She's not the one who can't do anything human at all. I can't even sit on a couch. Aisha tested it. She picked me up and put me on the bed and I just climbed off automatically.
"Today is boring," Aisha moaned while kicking off her shoes. "Mew if you agree, Pussycat."
I just looked at her, unable to glare.
She leaned down and began to scratch my chin. I purred as a response, which made me feel embarrassed and caused me to purr even more. It wasn't even natural sounding, I was acting like somebody trying to pretend to be a sexy cat rather than an actual one.
The villainess who'd become my impromptu caretaker decided to take her socks off and I immediately cursed Flor for the thousandth time as my automatic response was to massage them, much to Aisha's surprise.
"Wow, that's different there, Pussycat. You found something you can do on your own?"
I cringed internally at how relaxed Aisha was over this. I'm naked on all fours slobbering over her toes and she's making jokes about it!
I looked up at Aisha as she looked at me like she got an idea, and somehow my eyes communicated the worry over whatever Regent's fucking ex was plotting to do to me.
She got up and removed her clothes. All of them. I simply sat up staring at her with a stupid grin on my face as Aisha got naked, and watched as she made a pillow with her shirt on the recliner and sat back down on it.
She widened her legs slightly and I crawled up.
I buried my face into her pussy and began licking like it was made of damn honey.
Wetness from my saliva became wetness from Aisha's juices as thin trails and pools of it began to drip and collect in my mouth and on my chin.
All I could do was smile happily and lick my lips. I hated the taste.
* * *
Day 3.
Aisha sat on the couch with her feet up while I spent the whole time engrossed with licking and kissing them. I couldn't stop doing so. My only respite came in the fact that she at least bathed regularly, and I'd gotten used to the taste of her.
My god, I'm remembering in detail how to lick her feet.
Aisha gave me a brief peek. "Hey, you seem to be getting good at that, Kitty."
I simply mewled in response, my body focused elsewhere as Aisha smiled.
"Welp. Time for din dins," she cooed as she got up and walked to the kitchen to grab two bowls of cereal and milk from the fridge.
She placed the one bowl with a spoon on the table and mine on the floor, without a spoon. Flor made it so I couldn't use my hands.
"You should eat."
"Meow." Thanks. I was starving.
My captor sighed at my response. "I can't speak Pussy, Pussy."
I couldn't do anything. Eventually I began to slowly lap it up. Aisha pulled my hair back to help me, at least.
* * *
Day 4.
I hissed as Aisha poured another bucket of soapy water over me. I was handcuffed by wrists and ankles and I still couldn't use my powers. I could barely control my own body as everyhing I tried to do triggered another of Flor's orders.
This gave me time to think. Aisha was really eager to help, but I had my suspicions it was because of the fact that Flor did this to me. One of the people she was meaning to focus on snuck out and turned me into a pet.
It still feels weird to me. I'm a pet. I'm Aisha's pet till Flor gets back.
Aisha stepped into the bath, wearing nothing for the sole reason that she felt that it would make me feel more comfortable. It didn't.
I can't help but stare at her as she sits on my lap, my legs feeling her wet skin touch mine. I felt her hand gently hold me up as she slowly scrubbed my stomach with a sponge, working upwards.
Aisha smiled at me. "It looks like you are a little hard, Pussy."
She began to scrub my thighs slowly after spending far too long with my chest, and by the end of it I was glad that there was water everywhere to hide my own.
* * *
Day 5.
We spent the day in routine. Breakfast. TV on couch. Imp does some phonecalls to her partners. Imp disappears. I spend the time alone doing nothing as boredom overtakes me. Imp comes back and we have dinner. More TV. Bathing. Bed.
I found myself staring at the door as I crawled about the house. Not because of any attempts to escape, but because I needed Aisha back. I couldn't do anything without her, and I had nobody when I was in the house alone.
The door clicked and slowly turned. Aisha came back.
"Did you wait? I went out and got you some stuff, cause y'know," she smiled. "You need something to wear."
I crawled over to her, hoping she wasn't going to leave me naked all the time. Aisha cackled in response, slowly dipping her hand down and pulling out a colar with a bell on it.
I purred and made many cat noises as Aisha began to laugh in earnest.
"Okay, now for your toy."
I knew it was going to be a dildo from the moment I saw the collar. What I didn't expect was a harness to hold it into me.
* * *
Day 6.
I'm enjoying this more than I can admit, not that I can speak. I had nothing since the golden morning. My parents had fled, I'd lost what friends I had and all I really lived on was what I could scrounge up from whatever muggers and rapists I could stop.
I knew that nobody would bat an eye if I was gone. Nobody was looking for me now.
Aisha was seated on the carpet, slowly rubbing my stomach with her finger idly while laying on an arrangement of pillows. She was practically glowing, and I was barely awake. All there was was the softness of the pillows, Aisha's heat, the tickle of her nail on my skin and her soft voice.
"Good kitty kitty," she murmured to me. "Good kitty. Good job." I shivered a little and purred.
She leaned over and picked up the dildo, making sure to pause as her breasts were over me.
I simply couldn't help it if I lightly slapped one of them. They dangled. She'd understand.
Aisha did understand. She gasped, looked at me and gave a sinister grin.
Taking the toy, she slowly slid it into herself, making it as wet as possible. Once the juices were thick enough to be mistaken for a coat of lamination, she threw it.
"Fetch."
I scrambled on my all fours and picked it up in my mouth, wagging my hips.
"Not like that," Aisha scolded. "The way I showed you."
I placed it down and took the toy into my mouth lengthwise. Aisha rewarded me for going deeper than last time.
* * *
Day 7.
"...And done. You can get up Shadow Stalker."
I slowly climbed to me feet, covering myself.
"Can I have my costume back?" I asked.
Imp cackled. "Sure, but you'd have to buy each piece individually."
I blinked. "I don't have any money, though. Just gimmie the clothes, okay?"
The villainess shrugged and handed me the pile of rags. I didn't like the patchwork repairs I did to the cape, so I made a note to buy a new one. I quickly found my underwear and began to put it on.
"If you come back and try shit again, Flor said she's gonna make you dress up like a French Maid and have you run about serving me all day." Imp warned, jumping to sit on the table. She began to idly kick her legs.
"She'll even make you call everyone Master or Mistress and she can even make it so you follow orders from the right person, like me."
I gave pause at that, halfway through putting my pants on over my underwear.
"I'm... I'm not under her rules right now, am I?"
Flor simply smiled at that.
"Don't come back, I might not undo it next time."
Somehow that felt like the opposite to me.
* * *
Day 8.
Flor was sitting in the back yard, reading one of Imp's classics. She was planning to read this one next and it was a fun game to subtly foreshadow events in the stories she was reading. She smiled when she remembered everyone suggesting Imp re-brand herself as 'Nobody' for the clean slate while she read the Odyssey.
They liked doing those sorts of things to Imp. Playing pranks and giving presents.
As Shadow Stalker made an entrance that was made to catch Flor and only Flor's attention, she smiled inwardly.
I get to give Aisha the greatest gift of all, she thought. And maybe it's one for Shadow Stalker, too.
Shadow Stalker's exposed hand reached out and Flor rolled her eyes as she tapped it.
"We weren't joking about the French Maid thing," she said.
Shadow Stalker faked her horror terribly.
God-Verse Omake
(Автор: DoggySoup)
Taylor swung her spear with intent to knock out her opponent's legs. Her sparring partner, Andrew, dodged backwards and swung upwards wth his sword, intending to finish the fight before his agile opponent crippled him. Taylor barely moved back in time and was merely cut in the chest, rather than the neck and chin.
She touched the thin cut and felt the blood on her skin and the rip in her garment. She grinned, and stepped forwards to retalia—
"Enough!" Bellowed the goddess who was observing. Everyone in the Winslow Arena knelt and faced her, her husband and the many servants who catered to them.
Darkness poured from their seats, knee high and almost like a liquid. The servants stopped before Taylor, The goddess looking down.
"General Hebert," she said. "Wash off that weakness and get changed. It's unbecoming of a general to bleed."
She turned to Andrew, her sparring partner. "Good job, Andrew. You've done well enough to have a child of the Light Priestesshood draw blood for you."
Andrew gulped at that mention. The Light Preistesshood, a warrior cult that was wiped out by the Iron Titans, like so many gods. The war against that monstrosity was nearly impossible, but earth survived.
Taylor was a General born of a General. A woman who was simply bred for war, for servitude to the gods.
Taylor got up and walked to the changing rooms, glancing at the Red-headed shade-bearer who stood behind the married couple; Brius, god of the Night and Hessia, Goddess of Taking Spoils. Their eyes connected, and Taylor smiled gently.
* * *
"I do not care for my followers," Maxwellium said slowly, "But they demand sacrifices. You know that, tarred couple."
The word washed over them like a punch to the gut. Brius and Hessia were always the black sheep of the Pantheon. Too violent, too seperate. Even gods got upset at all the little injustices they had to face, all the mortals who were afraid.
"But everyone is only sending one follower for Raphel's hunt! Why do we have to send two?"
Maxwellium glared that Brius. "Because there are two of you. You haven't even married yet, and the Oracle said that this is for the best."
"Damn the Oracle," Hessia cut in. "Damn her and the seer."
There was a tense pause.
"I'll send another. One of my own, as you demanded."
Maxwellium smiled. "Good."
* * *
"Albert, Emma. Come to my quarters."
The two followers quickly and silently followed their god and goddess, General Hebert at her side.
Hessia and Brius led the pair to the holy bedchamber, closing the door behind them as Hebert stood guard.
Taylor knew the doors were thin, but she knew not to react to what sounds would come out.
Hessia jumped onto the bed, giggling as Brius simply sighed and sat down.
"You've been selected," his wispy and indistinct voice said. "Raphel is having a hunt, and we selected both of you."
Emma and Albert tried their hardest to hide their subtle terror. Hessia did not like fear.
"As a pre-emptive reward, we shall bless you both," he smiled.
Hessia opened her robes to reveal that she wore nothing underneath, and so did Brius.
"Come," Hessia ordered. "Take your prize, drink, eat and then rest." The two followers shed their garments and crawled onto the bed.
Meanwhile, Taylor silently shed a tear. Emma was slow, she was weak. She wouldn't survive the hunt. Hessia wouldn't care that her General's long time ally and friend would die the next night. Not without help.
* * *
Emma was saved, but at a cost. Taylor failed to hide herself as she sabotaged the hunt and was caught with her spear stuck in the jaws of one of Raphel's children.
They were going to execute her. They were going to bury her alive along with the weak, sniveling girl she saved.
Emma simply hugged Taylor as both of them were shackled together in the Pantheonic dungeons.
"I'm sorry you did this," she sobbed. "You shouldn't have helped me."
Taylor simply smiled. She was too busy to be with her old ally on most days, but she was relaxed at the idea that at least they could spend time together as they died, grim as it was.
"I'm not," she smiled. "You know how awful it was being Hessia's general? Ugh. My mother never put up with that sort of stuff as Sabrinator's general."
Emma looked shocked for a moment.
"Oh Brius," the former general mimicked, "You are so big I can barely fit it all in! Oh wow thank you!"
Emma simply blushed and buried her face in Taylor's lack of chest, trying to hide the embarrassment.
* * *
They were lowered into the pit in the middle of the field slowly, both of them unable to escape. Eventually it stopped when they were down far enough for the grate to be lifted and locked in place, somewhat dulling the jeers from the crowd.
"They didn't even give us any last words," Emma mumbled.
Taylor simply patted the redhead softly, smiling down at her in the dark, cramped space. She pulled Emma close, smothering her.
Seconds later, they poured the spiders and scorpions in. They poured them thickly enough to cover the light above and the mass of stinging insects eventually filled the hole enough to reach the top and drown the screams of the occupants inside.
Hessia simply frowned as she sat on her chair in the pantheon. Keydanne's glow made it hard to look at her and Maxwellium. Dynatus leaned back in his throne of frozen time, while Rubis and Myessy looked uncomfortable. The last person to betray the gods was Anvus, and he was replaced by Wallista and Christ, the real toolmakers of the gods.
All was well as another execution was creatively devised by the Twins and the Oracle.
Then the bugs attacked. With that, Heebree, the Goddess of Plagues was born.
* * *
Maxwellium grabbed the Oracle and flung her into a wall. She bounced off the floor and groaned weakly.
"You didn't tell me this would happen!" he screeched.
"New gods aren't something I can predict," replied the oracle as she picked herself off the ground. "All I knew was that the Black sheep would be humiliated, not how!"
A wall of metal erupted, pointing at her neck.
Maxwellius snarled. "Don't you pretend you didn't plan for this."
"I'm not," the Oracle stated firmly.
Maxwellium sighed, closed his eyes and turned to leave.
"By the way, the chances you live through this year are 25.564 percent."
