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2025-10-01
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Ineffable Kinktober - ShaFur edition

Summary:

A story made out of daily drabbles (or longer, if inspiration strikes) for Ineffable Kinktober 2025. Join me on this kinky journey with Domme Shax and her pet Furfur.

Notes:

I don't know what is going to happen, so the tags will be updated as the month progresses.

Chapter 1: Wings

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Running her fingers over her corset, Shax admired herself in the mirror. The red leather, paired with a matching skirt, heels, and pinned-up hair, would definitely make her little fawn mad with want. But she had other plans for him first. Revealing her obsidian wings, the garnet shimmer of her feathers catching the candlelight, she stepped out of the walk-in closet and into view.

Furfur had patiently waited, bare, on his knees. He gasped when he saw her.

“Groom my wings tonight, as the good pet you are, and you might get to come for me.”

“Anything for you, Mistress.”

Chapter 2: Tartan

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Furfur stared up at the gorgeous sight of Shax. It wasn’t often she showed her wings, and to be allowed to groom them was a rare treat. He loved to serve and the sweet sounds she made when he realigned her feathers.

Shax gave him a sharp smile and lifted his chin. “A service fawn should look the part, don’t you think?” she teased.

Furfur’s face flushed. He knew what that meant.

“Get your little tartan apron and present yourself. NOW,” Shax commanded.

Five minutes later, Furfur, dressed only in a green frilly apron, wondered what else she had planned.

Chapter 3: Somnophilia

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At one point, Shax drifted off to sleep while Furfur worked, and when all her feathers gleamed and lay perfectly aligned, he stretched out beside her, listening to her soft snoring. Would it be a mistake to wake her? He really wanted to play tonight. Maybe she wouldn’t punish him if he used his tongue. She loved waking up with him between her thighs, and had praised him many times for it. Furfur moved down and carefully spread Shax’s legs, delving in eagerly, eliciting soft sleepy moans until her thighs locked his head in place.

“You’re a very naughty deer.”

Chapter 4: Snake

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Caught in the act, his head clamped in place, Furfur flicked his tongue over Shax’s clit once more before flashing her a teasing smile.

“I didn’t tell you to stop!”

Furfur chuckled and resumed his efforts, making Shax buck against his mouth until she fell over the edge, but still she didn’t release him. His cock throbbed painfully as he wriggled in her grip.

“You squirm like a little snake. Perhaps I should call you that instead of my deer.”

The comparison made his face burn.

“Careful,” she teased, running her sharp red nails over his scalp. “Storks eat snakes.”

Chapter 5: Bondage

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Shax released him with a stern look and walked to the chest of drawers that held the gear they’d collected over the years. She took out a few lengths of emerald rope, enough to tie her beloved partner to the anchor points on the bedframe.

“Take off that apron. Misbehaving fawns get punished,” she demanded.

Furfur bit his lip. “Yes, Mistress.”

Shax worked carefully, tying elegant knots around his wrists and ankles, securing them one by one and checking each for perfect tension. Soon she had her pet just as she wanted him: spread out and ready for her revenge.

Chapter 6: Fire Play

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“When you play with fire, be prepared to burn,” Shax whispered in Furfur’s ear.

His eyes widened as he caught the sharp scent of the liquid she dripped over his stomach and chest. He squirmed, pulling at the restraints when she sparked her finger and a thin line of fire raced across his skin. It flared bright, then vanished in an instant.

“Ouch! I thought you liked my chest hair!” Furfur mewled, a little indignant as he glanced down at the singed patch.

“Consider it a lesson. Careful, my deer. Another complaint and I’ll have to silence those pretty lips.”

Chapter 7: Gags

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“Will those lips get a kiss before you burn the entire place down?” Furfur teased as Shax picked up a horse-bit gag to lend weight to her warning. He knew he’d be punished for it and his cock twitched in anticipation.

“You’re eager tonight,” Shax chuckled, straddling him.

“I missed this,” Furfur said, just before Shax’s lips crashed down on his into a heated kiss. Too soon, her mouth was gone, replaced by the gag and the leather straps buckled behind his head.

“Do you remember your safeword?” Shax asked.

Furfur nodded and made the hand gesture pattern.

“Good fawn.”

Chapter 8: Bentley

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Shax leaned forward with a wicked grin. “Are you ready to be driven like Crowley drives that wretched Bentley?” she purred, tracing a claw down his chest. “But you’re not a Bentley, are you, my little pet? No, you’re much sturdier. More like a… what was it?” Her smile widened as she pretended to think. “Ah, yes. A John Deere. Knows how to plough… when I let him.”

Furfur squirmed.

She chuckled, mostly to herself. The only reason she even knew the name was from a stack of stolen magazines; Farmers Weekly hadn’t survived five minutes before finding the fireplace.

Chapter 9: Praise / Degradation

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Fingers softly trailed Furfur’s cock, then gripped tighter, moving up and down, slickening his length with the pre-come that had generously spilled. He moaned loudly as saliva dripped down his chin when Shax finally lowered herself onto him in one swift motion. He pulled on the restraints, wanting to hold her, kiss her, and bring her to rapture until the morning light breached through.

Shax leaned back, canting her hips, taking delight in his obedience. “Look at you, a captured angel. Holy. Glorious.”

Furfur shuddered beneath her, unsure if she was praising or damning him, and he begged for more.

Chapter 10: Blasphemy

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Shax noticed Furfur’s muffled pleading as she continued with words that would see her obliterated if they ever reached Satan's ears.

“God let you go, I never will. You’re mine, not Satan’s. MINE. If you hadn’t fallen, I’d have burned down all of Heaven just to take you. Just to have you here, tied to my bed, your grey halo of curls spilling over my pillow. The prettiest angel God ever forsook. But that bitch never knew what she had, did she? Well, I do.”

Tears of joy welled in Furfur’s eyes as she continued fucking him into the mattress.

Chapter 11: Masturbation

Summary:

Accidental 666 🥵🫣

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Drifting between pleasure and the utter bliss of surrender, Furfur was brought back to earth when his restraints suddenly fell away and the gag was removed, along with the slick heat that had enveloped him. When he opened his eyes, Shax stood beside the bed, wings still on full display. She had rolled her skirt back into place and beckoned him with one finger, a sultry gleam in her eyes. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, still a bit stiff from being bound for so long.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Furfur murmured. He reached out to touch her, but she shook her head.

“No. You’re staying right there. You are not allowed to touch me, but as you’re so desperate, I’ll let you touch yourself. Show me what I do to you, how much you want me. But don’t you dare come without permission.”

“You’re destroying me,” he mewled, but seeing the utter happiness in Shax’s eyes filled his entire world. Knowing she would have taken him from Heaven herself, so powerful and fierce, and he knew he would have followed her anywhere.

The radio clicked on, and a soft jazz tune filled the air between them. Shax chuckled and turned, loosening the laces of her corset as she moved in time with the music. “Yes,” she said with a smirk, “that’s the point.”

He fisted his cock, still wet from Shax’s onslaught, as, one by one her clothes fell away. She danced before him, moving sensually as candlelight flickered over her naked skin. He gasped at the sight, moaning loudly when her fingers slipped between her thighs and she rubbed her clit for his eyes only. Shax bit her lip, keeping her eyes locked on him until he was desperate to come.

“Please, I can’t… I can’t…”

“Use your words, my pet.” Shax ordered, dipping her fingers inside of her entrance.

Mewling and squirming on the bed, Furfur finally managed to say, “Please… May I come, Mistress? Please.”

“Not yet, my deer. You’ll wait until I say so,” Shax teased, plunging her fingers in and out of her cunt, her wetness dripping down her thighs. She moved her hand to her mouth and slowly licked the juices of her fingers, making Furfur’s cock ache and throb in his hand.

With a wicked grin she stroked her body, one hand stayed behind, playing with her nipples, as the other slid down over her waist, until it was back between her legs, rubbing in circles as soft moans escaped her. Each time he neared the brink, and begged her for release, she eased him back, denying him, watching the strain ripple through his body.

“Please…” he begged again, trying to hold back his orgasm with all his might, feeling his balls pull up closer already.

“You’re in luck, I’m very close myself,” Shax husked. She moved closer, letting him feel her body heat without granting him the touch he craved.

Furfur’s release tore free the moment the command he’d been waiting for finally left Shax’s lips, “Come for me my pet, my heart, my sweet slave.”

“Oh, love,” Furfur groaned, as stars flashed before his eyes and white heat engulfed him. Hot spurts of come coated his hand and the bedsheets beneath when he heard Shax sweet cry of release.

Furfur came back to his senses, and Shax wrapped herself around him, legs on either side of his lap, holding him close in her arms, planting soft kisses on his head, his cheek, his lips. Then, a glass of water was shared between them. Shax drew him closer, his head against her chest as she murmured quiet praise.

Furfur shivered. The emotions, the love, the release; it all had been a lot.

“Let’s get you under the covers. Let me hold you,” Shax whispered. And they did, sinking into each other's warmth. Shax’s wings wrapped protectively around him. He felt safe, loved and utterly undone.

This was just the start of their weekend together.

Chapter 12: Feminization

Summary:

I loved writing this and it ran away from me. 1025 words, I didn't want to cut it. ❤️

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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Shax woke to the smell of freshly baked goods, smiling to herself when she heard happy humming and soft pottering coming from the little kitchenette of the flat. Then came the familiar hiss of the coffee maker. She sighed, feeling genuinely happy. She always did when Furfur stayed the night.

Slipping out of bed and into her scarlet robe, she found a basket of croissants (and one pain au chocolat) miraculously waiting on her breakfast table. Furfur knew what she liked. At first, she’d had trouble letting down her guard and allowing him to take care of her, suspicious of any kindness that didn’t come with a catch. But now, decades later, it felt like the most natural thing in her demonic world.

It had been a quiet morning—well, early afternoon. After enjoying their brunch, sipping the last of her coffee, flipping through Red magazine (despite the title, not one of her favourites), Shax came up with an interesting idea.

“I know that look.” Furfur remarked, peeking over the manual of another new camera.

“What look?” Shax answered, feigning innocence. “That one. You’re plotting something, and I’m about to regret it.”

“Maybe I am, but I think it could be fun for both of us.”

Furfur gave her a puzzled look as Shax rose from her chair, eyes flicking over him while she decided she needed to get him out of that boring pyjama as soon as possible. “Stay right there,” she commanded, walking out of the room.

“You’re not going to tell me what it is?” he called after her.

She laughed in response and heard a muffled “Guess not” as she stepped into her walk-in closet.

Going through her collection of clothes, thinking about which shades would best enhance Furfur’s complexion, Shax’s eyes fell on a vintage Dior from 1947. Funny, it was the same year they’d made it official. Well, between them, not to the rest of Hell.

But surely she couldn’t have him wear the iconic Bar Suit. The one she’d gone to such great lengths of temptation and bribery to acquire… No one knew the one in the Met museum collection was a replica and she had the real thing.

Or could she?

Shax turned and spotted the matching black hat, found at another auction. She picked it up and twirled it in her hands, imagining how her pet would look. Then she smiled, coming to the quick conclusion that she could do whatever she wanted. If only she knew where she left the gloves… Ah there they were, it was one of her favourite pairs. Soft black leather and after a few miracles they’d been as good as new.

Now for heels… She found a simple pair of black kitten heels at the back of her shoe shelf and changed the size to Furfur’s. She would adjust the clothes when she would dress him, not wanting to do more than absolutely necessary.

After picking out a sensual lingerie set that didn’t match the theme, but the thought of seeing him in it did things to her nether regions, she commanded Furfur to shower and present himself in it.

“You want me to wear your underthings?” he stammered, cheeks flushed as he held up a stocking.

“That’s just the start. Now go, let me prepare the rest.”

“Just the…? Y-yes, Mistress,” he gulped, though Shax had already seen the evidence of how much he liked the request.

When he finished and returned, she had everything ready, including the makeup, and Furfur shyly sat down at her vanity.

“Do you like it?” he asked softly.

Shax licked her lips, her gaze trailing over the chest hair that disappeared beneath the embroidered cups of the bra he was wearing. “Yes, you’re beautiful. Now, let’s turn you into a respectable lady.”

Furfur blushed and asked softly, “What’s next?”

“You’ll see,” Shax teased.

She styled his hair into victory rolls, then applied soft makeup to match the era.

“Even lipstick?!” Furfur’s eyes widened.

“Dior red, of course. It’ll look fabulous with your blue eyes.”

Furfur laughed, then obediently parted his lips as Shax painted them with a steady hand and a wide smile. The red truly brought out his features. She planted kisses in his neck and admired her work.

“It does make a difference,” Furfur said, a glint in his eyes, tilting his head as he admired himself in the mirror.

“We’re not done yet. Come.”

She led him to the bedroom, where the big mirror stood and the Dior Bar suit lay waiting. Dressing him in it felt exhilarating. The wasp waist and hip padding of the champagne coloured jacket transformed Furfur’s masculine frame into a sensual feminine silhouette, and she only needed to work a few minor miracles on the black skirt for it to fit perfectly. For the final touches Shax helped Furfur slip his feet into the heels, and set the hat atop his styled hair. The transformation was incredible and she melted at the sight.

“You look absolutely stunning, my pretty fawn,” she sighed, then teased, “Don’t you dare dress like this in Hell, though, I don’t want any competition.”

They both chuckled and Shax stepped away to retrieve Furfur’s camera.

“I’ve never seen you wear this,” Furfur said when she returned. He twirled in front of her, one hand holding out the skirt.

“It’s not exactly my colour,” Shax replied, adjusting the hat a little to the left. “But it’s the most iconic piece of women’s fashion from the last century, and I had to have it.”

Furfur looked down at himself, then back at her with a mix of disbelief and delight. “You’re going to photograph me like this?”

“Yes. Hold still,” Shax said, lifting the camera. The flash went off, and she grinned at the preview screen. “Perfect. I’ll put it on the wall, in a frame. Right next to my whip collection.”

“Oh, by Satan,” Furfur muttered, shaking his head, though the corners of his mouth betrayed a smile. “Well, before you do that… can this lady take you out to dinner?”

Shax laughed, lowering the camera. “Now, that’s an offer I won’t refuse.”

Notes:

You can find more info about the iconic Dior Bar suit here