Chapter- 7
Heya peeps, another update which is basically a filler before the main chap, hope y'all like it :-}
Angel897- you got what you wished for ;-}
"So you're one of the men who witnessed that feral girl in the jungle three weeks ago?" a foreigner in black asked the only survivor from the team of one eyed hunter.
The boy with the left plastered hand narrowed his eyes at the questioning stranger. "Y-Yes, but who are you?"
The suited man smirked and pulled a bundle of notes wrapped in a brown envelope out of the left pocket of his pants and held it out towards the badly injured man. "This is our identity."
The boy eagerly read the name printed on the envelope.
Transigen.
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"Now what this?" Kahli asked annoyedly with both of her hands gripping her clothed crotch. She desperately needed to go to finish her 'daily duties' and unlike the past nineteen years of her life, she couldn't do it in the open this time. Instead, she was shown a strange, oval thing by Wilson. "I have to pee and poop in this small...tub?"
Wilson barely suppressed a laugh and cleared his throat. "No, ma'am-I mean, Kahli, this is not a tub, it's a toilet seat. We all...'pee and poop' in these."
"And how it work?" Kahli raised an eyebrow.
"Let me show you," the old man stepped forward and tore a small piece off toilet paper and threw it into the commode. "It's called toilet paper and it's used to wipe your...you know what, right? So just wipe it and..." he showed her the rest of the process.
"So, you got it?"
"U-Uhm, yes." Kahli gave a half-certain nod.
"Good." Wilson smiled victoriously. "Now please go, get finished with your daily duties and then join Mr. Creed for the breakfast."
Kahli waited until the old man smilingly walked out of the room. She scratched her head and looked back to the toilet seat. Wilson told her everything but how to sit on it and she didn't try to ask him about it because his irritated look'd already shown that her questions were wasting his precious time.
"So I have do it myself." Kahli muttered to herself and walked to the 'poop bowl' and with no other choice, sat on the seat in a squatting posture.
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After taking a long, warm bath in that big bowl, Kahli came into hall where Victor was waiting for her on the breakfast table.
"Mornin', kitten." he greeted her with that leerful smirk. She blushed a bit as she recalled the reason behind it.
"Where Wilson?" she asked, pulling a chair on the other side of the table.
"Gone back to his quarter."
"Qu-a-rter?"
"Yeah. He comes here only for cooking and taking care of the house in my absence, then he goes back to his quarter behind the mansion."
"Why?"
"Because I don't like humans around me much." Creed snorted simply and signaled her to pick up the knife and fork. She picked them up and looked back to him in confusion. He rolled his eyes and showed her how to use them on his plate. Her gaze instantly turned into a glare as she smelled her today's special.
She pushed the plate forward. "It meat. I not eat meat, Viktar." she said sternly and put her knife and fork down.
"I know you don't but that's what ferals eat." he spoke matter-of-factly.
She thumped the table with her fists. "I not hunt animal for food, Viktar!"
"Who said I've hunted an animal for this?" he smirked. "They're bred for their meat and skin."
"What? Really?" her eyes filled with a great amazement. Humans were weirder than she thought.
"Yes. They're just food in the eyes of all the meat lovers. Besides, Vidal is also an animal, but he still hunts other animals because they're just food to him."
"That what Vidal say many times." she muttered to herself.
"That's why, pick up your knife and fork and take a bite. If you still didn't like it, I'd get ya some fruits and other shit."
She sighed and did as he said. Her fingers were almost trembling on the metal 'weapons' so she just put them aside and picked up the small piece between the tips of the claws of her thumb and forefinger. As she took the first bite of the rarely done chicken hash with eggs, she couldn't stop her eyes from rolling close. An admiring moan escaped her. It was literally...the best thing she'd ever tasted. She slowly pulled the plate back.
"Liked it?" the feral man had a very smug grin. "Now finish the rest."
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"Kahli?"
Laughing boisterously, the girl turned her head to her Mate's voice. A smirking Viktar was standing against the door frame with crossed arms. Since morning when he introduced the most awesome invention of the human world named Television to Goddess of the Jungle, she'd been watching it continuously, flipping through various channels and laughing like crazy on almost anything. For example commercials, cartoons and those damned crappy movies. The height was when she was laughing on a random, old speech of the ex-president of USA, Donald Trump, saying his hair looked like corn's. Victor had to laugh on this one because he hated the damned rascal anyway. After all, he was the one who passed Transigen's fucking legacy virus attack on mutants.
She got up and smiled at him. He walked over to her and switched off the tv. "C'mon kitten, I want you to meet someone." They both looked towards the door. "This is Ron McGrath, the famous make up guy."
"Uh-correction, Mr. Creed. It's make up and hair stylist." A girly voice chimed with an attituded smile as it walked in with a girlier walk.
"Whatever." Creed snorted and turned to Kahli. "He's here to give you a little...makeover."
The feral girl cocked a brow at the pansy man with parrot-green glasses and rainbow hair before her. Viktar called him for a ma-ke-over thing? What's that now? And why is his hair looking so funny?
"So this is the 'challenge' you were talkin' about, Mr. Creed?" Kahli had to bite back a laugh at his strange walk again. His walk was more sinuous than Zehri's.
He walked over to her and moved around her in a circle with a disgusted look on his face. "Let me see babe. Hmmm...dirty dreadlocks, loose clothes, 'never waxed' hands and legs and gawddd, just look at those manly eyebrows! Eww-"
Before he could drag his ew to its exact length, Kahli grabbed his throat and lifted him up about two feet in the air before throwing him a murderous glare. "I love my eyebrows."
Victor grinned at her reaction. That's my girl.
The baffled stylist spun his glare to the giant feral. "Mr. Creed?!"
Victor drank down his grin instantly and lazily walked to his furious Mate. "Calm down, kitten. He just wants to help ya."
She let go of the fragile stick for a neck and scowled at the feral man. "I not need help."
"Yes, you do." he replied calmy. One of his hands snaked around her waist and the other reached up to caress her cheek. "You're beautiful, there's no denying in that but this beauty needs to look a bit 'human' among all those idiots out of this house. So be a good kitten and let him do whatever he wants on ya, okay?"
Kahli took a long moment to nod. If Victor is saying something, it must be for her good. "Okay."
"Good." Creed smirked and gave the man with funny hair a dry snap. He signaled his assistants to bring their stuff in. Time to turn a feral beauty into a fashion diva.
"Okaayyy, so let's start with your hai-"
"NO!" Kahli screamed and covered her locks with both hands. "I not cut my hair!"
"Don't be stubborn, kitten," Creed tried to make her understand again. "Those dreads need to go away. I can bet you'll feel..light after that." he personally loved those ropes on her but all the high class parties and events she was going to accompany him, hated that kind of mess on a girl's head.
"But Viktar-"
"No buts." Victor said alpha-mindedly. "You're gettin' them cut and that's final."
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"-What? Are you serious, Victor?"
Victor smirked at the excitement level in the voice of the man on other line. "Yeah. She's a purely class Five, feline feral."
"But where did you find her?"
"That's none of yer goddamn business, furball!" a jealous growl from Creed. "All you need to know is that she is MINE and we're comin' to meet ya tomorrow. Just keep your homework ready."
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"Urghhh, not again!" Ron let out another frustrated growl. It was the third time when his scissors bogged down in the damned tangled mess of Kahli's hair.
Kahli chuckled softly. "I tell you already, not cut my hair."
"Oh shut up, you," Ron adjusted his glasses and growled down at the laughing girl. He glared at his assistants. "What the heck are you two doing? The nails should've been filed by now."
"That's the problem, sir." one of the girls whined loudly. "They're not nails, they're some very scary claws which just can't stop growing! We've been trying to file them for past twenty minutes but they just...keep growing back." their reply made Kahli laugh louder. She wiggled her toe claws teasingly.
Ron growled again. "That I don't know! Her boyfriend's paying high cash for this appointment and he'd be really pissed if he didn't get the exact result he wants. So please! Forget the filing and just paint the damn hooks!"
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"Mr. Creed," Ron's meek call from up there pulled Victor out of his train of thought. "The challenge's been fulfilled."
Victor's heart skipped a beat as he heard the arrogant stylist. His kitten's finally cleared the second round of her test of becoming civilised.
"I call ya later." he hurriedly hung up and pounded up the stairs two at a time to see his Mate's new avatar.
"So how's my kitten looki-"
Creed's sentence dissolved in his throat before falling out of his lips as his eyes caught his Mate's new look. The feral 'Aphrodite' was standing before him in that tight, white halterneck crop top and faded blue jean hot pants. Those silky smooth, waxed legs, that long cleavage peeking out of that tight top, that short, wavy hair and light make up with that flaming red lipstick...
Victor and Sabertooth, both had just one thing in mind.
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
and after that,
FUCK HER MORE! FUCK HER MORE!
"S-So.." Kahli rubbed the back of her neck nervously. "How I look?"
Before Victor just forgot everything and pounced at this breath stopping female feline, he gave Ron and his team a sharp snap, simply signaling them to get lost. As soon as the feral couple was left alone, he once again gloated at her from head to toe and walked over to her. He prowled around her in a circle, eyeing her as if she were a piece of meat with those starving eyes. He wanted to fuck her brains out so bad, but all the frails they'd come under him in the past have only ended up dead and he wants this one to last forever. That's why he was going to meet his friend tomorrow. His advice will be his next move but that doesn't mean he can't have some fun out of her right now.
After all, she'd been teasing him with all her assets for weeks and whatever she did this morning makes her 'punishable'.
He licked his lips at the thought. He suddenly stopped behind her and grabbed her left ass cheek through the faded cloth, causing a shocked gasp on her lips.
"Fuckable." he whispered throatily into her ear.
Kahli barely stopped herself from melting on his words. "F-Fuckable?"
"Wanna know what fuckable means, little girl?" he sent another throaty whisper into her other ear before slowly snaking his other hand around her waist. Another sharp gasp jumped out Kahli's mouth as his hand slowly slipped up into her top and groped at her clothed breast. She instinctively caught his violating hand.
"Ya sure you wanna stop me, kitten?" another seductive whisper from Creed as he caught her earlobe in mouth and sucked it softly. In spite of Kahli's objecting mind, her sweet scent of the forest after rains thickened with her awakening arousal. An unconscious moan escaped her trembling lips.
"I'll take it as a fuckin' No." Creed smirked and swiftly clamped his other hand around her slim waist to unbutton her hot pants. Before Kahli could understand anything, his hand pulled the zip down. As his clawed hand slid in and touched her moistened panties, a sharp wave of electricity ran through her shuddering body. It was the very first time when a man'd touched her down there like this and it drove her mad.
"Enjoyin' yourself, baby?" Creed grinned into her ear before trailing his mouth down her neck and softly nipped at the joint of her neck and shoulder. Kahli couldn't help but mew like a real cat when Creed started massaging her clothed folds in a slow, tortuous way. It was a totally unfamiliar and amazing sensation and whatever it was, she wanted more of it. Her hot, burning body needed more of that hand and before she could understand what the hell was happening to her, she bit her bottom lip and arched her back to feel more of those magical fingers.
"Ahhh.." A sharp whimper jumped out of her when Creed's wicked talons found the swollen pearl hidden behind her sensitive lower lips and pinched it through the soft cloth. He smugly laughed at her reaction.
In spite of being as heavily aroused as she was, Creed still managed to grab a fucking hold of himself and abruptly and unwantingly pulled his hand back. Kahli's eyes snapped open as the maddening touch disappeared just like that. Her head still spinning. She scowled at him pantingly.
"What?" the feral man grinned and unwrapped his arm. "It was a punishment, babe." And...that was all he said before sauntering out of the room, leaving a totally baffled and embarrassed and aroused Kahli behind to wrap her mind around what the fuck he just did to her.
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Can anyone guess who this mysterious friend of Victor could be? Anyone? Okay lemme give y'all a hint, he's a big, cute and smart Bozo ;p