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This story was written for Sigma. It contains M/Solo sexual acts, crossdressing, and hypnotic suggestion! :3

A Single Word

"I'll see you later, okay? You have fun."

Teake giggled as he kissed Sigma on the forehead, watching the cheetah tense up slightly as the antelope addressed him. It had been two hours since Sigma's hypnotic trigger had been activated, and it had yet to go off. The simple fact that Sigma knew it was there however, that there was some word in the English language that would cause him to react as he had been commanded without hesitation or any conscious control, was already driving the grey furred feline crazy. Placing his hands upon Sigma's shoulders, Teake gently turned his lover round on the spot and shoved him playfully forward, out of the door and onto the front step of the house. Licking his lips, Teake glanced up and down his lover's body.

The light summer dress Sigma was wearing clung to his figure perfectly, and the small pink purse slung over his shoulder only added to his cuteness. He looked so innocent. So dainty and adorable. The perfect young woman. The fact that beneath his pale blue dress's plaited skirt and within the cheetah's white cotton panties lay a semi-stiffened cock and a pair of warm, fuzzy furred balls was entirely irrelevant. Today Sigma was the trap to end all traps, and the very thought of how many straight men were going to be ogling his lover's ass, bare legs and flat chest was enough to make Teake want nothing more than to drag Sigma back to bed, and read the dictionary to him until he and he alone found the word that would make his mate lose all control.

Unfortunately, unlike Sigma, Teake had to get to work soon. So, with one final shove to the back of his lover's dress Teake pushed Sigma out into the world beyond the safety of their home and murmured a few affectionate words after him.

"Raspberry. Moist. Syrup. Pyjamas."

Sigma glanced back over his shoulder, one eyebrow cocked.

"Pyjamas? You think the word that was implanted, the everyday word I could hear anyone say while out on my daily business... is pyjamas?"

Teake giggled.

"Oh shut up. Go cum in your panties somewhere else."

The two lovers stuck their tongues out at one another, and both were laughing as the door slid swung between them. Sigma sighed as he turned back towards the outside world, and a slightly darker shade of red crossed his already glowing cheeks as he realised that now he really was going it alone. Heading out into the big wide world for a day of shopping and relaxation. And given how days like that had tended to end for him in the past... he had no doubt that whatever the word was, he'd find out before too long.

One twenty minute drive into the city later, and Sigma was beginning to wonder just how likely it was for him to hear the word in question. He'd been listening to the radio the whole journey, and hadn't even considered that driving whilst potentially listening to a DJ or singer call out the word he was so nervously anticipating had been a bad idea until he was almost at his destination. The fact he hadn't heard it though, the fact that in five or six songs and the gaps between them he hadn't once felt anything more than a twitch of excitement from his semi-rigid cock, made him almost a little disappointed. He thought maybe the hypnotist had played too safe, and given him a trigger word that wasn't actually that common after all.

Of course, the cheetah began to feel less certain of this once he got out of his car, out of the parking lot, and into the city centre itself. It was Saturday morning, and the shopping streets were packed full to the point where the pavements were almost overflowing. All around people were walking and talking. Chatting to the folks they were out with or to someone on their phones. Never before had the cheetah been so acutely aware of the thousand and one conversations going on all around him, and every word that was a part of them.

"No, really he said that she was going to..."

"...seven-one! I haven't seen such a pitiful performance on a pitch since..."

"Craig! Don't call your brother names."

"...so much, sweetie. Oh my god, I c-can't believe the wedding's next week."

"...fucking eggs on toast. Can you imagine? I mean..."

"Mom, listen. No. I can't. I'm sorry, but I'm in town and..."

"...the new NX controller. Such bullshit!"

Sigma was so overwhelmed by the number of conversations he was keyed into that he honestly had no idea which word set off the trigger when it happened. All he was able to do was veer sharply off towards the inside edge of the pavement, pretending he was looking into the window of the store he was passing as he placed one palm flat against the building's stonework for support. His eyes bulged. His toes curled down into the firm pavement beneath them, and though the plaits of his blue dress hid the bulge of his erection where it was constrained within his white panties, he still felt like the whole world was watching as his eyes widened, a deep rumbling gasp escaped his lips, and after less than five seconds of trembling build up Sigma felt himself starting to shoot hot ribbons of cum into his clean, soft cotton panties.

"O-ohhh... oh fuck..."

The pleasure was so pure and intense, it was insane. Sigma wasn't entirely new to hypnotism, but no matter how many times he experienced it, a hypnotically induced orgasm still never failed to take his breath away. Having your brain and body not just asked, but commanded to cum... it produced a degree of ecstasy unlike any other kind of climax. Lacking in the intimacy and tenderness of an orgasm coaxed from you by a lover, or even the fantasy of some intimate interaction during masturbation. But possessing a strength and wholehearted ferocity that couldn't be matched, as every thought process was commanded to focus on and make that cripplingly intense peak happen.

By the time he recovered enough to pull himself up straight, Sigma noticed that his paw against the store's outer wall had left several trailing claw-marks in the pale stone. He shivered as he turned away from the store-front window and took a shaky step, resuming his walk down the busy street. The inside of his panties were coated with his cum, and he could feel the warm, sticky fluid not just soaking through the white cotton but being spread and smeared back over his still erect cock and inner thighs, particularly the right one, given that was the direction in which his shaft was currently being directed by the tight confines of his now damp, stained underwear.

As he walked once more, trying not to giggle at the few looks he was receiving from people questioning his androgynous appearance or blush even deeper at those who were looking at him not because of his attire, but rather due to his flushed and wide eyed facial expression, Sigma desperately tried to figure out what word had triggered his climax. Of course he knew he couldn't just say words aloud and hope to find out for himself, it only worked if he heard someone else saying it. By the same token thinking the words didn't offer any help in figuring it out, so all the cheetah could really do was keep an ear out for words he remembered hearing before, around the time of his first explosive release.

About two minutes later, as Sigma found himself approaching one of the stores he intended to visit, he slowed his walking and moved back over to the inside of the pavement again. This time his desire to look in the window was genuine, the bookshop in question always having a large display of the titles they currently had on sale. He barely had a chance to read any of the books however, before a rather hefty polar bear in a suit very nearly sent the lithe king cheetah flying as he ploughed straight into the side of Sigma.

"Oh my god!"

Crying out in shock and embarrassment as he lowered the phone he had been texting on and reached out with his free hand to steady the staggering cheetah, the bear was clearly mortified to have been so careless.

"Oh god. I never do this. I don't text and walk. I... I mean... oh man, I can't believe I just ran right into you like that. Are you okay, Miss? I'm so, so sorry."

Sigma whimpered.

There it was. The word.

Sorry.

"It's... o-oh... it's fine. I... I'm... a-ahhhh..."

The cheetah couldn't get away. The bear's hand was still on his shoulder, the hulking, white furred male in his smart business suit looking pleadingly and thus directly at Sigma, clearly desperate to be forgiven for his clumsiness and carelessness. He was staring right into the dress-wearing feline's eyes as they fluttered and rolled back into their sockets, and uncontrollably Sigma staggered, stumbling straight into the male's powerful embrace as he felt his cock twitching, straining, and starting to cum all over again.

"Aaahhh... n-noooooo..."

Sigma whined in shameful lust as he felt his cock spurting and flooding his panties for a second time in less than ten minutes. His voice sounded so strained as he fought to hold back, but couldn't help moaning and shuddering with absolute ecstasy as he fell limp in the arms of the shocked, terrified looking bear. It was obvious that the polar bear had no idea what was happening. Not the slightest suspicion of he truth. What he believed was far worse. He thought he'd actually hurt Sigma. Thought that the cheetah was in pain before of the impact to his... or her, as far as the bear knew... delicate frame. And thus, the mortified male's reaction was obvious.

"Oh no. O-oh no... please, please don't cry. Please be okay. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

A strangled shriek escaped the cheetah as twice more in rapid succession, he came. Orgasm atop orgasm, pleasure building and overwhelming already intense and fevered pleasure. His claws dug into the bear's smart suit jacket as he flung his arms helplessly around the male in whose arms he was lying limp and trembling. He could feel his cum dripping through the now saturated white cotton of his panties, dripping down the insides of his legs and perhaps even down to the concrete pavement between his limp, trembling legs. He could feel his hips bucking uncontrollably in his multi-orgasmic madness, and mindlessly joyous wails and mewls ringing out through the street

And all the while, ringing in the cheetah's ears almost louder than his own frantic squealings of bliss, the voice of the horrified and guilt ridden man who had walked into him so carelessly. Unable to do anything but hold onto this young woman he had seemingly upset so terribly by bumping into her, while she clung and quivered against him in the most piercingly distraught sorrow he had ever heard. Nothing that is except try to comfort her with his arms around her lithe, shuddering feminine figure, and the constant string or murmurs to reassure her of his apology.

"I'm so sorry. Oh... oh god, I'm sorry. Please be okay. Sorry. Sorry. Oh no. Please, j-just calm down. I'm sorry."

By Jeeves