The Alchemist's Study: Chapter Seven
The continuing series written and gifted to me by my loving kitten pet, Cyr.
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Chapter Seven: Reluctance
If I was going to help Eton we had to hurry. He ran a paw through his hair and followed me out to the truck, seeming skeptical. I was rushing him to open the door, basically running in place. Every second was crucial now, playing back Eton's cries in my head made me shutter. Was it really him though? He changed into a dragon right before my eyes, his voice did sound similar but how could this all be possible? Had Alchemy been real, had something like what I witnessed actually been real: shouldn't it be making headlines or something?
"C'mon, Vince. C'mon!" I shook the door handle.
"Alright well, hop in," he said.
He opened up the truck and we jumped inside. The engine growled as it was brought to life; headlights blaring into the darkness. Vince flipped on the radio, turning to me.
"Ok, now what exactly are you talking about Cyr? What's this about Eton?" He pulled out onto the road.
"I saw him...change." I said.
He gave me another look --- that, "you're crazy", look. "Care to elaborate on that Cyr?"
I tried my best to explain. "Well I walked into the library and I saw him there with someone and he...changed," I paused. "We have to save him. That was only a few minutes ago." I had decided to skip out on the more graphic details that ensued.
"The library is closed at this hour, are you sure about what you saw? I mean, I'm not even sure what you mean by, "changed". He turned onto the road leading to the library. "You're still recovering; maybe you're getting yourself mixed up with whatever happened."
"No, this was real. We don't have much time," I kept my attention to the road ahead.
Once we arrived I rushed up to the doors with Vince close behind. I pulled on the doors with all my strength: they were locked this time. My mind was going too fast to think, like marbles on glass. I pressed my face against the door to get a better look. The light from the backroom was now gone, along with any sounds of Eton.
"I told you it would be locked Cyr. You just pushed yourself too hard today." He was a few steps behind me with the truck still running.
I leaned against the glass with a tear rolling down my muzzle. I hadn't felt this terrible since I had to watch my brother step onto that ship and leave me for who knows how long. How are you supposed to keep calm in situations where you've lost all control? I slid down to the cool concrete.
"I couldn't help either them...either of them." I hit the door and hid my face in my paws. "Allen, Eton...I'm sorry..." My voice grew as weak as I felt, like a patient on his death bed.
The memories of how I got here had returned, and the misery of what happened was repeating itself in poorly crafted disguise. I was still felt like that little kid, afraid to chase after what I tried to hold close. All I could do was sit at the dock of crashing waters, watching it all float away. Maybe this wasn't exactly the same. My brother had stopped writing back to me over a year ago and I never understood why. What I did understand was that feeling, what it's like to have someone you care so much about disappear out of your life.
"Cyr...?" Vince sat down next to me; I could feel his shoulder brushing against mine.
"I'm sorry..." I whispered softly to the ground.
Vince put his arm around my shoulder and I buried myself in his. Right now it felt like he was all I had left. His shirt was soaked in tears but he didn't say a word. He just let his arm continue to rest against me until I finally started to calm down. The truck was still running, the headlights right as if we were on display to the world.
I lifted up my muzzle, wiping away my eyes. "I remember most of what happened now...I remember it." I sniffled. "Allen...my friend...is gone, shot...and now he's gone. I don't even know who did it...just left him there out of fear. Even now, I can't stop pretending there's a way I can go back and save him, that he might be ok." I felt too guilty to look directly at Vince. "After you found me, saved me, I screwed up... ruined another chance to do what's right. Now Eton's gone and I don't know what the hell happened to him or if he's ok...how many times will I be permitted to screw people over?"
Vince squeezed my shoulder and tried to lean me upwards. "Cyr, look at me," he said. I looked up, still sniffling with wet eyes. "Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone has moments in their life when they're scared and don't know what to do." He spoke in a very comforting tone. "You can't always blame yourself for what happens around you. Sometimes all you can do is get up and walk forward. Grieve for your friend, you have my deepest sentiments, but do what I said for him and carry on in his light."
"I don't think I can," I said, bogged down by the heavy feeling in my heart.
Hoping to emphasize his encouraging words, he did something I never expected. He wiped a tear from my eyes and smiled faintly. "I think you can." He kissed me softly. He felt so smooth, smelled so nice. For someone who seemed so calculated and refined at times he had a surprisingly comforting touch. The kiss brought my emotional tension down, helping me relax in that instant.
"Did we just..." I looked to him for confirmation.
"Well, yeah," he smiled. "I wanted you to know you don't need to be sad alone. You've always interested me since the moment I saw you. " He rubbed his neck. "Eh...I'm not the greatest at this sort of thing."
I hugged him. "Well, thank you."
After a minute of enjoying the warm, fuzzy embrace with Vince, I forced myself to get up. My nose had become a little stuffy; I sniffled, crinkling my ears. "Are you ok Cyr?" He got up with me trying to stay close.
"Um, yeah I think I will be soon enough," I assured him.
I sat against the hood of the truck with him for minute thinking to myself. He headed over to the driver's side and tried getting me inside. "How about we head back now? We can talk more if you want or you can get some rest. It's better than just sitting out here with all the bugs eating at us right? Besides, I bought some really delicious looking pie on my break we can share. "
"That sounds great, but I think I'm gonna walk around alone for a bit if you don't mind." I moved to the edge of the hood.
"But you..." Vince began to argue, holding up his paw.
"Don't worry," I hugged him tight. "Thanks for everything you've been doing for me these past few days. I'm really in your debt. I just need a little time alone...walk a few blocks by myself." I kissed him on the cheek with a smile and he grew a little redder.
He made it clear he didn't want to let go but I was finally able to get to the sidewalk. I did like him, and he was really sweet, but right now it wasn't something I wanted to think about. I just wanted some time to think over the loss of my friend. I agreed to meet him back here after about 30 minutes, showing the watch he'd given me.
It seemed like all I really did now was walk and walk. My own two feet just kept bringing me into more and more trouble but I refused to stop at any point. Deep down I knew where things would end but I still suppressed it for as long as possible. When I finally reached a wooded area I took a deep breath. I finally acknowledged my decision in that final step; it was the most difficult choice I'd ever made, but it was something I finally felt selfless about --- it was the only way I could live with myself at this point. I felt awful leaving Vince there but he needed no part of something like this I took a step forward into the brush and closed my eyes. This was the direction in which Catherine told me I'd be able to find the dragon.
Whenever I closed my eyes at this point I'd be reliving or involuntarily inventing some sort of play with the dragon involved. I started to walk forwards and just decided to let them take over, no longer fighting against it. Hopefully they'd take me to the dragon since I believed myself to be so close. Sure enough, they started living up to their active roles. I spoke back to the voices, followed through with wherever the film reel showed me. I could see myself at his feet, lapping a bowl of milk; putting on an outfit and being a means of entertaining the dragon. They weren't very detailed, more like a recap strangely enough. The voices were soothing this time; the imagery was shown in a different light than before. Instead of somber or menacing intimidation, they were peaceful and welcoming.
Lifting me up with make-shift wings, they guided me through the brush. When the imagery started to fade and the chorus turned to whispers I opened my eyes. I was back at hell's gate, ready to face the demon and his games. My knees where trembling but I stood as tall as I could and braced as the gateway opened to his realm.
"Well if it isn't my little kitten pet." The dragon tapped his claws against the door frame. "He's come back to me all on his own, how adorable."
I looked up at him without wavering. "I'm here to make a deal with you."
"Oh?" The dragon huffed. "And what might that be?"
"I know you have Eton. Let him go and I'll be your permanent pet...I won't run away this time." I put my ambitious offer onto the table.
The dragon stopped tapping the door. "Why would I free Eton when I can just ring your neck right now and drag you in here? Then I keep both my pets."
I got on my knees in the dark and begged him. "Please...Master. Let me take his place and mine." I had no more capacity for dignity. If there was any conceivable way of saving Eton then I'd do whatever I could to try.
His tail swayed and I caught his wings flaring out of the corner of my eye. He stepped back from the gate and allowed me to enter. I knew the second I stepped inside everything was over, that even if I changed my mind at this point there was no leaving. I entered the void, sealing my fate. All the familiarities of my past experience inside were hitting me again.
He brought me upstairs into a bedroom where I was given a set of clothes; seemingly identical to the ones I could recall wearing before. The only thing different was that he held a pink collar with blue trim in one claw which he didn't give to me at that point. He just held onto it, interested to no end as he played with it.
"I'm not very happy about you losing your outfit but luckily I have a few of them prepared for such an occasion. I mean it's not like this is the first time it's happened." He noted with a dark grin.
I slipped the clothes on he handed me. They were tight and far from my taste in fashion, but I did nothing to contest them. Afterwards he was so ecstatic he even grabbed a pink ribbon and tied it tight to my tail. I had willingly thrown myself back in the position I struggled so hard to get out of that horrid night. I don't remember every single thing that happened, but most of the puzzle pieces were now in place. The only thing I asked the dragon to let me keep was the watch Vince had given me. He wouldn't allow me to wear it with my outfit but I could keep it in my room and wear it when he wasn't there.
"Oh it's hard to stay mad at you for ruining your other outfit kitten. You look so cute in it, an adorable little slut. Have you changed your thoughts on it my pet?" He set the collar down.
"Yes...Master," I said, "where's Eton?"
"He's busy working on my translations. If I do decide to let him go it'll be after his work is finished today," he got up and wrapped his arms around me.
"Your...translations?" I wrapped my trail around him trying to act interested in his embrace.
He pushed his claw up through my shirt and squeezed at my nipples, making my sheath twitch.
"Yes...I study those books for my experiments. I taught Eton my people's language so I wouldn't have to do it all myself. That's what I have my pets for after all." He softly bit at my neck before licking it and letting his hot breath steam at my fur.
"You have to let Eton go..." I demanded. "Please...Master."
"I do have a deep interest in you kitten. You're one of my most successful experiments after all. The memory erasure may not have worked but you may very well succeed with the more important of the two." He bit down a little harder, causing a drip of blood to start at my neck which he licked off. "You came back on your own after all, didn't you?"
I flinched a little from the sharp teeth, even though it didn't actually hurt. I did come here on my own accord, but it was for the sake of saving Eton. I had to lead the dragon to believe it was more than that. I needed to be capable of saving someone, instead of just standing at the sidelines helplessly.
"Yes," I answered.
He spun me around and threw me onto the bed. "You tell me you're ready to come back, attempting to even fill the order of two pets." He stared at me as I lay face up and looking through him. "But you still have hesitance in calling me Master. That needs to change."
He got up on the bed with me and grabbed one of my paws. He tied it to the bed with a pink restraint that was already wrapped around the post. He grabbed my other paw and restrained it as well. "Let's jump right into that then, shall we? Get as horny as you possibly can for your Master."
The sensations I had been feeling lately shot up again, more intense than ever. My feline arousal was exaggerated even greater than it felt at the library, every swirling sensation stronger than the last. I bucked up my hips, held back by the restraints. The dragon squeezed my sensitive flesh and I couldn't help but let out a loud groan of squirming pleasure.
"Don't get too excited kitten, you're forbidden to cum for now." He began to stroke me. "If you hadn't already put that together the last few times you tried to disobey me in your absence."
My eyes widened, how could he know about that? It must have had something to do with alchemy. It was becoming much more difficult to think with the dragon's strokes. The tension inside kept me feeling like I was seconds away from climax, but I knew the promise was false.
"Are you now ready to finalize your place as my obedient little whore? Have you accepted me as your eternal Master?" He increased the speed of his strokes while running a claw down my stomach.
My hips bucked several times, squeezing my footpaws and moaning to the dragon's amusement. I was pushing with everything I had to just cum. Nothing but a seemingly endless flow of pre escaped me. With every wretch of my desire the dragon would intensify the feeling.
"Yes Master! Please...just... ugh...release Eton." I was breathing heavier and speaking in between the increasingly loud moans I filled the room with. All I could hold onto was the reason I gave what little I had left away to the dragon.
He prodded at my tailhole slowly as his furious strokes to my length became slow, agonizing motions and grappling with my most sensitive areas. "Well he hasn't been as useful as he once was...If you prove yourself as the worthy pet I envision then I may just let Eton take his form back."
"You have to let him leave too Master..." I was watching stars dance around my head. The protest of Eton's freedom was all that was all I could hold onto.
"I don't have to do anything kitten. Am I correct?" He ran his tongue against the pulsing veins of my arousal and began to suck the conviction out of me. Undoubtedly my groans were on par with what I had heard from Eton at the library. The restraints rattled the bed while he lower half pinned down, torturing my throbbing flesh with his blissful suckling.
"No Master," I gasped. "But...Eton..."
The dragon finally gave me a break after my panting started overtaking my moaning. I still felt a small step away from falling off the cliff but my feet were glued to the edge. He got up from the bed with a coy look.
"You sure are determined to help that useless fool. Why is that exactly?" He moved to a drawer next to the bed and grabbed something. "Feeling guilty about something are we?"
I stopped pulling on the restraints and looked at him sternly. "I'll do everything Eton does for you too just...just let him go dammit!"
"That's not the proper way for a pet to speak to his Master. Bad boy," he scowled.
A devastating sting to my already straining orbs sent me howling like a wolf to the moon above. It felt like I was hit by a bolt of lightning through the tight pink panties he had me put on. My tail flailed from under me, the pink ribbon still holding its perfect shape. "Do you not remember my favorite little punishment for your insolence kitten? He chuckled. "Out of all the memories you gained back from the wipe I'd have though that would've been the first if any to return."
I did remember it. I'd just forgotten how effective it was. "Please forgive me Master." I was sounding more and more convincing.
He revealed what he was holding: a cock ring with a light pink gemstone on the front. Grabbing my slick member, he fit me with it. There didn't seem to be anything special about it, just a very pretty looking sex toy.
"This is something you've yet to see kitten, results of my dabbling with materials." He wiggled it, checking how it felt with a claw. He removed the restraints from the bed and off of my paws. "These types of restrains are so primitive, so limited." He threw them in a drawer next to the bed. "I prefer this much better.'
He brought out the red stone I had seen him with at the library and it glowed brightly. Suddenly the gem began to glow pink dimly, as if it had been turned on or something. Out of the gemstone came a stream of pink goo floating seeping onto my member and encasing it. When applied, it was cool and felt like lubricant, but it slowly began to warm up and thicken. Whatever it was it tightened until it shaped to me perfectly, the gemstone was still lit up and small beads of the goo moved slowly around the top layer of itself.
"Position Number 3" The dragon held up the stone.
The beads that were scattered around moved at faster pace. They crawled out to my limbs and shot outward in spines, mimicking tentacles as they reacted. My body was turned around, the goo stretched to every corner of the bed instantly. My legs were pulled back, my arms held flat at my sides.
The dragon sighed contently as my body was shifted around. My still hard cock was now dangling an inch or two away from my muzzle, my back arched back and footpaws meeting the bed behind me. Once the goo had finished positioning my body it began to open up around my tip, then vibrate and massage my entire maleness, indulging my endless sense of restriction.
"It's so close kitten; why not give it a taste?" The dragon teased.
The tentacles helped me experience the taste of my own arousal. For a few minutes I was my own contorted device of torture. For once I was unhappy with my feline flexibility. I was released of myself, webs of desire stretched out between my muzzle and tip. The dragon let out a low roar as he watched.
"You're such a hungry cock slut you'll even take your own. I'm sure you know full and well it's nothing compared to the company of your Master's now is it. A pretty pathetic experience in comparison if I do say so myself," he huffed.
I was red faced, letting each hit to my ego stagger me. This was what I had to get used to though. If I could redeem myself through the tormenting paws of this monster than I'd just have to accept mental and physical degradation---for Eton.
"Are you still confident in your offer kitten, hmm?" He folded his arms.
"Y-yes Master," I answered.
"I'll be back shortly. Until then don't go anywhere ok?" He let out a dark cackle. "We'll see about that deal of yours."
I remained in the awkward position as he left the room. The gem on the cock ring held its shimmer. My muzzle was gradually becoming bridged with more strings of unending desire. Eton, I had to save him no matter what it took and be forgiven. If not forgiven, at least I would be atoning in an equal eternal misery.