Housecat (Closed for Freekles)

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There she went talking about him being her pet mortal...it irked him, but he let it go as she kept going. Wadjet...another vaguely familiar name from hieroglyphs and studies long since shoved to the deeper recesses of memory. She went right into wanting to learn English better, that the kiss they'd had was the source of her first bit of knowledge. She shoved the food to the side and climbed up on the counter. The look in her eyes was predatory and sensual.

Zack felt his heart beating harder in spite of himself as she got nearer, hearing his pulse hammer in his ears. Then her hand or knee came down on the TV remote he'd left sitting on the kitchen island. It had a clear enough shot to activate the television in the living room, blaring to life on some random channel. The cat-girl-goddess fell from the granite, landing on her hands and knees beside it and him.

"Monster...What... thing? Monster? Loud. Ate people?"

She looked terrified and curious at the same time. He couldn't help but laugh, getting up and discarding what was left of the fish. He'd have to find something else to eat later, but for now he wasn't hungry. He walked into the living room, inviting her to join him. The modest furniture was a deep brown leather. A recliner and a couch. More than enough room for a few guests and the occasional overnight guests that weren't to share his bed.

He held the remote up for Bastet to observe, turning the volume on the unit down and changing the channel to a local news show.

"Not a monster. Technology. It uses electricity and light to create a picture. You've probably never seen anything like it before...Hmm...Well, I assure you no one was eaten. It's just an image that's being transmitted here."

He pointed to the screen, changing the channel a few times just to emphasize his point. He ended up on a classic movie station. It happened to be airing Gone With the Wind. He quirked a brow at it but sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to him. The movie was nearly over.

"This will probably work too to help you learn more language."

Just then, Clark Gable delivered Rhett Butler's famous line:

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."

Zack laughed again; of course her first foray into television would end in profanity. The credits rolling on the screen slid to the side as the channel announced it would be showing an encore.

"Oh, good. Now you can see the whole thing. That line will make more sense if you've seen it all."

He questioned whether she'd understand anything about the movie, but it was worth a try.

 

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She didn't quite understand. But, as he moved away from the table, following up behind her, showing her the odd little thing in his hand, she was starting to get it. Zack could make the loudness change? He confirmed it as he pointed the bar at the noisy box, changing the sound, then the picture. Bastet's eyes widened, watching this, standing perfectly still as her tail curled and swayed in curiosity. Well now. This was certainly interesting.

"You make people do what Zack want?"
Zack had power as well! Perhaps he could be far more useful than simply a servant to the Feline Goddess. A man of such ability... Hm..

He explained how it worked, though she didn't get the words he was using. Enough, however, to come to the conclusion that it wasn't all Zack's doing to make the people change. Every time he touched that bar thing, the people would do something different. So it was THAT thing that caused it. "Ohhh."

Still watching, she caught him out the corner of her eye, settling down onto the seating alongside the wall. Peeking over, he patted next to him, a glance given her way. Invitation? A brow raised, Bastet creeping over slowly, finally settling in next to him. Oh, this was comfortable. She nodded in agreement to an unspoken conversation- Yes, she liked this completely.

A new set of people. A man with face hair. A woman in a big fluffy dress. Bastet would lose her tail completely in a thing like that! The man spoke, words that made Zack suddenly laugh a little. Bastet merely smiled back, then looked back to the people as Zack spoke on how it might help her learn.

"I don't... give a damn."
She beamed, proud of having managed to repeat the man on the box so perfectly. "Zack! I don't give a damn! See? Better words! I don't give a damn!" Now proud and excited to have gained the sentence that made sense- at least, from what she had picked up of it- she leaped up onto her knees on the couch, happily hugging Zack and kissing him once more.

Oh, right.
Now she remembered how much she had liked that the first time.
Her hands rested on his cheeks, now curling her fingertips against his skin and keeping him close to her as she continued the kiss, her lips parting as she purred softly. He tasted so nice... so good against her lips. Maybe it was simply because of how long she had been encased like that, but-

She wanted more of that. A big perk was the language pull she could take from him while doing so. Right. She would use that as the excuse behind it.

"Zack...," She finally whispered as she let go of him, that purr lingering behind her voice as her fingers traced his cheeks. "You... make Bastet.... feel very good. Thank you... for letting Bastet free. No more bad Bastet. Try to behave. Is... hard. You can... teach Bastet to fit in?"

 

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Zack smiled as Bastet took to the phrase, repeating it over and over. He watched as she leapt up and turned to face him. He was surprised when her lips pressed against his, but the fervent nature of the kiss caught him entirely. He could smell a scent but couldn't place it. It made his head start to swim, like being drunk. It lingered at the edges of his mind while she pulled back, hands cupping his face and trailing her delicate fingers over his cheeks.

"Yeah, I'll try. Might take some doing, some practice, but I'm sure you'll get the hang of it."

His hands came up, finding her wrists and sliding along her forearms. His heart was beating harder again. It was like staring into her eyes made him weak or something. The movie started again, the opening credits finally ending, but He was only vaguely aware of it. He was lost once more, swimming in the shimmering green of her eyes. There was a flash of golden yellow and he could swear her pupils were more feline for an instant. His eyes trailed down to her lips and he leaned forward to kiss her. It was his turn to do it; after all, he was in control.

As their lips met, he wasn't so sure anymore.

When he eventually pulled back, he smiled and nodded in the direction of the TV.

"Want to watch? We haven't missed any of the important parts yet."

 

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His skin felt nice beneath her fingers. He had... fuzz like her, slightly. Enough for her thumbs to catch. She liked that. Continuing to pet against him, her eyes raised to look at him, still smiling as he agreed to teach her more. With his help, the words hopefully wouldn't be so difficult. Already, she had a further understanding of them developing... And the whole concept of 'behaving herself' around humans was going to be difficult, especially with her continued belief that humans were supposed to expect that of a god- and know how to handle that themselves. The best way to calm a grumpy goddess was to simply comply... And Zack, unfortunately, wasn't doing that.

Instead.. He wanted HER to comply. Hmph. DIdn't he even realize that a basic feline was considered a great honor to serve? To make a feline goddess subservient to mortals-ridiculous! She would play along, for now. Whatever got her more of that fish- and more time with Zack. She could work on re-educating him at a different time, when she could speak easily with him. Too hard now. He didn't take her seriously at all.

Her tail twitched curiously from side to side as the music restarted behind them, peeking over for a moment, then back to Zack as she felt his hands against her wrists. A tiny trill came to throat at that, her eyes widening a bit, a smile retaking her lips. "If Zack want Bastet to learn...," She started slowly, the words trailing off as she noticed the look in his eyes, her own drifting closed as he leaned in and kissed her once more.

Purring. She was definitely purring now, the rumble that built deep into her stomach, vibrated in her throat. She enjoyed this even more than petting his cheek! Her lips parted, tracing her rough tongue gently against his lip, her tail pushing up against her to run against his side. She would need to claim him, somehow. The ink upon his skin did well enough for now, but if her sister dared to even try to raise her serpentine head, she would most likely try to claim him herself. No. That was no good. Zack was Bastet's!

A tiny whine came as he pulled away, her head nuzzling in against his chest as he slipped back a bit. He was saying something. She wasn't really paying attention, not to-Oh. The mini people.

"Bastet watch." She nodded in agreement, curling up on the couch, resting against him still. The woman in the dress was certainly a whiny one. Is that what Zack thought of her? She was no where near that bad! But something else caught her attention, something that bothered her. Her tail flicked back and forth with a slight snap to it when she noticed it, growing more and more annoyed with it as the mini people continued.

The way these people spoke... wasn't quite the way Zack spoke.

"They make sounds funny. Not like Zack." An abrupt blurting, rolling over once more to look up at him, then peering around. "Zack have other mini people?" What was that thing he had used? That long black bar... Ah, over there. She climbed over his lap, sprawling out to grab the bar thing and waving it at the mini people. A look of annoyance came to her face as they refused to change as they had for him, flailing it around even more."Go away now! Bastet want different people! Go!" She tried once more, then huffed slightly, turning to look at Zack once more, her lip jutting out as she held the bar out to him. A look of pure begging. "Zack? You fix for Bastet? Want to learn more like Zack words... We watch those little people?"

Just as quickly as the thought came in, something else caught her attention; a noise outside. She was back off the couch, going to pull aside the fabric and peering out the hole to outside. Her eyes widened as she saw people, letting go to look back at Zack. "We go out? Yes? Please?" She pointed outside again, noting a woman in a black dress walking past. "Bastet want that. Zack clothes... feel funny. Want that. I go get. She give me! I Bastet!" Proudly proclaiming who she was, she eagerly started for the doorway where she had seen Zack come in earlier.

 

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The series of events unfolded rather quickly; first with her purring at their continued kisses and then cuddling next to him to watch the movie. That was short-lived. She was curious on their different speech and wanted to learn something more modern.

She reached over him, stretching out across his legs to grab for the remote, the t-shirt riding up her thighs as her tail flicked back and forth. He tried not to ogle her, but failed miserably. She was so lithe and smooth-skinned, it was hard not to stare. Once she managed to claim it she sat back up, and Zack stifled a laugh as she waved the remote control like a wand before the TV. She gave up on that as her ears twitched, sensing sound and movement that he hadn't caught outside. She dashed to the window and said something about taking a woman's clothes, or having them given to her due to her godhood.

Before he could stop her, she was up and moving toward the door. She nearly had it opened when he caught up to her, pushing it firmly closed with one hand. He leaned close to her, looking around to see her eyes. They were still that otherworldly green.

"You can't go out there. Not dressed like that. Even if people ignored your ears and tail, you...well, you don't have on any pants. That's generally frowned upon."

He saw how crestfallen she looked and offered a small smile.

"I tell you what, if you agree to put some other clothes on, we'll go and get you something nice to wear. Will that work for you?"

He stood there with his hand on the front door, leaning toward her and waiting for her to answer. His eyes kept roaming, then darting back to her eyes. It was like he couldn't help himself.

 

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"Zack stop telling Bastet what to do." She tried hard to keep an authoritative tone to her own voice, but it managed to simply come out as more a pout than anything else. Her hand still rested on the part of the door she had seen him grab so many times now, gingerly letting go as he explained it a bit more.

Humans. Disbelief. All that...

Her lip jutted out a bit with his good reasonings sinking in, folding her arms over her chest instead and glaring at him. Why did he have to go and raise valid points?

"Woman not wear pants," she mumbled under her breath, her tail managing to whip about behind her in a slightly annoyed pattern, her ears dropping down a bit against her dark hair. She had really wanted to go out there. There were new smells out there, and far more interesting things than simply here in his apartment. She had been stuck in the same spot for far too long- and now that she saw just how much was out there in the world, even just from his Wall Hole, she wanted to get out there and experience it! After all, how was she supposed to rule this new world properly if she didn't know what it needed?

The offer of going out, however, did return... with stipulations. Bastet hesitantly looked up at him once again, her tail's annoyed lashings slowing to a contemplating side to side flick as she licked her lips.

"Bastet NOT wear ZACK pants," She finally stated firmly, holding her head back up and looking at him with a slight tilt of her head. "Zack have other? Need Bastet clothes. Rather not WEAR clothes.... Tail hurt." She frowned with that, reaching back to grab hold of the slightly frizzed mess and pulling it up beside her, cuddling it a little. "Zack get new food? Bastet like Zack food. Good taste. Not like old Bastet food."

She realized something now.
Every time she used his name.. she purred.

"Zack carry Bastet," She blurted suddenly, leaping towards him and wrapping her arms about his neck. "Bastet can stay... naked... in Zack home?"

 

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She was trying to be regal, to be commanding. It just made him smile. With fumbled words it was hard to come across as powerful as she felt she was; it was easy for Zack to see her as a pouty little cat-girl, wanting her way.

"I'm just trying to protect you, Bastet. Those people out there would think you were a weirdo, especially if you went around demanding things of them."

She'd gone off on a rant about not wearing pants again, about how women outside didn't have to...He was listening but his eyes kept roaming. The hem of his shirt rode up each time her tail swished from side to side, even more so when she held it in her hands and cuddled it, lamenting its frizzy state. Her skin was so smooth, soft-looking. He swallowed hard and brought his eyes back to hers.

Just then, she leapt at him. At first he thought she was going to maul him with her claws in an attempt to incapacitate him and then escape. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck, legs going reflexively around his waist. His hands moved instinctively as well, catching and supporting her weight at the backs of her thighs. His shirt rode up even higher then, just as she asked about being naked in the house. Zack swallowed hard once more before responding.

"I...I don't see why it should be a problem. I mean, as long as you don't mind me seeing you naked."

 

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"Zack see Bastet naked. Not care before. Why care now? Zack make Bastet wear clothing. Bastet not even want!" She smiled again, nuzzling her head up against his cheek with a giggle. Silly human. He was hers, wasn't he? He was certainly going to need to get used to seeing her in her natural state in any form, if he were tend to her in bathing.

Oh, but that was on that list of things to talk about once she could talk in a way he understood....

"Zack good. Keep Bastet safe. Then, Bastet keep Zack safe. You see. Bastet take good care of Zack." She nodded with that, still clutching to him firmly and nuzzling against him once again, this time lifting up a bit higher to place a gentle pass of her rough tongue along his cheek. "What... weirdo?"

She paused, delicately placing her feet back upon the floor, but still keeping her arms in a looser hold about his shoulders as she watched him. "Why humans think Bastet Weirdo? Not stay that way. Things go better. Bastet make them better. Every human good. Bad ones, go to sister. She have." She made a touch of a noise with that, a sharp huffing sound as she narrowed her eyes over his shoulder, to nothing in particular. Just the memories of her sibling, the trouble she had caused her... This whole.... thing.

But this was still a good thing. Whatever had passed in the last centuries, had not effected her. Her magic was still a touch hit and miss due to lack of use, but that could certainly be remedied with a touch more practice- and food. Regaining her strength was the best way of returning to her full ability.

"More food. More clothes. Bastet fix. Everything. Make Zack happy. Lots of ways. Zack see. Bastet fix all. Just need to fix Bastet!" She finally let go of him, taking his hand instead and tugging on it earnestly. "Out! Bastet need go OUT to fix! Zack! We go!"

After all, to fix the world... she would need to see its problems.
She would prove to him- Even though she might seem a touch... what was it he said? Demanding?... she could still do things for others.

Okay, so maybe there was a teensy tiny part of her that saw a secondary reason behind it, that would benefit her...
But she had also learned that the best way to grow an adoring legion of followers, was to make them feel everything she did was either for their benefit or simply... Cute.

She could certainly manage that.
In fact, that was her tactic now, with Zack.
She pulled back up, close to him, her eyes widening as her lip jutted out again. "Please? Bastet only want see world now... Too much change... Zack keep Bastet safe?"

 

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"I'm just trying to protect you....I...well, a weirdo is a strange person. Someone that people look down on because they're different and..."

He gave up trying to explain himself. She was set in her ways, even after being trapped in a statue for centuries. She was intent on seeing the outside world, and he couldn't exactly expect to keep her inside forever. And with the way she pouted, he couldn't exactly resist. Something about the way her lip jutted just so, the way her eyes sparkled....

"Ok. We can go outside, but I have to find something you can wear. Nakedness is only allowed in certain places. My yard is not one of them. I know you don't like the shorts and your tail is...um...delicate. I just...well, I don't have women's clothes..."

He had a thought just then. There was one set of women's clothes in the house. They had been intended to be a gift to an old girlfriend. But that hadn't panned out nearly as well as he'd hoped.

"Come back to my room. I think I just remembered something that will work for you to wear."

In the back of his closet, in a neatly folded pile, placed carefully in a garment bag, was an outfit. He took it out of the bag and laid it on the bed, not that there was much to it.

"Ok, so it was meant to be a present. Not exactly clothes to wear out, but it will work better than you complaining about your tail getting stuck in my shorts. You could probably just wrap it around you or something..."

Even while he was explaining, he was thinking of how she'd look in the outfit. His tshirt was probably only a little shorter than the skirt in all reality, but at least then she would look totally dressed, if not a little risque.

 

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More promises to keep her safe. That made Bastet feel a bit better, stealing another hug against her newly gained Human, making sure to keep her own scent upon him. She had already seen from just the peek out the window how many females were in this place, and she most certainly did NOT want one trying to steal HER human male! Zack showed so much promise to him, and she was planning out how to perfectly train him to be the best human servant she had ever had.... Another female's meddling in that would certainly be catastrophic.

"Clothes. Yes. Zack clothes, hurt. Bastet need better." She followed after him curiously as he headed back to the sleep room, her tail swaying idly as he searched through one of his big wall compartments. So many hidden spots in the homes of humans now. She would need to remember them all, especially if she ever needed to hide from something!

He held out the clothing he had managed to find, a tiny squeal of happiness leaving Bastet's lips. That was even better than what the woman she had seen was wearing! "Bastet love!" She quickly pulled the shirt he had given her before up and over her head, tossing it haphazardly onto the bed and grabbing for the clothes he held out to her.

Something about a present.
Bastet wasn't listening anymore. Instead, she was focused on getting the new clothing settled, straightening the short part over her hips. Remembering his comment on her tail, she turned as best she could to grab it, curling it against itself like a snake coiling to rest, tucking it up into the top of the skirt and tugging the shirt down.

"Bastet look more like human. No weirdo.We go out? Yes? Stay quiet. Bastet know.... talk funny. Hear humans talk, do better." She beamed with that, climbing onto his bed and twirling about. "More human! But. Still Bastet. Goddess always Goddess. Zack need remember that." She smirked at him, a tiny wink given. "Keep goddess happy, Goddess make you happy."

Oh, she wished she could explain that better. It was just so hard.
Once her powers were further returned.. She would show him.

"Bastet need sun. It come back. Amen-Ra bless Bastet. Give back. Everything, Good. All better. Bastet fix everything. But! Need sun to do!" She was nearly jumping on his bed with that, hopping about like an excited child as she waited for him, growing closer with each leap. Finally reaching him, she leaned down, kissing the side of his cheek, a gentle lick of her tongue given once again along with it as her purrs grew louder.

He had such a wonderful scent to him.
Strong and powerful. A male with an air about him. Concerned for her, and protective.... and already showing his loyalty. Even if he had yelled at her. THAT part she didn't like at all.
But... there was just... something about him....
It almost felt like butterflies inside her. Which she knew was impossible- she hadn't eaten any of those in over three thousand years!

"Show Bastet world, Zack, Please. Want see it... with Zack." Her voice was soft again, cuddling against him.

 

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In the outfit, she was definitely passable. Passable was actually a terribly inaccurate term. She looked unbelievably attractive. But it helped hide her tail. Her ears were...well, they were easier to pass off. Luckily the shoes were not She was talking about Amen-Ra and the sun giving her power and kissing his cheek, still vehemently insisting on going out to see the world.

"Alright. You're covered up. Well, covered up as well as we can agree on. Sure, I'll show you the outside world Bastet. Follow me."

Zack smiled and grabbed his car keys from his dresser, headed for the front door, and opened the front door. He stepped to the side and turned back to look at her, gesturing for her to go out first. He followed her out and locked the door, heading to his car and pressing the unlock button on the alarm remote. He opened the passenger's door and ushered her into the car before going around to get in the driver's seat.

If she wanted to see the city, to experience the way things had changed, there was only one place to take her: the mall. The drive took them past the large park near his house, full of people at this time of day. Zack kept glancing over at her to see how she was handling things. Once they'd arrived at the mall's massive parking lot, it took them some time to find a parking space. On the walk to the main building, Zack noticed the both of them getting a fair amount of odd looks. Between the way Bastet walked, her outfit, and the occasional stare at her ears, he thought that they'd get flagged down by a security guard for suspicious behavior. Thankfully, most people just kept their opinions quiet and to themselves.

They stood at the directory for the mall; there were three clothing stores that catered to women on this side of the building with an additional few places on the other side. There was a food court at the center and it was ringed with various trinket shops and a pet store. Zack wondered what she would think about that one, but decided they'd cross that bridge when they got there.

"Ok, this store here will be good for clothing you can wear."

He started heading off in the direction of the shop, stopping to look at Bastet. She seemed very excited but also overwhelmed. His hand caught hers as he smiled at her.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you. Come on, now. Ok?"

 

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A larger smile pulled at Bastet's lips as Zack gave his approval on her appearance- close enough to not raise too much question to the modern eyes. She wanted to protest on how they would certainly need to view and understand the differences she presented between themselves and the deity returning to rule this modern world, but decided against it. After all, she'd learned already that conversations attempted at this current point in time seemed to be more frustrating than anything else.

Wearing the new clothing, however, certainly made her feel better. She still preferred her royal robes and the dresses she was accustomed to of the old ways, but if this was more what was required... Well then, she wasn't going to shun it. And... The look it spawned in her human's eyes... That certainly had an added benefit.

She stepped aside as he pawed around for what she could only guess were more items needed for wandering the outside world, her tail nearly threatening to pull its way out of its hiding spot as she followed him back out to the main door. Her eager smile blossomed even more now, slipping outside as he held the door for her.

Oh good.
He was learning.

The noises out here, however, were far more than she expected.
She cringed at first, grabbing out for Zack as her tail frizzed beneath her clothing, a tiny whimper in her throat as she followed along with him. A sudden loud noise blared from the metal beast before them, a yowl leaving Bastet and trying to hide behind him.

But he left her. Opening a side to the beast, sliding into its tummy.
This was travel?! What happened to horses?! or even Zack carrying her upon his back?!

"Is... safe?" she whispered, hesitantly crawling in beside him. The sound it made, though... somewhat familiar. She had heard it before, buried away in the crates and boxes. "Truck." She knew the word for it. "Zack truck? You make go like big truck!"

Well then. That was how it worked.

He took the truck along, letting Bastet watch in awe out the opening beside her, eyeing the various structures that seemed to be far too big for people to use. A new structure came into her vision, Zack's truck thing slowing down before finally coming to a halt. He climbed out, coming to fetch her hand once more and receiving the tight grip once again from Bastet's clawed fingers.

So big...
So many people...

"What is place here?," She asked softly, glancing around. A few eyes met her gaze, a few peeks that left her both uncomfortable and annoyed. What was wrong with these mortals? To give her such a disdainful stare- did they not know who it was that they gave such a gaze? She drew a breath firmly, holding her head up a bit higher, and clutching onto Zack with an even stronger grip. He had promised to keep her safe, and until she could comprehend things a bit better, she would need to rely on him.

He led her to... something... a big wall with a map upon it, studying it over for a moment as Bastet eyed another woman looking at her. A tiny hiss left the Goddess' lips, baring her teeth at the woman who did not know to keep her looks to herself. Humans like THAT were going to need to be dealt with. That one was merely.... jealous. Bastet was certain she looked a thousand times better than her, and to have her dear pet Zack at her side- oh yes, much envy there.

Clothes?
Zack's word that was understood quickly caught her attention, ears perking as she turned back to look as well.

She was not enjoying these stares.

He squeezed her hand, a sound of reassurance to his voice, promising her safety. "Bastet trust Zack. Just not trust... them." She frowned, glaring back over her shoulder. "Place very big. Too big. Get lost. Stay with Zack. Can not lose Bastet's Human."

At least, that had been the plan.
Stepping into the clothing store he had led her to, however, completely changed those intentions. Her eyes widened, the grin with canines flashing quickly filling her lips. "Bastet have new clothes? Yes? Look better than woman outside... Make Zack turn red color again! Look very nice for Zack..." She purred with that, cuddling his arm, only to spot a dress across the store.

"WANT THAT!"
And she was off.

 

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It was interesting, seeing her go wide-eyed and stare at all the things she found fascinating. He noticed the little hiss at the women who passed. Bastet was certainly as possessive as any cat he'd ever encountered. With minimal effort, he got her to go into the store, only to have her dart off, yelling about a dress she wanted.

Once Zack caught up to her, he smiled. The dress she'd found looked simple and pretty. He wasn't entirely sure if it would fit, though.

"Why don't you take it in there..." he said, pointing to the dressing room.

"Try it on, see if you like the way it fits."

Another thought occurred to him then; if she could fit it, then she could wear it out of the store and they could get rid of the ridiculous stares she was getting from wearing her current attire. That would be very much welcomed.

He ushered her over to the dressing room, standing outside and waiting for the verdict. While he stood there, a few women passed, smiling at him as they perused the clothes, picking a few out. He hoped Bastet didn't decide to come out at that moment. The way she'd about wanted to attack the other girl made him worry. For that matter, he wondered what he should call her...Bastet was not a normal name. Yet another thing he'd have to figure out when it came up...

"How's it going in there?"

 

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The dress was gorgeous! Bastet was eager to wear it, yanking it hastily from the display as a purr rumbled in her throat. A glance to Zack showed his approval on the outfit as well, a beaming smile of pride taking her features. Oh, wonderful! Her smile continued to linger as she thought on his face from earlier, how this new dress could possibly provide more of such a look upon his features, starting to remove the shirt he had given her with a simple starting rise of the bottom up to her breasts-

Only to be halted by Zack and a suggestion of a special room. A tiny questioning trill sound came to her throat,but complied, stepping into the tiny box thing that seemed smaller than his closet. Bastet whined slightly at this, annoyed at once more being in a confining space. Twisting and tugging, finding his initially offered clothing to have been far easier to put on than to take off.

Finally free of the shirt and shirt, she dropped them easily up and over the door to Zack in response to his query in her current state. Now for this dress.... Pulling it over her head and wiggling it down, she stepped out hesitantly, glancing at him with a frown. "Back. Has teeth. Tiny teeth. You fix?"

She turned around, pointing to the oddities in her new dress' back, hoping he could provide the assistance she needed.

As her human, Bastet was quite certain he would comply... He had done incredibly well thus far, aside from that snapping at her earlier. A lesson he would most certainly learn from.

He smelled so nice again. A natural musk to him, a scent she found so curiously wonderful. A tiny purr came with that realization, nuzzling her back against him and letting her tail drift out just enough from the fabric to rub against him. Ohh, the things her new human could ease for her...

"Bastet like. Zack like?," she purred softly, smirking at him over her shoulder.

Another woman, eyeing them. Bastet said nothing, but gave a glare directly back to her. Was she looking at her Zack? Quickly spinning around, throwing her arms up and over his shoulders, kissing him firmly and growling softly.

"Bastet need to mark Zack. My human," she hissed as she pulled back, her teeth still holding his lip.

 

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She had started to undress right there, but followed his suggestion, thankfully. That might have been another embarrassing moment, but he soon forgot all about that when she came out wearing the dress. It fit perfectly and he couldn't help but grin. She twirled and said something about teeth, he didn't quite understand at first but realized she meant the zipper. He slid it up easily and with it closed, the dress was completely enthralling.

"Yeah, it looks really nice on you."

There he was, blushing again. He couldn't help but follow the cut of the dress, the way it hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her lithe form...finally pulling his eyes back up to hers, smiling sheepishly.

While she modeled it and smiled, she turned, growling low in her throat, eyes darting off at a woman perusing the store. Definitely a jealous goddess.... He put his arms around her instinctively as she plastered a sudden kiss on his lips. He let out a small sigh followed by a surprised noise, pulling back at her words.

"Mark me? Oh, I don't know about that..."

Just then, the sales clerk came over to check on them. The girl was cute, probably a few years younger than Zack, and definitely interested in him. The way her eyes lingered on him and the smile she gave as she asked if they needed any help said volumes about what she thought.

"No, but I think she's going to wear this one out of here."

The clerk plucked the tag from the hem of the dress and took it up to the register to ring it up, handing Zack a bag from a stand near the dressing room.

"For her other...um...outfit..."

"Thanks."

Zack handed the bag off to Bastet, absently turning toward the register.

"I'm going to go pay for your dress. You put your other clothes in that bag, ok?"

He hoped and prayed she wouldn't go on another rant about him telling her what to do, but it was hard to say what would happen.

 

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Her eyes gleamed even more as her smile grew, enjoying so much the look that Zack was giving her in the dress. That was even better than the clothing! She grinned again, enjoying the way the dress felt against her skin, smoothing down the back that seemed to want to let her tail lift free. Bastet had learned already- letting that loose was not a good idea. People seemed to have trouble enough with her ears, and the stares were only starting to annoy her.

They certainly needed to get over that if she were to rule them kindly. Ignorance was only going to be met with a firm fist.
And possibly a plague of some kind. Were locusts still around? Hm. She'd have to look into what she could conjure up.

The woman approached, her hands extended and talking with Zack. Bastet's own eyes narrowed, stepping behind him a bit and clutching onto the dress with a growl. He had told her that being naked was bad- and this woman wanted to take her dress? Her smile returned when he said she'd simply wear it from the shop, a quick nod coming from the goddess stashing away behind him- only to halt slightly as she caught the added contact between the two.

That look.
Bastet knew that look.
SHE gave Zack THAT look.

Her eyes narrowed again.
Stepping back around Zack, she tugged a black scarf from one of the shop racks and slipping it under her hair, then up over the top of her head to tie it down, hiding her ears a bit more. He handed her a bag, a blank look to her face as he explained why she was getting it, her pout growing a bit more. "Why Zack not do it?!," She whined, huffing again as she turned back to pluck the clothing from the chair outside the changing room.

She could still hear him as he paid.
The girl talking to him. The tone in her voice and-
A giggle.
Bastet twitched with that. Peasant girl was trying to go after HER human!

Mashing the last of the clothes into the bag, she stormed over to the counter, grabbing onto Zack's arm and glaring at the woman before looking up at him. He wasn't actually... Was he enjoying this woman's actions? She growled again, then simply took a breath and walked away.

She wasn't going to say a word. Not a thing.
Instead, she reached out as she circled the counter, knocking a display of jewelry from it and to the floor.
And that rack... That was in her way.
She shoved it over, continuing to walk away nonchalantly. That sign. It looked better on the floor. Knock that over too. That mannequin? Floor.

Never bothering to turn around, she stood at the door of the store, clutching her own bag tightly to her chest, her tail lashing back and forth angrily. "Zack take Bastet out now."

 

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What he'd feared would happen, did. Something about the way the clerk had been just a little too nice set Bastet off. She stormed out of the store, knocking things over and demanding to be taken out of the place. Zack paid for the dress and the scarf, apologizing silently to the clerk before heading to the entrance of the store. Her tail was slashing back and forth, but it just looked like she was swishing the dress thankfully. He rested his arm around her shoulder as they left, speaking low so that he could control his temper.

"Why would you do something like that? I told you that if you drew attention to yourself it could cause problems, didn't I? After all, she was just being nice. Besides, don't you like your new dress? It looks so pretty on you."

It was confusing; one moment she had been happy and smiling, the next she had been ready to claw someone's eyes out. All from a look? Surely it wasn't about having to bag up her old outfit....right?

"So tell me, why are you upset?"

He stopped and turned to stand facing her. He rested his hands on her shoulders and leaned down a bit to look her in the eyes. She looked like a normal girl with the scarf wrapped around her ears like that. A perfectly normal girl with pretty green eyes and...

He was lost in her stare again. He still couldn't figure it out, but when he was looking at her, it was like dozing off. He could feel the urge to either kiss her or kneel at her feet, but when he blinked it was gone.

People passed, ignoring them as they would any other couple stopping to have a discussion in the mall. It seemed she was blending in, even if she didn't like it.

 

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A tiny huff left her as Zack pulled her in with an arm around her shoulders, glaring at the others around them as the growl continued to linger softly in her throat. A harsh whisper in her ear, demanding to know why. She looked away from him again, not wanting to answer. He didn't see all that? That peasant girl was trying to steal him away! Did he truly believe she was going to stand back and simply let that happen? She didn't bother him and his exchange for her dress, but she certainly wasn't going to let the girl get away with trying to take what didn't belong to her. Bastet had already made her claim upon him...

And he was hers. No one was supposed to touch. She needed him. For so many things.

"Bastet like dress," She finally murmured out softly, glancing at him out the corner of her eyes. The abrupt halt made her stumble a bit, looking up at him blankly as he placed his hands upon her shoulders. The look he gave her surprised her.... confused her. Almost angered her a bit more, but also seemed to make her feel a touch- guilty. Her lip jutted out slightly as he demanded once again to know what had caused her to react as she did.

"Bastet been alone too long. Far too long. If girl takes Zack.... Bastet alone again." Her voice was soft, looking down at her hands a moment, then back to him. "Bastet... just.. very scared."

He was looking at her strangely again. Her lip tucked up a moment, claiming her upper lip slightly, watching his eyes. "Zack... mad at Bastet...," She whimpered, frowning again. "Bastet sorry... Trying. Not used to things here, now. No one ever tell Bastet what to do. Do what Bastet want. But... Bastet not who Bastet used to be." She took a deep breath, studying his expression, trying to get her thoughts in order. The way things seemed to flow through her mind. "I... need... you."

She trailed off, suddenly deciding to stand up on her toes and kissing him firmly. Words were too hard. They only made a jumble, and confused her, and made things worse. He wouldn't get it any other way. She simply had to show him. Her hands slipped up to hold onto him, to clutch onto the mortal who made her feel so much safer. Sure, he frustrated her, and the way he seemed so oblivious to what had just happened- He had seen already that her jealousy and temper were quick to flare before, he should have known! Her lips parted slightly, trailing her slightly rough tongue against his own lips. A tiny purring moan pushed between them, the whole incident in the store starting to leave her mind as she kissed him in the middle of the walkway. This was what her problem was, this right here. All she needed was-

A tiny mewing sound caught her attention, immediately letting go of Zack's shirt and looking off towards the sound with wide eyes. Her ears even tried to perk, but bound down to her hair with the scarf, that made it even harder, muffling the sound a bit for her. "Bastet can't be Bastet in store, but felines allowed freely in big place?," She asked in a questioning tone, looking back at him with a puzzled look on her face.

 

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"Take me? That girl? She was just being nice...and even if she was flirting a bit, I'm not going to just leave you alone. That would be cruel, and while I am many things, I am not cruel. I get that you need my help. And no, I'm not mad at you...I just don't think we understand each oth..."

Another kiss, one that left him reeling even as she pulled back. When she'd said she needed him, he didn't think she meant it entirely the way he had taken it. Before he could think on that further, she had heard something. Her words finally registered and he looked in the direction she was staring. Oh no...

"Um...Bastet, I don't think you want to go in there...it's....it's a pet store. Like I said, many things have changed since you got stuck in that statue...people don't worship cats the way they did in ancient Egypt. Now, they're pets, animals kept at home as a sort of companion, but not for the purpose of worship. Though there are some who lavish gifts and fancy food and things on their pets..."

The more he tried to explain, the more he worried she'd be upset by the reality of things. Maybe it would be best to just show her, after all.

He took her by the hand and walked them right up to the front window of Murphy's, the pet store. In the window they could clearly see the display of puppies and kittens that were for sale. The cats all seemed to mew and try to get closer to Bastet when she approached. Even the dogs seemed to get more docile, which was the opposite of what he had expected. Her cat-ears were twitching under her scarf, but he could only see them when he looked for them. He was still getting used to how normal she looked in that dress. Her tail was mostly tucked into the folds of it, and even if it swished it didn't draw much attention. With the scarf, she passed for human perfectly. But watching her interact with the kittens reminded him of her otherworldly presence.

"So, now you know. Now I'm worried you'll be the mad one..."

All he felt right doing was resting an arm around her shoulder, standing close to her and waiting for her reaction to the domestication of the animal she was goddess over.

 

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She was listening, but not as well as she probably should have been. She was instead listening to the mewls and yowls from that store, the call of the cats over there. Her lips tightened, her brow furrowing a bit as she tried to focus between the two. Pets? No longer the stature she had given them... Her beloved felines....

They had traded.
Her status was that below humans. The servants now had the gods beneath them.

A shiver ran through her spine as he tried to explain without offending her, but it was beyond that now. She had to see. To understand exactly what was going on here. Another glance over to him, not a word uttered, but a pleading stare to go and have a sight of it all. He took her hand, leading her over to see for herself. She clutched his hand even tighter as she peered into the window, raising up on her toes to see the different breeds playing about. A glance over to the beasts beside, canines that studied her as well. Her tail continued to sway, a curious twist to it rather than the infuriated mess it made before.

She placed her hand on the window, closing her eyes as Zack's arm went about her shoulder once again. The cats looked happy, but were begging. Pleading to her.
They wanted out. They wanted away. They wanted her to come and save them.
Home. Home. Take us to a home. Keep us safe. Don't take my brother, where is my brother?

Her claws came out slightly, raking against the glass."Zack... think Bastet pet?"She glanced at him, a frown upon her face, tears trying to keep from falling. "Kittens. Babies. Want out. Bastet need... please... Touch. Need. Please." She cuddled into his arm, then pulled it away, stepping around him to go into the shop. Stooping down, she placed her hand into the caged area, smiling softly as the group came to sniff and lick her hand. A few words were uttered, but in her old tongue. Tiny sounds mixed into it, mews and purrs of her own as she pet against the kittens. One in particular shoved his way past the others, demanding Bastet's hand for himself, claiming it with a tackling hug against her wrist before gnawing her thumb.

"Kitten... wants to go." She glanced back up to Zack, another pleading look upon her features. "Kitten wants to go with Bastet." She paused, looking back down to the plump little fuzzy, closing her eyes as he mewled away. "Thinks no one wants Kitten. Afraid of being alone." She stood back up slowly, a few more words given to the cat that now clawed at the cage, his frantic mews growing louder.

Calm down, little one.
Trying.
Bastet has no power here. Nothing more than another stray, anymore.

A sudden pause, Bastet's eyes narrowing slightly.
"Zack. Please get dog out of Bastet dress. Cold nose going places Bastet does not like."

The animals were getting so close. Sniffing and trying to touch her, acting so differently. She glanced back to Zack, another smile coming to her lips, that purr returning. Different thoughts. How wonderful it felt when he touched her, the way he spoke to her. The way it felt when he kissed her, how he made her feel inside every time he spoke to her. Even when he scolded her- it upset her, certainly, but seeing that come out of him, was rather.. Interesting. It made a part of her simply want to- to...

Another cat, not a kitten. Hauling from the back of the store. Another. A third. Pawing at her skirt. Yowling. Howling.
Her eyes widened once again.
They knew better than she did.
"Uh..." Panic and nervous twistings, trying to get back to Zack. "Stop! Back now! No! Human now! Bastet for Zack! Shoo!"

 

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It was like something out of a movie; all the animals reacted to her, well the cute and furry ones anyway. Dogs, cats, rabbits, they all seemed drawn to her, scratching at their cages or wandering over from the people that were previously petting or playing with them.

Zack moved between her and the larger dog that had seen fit to try to sniff around under her dress. It whined and tried to get around him, but couldn't. The staff of Murphy's was busy trying to round up the loose animals, finally corralling them and putting them back in their cages or containers. Zack looked to Bastet and found her looking at him. She seemed to be examining him, or considering something, but it was hard to say what it was.

The little kitten she'd scooped up was still mewling and crying and pawing at the little cage he and his compatriots were in. He looked like a cute little fellow, but Zack already had his hands full with one cat...

He placed his arm around her again as they watched the other kittens playing and rolling around with each other.

"No, I don't think you're a pet. I mean, I do have to feed you and keep you out of trouble, but you're not helpless like these little guys here. I suppose if they were out in the wild, they'd learn how to protect and provide for themselves...it's...different, though."

He paused, remembering the words she'd shouted when the frenzy of animals had started to try and close in.

"What did you mean when you said, 'Bastet for Zack now'?"

He turned to look at her, a slight smile tilting the corners of his mouth.

 

[Faux_Pas]

At least he had managed to get thart beast away from her. Bastet took a deep breath as the majority of the animals were returned to their rightful places- though it was something that bothered her, she wasn't exactly in the frame of mind ot voice the concern over it. Other things had come to make sense for her, and it was something to hit in the very worst of places.

The little fellow that had pled for her attention the most was still at it, Bastet looking back to him with a heartbroken frown, letting her fingers dance out to his eager pawings as Zack spoke. Her gaze was still upon him, drifting between the kitten and the man next to her. His arm was a comfort, but did very little to kill the other nagging issue in her head.

A tiny smile managed to creep through as he explained the way there was differences between her and the occupants of the store, though the curl of her tail beneath the dress would have been indication of her feelings on that matter. "In wild... Cats not forced to mate to make babies for humans. Make babies to be happy. Find partner. Make ache go away."

She paused, biting down on her lip at the thoughts that came with that. it wasn't helping that he suddenly asked about the warning she had given the animals, her claim to him...

She peeked over at him, her eyes widening a bit as she saw the smirk growing slowly. Did he know?!

Her gaze hastily yanked away, shaking her head. "Not talk for store. Babies. Human babies, Kittens. No. Bastet..." She hesitated, then frowned a bit more. "Animals know before Bastet even realize. Too long... Never happen in statue..." She stepped up on her toes, leaning to his ear, the purr still lingering from before at the mere thought of it all. "Bastet need to rut. Bastet in heat... Need to mate. Hurt. Very hurt. Need Zack to help. Get worse if Zack not help..." She nuzzled his ear, a tiny mew given as she nipped against his neck. "Please... Zack take Bastet home... Need Zack. Only want Zack. Bastet's human..."

 

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Once she'd spelled it out for him, it made obvious sense. The animals were all attracted to her pheromones, be they dog or cat. Must have been due to her human form. Confusion abounded for them, and a bit of a blush came to his cheeks as Zack heard her confession.

She needed him to...to mate with her? Well, if it created an ache that became physically painful...she was damned beautiful...

His eyes were drawn to hers again, that subservient feeling seeping in again. It was odd, and quite noticeable now. The animals were mostly calm, but if they stuck around, it was likely they'd get riled up again, especially with the way her tail was swishing under her dress.

"Ok, we can go home now. I...I don't know about that whole...rutting thing..."

It wasn't how he would ever describe his sexual experiences, but normality was something he had to set aside. The reality of this situation was about to get even more intense.

They left Murphy's and headed directly to Zack's car. He chuckled absently at her first description of it being a truck. The sedan was far from a truck, but all she'd know in the statue were probably moving trucks and various other heavy haul vehicles. He could likely explain the difference to her later. For now, he found his mind preoccupied with thoughts of aches and rutting animals and...well, now he was thinking of her naked again. As they got into the car, Zack looked over to Bastet with a smile. On their way back to Zack's apartment, subconscious instinct brought his hand from the armrest to her thigh. It was meant to be a comfortable and benign act, but the heat that emanated from her leg and other places made him even more aware of the issue that was plaguing her.

He heard a soft, vibrating noise. It sounded like something at the low end of a bass beat. But the radio wasn't on. He looked at the dashboard to make sure he was right. No radio at all. So what was...oh. He smiled again; she was purring. That sound had been one she made when she was happy, but now it held another undertone. Eagerness, anticipation...Hearing the purring like this was filling him with the same emotions.

With the car parked, Zack led the way back into the house, opening the door first and letting Bastet go in past him. His eyes followed the swishing of her tail as she entered, and he shut and locked the door behind them.

 

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A last saddened look to the kitten who mewled for her, her ears falling back even further as she took Zack's hand and followed him from the store. The poor little guy was still screaming for her, the sound of his meows echoing in her ears. She frowned, clutching even tighter to her human's hand, trying to drown it out... instead replacing it with what he he had said in the store. He was taking her home.

No real answer on what she had pleaded to him for... but at least....

There was a chance. She had seen it in his eyes, the way he had stared down at her when she made her case, explained her issue. The animals had seen it, known it, smelled it all about her. Zack... hadn't.

But she certainly was feeling it now. Just holding his hand was reminding her of the strength he had, the way he held her, how wonderful his scent smelled to her. Her fingers idly played against his hand, her purr growing a bit more as she thought of what could possibly... maybe... happen.

Oh, it was going to happen. She needed it. No HUMAN was going to convince her to NOT get what she wanted. He had already done it to her once, in the store, with that baby. He was not going to do it to her again with this! Settling into the side seat of his truck-go-thing, she curled into the seat a bit, biting at her lip and trying to focus out the window, her tail twitching as her purrs grew louder. Needing. Everything felt it now, that ache inside her... It kept her hips in motion, twitching upon the seat, anxious to get back to his home. A tiny surprised sound left her as his hand found her leg, glancing at it, then to him... then back to the window. By the Sun, his hand felt so wonderful.... She almost wanted to lift her dress, simply take his hand, guide it to where it hurt-

She growled at herself for that, shivering again. Not in the moving thing. But still.. he was right there and... NO! moving thing! Bad! She closed her eyes, the purr deepening even more, a tiny whimper buried into it. She needed him... so badly...

The moving thing was finally not moving. Her door was open, the feline out, before Zack even managed to get his own open. Her lips were pursed tightly together, hurrying to meet him at the door, rushing inside as he opened it. She didn't wait for him to finish whatever it was he was doing with the door- instead, she rushed to the nearest high surface... the kitchen table. Shoving everything in her way off onto the floor, she climbed up onto it, resting on her hands and knees and offering her hips back towards him. "Zack! Mate NOW!," She whined loudly, her tail thrashing furiously.

 

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No sooner than the door had been locked, she was darting over to the kitchen, knocking plates and other things onto the floor, shattering them and making a mess. She was presenting herself for him; he saw then that the one thing he had forgotten to provide for her was underwear. Zack's eyes were drawn to her sex immediately, staring for a moment in wide-eyed surprise.

Once he composed himself, he walked over to her and yanked her off of the counter by the hair. The mess she'd made had broken what tenuous spell she'd held him under with her pheromones. He was angry now; her blatant disregard had hit a crescendo.

He stared down into her eyes, a frown putting a deep furrow in his brow. A second glance went to the pile of shattered ceramic and glass. The fist in her hair tugged her along, forcing her to look down at it too.

"You can't just destroy my things. You want something, ask for it. Demanding things, especially after breaking something and making a mess is nothing but brattiness. You want to....mate? You want to have sex with me after you've just done this? I don't think so. Maybe if you clean it up....and ask nicely."

Zack wasn't sure whether this would work or not, but if he let her keep throwing tantrums, she wouldn't learn that she had to behave. Even if she was a goddess.

It helped that he kept feeling the urge to give her what she wanted. Seeing her up on the table on all fours, crying for him to fuck her...well, who wouldn't enjoy that?

But first, she had to recognize the proper way to go about things. He turned her head back to look at him.

"There's a broom and dustpan by the trashcan. I'm going to my room. You can come back there after you're done. Then we can talk about...mating."

It still felt odd to call it that, but using the words she knew would be easier. He let go of her hair and strode off to his room. He reclined on his bed and opened a magazine, waiting to see if the impatient goddess would listen or try and get her way again.