The squire had taken a terrible shortcut, a typical alleyway, where a hero of the district would find the ones who beat up their younger sibling.
Yet there was only a familiar black cat within the alley, between the exit on the other side. Tristan would step over the feline, his sympathy for strays willed him away from the action of kicking it over.
His love for animals willed him to bend his knees towards the stray, he held out a shaking hand, fearing that it would bite or scratch him, a scratch was okay. A bite however was quite the tad more troublesome.
With heavenly luck, the twin tailed cat pushed the top flat end of her head lightly into his palm, purring quietly as it did. With the bond of trust gained, Tristan forced a familiar smile onto his face, the kind that would tell others to 'chin up' while they themselves choke on their inner despair.
The black cat recoiled slightly at the smile, it knew what it meant. Maybe there was a way to use this?
'This might be easier than I first thought,'
She returned to the stroking palm, ignoring the powerful, if not gracious aroma of the container. A few more ruffles over her backside, and she licked his hand innocently, a true smile slowly emerged from the corners of his lips. Yet, time was short, he couldn't spend his entire evening entertaining a stray cat, however much he wanted. Even if she was much dormant these days, Eria must have had her own limits.
Bidding a sorrow-filled farewell in the form of an extended tousle of the twin-tailed feline's head, he rose upwards, picking up the foam container and the suitcase, which he had placed on the concrete floor of the alleyway. The cat acted her pain.
Sitting the way an honorable wolf would when awaiting the return of it's ally, the 'stray' peered into his eyes, thin golden irises met the black emptiness of human eyes. Tristan sighed with his heart.
"I'm sure I will see you around, so don't worry, I won't forget you." Even one who is perceived as a being with a stony inside will change, change into one who is only the slightest more caring, it will soften their voices, before it returns to the icy demeanor they came from.
A shuffle into a happier place, as some would say.
'He still thinks I'm a stray! How pitiful! But so cute as well!' The cat was most definitely not a common stray, not with her extra tail.
With that, a look of burden overcame his features, before he turned towards the exit, footsteps quiet on the hard concrete.
Behind him, a magical circle that made no noise faded from the ether into life, and the cat transformed her shape into something more appealing to human nature. It was not an invisible circle however, its faint light was just enough to brighten the walls of the alleyway, the dim light shone on the narrow walls, just bright enough to urge the squire to turn back to the cat in curiosity.
His brows furrowed in confusion when instead of his short friend the twin-tailed feline, a terribly beautiful woman took the cats place.
Nay, she might have been the cat herself, if the large ears on her head were of any importance. Her outfit was less than reserved, incredibly so, her eastern kimono-dress was made so that her pale shoulders attracted the sight of whomever was lucky enough to see her. The entirety of her similarly pale legs were put on display, the front of her kimono was non-existent, allowing for this to happen. The large breasts she has, tantalizingly teasing with a little opening in the dress for her chest to span. Her dress finished with a traditional 'houri' wrapped around her torso, right under her chest area.
Her sly eyes foretold mischief.
"Hi there-nya." She raised a hand in greetings, but before the squire was able to return the gesture, she pounced on him, closing the fairly large space between them. Tristan, with his inherent instincts pulled a sword from his side, unceremoniously dropping the precious foam container in the process
Only, he instead drew a minor draft of air, an abysmally minor draft of air. Of course, he was so used to having the sword at his side from the time spent traveling to this eastern town, that he would believe it there during moments when thoughts were precious. The new lady smirked and scoffed the instant before she tackled him over with her body.
"Hehe-what're you gonna do? I have you-nyan!" She sat on his abdomen, his suitcase and foam container fell awkwardly to the floor, holding steadfast against the force, yet the flimsy 'locks' on the container stressed. In an effort to preserve the gift, Tristan turned away from his assailant completely, and reached his right hand to the white container.
There was a force to his right wrists. It was the woman's left hand.
"Oh? And what is this-nya? It smells delicious-nyan!" She stressed two words with a shrill voice, and reached for the gift with her free right hand. It was brought to her face, through a sliver of light, she could see the source of the aroma, perhaps it tasted as good? She was certainly having trouble opening it.
The use of a destruction spell would not be a good one here, not at all, even if the material hiding the treasure was an incredibly opposing problem.
"Hey, nyan there." She had released his wrist, but used her flexible legs to keep his shoulders in place while she fumbled with the treasure's container.
He had already knew what the question was, though. He chose to ignore the calls. Instead focusing on the furry, slithering feeling that creeped up his sides. When he looked at a pair of familiar golden eyes, he saw that they were upturned, and her lips formed a cheeky grin, with a prevalence of superiority as she slowly started to rub herself on his abdomen, sharing her own distinct smell on him, for her to remember.
He was a target after all.
Around his shoulders, past his neck, crossing to their opposite sides. Tristan caught the glimpse of twin-tails, and eyes slightly widened in realization. A black tail stroked his cheeks softly, while the other nestled around his ears, which was a hidden ticklish spot for him.
Not that anyone knew. But he was hoping his sister had forgotten about that fact, meanwhile, the woman continued toying with both him and the container, trying to get both to 'open', in their own ways. One with the physical affection he had dreamt of, but never believed achievable, and the other with prying, careful not to damage the goodies inside.
When a tail started to play around with his inner ear, Tristan squirmed awkwardly, and suppressed a tickled laughter, but he could do nothing against human nature. So it is that part of his cheeks became a light tone of red, contradicting his stone-like face, which he tried very hard to keep it that way.
His assailant managed to tear her attention away from the container when she felt his squirms become a little more aggressive once her furry tail prodded against his inner ear. She leaned in close, with her hands placed on the concrete beside his head.
"Youu...you like that didn't you-nyan?" She slurred her first word, she earned a frown in response, as well as an increase of the pink in his cheeks. She smiled, and focused her eyes into his, to distract Tristan from the lack of comforting fur on his cheek, and the same slithering appendage lowering to his shirt. The tail in his ear pushed with more pressure and began to writhe around, earning a slight eye-widen and redder cheeks as he cast his eyes to the side, starting to notice a lack of furry pressure on his face.
With the foam container settled on the floor beside her victim's writhing, embarrassed face, she let her head fall gently into her awaiting hands, eager to see the reaction of her action.
With a command of her muscles in the tail, the appendage speared into the opening of his school shirt past her rump, her playful, superior grin deepened. The tail moved about wherever it wanted to, it slithered past the undershirt, and made direct contact to his skin with her fuzzy tail.
The woman witnessed a little shaking of his head, and heard the slightest of whimpers.
It was like something precious lost an era ago had surfaced. He couldn't believe it was happening, so many feelings of content rushed in him, while he tried to suppress his laughter, unintentionally masking them as whimpers.
The tail seemed to only explore him there, his 'knightly' poise would have been broken completely had the tail gone into a deeper area.
Instead, she pulled her hands from their supporting role under her chin, and reached for that same area.
"Uhuhu-I'll make you worship me-nyan."
Shorter chapter, i know, but the last one was much longer.
Haven't updated in a while because of...a limited event character skin that shows less skin, I have had however trouble acquiring it :/
You know how RNGsus is, its stupid
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