AN: SMUT. This chapter is GrellXUndertaker. Please note that Grell is transgender; though she feels a woman, she has a man's body. I refer to Grell as "she" but everyone sees her as a man. Enjoy and review!

For anyone who doesn't know, "neko" is the japanese for "cat", "nyah" goes for "meow" and "-sama" means "master"

Undertaker gets bored… chaos ensues!

Chapter One: Rainy opening (wild Grell-neko appeared!)

The night was fairly too chilly for the season. A cold, merciless winter wind blew across the empty, misty streets of London, tearing the city's permanent fog to shreds, and a heavy thunder every now and then forebode the hugest storm of the year so far.

Grell Sutcliff wandered her way across Whitechapel's worst alleys (which is to say quite a lot in fact) cheeks and shoulders bleeding, as did her mouth and nose, all the way down her chin, without the distressed shinigami doing the smallest effort to stop it, after Sebastian had quite violently rejected her for the umpteenth time. Why was it that Sebastian could beat a Death Scythe with a few silver forks and knives? Perhaps because Grell allowed him so; yes, somewhere deep inside she knew it was her weakness what made her unable to properly fight the demon. She sighed. All she had ever asked for was an owner –yes, she was exactly so, a stray, ownerless pet wandering lonely, and she wanted somebody who would hold her, and feed her, and screw her, saving her the trouble of thinking. Obeying, that was what she wanted, and what she longed for was a master that would grant her orders to obey.

Grell hadn't even noticed it had started raining a quarter of an hour ago, and kept on wandering, soaking, with boiling, salty tears concealing themselves in the rain that washed her face.

MEANWHILE…

An extremely bored Undertaker sighed out his shop's window in despair. Crap. He was bored enough to have been doing "little experiments" with his hair. Why that gracious child didn't come to visit him in those rainy, lonely evenings? Or why didn't his handsome butler, who could do extremely well in such a situation…? He remembered another rainy day, almost a hundred years ago, with a narrow, prude student and elite-member-to-be, oh, how extremely fun it had been to break in him, and how he had tortured his partner about being this or that when he'd slept with one of his teachers!

Undertaker tilted up his head, like a curious dog who's found a bird. Something beneath his window suddenly seemed to him extraordinarily tempting. That man-woman was always 'lone, wasn't "she"? Hum… it would be quite easy to wear off his boredom with such a strange piece of craftsmanship as that was…

A huge, perverse grin formed on Undertaker's lips as an equally perverse plan started to take shape in his mind.

MEANWHILE, AGAIN

Grell stopped a second, just to catch her "breath" and looked around, frowning.

How on Earth had she ended in front of the Undertaker's?

The door flung open, and in the light rectangle projected from inside, stood (strangely without his eternal hat, with his hair and fringe pulled into a long ponytail that made him look incredibly authoritative and sexy) the very owner of the sinister shop. Grell gulped. Had she just thought Undertaker was sexy?

'Are you lost, little kitten?' the silver-haired man asked, tilting his head aside and smirking. Grell looked around.

'Are you talking to me?' –she asked, unbelieving.

'Do you see any other soaked cat around here?' Undertaker asked, leaning against the threshold. 'Here, do come in; else you'll catch a cold.' He turned and waved, inviting her inside.

Grell only hesitated for a moment.

Inside the shop it was surprisingly warm. Grell peeled off her soaked coat, revealing a damp white shirt that was completely stuck to her skin, silhouetting the shinigami's lithe body, nipples showing through the fabric, erect. Undertaker's awfully perverted grin grew bigger.

'Oh, little kitty, you are wounded… I must heal you.'

He walked towards a flushed Grell and started to unbutton the aforementioned shirt, making her blush. He breathed over the cold-blue nipples, making the redhead shiver, and then took off all of Grell's clothes, leaving her completely naked in the middle of the room. Humming softly, he headed to a near coffin-shaped dresser and took out a few things.

First, he towel-dried the redhead thoroughly, and put a couple of high-heeled laced-up scarlet-red bootees on her feet that lit a spark in her eyes. He then made-up her lips the same bright red and carefully lined her eyes in black. Grell was charmed as Undertaker held her head and brushed her red mane back before he'd put her a couple of black cat ears and fastened a black leather and silver belled collar around her slender, pale neck.

'You're so beautiful, my kitten…' the new master stated, holding Grell's face between his hands and planting a hot, wet, deep kiss in the okama's made-up mouth. When they parted, he said: 'I love so much to see you with a smudged mouthful of makeup like some cheap whore…'

Undertaker leaned in and kissed her again, deeper this time, fucking his mouth with a huge serpent tongue, lowering Grell to all fours.

'My, my' he stated, holding Grell´s member in his hand 'just a couple kisses and you're already this hard and dripping wet?'

'Yes, Master' Grell panted, desperate 'I'm such a slut, Master…'

'You shall have to help me, then' Undertaker said, getting rid of his robe and shirt, and pushing the redhead's face to his bare chest.

Grell pursed out her tongue and licked his master's nipples, and lowered down; reaching the fastening of his pants he looked up to her master's face.

'You may', Undertaker allowed, and Grell, who yearned for no more, tore it open and engulfed his whole length in one single move.

Undertaker fisted the redhead's hair and fucked her mouth and throat until Grell almost choked on his huge member. While doing so, he pulled out a couple of furry black handcuffs and chained Grell's hands together at his back. Grell moved her whole body back and forth, handcuffs jingling, unable to pleasure herself, growing harder and harder and dripping wet on the floor, pushing herself to have his master's whole length and babbling something that sounded much like "more… more, I want more, I want my master wholly, more…" She ceased talking to be able to swirl her tongue in circles while deep-throating her master.

'Y-you're so good, kitty.' Undertaker gasped. 'What are you wanting now…?'

'I want my master's cream in my mouth' Grell managed to pull out.

'If that is so, then you shall have it…'

Upon hearing that, Grell pushed herself even more forward , holding even her master's balls in her mouth, pushing forward and forward, sticking her tongue out to push on his perineum, and Undertaker clawed his hand in Grell's hair and came, saying

'Don't let a single drop fall, neko…'

Grell was more than happy to obey.

Undertaker pulled her up by the hair and made her stand, then slid a black and red cock-ring on her, before he'd smash her against a wall.

'You're such a bad, whorish kitten…' he whispered in her ear, licking her earlobe, while Grell shivered. 'Y-yes-s-s', Grell panted, 'I'm a hungry pussy, master… I have been fed' –she licked his lips– 'and I still hunger for more…'

'Pussy shall be fed… But first, you must be punished for having lost your tail', Undertaker grinned.

'My ta…? AH!'

Grell left the question hang in the air unfinished as a black riding crop landed on her milky bum.

Undertaker raised it again and hit the okama's right buttock once, twice, three times, four, again, again… Grell panted, sweated, groaned, she screamed when the black leather of the crop hit her, leaving thin red stripes on the deadly pale skin. Grell's cries of pleasure made Undertaker grow hard quickly again. When he'd "warmed up" her right buttock for 13 times, he switched side and hit another 13 times her left one. Grell's butt soon looked nearly as red as her hair.

'Nyyyahhh…' the okama meowed desperately. 'Master, I'm such a slut… just h-hit me where I've lost m-my tail… because I-I want to be fed… unnhh… your pussy wants to be fed, Undertaker-sama…'

'Where you have lost your tail…' Undertaker hissed, and parted Grell's buttocks with his hand, to hit her right in the middle for seven times.

Grell screamed, twisted her body, yelled and moaned; she'd lowered himself putting her ass up, head against the wall, biting her lips until she bled, her muscle ring looking like a swollen, bright red rose.

'On all fours, and head against the wall, slut', the silver-haired man ordered, and Grell slid down to the floor, forehead against it, hands still tied to her back, offering her asshole to that man… 'I have found a substitute tail until I find yours again.'

'I want it, Undertaker-sama, you don't know just how much I want it, how I need to have a long, wide tail back there… how, how I've missed it…' Grell slurred, almost incongruent.

Undertaker gave no warning. He didn't try to prepare Grell, to work her up a bit.

He simply impaled her on his whole, huge length.

Grell screamed really, really loud, and started to ground her hips, fucking herself on Undertaker's huge cock.

'Wa-ahh… I love my tail, master… give me more, more, more! Ah, it hurts, it hurts, but pain, pain is part of my pleasure… I'm such a slut, Undertaker-sama, I enjoy this pain, I love it, this fire, uh, i-it burns! I feel it… I feel it hard and hot up my ass, I love you tearing me, ripping me, ah, ah! Fuck me harder… harder, harder, more, Under-sama, unh, how I've missed my tail! Push further, harder; tear me apart, in two!'

'Meow' Undertaker ordered, and Grell meowed hysterically, like a crazed, seasoning cat.

'Nyah… nyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Master please! I-I feel it burn, it's melting, it's going to burst, my… my…' Grell stopped, blushing brutally, ashamed. How could she admit she wanted to be touched in that part of her that shouldn't even exist? And yet, didn't her master deserve complete abandon?

'Say it.' Undertaker whispered in his ear, biting his earlobe softly and licking it. 'Beg like the little slut you are, neko…'

'My cock is about to burst, Undertaker-sama' Grell surrendered, her cheeks burning and tears in the brim of her eyes 'because I, I want to come so badly, please Master, let me come and then fill me, fill me inside with your wonderful cream…'

'So would you do anything if I let you come?' Undertaker asked, terribly satisfied.

'Anything and everything, Master, I'm your whore, your slut, your toy, I'll be glad, so glad to do anything!' Grell howled, at her limit, sounding much like a mere animal.

'You will be my pet from now on, Grell-neko… and you will never lose your tail again.'

'Yes Master' Grell gave out, whispering, the final surrender, and Undertaker took the ring off and pushed all the way in, out, and in again. Grell held back only a couple of thrusts more, and came wildly and yelling, tightening her ass up, what triggered Undertaker's orgasm.

'Wha-what about my tail, master?' Grell gasped after a while, when her breath returned to normal, while she was lying in one of the coffins, with a lot of thick sperm mixed with some blood still dripping out of her. She raised her head to glance at her master.

Undertaker grinned horribly.

'Uh-oh…'

To be continued…