rubber ball a sex toy?' Shannon thought, puzzled, taking one of the pink ones down and turning the package over in her hands. There were no directions, though there seemed to be a piece of paper inside, under the ball itself. 'Is it just like one of those stress reliever things?' Her curiosity now piqued, she glanced around quickly before opening the box and pulling out the ball, holding it in one hand and looking it over.
"May I help you?" came a soft voice right in her ear from behind.
With a loud yelp, Shannon whirled around, her green eyes wide and tail frizzed with a combination of startlement and guilt. She settled down a bit as she saw that it was simply a white cat, standing there with his hands clasped behind his back, but her large breasts still heaved under her shirt while she calmed herself. She realized, after looking at him a moment, that he wasn't white by species, but rather an albino, because his calm, steady eyes were a light pink. His tall, slender form was clad in a bodysuit of what looked like latex or rubber that clung to him and outlined every detail of his body. He was also wearing some kind of thick black collar, though that too might have been part of the bodysuit.
"Did I startle you? I'm sorry," he continued in that soft voice, smiling. "I'm the owner. Ah, you've discovered the Toy Balls! One of my favorite inventions... but not a big seller, I'm afraid."
"It's just a rubber ball, why would it be a big seller?" Shannon groused, all the annoyances of the day having piled together to put her in a rather foul mood.
The cat raised an eyebrow. "JUST a rubber ball? Oh no... you see, it's magic."
The cheetah girl snorted, holding the pink ball up and squeezing it as if to demonstrate. "Magic? Don't make me laugh..."
"Careful how hard you squeeze that, miss..."
"Or what, I'll have to buy it? Well, just fine!" she almost shouted back, something about the albino cat's calm demeanor driving her frustration to the max, and as if to prove that she didn't care, squeezed the ball as hard as she could. She was surprised to feel the slightly yielding surface yield even more, and thought for a moment that she actually had broken it somehow. But, looking down, she saw that that was not the case: her hand was actually partially IN the rubber ball!
In fact, the bright pink material was covering her entire hand and reshaping itself into some large, puffy paw. And it wasn't stopping! The rubber was moving its way up her arm, puffing out and making the appendage look like some sort of pool toy! Yelping, she tried to shake her arm, but found she was incapable of moving it. "Get it off! Get it off!"
But the cat didn't move, and the rubber continued to encase Shannon's body. Her shirt ripped open as it was stretched by the expanding rubber, giving a momentary glimpse of spotted-furred breasts before they too were covered in pink rubber and perked up slightly, now full of air and thus defying gravity. The denim of the cheetah girl's jeans resisted a bit more, creaking as it tried to contain the balloony legs, then ripping open at the seams and falling away, the plump paws of Shannon's feet springing free of her shoes. With one last little wail, Shannon was totally consumed, the rubber covering her head and sculpting her facial features into a whimsical smile at whose center was a deep, ribbed hole, her glassy green eyes the only color other than pink on her entire body. The transformation from living cheetah girl to living balloon sex toy complete, Shannon snapped into the begging position and floated to the floor, bouncing a bit before she settled.
She tried to move or even to get the stupid-looking grin off her face, but everything came to naught as she remained in the exact same position and with the same silly expression, her body as unresponsive as a real thing of rubber filled with air would be.
Watching with a rather rueful expression, Sebastian shook his head and bent down, collecting Shannon's clothes and dumping the shreds of cloth in a nearby garbage can. "Some people never listen." Dusting his hands off, he then rested them on his hips and looked down at balloon-Shannon, taking a scolding tone with her. "That ball will be completely unfit for resale, now. And your attitude isn't any good, either, young lady. I think you need to work off your debt, and maybe learn a lesson at the same time." With that, he bent down and picked the silent sex toy up with both hands, easily lifting her now that she was as light as a balloon.
"Hey? Did I hear some trouble out here?" Andrea poked her head out of the video room, then padded over to Sebastian. "'Bastian, did you hear that? Where's my friend Shannon?!"
"Relax," the albino black cat soothed, tucking said Shannon under one arm and reaching out to ruffle Andrea's hair. "Your friend got a call on her cell phone and got all upset, then rushed out. Must be some family emergency."
The mouse's metal-bespeckled ears drooped. "Damn, I hope it's nothing too bad..."
"I'm sure she'll get it taken care of. Now, let's see... two videos and the ball gag, that'll be $34.27, with your frequent buyers' discount..."
Once he'd bundled one of his best (but uninitiated) customers along, Sebastian turned to Shannon with a smile. "Now... I have a sign to make... Erica!"
"Yes, boss?"
"Markers and posterboard, Erica..."
Shannon watched people pass in and out of the shop from her new home on a shelf near the front of the store. She was ashamed that her newly rubber-coated breasts and the puffy lips of her sex were on display to everyone, as if she really were simply some unfeeling sex toy. She couldn't see what was written on the sign that rested in front of her shelf, since she couldn't turn her head, and the curiosity only added to her fear and frustration. She watched as Sebastian's assistant, the alley cat Erica, moved past as she swept the aisles, clad in a deep purple version of the albino cat's jumpsuit. The catgirl paused in her work to grin at Shannon, setting her broom aside for a moment.
"Well, see what you get for yelling, hm? Don't worry... soon as someone uninhibited comes along, m'sure it won't take TOO long to work off your debt..." With a little smirk, the alleycat reached over and gave one of the living sex toy's breasts a squeeze.
Shannon would have gasped or moaned if she'd been able. The intensity of pleasure that rushed through her entire form was not to be believed! She'd gotten a little bit of enjoyment out of squeezing her own breasts and playing with her nipples before, but this wasn't even vaguely in the same realm! She wanted to ask Erica what was going on, but of course she remained as immobile as always, her mouth frozen in its smile. A moment later, Erica picked up her broom and resumed her work, and Shannon the sex toy was left alone to smile vacuously and stare at the other side of the shop.
"Hey!" the tiger man called as he looked at the sign in front of Shannon. The living sex toy watched him, not only grateful to have something new to look at, but thought she would have been grateful anyway. The tiger was tall and muscular, his sleeveless black shirt clinging to his chiseled pecs, and his Wranglers clinging to toned legs. He was definitely VERY cute, and Erica's words about someone being uninhibited came to mind.
"Yes, sir, how may I help you?" Sebastian said pleasantly as he walked up to the other catman, clasping his hands together in front of his chest.
"Mmm... well, I do kinda have a thing for rubber an' all that," the tiger murmured quietly, as if a bit embarrassed. "Not that I can't get plenty of real girls!" He thumbed at the sign. "Is this thing right? How's that work."
"Yes, it's right. There's a private room in the back."
"Okay, great... I'll take it for... um... an hour and a half..."
"Excellent, sir!" the albino purred, moving to the counter. "That will be forty-five dollars... in advance."
Shannon watched the tiger's cute butt as he walked to the counter to pay. She wondered just what was going to happen, but whatever it was, at least it would be a change...
As she was carried away, she still couldn't see the what the sign had said.
Balloon Sex Doll!
Made of the Finest Rubber
Rentable at $15 for 30 min.
Ask how to get your own!
The tiger carried her into the back room by her waist. It was small, dimly-lit, with a cum-stained mattress lying on the floor, as well as a table with some rings at the corners. The tiger set Shannon down on the table, then went to lock the door. He paused by the door, glanced at his newly-rented toy, then decided to go ahead and get out of his pants. Not like he needed to bother being romantic, hm?
Shannon watched as her anonymous partner peeled off his jeans, revealing that he was wearing nothing underneath, his cock bounding as it was freed, already hard, and nicely long and thick. The sex toy knew that that very cock was going to be put in her any number of ways over the next hour and a half, but her new form combined with her own extremely limited experience made it a mystery how.
The tiger walked over to her and picked her up off the table, not having bothered to remove his shirt. Without a word, he lowered her until she was eye-level with his crotch and thrust every inch of his long cock into the ribbed sheath of her mouth, a low moan escaping his lips. Shannon could taste and feel everything about his hard shaft: how it throbbed, how hot it was, all the veins on its surface, the taste of his thin, salty pre-cum that was already being wiped across her rubbery mouth-channel. He was groaning, muttering how good it was as he fucked her face hard and fast, his furred balls slapping against the pink rubber of her chin. She felt like her entire body was tingling with faint pleasure, the thin rubber of her form almost alive with it, and felt something tickly and thick around the pouting lips of her rubber labia.
He had to have excellent control, because it was almost ten minutes before he cried out quietly and let loose a flood of hot white cum into her mouth-sheath, the thick seed pooling at the very bottom of it and splashing about as he gave a few more thrusts. Panting, he stood there for a few minutes, Shannon dangling lightly from his still-erect shaft, before pulling her off and walking over to the mattress, flopping down on his back. He tugged at the balloon's legs a bit, pushing them at first together and up a little, then, when he realized that she held whatever position he put her in, simply pushing them so that they were almost in line with her hips and pushing them open, like a V. Grinning, he put both his hands on her hips and rubbed the plump lips of her sex against the gleaming length of his cock.
"Hm? It's wet? This is one helluva toy," he murmured approvingly. Meanwhile, Shannon would have been in paroxysms of pleasure if she could have moved. God, it felt so GOOD! Just that little bit of rubbing was better than anything she'd ever felt from touching herself or anyone else touching her in her entire life! But that didn't even begin to describe what it was like when he lifted her up and shoved her down onto his length, penetrating her to the hilt. The tiger began moving her up and down over his cock, using her like the sex toy she had become, and she suddenly realized that that, too, was arousing her, the thought that her pleasure and her entire fate weren't hers to control anymore. The tiger was taking his time, bouncing his rented toy up and down over his cock, a low, rumbling purr vibrating his chest. Hot damn, he loved this... he was the best-looking male for miles around, and he could have his pick of almost any female, but the fact that he was here, bouncing a balloon over his prick, for some reason that had him hotter than anything else. He loved the way those bright pink breasts bobbed and wiggled the way no flesh ones could, and the way he could move her effortlessly atop him.
Shannon felt herself reach a peak as his throbbing cock plunged into her oozing rubber pussy over and over... and then stay there. She knew that, despite all the pleasure she was feeling, the big release hadn't been reached, and it didn't seem like she was going to. The plateau of her pleasure stretched on and on, settling into ecstasy that was almost maddening in its conformity and endlessness.
The tiger finally spent himself in his toy once again and lay back, panting, the sex balloon simply staying in its V-legged position atop him, tilting slightly as it was still speared on his cock. After a minute, he pulled her off and set her aside, standing up and stretching a bit. He noticed that there was still something clingy and rubbery touching him and looked down, startled to see that his entire cock was coated in a layer of pink rubber.
"The hell?!" He reached down, touching himself lightly, then shivered as the rubber heightened the sensation. "Hot damn... must be some kind of new lube, or something... it's still got me hard!" Grinning, he looked down at the balloon doll, and began arranging her into a position to put her on all fours. Shannon wondered what was next as she was set down on her hands and knees. After he'd stopped thrusting, the frustrating pleasure had faded a bit, but she knew that it was only a matter of time before it returned in full force. She felt him lifting her tail up high, then releasing it, the thick rubbery tube staying there perfectly still. Her sensitive rubber buttocks registered him rubbing his cock against them, and then sliding between them, to find the extremely tight little pucker there. Though she wished she could scream and moan in pleasure, the only sound was long squeaks as his rubber-coated shaft stroked in and out of her tight rubber asshole. His hands on her waist were moving her, and he was once again moving her over his cock more than he was thrusting into her, reinforcing that she was merely a toy for his pleasure. The earlier release of his cum into her mouth-sheath began dribbling back out, plopping onto the mattress as he jolted her with his movements. Would he fill her with more of his loads, or would the rubber coating his cock stop it? She didn't have time for any more such thoughts, as the pleasure had once again built to that maddening peak that she couldn't fall over.
Sebastian knocked lightly on the door as exactly ninety minutes passed. "Sir, your time is up..."
There was silence for a minute, then the sound of the door unlocking. It creaked open just enough for the tiger to poke his head out. "Um... hey... there was this stuff comin' out of its... y'know... and..."
"Oh, of course," Sebastian replied as if absentminded, holding out a cloth that had been dipped in a special solvent. "Here, this should take care of that."
The tiger took the cloth and ducked back inside, closing the door. A few more minutes passed before the door opened again and the muscular catman padded out, fully dressed again and proffering the cloth with a little embarrassment. "Thanks."
Sebastian took the cloth without a second thought, smiling and winking. "Oh, knowing that you enjoyed her is thanks enough. You DID enjoy her, correct...?"
"Oh, HELL yeah! In fact, I really wanna ask you, how can I get one of my own...?"
"Hm. Well, if you're REALLY interested, I think I can get someone to explain it to you... if you'll wait right outside the store, someone will be with you shortly..."
The tiger nodded and walked out of the store. Sebastian bent and picked up a bucket that was sitting beside the doorway and walked into the back room, grinning at the sight that met him. Shannon was just snapping back to the begging position, her pouty rubber sex oozing with a mixture of the tiger's cum and her own rubbery secretions, her pink rubber skin flecked with spatters of white jizz, even more seed leaking from her gaping, smiling mouth and trickling from between the balloony curves of her rear. There was even a spatter of it under her chin and the tops of her breasts.
"My my my, he really worked you over, didn't he?" the albino purred, looking Shannon up and down. "He must have been saving up for quite awhile, that is a LOT of cum." He set the bucket down and picked up the cum-spattered balloon girl, taking her off the mattress and setting her on the floor. Picking up the bucket once more and holding it in one hand, the other on his hip, he regarded Shannon contemplatively for a moment before continuing. "Forty-five dollars covers the cost of the Toy Ball, and I think your attitude about the whole thing has probably been improved. You've learned your lesson." Nodding as if having decided the matter, he tossed the bucketful of solvent on the balloon girl. Shannon spluttered and sat up, shaking herself a bit and putting her hands to her face before she'd quite realized she could do all those things again. In joy at simply being able to move up, she hopped up and jumped several times, hugging herself and giggling, breasts bouncing and tail thrashing. When she'd calmed down a bit, she looked at Sebastion, who was holding out some folded clothes to her. "Here. Something to wear."
"Thank you," she whispered, almost shyly, taking the folded garments and pressing them to her chest. After a moment to work up the courage to ask what was plaguing her, she began, "When he was... when he was fucking me, it felt REALLY good, but I couldn't... um..."
"Couldn't orgasm?" Sebastian grinned, proffering her her wallet and cell phone, which he'd earlier removed from her ruined jeans. "That is part of the spell." He bent down to pick up something sitting in the pool of solvent... the pink Toy Ball, which was perfectly dry and ready for use. "Only the one who used the Toy Ball on you can allow you to orgasm. But if you use it on yourself, as you inadvertantly did, orgasm is impossible."
"Oh, I thought maybe it was just something about me," Shannon murmured with relief, examining the clothes she'd been given. A second later, she looked up, her ears perking. "Wait... you said the one who...? So if..." She looked at the door. "So if HE used the ball on me, then...?"
Sebastian nodded once, smiling. "I think you can still catch him, if you hurry."
He'd never seen someone yank on clothes so fast. "Gimme that!" She cried with a near-feral grin, snatching the Toy Ball out of the albino's hand. The door almost flew off its hinges as the cheetah girl ran out in an orange, white, and black blur.
The tiger was standing in front of The Fetish Rubber Store, feeling rather silly about waiting around to be told where he could buy an inflatable sex doll. His thoughts of slinking off with his tail between his legs were interrupted as something whapped into him from behind, making him stumble forward with a little yelp of surprise. Looking down, his blue eyes widened in surprise at the sight of a very beautiful cheetah girl with her arm around his waist leaning on him. She was wearing almost indecently tight clothes made of black rubber, a tube-top that covered very little more than her breasts and a strip of her back, and an exceedingly short skirt that hugged her perfect ass like it was in love, her tail swaying back and forth over the curves that were so perfectly outlined by the rubber.
With a smile that was as sultry as her outfit, Shannon winked one bright green eye up at the tiger. "Hey, handsome," she purred, holding up her free hand and twirling the Toy Ball on one finger. "Have I got a story for YOU!"
~Fin~