Ok, part of this was spawned by the halloween fun we had in RWZ, and part of it came from bits and pieces floating around in the back of my head for Kicks
background. Enjoy and feel free to treat it like the catgirls treat Kick: Claws or Cuddles
Riot Force Reports:
Purrfect Kick
Lessons Learned
Part of me knew that coming to the Isles was a bad idea. But I never did listen to that little voice, especially when there was a hot piece of tail rubbing up
against me.
This is, by far, the worst situation I've ever voluntarily walked into. Handcuffed to the bed, in an Aeon apartment complex, in the Rogue Isles.
Oh it was lots of fun last night, and this morning. Jade knew a surprising number of tricks to keep thing interesting. The final trick had been handcuffing me
to the bed and 'forgetting' to free me before leaving to 'take care of a few things'. That had been over two hours ago, and I was now sick of
waiting. I'd napped to pass the time, mainly because we didn't get any sleep last night. But now it was looking like Jade wasn't going to be back
any time soon, and I wasn't about to spend all day stuck to the bed.
Apparently Jade hadn't cuffed many catboys to her bed. She had made sure to make the cuffs snug around my wrists, but neglected my feet. Granted, picking
the locks on handcuffs with my toe-claws was neither fast nor comfortable, but it is a talent well worth having at times like that. After eight minutes of
contorted muttering I got one hand free. The other hand was quick to follow.
Ok, so now I was free of the bed. But I was still in an Aeon apartment complex, in The Cap, and I had no clue how to get home. I didn't know what Jade did
to her teleport widget that allowed me to tag along last night, but I'd bet catnip to carp that I couldn't repeat the trick without raising a few
alarms. I wasn't even certain if the medicom network reached this far, or if I would end up in some Arachnos prison instead. Which meant that attempting to
sneak out of here wasn't a workable plan.
I could sneak into and out of most of the catgirl boarding facilities in Paragon. But sneaking out of the Rogue Isles? Even I'm not dumb enough to think
that would work. Besides I wasn't like I was going to swim my way to the mainland.
I'm pretty sure that Jade was expecting me to still be around whenever she came back. I could live with disappointing her. I couldn't live with another
run-in with a mad scientist. And Aeon definitely qualified.
This had been a good day so far, I didn't need to ruin it by getting caught by one more labcoat with an idea about the whole unequal gender situation. The
last one had ranted on and on about 'disproportionate external sociological population pressures' and 'controlled testing for litter gender
bias'. I don't know what any of that means, but it sounded like 'I'm going to rant and not pay attention while you pick the locks on your
restraints'. Seeing the three catgirls he had locked me up with maul him was almost as satisfying as his expression when he heard the door on the cage go
-click-.
I may not have understood the big words he was using, but getting stripped naked and shoved in a cage with nothing but females and a bed doesn't leave many
options. The expression on my fellow captives faces had killed any doubts about misunderstanding the situation. Letting the ladies have first crack at our
captor seemed like the smart move. Getting between a girl and her prey only leads to pain and frustration.
But that had been a while ago, back when I didn't think that falling asleep on a sunny warehouse roof was a bad idea. Now I know that tempting sunbeams are
not to be trusted, unless you have someone to keep watch.
I shook the memories from my head and sauntered around the apartment. Glancing around at the various furnishing while searching for my pants. It wasn't
that hard to figure out where they might be. I just followed the trail of discarded clothing and askew furniture in an otherwise creepily ordered apartment. My
hunt was derailed for a few minutes when I caught sight of the display case. An elegantly written banner saying "Education through Discipline" hung
above a wide collection of gear that I normally expected to find under someones bed. Well, it certainly explained her skill with the handcuffs. Part of me
wondered what exactly she taught at her school. My more experienced side vowed to never ask. At least not at the apartment, where I wouldn't be able to
help myself from looking in the case's direction. She might be tempted to open it for a demonstration.
I tore my gaze away from the case and followed the path of dishevelment. My curiosity was itching to snoop around and see what I could dig up, but the vast
majority of the apartment was so clean and tidy I was sure she would be able to tell if I went looking. Showing such a lack of respect for her privacy would
hurt my future chances. And once I thought about it like that I was able to stick to the path, in the end my libido normally wins all internal conflicts. It
was something I'd long since learned to accept about myself.
I finally found my pants tossed in a corner, next to one of Jade's socks. I don't remember throwing them there, but I had been more interested in
helping Jade take them off than caring where they ended up last night. I pulled on my pants and ruffled through the pockets until I found the variety of
communication devices that had been given to me during my time in Paragon. My cell phone and Riot communicator got no coverage, not that I had a clue who to
call if either of them did. The police radio got nothing but static, and pushing the 'emergency alert' button was probably a bad idea. Anyone it would
summon here would not be interested in helping me. I could probably open an Ouroboros portal, but I didn't know how common an occurrence that was for here.
Even if I wasn't around to see what kind of response it got, any sort of official investigation at Jade's apartment would probably hurt my chances at
another date.
It looked like sneaking out of the apartment to some public, but secluded, place to open an Ouro portal was my best bet. I didn't like my odds, I'd
have to get out of the apartment complex at least. And hopefully a few blocks away before I could get out of here. Yeah, a few blocks in Cap Au Diable, this
rated up there with other great ideas like 'Hit on Mynx while drunk' or 'Enter St. Baptiste's through front door'. I was digging though my
assorted kibble for lockpicks when I ran across something I had picked up a when I first got to Paragon, and had since forgotten about: A Pocket D teleporter.
I tended to avoid the place. The catgirls where not always cats, or girls. And Ifrit had warned me about 'fixing me' if she had to deal with anything I
picked up while playing there. Besides, the music was always too loud, and finding a quiet corner was impossible.
Right now I didn't care if they were hosting a warwolf rave, it would be safer than trying to sneak out of here. I activated the D-porter and had three
seconds of sinking dread before it started to hum. One stomach lurching dislocation later and I was on safe ground. Loud, smelly, and erratically light ground.
But safe. I flattened my ears and headed to Kings Row as quickly as possible, trying to get my walk of shame over with as quickly as possible. The last thing I
needed was one of the 'catgirls' here to get a whiff of me.
I needed to get some sleep and spend some time thinking about how to avoid waking up in the Isles again, without giving up the fun that was last night. Maybe
there were a few buildings in the war zone that weren't blown up or occupied by angry people with guns.
-Terry
-----
"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy
background. Enjoy and feel free to treat it like the catgirls treat Kick: Claws or Cuddles
Riot Force Reports:
Purrfect Kick
Lessons Learned
Part of me knew that coming to the Isles was a bad idea. But I never did listen to that little voice, especially when there was a hot piece of tail rubbing up
against me.
This is, by far, the worst situation I've ever voluntarily walked into. Handcuffed to the bed, in an Aeon apartment complex, in the Rogue Isles.
Oh it was lots of fun last night, and this morning. Jade knew a surprising number of tricks to keep thing interesting. The final trick had been handcuffing me
to the bed and 'forgetting' to free me before leaving to 'take care of a few things'. That had been over two hours ago, and I was now sick of
waiting. I'd napped to pass the time, mainly because we didn't get any sleep last night. But now it was looking like Jade wasn't going to be back
any time soon, and I wasn't about to spend all day stuck to the bed.
Apparently Jade hadn't cuffed many catboys to her bed. She had made sure to make the cuffs snug around my wrists, but neglected my feet. Granted, picking
the locks on handcuffs with my toe-claws was neither fast nor comfortable, but it is a talent well worth having at times like that. After eight minutes of
contorted muttering I got one hand free. The other hand was quick to follow.
Ok, so now I was free of the bed. But I was still in an Aeon apartment complex, in The Cap, and I had no clue how to get home. I didn't know what Jade did
to her teleport widget that allowed me to tag along last night, but I'd bet catnip to carp that I couldn't repeat the trick without raising a few
alarms. I wasn't even certain if the medicom network reached this far, or if I would end up in some Arachnos prison instead. Which meant that attempting to
sneak out of here wasn't a workable plan.
I could sneak into and out of most of the catgirl boarding facilities in Paragon. But sneaking out of the Rogue Isles? Even I'm not dumb enough to think
that would work. Besides I wasn't like I was going to swim my way to the mainland.
I'm pretty sure that Jade was expecting me to still be around whenever she came back. I could live with disappointing her. I couldn't live with another
run-in with a mad scientist. And Aeon definitely qualified.
This had been a good day so far, I didn't need to ruin it by getting caught by one more labcoat with an idea about the whole unequal gender situation. The
last one had ranted on and on about 'disproportionate external sociological population pressures' and 'controlled testing for litter gender
bias'. I don't know what any of that means, but it sounded like 'I'm going to rant and not pay attention while you pick the locks on your
restraints'. Seeing the three catgirls he had locked me up with maul him was almost as satisfying as his expression when he heard the door on the cage go
-click-.
I may not have understood the big words he was using, but getting stripped naked and shoved in a cage with nothing but females and a bed doesn't leave many
options. The expression on my fellow captives faces had killed any doubts about misunderstanding the situation. Letting the ladies have first crack at our
captor seemed like the smart move. Getting between a girl and her prey only leads to pain and frustration.
But that had been a while ago, back when I didn't think that falling asleep on a sunny warehouse roof was a bad idea. Now I know that tempting sunbeams are
not to be trusted, unless you have someone to keep watch.
I shook the memories from my head and sauntered around the apartment. Glancing around at the various furnishing while searching for my pants. It wasn't
that hard to figure out where they might be. I just followed the trail of discarded clothing and askew furniture in an otherwise creepily ordered apartment. My
hunt was derailed for a few minutes when I caught sight of the display case. An elegantly written banner saying "Education through Discipline" hung
above a wide collection of gear that I normally expected to find under someones bed. Well, it certainly explained her skill with the handcuffs. Part of me
wondered what exactly she taught at her school. My more experienced side vowed to never ask. At least not at the apartment, where I wouldn't be able to
help myself from looking in the case's direction. She might be tempted to open it for a demonstration.
I tore my gaze away from the case and followed the path of dishevelment. My curiosity was itching to snoop around and see what I could dig up, but the vast
majority of the apartment was so clean and tidy I was sure she would be able to tell if I went looking. Showing such a lack of respect for her privacy would
hurt my future chances. And once I thought about it like that I was able to stick to the path, in the end my libido normally wins all internal conflicts. It
was something I'd long since learned to accept about myself.
I finally found my pants tossed in a corner, next to one of Jade's socks. I don't remember throwing them there, but I had been more interested in
helping Jade take them off than caring where they ended up last night. I pulled on my pants and ruffled through the pockets until I found the variety of
communication devices that had been given to me during my time in Paragon. My cell phone and Riot communicator got no coverage, not that I had a clue who to
call if either of them did. The police radio got nothing but static, and pushing the 'emergency alert' button was probably a bad idea. Anyone it would
summon here would not be interested in helping me. I could probably open an Ouroboros portal, but I didn't know how common an occurrence that was for here.
Even if I wasn't around to see what kind of response it got, any sort of official investigation at Jade's apartment would probably hurt my chances at
another date.
It looked like sneaking out of the apartment to some public, but secluded, place to open an Ouro portal was my best bet. I didn't like my odds, I'd
have to get out of the apartment complex at least. And hopefully a few blocks away before I could get out of here. Yeah, a few blocks in Cap Au Diable, this
rated up there with other great ideas like 'Hit on Mynx while drunk' or 'Enter St. Baptiste's through front door'. I was digging though my
assorted kibble for lockpicks when I ran across something I had picked up a when I first got to Paragon, and had since forgotten about: A Pocket D teleporter.
I tended to avoid the place. The catgirls where not always cats, or girls. And Ifrit had warned me about 'fixing me' if she had to deal with anything I
picked up while playing there. Besides, the music was always too loud, and finding a quiet corner was impossible.
Right now I didn't care if they were hosting a warwolf rave, it would be safer than trying to sneak out of here. I activated the D-porter and had three
seconds of sinking dread before it started to hum. One stomach lurching dislocation later and I was on safe ground. Loud, smelly, and erratically light ground.
But safe. I flattened my ears and headed to Kings Row as quickly as possible, trying to get my walk of shame over with as quickly as possible. The last thing I
needed was one of the 'catgirls' here to get a whiff of me.
I needed to get some sleep and spend some time thinking about how to avoid waking up in the Isles again, without giving up the fun that was last night. Maybe
there were a few buildings in the war zone that weren't blown up or occupied by angry people with guns.
-Terry
-----
"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy
