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Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

Varick. . . It sounded sharp, and almost dangerous, and Elliot had no doubt that it would fit the blonde man to a 'T'. He'd have to be wary of how far he could push this man before he didn't anything that could be considered. . . dangerous. An interesting prospect, really - to see how a human would react when a pet didn't follow any rules not that he had really been following any up till now, either, but especially a collared pet. And now he had a face and a name to direct his anger at - which was even better. Elliot pressed his lips together as Varick checked the collar, and at the comment. As if the two of them would get along - there was just too much uncomfortableness between the two of them to really get along - even if they had just met a few minutes ago. That, and he held too much of a grudge, had too much frustration to ever get along with a human . It seemed so distasteful that he had allowed himself be sold - so really, what was worse? To stay in that hellhole, or to go along with this man? He didn't know yet, and it bothered him. Not following at first, he didn't move until the leather started to cut into his airways, and he followed the blonde out of the shop with an irritated look on his face, but it was soon gone as he finally stepped outside and he could see and taste and feel the air and sky again. His eyes widened briefly, before he closed them and took a deep breath. So much better than inside. . . Except for, you know, the rush and bustle of people, and the fact that he was naked in front of the public. He gave a small shudder at that, wishing that he was now properly clothed. Or was that not acceptable for a pet, as well? How common is it for people to own pets? Elliot asked abruptly as he noticed that the pair didn't garner as many strange looks as he thought they would - after all, he had thought that people would glance questioningly at the two of them a blonde human leading a teen catboy on a leash couldn't be too common of a sight! Could it?
Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

Common enough. Varick chuckled, looking over to see the look of apprehension on his pet's face. In a rare display of sympathy he stepped back -- leash still clenched firmly in hand -- and carefully removed his coat, which was a large trench made of white leather. Typical, perhaps, but perfect for a day as this, which was on the unseasonably cold side. It was getting to the end of winter but not quite there. The sky overhead was a dreary grey and flakes were falling. They did not stick, but the concrete sidewalk would feel like a solid block of ice to bare feet. Ah, my mind is not with me today... He considered, then quickly draped the coat over the boy's shoulders. Come. he said. A more 'eccentric' man the rich were never called what they truly were, which was raving would have let his pet suffer through in his nudity. A sane man would put his slave through it, if said slave had done something unforgivable. But Varick was stable enough and Elliot had done nothing to warrant such treatment -- yet. He was simply untrained. So, he led the teen back into the warmth of the shop, where he caught the owner's attention with a sharp, Entschuldigung Sie bitte . The owner looked up, his eyes uncomprehending for a moment. Huh? he murmured. This boy needs shoes, or else he'll have lost a toe or two to frostbite before even arriving home...which would not be...desirable. Varick explained, and understanding crossed the shopkeeper's face. Ah, right, sure... It wasn't a common request because quite frankly the common clientel were a bit on the unhinged side, but after a moment of searching, the balding man reappeared with a pair of nondescript sneakers. He handed them to Elliot, while Varick laid his money on the counter top. Entschuldigung Sie bitte 'Excuse me'.
Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

He frowned it was common for humans to own pets like him? He glanced around, and saw that Varick was right. There was a naga slithering on the ground next to a female human, being led on a leash as well, and there a catgirl happily purring next to her owner as he chatted to someone else. Why didn't any of the pets hate their masters? Why were they so damn content? It boggled the mind - shouldn't they ahte them for what they were put through, for what their owners did to them? Elliot blinked as the blonde stepped back and removed his trench. When is your mind ever with you? No sane human would buy a pet - especially me. But he didn't mind as the coat was draped over him, and he put his arms through the sleeves, and pulled it tighter about him, since it was several sizes too large for him. Silent now, he followed Varick back into the shop - was he going to return him? That would be the smart thing to do, after all. And it was warm inside, too, even if it stank of the other pets, and he wrinkled his nose in disgust. He stood behind the blonde as he caught the owner's attention again. Ah, so he got shoes as well. Wasn't he such a lucky pet? When he was handed the shoes, he quickly put them on, curling his toes briefly. Can we go now? He asked irritatedly, crossing his arms, his hands hidden in the sleeves. The whole affect was rather adorable, even if he was irritated with the whole situation right now. He didn't want to remain in this damned place any more than he had to, even if he was qually dreading going to his. . . owner's oh, what a hated word that was! But he did have one now, and Elliot should simply be glad that he wasn't being forced to call Varick anything else home.
Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

You have a low opinion of yourself, if you think no sane human would buy you. Pets are extremely popular. They're very common, nowadays...in fact, men and women often have more than one to keep them company. Varick said, shrugging his shoulders as he answered the question, belatedly. His mind had been on getting the neko some semi proper articles to protect him from the cold. Of course, it was a short trip from the shop door to the black Lexus parked out front...but he was concerned, nevertheless, for his pet's safety. Anyway. he said, and it was in an almost soft voice, compared to his usual rough tone. You're a very handsome catboy -- clearly worth every penny, even with the threat of having my couches clawed to ribbons. Varick smiled to himself, and led Elliot from the shop with out another word. Oh, he could practically feel the hate coming off the boy in waves, as he coerced him into the back seat. The passenger's side was vacant but it was only proper that a pet should be in back. It will only be a ten minute drive from here to our home. he said, in what he hoped was a consoling way. You'll like it there.
Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

Elliot frowned, having no reply for that. No, he didn't have a low opinion of himself - but he certainly doubted as to why a human would want to buy someone who was more than willing to slip something into their food if he was ever given the opportunity, after all. Ah, that brought to mind that poor succubus who was no doubt screaming with rage in the back - she had already attempted to kill several clientele who had come into the shop. . . Perhaps if he had emulated her, then Varick wouldn't have bought him. Handsome? Worth every penny? Words and phrases he wasn't used to hearing, especially from a human. You really shouldn't make jokes like that - I might be tempted to ruin every piece of furniture in your house now, Elliot replied dryly as he was led outside of the shop again, this time no longer as cold now that he had been dressed. . . somewhat. He allowed himself to be pushed into the back seat, even though he noticed that there was no one in the passenger's seat. Typical. I'm sure I will, he said, in a scathing voice. He most likely would find it comfortable enough, but how comfortable could it be if he was owned by someone and would no doubt be asked to do things he wouldn't want to? Elliot settled against the back seat of the Lexus, making himself comfortable against the leather seat, and closed his eyes, forcing himself to relax.
Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

It was several minutes down the road that Varick suddenly said, in a low, near inaudible voice Destroy all of it. I'll still have you. But the words were easily lost, masked by the rumbling of the traffic beyond the tinted windows of the Lexus. He kept his eyes on the road. Navigating his way smoothly through the jam that was rush hour, when everyone was so eager to make it home, probably to the company of their lovers, or their pets. He smirked to himself, lifting his hazel eyes to examine his boy in the rearview mirror. Surprisingly, the look that he was already beginning to associate with his pet had slipped away. In its place was an expression of near-contentment. Of course, he could be looking hopefully into these things -- the German might be a sadist and a pervert, but he was also a romantic, and he longed for the day when he could tame Elliot in the fullest way possible -- by claiming his trust, his body, and most importantly, his heart. Of course, not necessarily in that order. Grinning faintly to himself he barely noticed when they arrived. The commute home was such a familiar one. Guiding the car down the smooth drive that led straight to the doors of the house house? hardly. a house didn't generally have more than three stories...whereas Varick's 'house' did. Here we are. he announced, pulling the keys from the ignition. He climbed out of the car, and walked around to Elliot's side, where he opened the door and again took hold of the length of chain that was his leash. He cocked his head, in the direction of the large double doors that led in, now up a short staircase and only feet away. Welcome home, Elliot. Varick murmured.
Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

He noticed Varick watching him in the rearview mirror, but didn't give any indication that he had noticed. Instead, he merely glanced out the mirror to watch the speeding cars, his black tail flicking in an idle and rather bored manner. After the initial few minutes of being outside, the shock and wonder of being outside of the shop had worn off. Now, he didn't really expect living with Varick to be too different. It might be more luxurious, but he was still owned, and would no longer have freedom once more. The collar and leash he now had on was certainly proof of that. After awhile, Elliot noticed that they had pulled into a driveway, and he turned from his position. His eyes widened briefly, before he went back to looking bored. That wasn't simply a house. . . that was an honest to God mansion. How rich was this fucking human? Obviously, he muttered, waiting for him to open the door on his side. He scowled as Varick too hold of the chain again, and climbed out of the car. He stared, lips pursed, at the double doors. It'll never be home - it'll just be another damned prison, only with the trappings of luxury. Your home, Varick - he wanted to choke and take back his name, he hadn't intended to use his actual name, and certainly didn't want to him offer the respect that using a name conferred - but certainly not mine. Elliot was adamant about this.
Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

Varick made no move to assert his opinion on Elliot's words -- yet. Instead he led the catboy silently up the six steps it took to reach the front door. There was a doorbell, but he paid it no mind -- this was his home, after all, and he shared it with no one but perhaps the cooks who came and go as they were needed, and a kindly old maid who made her appearance in the mornings only. Opening the large doors, he was the first over the threshold. Not a gentlemanly act, he was well aware of that, but he was also aware that Elliot might be his 'pet', but most of all he was his slave. And he knew that it was what Elliot expected, too. So why disappoint? Varick smirked lightly to himself, and as soon as the doors were closed he took the boy, placing both hands over his shoulders. Using this impulse to hopefully catch him off his guard, he soon had the dark eared teen pinned back against the oak of the front doors. Without waiting for reaction, he leaned in, so that there eyes were on a level, their faces inches apart. This place, he said. is as much your home as it is mine now. You can fight it all you like... He lifted his hand, and brushed his fingers along the boy's lips, feeling their softness as he was feeling daring. If the feral wanted to bite, let him bite. This pervert was versatile -- a sadomasochist, his friends would say, and he was prepared to take whatever the boy wanted to throw his way. But then such an offense wouldn't come without serious consequence.
Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

The catboy followed him inside, glancing around. It was certainly an amazing place - albeit it a rather. . . well, empty one. He glanced sharply at the human as he felt the heavy weight of hands on his shoulders, and wasn't quite sure what to expect from him. An act of violence? A sharp hiss escaped his lips as that one thought was made true - his head banged backwards against the wooden doors, and his vision swam briefly. Fuck! The expletive escaped his lips, and he blinked, trying to clear his vision. And all he saw in his field of vision was the blonde human, face to face. He flinched as he felt the fingers brush against his lips, and his brow furrowed as he instinctively bit the fingers, feeling blood in his mouth. Don't touch me! There was the anger rising up again - why did the human insist on toying with him? Being nice outside, and insiting that he was a pet, companion, and then turning around to push him up against the doors? And to touch him! He wanted to spit in the mans face, but instead Elliot turned his head off to the side and spat out the blood onto the floor. He didn't like being touched, loathed it even. It was such an invasive act to the teen, and consequently, he often hated the people who did touch him. Don't do it again. He managed to spit out the words, glaring hatefully at Varick.listu
Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

I'm being gentle, you know. Varick chuckled, though the strength in his hands offered a slight contrast to his words. He wasn't weak. But he wasn't violent either. His hold on Elliot was firm for certain, in a way that would make evading him a difficult task. Then -- There came a sharp pain in the form of teeth digging into skin, and the German reacted of course, being human. His other hand tightened and if his former grip had been 'gentle' than this must be 'moderately less gentle' because the strength in that renewed grip brought about the threat of a bruised shoulder, later, if much more squirming were to take place. Varick's expression was odd. Pain flickered in his eyes, but he continued to smile -- as if this were nothing, no different than if they had just sat down at a table to have their first talk, or something along those lines... Relax. he stated, plainly. He remained very close -- but his fingers had been withdrawn...the blood that dripped from them now doing a good job of staining his own coat, which Elliot still happened to be wearing. Now, let us observe some simple facts. The first is that I just bought you. Not for the cheapest price, either. I think the shopkeeper would have sold me one of his girls more readily -- I'm not sure why... He paused there, because he did have an idea as to why, though he didn't say it then. The point is that I bought you and by law you are mine. You may not like it - I may not even like it, that remains to be seen - but it is what it is. ...but what do we do with it? Do we continue to hate and fear each other? Though Elliot didn't scare him in the slightest, he thought to put this in, intent on further putting the cat at ease. If that were possible - he was very riled at the moment, and not wrong for being so. If we went on as we are starting now, you would destroy me, and perhaps I would destroy you, too. I don't want that to happen, Elliot. I want us to...get along. As well as an owner and his pet can, in this world. But first, you must understand that there are rules that as my pet, or even if you were only my guest, you would be expected to respect. He went no further than that, curious to see how Elliot would respond before even trying to continue.
Thread: gunpowder chant {shuichi + mei}

Uwah! You're back! 3 How's everything? D Gentle, my ass. If this was gentle, he honestly hated to think what violent and forceful meant and felt like. Elliot gave a small growl hypocritical bastard. His words simply didn't fit with his actions - and that laugh was simply so . . . so. . . annoying! To say the least. What reason did this man have to laugh at him so? And bruising would occur, as Elliot shifted and squirmed briefly under the harsher grip, able tofeel the pad of the mans fingers grind against his bone in an irritating manner. And Varick was smiling . Elliot had seen the pain in his eyes, but that was it. No anger, no annoyance - nothing. At least he was smart enough to remove his fingers, unless the blonde wanted one bitten off next. A brief look of disgust crossed his face as the sharp, coppery smell of blood flooded his nose. Relax? The teen nearly shouted. How the hell am I to relax? He tried to pull himself out of the man's grip again. Especially in this situation! But Elliot stopped moving finally, and instead, he settled for glaring at Varick. Why the hell did Varick by him anyway? Elliot simply couldn't fathom the reason as to why anyone would want to buy him - after all, the shop owner had placed such an exorbitant price on him for a reason He simply wasn't a good pet, and people who bought him would simply be annoyed. So spare them the frustration of such a rebellious pet, and make him as close to unbuyable as possible. The girls are more compliant. . . Elliot muttered, lips curling into a sneer. More tameable. They're willing to do anything. The catboy hated all of the other catgirls in the shop. And after some of them tried to flirt and sleep with him, and were continually rebuffed, they gave up. He scoffed. Only by law. You may think you owe me, but you don't. Hate? Certainly. Elliot hated the man before him - hated him hated him hated him. And god, he hated him so fucking much. But as for fear? Elliot had no reason to fear him - yet. Should he fear the man? Was that what the man was trying to imply? But now he only pouted, as if a child would upon being reprimanded. Varick's words had put him at ease - somewhat, but he was still highly wary of him. Rules? Elliot was tired of rules. He didn't want them anymore - they were such a hindrance. Especially after so many years of captivity. What sort of rules? He licked his lips finally, tasting the dried blood and pulling a face at the taste. He wondered what the consequences would be if he tried to punch Varick, if he disobeyed. How would he react then? Would he beat him, abuse him, kick him out to sleep on the streets so he learned his lesson? Or just leave him outside , no longer wanting him? Or would he simply be dropped off outside of a petshop once more?
Thread: The Kitten Hotel (Rhea and dleibman)  =Yuri Version=

Congratulations! You've won a week's time in the well-known Kitten Hotel! Rumors have it that there are real, yes REAL catgirls there! How they got there is a total secret, but now you get to spend one week in the presence of these beautiful, exotic women! What are you waiting for! Input your name and e-mail adress and we'll send over you ticket! This was the annoying message which popped up some while ago on the computer. It was a weird looking pop up, almost for an anime junkie or hentai lover. It didn't seem the slightest bit legit. A couple of days later, a return mail arrived to a girl named Sami, who filled out the form thinking it was a joke. It held instructions and everything, very specific, very detailed. The trip itself wasn't too long, and the young girl Sami followed it perfectly.
Thread: The Kitten Hotel (Rhea and dleibman)  =Yuri Version=

Sami looked around the lobby of the hotel, it seemed empty though there was every once and a while a meow. The young brunette walked up to the reception desk and rang a small bell. She was waiting for about a minute before someone came out to greet her. Ah hello ma'am said the inn keeper. How may I help you today? U-um I'd like a room she said softly holding out a small printout of an email she had recieved. It said I would get a free stay for a few nights. The Innkeeper looked at the paper and then up into the young woman's blue eyes. Ah yes Ms. Brinks, we've been expecting you she said to her. Here is your key to your room she said softly passing her a key. Room 208, would you like help with your bags? she asked. O-oh no Im fine I think I can manage she said. Thank you she finished begining to walk off so she could get settled in her room.
Thread: The Kitten Hotel (Rhea and dleibman)  =Yuri Version=

The room itself was absolutely luxurious, not even the pop up described it as that pretty. The lights and furniture, a wonderful aroma filled the room, and the bed was gigantic. No catgirls though.
Thread: The Kitten Hotel (Rhea and dleibman)  =Yuri Version=

Sami walked inside and spun around a little looking into the vastness of her room. Wow, I wonder where the catgirls are, if there really are any she said softly. She set her things by the door and then decided to head out and check out the hotel, maybe there was a pool or some large courtyard. She wandered aimlessly and eventually arrived outside at a large pool.
Thread: The Kitten Hotel (Rhea and dleibman)  =Yuri Version=

Oooh... so it seems you've found this place already. Said a voice from behind her. The area, despite the weather outside was generally warm. It was a nice place to relax, although it was a bit creepy being there all alone. Behind Sami was a woman which apparently had cat ears on her head! Could it be?
Thread: The Kitten Hotel (Rhea and dleibman)  =Yuri Version=

Sami jumped when she heard the woman's voice. She quickly turned around and faced the girl blushing from embarrassment. W-wha... how'd you sneak up on me? she asked. And who are you?! Those ears have to be fake she said walking up grabbing them and pulling on them softly.
Thread: The Kitten Hotel (Rhea and dleibman)  =Yuri Version=

Oh... Sorry... I tend to do that to people... my name is Akiiii!! She yelled, her head being pulled down somewhat by Sami's curious tug. Ow! What the heck's your problem lady! You're supposed to be a guest not a fighter...
Thread: The Kitten Hotel (Rhea and dleibman)  =Yuri Version=

A-are.... these real? she asked letting go of the girls ear when she yelled. S-sorry this is all just kind of hard to believe, I mean catgirls can't exist can they? she said to herself. She looked down at the girl as if she had directed it to her.
Thread: The Kitten Hotel (Rhea and dleibman)  =Yuri Version=

Well some people just by ears and put them on... I don't like showing this... but in case you hadn't noticed... I don't have ears where you do... She said, raising up her hair slightly from the sides. It's just flesh there. See? My ears, are in fact... up here. She grabbed her ears and squeezed them with her fingers, smiling.
Thread: The Kitten Hotel (Rhea and dleibman)  =Yuri Version=

S-so you really are a catgirl... I-im sorry she said bowing. What happens when I scratch you here? she asked starching between the girl's ears on the top of her head. Do you act like cats in a lot of ways?
Thread: The Kitten Hotel (Rhea and dleibman)  =Yuri Version=

Sometimes... Her eyes seemed to halfway close as she seemed in trance. Sometimes it tickles..... Her hands rose up to Sam's arm then fell off before she started to lean towards her before snapping out of it. Sometimes it feels really nice... Her eyelids dropped again, her tail moving slowly back and forth, It's so... She finally shut her eyes and rubbed herself closely against sam, her nose by Sam's neck, the cat girl Akina purring quietly.
Thread: The Kitten Hotel (Rhea and dleibman)  =Yuri Version=

Sami chuckled and little and continued to rub her. I bet you like this huh she said with a small smile. Are you the only catgirl here... I thought it would be full of them she said softly.