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Feral Fetish

Chapter 4

Calm Kitty

Isis sat in her newly found position, knees bent with her hands resting down between them, and lazily lapped at her fingers. Kaiba's smell still softly radiated from the digits and she wanted to make sure she got every last drop of the delicious human cream. Despite herself, she grinned down at the now passed out brunet. Kaiba lay flushed, purple, naked, and sweaty across his living room floor. She knew for a fact his back and bottom were littered with carpet burns from the rug he insisted buying. If he hadn't have struggled so much she wouldn't have had to rough house with her toy—boyfriend.

The bite marks, new and old, that littered his flesh were all bruising nicely against his pale flesh and his hair was beyond unruly. It was matted, sticking straight up, with a few pieces clinging to his sticky forehead. If he hadn't have passed out she knew he'd be attempting to fix it. The way his body lay flopped against the floor was also something Isis found amusing. His arms were high above his head; his fingers occasionally twitching and making fists. His right leg was bent and lying over on its side while the left lay straight out, his foot turned out. This was probably the worst she had ever seen him and it couldn't have gotten any better.

Even after the many times she had had sex with him, he never looked this disheveled. It was always sexily tousled appearance while here he looked thoroughly subdued and abused. However she had yet to actually take part in sex with him. It had simply been an oral exploration she had taken to new heights. She wasn't sure why but he smelled good enough to eat. And lower she moved down his body, the more aromatic it became; mouth watering even. She had stopped counting how many times she had made him come by the fifth time, especially since he had started begging her to stop by then. He had started out smug, even tried to be silent, but when he realized he was on her time, he had reduced himself to his version of groveling.

Isis had enjoyed it all the same. Now as she sat perched by her defeated "mouse" she was wondering why she had been so compelled to torture her love. She assumed the curse needed more time to settle in, thus why her cat behavior had been overwhelming. The night before had been a precursor; it needed to penetrate her mind, thus why she passed out. Her confusion also came from the magic wrapping around her senses, demanding control. The sleep she now dubbed as "allured hibernation" put her body in a state of complete helplessness to growing the ears, tail, and claws, shape her pupils, and apply the magic "barcode" compliments of Bastet. She glanced at the sistrum tattooed on the back of her hand.

She was grateful she had dealt with magic before since on any other untrained human they would have probably destroyed not only the mansion, but before escaping into the uncharted streets of Domino, probably would have left Kaiba in shambles. Possibly even on the brink of death. Her tail shivered with the idea of accidently killing the man. However, she might as well have with the way he looked now. But here her immaculate self-preservation came in handy once more. Well, to a certain extent. Since she had a preexisting romantic relationship with Kaiba, she assumed that her sexual attraction had been exacerbated to soothe the itch the spell created. Instead of going rabid she pleasured him senseless; it was a fair trade off.

Slowly she stretched, purring and digging her nails into the rug before allowing her body to roll around the material. She gave a small smile of embarrassment at the behavior and stood up. The shrill ring of the home phone vibrated across her ears and her tail lashed over, wrapping around the cordless receiver to stop the annoying noise. It handed her the device and she quickly answered. "Kaiba residence, Isis Ishtar speaking."

"I see you are well enough to answer the phone."

"Atem, hello."

"Hello Isis. The staff alerted me of your hasty retreat after receiving an injury. They also said Kaiba called in alerting them you were sick. How are you feeling?"

"I am…still unwell."

"I am displeased to hear that. Is there perhaps anything I can do to assist in quelling your illness?"

Isis pondered this for a moment. Did she really want Yami coming over and seeing her as a cat? He'd definitely be able to help her predicament but at the same time, how would her cat sense react to him? He was the Pharaoh after all and Bastet was known for protecting the Pharaoh. What if she did something she'd regret? Yami would understand, she assumed, chopping up her behavior to the spell. Looking down at the groaning and rolling over Kaiba, she found teeth marks along his tush. Frowning she realized she needed more time to make a better decision.

"Honestly Atem, at this point I am not sure. But if anything changes I will be sure to alert you."

"May it be; good rest to you Isis."

"Thank you Atem."

Hanging up the phone she allowed her tail to take it back to the cradle. Despite the events, she had to admit having a tail was not only neat but helpful. She grabbed the new appendage and softly stroked it. The sensation was unexplainable and she shivered, purring lightly from the touch. She finally let it go, feeling as if she was pleasuring herself in a very public area of the house. However the thought was hypocritical since she had just partially defiled Kaiba within the room. She shook her head giving a confused smile and wondered when things had gotten so out of hand.

Looking over at the clock she found that the day had been lost. Even now the last few rays of sunlight were piercing through the windows. "Ya salam…" She looked back down at her love and felt bad for his predicament. She really wanted to take a shower and since cats didn't care for water, she was grateful her rational human side was dominating her actions now. However if she did go upstairs to do so, should she leave Kaiba here? There was no chance of a surprise visitor getting in since Mokuba was at school, Malik NEVER visited, and Odion was too polite to just show up. A since of motherly affection came across her when he grunted again and decided to take him with her.

Isis easily hoisted him onto her back and ran on all fours up the stairs, into their shared bedroom. She deposited him on the bed and entered into the bathroom. She started the shower and instinctively hissed at the running water. Jumping back from it she convinced herself after ten minutes to get in; after removing her underwear and heels she climbed in and sighed in the warmth, thankful to get clean. After a long shower, she put her heels back on since she was already starting to wobble. She returned back into the bedroom to enter the closet. Kaiba luckily was still sleep and had snuggled more into the bed. Looking at all of her clothes she wasn't sure what to wear.

Dresses were out of the question since her tail would hike them him in the back, unless she ruined a perfectly good garment with a hole, which she would not. She considered wearing a skirt but she knew it would have to sit pretty low on her hips to accommodate the appendage. She simply did not own such a garment and even pulling it down wouldn't help it if it would just ride back up. She once more considered just parading around in her underwear but after talking to Kaiba, if he did agree with bringing Yami over, she would not present herself as such. Going to another section in the closet she spotted a few forgotten items of clothing and decided they were the most acceptable.

One Hour Later

"Dammit…" Kaiba rolled over; eyes wide open to take in the quiet bedroom. He was beyond sore and pleasant. Though his language said otherwise along with his plans of wanted revenge against Isis, he felt he would agreeably handle it. Almost like a murderer who made friends with his victims before stabbing them to death during movie night.

He lifted the blankets from his body and moved into the bathroom as a caveman wood: heavy footed, quickly, and talking incoherently. Turning on the lights he was temporarily blinded before mortification dominated all things Kaiba. "My…hair…" He ran his hands through the stiff dirty, stuck strands and made a face of genuine dissatisfaction. Kaiba's as a whole prided themselves for their hair. Why else would his never have a strand out of place? Or why Mokuba grew his so long and luxuriously? It was a part of their appeal and they knew it. Yet now, his "meal ticket" was beyond disheveled and could not return without dedicated time put in.

He found that was true for the rest of his body when he found the carpet burns, bruises, teeth marks, and just other areas of pain. He moved over to the tub and started the water, knowing a good soak would be the only way to start handling his problems. When the tub was filled he immediately got in allowing the hot water to turn his skin pink and blur his vision. He instantly began a regiment of scrubbing his scalp to death and after the sixth wash the consistency of his hair was finally to his liking.

After his bath he took an hour on his hair and put on simply a t-shirt and sweats. He had yet to see Isis and if she was prowling for him, he wanted to make sure she ruined a pair of throw away clothes, rather than his more expensive silk sleepwear. Cautiously he turned on the lights to the seating area in the bedroom and took his place where he had the night before. His cell phone had so many missed calls, e-mails, voicemails, and text messages from Kaiba Corp he was surprised the Smart phone could hold it all. Quickly he did damage control sending out a memo of a family emergency and calling his assistant to discuss the meetings he missed. He also assured her he wasn't sure when he'd officially be returning but he would be by the office the day after tomorrow, Sunday, to handle a few things. When business was handled he went to seek out Isis.

He was sure she heard him before he saw her but luckily she seemed calm. She was standing in the kitchen, facing the counter where a plate holding salmon sushi lye. She was simply staring at it, her tail lazily swinging back and forth. He watched her ears rotate in his direction before her nose wiggled. "Do not worry Seto; I am more controlled than before." She could smell his caution.

"Considering the control you had before, on a scale from one to ten, we're now from zero to one."

She chuckled and turned towards him, genuinely looking apologetic, "Please accept my admission of guilt. I feel terrible for what I have put you through."

"Believe it or not, it wasn't that bad. Just inconvenient so don't worry about it." Tilting his eyes down, he spied her clothing. "Why are you wearing a bathing suit?"

The one piece was an inky black that reeked of a hefty price tag. Two materials wrapped around a large gold hoop that traveled up over her breasts before linking behind her neck. South of the loop, a line of fabric connected down to the bottoms. "It's all I own that's remotely appropriate to walk around in if we were to have company. Regular clothes no longer suit my tail."

He grunted as he spied the swaying tail. "It's appropriate if you were walking around a music video sight with a pool party theme, where the "hot" singles name is Pussy Lovin'."

Isis raised a brow cocking her head, "You've been up late watching the underground music channel, haven't you?"

Kaiba scoffed on his way to the refrigerator. "This isn't about me; this is about you and your problem." He grabbed a bottle of water and maneuvered back over to where she was staring at the sushi. "What are you doing?"

"Training the cat within." Her eyes narrowed and she moved closer inhaling deeply. Clenching her jaw she resisted tasting it. "So far it's been working. I decided I needed to take better control of my actions considering our earlier issues." She blushed when Kaiba grunted, "I've been taunting it with fish. I myself am very hungry but I intend to eat this in a civilized manner."

Kaiba watched as she maneuvered into the chair, grabbing a set of stainless steel chopsticks in her usual regal quality before taking a small bite. Though she was composed, her tail flicked back and forth, relaying hidden feelings. He moved next to her, on the corner of the counter and leaned against it. "So what do you plan to do now?" He tried his best not to feel a tad bit of nervousness from being so close to her.

Isis sensed the tenseness and frowned, "That is a very good question Seto. I can't very well stay this way. It would not only be detrimental to our careers but also our relationship."

The CEO easily knew his image would suffer if Isis was seen strutting around Domino City as a permanent cat, Halloween forever and a day away. Naturally her job with deem her as insane besides the general public, but what did their relationship have to do with anything? Kaiba raised a brow, "Our relationship?"

"Well…my behavior has been beyond grotesque and pushy." She blushed taking a small bit of the sushi, chewing it thoughtfully. "I did not wish to force you into—"

"Being your bitch? I have a hard time believing that."

"Seto!"

"What?"

Isis could barely meet his eyes, "Now that I am more rational, I am simply mortified at the events that transpired."

Kaiba nodded his expression deadpanned, "You did appear quite reluctant to make me come that seventh time. So perhaps I can believe you."

She didn't even pretend to miss the sarcasm. "I have apologized."

Despite the situation, the brunet couldn't help but pick at Isis. Even now he found her guilty scowl in some ways cute. Riling her up had been one of the many ways they communicated so he knew there was no real anger behind the look. "I accepted it Isis. Quit being so sensitive; so you blew my brains out, big deal. I've never heard of someone dying from too many blow jobs." Looking at her he found her face buried in her hands. "Isis…"

"No…"

Kaiba sighed, "Isis, come out." During high times of embarrassment he found Isis would actually hide behind her hands as a child or even a pixie would. He always compared to the mythical creatures since in a lot of ways, he believed her to be one. This could finally be taken literally. "Isis…stop being juvenile."

"I'm not," her words mumbled against her palms. "I just need a moment." Even after that moment she emerged just as red faced as she went in. "Seto I—"

"Yea, yea, I know." Giving a sigh of annoyance he moved and stood next to her, lightly spreading his arms, sighing as a patient father would. Immediately Isis stood and buried her face in his neck, nuzzling like the animal she had become, wrapping her arms around his midsection. Kaiba reluctantly returned the embrace. "You're such a drama queen."

"Or perhaps you are?" Isis stood back in his embrace so he could see her amused expression. "Your pleas were quite the show stopper."

"What happened to being ashamed?"

"Your smell somehow made me understand why I did it. How could I resist myself when you smell like," she buried her nose in his neck again and inhaled deeply, "…thiiiiis."

"Get away from me." He lightly pushed her away and took a step back, "I just fixed my hair and I'm not going through another bottle of shampoo and conditioner."

Isis chuckled at the admittance of his crucial routine before going back to her sushi. After a few bites she spoke once more, "Seto, I do have an idea though. Perhaps we could invite Yami over; maybe he'll have some better clues as to what to do to move this magic from my body." Kaiba made an obvious noise of disgust. "Now Seto, be reasonable."

"I am. Firstly, I don't want anyone outside of us knowing about this. Secondly, how do we know if you can officially calm your inner cat if another is brought into this house? You nearly took out Dr. Nakamura."

"Are you more afraid that I'll slay Yami or pleasure him senseless?"

"It's obvious which one I'd prefer and what I could do without Isis." Kaiba narrowed his eyes. Her tail wagged back and forth lazily; her grin showing a hint of her fangs.

"Well you know Seto, Bastet was the Goddess known for protecting Pharaohs."

"In that case, he's not invited. What about Odion?"

"No doubt Malik would be in tote with him. Which means Marik wouldn't be far behind and I'm sure Bakura would have to—"

"Fine! Yami it is. The last thing I want is those three, in my house, with you walking around looking like a hentai gone wrong." Giving her another look he supposed the hentai hadn't gone too wrong. Well, at least he'd watch it.

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YES! Another chapter up. Hello peeps! I have been SUPA M.I.A Speaking of M.I.A, get her new album, it's awesome. But beyond that, alas, my last laptop, Mocha Latte is in a coma. (sad sigh) So I had to get a new computer. So here I am, typing away on Delihia. I finally got all of my files transfered and got things in order to make time for this. I head back to school in three days (crys) so I've been busy with packing as well. Not to mention, the internet has been out for about a week or two and after coming back, has the POOREST signal EVER. So yea, there are my excuses, hoped you enjoyed them. Ha ha ha.

Arabic Words:

Ya salam – My goodness

This was posted especially for:

Mangaanime - Kaiba will always be Isis' bitch in some direct or indirect way in my opinion. Ha ha ha.

Tru Mel Meiko Mei Ling - MELSHUMS! (HUGGIE WUGGIE) I MISSY YOU! The internet SUCKS at my house; it can't even log me on to chat. That's how weak it is. When I get back to school I'll be able to chat so just a few more days. Can't wait to catch up, it's been SO LONG!

Zoelle - It's funny because recently I bought an Oreo Blizzard for my Dad. Made me think of you! Ha ha ha.

Lace Kyoko - Edgy Kaiba is tasty! And if I had a desk job, I'd wish it be in Kaiba Corp. Then it would be dirty! Hee hee. I actually work handing out free food samples. Ha ha ha! I simply bring people over, feed them, tell them about the product, and try to sell sell sell! It sucks sometimes because people are rude but it pays AWESOMELY. So I hate it but this way I have money to support my Anime addictions. Ha ha ha.

Manipulateddata - I was chuckling about Kaiba being Isis' bitch too randomly. I'm glad you found it amusing.

Animelover6000 - I'm so glad you found it funny. I'm always hoping people will at least give a chuckle when I mark something under humor. Makes me all smiles that you did! Thanks!

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