Bad Kitty

Kyo walked along the tall wrought iron fence, dreading what he was about to do. He came to the gate of Frost Manor and hesitated. But this was his last chance, he reminded himself. If this didn't pan out, he'd either starve to death or freeze to death in the blizzard tomorrow night.

As an admittedly wimpy-looking bobcat-boy, he was constantly being picked on. Humans thought he was—at best—a pervy cosplayer or—at worse—an abomination, easy to exterminate. Other anthros thought he was just pathetic. He was short, had no muscles to speak of, and didn't even have the reputation of his feline side to fall back on; bobcats were hardly as majestic as lions or as feared as tigers or as mysterious as leopards. Worst of all, at the mature age of 19, he was about as big as he was ever going to get, and had no hope of ever cutting an intimidating profile. So he usually hid his weaker cat features with baggy clothes and hooded sweaters.

No, this was it. He had to do it. He took a deep breath, ready to push the intercom button.

"What's the matter, darling?" said a wickedly smooth voice behind him.

Kyo froze. He knew the owner of that voice—only by reputation. That was the vampiress Scarlet Frost.

"N-nothing!" he squeaked. "I j-just wanted to return something."

"What?" she asked, her voice dripping with censure.

"This!" Kyo held up the red-jewel pendant on a silver chain.

"You mean the thing you stole!" Scarlet hissed, her ruby eyes glowing with rage. "Be honest—you couldn't sell it. Every jeweler, every pawn broker, every crook knows that necklace belongs to me, and wouldn't touch it. So you thought maybe you could get a reward if you returned it."

That had been exactly what happened, but she made it sound so...insidious. He had just been in the right place at the right time to pocket the beautiful piece, hopeful that it would provide enough money to get him through the bitterest months of the year. The plan had backfired. He hadn't meant to get anyone in trouble. Who would have known that a vampires as wealthy and old as Scarlet would take the theft of such a small item so personally?

"N-no...it's not like that...I-I just...I only..." Kyo stammered, tears pricking in his eyes. His stomach added a mournful gurgle to his feeble protests.

"Oh!" Scarlet said, all the malice gone from her face. Her eyes softened and she pulled away. "You're hungry." Then, in the most unexpected, friendly way, she wrapped an arm around his thin shoulders and guided him through the gates of Frost Manor. "Come, precious. Let me take care of you. It's the least I can do for the return of my necklace," she invited warmly. "A good meal, warm shower, and soft bed will set everything to rights. You'll see."

She led him like an honored guest through her mansion to the dining hall. Scarlet's personal chef served Kyo the finest sushi and thick sweet cream. She watched him while he ravenously ate. When he got to the cream, she asked him to lap it slowly.

"No sense in spilling a drop, precious," she reasoned.

Kyo obliged as much as he could, but he still managed to get the cream all over his face. Scarlet smiled, her eyes smoldering almost violet with appreciation as Kyo used his long, sandpapery tongue to clean his whiskers.

Then she led him to the bathroom, which was larger than his entire old apartment. The shower wasn't nearly as enjoyable as dinner, but it was warm. Scarlet waited for him just outside the shower stall, passing him spicy-smelling soaps and shampoos and conditioners. His fur had never been cleaner or sleeker. She even helped towel him dry, her strong hands rubbing his whole body briskly until his short fur was as fluffy and soft as it had been when he was a kitten.

Then Scarlet had tucked him into bed—still in the nude, but he was too tired to care. The smooth Egyptian cotton sheets and heavy down comforter seduced him into sleep before he could summon even a modicum of modesty. Was this really the Lady Vampiress Scarlet Frost that the whole town feared and admired? She was so...tender.

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"Oh Kyo-kyo," sang Scarlet's voice, calling Kyo out from his deep, contented sleep. "Wake up sleepy-head. I have something for you."

Kyo rolled over and blinked up at Scarlet. Then his eyes widened and he bolted upright. She stood at the foot of his bed in a black bodice, lace panties, and fishnet stockings. Her dead-white skin glistened in the low lamp light and her ruby eyes sparked with fire. She had a huge paddle over one shoulder with the word "Discipline" carved into the flat surface.

"You've been a bad kitty," she scolded with sassy severity. "You stole my necklace and you tried to lie to me about it. I can't let you get away with such bad behavior, can I?"

"No, ma'am," Kyo squeaked. She was so beautiful he could hardly catch his breath. And if she was proposing what he thought she was proposing...

"So I am going to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget," she threatened with a glint in her eye.

"Yes, ma'am!" Kyo mewed.

"Now, come here, kitty-kitty-kitty."

Kyo rushed over to her, heedless of his lack of clothes. Scarlet pulled a collar from behind her back and deftly buckled it around his neck. The bell affixed to it jingled as she hooked one figure in the now secure collar and she dragged him over to a high leather-padded bench. She almost threw him onto it, and he obligingly bent over, holding his tail up and out of the way of his perky ass in offering for whatever justice she was about to deliver.

Whack! The paddle came down across both cheeks. Kyo cried out in shock and pain. It was heavy and she was strong. It was like getting kicked by a mule!

"That was for stealing the necklace in the first place," she declared.

Just as the sting ebbed into a dull throb—WHACK!

"That was for trying to sell it to Antonio Luca."

WHACK

"That was for trying to pawn it to Stinky Stu."

WHACK

"That was for trying trade it at the reservation."

WHACK

"That was for almost dropping it off a bridge."

Kyo's eyes were streaming with tears. His backside burned, but he knew he deserved it. Everyone had warned him that the Lady Scarlet would have her revenge on him. What scared him the most was that she knew all the details, as if she had been following him since he had pocketed the piece.

WHACK

"And that was for lying to me," she said and set down the paddle.

Before Kyo could do anything, Scarlet put her cool hands on his burning backside, gently using her undead flesh as a cold pack to sooth the ache. Kyo squirmed—he loved it when his ass was toyed with. Scarlet's hand slid down to play with his balls, massaging them gently and bringing intense pleasure into his painful world. The other stroked his hips in circling motions, encouraging him to almost hump the bench, except his engorged member wasn't getting a scrap of friction.

"And this is for bringing it back to me," she crooned as she toyed with him. "I have a proposition for you, my precious Kyo-kyo. After we are done here, your penance will be paid, and you'll be free to go your way. But I've become very fond of you, and I would like you to stay. Won't you stay with me, precious?"

Her knuckles firmly stroked the place where his scrotum met the taint, and Kyo moaned loudly. Carnal lust blurred his vision and he bobbed his head up and down. She fed him, she bathed him, she cared for him unlike anyone else in his entire life. And while he had always known he was a BDSM sub, she was the first one to be gentle with him—she gave pain and pleasure. As long as she wanted him, he was willing to endure anything to be by her side. He was captivated by her.

Scarlet noticed his consent and gently eased off pleasuring him. Kyo whimpered as her hands left him and looked over his shoulder to see what she would do next.

"Your penance is done, my precious Kyo-kyo. I forgive you for stealing my necklace," she decreed regally.

"But—but..." he whined, unwilling to pester her for satisfaction but desperately needing it at the same time.

Scarlet saw his dilemma instantly and grinned wolfishly. "Aww, do you want something else, little Kyo-kyo?"

"Mm-hmm," he nodded, his green cat's-eyes pleading with her.

"Then you need to be good," she told him, backing away. "That's only for good kitties."

"I can be good!" Kyo protested. He fell to his knees and crawled after her as she glided out of the room.

"Good or bad...you're mine now, Kyo-kyo." she laughed softly, her voice echoing into the dark.