Toofy Ch 04

Trigger warning: References to rape. Only references. You'll never find this writer describing that explicitly.

Obviously everyone is over eighteen. Including Saia.

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The catgirl put the stress of training her master how to perform in the bedroom out of her mind.

Tried to ignore the pain at the base of her tail. Whilst she truly enjoyed him and the way he made her feel, it was now time to indulge another vice.

She had a bet to win, to ensure that her master's house was not embarrassed.

She was sure that Sai would tell her that she shouldn't be ashamed if Lord Castelle won the bet. He was an expert in hunting. A hawker, who drove his prey into the open, blinding them, before suddenly cutting them down.

She needed to embarrass the hunter, here and now, or she would likely not be able to gain the trust of Lady Castelle. His poor and neglected wife.

Toofy very nearly growled at the thought.

Her master risked embarrassing himself in front of his very influential guests for a chance to feel her wrapped around him. Whereas with Lady Castelle... It had been clear that nobody had even touched her in quite some time.

What kind of lord neglected his wife in favour of his hobbies?

"Ah, a lovely riding skirt." Domina Florence said as the catgirl joined the collection of people outside, waiting to mount their horses.

The woman walked up to her, and brazenly took her arm, walking her to the side for a moment. "Our Lord Sai seems to have at least a passing familiarity with women's fashions... Though, perhaps, he should allow his dearest mistress to find some matching stockings."

Toofy giggled at the delicate wording, "Master fucked her. Toofy isn't ashamed of it, domina. She wants them to see. To see, and not know how to use their tongues."

Florence's mouth showed a hint of a smile, but her voice was all disapproving, "I... See."

"She can smell it on the domina." The catgirl leaned in, whispering to the woman, "Her jealousy. Her anger. Her... Attraction. Domina has no man, because he would steal from her. Take her title."

The woman shoved her backwards, ruffling her clothes, "That is quite enough of that, cat."

"Kitty got claws." Toofy grinned lopsidedly, "Domina doesn't want to know what happens if they feel like holding on. Don't touch my Sai."

"I... I beg your pardon?"

The catgirl's golden eyes shone dangerously, "Don't. Touch. My. Sai. She knows she wants him. She can smell it."

"Your Sai, has never even entertained marriage. Which, of course, would involve you being forced to bow your head to his bride." The domina said with more tact than the catgirl.

Toofy rolled her eyes, "Domina is the one who suggest mistress. Because Domina is the one who wanted him. The others, not hearing. Don't mince words. Toofy will kill you, if you touch him. I will kill you, human."

"You're nothing but a slave. How dare you talk down to me. Threaten me. I am a domina of this land." Florence spoke angrily.

The catgirl smiled, "Have you... Killed before, domina? Have you even killed the prey during the hunt? Felt the blood between your fingers? The flesh between your teeth?"

"Disgusting creature."

Toofy laughed softly, "Before domina decides to take the Sai, before she decides she will hunt the neko, she should ask the priestess. Ask her what Toofy can do. What she will do, if threatened."

With that, she stormed away from the infuriating woman, and joined the others.

Basking in the awkwardness as they all knew she was freshly fucked, cum still running down her legs. The cold breeze cooling her friction-burned parts.

Lady Castelle was the one to address her, this time. "The domina seems upset. I trust that there is nothing amiss with your master that we need to care about?"

"Master is just slow. Too tired to walk." Toofy said casually, "It is good the horse will run for him."

"Have you ridden much, Madame Sai?" Lord Westcolm interjected.

She shook her head, "Nekos... Don't trust horses. They smell... Anxious, all the time. Scared of butterflies and spiderwebs."

"Spiders are awful. Just... Awful." Lady Efina shivered.

Toofy grinned, "Spiders make good snacks. Do you remember it, priestess? You were so happy when you found Toofy cleaning the storage room."

"Yes. Right up until I saw you shove... Ugh... One of those ugly things... Inside your mouth." Efina shivered.

The catgirl shrugged, "Toofy cleaned the room, too."

"With a spiderweb hanging out of your mouth." Efina shuddered again, "Horrible. Just... Horrible."

Lord Westcolm chuckled, "Well, these are well trained horses. They should not baulk at a playful little spiderling snack. However, if you are to win your bet, then I think you will need to trust in your mount. That's the secret to good riding."

"Toofy isn't riding." She shook her head, and clicked her leather shoes together, "She is a neko, she will hunt as one. The human hunters can stay with the slow horses, if they like. But Lord Castelle will not win if he does."

Lord Castelle glared at her with derision, "You think you can beat me on foot? We're hunting deer. A very flighty little animal."

"Ah! Master, master!" Toofy waved as Sai emerged from the building. His clothing immaculate, walking as if he were perfectly fine. "Toofy needs your help!"

Sai looked at her disapprovingly, "Already causing trouble, my mistress?"

She pouted, "The Lord Castelle doesn't believe her. Thinks horses are faster than Toofy. It is very insulting."

"Is that so?" Lord Castelle said airily.

Sai nodded, "Actually, it is, my dear Lord Castelle. I am afraid that the hunter among us has missed something obvious. My mistress is not human. Her ears and tail, are signs that she is a neko."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Perhaps I can help." Lord Westcolm tried to come to her defence. Again. Despite the fact that Toofy was beginning to hate him. He liked her exotic nature too much. "Have you ever hunted the cheetah of the savannas, Lord Castelle?"

The man laughed, "Hunted may be too strong a word. I did once join in an expedition, but when it runs faster than the arrow, there is little chance of success. We did, briefly, manage to trap one."

"Cheetah is slower than Toofy." She said forcefully, glaring at him.

The hunting lord looked at her with sudden concern, "I... That isn't..."

"She isn't human." She growled angrily, "She doesn't want to be. She will not be. Even if society accepts or rejects her, it will be as a neko."

Lord Castelle frowned, "I hope this isn't insensitive... But if your people are such accomplished hunters... Why are you so rare?"

"Humans." Toofy said quietly.

"Enough." Sai ordered, "Castelle, shut your mouth, as you have placed your foot within it. My mistress, you will also forgive the lord, this slight."

Her cheek twitched, and she gave him a sarcastic curtsy, tugging on the heavy skirt, "As her lord requires."

Lady Castelle spoke nervously, "Are we to begin the hunt, now? Sirs? Ladies?"

Sai smiled and seemed to calm himself. He then surprised her by leaping into his saddle without assistance or even stepping into the stirrups. He waved to the horses, "I shall assist you, Lord Castelle. My dearest, you are not permitted to join the hunt until we are out of sight. Can you give him this handicap?"

He was punishing her.

She smiled sweetly, and gave another sarcastic curtsy, claws scratching at her new skirt as she did, "As her lord requires."

"He does."

Other servants bustled to help the other fools into their saddles. The ladies were clearly intending to hold back, and enjoy pleasant conversation and political intrigues.

Controlling the fates and destinies of the men who were distracted by their bloodsports.

The catgirl found it so very foolish of the men to so willingly turn their backs to the powerful women of the land. It wasn't like humans had her sense of hearing.

She didn't trust any of them.

She flinched at an acrid smell, pulling back and biting at her lip as the gamekeeper brought out the howling and whining little pups. Desperate to go running off, herding for the hunters.

She stuck out her tongue instinctively, "Blegh."

"Not one for dogs, either?" Westcolm said teasingly, wheeling his horse over to get closer to her.

She looked up at him with a blank face. Yet, not even the smell of his steed could cover up the growing stench of lust from the man. She was not flattered by it.

He didn't even see her as Twenty Four.

The man saw something inhuman and wanted to fuck it. Whether or not... She would need to make efforts to not be left alone with this one.

"Since when does any cat like a dumb mutt?" She said, meaning the lord.

Westcolm chuckled, "Don't let the handler hear you say that. You may be the head of the household, beneath Lord Sai, but you should try and get along with the servants... Speaking of which, it may not be entirely proper... But perhaps refrain from carving the mark of your tribe into any other servants' cheeks."

She blinked in confusion, and then burst out laughing. "Isaac? That is not Toofy's tribal mark. She doesn't have something silly like that."

"You were not marking him as your property?"

She frowned, "No. She was punishing him."

"He is Lord Sai's closest assistant. Is he aware you punished his servant?" Westcolm lowered his voice.

Her tail swished angrily. She really wanted the man to go away. The smell of his desire was about as pleasant as a minotaur in heat. "If the Westcolm truly must pry, then he may know that the Isaac struck Toofy."

The lord stared over at the servant directing the final preparations, "I... See. It will be disappointing to hear of his execution. He has served faithfully for many years."

"Toofy is not planning to allow that. The servant is like the hounds. He has his use. He is unpleasant, but that simply means he needs to be trained to not act like a mutt."

Westcolm's scent changed radically, "You're quite something, aren't you, Madame Sai? You see much further than most people would consider. May I ask what plans you have already decided for myself?"

"She has not yet decided. She understands he could tutor her in other races." Toofy said diplomatically, "However, the Westcolm is a liability. He keeps many slaves, and Twenty Four is a slave. It would be too easy for gossip. None may think that the Sai might be looking to sell her. Her master is not available for another mistress. Not for a bride."

He nodded, "That seems reasonable... If extremely devious of you. I will watch your progress with great anticipation. I have no doubt you will do great things, Madame Sai."

With that, he panic-fled her presence.

The hunters lined up, Lord Sai waved to her, his glare reminding her of his annoying orders, and then they took off.

As they did, her handmaiden tugged at her sleeve, "M... Mistress?"

"Toofy doesn't want new stockings." She pouted, "She likes the stains. She was filled with master."

Arina swallowed and put the stockings out of sight, "Is there anything else I could assist with, mistress?"

"She doesn't want underclothes, either." She growled, "She needs them to want her, but know she belongs to Lord Sai. Tempted, but unavailable."

The woman nodded quietly.

Toofy leaned over and purred in her ear, "Unavailable... Except to Arina. Would she like to play, later?"

The handmaiden blushed, "This is improper, m'lady."

She pecked the woman's neck quickly, and then stretched her shoulders, "Toofy has given them a head start. Um... Arina? How does Toofy win the hunt? First kill? Biggest kill? Most kills? She... Doesn't know."

"The hounds do most of the hunting, mistress." Arina said quietly, "Usually her ladyship would simply end the creature. The kitchen's chef is the one who would decide the winner, in the best meat for serving tonight's meal."

"Ah." Toofy's eyes lit up, "Tender. The kill must be a surprise. Did the Arina know that her lady has magic?"

"I... Had heard, mistress. Neko magic, yes?" The woman said nervously, "I am afraid that despite serving Lord Sai, I know very little of magic."

Toofy cocked her head, "Sai has magic? She suspected... But he has not shown her. She will interrogate Arina on this. Learn everything."

"A-as you wish, mistress."

The cat rolled her shoulders, "But... Mostly, Toofy wanted to warn Arina. Do not be afraid. She is going to use magic."

Her handmaiden still screamed.

Toofy smirked as she stood in front of the woman, completely unseen. She bent her bell up and slipped it just inside her mouth so that no one would hear her.

Then, unable to leave before she gave just a little tease, she walked behind the handmaiden and flipped her skirt up.

The neko barely buried her laughter as Arina screamed again, hands shoving her skirt down, trying to protect her purity.

A purity the cat had stolen, and was planning to steal again, this evening. She planned to make use of it until two things happened. Firstly, that Arina was completely smitten, and willing to sacrifice herself when it became necessary.

Secondly... Toofy would enjoy introducing the idea of the handmaiden joining them to Sai. That one would take some considerable time. She would have to train him what parts of a woman are delicate, before that.

Her tail still fucking hurt.

It waved happily behind her, as she considered the forest. She had given them enough time, now.

Her muscular legs flexed, and she lowered down onto all fours. Claws briefly touching the dirt, and then she was off. A long loping stride as she shot along the pathway.

She scrambled up one of the trees, kind of wishing she'd left her boots behind with Arina as she did.

Then she sprang from branch from branch, enjoying the wind on her raw privates. The cooling wind. She really had managed to give herself a burn. She'd been angry at her master, at his ineptness.

Sai had been Toofy's first. She only had the theory that the temple had taught her, but she was a goddess of sex compared to his incompetence.

In her frustration, she had not considered the proper lubrication.

"Is she just a whore?"

Her ears flicked, and she saw that she'd caught up with the hunters. Or at least, the more dangerous creatures. The women, gossiping. She could afford to follow them.

Efina scoffed, "Domina. The cat is not a whore. She is one of my girls. She is trained from birth to use sex as a weapon. If it has upset you, then she has achieved her goal. You should be honoured that she has identified you as a threat. It means you have a chance to capture the attentions of Lord Sai."

Her teeth clenched tightly against her bell, as she tried not to growl. They were talking about her.

Gossipy little bitches.

Well... Of course, that had been the point. The priestess wasn't wrong. Toofy was just angry at... All of them.

It had taken her a while to piece it together.

These people that Sai had invited to teach her the ways of politics and the world, guide her through his world and society towards her dreams of owning it all...

They weren't potential tutors.

Domina Florence had her own barony, but was determined to one day marry Sai. He might take the title if he did, making her lesser, but in doing so their estates would merge. Sai's fate after that was... Uncertain. The domina might allow him to be her plaything, or she might eliminate him. It wasn't clear.

Lady Efina was confident that Toofy still belonged to her. That she could use her to gain leverage over the household, control it. No... More than that. She was confident she already had leverage, suggesting she had already infiltrated the household another way. Arina? Isaac? Another member of staff that Toofy had yet to meet?

Lady Castelle plotted the death of her husband, unloved. Yet, she was a racist pig, who was willing to kill to achieve her goals. Inexperienced, but dangerous. The bitch had been planning on trying to frame Sai for it, even though she was leaving evidence behind her like she was a dog pissing on every tree.

The men were even worse.

Lord Vanhern had hinted that he knew the cause of the blight destroying the estate's vineyards. Attempting to blackmail Sai for a solution. It was probable he had been trying to get something of Sai's for some time, and that was the unspoken price. Half the estate, if she had to guess.

Yu was hard to read, because he was mostly just a drunk. However, Toofy knew him already. He was a senior member of the temple, and what he wanted most was to drink himself to death. He would be stupid enough to cause the blight, wither the vines, for a chance at owning them. Even if it didn't make sense.

Elatham acted coldly, pretending to be the emperor's faithful magical expert, when it was clear his social standing was falling. He had to sink his claws into Sai, or drown on his own. He needed Sai more than the lord needed the elf.

Westcolm was obsessed with anything exotic. His tastes were gross and violent. Sai had blackmailed the man into appearing. Keeping an enemy close at hand, to watch the knife before it was put into his back.

Lord Castelle was the true threat.

He had made it clear as fucking day that he thought of the House of Sai as his own property. That it was nothing but a matter of time before the estate would be his.

They were not tutors for Toofy.

They were prey.

"May I ask an improper question of you, Lady Efina?" Lady Castelle asked nervously.

"Of course, Elizabeth." The priestess gave the untitled name, expressing a familiarity. "We are all friends, here. The men are gone."

"Did you train that cat to... Pleasure... Women?"

Efina chuckled, "I thought I saw the spark, there. She's got her claws in you, doesn't she? I doubt Lord Sai is one for sharing, I'm afraid. It would have to be a clandestine affair. Perhaps during prayers at the temple?"

"So... You did?"

The priestess smiled, "My girls know more about pleasures for all things, than any other. Male, female, indeterminate or sexless. They know the erogenous zones of a demon's horns, as well as the clitoris that all women are blessed with. Sex is a weapon. The target is not just the man, but often the woman standing behind them."

"I cannot disagree that the woman is often the greater threat." The domina said in amusement. "But what of your whore cat, priestess? Lord Sai seeks to enter her into society. Is it even possible? She had... His seed... Upon her."

Efina sighed, "I honestly don't know. I do have this to say, however, on the matter. I have hurt that cat often. Now, she is a woman of influence. Little, but influence. I will have nightmares of my death until one of us is gone. She is not an enemy I should have made."

Toofy grinned happily at that. She agreed, and it was so very exciting to see that the prey did, as well.

With that happy fact in her head, the neko left the path, following her nose towards another kind of prey.

If the chef wanted the best meat, then he wanted something that didn't die blind and screaming in pain. It had to be silently ambushed. Die peacefully.

She settled onto a tree branch, tail balancing her, as she crouched on it. Watching and waiting for the creatures to inevitably pass her by, disturbed by the riders and their loud and noisy hunt.

There was, of course, still the question of who had poisoned Toofy's food.

She knew that Sai had executed half the kitchen staff for it. Losing control in his anger and lashing out, desperate to protect her. Making an example, because he didn't know who to blame.

Toofy had a suspect now.

Westcolm.

He had bribed the staff, not because he had intended to hurt Toofy, but because he just wanted to see what would happen to the neko. Experimenting on her, because she was exotic, and didn't know how she'd react.

He had done it just to fulfil his craving to know everything about every exotic.