#ch.ayato

Kazuha Kaedehara, and the Kitty On Deck.

─ When he first boarded the Crux Fleet, never did one expect the boisterous captain to have a cat with them of all animals. Don’t those graceful felines despise huge bodies of water? What would one gain from being so close to the edge, planks away from their supposed nemesis? Whatever the case may be, you are considered another one of the underlings, or rather a domesticated animal to be exact. You keep insisting that you are not but the miniature bell dangling freely from your collar notifying anyone of your presence tells a different story. Plus, the crew-mates aren’t certainly helping the argument as they praise and scratch behind your ears anytime they’d cross paths and you’d purr affectionately out of instinct, before withdrawing to save face. 

Not that there’s much left to retain, anyway.

─ Your precious Beidou, the one who rescued you from the wilderness is caught up in a stormy sea of responsibilities, throwing her around left-to-right, busying her from head-to-toe. Captain duties calls persistently. One cannot simply abandoned them because someone feels lonely. There are better things to attend to as much as she cares for you which is why you are left alone in the private corridors most of the time trying to find another source to keep you occupied. Her lack of attentiveness is disheartening, feeling the space between you two gradually widen with time, but what can you do? 

This is where Kazuha makes an appearance.

─ Why not tend to the ship’s beloved mascot? Not many take the time to properly check up on you, only the obligatory ‘how are you doing’ or typical warm greetings - they all started to blend together. Despite being surrounded by the people who can be considered family, a small part of you still feels isolated like you don’t belong here. A stranger in your own home; unable to naturally hop into their hearty conversations over past adventures because you weren’t present during that period. He understands. That, and they keep referring to you as a pet only. Isn’t that a little cruel? The way he views it, you’re still considered human. And if you follow mindlessly after him, a stray cat, he’ll treat you the same.

Eventually, Kazuha will ask Beidou a huge favor when the juncture provides.

He’s been nothing but loyal.

13. Warmth

You’re in his private corridors for tonight at his brief request.

Cute whines can be heard among the serene night, with your soft palms clutching onto white bedsheets trying your hardest to keep down these strange noises from leaking out of the room. It’s more than embarrassing. That, and you don’t want to disturb others resting in their peaceful sleep. Beidou had sent everyone on their own personal missions over the week, keeping each one occupied until their limbs felt like crumbling off their sore bodies. Everyone must’ve been terribly exhausted, and for that -

You don’t want to take their solitude away.

“Kazuha.. Aah, feels w-weird.”

They’re music to his ears. A song you must never share with a vindictive world. He’ll never get sick of eliciting these addictive sounds. He’ll never get sick of this, you being unable to comprehend the warmth brewing between your thighs, glassy tears poking at cat-like eyes as you try and stifle a moan. Adorable, he thinks, with his careful fingers brushing against sensitive, tight walls as he stares passionately, imprinting the sight before him at the back of his mind permanently - and his pace starts to get faster, forcing more lewd sounds out of you.

His full attention dead set, watching the way you mewl between shaky breaths, eyes shut tight afraid of meeting his own (in fear, or shame.) Face flushed, blouse unbuttoned revealing your breasts with hickeys scattered all over them and on your cute tummy from his surprisingly possessive assault. 

Kazuha’s always been gentle. Even during these moments.

“Don’t be scared, [Name],” he murmurs lightly, forehead grazing your own for added comfort, “It’s not scary to feel good.” 

Don’t stop yourself from what your body craves.

You don’t.

Thoma, and the House Puppy.

─ He is the Kamisato’s official and only housekeeper. An efficient worker, one on his own accord because such position gives him a better sense of responsibility, control. Every morning is an opportunity to improve oneself; assisting those in dire need of help around the nearest town. Thoma is up before the sun could make its grand appearance, tending to a long list of chores that falls all the way down to his ankles with an elated grin. Laundry, cooking, cleaning - he does it all professionally. More tasks that troubles the clan will be dealt with by him personally if they are shorthanded, which is to say - all the time. Not that he minds. Allows more room for improvement in areas he still has yet to hone: bargaining, brawling, blackmailing, you name it.

─ His favorite duty of the day is to attend to the house pet. A cute little puppy all caged up, hungry for attention and affection, or so they say. Your whimpers to be released from these inhuman confines are always ignored, Thoma whistling to himself as he prepares the treats and the dreaded tether to attach to that expensive, darling little collar the esteemed family is proud of presenting. Dehumanizing. You’ve been in their ‘care’ for about three months now (hard to count without a calendar or a clock in hand), there’s not much to do besides close your eyes and rest in this limited space, waiting endlessly for someone to come home. Even if they provided a generously sized cage, enough to where you can somewhat stretch in these confines, soft bedding and a couple miscellaneous items to keep one entertained, you never asked for this. Taking in someone, a human - half-human, to be their pet is depraved. Even for them. 

But who will speak up?

─ There’s a few things Thoma recalls regarding their puppy. Play nice, Ayaka encourages. She’s just too sweet on you, always willing to feign a blind eye to any types of misbehavior. A little nibbling never hurt, and if it did, she’ll just patch those loving wounds right back up thinking of it to be playful behavior. On the other hand, Ayato tells him to resort to discipline if needed. Dogs should already have obedience engrained in them. It is in their adoring nature, but for you in particular... Some more work still needs to be done which is why he’d tasked Thoma to handle the strict enforcement during his absences. A ton of commitment goes into training a pet..

Fortunate that he likes you.

14. Appeasement

The cage door swings wide open. 

Thoma’s staring rather affectionately at the half-asleep puppy, coaxing them into getting ready for their daily ”afternoon walk” around the premises. Occasionally, you’re lead around the nearby city in front of many, many citizens going about their day. They’re used to this sight at this point, normalized even, greeting Thoma followed by them cooing over you, the adorable pet. A medium-length leash tucked in his capable hand, tugging on it lovingly forcing you to crawl on your bare hands and knees as would an animal over to them, considering you are one.

Not just any animal; theirs.

Right now you don’t bother listening, limbs glued to the ground refusing to step out. Not out of spite, but out of pure exhaustion. Master Ayato had his way with you last night wanting to vent after an annoying meeting between difficult parties unwilling to come to a compromise.

A mistake on your end, they don’t take disobedience lightly.

You know this.

“… Ah?”

That, he questions lightly with his olive, slanted eyes narrowing, a playful chirp ringing in his delighted voice to pair off with an unsettling smile. A gloved hand caresses the skin of your thighs, soothing the soreness brought by your doting master prior, rubbing invisible circles into them, the other petting your head as your tail wags eagerly at the attention.

It’s not you, it’s your body reacting by nature. You do not like this.

You’ll try and convince yourself leaning closer to his comforting touch, at ease, for once... Before cruel fingers dug themselves into flesh, making you whimper, a kicked puppy.

“Puppy.. Why are you throwing a fit now? Do I have to treat this as if it were punishment? I don’t want to do that to our favorite girl.” 

Pause.

“Well,” he chuckles quietly to himself, “not as of now.”

And punishments, the mind can think of so much. They’re rattlingly creative in that department, determining which method is effective in keeping a disobedient mutt in line. Not that this was an arduous task. Anything they come up with always leaves you malleable and weak. One of them happens to be like a ‘walk-in-the-park’, but it’s during midnight and you have been stripped of the comfort of warm clothes and any remaining rights you had - forced to put up with chilly weather, wind running against your sensitive bare body. 

Then being lead around the headquarters naked, exposed, even when there isn’t a lot of people present does wonders on the psyche. This doesn’t happen too often, but when it does you’d even consider digging a six-feet grave with your name carved onto it. An escape through death; desperation. You think about this constantly, and consistently. It’s the only way out of their reach knowing the lengths they’d go into keeping what is theirs.

As for now, you just need to behave to avoid further punishment — cowering — nodding your head in defeat. It is in best interest.

“Good girl.”

A satisfying click can be heard.

The leash has been attached as advised.

Gorou, and the Cowering Bunny.

─ You were presented on a pricy pedestal as an anniversary gift; provided by Priestess Kokomi for knowing where his loyalty lies: with the Sangonomiya clan, the righteous group. Gorou’s never thought about anything else other than claiming victory on their end. Was there any room for another being to occupy his life? Especially someone so fragile.. and small? He doesn’t reach an answer until the sight of your droopy ears dangle off to the side, trembling under his scrutinizing gaze - hoping that this was another one of your sick dreams and not actually happening in present time. But beasts feast on fear and he can already taste it off you.

He licks his fang. 

─ It was tame at the start. To begin with you were bestowed during the fight for emancipation. A rabbit does not belong on the chaotic battlefield but safe in their obscure burrows. For the most part you’re left alone with a temporary caretaker, someone who will actually have patience and pure intentions - you’ll miss them plenty when your real partner comes back to pay lots of attention to you after the decree has been settled at once and the opportunity to try and run away completely disappears. Now, he can enjoy his present to the fullest without any distractions flocking by. You, and him; nothing else to ruin this moment. But just wait till you both hit mating season, an imminent event that’ll have him breeding you for days until you’re hardly conscious, his seed overflowing from your abused pussy and him making sure none of it goes to waste - there is no way that you haven’t been knocked up.

You’ll bare a lot of children for him whether you want to or not.

─ Even the forces recognize you: the General’s prey - er, friend? Not that they care to sweat over any details. Gorou’s reclusive regarding his private affairs. They’ll see him as an understanding commander, one who just wants what is best for them as he does you. They’ll look out as well when he brings you at a camp just to keep an eye even if you’ve never attempted to escape, not once. With bandages wrapped all around a frail body littered in prominent hickeys, playful bites, and light scratch marks - avoiding contact with his comrades in fear of being condemned. Signs of ownership, possessiveness, and just the way he pushes his hungry love onto you.

Gorou cannot help it, you’re just too cute to not eat!

15. Delirium

On the battlefield, he is known for being ruthless. 

Exhilaration floods in his system like a dangerous stimulant, running to his head as he rips through waves of faceless enemies using his strengthened claws and his sharpened teeth. Blood runs down his chapped lips - staining his uniform, but Gorou never falters. The lust for carnage persists until there is no longer anyone left to devour.

Victory tastes defined, fresh.

Copper staining his tongue, his teeth, his uniform - dripping from the corners of a wicked mouth as incisive canines latch onto unsuspecting invaders, penetrating flesh, tearing through muscles and tissue seamlessly as if it were his last meal.

To persist, to overthrow, to conquer.

And remember, it is not violence if they were vermin.

With the creaky door slamming wide open startling the poor wounded rabbit curled up in a lonely corner failing to seek comfort through darkness. An enemy you used to fear of, now a close friend that you’d hope would swallow your existence whole.

Gorou stands alert at the doorway, light blinding you momentarily trying to adjust to the sudden exposure.

A delirious glint glows in his teal blue eyes, scanning around the room for his enticing prey. When he coos out a name, yours, that has unknowingly enchanted him with an audacious spell, your heart wails and you cry.

He’s home.

Arattaki Itto, and the “Abandoned” Cat.

─ It just happened.. On one random excursion. His faithful lackeys stumbling upon a lost kitty cat in the dense mountains when searching for scraps left by petty treasure hoarders, Shinobu to be exact, and Itto never lessening a possessive hold. If you happened to be someone else’s, then too bad for them. Finders keepers - you’re his prized cat now! He’ll declare himself as your kind owner from there on out ignoring any complaints following a suit. Don’t worry, his loyal goons reassure you that their boss will treat you far well than the average human. Better than that! What’s not to like when Itto is providing everything besides privacy…

And are pets really in need of that?

─ He isn’t aware of how delicate you truly are. You’re usually found writhing in his suffocating grasp, being carelessly swung around like a cheap rag-doll from a thrift market. He carries you everywhere if safe to do so for extra moral support and is very shameless on displaying affection, confirming everyone’s suspicion that you are much more than what he states. Sweet of the troublemaker of the town to take in a defenseless kitty. Perhaps enough for them to almost forgive the gang’s silly shenanigans, your cuteness can be weaponized against many if used correctly.

─ You’re even tinier compared to his build, difference apparent. Putting you two side-by-side is comical to the eyes. You look like you’d break easily, crumble at even the slightest nudge. Is that why you sought protection from someone of a larger physique? ... Laughable, if only they knew how durable you truly are. Itto would know. Your small body somehow taking all of him, that visible tummy bulge, you being unable to produce a single thought, tongue lolling out, drooling. A face so fucked out, eyes rolled back - tearing away what little restraint he had from destroying you.

You’re like a favorite toy. Don’t worry, he won’t throw you away if you become wearied out, or broken.

16. Aftercare

“You need to be more mindful. You’ll break her at this rate.”

Someone mumbles under their breath.

The obscene sight hardly phases them, no. Frankly, this happens too often to be repulsed at this point. The Arataki Gang’s boisterous leader is known for inhumane stamina that comes with his unique traits, no human endurance could compare - and certainly not a petite kitty.

For that, a night with him holds no end.

Itto huffs, wiping the sweat and the enormous grin off his face. Even with some vigor left, he’d hold back. Someone is here. As much as there is pride in showing off fine results of his hard work, there’s no reason for anyone else to see you like this. Call it possessiveness.

“.. She can handle anything.” At the cost of your sobriety.

They clicked their tongue, hiding their disgust behind hardened eyes - in some way, keeping a calm composure, “Very well. Don’t come complaining later then.”

With a final pitiful look, one that feels like an eternity, they flee the room in immediate relief of the stifling room, door closing behind.

Itto’s gaze drifts down; heart melting.

He’s silently admiring his piece of art; a sick sense of satisfaction present in him. And you’re left disheveled, mascara mixed in with running tears and thick cum smeared all over your tiny body, ruined once again. Recovering, trying to find stability in between desperate wheezes for oxygen. But you’re still beautiful, he thinks.

A beautiful mess, and he’s the culprit.

Ayato Kamisato, and the Caged Puppy.

─ When his precious, darling little sister brought up the idea of tending to a pet, he thought that to be a wonderful idea! Sometimes the estate can be a little too quiet for their refined taste. A tamed animal would be able to brighten the dreary surroundings, filling the still air with contagious liveliness. Not that the siblings had to worry about any emergency absences, Thoma can handle another job on top of his other duties. The house trusts their keeper that much, even considering him to be a part of what is left of their family. No one is surprised when their young master returns home smiling with a collared ‘puppy’ trailing behind him helplessly.

They found one.

─ When they say puppy, they mean it. Even if Ayato is hardly present in the morning, he makes it up all in the afternoon and/or night. Bringing home thoughtful gifts fitting for a dog: treats meant for tamed animals, frisbees to play fetch with, and the occasional… toy. You’d only indulge in them out of boredom much to his sick amusement. Not many things to do locked away in an comfortable enclosure, anyways. There’s two bowls meant for you in the kitchen, for water and for food. You don’t eat food prepared specifically for a dog - you’re forced to eat like one, on the hard floor. He loves watching you who wavers, before bending your head down to lap up some water obediently. Ah, who can forget the custom-ordered lavish collar wrapped around your neck, ‘Kamisato’ imprinted in beautiful Kanji on it in case you’d run loose.

And yes, every time he arrives at home you will meet him at the doorway, starving for praise. You’ll do it all in order to appease him, if not for the sake of being allowed to move around without eagle-like supervision, not trapped behind iron bars.

─ Once the adorable puppy has accepted their place, then everything starts to get a little better. The cage no longer being a home, but rather a space to conduct punishment. You’ll have a personal little bed in the corner of his tidy room, maybe some small toys, Ayato preferred if his chambers were clean (considering he hardly remains there besides night, how can it possibly get dirty?). So why don’t you just give in? You might be able to sleep in his bed, with him, if you’re a really good girl.

Obedience comes rewards.

The bathroom, however, stays off-limits. You’ll do that business outside, naturally.

17. Perverse

If there is one thing he really likes, it’s to make others uncomfortable.

How they squirm scrutinized under his relaxed gaze, trying to adjust to whatever situation they’re thrown into abruptly (whether it’s orchestrated by him or not), Ayato likes them all the same. Noting mentally of what scares people, what makes them want to curl up in a fetal position, break. 

If conceivable, can be applied to upcoming enemies.

Those who try to play cool are forcing out strained smiles; those who can’t help but panic; a game he’d gladly participate in, with delight.

Tonight, his fascination leaves you defenseless. 

Arms behind your back, fastened by unkempt rope burning through fair skin; baby blue cloth secured around bright eyes, cutting off one of your senses; legs temporarily incapacitated, battered in vibrant, angry welts - courtesy of an eager whip.

All there is to do is anticipate, think of what Ayato has in store.

“S-Sca.. Scary.”

Your voice is hoarse, alien even to your own ears. Animals can’t speak, shouldn’t be able to anyways. His threat repeating itself continuously - slicing off your naughty tongue for good measure - and then you can’t actually say anything.

A golden rule has been broken…

... and he excuses it.

This doesn’t happen too often, your strict master forgiving mistakes.

But owners should be merciful sometimes, yeah?

Heizou Shikanoin, and the New Roommate.

─ It starts off with a tragic case. A couple going missing under no one’s radar, unfortunate that those were your loving parents. Finding out these sickening news when arriving back from a trip with close family friends, a group of intimidating men surrounding an empty run-down looking shack, your home - and a hospitable man bearing an attractive face. He greets the bewildered you coolly, like he was expecting your arrival any minute now. As for first impressions, Heizou makes quite the reputable one, making you feel somewhat at ease despite having been struck by desolation. No need to dwell any longer, the Tenryou Commission’s Detective has taken responsibility over this devastating incident. Heizou is, promising to bring a favorable conclusion... to the best of their abilities.

You cannot thank him enough.

─ With the distasteful section out of the way, the conversation falls into discussing the aftermath: if their child wants to remain in the house, for now. Thoughts of staying there, alone... feels haunting. Your troubled expression does not go amiss as Heizou proposes an idea: room with him.  No one else resides in that keepsake lodge near their headquarters, merely a bored adult in dire need of some company. In short, there’s reasonable space for a new roommate, and accepting means becoming someone else’s burden, someone’s liability - which is alright. Anyone a part of their community deserves assistance, especially in these trying times. Stay. Remain there until they have been found, alive or not. 

─ For this particular investigation, bizarrely, Heizou shares a few troubles. He’ll admit it during a hearty dinner, slightly sullying a light atmosphere - in good faith. You’re bummed, not disheartened. Everyone else had resigned themselves from an evidently impossible case, a sound decision for a lack of direction, suspects, and information leads to nowhere. If their boss has a hard time solving it himself then, what are the chances of them being able to give insight? To make up for this, he’ll make sure his guest (although it’s safe to say, an indefinite one) remains comfortable, providing superb hospitality. And yes, you do have freedom to leave the premise, whenever, wherever. Nothing physical will prevent you. But, isn’t that too dangerous? A culprit still runs loose, threatening a rather lovely city. Their next victim could very possibly be you. 

Hence, staying inside is in best interest. Heizou knows best, knows what your parents would like in their absence.

And he knows where they remain, not that he’ll ever disclose.

18. Winner

“A-Are you sure this… Do people really play this game?” Uncertainty is laced in your voice.

“Of course, do you remember how it goes?”

“ .. Stay quiet.”

“Yes, and if you make any noise,” hot breath fans over your sensitive slit, “I’ll have to punish you.” 

You’d bite your bottom lip in anticipation, a whimper away from losing a battle you’ve never had a chance in. The game hasn’t even started yet and you’re squirming. He’d have to pry your shaky legs to stay open, locking them in place.

You tremble even more. 

“It’ll be fun.” For him, he says, burying his eager tongue inside your sensitive cunt. Continuously overstimulating and edging you into tears without rupture, wanting to see you lose all reason and beg for something much, much larger.