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Cat Burglary (Story)
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This story features magical coercion and some questionable initial consent, so heads up if you’re not into that kinda jam.
Also, the ending may “Sound” like a bad end, but it’s more of a temp job. Protag does a few months before returning to his old life, with a bunch of lewd memories to jerk off to. It’s merely “IMPLIED” that he stays a slutty maid forever. Don’t worry!
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Niles was hungry. Anyone who knew him could tell by the way his tail flittered back and forth behind him like an impatient suitor. But he wasn’t in need of food; he ate well most nights on the dime of the rich merchants he ‘bumped’ into in the markets. He didn’t yearn for pleasures of the flesh either; he had no trouble finding partners who found his fluffy ears and confident demeanor attractive. No, his hunger was for something deeper. He had a powerful, abiding craving for a new score. A new challenge. A new way to prove his worth as the greatest thief in the city! He’d had already taken silks out of the Prince of Chrysoprase’s own bedchambers, he’d pried gems from the Astral Mural in the Temple of Syrinx, but there was one bragging right he’d never managed to nab:
An item from the Tower of the Witch.
On this side of the Jewelled Sea, the many rival city-states that controlled the trade often employed the services of powerful magic users, lured by the coin of their wealthy princes. One city may see the rise of a rival and want to strand their trade fleet with a harrowing tempest, or ravish their crops with swarms of locusts. This threat mandates a standing watch of an opposing magical user to safeguard the city from magical malefactors who would threaten its prosperity. Chrysoprase was no different, and its defender lived in a spectacular tower in the Highlands. There, in the city’s redoubt for the wealthy to congregate and leer down at their lessers, would be his next score.
Getting into that part of the city was a matter of confidence, not guile. The closest thing to a constabulary Chrysoprase had were the Gemwatch: a kind of professional militia that did the bidding of the Prince and whatever other lackeys curried favour. Their predominant role was to keeping the riffraff out of the Highlands, both to keep their patrons ‘safe’ but also so that the well-to-do wouldn’t have to rub shoulders with the plebes they ruled over.
Niles had a cape, doublet, trousers, and scarf for such an occasion. Though worn at the edges, he could pass for a well-travelled merchant with enough swagger in his step. The satchel slung over his shoulder had seen better days, but Niles had nicked a bundle of fragrant spices from a merchant vessel lying low in the docks and stuffed them at the top of the bag. A princely sum, all things considered, for such a simple ruse. A bit like a set of golden lockpicks to get into a box of haberdashery. But he could easily sell the spices on his way out of the district. Perhaps even to the person they were headed for in the first place.
“You going somewhere, catboy?” one of the guards asked with a sneer. He glared down at Niles from his opalescent helm, his polearm’s butt lifting from its well-worn rest in the cobbles.
“Out of my way,” Niles shot back with a flip of his hand. He forced his accent from the clipped vowels of the street to the rolled r’s of the Western Reaches. “I am late for a pressing appointment. The Maroni family is having a banquet and they simply must have this jamoron before it withers!”
The guard scanned him up and down like a nearsighted Beholder. Then, just as the first bead of sweat was about to trail down Niles’ neck, the Gemwatch goon sniffed the air. Sharp, pungent aroma made him wrinkle his nose. He stepped to the side, allowing Niles access to the stairs leading into the rich part of town.
He got away with it. A casual deception, but enough to give him a spike of euphoria. His fluffy ears twitched, his performance of an annoyed patrician blossomed into a wide grin. There was a twinge of the good boy he once was, recoiling at disobeying authority. But getting one over on someone in power was a vice, and Niles was a hopeless addict.
He prowled the highly trafficked areas of the district, hoping to hide himself in the crowd. Thanks to his diminutive height, this was easy. And he was by far not the only felician; trade had made the city rich, so its streets were a cosmopolitan blend of peoples in sailing distance. This was an easy place for cutpurse work if he needed a few silvers, but his lofty ambitions kept his frisky fingers in check.
Before he could start, however, he needed two things: the dark of night, and some space to equip himself. A small home off the market street belonged to a merchant who, one of his informants had whispered, was ‘indisposed’ with a pair of admirers for the night. They wouldn’t be back until well after dawn, giving Niles plenty of opportunity to avail himself of the solitude and quiet offered by the home’s walled garden. He set the satchel down amongst the blossoming flowers, carefully set the spices aside, and started yanking out tools, dark clothes, and vials of mysterious coloured fluids...
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Darkness fell in just over an hour. He waited two just to be safe, his eyes seeing well into the dark thanks to his predatory heritage. Otherwise he might be lost amongst the winding streets, with the only illumination on the streets being oil lamps in windows and the occasional passing torch of a soldier of the Gemwatch.
The tower was easy enough to find. Aside from the Prince’s keep, it was the tallest thing in the city. A sheer alabaster tower stabbing into the sky, coming to a conical roof to drive the blade allusion home. No windows until the very top, where a violet glow shone bright in the darkness. A daunting prospect, just the right thing to sate his need to prove that he really was the very best.
Finally at the base of the tower, Niles withdrew a single vial of purple liquid from a pocket in his soot-stained cowled tunic. He downed it in one gulp, wincing at the abhorrent taste. Spider’s Grace had bits of its namesake in a mana-conducting suspension. Though it wouldn’t be making its debut as a flavour enhancer any time soon, Niles could feel the spell burn itself into his body in mere moments. He tested the wall with a bare hand. The tips of his fingers clung to the surface, yet pulled easily when he willed his hand to move away. After a few assurances that it could hold his weight, he wrapped the rope from his pack around his shoulder and began the ascent.
Speed was of the essence, and he scrambled up the wall as fast as he could. Though he was sure his alchemical preparation would hold him if prepared correctly, the purity of ingredients was always a risk one had to factor in. Especially if your life was dependent on the magic continuing to work with consistent effect. Too strong and he’d be stuck on the wall until the spell failed. Too weak and he’d slip and put real test to the old adage about cats and their nine lives. At this point in his thieving career, he was pretty sure he was down to his last few.
Halfway up the tower and his limbs ached. Holding up one’s weight was just one of the many things you got used to as a second-story man, but the climb’s length seemed almost unnatural. He’d focus on his efforts for several minutes, look up, and see that he had scarcely moved. A pit formed in his stomach. Some kind of magic, he reasoned, though his muscles sang like he had been climbing the whole time, not just made to believe he had. He pressed on, however, undeterred by any tricks the witch might bring to bear.
Finally, blissfully, he reached the sill from which the glowing light emitted. With a last burst of effort, he hauled himself up to a sitting position on the ledge and let out a breath. Longest climb of his life by far, but he had made it. Thankfully, the potion had held out. It wouldn’t be long before its effects would flicker and fade, leaving him to seek a more mundane way to get down.
The glass he leaned up against seemed mundane, though the eerie purple glow made seeing through to the other side impossible. He spent a good five minutes with an ear pressed to the glass. If there was someone on the other end, they would have made a noise that he could detect. A footstep, the scrape of a pen on parchment, even a heartbeat if the person was big enough. Sufficiently assured that the other side of the window held no immediate threat, he extended the claw on his index finger. As part of his plan, he’d carefully sharpened it to an almost vorpal point. After making sure it hadn’t chipped in the journey up the tower, he pressed it to the glass until it bit in, then traced a long, oval shape in the glass. The discordant squeal of slicing glass made his sensitive ears flatten in distress. He winced, keeping his focus to make sure the cutting didn’t stray.
The cut reached the entry point again. The moment of truth. He tried his fingers to see if they still held a little bit of the Spider’s Grace. His fingertips latched onto the glass with just enough force to let him slide, ever so carefully, the cut section of glass out of the hole. It left the pane with a satisfying little pop. He set it to the side and, caught up in the moment, shoved his feet inside inside without looking first.
As his boots hit the floor, he was suddenly very grateful there was a floor at all. The room was enormous, far bigger than what could be fit in the simple geometries of the tower’s walls. A cavernous, vaulted ceiling loomed overhead, held up by giant pillars of sculpted marble in the shape of dragons twisting around each other. Spread between the pillars stood several dozen display cases arrayed in a spiral. Inside, Niles traced his fingers along the glass, eyeing the objects within. Some were gold or silver objects, or piles of gems, items of obvious value. Others were more esoteric. Ancient tomes bound in dragon scales, goggles with a bizarre arrays of lenses, and a piece of a tree that looked like it had been turned to stone were but a few of the items within. He deeply want to stuff it all into a sack and leap out immediately. But there was one item that he simply had to have first.
Dominating the room, drawing the eye toward it wherever you looked, was a crystal.
On its plinth in the centre of the room, it was the source of the mysterious purple light. On closer inspection, Niles realized it wasn’t solid consistent light, rather it was pulsing in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Like the heartbeat of a sleeping giant. Roughly the size of his fist, it had been cut into a vaguely square shape. A Princess cut, he remembered his fence telling him. Niles could only speculate on how big the gem had once been in its natural state...and what a price it would fetch on the black market.
Niles crept closer, drawn like iron filings to a lodestone. He ignored the easily accessible wealth in the cabinets around him. He could get that later. The gem waited for him, eager to be plucked by someone so bold as he.
A thump in the distance. He froze, ears perking up to sense the sound’s direction. Whatever strange geometries allowed the room to exist played tricks on his normally acute senses, leaving him dumbfounded. Regardless of what it was, time was of the essence. He reached for the gem.
The moment his finger brushed its surface, he was flung backward. His back smashed into one of the display cases, sending shards of glass and wood in all directions. His back ached from the impact, but he didn’t feel any critical injuries. Dazed, but still with enough awareness that his entrance had been announced with cacophonous fanfare, he decided that discretion was the better part of cowardice. Grabbing a handful of coins from the shattered remains of the case that had halted his fall, he uncoiled the length of rope around his shoulder and tossed the majority down and out the window. The other end he tied around the closest of the pillars. With his gloves on, he could slide down the rope in a fraction of the time it’d take him to climb down. The knot secured, he was about to do just that.
But to his surprise, the rope untied itself. He tried again, tying one of his best knots. But whatever he did, the hemp seemed to have a mind of its own. A cold realization dawned on him. He looked up.
“Rope tricks,” a sultry feminine voice began from the large wooden doorway, “Are one of the first things they teach you in magic school.”
Before he could make a dash for the window and a frenzied leap with hopes that his Spider’s Grace was still working, the hemp lashed itself around one of his arms. This knot wouldn’t give, and as he pulled at it with his free hand, that too was bound up. The rope looped around his back and caught his ankles, dropping him to the ground on his side. By the time in finished tying, he was bound up like a game animal, helpless and vulnerable.
The voice gave a mirthful laugh, stepping into the glowing light of the crystal. Her obsidian hair flowed behind her like underwater cloth, her skin the colour of dusk stitched with pinpricks of light forming freckles in the shape of strange constellations. As she grew closer, Niles realized she towered over him. Easily two metres tall, or maybe a bit more. If he hadn’t been restrained, he might have been frozen in place in awe...or turning tail to run even faster than before.
“And who might you be, young felician? I don’t remember inviting you into my abode.”
Niles attempted to control his breathing and arrest his panic. He remembered all the times he’d bamboozled people in authority. What was a witch’s magic but another form of muscle?
“Let me go! I’m warning you; my father is a powerful man!” he lied.
“I doubt you know the meaning of power, Niles Calico. Or where your father even is.”
His jaw hung open. “How...h-how did you-”
She rolled her eyes. She spun her finger in a circle and a swirl of strange energies floated in the air around her.
“Again, I’m a witch. Selene Stormbreaker, to be precise. Figure it out.” She looked past him to the crystal, still waiting on the plinth. “Do you know what this crystal is?”
Niles pulled at the enchanted rope. If he could distract her long enough to get the knife out of his boot...
“It’s some magic bauble that’ll fetch a good price at market,” he replied, still feigning a mix of arrogance and outrage.
A slight smile crept up her face. “You’ve got spirit. I like that. And you’re quite right, of course. At least about the magic part. It is a Binding Stone. Witches like me use it to leash a creature into our power to serve as a Familiar.”
“Trust me, we won’t be getting any more familiar as soon as I break out of this.”
She exhaled through her nose. “A Familiar is a magic user’s reservoir for energy, our mana bank. We have our own natural capacity, but it helps to have a reserve to call upon in times of need. It’s magical of course, but without a host it’s little more than a mana detector, glowing in the presence of the flowing currents of magic. It’s been sitting in this room for years while I wait for my Familiar to appear, but…” Her voice trailed off, her lips moving without sound. Then, a flash of insight crossed her expression. “I’ve been waiting for one to just fall into my lap. Perhaps it just did. Would you by any chance be interested in a career change?”
His tugging at the rope redoubled. “Like hells I am. I’m not going to be your...your potion bottle!”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. First we’ll have to figure out if you’re even capable of holding such power.” She twirled her fingers, and a burst of sparkles popped up and dusted his body. They suffused into his clothes. Before he could mock her for an impotent display, he felt his shirt rustle as if in a breeze. His belt unlatched itself, allowing his pants to jerked themselves down, draggin. It was as if his clothes had minds of their own! No matter how much he flailed, the garments simply wouldn’t stay on his body. In less than a minute, he was naked before the witch.
Niles was furious. Moreso that his body was betraying him, as during the impotent struggle against the binding rope, he could feel himself stiffening. But it wouldn’t do to show how vulnerable he felt. Instead, he aimed to turn it against her.
“Like what you see?” he sneered. His body was all lithe muscle, with occasional scars and bite-marks from where failed ventures had left permanent marks on his flesh. Like most of his kind, he had very little body hair, smooth of skin below the eyebrows right until a little tuft above his modest asset. Selene traced her finger from the nape of his neck down to his navel, making him involuntarily shiver.
“I do. Quite the morsel that’s fallen into my lap. Plenty to work with. But first, let’s get you squared away. Normally, I’d make you a collar or a necklace, but I have a feeling this might be a more appropriate form of binding.”
She reached out for the gem, which flung into her hands from ten feet away. Placing it just above his pubic bone, the gem felt unusually warm against his skin. White light flashed, glittering through its many facets and causing him to avert his eyes. By the time the sunspots faded from his vision, the gem had ceased to be a cohesive object. It unravelled as if made of a bundle of crystal twine, long strands winding their way down and wrapping themselves around his genitals. Held still by the rope, he was helpless as they encased his penis in a shell that rapidly returned to a crystalline rigidity.
“What are you doing?!” he asked, mask of bemusement slipping entirely.
“Well, Binding Stones keep Familiars obedient. I could have made obedience feel like a delicious meal, or praise from someone you care about. But I much prefer the idea of...” She patted his crystal cage, watching it wiggle pack and forth. “Rewarding you with this little thing. Cum is little more than a storage system for life magic, after all.”
Niles’s cheeks burned. He wanted to tell her that she was wrong! But he knew the lie was written on his face. As she stared, he felt his body betray him once more. The crystal around his cock pulsed gently, and a tiny bead of precum slid out the tip.
“Oops! Can’t have you wasting that wonderful mana.” She snapped her fingers, and Niles felt the cage around his cock shrink. Closing in around his sensitive flesh, he cried out, the sensation between pain and pleasure in a way he’d never experienced before. As the cage’s size reduced, a thin filament of pink crystal peeled away from its surface. It wrapped around itself into a bulbous shape on a strange hilt, like a sword in a mummer’s pantomime. But as the thin, rose glass took shape, Niles realized he’d seen something like that before...in the halls of his favourite high-class brothel.
“Ah, you recognise this,” the witch said, making Niles aware his mouth was hanging open. “Then you know where it goes~”
He trembled. “No, that’s...that’s far too big!” he said, shaking his head. But the heat in his face betrayed his words. His cock dripped again, but this time, nothing fell out of the cage. Instead, the plug developed a light glisten. A tiny trail of clear fluid slid down the side, and with a gasp, he realized where the moisture for that sheen had come from...it was his own cum. The two toys were linked through some witchery!
The plug moved of its own accord towards his rear. The rope lifted him onto all fours, assuming a wide-legged stance. He knew what was coming, and had to stop these perversions before they went too far. Feeling the press of it against his backdoor, he braced himself, squeezed down as hard as he could. To his great relief, the plug didn’t make it any further. A minor victory, but he felt a small shade of that victory thrill that had driven him for so long.
But if Selene seemed disappointed, she didn’t show it. “I suppose that’s to be expected. I bet I can help ease you into being my plugged puppet, but first…” She lowered herself til she was on all fours in front of him. It was the first time he got a clear look at her face; she was beautiful, strikingly so. The looks that would make you wish you could be on her arm. Or at her feet. He shook his smitten feelings off. More witchery, it had to be! He jerked his head to the side, but she pinched his chin between her fingers and made him face her once more.
Gods. She was so beautiful.
When she moved in for the kiss, he didn’t resist. It was gentle at first, but she grew bolder. He thought about responding in kind, but her force of will kept him on the receiving end. The witch pushed her tongue into his mouth, claiming it. Her spit tasted so fucking good. He barely noticed that her tongue was far longer than normal, dancing close to the back of his throat without ever touching it, coating the surface area of his mouth with her saliva. It tingled.
Selene pulled back, leaving him to savour the fleeting sensation. Something felt different about his mouth…
“You can feel something different, can’t you? What I’ve done to your tastebuds? There’ll only be one thing that’ll taste as good as my kisses now.” She swiped a finger along the side of the drippy plug and, after feigning another kiss, stuck a pre-cum covered finger into his mouth.
Bliss. An explosion of perfect oral pleasure.
Niles sucked her finger clean before realizing what had just happened. As his lips popped off of it, he stared at the glistening digit and whimpered as he put together the implications from what had just happened.
Then, before she could drive the blade home, he felt the ropes undo themselves. At first he thought it might have been a mistake. Something that she’d lost control of. But her expression remained the mask of mock pity that had assailed his self-esteem this whole time.
“W-what game are you after?”
“It’s a part of the ritual. To have a Familiar, it must bind itself to me willingly. If you would like to refuse, you may go.”
He eyed the door. “No traps?”
“No traps, locks, sigils, servitors, or transformative gas. Wait…” She marched over to the door, swirled her hand in a complex symbol, then came back. “Okay none of that now. You can leave by the staircase and never return again. No ties, no cage. I’ll even reverse all the changes I’ve made to your body so far!”
Niles knew this was some kind of trick. But...he had to take it. He couldn’t dive to his death out the window, he’d have to take the stairs down. He gathered up his clothes in his arms and, rather than bothering to put them on, shuffled over to the door. Part of the way, his feet locked up. The taste lingered. Memories of the orgasmic experience tugging at him as surely as the magicked rope had.
“Oh? Forget something?” she teased. He willed his legs into motion, but they refused to budge. To leave would deprive him of that simple, carnal pleasure once more.
“It’s not fair,” he muttered. He tried to focus on his goals. His desires to be the best thief in the city! But in his mind, the images of fame and glory turned to debauched tableaus. Of sucking and moaning and squealing and squirting. Debased, animal joys removed from his higher brain functions. It could all be his. All he needed to sacrifice...was everything else.
“I...damn you!”
“I can’t hear you~”
He buckled, visibly deflating. “I wish to become your Familiar.”
“And my slutty maid.”
“...and your...your slutty maid.”
She wiggled the drooling plug in between her fingers. “Mistress.”
“Mistress!” he shouted, reaching for the plug. She laughed and let him have it. He shoved it into his mouth and sucked down his own seed, letting the impossibly good flavour wash around his mouth. Before long, though, he’d run out of that tasty, tasty flavour.
“Want more?” she asked rhetorically, then held up two fingers pointing upward. “Sit.”
She wanted him to degrade himself further...to be the one to impale himself. The cum had all been licked clean from the plug. He wanted more. He needed more! And the only way to get more was…
Niles sat down, pulling his cheeks apart to let her fingers slide in. Like a guided spell her fingertips locked onto a sensitive patch of skin inside his ass, and soon the drizzle of thin cum had resumed.
“Taste all that tasty seed? That’s the reward for obedience. The more you obey, the more you can cum. Why not turn everything you don’t need anymore into more cum? All your ambition? Let it fill up your balls. All your resistance? Let it drool out your nub. Any thoughts of disobedience? Slurp it down and let it settle in your stomach. Nothing but listening, obeying, and cumming for you now.”
Niles bounced on her fingers, fucking his own ass down onto them. It felt both humiliating and exhilarating to give himself over completely like this. Her fingers twitched on occasion, mixing it up and goosing more fluid from his cage and basting his tongue. It tasted so good. Why would he ever leave?
“Go ahead and cum whenever you feel like. No sense holding back, since you’ll never need to stick your cock in anyone ever again. Be my obedient quick-shot servant, won’t you sweetie?”
He obeyed. It was all he could do. With that same tangled mix of shame and pleasure and came in the most pathetic way possible. He whimpered, his caged cock twitching and spurting. But instead of spraying out into a submissive puddle, all that thin cum flooded from the tip of the plug he was fellating. Frustrated with how good his own cum tasted, he nevertheless obeyed his new urges, gulping greedily from the toy.
“Perfect! I believe the plug is sufficiently lubricated now.” The witch plucked it from his quaking fingers. This time, he didn’t try to resist. As soon as the drool-covered tip slipped inside Niles’ tight ass, he knew his world would never be the same. His eyes, previously half-lidded in a blissful daze, shot wide open. His tail and ears both perked up, and he let out a sound between a cry and a moan, one completely unrestrained by any hint of shame. The crystal cage around his aching cock glowed, though it let nothing leave. A warm dribble inside told him just where is cum had gone. Anything he shot would end up spilling into his own ass. Disgusting. He came. Humiliating. He came again. Perverted. He came even more. How much cum could his tummy even hold?
“Good boy!~” Selene said with a laugh. “You’ll barely need any training. But I still think we’ll start with something small, giving you a chance to rest...say, some new attire?”
***
Gora the Enlightened doffed her heavy cloak onto a hook by the door. A heavy rain had inundated the city of Chrysoprase, a result of the resident Witch deflecting a summoned tsunami that was to sweet away the docks. It had slowed her journey to this part of the city, but she was in no danger of being waylaid by the kinds of rogues and cutpurses who made quick work of those seeking shelter from the damp weather. Nobody knocked over an orc mage, or at least, nobody ever tried twice.
A slight felician figure emerged from around the corner, tail swishing. Clicking forward on ruby heels, their gender was ambiguous, though leaned toward the feminine. A sheer version of a maid’s ensemble showed off a purple chastity cage, which jiggled as they approached. Most unusually, they sported a prominently curved belly, somewhat approximating a gravid female of their kind.
Before Gora could get a closer look, the servant slowed to a halt. Their eyes rolled back in their head, their body quivered, and a stifled moan spilled out of their plump lips. Despite the obvious signs of an orgasm, nothing dripped from between their legs. Instead, the cage pulsed with light. The mage reached out with his senses to see that the cage was linked to another toy inserted in the little maid; the cat was inseminating themselves, adding to what could only be a belly full of retained seed.
“Are you finished disgracing yourself?” she asked through feigned offense, though in truth the display had been thoroughly humorous. She’d have to get herself a felician plaything herself.
“I beg your forgiveness. W-welcome to Mistress Selene’s tower!” the servant said, their smooth legs still quivering as they gave a little curtsey. “Unfortunately, m-my lady is detained keeping the city from flooding. Your patience for the next hour or so will be appreciated.”
Gora grumbled under her breath. Demon’s Eyes, an hour? How was he expected to wait that long?
The maid dipped their head, their face turning a beet red. “I...I would like to offer my services to keep you entertained. I am bid to obey your every command.”
The mage looked them up and down. They really were quite fetching. Gora undid her robe, button by button, revealing an enormous bulge in a pair of trousers.
“Very well. I have an excess of mana to release. Kindly relieve me of this burden.”
She thought she heard the servant whimper, but in moments their knees were bending. A pair of nimble hands fished her cock out into the open. As their mouth opened to taste her throbbing green head, their cage pulsed again.
“ I guess what they say is true,” Gora said with a cruel laugh, “Cats really do make the best Familiars.”
