"Teddie Training: Orientation" has erotic content and is intended for those 18 years of age or older who are not offended by erotic content.
Note: Teddie Training is related to the novellas Emperor's Desire and The Teddie

Teddie Training: Orientation
by Kate Hill

TEDDIE: Totally Erotic Discipline Develops Instant Euphoria

It was a fairly new technique among Aspectians, inspired by their interaction with humans and the introduction of their strange but sexy undergarment, the teddy. Though females practiced the art, males used it more often as foreplay, particularly when they mated with human lovers.

Most human females seemed to enjoy slipping into a living, pulsing garment, having it hug their every curve and delve into their most sensitive crevices. It was both erotic and comforting to wear their lovers and most Aspectian males wouldn't hesitate to oblige. When done properly, the teddie provided limitless pleasure for both partners and since human women fascinated Syl, he wished to master the teddie technique.

Of course this wasn't the sort of shapeshifting skill parents would teach their children, nor was it something that was part of school curriculum. To learn the art of the teddie, one needed to seek out a reputable teacher in the underground and there was no better place to find one than in the heart of the old city of Aspectia.

One of Syl's friends had recommended he take private lessons with Princess Laine. She wasn't a princess in the traditional sense of the word. The woman wasn't even of royal blood, but she was one of the most highly skilled pleasure shifters on the planet. In order to train with her, Syl waited on a list. The desire to learn the teddie technique burned inside him so strongly that he almost lost patience and visited another teacher.

Almost. Something about Laine drew him, and not just because of her reputation. When he'd traveled to her pleasure house in the heart of Aspectia, he had seen a painting of her in the office where he'd applied for lessons. It was done in the traditional Aspectian stylea colorful cloud surrounding a pair of eyes. The eyes of Aspectians always remained the same, no matter what shape they took. Laine's eyes were large, slanted and the most beautiful amber color he'd ever seen. He longed to see those eyes in person.

Finally the wait ended. Syl once again traveled to the pleasure house where he was taken to a tower chamber and stripped of his clothes by an employee wearing the shape of a lizard woman with delicate pink scales. The woman told him to wait outside the door. Laine would summon him when she was ready.

Syl stood, trying to appear nonchalant. Difficult when his heart pounded from anticipation and his cock twitched to life whenever he thought about those sexy amber eyes. No doubt the woman who owned them was irresistible. He intended to thoroughly enjoy this training.

The door opened and a husky female voice said, "Come in, Syl."

He stepped inside and the door closed behind him. His bare feet sank into the thick lavender carpet and he inhaled the sexy aroma of incense. The soft lights had a faint pink tint. Yards of fabric scattered about the roomdraping the delicate chairs and gilded tables and littering the floor. As he walked, the material caressed his feet. There was silk, velvet, satin, soft cotton and many others.

"Sit on the bed," continued the voice.

Syl obeyed and strode to the bed covered in white satin sheets. He sat, enjoying the feel of the material against his bare ass.

"Where are you?" he asked, sounding deliberately calm. "I'd like to see you."

There was silence for a moment, then he heard the electronic slide of another door across the room. Syl's breath caught at the sight of Laine. Whether or not she wore her true form he wasn't sure, but this form was unbelievably pleasing.

She was tall and curvaceous, with full breasts, the long pink nipples exposed through cutouts in her lavender nightgown. Her pale, rose-tinted skin was a luscious contrast to her long black hair that hung in soft waves down her back and over her shoulders. She had long legs and a trimmed thatch of black pubic hair peeking through the sheer fabric. The toenails of her bare feet were painted glittery purple, as were her long, square-tipped fingernails.

She gazed at him with those beautiful amber eyes, the lashes so long they cast faint shadows on her cheeks. "Hello, Syl. I'm Princess Laine. Welcome to my house. I hope you will find my lessons enjoyable as well as helpful."

"No doubt I will," he said and stood. He took a few steps toward her, then stopped.

Though she wasn't a real princess, there was something regal about her. She was completely unlike he'd expected her to be.

A faint smile touched her full lips and she gestured toward the bed with her hand. "Have a seat. It's time for orientation."

He grinned. "Orientation. I like the sound of that."

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye as she swept past him and picked up several pieces of fabric draped over a chair by the nearby vanity table.

Syl lowered himself onto the bed again, his heart still beating fast. Just looking at her inspired an erection the size of a flagpole and at the moment he didn't care. She was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. He'd come here because of his interest in human females, but now he began to see the true beauty of his own kind.

Laine joined him on the bed. She sat so close to him that her thigh brushed his. Unable to resist, he placed a hand on her knee and gently caressed her leg. She didn't stop him, even when his hand slipped into the slit in her nightgown. He resisted the urge to groan with pleasure at the sensation of her smooth, bare flesh against his palm. Her thigh was warm, inviting. The urge to squat between her legs and cover her thighs with kisses almost overcame him. He longed to run his tongue over the plump, pinkish clit poking through her nest of pubic hair.

As if sensing his control was about to slip, Laine grasped his wrist and guided his hand away from her. Their gazes met and he saw a flicker of lust in her eyes. Of course it was her job to look as sexy as possible, even to appear as if she enjoyed the touch of her clients and students.

He wasn't stupid enough to think he was something special, yet he couldn't help hoping she found him attractive as well.

"As with other shapeshifting techniques, the most important part of the teddie is learning to duplicate the fabric. Undergarments can be made of many things, however most human females seem to have a preference for satin and silk, especially when lovemaking is involved. Here. Feel." She held out a piece of smooth yellow fabric.

Syl took the fabric and ran his hands over it, learning its pattern and texture. He explored it as he would any other object he wished to become.

After a few moments, Laine said, "Change into it. Don't attempt to take the shape of an undergarment yet. Just become a piece of fabric like this. Learn to appreciate its qualities."

Within the space of a few breaths, Syl changed into a piece of yellow satin. It felt a bit strange at first. He was accustomed to taking less pliable shapespowerful animals, fast vehicles. Solid, virile shapes. This satin seemed so. . . feminine.

As if reading his mind, Laine said, "Remember, this technique is meant to arouse your lover. She will be wearing you and she wants something soft against her skin. At least at first. When the time comes, you will become hard in all the right places. But that is for another lesson. You may change back now."

Syl returned to his man form and Laine had him change into several other types of material. Finally, after he took the shape of a piece of lavender silk, she picked him up and draped him over her breasts.

Even in the shape of the material, Syl felt a rush of passion like he'd never experienced before. He rested upon her big, beautiful breasts. Her stiff nipples poked against him and he pulsed all over with desire.

"It's all right to be aroused," she said. "This is meant to bring pleasure to both partners. Just remember to control your desire. Don't rush anything. Now, try to hug my body. Fit your shape to mine."

Syl had never been this aroused in his life. He felt like a young man fucking for the first time. Still he did as she instructed and moved slowly, keeping his desire in check no matter how difficult it was. The last thing he wanted was to make a fool of himself in front of her.

In the form of the silk, he wrapped himself around her body, pressing gently against her breasts and around the curve of her belly. He began to vibrate a bit, hoping she enjoyed it as much as he did.

So close to her, he felt her heartbeat quicken and her nipples harden even more. After a few moments, she sigheda distinct sound of pleasure. If he had been in his man form, Syl would have smiled.

"Yes, you're very good at this," she breathed, her eyes closing. She arched her back, as if trying to press her nipples closer to the fabric. He vibrated faster over them and felt her tremble. He couldn't keep from slipping between her legs. The pulsing silk dipped partway into her pussy and he nearly exploded with passion. She was hot and drenched with desire. The damp silk explored deeper and she throbbed around him.

"Oh yes," she panted. "Good. Very good."

When she came, he climaxed as well, his silk pulsing in time with her throbbing body.

For several moments after, they remained on the bed, Syl draped loosely over Laine. Then he shifted back to his man form and stood in front of her. She gazed up at him and reached for his hands. Their fingers entwined and for a long moment neither spoke. A strange but wonderful feeling washed over Syl and he smiled.

Laine stood and caressed his face. "Orientation is over. You did remarkably well, Syl. Practice shifting into satin and silk, then return to me at the end of the week and your real training will begin."

He watched her leave the room and when she was gone a feeling of longing almost overwhelmed him.

Soon after, the lizard-skinned woman stepped in with his clothes. Downstairs, Syl scheduled another class with the receptionist who sat behind the desk in the spacious pink marble foyer. Then Syl left for home, his thoughts filled with the irresistible Princess Laine.


Copyright 2008 Kate Hill