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Geno was, as usual, the first of them to wake up. He took a minute to look down at the other cat, curled into his arms as the two of them lay in her bed. He could feel her soft curves pressing against his entire left side, legs locked around his and weight pressing down as if trying to force him to stay put. However, he had done this dance, before. Scarlet was a heavy sleeper: the sable cat barely registered his slow, deliberate efforts to slip out with anything more than a sleepy grunt of protest. He was careful not to open the blankets too much, slipping his body out onto the floor and rising to his feet. Of course, that meant that he, himself, was not spared the cold air of the early morning. Blindly, he groped around in the dim room, finding his clothes where he had discarded them.

Or, rather, where Scarlet had discarded them, after she had all but tore them off of his body. He spared another look at the cat, as he climbed back into his boxers. A bit of her shoulder was exposed, which only served to remind him that she was completely naked, under those covers. Memories of the night before came back, hazy but heady. He felt his cock begin to stir, again, when he remembered that body, on top of him. He shook off the thought, reminding himself that he needed to go. Tossing on his pants and shirt, he left the room, stalking out into the living room where he had left his shoes.

He stared down at them, with confusion. It seemed as though, during the night, somebody had undone the laces on his sneakers, placed Scarlet's own shoes into his, and tied them together.

* * *

Geno leaned against the counter, as he waited for customers to come around. They never did. The old bookstore was one of a half-dozen businesses in this part of town, holding on through sheer stubbornness. The tabby, for his part, only stuck around because he was paid an hourly wage to do next to nothing. Having done the requisite amount of polishing and various busywork, for the day, he was halfway through the top item on the "unsellable crap" basket of paperbacks, when he heard the bell on the door ring.

"Good morning, Mister Stone," Geno called, chirpily. "Welcome back to The Archive."

"Yes, yes," the middle-aged raven shut the door, behind him, shaking the rain off of his long brown coat before taking a step off of the mat. "You don't need to go through the whole customer service spiel, young cat. If I wanted that, I'd just go to Marley and Suther's down the street."

Geno smiled. "Very good. I'm more than happy to be free of my work obligations, if it means I still get paid."

Stone chuckled, at that. "I'll just do a bit of a browse then, if you don't mind."

"By all means, sir."

The raven knew exactly where he was headed. Geno knew from experience that he only ever bought bodice rippers and occult stuff. Usually in that order, and rarely at the same time. However, for some reason Stone seemed to like doing a circuit of the building, before settling on his usual perches. Perhaps, Geno thought, he was trying to seem like his interests were more varied than they truly were. Perhaps he just wanted the excuse to bend the cat's ear, while he searched. Geno, for his part, did not truly care. Stone was all right, for a guy that bought an inordinate amount of smut, and their conversations spared the cat having to dig his phone out of his pocket.

"So, how's that girl you're seeing?" Stone called out, from behind a shelf of young adult fiction.

"She's fine," Geno replied. "I saw her last night, in fact."

"Oh, really? What did you get up to?"

"The usual things. Watched a movie, had dinner, spent a bunch of time talking about work."

Stone chuckled. "Come on. You expect me to believe that's all you two ever do, at her place?"

Geno sighed. "Mister Stone, I think I've made it clear that I'm not going to talk about those kinds of things, with you. Especially not while I'm on the clock."

"Right, right. Pardon my curiosity." It seemed like Stone was settling near the occult works, today. He poked his head out from the section, and winked at Geno. "I just remember being as young as you are, is all."

A buzzing on his thigh made Geno flinch. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone. There was a single text message, from Scarlet. Geno took one look at the preview, saw that there was a photo attachment, and immediately put the phone back in his pocket, recognizing that whatever was on his phone now was probably not safe to look at around the old raven. He sighed, though he could not really determine what he was feeling, as he thought about it. Nervous? Content? This was the absolute worst place for him to think too deeply about it.

Stone finally clomped his way over to the counter. The book he set down in front of Geno might very well have been a comprehensive account of witchcraft, as the title suggested. However, the cat suspected that Stone only bought it because of the busty dog, in a witch's outfit, on the cover. Either way, Geno pulled out the scanning gun and proceeded to do the most work he was liable to do, for the next few hours. He opened his mouth, but realized that he had not looked at the register. Shaking his head, he checked the price. "Fourteen, ninety-nine."

Stone squinted, as he fished in his pant pocket for his wallet. "You all right? Looks like you got something on your mind."

"No, no, I..." Geno sighed. "Sorry, just... weird lady trouble."

"Weird lady trouble happens to be my specialty," Stone replied, sardonically. "Lay it on me, Geno."

"Look, I told you, I don't..." The cat hesitated. His fingers drummed against the phone in his pocket, distractedly. Eventually, he shook his head. "She's been... doing a bunch of weird stuff, lately. Slipping flower heads into my pockets, rubbing oils into my fur. This morning, I found out she'd tied our shoes together, like..." He made a vague gesture, to try and illustrate how he discovered his sneakers. "...like, hers stuffed into mine, and... and then the laces were all knotted together."

"Really, now?" Stone's eyes danced, with excitement, though the rest of his face remained respectfully stoic. "That is quite unusual, I agree."

"I've been trying to ignore it," Geno continued. "Like, sure, it's different, and sometimes it feels a bit creepy, but it doesn't really change anything we're doing, you know? We still... you know, watch TV and stuff, and none of it's getting in the way of that."

Stone nodded, thoughtfully.

Geno sighed. "I dunno. Maybe I'm the one who's being weird, you know? Not a lotta women are as... you know, open about having casual relationships, as she apparently is. Maybe having to untie my shoes in the morning is just the price of admission."

"Probably, probably." Stone put his money on the counter, before leaning an elbow against the edge. "You, uh... you sleep over at her place, yes? After you two... watch your programs?"

Geno suspected a trap, thought that perhaps the horny bird was fishing for details. When it was clear, by the raven's expression that he wasn't, Geno reluctantly replied. "Um... yes. Usually, at least."

Stone nodded. "Check under your side of the mattress, if you're able to."

Geno looked up, from the till, as he was counting out Stone's change. "The mattress? What am I supposed to be looking for, under there?"

"Depends. It's gonna be something, though." Tucking the book under his arm, Stone grabbed his change and receipt and proceeded to turn for the door. "Call it a hunch!"

The bell rang again, as the raven opened the door and walked out onto the street. Geno sat there, a moment, confused. Then, slowly, his hand began to slip back into his pocket.

* * *

"Hah... hhhhaah...!"

He had not exactly planned on being back here, so soon. Normally, the two of them could take a couple of days, away from each other. However, tonight, he had not even bothered to get out of his work uniform, instead heading directly for Scarlet's apartment. After a sudden, chaotic squall of wordless groping and kissing, here he was. Sat on the bed, pants around his ankles, with a gorgeous sable knelt down between his knees, bobbing her head up and down his twitching shaft. He ran his hand through her headfur, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Scarlet... Scarlet I'm..." He moaned, fingers flexing against her head. "I'm gonna... I'm..."

Her eyes lifted up to meet his. The firm twinkle in those piercing green orbs did not carry with it mere permission. No, there was a demand in that glare.

"Oh..." Geno bit his lip, as the last bit of resistance melted from him. "Sc... Scarl-aaah!" His cock lurched and writhed, as he began to empty his balls into the sable's waiting mouth. Scarlet sunk down deeper, her throat flexing as she swallowed every salty wad he could let loose. Her hands curled up, raking along the inside of Geno's thighs hard enough almost to hurt. He was powerless to complain, as he rode out the last few blissful spurts of his orgasm.

Scarlet lifted her head from Geno's lap, taking a moment to show off the inside of her completely clean mouth, before smiling impishly. "You make so much seed," she purred. "You'd think you hadn't cum in weeks."

Geno struggled to catch his breath. "You... I guess you really draw it out of me."

Chuckling, Scarlet rose to her feet and planted a kiss upon his lips. Her breath still had the faint taste of his essence, but that was lost in the smell of almond oil and licorice that formed the base of her perfume. She lifted her hands off of his thighs, leaving a series of shallow furrows in his fur as she stood up straight. "Get yourself comfortable, lover. I'll be back in a moment."

"Of course, lo..." Geno trailed of, awkwardly. He still felt a little bit uneasy about the "L" word being thrown around, as casually as Scarlet seemed to like to do so. And yet, her timbre was so natural, when she dropped it, that lately Geno had to hold himself back from saying it, himself. It seemed, however, that Scarlet noticed. She smiled, knowingly, as she turned to head out to her bathroom.

Shaking his head, Geno rose to his feet and began worrying at the buttons on his shirt. Climbing out of it, exposing his off-white chest and orange striped back, he bent down in an effort to try and untangle himself from his hastily dropped pants. While he was down there, his eyes naturally wandered to the side of the bed. There, he saw a gap between the mattress and bed-frame. His thoughts immediately wandered back to earlier that day, at the bookstore. Surely, he thought to himself, it would not harm anyone, if he were to take a peek. What was he even expected to find? Slowly, sparing one last glance back at the bathroom, he lifted the mattress.

Underneath was a squashed mass of fabric. It took Geno a few seconds to truly parse what he was seeing. A pair of crude, sapient-shaped figures were stitched together out of, seemingly, the same sheet of fabric. Stitching on their "faces" formed features, which was how he could tell that the two were arranged belly-to-belly. One lay atop the other, perhaps reminiscent of two lovers in the act of passion, and they were both bound together with ribbons of red silk. He found himself staring at the one on its back. Somebody had sewn eyes on it, with thread much the same color as his own.

The sound of the toilet flushing in the next room caused Geno to flinch. Letting go of the bed, he had just managed to finish getting out of his pants, by the time Scarlet returned to the bedroom. She had decided to apparently leave her pants and panties behind, and to apply a fresh smattering of her oily, licorice-scented perfume. That, honestly, was enough. Geno found his eyes drawn to the sable's wide hips, the nearly invisible cleft of her vulva seen only from the fresh sheen of moisture that caught the light.

"Look at you," she purred. "You're almost making me feel overdressed, you know."

Geno swallowed, a fresh stir causing his nethers to lurch with new life. "I can put something on, if it'd make you feel more comfortable." He phrased that, as though it might have been a joke. There was at least some part of his brain that considered that to be smooth enough to throw out. His delivery was no doubt hurt by his sudden faltering confidence.

Fortunately, for him, Scarlet seemed to find the stunted delivery more amusing than the line itself. Closing the distance between them, she put a hand on his shoulder. "I think it's time you returned the favor, lover."

Geno looked down, for a moment, then up into Scarlet's eyes. "I, uh... I'm still out of practice with... with that."

With a sultry chuckle, Scarlet leaned in, her words tickling his ear. "It's all right. I like seeing you try." Suddenly, her palm came off of his shoulder, pressing down on the top of his head with a deceptive weight. Her voice became even heavier. "On your knees, lover of mine."

The change in tone was like a spark, going all the way down the tabby's spine. He had never had a woman speak to him in such a clearly possessive manner. Never felt himself forced into positions that he would not have considered himself, by hands so strong they felt like they might bend steel. It was strange. Foreign. And yet, bizarrely, it awakened lusts in him he had never experienced, before Scarlet. Nervously, he negotiated his way down onto the floor. He looked up, into Scarlet's eyes. His head swam, as a brand new collection of smells hit him. Had Scarlet put scents on her... He flinched, as the hand on his head tightened its grip.

"Don't get distracted, now," Scarlet admonished. "You have work to do."

Geno's world became incredibly small, focused entirely on the fuzzy thighs that his head was forced into. His nose pressed against flesh, where he was inundated with a wash of that intoxicating scent. He was never a connoisseur of scents, but something about Scarlet's perfumes brought a purr to the back of his throat, made his tail thrash with anxious excitement. His mouth was already open, in order to take in more of that sweet, burning aroma. It was a matter of no thought for his tongue to find its way past his lips.

Scarlet let out a shaky, husky breath, as the first contact of tongue against button caused wondrous sparks to travel up her body, from between her legs. "That's it, lover," she crooned, as she pressed her weight further forward. "Juuuust like that..."

* * *

Geno had been late for his shift. He had not been aware of having fallen asleep at Scarlet's again, but when he awoke, it was to a scene much like the night before. Including finding the sable's shoes tucked into his and the laces tied together. It took so long to extricate himself, that he did not have time to get back home. And so, he sat at the counter in yesterday's work outfit, hoping that nobody would come along who would notice the lived-in smell. It was, all said, a pretty silly thing to worry about. After all, only a handful of people ever came to this store. And, truth be told, he had enough of Scarlet's perfume in his fur to cover any day-grunge he might have picked up, by sitting around all day yesterday. It had soaked into his fur, the oils. Every time he moved, a fresh whiff of it made its way up to his nose, bringing with it more and more potent reminders of...

The bell rang, atop the shop door, just as Geno caught himself lifting his wrist up to his nose. He struggled to compose himself, as fast as possible, ensuring that the tent in his trousers was well hidden under the counter. "Er, welcome to the Archive," he chirped, amiably, before recognizing the old raven wandering in. "Oh. Mister Stone. Didn't expect to see you back here, for a few days, at least. Finished your latest find, already?"

Stone made a sour face, as he closed the door behind him. "Bah. Turned out to be another bit of facile pop-mystic garbage. I don't even know why I bothered to pick it up."

Geno's mind conjured up the image of the cover, with its busty dog in a witch's outfit. He smirked. "I see. Were you planning on getting a refund, or...?"

"Nah, I wouldn't do that to you. Or the business." Stone sighed. "I made a bad purchase, and I'll live with it. Hopefully there's something in that rag, worth any sort of consideration." He proceeded to stalk towards the aisle. Today, he made no pretenses; he was straight in the romance and erotica books with an almost impossibly casual air. "You went to go see your lady friend, again?"

Geno flinched. "What'd make you say that, sir?"

"I can smell it on you." The raven poked his head out of the aisle, tapping his beak, meaningfully. "Sweet flag, damiana, licorice, catnip... that's quite a potent scent she's using on you."

"C-catnip?" Geno took a sniff of his fur, experimentally. Sure enough, underneath the smell of almonds and herbs, there was a scent he had not encountered since he was a kid in school.

"Yup." Stone approached the counter, with two armloads of books. He had almost no sense of selection, when he was in these particular moods of his. Scattered in front of the cat was basically the entire New Products shelf, with its myriad variations of setting, style and sexual organs of the main characters. Despite that, the raven's expression was completely neutral, as he focused on the conversation in front of him without skipping a beat.

"I mean..." Geno chuckled, nervously. "It's tacky, right? I'm not even sensitive to the stuff, anymore. Still, whatever makes her feel confident, right?"

"It's not the nip you gotta worry about, Geno, my boy." Stone leaned against the counter, finally taking a look at the books he was about to purchase as they passed through the scanner's beam. "Damiana's the star of the show, in that mix, and the flag's nothing to sneeze at, either."

Geno raised an eyebrow, looking up from his scanner. "I didn't know you were so keen on perfumes, Mister Stone."

"That ain't no perfume, friend."

Geno's confusion only deepened.

Stone drummed his fingers against the counter, thoughtfully. "You get a look under the mattress?"

"Uh..." Geno nodded. "There was, like... a pair of dolls or something. Tied up with ribbons."

A raspy noise rumbled in the back of the raven's throat. "I see. So, she's pulling out all the stops, is she?"

"What are you talking about, Mister Stone?"

Tapping his hand on the counter, decisively, Stone stood up straight and busied himself with paying for his things. "Geno, I have a book in my possession I'd like you to read. I get the feeling it might explain a few things."

Geno smiled, amiably. "I appreciate the thought, sir, but as a bookstore employee, I'm the one supposed to be recommending books for you..."

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Stone stared at the cat, his expression dark and serious. Geno swallowed, nervously.

"Geno," Stone said, his voice harsh and grave. "Listen to me, and listen closely. You are in over your head."

"Sir?" Geno glanced over at his shoulder, then back at the raven. "I need you to back up, now."

"You're not listening, friend! This girl you're seeing is not some harmless fling. She's trying to exert control over you, to bend you to her will with the help of some truly potent..."

"Mister Stone," Geno growled. "I'm not gonna say it again. You're way too close. Back off."

Stone's expression hardened, further, but he nonetheless removed his hand, holding it and his other up in a placating manner. "No offense meant, friend. I'm just trying to look out for you."

Geno brushed his sleeve, where the raven had touched him. The agitated movement and warmth brought more perfume smell. "Yes, well, you can look out for a person without putting your hands on them. If I knew you were going to violate my personal space about it, I wouldn't have told you about my love life."

The raven began the process of gathering up his many, many smut books. "I mean this with all sincerity, Geno. You need to stay away from that woman, until you have some idea of who she really is."

"Enough!" Geno slammed a fist down on the counter, with a snarl. "The hell would you know about it, you old pervert? I don't have to take any sort of advice from you, especially when it comes to something like who I fucking sleep with! The girl's weird, all right? I doubt she would have bothered to fuck around with someone like me, unless she was. But if I gotta make a decision between a weird girl and you, it's not gonna end in your favor, so you might as well fuck off now and go buy your porn elsewhere!"

Geno expected only about two or three reactions from the raven, at that. Anger, upset, a vow to never shop in this horrible store, ever again. What he would never have suspected was the look of clear, genuine pity in Stone's eyes. The raven shifted the weight of his books, so they were more comfortable, as he shook his head. "If that's how you feel, Geno, then that's how you feel." He turned around, making for the door. "I just pray you still have your eyes open."

He left, without saying another word. Geno, for a minute or so, afterwards, found himself momentarily seized with a profound regret. He had almost certainly scared off one of the store's few regular customers. Even if Stone was too nice to go complain to his boss, he already knew full well how horribly unprofessionally he had just acted. Beyond that, Mister Stone was... well, he was Mister Stone. One of the only people he talked to, while he was minding the register. Without him, he was alone, with nothing but his own thoughts.

Growling at himself, he got up to head to the bathroom. He had no idea how these oils had managed to stay on his body so long, but he was going to try his best to wash them off, before anyone else showed up.

* * *

Later that night, Geno sat in his living room. A glass of whiskey was in his hands, which he quietly nursed as he waited for his mind to slow down enough to allow him to sleep. He had tried several things before this: deep breaths, a hot shower, several hours of lying in bed and trying to brute force sleep. None of them worked, and so now, like a responsible adult, he turned to alcohol. It was also not working. And so, he sat on his couch, on the cusp of tipsy, listening to nothing in particular.

Because it was so quiet, the sound of something hitting his door was almost deafening. It was not a solid thunk, but rather a collection of slapping impacts against the wood. Eyebrow raised, he put down his glass and stood, stumbling his way to the door. He paused, for a second, before turning the knob and pulling the door open.

The front of his door was wet. A splash of water colored the paint, as it ran down to the floor. On the porch, more water soaked into the welcome mat. A collection of sodden red flower petals sat on the mat. The whole porch smelled of herbs, and... it was at that moment, he noticed Scarlet, at the foot of the stairs. She was dressed in nothing more than a silk bathrobe, an open bottle in her hand with the last dregs of the same flower petals. She seemed vaguely surprised, as if she was not expecting him to come out. However, her expression steeled. Raising her free hand, she pointed and said only three words:

"Follow me, boy."

Geno stood there for a moment, bemused, as Scarlet turned around and proceeded to walk away. He watched as she padded down the sidewalk, turned around the corner, and then turned a second time. It was then, that he realized that he was following her. He was still confused. Neither of them were wearing shoes. He was fairly certain he had forgotten to close the door, behind him. Try as he might, he could not move to overtake her, to try and stop her and ask for an explanation. She took the quickest route home, as quickly as her bare legs would take her, and before Geno could summon up the presence of mind to say something, they were already standing outside of her home.

Geno stared up at the porch, where Scarlet stood in the door-frame and finally acknowledged his presence, again. She smiled, her face a picture of innocence, even as her eyes burned with knowledge.

"Why... am I here?" Geno asked.

"Why, indeed?" Scarlet replied, with a chuckle.

She began to slip into the shadows inside her house. Geno followed close behind. "I'm serious, Scarlet. What was that? What did you throw on my door?"

"Close the door, will you lover?" Scarlet sat against the armrest of her easy chair, her expression still placid. "There's a bit of a draft out there, tonight."

Geno did not break eye contact, as he swung the door closed, behind him. "Answer me. What are you doing?"

Scarlet stretched out, revealing more of her thighs and chest as the robe strained against her body. "What makes you think I am doing anything? You are the one who followed me home, after all."

For a brief moment, Geno's head swam. Was that really what happened? Why was he unsure about this, all of a sudden? It literally just happened. He shook his head, breathing through his mouth to stop the smells that burned his nostrils. "No," he growled, defiantly. "No, something's wrong. You're... doing something to me."

"Oh, dear." The sable stood, slowly approaching Geno, with her arm outstretched. "I think you've been too stressed, from work. Is that why you've been coming around to see me, so often?"

Geno took a step back. "I... I don't..."

"Or... could it be that my lover has finally realized his true feelings for me?" Geno's back hit the door, as Scarlet pressed against him. Purrs rumbled through his chest from hers. The air was thick with oils and perfume. "No need to be shy, Geno, dear. You can trust me with anything you have to say."

The tabby's chest heaved. Words and thoughts hung at the edge of his perception, ready to spill out of him, though he knew with a sense of horrified certainty that they were not his thoughts. He wanted to confess of undying love, to try and give voice to feelings he had never felt for anyone else, before. He also wanted to tear the robe off of Scarlet's body and throw himself on her with a passion akin to a schoolboy's. And as powerful, as overwhelmingly potent as these feelings were, deep in the back of his mind was the chilling undercurrent, the clear understanding that these thoughts were not from his mind, though he heard them in his own voice.

With a grunt, he pushed Scarlet back with the last of his strength. "N-no!" he cried, "stay away!" Whipping around, he put his hand on the doorknob and turned it. The knob slipped in his grip, as his hand slid across a viscous fluid that coated it.

"Stop!"

Scarlet's shout echoed, in his head, causing his vision to fade. His muscles locked up, freezing him in place as his grip loosened on the knob. His heart hammered in his chest, hackles raised, as he tried in vain to convince himself to move, to scream, to do something.

Behind him, he heard the sable open a drawer, fiddle around with something glass. "You are a tougher one, than I had figured," he heard her say. "I had hoped we would not have to resort to Bend Over. You were responding so well to the gentler spells. Turn around, lover." Again, her words seemed to echo, in the tabby's mind. Mechanically, he found himself turning to face her. In Scarlet's hand, she held a small vial of oil, which she proceeded to remove the stopper from. "No matter. You will remember this night as a pleasant enough experience. I shall see to that."

Geno shook his head, imperceptibly. "Scarlet, no... I don't want..."

"Take off your shirt."

Geno felt his hands doing as they were told, even as his mind protested. Rough hands slid through the fur on his now bare chest, bringing with them a slick of potent smelling oils. They were not the same as her regular perfumes. They were sharper. Harsher. More cloying. Geno felt his thoughts fading into the background, a hum lost in the cacophony of sensations that began to wash over him. He could not focus. He could not form words, even in his own head. All that remained was feeling and sensation. What felt to him to be terrifying and harsh soon became calming and gentle, as each new pass of Scarlet's velvet hands brought with it more of that strange aroma.

"That's it," Scarlet cooed, as she worked. "That's it, lover. Just relax, and take it in. This is all natural magic, we're weaving here. It's not gonna hurt you. See now, doesn't that feel good?"

"Yes, lover," was the reply that rumbled out of his lips, mechanically.

"Oh, Geno, darling," Scarlet chuckled, sultrily, as she grabbed two fistfuls of Geno's soft chest-fur and began to lead him into the house, proper. "I'm afraid you don't get to use that word around me, anymore." Her voice lowered, the words echoing in his head. "I'm going to need you to call me Goddess, from now on."

The words caused Geno's entire world to get just the tiniest amount off-kilter. His heart began to race, with excitement, his breath hitching as he looked into Scarlet's subtly burning eyes. "Y-yes," he stammered out, "whatever you say my... my Goddess."

"Such a good boy," Scarlet purred. The tie holding her robe to her body came undone, flopping off to her side and revealing a strip of dark fur from her neck to her crotch. Geno looked down at her naked body, as if seeing it for the first time. His cock positively ached as it seemed to remember how to react, all at once. His fingers flexed, his hands almost reaching up to undo his belt, but for some reason he found himself unable to do so.

Scarlet heard the whine in the back of his throat and chuckled. "Aww, poor lover," she teased. "You really want to whip it out and fuck me now, don't you?"

"Y-yes," Geno gasped.

"Well, you're going to have to earn it, now, after making me use so much of my magic on you." Geno felt a weight on the top of his head, iron and absolute. Before he even recognized it as Scarlet's hand, the weight of it had dropped him to his knees. One of her legs snaked around his shoulder, to rest on his back, and Geno's face was forced directly into her crotch. Her fur was treated with familiar smelling oils, herbs and flowers, licorice and... catnip. His tail scraped along the floor, making fluid question mark shapes, as a dark spot grew against the tip of his maleness. Scarlet pulled him closer, grinding his face against her fur, but in truth he needed no guidance, on that front.

There was the faintest hint of hesitation, just for a moment, as Geno was reminded how unconfident he was about this kind of thing. Before the disconnect became strong enough to bring him back to reality, however, Scarlet grabbed at his head-fur and pulled, dragging the both of them back with her as she collapsed into her recliner. Her second leg rested against the small of his back. He felt trapped, like some kind of cornered animal. And yet, almost of its own accord, his tongue left his mouth and began to work.

For a moment, Geno was blind. The soft black fur that surrounded him was as deep as midnight, and he didn't dare let his eyes wander. He was too afraid to accidentally meet the potent, magically-infused gaze of his Goddess. Thankfully, he didn't need his eyes. The taste of womanly nectar guided his tongue. The husky purrs and moans of the sable were as emboldening as they were intoxicating. Every disruption of her fur brought with it another whiff of oils, which overrode the harsh scents in his own. Except for his sight, it felt as though every one of his senses were alive and screaming for more.

He had no way of knowing how long he was down there, though afterwards the ache in his jaw would have given him a pretty good indicator. Eventually, he felt thighs close around his cheeks, Scarlet's rumbling whine seeming to radiate through her whole body as it shook and fluttered. Geno's chin was spattered with feminine essence, which would have vaguely added to the potpourri of exciting scents about him, were it not for the fact that his nose was being ground into Scarlet's pubic bone, his mouth firmly stuck around her twitching clitoris as his tongue dumbly continued to lap up more and more of that tangy sex.

"Ohhhh..." Scarlet scratched Geno's scalp absently, as her orgasm wound down. "Good boy. Such a fucking good boy."

Geno whined, a fresh spurt of pre leaking out from the spot in his pants. "Goddess, please... I want... I-I..." The words died in his throat. An overwhelming feeling took him, as if he needed permission to speak.

"You what, little kitten?" Scarlet hiked her hips, smushing her sopping wet sex against Geno's face, marking him with her scent. "Do you want to fuck me? Is that it?"

"Uh-huh," Geno gasped, delirious with desire.

Scarlet laughed. "Look at you. Eager as a boy in the flush of puberty. It's too bad you don't deserve to be on top, right now."

Geno made a despairing noise of protest, stifling it meekly as quickly as it bubbled out of him.

Scarlet disentangled herself from him, finally letting him get a good look at her warm, ready vulva. "Oh, don't you worry, lover of mine. I don't intend to leave you like this. Get on your back. Now." Again, the subtle shift in her tone of voice was like an echo, felt through every inch of his skull. He could only watch as his body obeyed, stretching backwards to lay against the soft carpet. Scarlet rose to her feet, and continued. "Perhaps someday, we'll have you trained enough, where I don't need to use all these spells to keep you in line. Hands behind your back. Legs straight." With an almost lackadaisical air, she worked her fingers on Geno's belt, undoing the button before shucking his pants halfway down his legs. Crawling on top, her purrs took on a huskier quality. "For now, though, I suppose I'll have to settle for using you like my own personal sex toy. You don't have a problem with that, do you?"

Geno's eyes were wide with unspoken anxiety, but still his lips responded. "N-no. Whatever you want."

"Say it."

"Goddess? I don't..."

"Tell me what you are."

"Y-y-your own personal sex toy, Goddess."

A shiver rolled down Scarlet's entire body, as she soaked in the feeling of power those words gave her. The soft, damp fur around her sex tickled Geno's member enticingly, before she snaked a hand downward to guide him against her lips. "That's right," she growled, as she lowered herself down on him. "Nnnngh. Moan for me, kitten. I want to hear how badly you need me."

Geno was not what others might call a quiet partner in bed. Occasionally, he felt a need to rein that in, out of a knee-jerk, admittedly immature notion that it was somehow unmanly. However, laying here, with his hands behind his back, as Scarlet rode his cock with all the familiarity of a favorite marital aid, he found he could not hold back the chorus of gasps and whines that came out of his mouth louder and more earnestly than they ever had at any point in recent memory. Uselessly, his fingers flexed, desperate to reach up and grab two handfuls of those heavy breasts that swung and jiggled above his head. They did not leave the base of his spine, however, rooted to his body as firmly as if they had been tied together with rope.

Scarlet rocked back and forth, stirring Geno's member in her depths, her gaze burning with predatory ownership. "You know," she taunted, with a chuckle, "this is the first time we've been like this, without a condom." Her insides fluttered, as if trying to underscore how different the sensations of her body were without that layer of latex. "What if I'm not on my anti-heats, Geno? If you cum inside me..."

Geno sobered, for a second, at that. Once again, the notion came to him that something about this situation was wrong, and even though he couldn't think clearly enough to figure out what the problem was, exactly, still the notion was enough to cause him to squirm. "Scarlet? Y-you are on your anti-heats, right?"

Scarlet didn't answer. Instead, she began to screw herself onto his cock, in earnest, driving her hips down with enough force to fill the room with rhythmic slaps and the myriad scents that came with their rising body heats.

The fog began to descend on Geno again, as his world became suffused with licorice and catnip. "G-Goddess?" he gasped, in desperate search of an answer.

Scarlet didn't answer. Instead her smile only got harsher, as did the assault she performed on Geno's pelvis.

"Goddess, please, I'm... I'm gonna..."

"Do it, lover. Fill me with your kittens."

The realization of what he was about to do hit him a moment before the dam broke. All he could do was groan in protest, even as he shot spurt after spurt of frothy cum into Scarlet's warm, clenching depths. Scarlet squirmed and sang above him, her second orgasm just a second behind Geno as she milked every drop of hot seed from the tabby beneath her. Geno stared at the bottom of her chin as she stared at the ceiling, mouth open in rapture, chest heaving with exertion and excitement.

When she finally looked down, into Geno's eyes, she saw the fear bubbling behind them, and knew that her grip on him was starting to slip. "That expression is priceless, lover," she teased. "There's no need to fear. I am on the pill, for now, and it's not even the time for my heat."

Geno shook his head, struggling to speak the words that he knew he actually wanted to say, instead of the ones that his body seemed to want to say for him. "I don't... what..."

Scarlet reached for the bottle of oil, still attached to Geno's slowly softening cock. "No worries. You'll only give me your babies when you're fully in my control. For now, however, I'll have to make sure you remember this as a perfectly loving and beautiful encounter. I just hope that I've mastered that particular spell, enough. You've pushed my timeframes up, considerably, after all."

Geno squirmed, as more of that cloying oil was rubbed into his chest. "N-no. Stop it, don't touch..."

"Sleep now, lover," Scarlet purred. "Sleep and dream of how much you love me."

* * *

Geno sat in the bookstore, once again. It had been hours since anyone had shown up. He had not dusted the counters, or picked up one of the "unsellable crap" paperbacks, or really done anything other than stare vaguely in the direction of the front door. Eventually, the door opened, though he barely registered it happening, except to mutter out "Welcome to the Archive" in a mechanical tone of voice.

Mister Stone approached the counter, a bundle of cloth in one hand and a book in the other. "Morning there, Geno."

Geno didn't respond.

"You, uh... you go see your lady friend, again?"

Again, Geno said nothing.

Mister Stone reached a hand out, placed the bundle of cloth on the counter. It was sewn shut, and smelled faintly of herbs. Taking Geno's hand, he placed it on the bundle and pushed both it and Geno's hand towards him. "There you go, bud. This should help you."

Geno didn't look down, but for a moment he could feel his thoughts start to return to him. He took a deep breath, and finally he said. "I think I need to break up with her, Mister Stone."

"Oh, yeah?" Stone made a show of pretending like this was a surprise to him. "What's up? Did something happen?"

"I don't..." Geno shook his head. "I don't know. I don't know what happened, I just..." He felt tears welling in his eyes. He tried to suppress them. "It just feels like something's wrong, you know?"

"Mmm." Stone put the book down on the counter. "Here. This book contains all the information I think you'll need. Keep that bag on you, until you've at least managed to get a few chapters in. Simply knowing what it is that's being done might be enough to help you overcome it. If that's not enough, the book has plenty of countermeasures you can try."

Geno looked down at the book, an untitled leather folio that seemed to be even older than Stone was. He smirked, warmly. "I was almost sure you'd have stopped coming around here, after I treated you like shit."

Stone shrugged. "If you think calling me an 'old pervert' is treating me like shit, you don't want to hear what I let my lady friends call me, in the bedroom." Geno looked up, ears flattened in scandalized shock. Stone cackled, at that. "See? I knew you were still awake, in there!"

Geno sighed, then laughed. "Th-thanks for this, Mister Stone. Seriously."

"Always willing to help a newcomer navigate the dangerous world of magic, my boy." Turning around, he waved as he made for the door. "No books today, I'm afraid. I'm still trying to get through that collection of smut you sold me, the other day."

"All right. See you later, Mister Stone!" Geno watched as the crow shut the door behind him, leaving him in silence. His fingers flexed around the cloth bag, as memories started to return to him. Hazy memories, but ones that filled him with an inexplicable sense of dread. Opening the book to the first page, he quickly stuffed the bag into his pocket, preparing to spend the rest of his workday trying to get answers.

As he put the bag away, his fingers brushed against something cool and soft. Absently, he let go of the bag and dug it out.

It appeared as though somebody had managed to slip the head of a forget-me-not flower into his pocket.