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STUPID CUPID by Throne
There was a whole flock of them, flitting around high above the city.
They were cute little cherubs, their wings flapping as each one checked
the bow he carried and the quiver of arrows slung over his bare
shoulder. They had blond curls and wore modest diaper-like garments.
All of them appeared about the same except for one. It was Kelvin, an
inexperienced and rather confused Cupid, who was obviously confused and
kept going around in circles. Several of the other flying figures
watched him, smirking and shaking their heads. One of them fluttered
over to him. It was Carl.
Cupid Carl said, "What's the matter. Today's the big day. V-Day.
Aren't you ready to bring love to some lucky person?"
"I guess," Cupid Kelvin answered uncertainly.
"Didn't you go to that website I told you about? The one that has all
those stories that show how people get into relationships and
everything?"
Kelvin's blond eyebrows went up and his plump face was made over by a
smile. "Yeah, I did. Fiction Maniacs. I never knew human romance
could be so... interesting. I mean, I thought it was all hugging and
kissing. But what I read there was like -- WOW."
"And now all you have to do is take what you learned and put it into
action. I mean, you did requisition some of those extra powerful magic
arrows, didn't you?"
"I did." Now Kelvin was positively jubilant. "The ones that can make
people do whatever they need to so they can attract the right partner."
"So there's nothing to worry about."
"Okay. Thanks for that pep talk, Carl. I was so afraid I'd mess up
somehow. That I might get someone into the wrong sort of relationship."
"Nonsense, little buddy. Now go down there and get busy. I know
there's some guy just waiting for you to work your magic on him."
As Kelvin began his descent, Carl returned to the group he had been
with. He looked at them and rolled his eyes. "That Kelvin is a prize
idiot. He honestly thought what I had him reading on Fiction Maniacs
was all about normal boy and girl hook-ups. Now he's going to find some
poor fellow and put him into exactly the wrong kind of situation."
They all laughed. Below them Kelvin was alighting on the roof of a
ritzy apartment building. Directly beneath him there was a super-
expensive penthouse, where a fancy party was in progress. He made
himself invisible and used his powers to pass through the ceiling and
into the main room. Glancing around, he saw a guy who looked perfect.
He was slim and had rather fine features for a man. His pale hair fell
to his collar. Kelvin drifted toward him, took one of his arrows, and
notched it to his bowstring. Then he took careful aim. He'd always
thought that the heart was supposed to be his target, but after reading
those informative stories he realized that he should be aiming lower.
So he pointed his arrow toward the guy's crotch. Next Kelvin remembered
one story that had been particularly interesting and concentrated on
it's most compelling aspects. He could feel what he was thinking as it
flowed into the arrow. When he released it, the shaft flew straight to
its recipient and lodged painlessly between his legs.
The man's eyes went wide. He stood there taking deep breaths. A sexy
woman came over to him.
"Are you all right, Arnold?"
"Sure, Selina." He looked at her shapely figure, shown off by a curve-
hugging dress. "It's just that..."
His attention drifted. For some reason he found himself less interested
in his desirable wife and more focused on Barry, a guy she'd dated
before she married Arnold. He kept staring at the tall attractive man
while Selina tried to puzzle out what was happening. Then Arnold shook
his head to clear it.
He told his wife, "Um, I'm going into our bedroom for a minute. Be
right back."
As soon as he left, Barry sidled up to Selina. "What's with your loser
husband? Looks like he's proving what I always said. You got hitched
to the wrong guy."
"Did you see how he was eyeing you? It was almost... sexual."
"Tell me about it. I mean, you know me. I'll do it to anything that
moves. Male or female. But Arnold never showed that side of himself
before. At least not to me. Did you ever catch him acting sissy?"
"No. I mean, he was never macho. Not by a long shot. But this was the
first time I ever saw him, let's say, undressing a guy with his eyes."
"He's the type that might get a response from that, too. I mean, his
looks are kind of gender non-specific. Sort of in-between. So maybe
he's finally getting in touch with his sissy side."
"It's possible," she allowed. "I mean, he's no great guns in bed. Not
with his tiny dick and the way he pops off as soon as..." She realized
she had said too much and put a hand over her kissable mouth.
"Not to worry," Barry reassured her. "I won't tell. I might take
advantage of his pansy tendencies, but I won't blab it around. On the
other hand, if this is enough to convince you that I'm the better
choice, you know what we can do about that. Remember what it was like
when you were single and we dated."
She sighed wistfully. "I have missed that. But I always felt loyal to
my husband. Now, if he's going all swishy on me, well, that's a
different story."
"Exactly. That would make it okay for you to do whatever you please."
Meanwhile, with the magic of Kelvin's arrow doing it's work, Arnold
found himself in the bedroom, rapidly undressing. Once he was out of
his sport coat, dress shirt, and tailored slacks, he stood there in his
jockey shorts. Then he decisively stripped out of those as well.
Standing naked in front of the full length mirror, he examined himself
critically. Though he didn't have much body hair, it suddenly seemed
wrong that he should possess any. Rushing into the adjoining bathroom
he took his wife's electric razor and made a quick job of shaving his
body until there it was smooth all over. When he rechecked himself in
the mirror it was somehow gratifying. At the same time, he had to
wonder why his thinking had abruptly changed. What was making him
picture Barry in his mind, dwell on his masculine assets, and imagine
what the bulge in his crotch would look like when uncovered?
Arnold took one of his wife's perfumes, sniffed the dispenser, liked
what he smelled, and sprayed it here and there on his body. Then he
went into her dresser and found a pair of stretchy bikini panties.
Those would look terrific on him. He slid them up his shaved legs and
delighted in the sensations as they stroked his skin. Then he tucked
his undersized genitals down and back before snugging the panties up the
rest of the way. Once more examining his reflection, he decided that
this was a good look for him and pink was his color. But he didn't want
to be too obvious about his new self image. So he found some slacks
that were tight enough to show off his buns, and a pullover shirt that
would call attention to his trim upper body. He slipped his feet into
casual shoes and was ready to return to the party.
But wait. He needed something else. Arnold brushed his hair and used
one of Selina's products to maintain its new fullness. Then he
considered lipstick but decided that was too bold. Instead he settled
on clear gloss, which he applied generously to his mouth, enjoying the
sweetness he tasted. Now he was truly and fully ready to rejoin his
guests. Arnold moved among the partygoers, vamping all the men and
acting like a kindred soul to the women. No one was quite sure what to
make of his odd behavior. There were muttered comments and secretly
exchanged glances.
Barry leaned toward Selina and said, "I knew he couldn't hold his
liquor, but I guess this time he overdid the champagne and got in touch
with his sissy side."
"This is humiliating," she responded. "Seeing my spouse gadding about
like that. Everyone will go home thinking he's coming out of the
closet."
"And they might be right. Whatever he's trying to do, like I said, it
gives you free license to have your own fun. Preferably with me."
At the same time, Kelvin was congratulating himself on the fine job he
had done. Arnold was behaving just like one of the characters in those
wonderful stories. Despite the Cupid's previous doubts, it was going to
be a highly successful Valentines Day.
The guests began to depart. Soon there were only a few left. Barry
blocked Arnold into a corner so he couldn't further embarrass his bride
as she said her goodbyes. The husband didn't seem to mind. After all,
he was alone with that dreamy man. But as the final couple left the
party, Arnold's curious emotions began to fade. Kelvin sensed it
happening, but wasn't quite sure how to deal with it. He tried to
remember what it said in his Cupid Manual. While he was thinking,
Selina gave a fresh glass of champagne to her husband and Barry laid his
big hand on the smaller man's shoulder.
"I saw the way you were ogling me," Barry said. "And I know what it
means."
When Arnold turned questioningly to his wife she said, "It's okay, dear.
I've had my suspicions about you for a while. It'll be good to get
everything out into the open."
"But I'm..." Arnold began. "I don't really..."
There was still enough arrow magic at work that he couldn't say what he
wanted to. Then he remembered what he had on under his slacks. His
hand went self consciously to his crotch.
"Oh?" said Barry. "Something going on down there? Don't be ashamed.
We're all friends here. You can do whatever you please. And so can
we."
Barry took Selina in his arms and hugged her close. She turned up her
face and Barry kissed her gently on the mouth. When Arnold didn't
object, the second kiss was much longer, with both of them parting their
lips. Selina felt Barry's muscular tongue in her mouth and she melted
inside. With a will of their own, her hips ground against his. Arnold
could only stand by and watch, strangely aroused.
Kelvin circled slowly around above them. He couldn't wait to tell the
other guys how well he had done.
Barry reached out with one long arm and drew Arnold into a group hug.
Then Selina stepped away. As the magic continued to subside, Arnold
shuddered. Yet he was far from out of its spell. His hand went down
and he fondled Barry's crotch, finding that there was plenty to back up
that bulge.
The commanding man took Arnold's wrist and clasped Selina's hand. As he
walked the two of them across the floor he said, "It's time to move this
three-way to the bedroom."
Arnold was panicking inside but couldn't stop the forward momentum that
was propelling him. Once they were in the bedroom, he opened and shed
his shirt and then, shyly at first, but with mounting eagerness, removed
his pants. He stood there displaying his hairless body and the pair of
his bride's seductive panties he wore.
Barry said, "That settles it. We now have a man, a woman, and a sissy."
"Well," Selina decided, "if he's going to be one, he should look the
part all the way."
She led her unresisting spouse to the dresser where her cosmetics were
arrayed. Using the full arsenal at her command, she transformed his
face into a mask of femininity. When she showed him her handiwork in
the dresser mirror he gasped. Arnold had been slowly regaining his
masculine self but seeing what she had done reversed that. Now it was
as if he really was this other person, unmanly and interested in Barry.
He looked longingly at the bigger man, who came close and ran his big
fingertips over Arnold's nipples. Quivering and weak in the knees,
Arnold sank down until his face was level with Barry's crotch. Selina
helped the man she had formerly dated to get out of his clothes. When
Barry was naked, Arnold found himself gaping at his old rival's cock,
which was massive. Barry put a hand on the back of the kneeling man's
head and moved his face forward until his lips touched that warm length.
Without thinking, Arnold kissed it, waited a beat, and then gave it a
long lick.
"Well," Selina said. "That decides it. Tonight I'm all yours, Barry.
And so, apparently, is my husband."
"Agreed. He's really getting busy down there. Why don't you give me a
nice deep kiss to seal the deal? After all, you won't want your tongue
in the sissy's mouth after he's been sucking cock. Speaking of
which..." He looked down . "Get the head between your lips, Arnold.
Or let's call you..."
Selina suggested, "How about Arlette?"
"That's a good one. You heard the lady, Arlette. And you heard me.
That's a good girl. Suck the knob. Now swirl your tongue around it.
Take a few more inches."
"Jeez." Selina shook her head. "My sex life with him is over."
"Nonsense. I'm sure that if he can gobble cock this well, he'll be
great at eating pussy."
"Oh, Arnold never does that."
"But Arlette does. Lose your dress and panties, then sit on the foot of
the bed." He reached down and tapped Arnold on the shoulder. "Time to
switch. Shuffle over to the bed on your knees, sissy. Get your face
between those perfect thighs as soon as she sits down. You can do for
her snatch what you were just doing for my prick."
Arnold appeared momentarily disappointed to lose that gorgeous piece of
man-meat, but as his wife hurriedly got undressed and took her position,
his attention shifted hungrily to her. He got into position and began
lapping. Barry sat next to her to caress her substantial bust. They
locked lips and ran their hands all over each other.
Barry told their sex slave, "Switch back. My rod is feeling neglected.
But lick my balls first."
Selina observed, fascinated, as her husband played the total sissy
submissive. She said, "Whoa. What a complete turnaround. But don't
let him finish you. I want that big shaft all for myself."
"But if he takes a mouthful of spunk, then he'll officially be a sissy
and can never pester you for sex again. We can make these get-togethers
a regular thing. Besides, don't you remember? I'm good for two times a
night. But after I unload my balls once, the next one lasts so much
longer. Therefore..."
"I get the benefit if Arlette there gets a bellyful of cream. Okay.
But I want to help you get off." She took hold of his long shaft, her
fingers not able to completely encircle it, and began slowly pumping.
To her spouse she said, "You keep sucking the head, sissy."
Arnold experienced deep shame. He shouldn't be doing this. He was
straight. Yet it was like he was under some sort of spell. And the
more he acted this way, the harder it would be to ever convince her to
return to their old lifestyle. Already he feared that Barry would
become a permanent part of their lives. Selina kept stroking that
impressive tool. Arnold dreaded what was sure to happen soon. He was
repulsed at the thought of ingesting the contents of Barry's heavy
balls. Even so, he couldn't keep himself from suctioning the head and
swirling his tongue around its wide corona. His wife's hand action
would soon push Barry over the edge.
Kelvin was in Cupid heaven. He was making THREE people happy. What
could be better than that? He wished he could become visible so Arnold
could thank him. The lucky fellow must be so thrilled.
Arnold was absolutely not thrilled. He was humiliated. The indignity
was overwhelming. His wife's hand moved faster. Barry grunted.
Suddenly there was warm liquid filling the newly minted sissy's mouth
and running down his throat. He couldn't believe that he was kneeling
there, in his own bedroom, hairless and looking so girly, his tiny dick
throbbing, while he sucked a superior man's cock and his wife massaged
it. Arnold gulped down the enviably large load and felt sick as he did
it. He was disgusted. But his little penis, hard and pressing against
those snug panties, said otherwise.
After it was all over, the happy couple stretched out on the bed side-
by-side. Barry invited Arnold to put himself between them. The husband
did it with mixed feelings. Barry began to rub the front of his
panties. Selina toyed with his nipples, which proved to be very
receptive. Arnold writhed between them, unable to stop moaning, aware
of the feminized spectacle he was making of himself. They laughed at
him and teased him about how he had just been initiated into his new
sissy life. And what a good BJ he had given. Before long Barry was in
the mood again. He made Arnold kiss the tip of his cock and then
Selina's clitoris, before consigning him to the spot he had recently
vacated, on his knees at the foot of the bed, with a worm's-eye view of
what was about to occur.
And occur it did. For the next hour the pair on the bed had animated
noisy sex. Barry was a master cocks-man and paced himself expertly,
giving Selina two loud orgasms. At the end he delivered a third, also
letting himself finish. She bucked during her climax and he rammed home
until she was thoroughly satisfied. At last they lay there, spent and
happy.
Barry said, "All right, Arlette. Time for clean up duty. You can start
by lapping up that mess I made in my woman's puss. Then you can get
your talented tongue busy on my cock. It's so nice to have a sissy in
the bedroom."
Kelvin silently agreed from his spot above them. He had done his job
perfectly. Now, just like the guys in some of those stories on Fiction
Maniacs, Arnold/Arlette would be able to spend the years to come as a
devoted sissy bed slave, used and abused, mortified and yet turned on by
his mortification. Those funny humans.
The floating Cupid was already thinking ahead to doing more good for
another lucky subject next year. Who might it be that time? Hey, maybe
he could find one of the readers of Fiction Maniacs and do something
equally exciting for him. Maybe even for someone who was reading
Kelvin's story -- which he had magically compelled an oddball writer to
type up and submit -- at this very minute.
*********
(Just a bit of fun for the holiday. ENJOY. And let me know what you
think. You can check past February listings to find other Valentines
Day tales I've posted.)
Kierra
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