Trading Deadlines for Headpats (Part 1) - [Fanfic] [D/s] [Maledom] [Petplay] [Catgirl]

Muffin Knight had been unnaturally busy. Following her marathon retail session, she'd made more than enough cash to fund both April and her own halves of the rent for months. She'd intended to take some time off, but a certain opportunity had come knocking and she knew she needed to strike while the iron was hot. At the same time, he apartment had needed maintenance and given the nature of the lodgings, the duty fell on Muffin as well. Eventually, everything was dealt with, but the stress lingered. She needed a change of scenery, of circumstances.

Expressing her frustrations to a certain friend had him jokingly suggest that she sounded like she wanted to stop being human and just be a pet for a bit - the "rich man's dog" dream for reincarnation, but on a more temporary basis. Muffin had joked back, and their banter eventually transformed into making plans. Now, Muffin stood on the aged wooden porch of a detached home in a certain instance of reality. The cool chill of a late autumn evening nipped at her neck and filled her lungs with a refreshing vigor. She fluffed up her hair and checked her reflection in the door's glass window before, satisfied, seizing the knocker and rapping sharply in a distinct pattern. Five, then one, then four.

The door swung open to reveal a man, no longer young but still in the prime of his life. He stood only a few centimeters taller than she did, but his broad build dwarfted her more lithe form. A blue and white woven polo shirt had been paired with a comfy-looking pair of flannel lounge pants; a strange choice. His glasses and hair were also slightly askew, and his smile was crooked, but a genuine warmth poured from his eyes.

"Muffin! Good, you made it. Was there, uh...I guess there wasn't much traffic?"

Muffin snickered. "What traffic? You're talking like I came here on a Greyhound bus or something. Multiverse travel..."

"...doesn't have bottlenecks. Right." He stood there awkwardly for a moment until Muffin picked up her suitcase and gave him a pointed look. "Oh! Oh, right. Come in! Hungry? I made ramen. Went a bit heavy on the ginger, but it's good!"
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Theo and Muffin had first met some time ago, when she was looking for help dealing with a particularly troublesome fae. His particular brand of magic, along with his more mundane education, made him well-suited to the task. They'd hung out once or twice after that. This time, though, they had something a bit more intense planned. Theo could hardly believe his luck. Muffin was the sort of woman that people lost sleep over, and now...

"Alright. We're really going to do this? You're sure you're feeling ok?"

Muffin rolled her eyes. "If I wasn't feeling ok, you'd know. I'd be gone. Out of here. Jumping through random dimensions while escaping so you couldn't follow me home." She smirked. "Not that you could follow me without my help."

Despite his nervous demeanour, he didn't shrink at her rebuke. Rather, it seemed to energize him. He squared his shoulders as he stood from the table, grinning. This time, he didn't try to hide that he was undressing her with his eyes.

"Then let's get started. I've got things set up downstairs. It's this way."

Muffin followed, slightly confused. "Set up? If I go down there and find a litterbox..."

Now it was Theo's turn to roll his eyes. "Christ, no. Come on. I've been working on this for ages as a side project. Never thought I'd get to use it. Trust me, it'll be fun."

Theo's basement, it turned out, was where he kept the tools of his trade. A room was set aside for his magecraft. In the center was a large wooden table. Various tools and brushes inhabited pegboards and shelves around the walls, a small sink and countertop were positioned out of the way in a corner. A small foam mattress had been placed along the table. Muffin didn't have much time to admire the surroundings, though. Emboldened by her earlier confirmation, Theo placed a hand in the small of her back and pushed her gently towards the table.

"This is in the way. You won't be needing it, anyway." Stepping behind her, he grabbed the hem of her green sweater and black tank-top and pulled them off in a single motion before tossing them to the side. It took a moment of fumbling for him to undo her bra, but he eventually managed it. He couldn't help but take the chance to cop a feel. His fingers sunk into her plush tits ever so slightly as he gave them an appreciative squeeze, coaxing a slight gasp from Muffin.

"Ah! When did you get so handsy?" She teased. Before Theo could respond, she turned around and, standing on tiptoe, pressed her lips against his. Their tongues entwined for a moment before she stepped back, breaking the kiss before stepping out of her tight jean shorts and panties. She left her thigh-highs on, of course. He didn't object.

"So am I supposed to lie down on this? What's going on?"

"A little...peformance enhancement. To help you get into character. Don't worry, it's temporary and easily dispelled. It's based in my contract magic. It'll also respond to your safewords."

Given the nature of the magic, Muffin knew he couldn't lie to her about its effects. Satisfied, she hopped up onto the table. He directed her to lay on her back before grabbing a small jar of liquid from the countertop.

"I'd prepared this earlier. It's a body oil. We'll be putting a sigil on you to anchor the magic. Took me hours to get the ink right. I'm no artist. First, though, we've got to get your skin set."

Tilting the jar ever so slightly, Theo began to drizzle a steady stream of the oil onto her stomach. It was warm, soaking into her skin and soothing her muscles. Perhaps he heated it in advance? Muffin took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as the warmth relieved tension all across her core and awaiting the next steps. It wasn't a boring wait: to ensure the oil was evenly distributed, Theo begain to rub it into her skin like sunscreen. As much as he tried to keep his strokes calm and smooth, he couldn't help but press a little bit more than he needed, to trace the outlines of her obliques and abdominals. Nor could he stop himself going higher than necessary. It wasn't long before his hands were once again gliding over her breasts, squeezing them together before gently pulling them apart.

"So..." Muffin began, looking at him through lidded eyes, "...weren't you going to write something?"

"Ah, right..."

"Write." She smirked.

"Great, the puns are starting." Theo sighed in mock exasperation, giving her tits one last squeeze for good measure before wiping his hands on a towel and fetching more supplies. "I'm not going to write something. I'm going to apply a sigil that I've already put on this transfer paper. Like a temporary tattoo, only magically reinforced. See?"

Craning her neck, Muffin took a look at the paper. In the center of the paper was the outline of a heart with two cat-like ears perched on top. A pair of long tails curled up from the left and right sides, ending in a pawprint, while a single curved line along the bottom formed a simple collar from which dangled a single bell. It looked like an oversized temporary tattoo, except that the ink shimmered and flowed across the paper without ever straying outside the bounds of the drawing.

"You'll be able to see it in the mirror later. Put your head back down, you're going to strain your neck." There was a bit more confidence in Theo's voice now. Muffin smiled to herself as she relaxed, letting Theo drape the paper over her stomach. He spent a moment positioning it, and then picked up a brush from the table. Wetting it in the jar of oil, he begain painting across the paper to ensure it was smoothly adhered to her skin. With each stroke, Muffin could feel the bristles a little bit more. It tickled!

"Stop wiggling. Focus." Theo's stern voice was accompanied by his fingers pinching one of her nipples, cutting through the tickling and causing Muffin to emit a surprised squeak. Still, it worked. The mild pain distracted her from the brush and, after a few more strokes, he was finished. Placing the brush and oil jar aside, he hovered his hand over her stomach and muttered a few words in a language not typically uttered by mortals. Muffin herself only recognized pieces. Before she could think more on it, a searing chill rushed through her veins. The magic ink was like ice on her flushed skin! The sensation hovered for a moment between refreshing and painful before slowly dying away. Then, in a flash, it returned, this time engulfing her whole body. Muffin shivered violently as she felt her physical form respond to the magic, shifting ever so slightly...how?

Muffin blinked. She was fine. Wait, where was she again?

"Muffin? Still with me?" Theo waved a hand in front of her face. Reflexively, she batted at it with one of her own, fingers curled into a facsimile of a paw

"Hah, good. Looks like it worked. Here, sit up. Good girl. I like your new look. Wnat to see?" Theo gestured over to a full-length mirror leaning against one of the walls. With his help, Muffin climbed down off the table and took a couple unsteady steps to look into the mirror.

The first thing she noticed was the ears. Fuzzy brown cat ears, perched perfectly atop her head. There was a tail, too, curling behind her back and moving to keep balance as she shifted her weight from side to side. And her eyes...her pupils, now slitted like cat's. Impressive. She opened her mouth to tell him as much, but...

"Mrowrl." Muffin clapped her hands over her mouth in shock, looking to Theo. His smug grin told her that this was going according to plan. Another attempt at speach. "Mnyaaa?!"

"Silly Muffin, pets don't talk." He grinned. "Don't look at me like that -you'll be able to talk in emergencies, or if I give you permission. You *did* say you didn't want to have to talk to anyone, didn't you?"

She did say that. Something about needing to ask permission to talk made her ache in just the right way, too, but she wasn't about to admit that without a fight. A thought occurred to her. With a smug smile, she raised her arm and flipped him off.

"Hey!" Theo scowled. "You need to watch yourself, young lady. I'm not about to take crap from a housecat. Come here. Now."

Still grinning, Muffin walked towards him - or at least she tried to. The very first step she took made the whole room spin. As if by instinct, she crouched down and used her hands to steady herself. The second all four limbs were touching the ground, the vertigo ceased. A quick glance at Theo showed that he was wearing his own smug smile. This, too, was part of the plan.

"Cats don't walk on two legs, Muffin, and fuckpets certainly don't either. Now come here."

Hesitantly at first, then growing more confident as she went, Muffin put hand before leg and crawled towards the man. Looking up at him from the floor, it was impossible to miss the tent he was pitching in his pants. She couldn't deny that the scenario was affecting her as well. Her nipples were painfully stiff and she could feel her nectar dampening her petals. She subtly rubbed her thighs together in hopes of relief, but of course that only made things worse.

Her attention was drawn back to Theo as he knelt down in front of her, showing her something in his hands: a strip of soft leather, dyed the same shade of green as her sweater, with a little gold bell dangling from a metal loop. Placing one hand under her chin, he gently raised her head until she was looking him dead in the eye. With a practiced hand, without breaking eye contact, he fastened the collar around her neck, making sure to tighten it just enough that she could feel it press against her skin.

"There. Look at you! All pretty and dressed up in your cute new collar. You know, I was talking to April. You've been working so hard lately, haven't you?" Theo began to rub his hands across her head, stroking her hair and brushing his fingers across her cheeks. The whole time, praise flowed from his lips. "You did so well with that pop-up store. I hear you sold some interesting things. And then that next job. Such a good girl. Such a hard worker. There now. It's time to rest, isn't it? Time to relax? Time to feel my hands on you, your reward. Everything's been arranged. I've got your list of do's and don'ts, and for the contract period, all you have to do is be a good little kitten. A good little pussy-cat. A good, warm, cozy, tight set of holes for me. You're going to do that, aren't you? Yes, you are, and it's going to feel amazing."

Continuing to stroke her hair with one hand, he trailed his free hand down her body until his fingers found her clit. She'd been dampening before, but the praise-bombing had her completely soaked. Muffin's hips twitched and shook as he gently, slowly drew small, firm circles around her sensitive little bitch-button. The whole time he kept staring her dead in the eye, whispering words of praise.

"You deserve this. You've worked so hard for it, and now you're getting what you deserve. Every little touch, every orgasm, every drop of my seed you swallow? You've earned it all by being such a good, ambitious, hard-working woman. And now, while you're in my care, you'll get to laze around the house. Sleep in the rays of the sun. Take my cock however, wherever, whenever I choose...and maybe a few other cocks as well, hmm?"

Planting a quick kiss on her lips, Theo stood. Now that she couldn't stand herself, he seemed to tower above her; an intimidating yet comforting presence, like a familiar mountain on the horizon. Tousling her hair, he began to walk back upstairs.

"Come on, Muffin. I'm tired of waiting. I'm going to take you on the sofa, to start with."

"Mmmnaeow!" Already adapting, Muffin voiced her excitement as best she could before crawling after him. She couldn't help but take purposefully long strides to make her thighs rub together as much as possible, now firmly convinced that this had been a very, *very* good idea.