Housecat (Closed for Freekles)

[Faux_Pas]

Bastet had started to lower her head as Zack approached, hoping desperately that he was going to grab her hips, give to her what she demanded of him- relieve the ache tearing at her, the frustrating pain that bubbled inside- But that dropping motion was halted by his hands not finding her hips... Instead, to her hair, causing the Goddess to yowl out. "Hurt!," she started to yelp, wondering if THIS was hid intended way to-

Throw her on the floor?

Bastet's purr was gone now, looking blankly at the mess he had dropped her into, a growl quickly taking over as his hand yanked to make her look up at him. Anger? From- from HIM? He was the one who denied her! Why was HE the mad one?! "Zack let go!," she snapped, her angry growl taking up a hiss as he tugged the handful, forcing her down to be closer to the smashed bits.

"Zack BASTET's human! HE clean up! Bastet Goddess... Goddess not clean!," she spat out, whining again as he pulled her head back up. Furious golden eyes met his stare, her tail frizzed and flicking as he growled words of his own demanding she take care of it all.

She only stared. Still growling. Still furious. He was not only denying her, but punishing her?! Who did he think he was?! Bastet's lips tightened, trying to bite back any further words she wished so badly to spit at him- and the actual spit she wanted to do. How dare he!

His hand finally released, his words on heading off on his own holding true. She stayed on the floor still, tail flicking furiously as she watched him. "Bastet NO clean!," she shouted again, pounding her fist down into the pile of broken pieces... Yowling out as a bit stuck into her fist. "Zack-!"

His door closed...
Could he even hear her?
"Zaaaaaack...!" Another howl of his name. "Zack, pleeeease.... Come back.... Come back nowwww..."

She sat there still, a tiny whimper coming to her throat as he gave no response. Slowly getting up, she looked at the pile, another stubborn howl of frustration coming from it before glancing to her hand. She was bleeding! "Zaaaack!"

A little sniffle, her other hand running at her cheek. He really wasn't- he wasn't even going to check on her?

Bad human.
Bad.

Kicking the mess under his table, she went to the living room instead, settling onto his couch to nurse her wound. Inspecting the cut over, she decided on the only method she knew.... Licking it.

That other pain wasn't helping either.
She would have to take care of that the only other way she knew, too.

Zack was not turning out to be as good a human pet as she thought.
Maybe she should... Find a new one. Someone who appreciated a slowly recooperating goddess with possibly still working powers...

 

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Everything she shouted at him, he ignored. She wailed and called out for him several times. He didn't budge. She wouldn't learn if he coddled her. Even so, his mind kept flashing to the way she'd just up and presented herself to him. No shame, all desire, and he had pushed that away because he was upset with her attitude.

Maybe he should go out there and see if she was having trouble....

No. He had to wait a bit longer.

He finished the article he was reading and went out to the kitchen, looking for her. She wasn't there. He didn't see the mess at first, but the trail of broken pieces led him right to the clump shoved haphazardly under the table. He walked into the living room to see her curled up on the couch licking at her hand. She must have hurt herself; that would explain the crunching sound he'd heard while he was in his bedroom.

Without thinking of his upset, he stepped over to her and took her hand in both of his, examining the injury she'd incurred. A small frown turned the corners of his lips down as he released her hand and left the room. He returned with a small box, setting it on the coffee table and sitting next to her.

"Give me your hand, ok? I'm going to bandage you up."

It didn't take much to cover the cut in antibiotic ointment and stick a bandage over it. A stern gaze found her as he closed up the kit and set it aside.

"I saw how you cleaned up the mess. I'm not happy about that. Do you really want me to help you with your..*****blem? If so, I suggest you clean that mess correctly."

He still couldn't shake the image of her up on the table, mewling for him to fuck her. She didn't put it that way, but it was the main gist of her intent. The more he thought about it, the more it sounded like a wonderful idea. But, he couldn't shake the feeling of needing to discipline Bastet. So she understood who was actually in charge here.

"My offer still stands. And I know you can't be comfortable with that ache. So what's it going to be Bastet?"

He wasn't budging. If she wanted help, she knew how to get it.

 

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Her ears perked slightly as she heard the sound of his door, but didn't budge from her spot on the couch, continuing to work on her hurt hand. The perked points fell to her head as he moved into the room, merely glaring out the corner of her eye as he started over to her. A quick howling mewl left her as he took her hand from her lips, glancing up at him in confusion as he held it and looked it over. "Zack let go-! Bastet fix! Don't need Zack help." She pouted again, pulling it back to her mouth as he released it. He was just going to yell at her again... Why did he even want to look at it? To find a new reason to get mad at her? She still didn't even understand what she did wrong. She only did what she knew!

He left. Well, fine then. She didn't need him anyway. A tiny huff, and her rough tongue returned to its prior task, cleaning away any remaining bits and the blood that still leaked from the gash. She could handle this. WHY it was still bleeding, however, started to worry her. That shouldn't have been happening. It was odd enough for her to actually have a wound- to bleed for this long was... well, scary.

But she wasn't going to tell him that.

He was back. She didn't even need to open her eyes to tell he was coming into the room, his words only getting a growl as he requested her hand back. "Zack no help," She mumbled again, pouting even more as he took the hand up yet again. Still, peering up to see what it was he was doing was part of her curiosity, squeaking out as the cold goo met her cut. "What that?! ICK!," She whined, looking between the wrapping he put over it and the expression on his face. Finally released, her hand was drawn back into her lap, her other hand playing with the stuff he had put on her. "Can't move hand now. Can't clean. Zack do it." She shook the hand once again, growling at the sticky thing.

No, he still demanded she do it. A hard huff left her, glaring up. "Can't. Zack. Look. Hand not work now. See? No work. Can't." She lifted the hand, letting it flop over in exaggerated motions before flopping over on the couch herself. "Bastet broken. Can't. Broken everywhere. Hand and tummy and everywhere. Still aaaache... Zack, you fix... You fix hand, why Zack not fix that?" Wrigglnig on the couch, trying to get her skirt to rumple, to show him once again just how much she needed him to mount her... A quick stolen peering up at him to see if it was having any effect.

The same dead stare.
She huffed again, sitting up and folding her arms over her chest.
"Zack be good cat. Stubborn too," She grumbled, glaring at the floor as she continued to growl. It faded off slowly, a long sigh leaving her before looking up at him with wide eyes. "You... help? Please? Never... done that. Always have someone do it."

 

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She pouted and whined the entire time he bandaged her hand, but the job was done. Bastet made exaggerated motions with her wounded hand, feigning brokenness. That act stopped quickly when she realized Zack was not buying it. Another flip of her skirt, a flounce on the couch. He could see the tops of her thighs with the way it had fallen, reminding him all the more of the fact that she wasn't wearing underwear.

Along with visuals, his olfactories were still breathing in the pheromones she was putting off. Being in heat as a cat had a dramatically increased effect if that cat were also a goddess, and also a woman with earthly needs. Zack couldn't deny it, but at least now Bastet was offering to try.

He couldn't help but laugh softly at the comment about making a good cat himself. He'd always considered himself more of a dog person. There were Egyptian deities with dog-like characteristics too...but that wasn't the point.

"Sure, I'll teach you how to do it. It's not that hard, really."

He got up and offered her his hand, waiting for her to take it before leading them both to the kitchen. The clutter under the table remained unmoved. Zack grabbed both the broom and the dustpan, which had a handle of its own to prevent having to stoop over to clean messes. He held both out to Bastet, watching as she grabbed the one gingerly in her wounded hand.

He knew she really had no clue what to do with them, so he moved behind her, guiding her hands with his own.

"Ok, so...you plant this one on the ground and just sweep the mess into the dustpan."

He guided her motions, sweeping the broken shards into the receptacle. Once she saw how it was done he loosened his grip, though he remained close to her back. He was subconsciously breathing in her scent, nose nearly tickling her shoulder.

"That's it, just like that...you're doing a great job. See? Not hard at all."

 

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A tiny huff left her as he insisted once again that she actually participate in this. She had hoped to just... let him do it. He was far too stubborn! This was absolutely impossible! How was he ever going to do what SHE wanted if he was going to be so thick headed about it all?! It was simply unfair! Taking his hand, Bastet slid off the couch, continuing to whine and whimper over the slightly hurting hand. Oh, she knew how to play up an injury. That could get her things too. If she kept it up long enough, maybe pity would kick in from him, and he would feel bad about being so mean to her, and offer her twice as many things as she had pleaded for so far.

That would show him. He should really know better.

The contraptions needed were taken out, Bastet simply watching, her tail curling curiously as she peered to see what else was hidden in there. A little jump, staring blankly as the two things were shoved into her hands- a slow reactioned squeak to the pressure against her hurt hand. Remembering to keep reacting to the thing in her hand, however, was lost the moment Zack leaned against her, the purr inside immediately returning. Oh. He felt... nice. That was what she needed, this right here... Well, almost this. This was close. Her head nuzzled against his cheek as he helped guide her hands, oblivious to what it was he was attempting to teach her, wriggling against him a bit more. Why did he keep denying her?! A tiny coo left her, a growing whine.

His hands let go.
She must have been continuing the motions he had set her own into, as a sudden praise left him. A confused trill left her own lips, peeking down to see what it was that she was doing.

"Not.. not hard." Bastet agreed softly, but was more wrapped up in the closeness Zack held against her. Seeing the last of the bits pushed into the plate thing, She let go of the handles, reaching for Zack's hand and whining again. "Bastet clean up mess. But.. But now.. Zack too close. Can feel him, warm... So close to Bastet. Hands... Touch Bastet again, please." She guided the hand she held to her lips, kissing his skin, her teeth coming to nip it gently as she swayed again. "Do what Zack asked..." Her purr was growing even louder now, nearly overwhelming her own words. "Need... Need Zack to... Please, need Zack to touch. To fix... Bastet hurts so much, hurting for-" Her whine turned to a soft cry, her lips left open to pant weakly, sending the clutched hand down her neck, against her breast, encouraging his fingers to claim against the covered flesh. "Need you, Zack... Please!"

Her tail flicked again, this time attempting to pull itself and the edge of the dress out of the way for him. Her head turned, trying to see him,still panting in her want for relief, her ache for him. Still rubbing against him, writhing in the closeness against her human. "Be good- be good for Zack, promise- be very good, if Zack just... Please!" She was yrembling now, nearly in tears. It hurt, it truly hurt now!

 

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The mess had been cleaned and she had quickly moved on to the other problem to be attended to. Zack was surprised when she seized his hand and moved it down from her neck to her chest, but it was not obligation that caused his hand to clench there, to cup and squeeze her breast. It was lust.

That single touch ignited the spark in the pit of his stomach; the soft cries she gave for him to help, for him to touch her, to take her. He would resist no longer, could not resist it. Not now that he felt the wonderful weight of her bosom in his palm, the proximity of the heat he knew rested beneath her skirt. The playful tail of hers flicked and moved, raising the hem higher still.

Zack became very aware of his erection, prodding at his jeans and her backside. Surely that had been the impetus for her begging, but it didn't matter now. All that mattered was freeing the straining length from its cloth prison. He dared not remove his hand from her chest and so his free hand fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants, sliding them down just enough to loose himself.

His eyes scanned for a place to do this, to give her what she wanted, needed from him. No other place....except the very table she had swiped clear earlier, the start of the whole fight. Fitting that it would be there, after all of that.

The hand at his jeans was now free to lift her skirt, pushing gently at her lower back, arching her. The flick and swish of her tail showed him just how eager and ready she was. It was odd to think that she was both a cat and a woman, but as he beheld the supple swell of her bottom it was a consideration that left on swift wings.

"I'm going to give you what you need now, Bastet. I'm sorry it took so long..."

His apology was something that his lust-addled mind hadn't even realized was needed. Somewhere in his head, it was appropriate. There were more pressing matters to attend to, however.

The tip of his length probed the slick line of her slit. For a split second he hesitated, the last shred of his confusion slipping away as he slipped inside her. Slow, making sure that he didn't harm his Goddess with his gift. He rested within the confines of her sex, lingering in her embrace for a moment before his hips rocked, starting a steady and purposeful rhythm.

 

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He had fought with her on it, made her furious with him, even caused her to contemplate running off from her newly acquired human- but to have him finally agree, push against her- feel that he too was in need... Bastet mewled out pathetically, her hips twisting and rocking back against him. Peeking back over her shoulder, her fingers still holding his one hand, the other reaching back to claw at his pants, desperate for him now as he worked at the fabric himself. "Zack- Zack make it better, yes? Please?"

The main reply this received was his hand, resting against her back beneath her dress, urging her to bend against the table that he had yelled at her about before. A tiny sound left her, easily stooping over, raising herself up a bit higher on her toes and continuing to sway against him. His voice sounded so far off, a murmur in the room as she peered back at him over her shoulder, fingers reaching out to clutch at the table as she felt him start to push against her.

Gentle, slow. Letting her take him in, the first she had felt in so long... A light cry pulled from her lips as he eased further, the feline goddess' claws coming out just enough to scrape against the wood beneath her from the feel of her sex being stretched to accommodate after such an extended wait. He felt so... so...

"...Good...," Bastet crooned out, mewling again as he eased his hips back, then forward, the slow tempo he gave reminding her of just how much she had missed this. Her tail twisted aside, trying to give him as much room as she could, her body arching back for him as the needing purr and whine she had given earlier grew even more, louder and more earnest.

Letting go of the table enough to look back at him, her lips still parted, the little pantings of earlier coming from her once again. "Zack make... it better... Fill Bastet with- with him... AH!"

Talking was a pointless thing at the moment, her need for him overpowering any other attempt at thought. It had been so long, and he felt so incredibly wonderful... Already her body was trembling, her whines and whimpers building higher as she bit down against her lip.

This certainly made up for his bad behavior...!

 

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Zack heard the crooning, the whimpering, the words she spoke in her rushed breaths. He was too lost in her body, hands roaming her back and hips and shoulders. Now that he'd given in, it was easy to lose himself to the thought of rutting, of mating with her, with the beautiful cat-girl that had claimed him as her own personal human. He was going to give her what she needed, until she told him to stop.

Strong fingers pushed and tugged at her clothing, flipping the skirt up and shoving it higher on her hips, letting her tail free to whip about on its own. His hands didn't stop there, rubbing against her sides and ribs and up to cup her breasts, squeezing them and using them for leverage, bringing her back to meet his thrusts, grunting at each deep pounding.

He didn't realize it until after his hand was in her hair how fun this was. It was beyond fulfilling her need. Sure, it still served that purpose...but he was thoroughly enjoying fucking Bastet. His fingers curled into her hair and tugged her head back until her spine arched, his hips still ramming into her backside, the flick of her tail tickling his stomach and chest occasionally. He felt the tensing of his lower abdomen, the tightening of his scrotum, the racing of his pulse, all signalling his impending orgasm. A wandering thought went to if he should cum inside her, but that thought was brushed aside in favor of the rising waves of pleasure overtaking him.

"Ugh...Bas...Bastet...I'm...so close..."

 

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Her sounds grew louder as the previously reluctant male seemed to slide so easily into the role of her mate, his hands gliding up her dress to gain him more skin to grasp, the feel of him continuing up to find her back, her neck- A sharp gasp given as those fingers latched onto her hair, a mewl and squirm given as he held onto it tightly. Bastet's eyes drifted closed, her mouth opening even further as she panted in awe.

"Ohhh, harder, Zack, please- Please, Bastet needs more!," Her voice was nearly a rumble, echoing out of her, her tail staying off to the right and flicking furiously. So long since she had felt this- And how GOOD he felt doing it! Her hips pushed back to find her human mate, whining even louder as he forced himself deeply into her needing sex.

His warning growled behind her, Bastet's fingers clung even tighter to the table, feeling it now rock beneath her weight as she thrust herself back to meet him, wanting to have his full release buried within her. "Nnn- Give! Give to Bastet!," She demanded, yowling out once again as her head rolled back, those fingers now extending claws to scrape down the wood of his table. Her toes lifted her up even higher, wanting him to take his fill of her, a rolling cry leaving her lips. Her body bucked back against him, the whimpers and cries blending any other words she attempted to form into the feline howls and yowls she had been giving before.

Wonderful, wonderful human! This was something she most certainly would be needing more of!

"Give! GIVE BASTET NOW!" A command and a plea, all in the same breath, Bastet crooning as she continued to groan. "Please-!"

 

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Her actions and her decree struck all doubt and questioning from Zack's mind. He gave her the entirety of his lust and its culmination was thrust into her. The hand balled in her hair gripped tightly as the one on her hip held her, his own pressed so tightly to her that he nearly lost his balance.

The spurting of his seed painted her insides, each followed by a spine-shivering spasm. The words that tumbled out of his mouth were spontaneous, not pulled from determined thought.

"All for you, Bastet, my goddess..."

The hold she had was more pronounced in that moment than before; Zack, for all of his posturing was truly under her spell, whether it was purposeful or not.

He held her, muscles flexing while he panted and sighed, still buried to the hilt in her cunt, his 'offering' starting to slowly leak out around his member, still semi-erect. He realized then that his hand was still fisted in her hair, releasing the vice-like grip he'd maintained. A subtle roll of his hips and he slipped free of her velvet depths. He stood there, unsure of what to do now, simply watching the heaving of her sides as she breathed deeply, observing the way her spine curved and the contour of her ribcage as she did so. His eyes flicked to the black fur of her tail, still moving about as if on its own.

 

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Her mewls and whines grew louder still as his fingers clutched tightly to her hair, feeling the hard thrusts he gave to bestow what she had begged for deeply into her. He was a confusing one- compassionate and sour, shy and determined... forceful and obedient! His fingers clamped down against her hip, drawing her back further against him as he buried in once again, his words bringing another blissed croon to her lips.

He was giving. He was obeying!
She would have been even more joyous on this fact if it weren't for the OTHER things to be enjoying so much... It had been so long since she had taken pleasures of the flesh, and Zack was providing perfectly. Her body clenching tightly against him, her cries leaving in varied tones as she shuddered beneath him, gasping for breath as her human, her mate, held her in his arms for a moment.

Stifled gasps and a growing purr grew from her throat, a tiny little sound coming as he pulled free of her sex, the goddess' thighs trembling as she leaned across the table once again. The smile, however, wasn't fading. Turning just enough to view him over her shoulder, lazily stretching to rest upon her left arm, the smirk was directed to him. "Zack obeyed Bastet...," She noted, a prominently proud tone to her voice.

Slowly easing herself up from the pose against the surface, she gave another stretch, wriggling slightly as she turned to face him and wrapped her arm about his shoulder. "Zack gives...and takes. Zack made Bastet... very happy." She giggled softly, raising up on her toes to lick her rough tongue against his cheek, a sudden whimper given as reminders of what had just taken place shivered through her. her free hand drifted up then, running against his chest, continuing upwards to meet against his other cheek, her smile continuing as she turned his head towards her. "Bastet promises to make Zack very happy too. Zack only needs to listen..." Her words were whispered now, her lips fluttering against his before kissing him deeply.

She loved doing this. The taste of this human was an incredible thing. Something about him was overwhelming... Perhaps it was still just that longing she held. The idea of having owed him her life? He had freed her from that... statue prison. Certainly not something she was about to admit to him, however. He should have felt blessed to have received her!

But his taste. His feel, his scent. It was all so wonderful. It flooded through her, made her hunger for more.
Her purr was growing even louder now, mixing nearly into a growl against his lips.

"You've made it better, and worse...," She whispered, drawing her lips back just slightly to speak, only to kiss him again, her lips desperate to taste more of him, groaning against his mouth as her fingers clung to him. "A goddess is a sexual creature, Zack... Kissing, rutting, teasing- all of it- it drives me... It fuels me-"

She paused then, realizing something and pulling herself back just slightly from him. "...I'm improving... I'm..." She looked back up at him, a tiny squeal leaving her lips as she hugged him again. "All I need is for you to keep rutting with me! Oh, how glorious! My human mate will solve all the troubles of the Goddess!"

Though it left her curious now. Just how much had she improved?

 

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Smothered in another kiss, all thought fleeing, then flooding his mind once more. She was speaking better now than before, her words were returning and all because...they'd had sex. It appeared that all the intimate contact was giving her more of a foothold on her former power. Not a bad thing, but most certainly curious. Her words then: "A goddess is a sexual creature, Zack..." rang over and over in his mind.

The way she took hold of his chest and his face, she was definitely more poised. It was a presence unlike what he'd seen from her before. Still the joyful, playful Bastet but with a better grasp on what she wanted to say, it was like having an entirely new person there.

If only he could tear himself way from her gaze, her smile. maybe he could figure out what was going on. A blink or two and his mind cleared a moment.

"Solve...all of your troubles?"

 

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Bastet chuckled softly, a purr behind the sound as she continued to run her fingers against Zack's skin, smiling up at him as she curled in closer, her tail running against his thigh. Her happy discovery seemed to be a confusing thing for him...

"Why, of course, my darling...," She cooed proudly, nuzzling her head against his chest for a moment, letting her tongue once again lathe against his skin. "Your kiss taught me your language before. The... magic box... you showed me, attempted to teach me more... And I do thank you for that, I truly do. But the best way for me to learn something of a person, to understand them fully, is full interaction. And what better way than to rut- Ah- what was it you called it? Make love. Yes. There we are. THAT. That is the best way for me to learn... to absorb. Mhmmm, and you've given me a lot to absorb, Zack. I still feel it trickling out of me..." She purred a bit louder than, nipping her teeth into his flesh.

"But my troubles. I'm not completely to my former self. Though my powers- I'm sure they're returning now, I can already feel a large difference. Sexual energy you so graciously have given me, dear Zack- restoring me..." She sighed contently, peeling herself away from him and glancing around. "I should give it a trial. Test to see just how far I've come. Ah... Your fire center, there. The place for food? You make it... do that.. with touch? Let's see here." She stared at it a moment, raising a hand and flicking her fingers upward. A shriek left her as it roared to life with a giant flame, her immediate reaction being to jump straight for Zack's arms. Staring at it over his shoulder, she began to laugh, grinning. "You see?! I can do it! My magic is returning!" She paused, looking back to the giant flames a moment, flicking her finger at it once again.

No response.
"Ah... how- how do we make that stop, now?"
Her voice lost the rather proud and regal tone she had been using, a mere mewl and frightened waver to it this time. Fire wasn't exactly high on her list of enjoyable things.
"I suppose I should have thought that out a bit better...," she whined, glancing back at the flames once again. "Zack, you can fix it, yes?"

 

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She felt so perfect in his arms, it was hard for him to focus his thoughts on anything but her. As she spoke, a small smile broke out on his lips. She was definitely sounding more regal, more composed already. He managed to re-fasten his jeans just before her comment.

"Oh...trickling...out?"

His eyes drifted down, though the sight of his semen dripping from her tunnel was obscured. The thought of it alone was...arousing. To think that by giving her that small offering, she could glean more of her former power from it was...satisfying. Zack's mind wasn't in its usual track, but he was damned if he knew how to change it, nor if he actually wanted to.

The inner turmoil was quickly overshadowed by the large gout of flame that Bastet had managed to call forth from the stove top without turning the knob. However, when she gestured to dismiss it, nothing happened. He could feel her shaking as she peeked over his shoulder at the flames, asking if he could remedy the problem.

"Yes, of course."

With that, he stepped over to the stove and grabbed a towel, quickly smothering the flames and making sure the element wasn't on. Surprisingly, Zack wasn't perturbed by her show of magic. It was just another facet to the cat-girl-goddess. He turned to her with a smile, followed by a short yawn.

"All fixed. I don't know about you, but I'm worn out. Maybe we should call it a night?"

 

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"SO helpful, my human." Bastet purred again, rubbing herself closer to him as he returned, the flames she had accidentally made just a tad too large leaving the towel he had used a bit charred in his hands. She made a slightly disgusted face at the smell of it, gingerly plucking it from his grasp and simply tossing it over her shoulder, letting her purrs grow even louder as she nuzzled against him.

The yawn, however, brought a frown to her lips. "A night? You mean- sleep. Already? Oh, but the day has barely ended! The night is the perfect time to explore, and see the moon's light, and..." She trailed off, looking up to his drowsy expression, finally giving a hard sigh and a nod. "Very well then. A night it will be called..."

Stripping off the dress still left clinging over her tail and against her hips by tugging it up and over her head, she gave him another glance and let her tail sway slowly behind her as she headed into the room of the noise box and comfy seats. "Now... shall we take our slumber as we did my first night? Curled together upon your bed? I found that to be quite comfortable..." Stretching her arms up above her head, a yawn of her own managing to seep out as she padded along the carpeting, a twitch coming to her ears as a new thought drifted in. "I do wonder... Hm. I think I'll try again. But... Oh. If it doesn't... Hm."

Random thoughts being uttered aloud, her smile returning as she turned about to face him. "Well! Come along then, Zack! I do hate to sleep alone...."

 

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Zack was becoming more tired by the second. It was odd, he had never been that spent from a sexual encounter before. Maybe having sex with a goddess took more out of a man...

He followed Bastet silently, nodding here and there at her words. His eyes followed the sway of her tail, the curve of her spine. He smiled as she looked back at him, suggesting that they curl up in bed together.

"Yes, let's."

Another yawn followed hers as they made it to his bedroom. He nearly collapsed into it, laying on his back with arms outstretched. Sleep claimed him swiftly.

In his dreams, he was kneeling before Bastet as she lounged in a throne of pure gold, carved with hieroglyphs of all varieties. He wore nothing more than a short loincloth, fastened by a golden belt. Around his neck was a golden collar with her symbol on it.

"Rise, my human. You have served me well and for that I shall always keep you close. Zakere, my most loyal follower, my most fervent consort."

He rose with a smile. His goddess was always so generous, so loving. It was a duty to which he had clung like dew on the duneflowers. He hoped that what she said was true, that she would always keep him near. The thought of losing her was dreadful.

While he slept, Zack turned in his sleep, an arm draping over Bastet, holding her close. He mumbled incomprehensible words now and again, nuzzling his nose against the back of Bastet's head.

 

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The smile that stayed upon her lips from their journey to the bedroom stayed with her through the night, happily curled against her human and purring in her sleep. The idea of taking her rest at this hour seemed so... quaint. She much more preferred to wander in the late hours, to tend to things of concern during the slumber of her mortals- but with only one to take the majority of her worries, she felt that this new experience was one she should at least attempt.

To appease her human.

He stirred only a few times in his sleep, the feline goddess taking note enough to rise her head and watch him curiously. The smirk upon his lips and the slight twitches in his body at rest... His dreams were things he certainly enjoyed. A tiny purr of laughter rolled from her, reaching up to gently brush her fingertips against his cheek. "Enjoy your rest, my human. My powers, my strength... they're slowly returning. And you will help me... Together, we shall reclaim this world..." Purring even more with that, she turned in the sheets, cuddling against his arm as the other came to rest atop her, soft words uttered against her hair.

She didn't understand them, but the fact he was accepting her- that he was holding her this way... It was enough to know her first goal was acchieved.

He scolded her and tried to control her.

But look how much he had bended to her whims. How he came to embrace her. Call for her in his sleep. Deny it as he did, he belonged to her.



Sleep was still not coming to her. She hadn't quite figured out the red glowing thing that kept changing its shapes, but with as much as it had changed, she was certain that it was counting down how long she had been watching it. Far too many changes in its glow. With a tiny huff, she peeled his arm from her side, stretching out as best she could to drag herself free of his embrace. Not that she didn't like it- certainly not the case at all. Her desire to try more, to see what else she was capable of now... That drew her free of his arms.

Shifting to the end of the bed, the neko goddess closed her eyes, attempting to focus on the form she currently had. As fun as human shape could be, keeping it for too long meant less chances to explore. Stretching and shifting, focusing on the changes, her body finally giving in to her commands and reforming down to the small size of the sleek black cat with golden eyes.

Pleased with herself, she took to cleaning her fur, recalling the mess made earlier and what it had been caused by. That was certainly fun, right in the middle of his food room...

...Food room... hmmm....
Bastet lept dowm from the bed, starting to wander out into the hall, only to pause and let her ears perk even more at the call of her name from Zack's lips back on the bed.

Still asleep. Calling for her...?
The hunt for food would be held for later. Her human wanted her.

Returning to the bed, leaping back up and curling onto his side, she nestled back down comfortably and closed her eyes.

Oh.
Now this... This she liked. Purring happily, she stayed atop him through the night, finally finding that perfect spot.

 

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When Zack awoke, he found not the woman he had fallen asleep next to, but the little black cat that he had rescued from the statue. As he blinked the sleep from his eyes, they focused on her. He smiled, though he was slightly confused.

"Did you...revert to your cat form on your own? Or was it like the fire?"

He sat there for a few moments before realizing she couldn't speak to him like this. He laughed lightly and sat up in bed. Instinctively his hand reached out and petted her head and down her spine, scratching behind her ears.

"If your magics are coming back....I wonder what else you'll be able to do..."

The dreams he'd had came back to him in flickers and flashes. He recalled bits and pieces but never enough to put together a whole story. He only knew that Bastet had been there and he had been happy.

"So, what would you like to learn today, kitten? Now that we've got you something to wear outside, it should be safe. And of course, if you're in that shape, there won't be any worries...except....I don't know how to communicate with you like that. People would look at me funny if I started mewing at you."

He let out another soft laugh. The look in the cat's golden eyes was both amused and annoyed. It only made him smile more.

 

[Faux_Pas]

The kitten yawned as he started to stir, looking at him blankly for a moment as he stared at her, the query he gave causing her ears to fall back slightly. He thought she was making mistakes again? After everything she did and showed him last night? Her tail flicked in slight annoyance with that, though the feeling dropped away somewhat as he scratched the top of her head. The purr that came from that, the little feline smile- Oh, curse him. Using feline form's weaknesses to win her over.

Oh, he was getting it. The question on what else she could manage... She gave an affirming "Mrrrrowf" at that, climbing up the sheets a bit higher and cuddling his hand, tromping about in his lap to enjoy the pet and his warmth. Of course she could change back! She wouldn't have done it if she couldn't!

.. Probably should have tested that last night...

Her ears dropped back again as he teased on conversing with her in this form, turning enough to grab his finger in her teeth and nipping him gently. Just because she couldn't speak, didn't mean she couldn't understand him! The question on what to do with the day, however, was something curious to her indeed. Glancing around, her tail twisting curiously as she tried to think this over, she climbed up a bit higher on his lap, pushing a paw against his chest and mewing again. A nuzzle against his jaw, an added tiny lick to his chin.

His pick.
She wanted to learn more, and he was the best one to find that route.

Of course, as he had said before, traveling with her in this state was both less noticeable with her cultural faults... But was going to make it harder to talk with him than it had been previously in her human form's attempt at his words. At least now she was talking with him now in that way, but was still having trouble on the acceptable behaviors he continued to scold her for. It was almost as though he thought HE had control over HER... What a foolish human he was!

"Mrrrowr." Bastet jumped off from his lap, taking a little path around the edge of the bed, then jumped off to the floor. His thoughts on it all made sense. She should revert back, then. Taking that into consideration, the woman herself was soon rejoining him on the bed, slipping back up to curl against him in her nude state. "I want to learn more about this new version of the world," She explained softly, still in a very cuddly mood and nuzzling against him. Their activities of the night prior continued to linger in her min, her head raising to lick his chin once more. "I would like to see what has changed since last I viewed it. The place you took me... I understand that, in some ways, now. .But- What of when I was trapped? What things have come about since then?" She paused, pointing to the Magic Box he had in his room. "Like that.... thing. And the moving thing. And... And the way the sun stays in your home when it has gone from the sky hours ago." She frowned. "I was once the most intelligent creature of Egypt. Now, I feel like a child lost." She frowned slightly, sighing. "It is not a good feeling. Nothing I have ever known even seems to exist in this new version of the world. I am... an artifact. That is what they called me, in that shape. A remnant of something forgotten. I do not want to be forgotten!"

 

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She was such an adorable kitten, nipping at him and licking his chin. She was definitely more intelligent than even a smart cat though; her eyes gleamed with it as she padded around in his lap, hopping down off the bed and returning to the beautiful human form he had felt instant lust for. Seeing her again stirred something within him again, but the cuddling overpowered it, the calm and comfort of having her so close.

Zack listened as Bastet told him about her experiences trapped within the statue, all the things she wanted to know about, to learn from, to witness. There was a great deal of change that she would have to adjust to.

"You were an artifact, but you aren't any longer. You're here and now, and well, I think I remember you...from long ago. So at least one person hasn't forgotten you."

He shifted on the bed, running a hand across her shoulders and through her hair.

"Well, we could go sight-seeing around the city. If you'd like, we could even walk. It's not far. That way you can enjoy the open air. I know you like that, my Goddess."

My Goddess?

Since when had he started to refer to her as that? He was the one showing her around, but he still felt like a part of him was doing it out of servitude rather than helpfulness. Nonetheless, the mall was not the best representation of how civilization had evolved through the ages. If she wanted to see progress, he could show her.

Zack slipped out of bed and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, sliding into his sneakers easily. He found her dress and laid it on the bed for her, standing at his bedroom door with a smile.

"Well, what're you waiting for?"

 

[Faux_Pas]

A smile crept upon her features as he spoke of recalling her, twisting on the bed a bit more to enjoy his touch against her. From long ago? She paused with that, peering at him curiously. Was that why she was so drawn to him? Was there something there from... before? Reincarnation was always something to keep in mind, and from the way his attentions seemed to be torn in such conflicting directions at times- Was he...

She smiled abruptly and sat up a bit more with his suggestion of a walking tour, nodding quickly. "That would be wonderful, Zack."

Ah, but there it was again.
Her eyes brightened a bit more with the words that slipped from his lips, that smirk lingering a bit longer. It made that question rise even further for her. The purr that pulled from deep inside her throat grew a touch louder, the feline goddess starting to lounge once more as he dressed, contemplating these new thoughts as she did so. Her human. Perhaps far more than that. But she didn't completely recognize him from that past form he may have held... though it may not have been too different. It was merely her terrible memory, and trying to pull through the various mortal servants she had taken a deeper interest in.

There... was one...*
She started to remember, to recall the man who had taken a stronger hold of her attention. Tended her temple, devoted... A priest, perhaps, that-

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

She shook her head, looking over to him blankly with that, not noticing the dress at first until she glanced down. "Oh!" Hastily slipping off the bed herself, she wriggled the dress down over her head, trying to adjust it as best she could, once again stepping closer to him and holding her hair out of the way. "Teeth things. Help." She paused, peeking back over her shoulder. "...Please...?"

Manners. He had reminded her on them before. He was far more willing to do as she wanted if she used them, too. They weren't too terrible, then, she supposed. Waiting for him to help, she glanced around the bedroom once again, then smirked. "The bed would have been much nicer for last night. My legs would not be so sore... I angered you last night. I... apologize for that, my human. I did not mean to cause that. Though... I did enjoy what came of it." She turned back around then, wrapping her arms about his shoulders and rising up on her toes. "Do I need to anger you each time? That would not be a fun way to begin things, but I would certainly do it if.. more of that comes of it." Nuzzling her nose against his jaw, she purred even louder now, rubbing her face against his. "Or perhaps the manners you continue to remind me on. Is that an option as well? To ask? I'm learning, Zack. I am. I'm trying." She pulled back a bit, looking up to him once again. "I need you at my side, my human. Always. I shall always keep you close..." Another cuddling moment, only to suddenly have her attention drawn away once more with an abrupt rush for the kitchen.

"ZACK! I'M HUNGRY!"

 

[fr33ks33k]

In true feline form, Bastet went from inquiring about sex to requesting help with her zipper to cuddling to dashing for the kitchen shouting about her hunger. Zack couldn't help but laugh and shake his head as he followed her at a more leisurely pace.

Since they were going to be leaving anyway, Zack decided on simple sandwiches. Bread, meat, cheese, lettuce, tomato, and mayo all removed from the fridge and assembled. One handed to the cat-goddess, the other kept for himself. Two bottles of water were also extracted as he headed for the front door. Outside it was sunny with a light breeze. Perfect for a walking tour.

"Shall we?"

Zack smiled as he held the door open for her. This would prove to be a very interesting experience at the very least.

 

[Faux_Pas]

Bastet watched curiously as he took each item from the cold box, her tail swaying slowly in interest. A brow raised as he simply settled the new things atop each other, looking down at the pile of food he handed her and sniffing it gingerly. "You were upset with me for not cooking the fish before. Yet you do not cook this?" She glanced back at him, a still confused look on her face before biting into it. Her confused look slowly pushed away as she chewed, a little happy noise leaving her.

"Shall we?"

A little trill left her throat, lowering her food to follow him to the door, beaming again as she took her human's hand once outside. "Yes. We go. I want to see more of everything, Zack. I need to understand this world far more if I ever intend to rule it once again." She smiled up at him, squeezing his hand.

She was quite pleased with her luck, now. The whole statuette incident had felt the absolute end to her, afraid to be trapped that way forever and constantly traded between vile mortal hands. The things she had seen and heard during those travels and exchanges were horrendous and in some cases frightening to the feline goddess... But she had ended up in safe hands. Wonderful hands. Devoted hands...

And hands that could provide good food, she reminded herself, taking another bite of the thing he had made for her and beaming. Letting go of his hand as she continued to nibble, she glanced around to the large structures and the thick stone ground beneath them. Even this was new to her... And that part of it was a completely different texture, where Zack's moving box had taken its trek! Curious on the difference, she stepped off the slight drop to walk on it, feeling the change even through the shoes he made her wear. She wanted to wander further- but another moving box flew closely past her, causing the feline woman to hiss and stumble back to the raised ground, tripping to sit upon it as the hair on the back of her neck raised. "I know there is a human in THAT! They are to halt for the GODDESS and certainly not SCARE her!"

Shaking slightly, she glanced up at him, frowning before glaring after the vehicle. "Zack! Your goddess demands that mortal be punished!" She huffed furiously, pointing to her shoe. "His travelling box attempted to claim my FOOT!"

 

[fr33ks33k]

It made him chuckle to hear her talking about conquering and ruling the world again. Surely she didn't think she could...no. Of course she did. She was a goddess after all...

Her hiss made him turn his head quickly. A car zoomed by as she stumbled and sat down hard on the curb. He half-expected her to cry out in pain, but instead she was full of indignation. He smiled and sat down next to her.

"I'm just glad the jerk didn't hit you. He's long gone by now. I'm sure Karma will get him back. I see you're enjoying your sandwich. Good."

Zack smiled and put an arm around her shoulders; his own sandwich had been gone nearly as soon as they'd left, leaving his hands free. Even with some of her power returned to her, he still suspected that she wasn't quite comprehending the change that the many years had had on the world.

After sitting with her for a while, he rose and offered a hand to help her up.

"Come on. If we keep going this way, we can get to the park before sunset. It's always pretty there."

 

[Faux_Pas]

"So you shall not make him pay for his misdeed." Bastet huffed slightly at that, folding her arms over her chest as she looked sourly after the vanished vehicle. "I am upset with you as well then, Zack!," She announced firmly, her pout growing further. It finally broke when his arm came to wrap about her, slowly leaning herself against him and testing her ankle against the ground. No, he hadn't injured her. But it still left her angry. Especially with a disobedient human, too.

If he hadn't been holding her, she would have been incredibly furious with him. Granted, she was sour about his lack of interest in causing the other human any suffering for nearly causing her injury, but at least he was attempting to comfort her.

It was... sufficient.

Glancing at what remained of her food when he spoke of it, she nodded, only to suddenly hold it up to him. "It is gone now. I am done," She decided, wrinkling her nose at the crust and such left behind. "All gone," She repeated, shoving it at him a bit more before he stood up and offered his hand to her. Staring at it blankly for a moment, she finally took it with his explanation on where it was they were headed. "Park?," She asked curiously, not familiar with the term.

Well, he said it was pretty there. She supposed that meant she would like it. She knew what a sunset was, certainly. Ra was taking his slumber and-

She paused in her steps and released Zack's hand, looking up to the slowly lowering gold orb in the sky, a slight shiver running down her spine.

They didn't believe in Ra anymore.
They didn't believe in her anymore, either.

Biting at her lower lip, a soft whimper came from her, realizing now just how difficult her plan to reclaim this world would truly be. No one even knew she existed. Had any belief in the power of an Egyptian deity anymore. As one of her former shape's owners had put it, she may have just been a prop from a mummy movie, whatever that meant.

Hastily hurrying to catch Zack's hand, she clutched onto it tightly, a newly determined look in her eyes. "I will simply need to make them see that I am not a mere prop...," She mused softly, smirking a bit as she squeezed her human's hand. "Show me your park, Zack. I need to see something as pretty as you say."
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