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Feral Fetish

Chapter 2

Meeeoooow

Kaiba closed his door and chirped the car closed. He loosened his tie on his way into the mansion and removed his jacket, draping it over his arm. He collected the mail by the door tidily placed in two separate piles: one for him the other for Isis. To say the least he was surprised to find her stack still neatly present. Usually she would have collected her mail and would be found thumbing through it now. Glancing at the clock on the wall it was a little after five so he supposed she was simply running late.

He snorted at the idea. He really hated the idea of Isis working overtime of any kind. Why was the museum keeping her more than usual? She had explained a shipment for a new exhibit had been coming in and she was strong in inventory situations, but other people worked there other than herself. Luckily he could sympathize since he understood what it was like being the only qualified person for such a seemingly simple task. Despite his distaste on the situation he preferred her tucked away behind a desk than in an underground tomb. So he couldn't complain too much. At least she was safe.

Shifting through his mail another time, he finally made his way upstairs and opened the door to the bedroom. Darkness overtook his eyes and he made his way across the room to click on the standing lamp in their sitting area. He entered into the closet and put his things away; opting for his slacks, socks, and un-tucked dress shirt. He moved back into the sitting area and sat down opening his letters and reading through charity requests, bills, and even a postcard from his brother who was off at college in America.

He began different stacks of what was important and what needed to be shredded on the coffee table. Leaning forward to place the postcard aside he heard a soft sound. It was almost barely there. Kaiba scanned the room and noticed the sheets were rumbled and following the trail of water-falling sheets, he found Isis' work clothes on the floor. Was she home? He got up and set the rest of the mail down and stood where her clothes lie on the floor. Picking up the garment he eyed the shredded blouse and pen stripe skirt.

"Isis?" Now he was worried. Where was she and why were her clothes destroyed? Better yet, who destroyed her clothes? Looking around the room he heard the soft sound again and looked where the bathroom door stood slightly ajar. "Isis?" At the second call he heard the sound again accompanied with some shuffling and a soft moan of discomfort. Narrowing his eyes he went over to the side table by the bed and pulled out his Tokyo Marui-Sig Sauer P226 pistol. He cocked the gun and very cautiously moved into the bathroom.

The door squeaked open and he flipped on the mirror lights. There in the bathtub was Isis. She was lying in her underwear, strewn across the marble, looking quite unreadable. "Seto? What time is it?" She sounded groggy with sleep.

Kaiba looked at the woman as if she had asked an unreasonable question. He set the gun on the counter and sternly asked, "What are you doing in here?"

"If I were to say I didn't know, would you believe me?"

"If only you accompanied that statement with the confession that you went drinking after work." Kaiba moved over to the side of the tub and looked down at the disheveled woman. "Or smoking meth in an alley; why are you sitting here?" He crossed his arms inspecting her further.

"Would you also believe me if I told you I couldn't get out of the tub?" Hesitantly she extended her hands, "My equilibrium is off."

"Your sanity as well." He took her hands in his and pulled her onto her feet. As soon as Isis was up she began to wobble and he quickly wrapped his arms around her midsection. "Seems you weren't exaggerating." The skin of her waist was warmer than usual. He inspected her face and found a light sheen of sweat along her forehead, "Do you have a fever?"

"I might?"

Kaiba really wanted to know what was going on. Isis wasn't acting herself. She was lacking balance, feverish, groggy, and just as perplexed over being in the bathtub than he was. Putting the evidence together he diagnosed a possible inner ear infection. He could remember one summer Mokuba had gotten one. He'd been dizzy thus throwing his balance off, feverish and muddled in the mind the whole week he was sick. At times he would answer questions that hadn't been asked or even say random things. He guessed she was suffering from the same symptoms.

"Isis, does either of your ears hurt?"

"It's strange you would ask for they feel like they're burning. Not to mention my hands and lower back are burning too."

Kaiba made a noise of acknowledgement and looked down at the tub. Maybe a bath would sooth her body. Perhaps that was even the reason she came into the bathroom, and was so sick with fever, forgot why she came in. It was a stretch but he was willing to go along with it since whenever Isis got sick she often got stranger than usual. She wasn't use to being sick considering where she lived the majority of her life; underground. She hadn't even gotten a cold until she fully surfaced at the age of sixteen. So since she wasn't used to being sick, she didn't take medicine well. Maybe she had taken something and it wasn't reacting well now? Shrugging away the possibilities he went to handling the here and now.

He allowed her to lean against him while Kaiba reached down and turned the facet. As soon as the water sloshed down into the tub, Isis jumped up hissing. She locked her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. "Isis what the hell?" Kaiba stumbled backwards and landed against the vanity. Isis was still tightly wound around him. She was now nuzzling his neck and making a weird noise. "What are you doing?"

"You smell really good Love." Isis looked up at Kaiba and gave his neck a small nip.

"What the hell has gotten into you?"

Isis stopped herself mid half-bite and stared at the fabric of his collar. "I'm just…tired." Slowly she loosened her hold and slid back down on her feet. She would have toppled over but Kaiba grabbed her biceps and supported her stance. "Sleep…now."

"I won't argue with that." To say the least the brunet was becoming more anxious with how severe and progressive his girlfriend's condition was. He promised himself to call Dr. Nakamura in the morning to get a full accurate diagnosis and any needed prescriptions written. But for now he would let Isis sleep it off as much as possible. He led her out of the bathroom and helped her into bed. As soon as she hit the pillow she was asleep. He had never seen her fall asleep so fast.

Usually if one of them was sick, the second healthy party would opt to camp out in one of the many guest rooms. However Kaiba didn't like the idea of leaving her alone; he'd take his chances sleeping in the same bed. The CEO entered into the closet and disrobed completed before putting on a pair of pajamas and went to brush his teeth. He entered back into the main room and finished going through his mail. After taking the needed items to his office to be shredded, he checked a few things regarding Kaiba Corp. and by midnight he was ready for bed. When he came back into the bedroom he found Isis sleeping with her feet to the headboard and her head hanging off the end of the bed. Oddly enough she looked more than comfortable. He ignored it further and climbed into bed eventually falling asleep.

The Next Morning

Only what felt like moments later, Isis slowly opened her eyes. Glancing down she found her body in a fetal position at the end of the bed. She was beyond confused of the events the night before. The whole time she had felt she was in her body and had watched everything that occurred, but had no control over her words or actions. Except for one; she really did hate water at the moment. Frowning she remembered her boyfriend's face and knew she needed to appease his doubts.

She took a gander at the clock on the side table and found it to be a little after seven am. Snuggling more into the sheets she was happy to find her body feeling normal; she still felt a little warm but it was a comfortable temperature. Her aches and pains were gone, and her brain didn't feel as foggy. Her vision felt better if not even better than before. In-fact, as she looked around the room and everything seemed more defined, vibrant, and understood.

Getting up she crawled on her hands and knees and arched her back yawning. She extended her arms before her and pulled her bottom back, scratching at the bedspread as she elongated her back. She gracefully leapt off the bed and landed on all fours. Pausing in her actions Isis realized something was very wrong. Why was she behaving as a…cat? Suddenly it all made sense and she quickly stood up to only wobble. Her balance hadn't returned. She leaned against one of the posts of the bed and despite her grasp, fell on her butt, which caused her to yelp in a strange debilitating pain. Looking behind her for a forming bruise she was shocked at what she found.

"Dear Ra…"

There long and twitching, sat a tail. It was black covered in soft fur and approximately two inches in width. It was roughly three feet long and it continued to flicker back and forth as its new owner stared at it in awe. Hesitantly Isis reached out and poked it. She gasped and yanked her hand back when an odd sensation rippled across the tail and settled in her lower back. Resolving herself Isis slowly moved down on hands and knees, and crawled across the room to the bathroom. She realized she didn't know how to stand on her legs with the tail to add in as a balance factor. So for her safety and that of the breakable items in the bedroom, crawling was currently a safer means of travel.

After entering the bathroom she closed the door and didn't hesitate to lock it. She got into a crouched position and very delicately launched herself at the vanity and sat upon it with her hands between her feet, knees bent. Looking in the mirror she was shocked to find two black ears sitting atop of her head. She shook her hair away from where her human ears once sat and found nothing. Isis brought her face closer to the mirror and found her pupils a slight oval shape. She raised her hand up and found her nails had lengthened and sharpened. The Egyptian stayed crouched on the marble countertop and simply stared into the mirror.

How had this happened? Immediately she thought of the statue that had scratched the back of her hand yesterday. Somehow she hadn't noticed before but looking at the back of the once wounded hand, Isis was amazed to find the intricate drawing of an Egyptian instrument known as a sistrum. This was one of the many symbols for Bastet, the cat goddess and the most major. The woman easily guessed the statue was bewitched so that whoever it scratched gained the catlike abilities, but what else came with the curse? Was it really a curse? At this point Isis saw it that way.

Any type of magic that's sole purpose was the punish one or inconvenience was often known as a curse. However with a curse came many complications. Often at times curses were a life changing type of charm and stayed with one often, especially that of ancient Egyptian magic. This was different however. The effects were caused by a bewitched item that was thousands of years old. Obviously the power within it was just as strong as it had been when it was first granted with the ability to change someone. Therefore she would have to do extensive researched regarding it and hope for some answers when becoming fully human once more.

Titling her head she picked up the distinct sound of a rustling newspaper and the accompanying thrum of a ceramic mug being set on the marble of the kitchen's countertop. Inhaling deeply she let out an unknown purr at the sweet smell of a certain dairy product: cream. The idea that Kaiba was using cream in his coffee showed he was in a different kind of mood, considering he always took his coffee straight black. Isis' nose twitched again at the almost mouth watering scent. Giving a soft purr she leapt down from the counter, landed on all fours, and made her way out of the confines of the bathroom.

She halted in the doorway and considered her predicament. Should Kaiba know? How would he react? What about the staff? Were they present? Isis quickly remembered it was Friday and Kaiba let them have three day weekends off since she had moved in. Knowing the kitchen and mansion would be empty was comforting but she wasn't sure if going down, tail flicking, would help her magic hating boyfriend too much. However first and foremost she needed to find a way to walk properly that didn't require crawling. Maybe that way she'd be able to better comfort Kaiba rather than crawling in.

Slowly she came to a standing position and felt her balance sway. She leaned against the doorjamb and considered the few movies she had seen cat-like women maneuver. Feeling silly with the idea she went with it and very slowly raised herself on her tiptoes. Swaying forward and back, she raised her tail a few inches. Immediately she felt her balance return and understood the weight of her tail. Quickly she moved on her tiptoes to the closet and grabbed a pair of black heels Mai had gotten her for her birthday a few months back. She had never worn the strappy heels since they were much too racy for what she was use to wearing. However now were a good time since they were the tallest shoe she owned and the higher she was on her toes, the better.

Isis fastened the six inch heels and moved freely about the bedroom. In-fact she felt as if she was learning to walk for the first time and glided across the carpet on her practiced walk. Her stroll turned from classical and reserved, to mischievous and seducing. Looking in the mirror she gave a perfect cat-like grin and purred quietly at her reflection. Pausing, she found this cat behavior to be especially strong not only over her body but her personality. It wasn't surprising since the spell was still settling in to her essence. Luckily it didn't take her likeness over too much; just random purring and meowing.

Isis eyed the bedroom door and made her way over. She stopped in the middle of the room and considered things; she really needed to tell Kaiba. Keeping something like this from him wasn't smart especially since she would probably need his help in some shape or form to get things back to normal. She was going to go back to the closet to grab a robe when the smell of fresh cream hit her highly sensitive senses again. This time she was sure he had just opened a package and was pouring it.

Purring once more she fought against the desire to investigate and moved towards the closet. However the scent wafted under the door and she was sure she had just gotten a nose full. She allowed her body to carry her from the room down the stairs to the doorway in the kitchen. She guessed her footsteps had been as silent as she found them to be since Kaiba hadn't noticed her presence. He was leaning against the counter, back to her, thumbing through the paper. He set it aside and opened another package of the expensive creamer and pulled the papered lid off. The smell hit Isis full force. She attempted to practice self-control and opted for watching him pour it in. She was hoping the sweet aroma would be diluted within the heavy smell of coffee so she could silently return upstairs. But rather than stir it Kaiba allowed it to sit on the surface of the cooling drink and if anything, it became more aromatic.

Picking up another package he opened it and against his usual nature, spilled the contents on the counter. "Dammit." He moved across the room and retrieved some paper towels. Turning back around he wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted him.

There Isis was on all fours on the counter, bottom rose high, and head set low. Lapping at the cream in delicate cat like licks, Kaiba watched in a mix of awe, confusion, and slight lust. He eyed the black ears, curled black tail; black lacy underwear from the night before and high heels he barely remembered her receiving. "What. The. Fuck?" Was she still sick? Or maybe she was feeling better and wanted to try something kinky? Or maybe her fever had her believing she was a cat?

"Mmm…" Isis murmured before she finally licked the counter clean. She leaned back into her crouched-sitting position and cleaned the remnants off the back of her hand. Once she was clean she looked over to find Kaiba still just staring at her. "Seto, something has happened."

"Obviously so."

PLEASE READ:

Well I guess we all know where this is going. (wink wink) Depending on how things go…I might add in a little extra something-something. We'll see but I hope everyone is enjoying this so far and doesn't think the peeps are too OOC. It's just weird writing a surprised Kaiba and kitty Isis. Hee hee but it's fun.

Sorry for my sudden disappearance regarding this story and Obsidian's Pearl. I've been working to get this job which I landed, (woot woot), and have had to do a lot to get it, so it's kept my attention. Now that things are smoothing out hopefully my fanficiton schedule can do the same. Thanks for being patient!

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