Aisha

This erotic story features anthropomorphic (furry) characters (as costumes), which are humanoid beings with animal characteristics.

"Aisha 2"

SHORT STORY

Author's Note:

sequel to "Aisha" (obviously). Mark and Janet's ordeal continues...

As Mark left the house to fetch food, his mind racing with scattered thoughts of what to do, Aisha found herself alone in this strange dwelling. Her new senses, heightened by the rubberised skin-suit, picked up on every sound and smell around her. Sounds and smells greater in intensity than she had ever experienced as the human Janet, whose body now served as her corporeal vessel.

The human had called it 'home'. To her, it was just another cage -- albeit one roomier than the last...

The wolfess scanned her surroundings. She too, found it difficult to adjust to her present situation. Many of the shapes and angles confused her: oddly-shaped objects designed for seating lay in one room, another held many metallic items and smooth-surfaced crates, ornate fixtures and fabrics dwelt in another...and on the wall opposite her, a shiny black panel sat mounted, its purpose unknown to the anthropomorphic beast. A large rectangular window offered a view of the outside world, but it was far different from anything she recognised. Gone were the snow-capped mountains and burning pyres -- in their place a grey-paved road and more of these strange dwellings; colourful capsules lined the straight road, balanced upon four wheels apiece.

Her tail twitched. Its rubbery surface stretched audibly as it moved.

She approached one of the seating-objects -- a soft, plush thing that sank under her weight when she sat on it. It was unlike any material she'd felt before. Exploring it with her paws, Aisha pondered its construction as they ran over the smooth, synthetic surface. Feeling the friction of it against her squishy palm-pads, she purred. Luxury! Fine furnishings had been prepared for her arrival. Perhaps she could afford a little private praise for the human.

The human. The one who had scurried off leaving her to fend for herself. Even if it was at her behest, to bring more food to her once she'd cleaned out his pantry, she noted he did so with such an eagerness. Aisha growled at the thought. So willing to leave her sight...in her world, a concubine would never be so uncouth as to abandon their place without grovelling, begging for a moment more in her divine presence!

And should this fool return, still babbling about this 'Janet' person, my patience shall run thin indeed!

She stood up and begin to explore further, sniffing at various items around the room. A peculiar scent caught her attention: a musky, earthy smell that was unfamiliar yet strangely appealing. It seemed to come from another of the soft seating-objects. Aisha walked over to it and knelt, nuzzling against it, inhaling the scent.

Her body responded to the aroma. Deep within her a comfortable pleasure built. Her heart rate increased, her synthetic flesh flushing with warmth as between her legs her pussy grew wet with mounting desire. She realised then what this must be -- the smell of Mark. He had left his presence here, in lingering form, after what must be many years of inhabiting this place. Aisha smiled.

Well,

she thought,

he's marked his territory, now I shall mark mine...

The costumed wolfess began to rub herself against the furniture, leaving a trail of her natural lubricant wherever she went. Her lower lips dripped with wetness, aching to be touched. Each rub upon the furnishings left them stained with her juices, and the air filled with soft moans of delight. The scent of her own musk mixed with Mark's created an intoxicating aroma that enveloped the room and barraged the senses. She growled softly as her body tingled, her tail flicking back-and-forth in anticipation of greater pleasures.

Aisha found herself on all fours, pressing her pussy against a low table near the big window. The cool, metallic legs felt good against her heated flesh -- the wolfess moaning in a low rasping tone as she ground herself against it. Her eyes closed, lost in the sensation, as she continued to mark her new territory.

Her body tensed as waves of blissful tingling washed over her. She was close now, her breath accelerating into rapid pants as she neared the edge of ecstasy. With one final motion, one hurried hump, she let out a howl and came undone; an orgasm ripped through her like a raging storm.

"Grrraaagggghhh!!!"

Aisha collapsed onto the floor. Spent and satisfied. Her paws twitched as aftershocks of the main quake coursed through her body. She looked around at all the furniture, now stained with her scent. This was hers now, and the human would know it -- or else!

As she lay there, panting, recovering her wits, Aisha couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Despite finding herself in this strange place, far from the familiar; despite being trapped with this strange human, she had found a way to assert her dominance. And as she closed her eyes once more, she knew that when the human returned he would bow before his queen, the ruler of this pitiful domain he called

home

.

* * *

Mark drove home from the butcher's shop. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. He still couldn't make sense of it. What the fuck happened to Janet? One moment she was there, having fun with him in her sexy costume, the next...she was like a whole 'nother person! Mark had wanted to tell her to cool it -- he could handle a little kinky role-play, but things were getting silly. But something in Aisha, the 'sensual goddess' the skin-suit was modelled for, had stopped him. He'd felt...scared...

He should've known something was up when they couldn't find the seam to unzip the costume. And the sudden horniness that came over his girlfriend -- another red flag. But they couldn't concentrate. Neither of them. Not until they had fucked...

His mind flashed with images of feral beauty. Of Janet/Aisha's lolling tongue as he came inside her. Filling her pulsating insides with his seed. And her snarls, her questions, this other voice that spoke with primal authority:

Janet? Who is Janet? I do not know of any 'Janet'!

...

What the fuck am I supposed to do?

Mark thought to himself as he guided the car into the driveway. He was just going with the flow right now. No real plan. Not even an inkling of one.

God-damn it!

He'd gone and bought more food for the beastly entity apparently holding his girlfriend's body hostage. Why had he gone and done that willingly?

* * *

Cautiously, Mark opened the front door, arms laden down with grocery bags. He'd spent longer than intended away, lost in thought about Aisha -- or rather his girlfriend, supposedly still inside her. As he stepped into the house, he was struck by an unusual smell: a mix of raw meat from Aisha's earlier feast, and another scent -- damp and musky.

He stumbled into the kitchen and set down the bags on the counter-top. Wheezing, he started to unpack. That's when he heard it -- a rumbling growl behind him. He spun around, heart pounding in his chest, and saw Aisha standing in the doorway. An honest-to-God spear clutched tight in her hand-paw.

Where the fuck did she get that?

"Jan--Aisha," Mark stammered, his voice quiet and pathetic, "what are you doing with that?"

The wolfess snarled, eyes burning with fearsome intensity. The slight luminance of the electronic orbs fixed him in place, like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. "I have marked my territory, human," she said, her voice deeper and more commanding than Janet's had ever been.

Mark looked around, finally noticing the state of his furniture throughout the ground floor of the house -- every surface glistened with a wet sheen, and the smell was unmistakable. He felt a mix of horror and awe at the sight. Aisha wasn't lying when she said she'd 'marked her territory' alright.

"And now, I demand food."

"Wait a second," Mark began, but a sudden snarl cut him off. Aisha lifted up the spear and threw it. Mark had mere seconds to dodge. It impacted and buried itself in the door of a cabinet with a great clatter -- leaving the poor human jabbering.

"FOOD!" she roared. "NOW!"

"I...I...uh...yes...sure..."

Mark scrambled to unload his groceries -- various cuts of meat spilled out onto the kitchen counter. "Here," he continued, "I got you food."

Aisha padded towards him, her gaze never leaving his. She snatched one sealed steak from the counter-top and made him open it. Once he'd pulled it out of its packaging (another strange sight to her) she grabbed it and tore into the raw flesh -- slurping and savouring each morsel as she greedily devoured it. Sharp teeth bit into another steak once it had been freed from its plastic prison. And another...

Mark watched, awestruck, as she ate. His mind raced with questions. This was more food than any human her size could eat. Yet her she was, putting away cut after cut without a hint of feeling sick or stuffed. When she was finished, Aisha licked her lips as the dripped with leftover juices and regarded Mark with a cold stare. "More," she demanded, her tail flicking with impatience.

"I...I don't have any more right now," said Mark.

Like hell I can afford this,

he added in his mind, fearing outrage should he speak it aloud.

Aisha's eyes narrowed. She snarled again. "You

will

bring me more food, human. I am a goddess --

your

goddess -- and I demand to be treated as such!"

Mark nodded, too startled to speak. Aisha continued, her voice thundering throughout the house: "and you will explain this place to me -- this foreign land where I find myself. Who are you, human? Why have you brought me here?"

"I don't know," Mark blurted out, "I found the suit online, and I thought it would be fun to try it out with Janet. But now...now I don't know what's happening..."

The wolfess barked a sharp laugh. "You do not know? You brought me here, human! You are my concubine, my servant, my slave. You will feed me, clothe me, and please me. Do you understand?" Her voice was firm, her gaze searing. Refusing to even address him by name. He was a thing to her. Mere property.

Mark nodded once more, hoping this was all a dream -- or rather, a nightmare. Aisha continued, her words icy: "you will tell no-one about this -- do you hear me? No-one must know of my presence here. Not until I know where

here

is."

The human gulped. He felt completely out of his depth, and he had no idea how to make things right with Janet -- or Aisha, as the rubber-skinned wolfess insisted on being called.

She seemed satisfied for the moment, turning her attention away from Mark and back towards the house. Mark couldn't help but shiver, unease eating away at him as she turned her back and wandered over to the living room, and the broad bright window.

What had he gotten himself into? And more importantly: how the fuck was he going to get Janet back?

Aisha stood looking out of the window, her hunger temporarily sated. She watched the wind blow through the pine trees on the far side of the street, and watched a couple people pass by the house -- in peculiar clothes, and ignorant of the naked wolfess studying them from afar.

She turned her attention back to Mark as he joined her; the man standing still, fear and trepidation written across his face.

"Now that I have eaten," she said with a predatory smirk, "it is time for you to serve me in another way."

Mark shook his head, backing away from her. "I can't d-do that. Janet is still in there, somewhere. We need to find a way to separate the suit and get her back. I don't know if this is a magical curse or science experiment gone wrong, and fuck me if those are the only two likelihoods, but we have to try!"

Aisha snarled, flashing her razor-sharp teeth in anger. "Janet is gone," she growled, "I am Aisha now -- your goddess! You will do as I command."

"No," Mark shot back, trying desperately to reason with her, "Janet is still in there. We have to find a way to help her."

With a swift motion, Aisha whipped the legs out from under Mark, felling him like a cut tree. He struck the floor, breath knocked from his lungs with a great wheeze. Disoriented. Sore. He watched as Aisha stepped on him, one of her large foot-paws planted firmly upon his chest. She pushed down, forcing what little air remained in him out and rendering him unable to move. He looked up at her; at her leaking nethers, her pert breasts with pointed nipples standing to attention, at the scowl she wore upon her lupine features. Once again Mark had found himself trapped below Aisha, demanding he submit to her.

He tried to speak but she interrupted. "Silence, human. You will do as I say."

Mark gasped for breath, unable to form words. Aisha smiled -- a cruel smile that sent shivers down his spine. "I want you to fuck me," she said, velvet words oozing from her lips with enough aggression to frighten, "now."

He shook his head, struggling to free himself from under her foot. "I can't...Janet is still in there. We need to--"

"Enough! We mate now or I will make you regret it."

Powerless to resist her advances, the futility of his situation exposed, Mark knew that trying to reason with her further would only make things worse. Maybe if he indulged her she'd let her guard down...maybe then he could try and free Janet...it was a slim proposition but 'twas the only plan he'd got.

Aisha straddled him, her swollen pussy rubbing against his crotch, dampening his jeans. She ground herself against him, a low rumble in her chest as she felt him begin to harden beneath her. Blood filling and firming his cock as it pressed against his clothes.

"You see," she purred, "your body responds to mine. You want this, human...you want

me

."

Mark shut his eyes, trying to block out the sight of Aisha's wolfish appearance and remember Janet -- who he knew just had to be in there deep down. Trapped.

Lost...

But not forgotten.

Aisha took his silence as consent and began to rub herself against him more forcefully, her breathing growing rapid and shallow. Unsatisfied with merely grinding her pussy against his clothes she dove in, tearing them off of Mark, claws pricking his skin and scraping his exposed flesh. The human winced at this treatment, and grit his teeth.

A thin string of drool descended from Aisha's jaws as they hung open, a fat droplet at the end. It splashed on his chest, its warmth rolling over his nakedness. Her salivation soon bore further fruit -- in the form of lolling tongue and long, drawn-out licks from belly to neck. "Mmm," she purred, tasting his vulnerable flesh. Tormenting him with pleasure amid pain.

Mark was now stripped completely of cover. No layer of cloth protected him from the yearning depths of Aisha's depravity. Her divine ego swam in profane thoughts of mounting him, riding him, milking him for every last drop of pleasure...

He groaned, his body betraying him, unable to resist the raw desire coursing through his frame. His cock swelled to its full size, standing stiff and ready. Aisha moaned and raised her hips, bringing her needy pussy into position. With one hand grasping his shaft she guided him to her innermost treasure; his mushroom-head kissing her lower lips and eliciting a loud cry.

Aisha slipped him inside -- her warmth enveloping the human. She threw her head back and started bouncing atop him. Slamming her hips against his as his rod plunged into her depths. Contact. Sweet contact! Flesh-upon-flesh. Every inch of him swallowed up.

"Yes!" she proclaimed, triumphant in her tone. "Yes! Mate with me, human...worship me...slave..."

"Urgh," grunted Mark as he felt himself sucked inside her repeatedly with each fall of her hips. He found himself responding, thrusting upwards to meet her assault. His thoughts faded from focus, being replaced with a haze of lust. Forgetting who he was, and what he was at risk of losing in the heat of the moment.

"Worship your goddess! Worship Aisha! Queen of the Frozen North! Scion of the Ice-Blooded. Sovereign of the Eternal Tundra..."

"Aisha," he said hoarsely.

Their fucking continued. Aisha's hands pushed against his chest, fingers curling and claws raking his sensitive skin. "Worship...ah...me," she moaned, her hips rocking -- the squeak of rubbery skin against Mark's sweaty body echoing through the house.

"Worship!"

"Gngh-nah!"

"Yes!"

"Aisha..."

Mark's common sense took leave of him. He had been reduced to a slavering fool -- seeking only pleasure in the inner flesh of this beastly deity. This wretched creature, snarling...sliding...slamming him into the floor with powerful gyrations.

He never wanted this moment to end, shameful as it sounded. This peak of ecstasy, his cock gripped tight by flexing walls, this sensual goddess' inner flesh massaging him. Delight. Delirium. Divine pleasure...

"Ahh!"

Mark's teeth chattered as he felt his end approaching. Aisha must have been in a similar boat, as with one final thrust on his part and one final slam on hers, she let out a resounding howl. Screaming as her orgasm ripped through her. Mark gasped, desperate for air, as he felt his cock erupt. His cum shot into her depths, sticky strings of love-essence coating her insides. He grimaced as her claws dug into him, Aisha's whole body shaking as she was wracked by her climax. A second or two later, she collapsed onto Mark's chest. Panting. Spent. Their breathing the only thing audible as both lay still, recovering from the intensity of their lovemaking.

Pinned beneath her, Mark's senses returned to him -- filling him with shame and fear. He had given in to Aisha's demands, served her like she wanted. Thoughts of rescuing Janet, of taking advantage of her exhaustion, seemed so remote now. He fretted, thinking she may indeed be lost -- at least for the moment. His jaw opened half-way, a drunken expression covering over his features.

Had he failed her?

Aisha dismounted from Mark, enjoying the slick feel of his cock slipping out from her. She looked at him, breathing in a staccato rhythm on the floor of the living room. His warmth filled her, dripped from her, a trophy of their encounter -- and her domination. Night was falling -- the sky darkened as seen through the wide window to the outer world. Aisha stared out again, wondering where this land was in relation to her own -- was it even on the same plane of existence?

Matters for another day,

she told herself, sensing the urge to rest come upon her.

She turned around, taking a step away from Mark when he muttered: "please...Aisha...Janet...need Janet..."

The wolfess' cruel gaze stayed upon him only for a moment, before she walked away -- heading towards the stairs. Hoping to find a suitable sleeping chamber. Their vigorous fucking had stirred up her insides something fierce, and that sensation combined with her drowsiness meant the void's call grew ever stronger.

Rest. Recover. Restore oneself...

Mark mustered the last of his strength and scrabbled after her, rising to his feet just before she had finished ascending the stairs. He stormed after her, trying once again to be the voice of reason: "Aisha, this has to stop! You can't keep possessing her!"

She ignored him, continuing her saunter without so much as a glance back at the exhausted human. When they reached the door to Mark and Janet's bedroom, she faced him, eyes glinting with cold amusement.

Opening the bedroom door, she stepped inside. "These chambers will do nicely," said the weary wolfess, running her paws over the soft covers of the double bed in the middle of the room. A smile spread across her muzzle. Mark tried to follow her into the bedroom but she stopped him at the threshold. "You will not be sleeping here, human," she said, her voice filled with derision, "you are my servant now, and you will sleep in the servant's quarters."