Hey you, welcome to my domain. My name is Rogue, and this is where I keep my stash. Feel free to take a look, and I appreciate every kind of trace you might leave after yourself!~ This is mainly a writing blog for my ramblings and short (or not so short) stories and fanfictions. I'm a big weeb and a simp for the biggest jerks, lol. I'm also a fan of big scary monsters, so buckle up, it will be a wild ride. I mainly write reader inserted fanfics and headcanons. If you have any kind of suggestions or ideas, feel free to send an ask, don't be shy, let's talk <3
This is a sideblog for Princess Fuckrosa, which is currently on break.
CURRENTLY OPEN FOR REQUESTS.
This blog may contain smut and dark contents. I use trigger warnings and only put out sensitive content under a cut to keep it clean!
Pairing: Shadow Monster x fem!Reader
The shadow monster in your house stalks you for a while now, it knows everything about you - your hunger for intimacy included.
Warnings: A bit of dubcon at the beginning, but nothing too bad. I mean, he is freaky, but he is a shadow apparatus, right?
Wordcount: 1,427
This thing was the prequel
It might be a stretch, to... Come untouched, when he is, well, clearly touching you in SOME WAY, but oh well, it was fun anyway.
It wasn't so bad living with the shadow creature, after all.
It did help you to find the remote control that night.
And that happened a few times again and again. You were trying to find something, and it miraculously just popped up from somewhere. You slowly started to suspect that it put your things away sometimes deliberately, just to please you with its helpfulness once you started searching for your mug, your keys, or your phone, anything really that you used somewhat frequently. Its presence started to annoy you less and less, sometimes even finding some comfort in the fact that you weren't alone.
It really did help cope with that, because in truth, you were very lonely in the last few months. You worked so much that your meetings with your friends were reduced to almost nothing, except for the two nights of sleepover when your friend hung around with you at the beginning of the shadow appearing.
And dating? No chance for that, either.
Sometimes it didn't bother you; you enjoyed the solitude, but on other nights, you felt dreadfully lonely, crying in your bed like a child, thinking about how the bed felt uncomfortably cold and empty. How isolated you felt in your little, dark apartment, on your own.
Or, almost on your own. Because lately, whether you noticed or not, you were never truly alone.
You were spread out on your bed, trying to feel something nice, for once. Hair messy, fingers in your pyjama pants, curling softly around the sensitive bead of nerves between your legs. Truth to be told, it wasn't as good as it could be with someone else, but right now, it was the only way to release some tension. The only way to not feel lonely and pathetic.
At first, you didn't notice it, swirling in the dark, his movements uncomfortable as it watched you, slowly shifting closer, sliding from the corner, to the shadow of your bed. It ducked under it, appearing on the other side of the bed where you faced as you were lying on your bed.
A shadow, a silhouette of a head, peeked at you, and you only noticed it when you opened your eyes just the slightest. Your breath hitched, your hands flinching away from your core, but you didn't turn away or flee; you were just staring into the shadow, and surprisingly, it felt like it was staring right back at you.
"Can you please stop looking at me while I try to... You know..."
It felt weird to ask it to stop... Well, stalking you? Observing you? It was its thing, right? And, it didn't move. Just stayed there, staring at you.
It felt awkward. Your hands slowly withdrew from your pants, and you sighed in frustration. There goes your plant to make yourself feel good.
"Thanks, you ruined it." You growled, getting up from the bed like it wasn't even there.
An irritated hour and a cold shower later, you were in your bed again, but for an entirely different reason this time. You were trying to sleep, trying to forget about the whole day, especially the night.
But someone... Something didn't want to forget it. It couldn't. It was there, from the beginning, when your breathing got heavier, it heard the shuffling sound as your hands wandered beneath your pants, slick noises when your pussy got wet, and oh, how it swirled in that twisted, dark mind ever since.
Feeling restless, he appeared again, crawling out under your bed curiously, almost prowling like a cat, searching for its favorite human.
You were, like before, completely unaware of the apparatus looming over you like a hungry animal. You were on the brink of slumber; you didn't even notice how the blanket slightly shifted.
But once you felt the touch on your inner thigh, your body jolted, your eyes opening wide as you stared at the dark shadow of a person next to your bed. You never see it from so close. Yet, you still didn't see anything. It didn't look like anyone, just a shadow, a mere silhouette of a... A man? Maybe a man, but you weren't sure.
The only thing you were sure of was the familiar pool of heat in your belly as the strange, slight warmth of the touch lingered on your skin. His... This was the first time you thought of him as something more than just a genderless, shapeless shadow.
You stared into the darkest of darkness for a few moments, trying to decide if it's a strange kind of sleep paralysis or some fucked up nightmare.
But then it happened again. You felt the touch, although he didn't move at all; he was just standing there, looking at you. But somehow, you felt the softest touch of fingers on your skin. Beneath the layer of your pants.
Your breathing got heavier again, and for him, it was the clearest indicator. He was doing something right to earn that soft, quiet noise from you.
This wasn't a paralysis. You could move, you knew you could move.
Yet you didn't.
Shock? Fear? Curiosity? ...lust?
You weren't sure, but you didn't move, not when you felt another touch, ghostly fingers tracing your cheek. You didn't feel anything like that in a long, long time.
South, his fingers raked your thigh again, but this time they moved upwards, slowly reaching the hem of your panties.
Maybe you were slowly going insane in your solitude, but without much thinking, you spread your legs a little wider. Like he would need space to move closer. You didn't have time to feel dumb about it, not now, when three fingers pressed down on fabric above your core, an impossibly soft as he moved up to your clit.
You couldn't help but mewl, fingers gripping on your blanket, licking your lips. Maybe it was a dream after all. There was no other sensible explanation of how this could happen to you. But it did, and you decided to go with it.
And he took pride in the fact that you did. The faint touch on your cheek remained, like he was trying to reassure you, knowing very well how confusing the situation was for you. But he had plans to make you forget those worries.
He could slip under your panties, but he didn't, teasing your neglected little clit. It was the first time anyone touched it, other than you, in a long, long time. And it felt incredible. Your body jolted, little bolts of electricity jumped through your veins, and the hot pool in your belly heated up again. Phantoms of fingers pressed down on your clit again, testing how that would make you feel, and as he heard your desperately little noises, he knew he was doing it right.
Braver now, his fingers started to circle around the bead, the soft yet firm touch and fabric of your underwear cupping your clit as they moved made your head spin too. You could already feel your core slickening with arousal, and when you thought the sensation couldn't be any sweeter, he fastened his movement.
A mewl slipped from your lips, your legs spread wider to find a new angle. But then, he suddenly stopped.
You looked up at the shadow, standing there without a sound or the slightest of movement. He gave you the creeps, to be honest, but somehow, in a twisted way, it only just fueled your desire, fogging up your sanity with a thick haze of desire.
Just when you started to get confused, you felt it.
The ghostly fingers touched your clit again, but under your drenched panties this time. It was insane, how the fabric didn't move at all, yet you felt his digits, or well, something that felt like digits, circling your clit relentlessly, even faster now.
You closed your eyes, completely lost in lust now, your whole body felt on fire, and you could feel your peak closing on you. You couldn't even keep your sounds to yourself now; the soft mewls and huffed sighs turned into louder moans.
You came, suddenly, hard, your mind spinning as the white waves of pleasure washed over your body. Your clit was throbbing, panties pathetically wet.
Once your mind stopped spinning, you slowly opened your eyes, and you froze.
He wasn't there.
You slowly sat up, hazy eyes trying to search the room for any sign of him.
Pairing: Orc x fem!Reader
You knew he liked control, you just didn't think he was into it this much.
Warnings: None, the title says everything, it's pretty tame.
Wordcount: 721
It was cruel, what he was doing to you, really.
He was sitting in his chair in your shared tent, his legs spreading lazily, giving a nice view of those muscular thighs, muscles tensing slightly under his olive skin. And, you could clearly see the prominent bulge under his loincloth. There was that shit-eating, satisfied smirk on his face, lips curling by his tusks as his wild, yellow eyes devour you. He was leaning on his elbow, chin resting on his fist, watching you like you were putting on a show only for his entertainment.
Truth to be told, you were. Lying on the bed, completely bare, your curves and every crevice of your body on display for him, mewling with every little movement your fingers made on your clit, juices slowly dripping down to the furs under you already. You were there, legs spread out, for only the gods know how long now. For you, it felt like eternity, for him, it felt like the beginning of a long, joyful night.
"Slower." His voice was low, lower than ever before; it was rumbling in his chest so much that you almost didn't understand what he just said. But you did, and you let out a frustrated huff. Your tiny little human hands didn't even compare to his thick digits, but right now, they meant the only satisfaction. Your clit was throbbing, he knew it, yet he didn't let you have it. Not yet.
"Press it down harder." And you did, a breathy moan spilling from your swollen lips, and it earned a smirk out of him.
"Good lass, you can go faster now." He said, and without a second of hesitation, you obeyed, biting down on your lower lip as you looked up at him gratefully, your fingers already dancing with a faster pace now.
His bulge was clear under the loincloth, and you couldn't snap your eyes off it now, mouth almost watering from the silhouette alone. Oh, how you wanted it inside of you. Or, as you looked up at him again for a second, those lips that curled around his tusk so much, you know how good he could make you feel with those and his tongue alone, or with his fingers, or…
In the back of your mind, you knew you shouldn't have, but without much thinking, your fingers picked up the pace once again, the sweet pooling desire in your tummy rising, and you could feel your head getting light again. But he didn't scold you or stop you yet, did he? Maybe he was getting impatient, too. Maybe his heart softened. Maybe…
Fuck, you were close, and this time, he didn't seem to stop you. Your lips curled up into a little smile, thinking that it might be it, this was your chance to release all that pent-up lust and frustration finally…
Feeling your peak slowly washing over you, you spread your legs further, breathy, needy moans fell from your lips. Your whole body flinched, and your muscles stayed tense as your fingers just hit the right angle with the perfect rhythm.
"Stop."
His voice came as a cold shower, and you almost didn't stop. But you did, because his steel-cold eyes bore into yours with such intensity, you forgot to breathe for a moment. Even with your lust-fogged vision, you knew that look too well.
Authority.
Your fingers flinched as you stopped, and you squirmed on the bed, uncomfortable, whimpering and huffing, unashamed. A small teardrop rolled down from your watery eyes, so frustrated that he managed to fool you, again.
He slowly rose to his feet with a dark chuckle, sauntering over to the bed like a king who had just conquered seven lands in one swing of his sword. He loomed over you, kneeling next to you on the bed, and before you could hope for something more than just your fingers playing with your now overly sensitive bead of nerves, a big hand curled around your neck. Not enough to cause pain, but just enough to feel the pressure of his fingers.
"Now, start over. Show me how eager you are to please me." He said, too soft for how cruel he was. "And if you do just as I say, maybe I'll give you something to drool around soon."
Hi everyone! I've decided to participate in Kinktober this year, so here is my masterlist, and also my plans for the whole thing. I hope you'll enjoy it, I'm really excited about it, since it's my first try on Kinktober!
I started planning the prompts and the overall content in the last few days of August, and started writing in early September, because I wanted to make sure to have at least a plan for every day, or even an outlined, roughly written story. This way, I still write most of the posts on the given day, perfecting and editing them.
Despite that, I had a lot going on in September, and I also realized that I'm not satisfied with the plans for each day. So I decided to mix it up with a few of my own when I didn't have a prompt for the day that just *clicked* perfectly. Still, I might merge a day or two together if I run out of time.
All of these stories will vary in length, depending on the prompts and how much time I have. I tried my best not to use the free choice options too often and cover as many from the given prompts as I can, but every time I see these challenges, I realize that I might be more vanilla than I think, haha. (which is totally fine, I'm still considering myself a Certified Freak™.)
Anyway, here is my list of what you can expect! I added a little summary where I could in advance, but I will update it often throughout the month!
D A Y O N E .
(Masturbation, Orgasm Control)
ORC. You knew he liked control, you just didn't think he was into it this much.
DAY T W O
(Coming Untouched)
SHADOW MONSTER. The shadow monster in your house stalks you for a while now, it knows everything about you - your hunger for intimacy included.
Sneak peek for tomorrow...
Chosen prompt: THREESOME, ALIEN ABDUCTION
Pairing: Bad Blood Yautja Duo x Reader
Your night was mediocre, until two fully pumped Bad Blood yautja decided to make it more interesting.
I also plan to write for: trueform!Sukuna, Toji (Jujutsu Kaisen), Venom (Marvel), Abby (KPop Demon Hunters), various monsters (Werewolf, Valravn, Lizardman, Minotaur, Vampire, Catfolk and the list goes on)
You see me, don’t you? At last. Don’t be afraid. I’ve been here all along.
Pairing: Shadow Monster x Reader
Warnings: Fem!Reader, Male!Shadow Monster, Horror turning into fluff, paranormal stuff I guess?
Wordcount: 1227
Note from Rogue: That was a wild ride because I never really fantasized about shadow persons; if anything, I was DREADED by the thought, but as soon as I saw the prompt, I was inspired. Did this solve the problem of my own fear of the dark...? I sure hope so, lol.
First part, the second part will be uploaded in October, day 2 for Kinktober 2025!
It was the thing under your bed, in your closet, the strange shadow that you always just saw from the corner of your eye, the thing that stared back when you gazed into the darkness of your room.
It was so hard to catch a good sleep lately, ever since this... Something appeared in your life. Especially because you weren't even sure if you were going slowly insane, or if it was really there, watching.
The first time you saw it, you froze, then ran out of your apartment like a maniac, in the middle of the night. You ended up sleeping at your friend's house because you were too scared to go back inside. They offered to sleep at your place the following night. You accepted it eagerly, and they ended up staying the next night too, but nothing happened. Not a shadow, not a flicker of that strange shape in the mirror when you went to the bathroom, not a strange movement from the curtains as you two were watching a movie.
It was almost reassuring. Maybe you were just having a nightmare, or those nasty paralyses you read about, maybe that's what just happened, and your mind made up things, trying to find a way to explain everything.
But as soon as you were alone again and the sun ducked under the horizon, oh, it was there again as if it was just waiting for you two to be alone again.
It was exhausting. Your friend started to think that there was something wrong with you, and you felt hurt, even a little ashamed about it. They told you that it's just your imagination; they didn't see anything while sleeping at your place. They even told you to tell it to go away the next time you see it, or to just ignore it completely.
And you tried to take their advice.
Ignoring it? It was almost impossible, especially since it seemed to try to get your attention the more you tried to pay no attention to it. You tried anyway, hoping that your thoughts would calm eventually, and your imagination would get tired. It worked out, if not well, but enough that you could get on with your life for a few days. You couldn't sleep very well for the first few nights, fearing it might still be stalking around somewhere, but around the third or fourth evening, you finally started to calm down. You saw the curtains flicker, but as soon as you turned your head, they didn't appear at the other end of your room. Almost like your psyche started to accept that it wasn't even there.
Until you felt a touch on your shoulder. It made you bolt into your room with a scream, running like it was chasing you. You weren't sure, and you sure as hell didn't care anyway.
The thing is? It didn't bother you that night again. You were too scared to sleep, of course, but it also meant that you were able to realize that he didn't appear again that night.
So you tried your friend's other advice: you told him to stop, to go away, the moment he appeared.
Surprisingly, it did stop, sometimes even disappeared completely. It happened four or five times, and it reacted every time.
But as much as the thought of this sudden control gave calmness to your mind, it was just as disturbing, because it made it clear: it was either your sanity slowly fading away, or the thing was really there with you.
Maybe both.
One day, after doing some research on the internet about seeing things, you decided to sit down in the comforting daylight of your living room, trying to make sense of the situation. The first thing you noted was that it never hurt you. Did it almost scare you to death every time? Oh, it did. But did it ever touch you, aside from the faint poke on your shoulder? Never. Did it throw things at you like in those weird "ghost caught on tape" videos? No, it never hovered anything, or threw a knife in your direction, and it didn't knock down your precious mug to the ground like a bored cat. Sure, sometimes it made the curtain move, but it was more like a breeze passing by. It was just... There. The feeling of something staring at you was far from comforting, but at least... It wasn't doing any physical damage, right?
You weren't so scared of it anymore. Your fear slowly started to shift into annoyance over the next few nights. It was there again as you passed through the living room, behind your couch. You grunted and told it to go away, and it seemed to slowly shrink back into the darkness. Once you saw it shifting in the mirror, it was almost like hiding behind the shower curtains while you were washing your teeth. You rolled your eyes and told it to quit, and it did. You started not to fear, but to acknowledge his presence, even if it was like having a very annoying, invasive roommate.
You never spoke about it with your friend; they seemed to be relieved that your hallucinations went away. You were grinding hard at your job for months, and you were probably just so tired that you started seeing things.
In truth, the more you accepted the fact that you were sharing your place with a shadow, it appeared more frequently, and you got used to it so much that sometimes you didn't even tell it off for being there.
You even started to talk to it when you were alone, even during the day.
"Ugh, what am I going to do with this? Any suggestions...?", when you were working on a project overtime, shifting into the evening.
"I hope you didn't see that, damnit", when you accidentally broke a mug, as it slipped out of your hands while you were doing the dishes.
"Daaamn, that was brutal, did you see that?", you asked when something particularly nasty happened on the show you were watching.
The turning point was when you called out:
"Did you happen to see where I put the remote control?" you asked, more to yourself than to the shadow in truth, as you sat down on the couch to watch something in the evening.
But then you heard some noise. It always moved without making sounds, never knocked or poked at anything, but this time, it was different. You flinched a little, searching the room for movement, but as you did, you spotted the controls. On the shelf of the cabinet in the corner. And next to it, you saw the figure, almost like pointing at it, before slowly shrinking into the darkness as it often did lately.
You got up, unsure at first, slowly making your way to the cabinet, watching the shadows in the corner, but they didn't move, as if it was not there anymore. Your gaze lingered there for a few moments, unsure about his presence now, but your lips slowly turned into a soft, faint smile as you reached for the remote.
"Thank you."
You turned your back, sauntering back to the couch. And as you did, you missed how the shadows stirred. It was pleased, proud even, to earn a smile from you.
I loved your werewolf piece! Can I ask for some more? Still feral, but more fluffy? (Smut or not at the end, your choice!)
First request, yaaay!
Hi anon, I'm glad you liked it! Thank you for your request.
Here's some general, domestic fluff and a little bit of smut for you, featuring the werewolf daddy. Feral forest puppy vibes, enjoy!
General werewolf mate headcanons
Fluff, smut under the cut
Best partner if you are an outdoorsy person
He can go for long hikes daily, happy to carry your backpack, or even you, if you get tired
If you're more like the indoorsy, cosy kind of person, that's completely okay for him
It warms his heart that no matter where or when he goes out ot hunt
You're there, waiting for him, the feeling of a warm, inviting home with his little mate
He will come home with treats, trinkets or other little gifts
He is possessive, not really overbearing, but definitely a little bit too fixated on you
If he can't smell himself from you, preferably from a great distance, then a cuddle session is in order
You just showered? I'm sorry, dear, but you and your clothes will get a bit hairy and musky again
Oh, speaking of hair...
It's everywhere. Not too bad, not covering the whole surface of your clothes or furniture, but there's at least one single hair everywhere
You can brush him if you would like to. At first, he would be kind of annoyed and confused, but he would let you anyway
Very soon, it becomes kind of a bonding time for him
Letting him inside your house meant a bit of... adjusting, from both sides, especially if you've never lived with a dog before all of this
COVER THE COUCH. PLEASE.
You can get really nice ones, trust me, and you will need them; you can thank me later
Aside from the fur, he wasn't the cleanest sometimes. Living outside for most of his life, it wasn't a top priority for him to keep himself pristine
Is it raining outside? He struts in, drenched, and before you can say anything, you can bet he instinctively shakes himself at first, splashing water on everything - including you.
Would be startled at first if you tried to blow-dry him, snarling at the machine, but the comforting heat would quickly melt away his trust issues. drying him with towels would just make him do zoomies anyway
You might have to explain to him the whole concept of NOT marking the house and the perimeter with his claws
Whatever you do, just do not try to trim his nails
He needs them to hunt, to hold onto prey - and mainly, you
Speaking of which, you may or may not be covered in small cuts and bruises
He doesn't mean to harm you, but good lord, he turns into a puppy sometimes
A rather clumsy, energetic puppy
...or the Big Bad Wolf™ himself, when he gets you all to himself during a steamy makeout
His kisses are different - sloppy, wild, with the ferocity of an untamed lightning, be ready to have saliva everywhere
He can manhandle you, no matter your size; he will put you in positions like you were just a ragdoll
He will make you take him anywhere and everywhere the moment catches you two
Bed, couch, kitchen counter, on the ground, bathtub, the stairs up to the porch...
But out in the open, in the woods, would be his favorite, hands down
Doggy and mating press, all the way
Loves giving head to you more than receiving it
If you go for a blowjob, be prepared to get your faced fuck, his impulse control is already below average
But with those pretty lips wrapped around his hard cock?
Within a minute, he will start pounding your throat, panting heavily, claws tangling with your hair
He is very touchy, he will grab you, grope you, claws digging in
But he is very aware of how your body is just delicate compared to his
He will only break skin if you're into it
Okay, he might have done it without your consent too at first, but if you're not into that, just tell him, he will do his best not to claw at you next time
no actual promises though
He usually chases his high constantly, finishing rather quickly, but don't worry, he can go multiple rounds, especially if he is rutting
spoiler alert, that will have its own post, mmmhahaha
Feel free to ask him to eat you out as many times as you want to; he will happily lap at your juices
He's really into post-sex cuddling, cockwarming even, he likes to hold his member in you until he can't, haha
Will lick you, his tongue trying to soothe your skin everywhere he might have groped you a little too hard
Sleeping with him is like having a very cuddly, very fluffy, weighted blanket
And no matter what is going on in your life
Cuddling, sleeping with him - it's the safest feeling in the world.
Poor thing, you were on your own, like he was, for too long. But fear not, he's here now, for you.
Warnings: Smut, Femreader, Male werewolf, Dubcon at first (well, you weren't exactly ready for it, okay?), A little gore at the beginning, Stalking, Unprotected intercourse, Light choking, Rough treatment, Canine parts, Knotting.
Wordcount: 1982
Note from Rogue: Well, uh, I guess I have a soft spot werewolves. Mind you, he is not a shifter, he is just a huge ass wolfman. Enjoy.
It was fated.
At least he was convinced it was the moon's doing, the Moon Goddess, finally giving him a mate.
You were supposed to have a nice little weekend, on your own in the woods.
Perhaps you've just had a breakup or need a retreat from everything that has happened lately. To clear your thoughts, to reconnect with yourself.
But oh, who would have thought that you were in for something else
Even on your first night there, it was strange. You were outside on the porch, sipping on a big mug of hot tea, reminiscing on your life while the chill of the night air enveloped you, and you felt it through the heavy blanket around you, too.
He was there.
You didn't know, but he was there, watching.
He was just patrolling throughout his territory, like he always did, when he picked up on your scent.
Camomile, a little bit of lemongrass, mixed with that holy, sweet scent that he had never tasted in the air before
He followed it like a bloodhound, nose high in the air, rushing through the lush foliage of the deep woods, his lanky, inhuman, wolflike form one with the shadows around him.
Finally finding the clearing, he stopped at the treeline, nostrils flaring wildly, his gaze scanning the area, yellow, hungry eyes finally focusing on you.
Oh, you were perfect.
Even mostly covered by the blanket, he knew you were soft.
You had to be, humans are always fresh, plush under his fangs, coming apart piece by piece between his claws.
But he wanted more than that now, not just to satisfy his deep hunger for flesh.
He needed you.
Longing for your presence, for your softness around him, he stood there for almost an hour, studying your calm aura.
For him, you were almost serene; the primal, ancient hunger he had in him seemed unknown to you.
Maybe you were the complete opposite of him, and that drew him more than anything in his rotten life.
It would have been so easy to lounge at you, to take you with him, to claim you right there, on the porch, having that coarse blanket under you.
But he had other plans.
And with that, he disappeared into the night again.
You woke up the next day and decided to go for a walk.
But as soon as you opened the door, you froze, shocked by the scene.
Bunnies, two of them.
But their white fur was stained with dark red patches, eyes open with terror, stiffened bodies pressed together on the wooden floor.
They were drenched in blood.
Disturbed, you called the owner of the house, telling him what you saw, but he just told you that there are a lot of coyotes out there, and they must have dropped it by accident.
(On your porch. Like that. Right. Of course.)
You convinced yourself to get a trash bag and get them out of there, somewhere far away from your little retreat.
(You wanted to go for a walk anyway, right?)
You got rid of them in the woods, hoping that the coyotes would find their leftovers there.
(You didn't buy his explanation but decided to roll with it anyway)
After a while, you almost forgot about the bunnies, and you reached a creek in the woods.
The calm, quiet sound of the flowing water reminded you why you were here, after all.
You decided to check out the little creek sight.
It seemed peaceful, hiding its beauty from the trail; the water likely carved its own little valley, creating two steep hills alongside it.
But something was off, like you weren't alone.
Like a dog sniffing curiously, but it was so quiet it almost faded into the soft sounds of the creek.
Then you heard the low growl.
You turned to the sound, seeing the creature lurking near you.
It was huge, bigger than a normal human, and its body was covered with rough, black fur.
And those eyes, fuck, those yellow eyes, piercing to your soul.
His body was different than a wolf's; it was more robust, lanky, almost humanlike...
Almost, because those fangs that he glared at you for a moment, those couldn't belong to any human.
Muscles rippling along the coarse fur as it shifted its weight slowly, turning to you with its monstrous body.
You were so shocked, not even a sound escaped your lips, you just took a step back, and that's when he pounced.
He jumped into action like the true, primal predator he was, his weight knocking you off your feet.
You were prepared to feel the claws or those fangs piercing through your body, yet you didn't feel any of that.
Finally, a scream escaped your lips, but it didn't seem to deter him; if anything, you sounded like prey, squealing under his claws.
You felt his hot, wet tongue on the crevice of your neck, and his cold nose bumping to your skin as he tasted you, careful not to let his canines graze your soft flesh.
You squirmed under him, finding his weight not entirely crushing you. He wasn't even holding you down properly.
Like he was half expecting you to lie there for him.
And as he sniffed your hair, hot air hitting your scalp and your face as he inhaled your scent with every breath...
...it felt somehow unnatural to move away.
You brushed your legs together, a strange, but not unfamiliar warmth creeping between your thighs.
Oh, and he noticed.
Your eyes went wide as a deep, low laugh rumbled in his chest.
"A willing prey, how delightful..."
His voice was so different, so gruff, it almost sounded like a growl, but you swore you could hear every syllable.
His tongue lapped on your neck again, a clawed, paw-like hand grabbing your plush thigh, almost kneading the flesh.
The sensation earned a whine from you, partly aroused, but so fucking scared.
It made him laugh again, but apart from his voice being like an old building creaking and rumbling, it wasn't as intimidating as it had been when he heard it first.
"You didn't fancy my offering, eh?"
You panted, a bit confused, before looking up into his wild, yellow eyes.
"That was... you...?", you mumbled, not sure what to make of it.
"Don't be afraid, lamb", he chuckled, spreading your legs a little further, slightly lowering more of his weight on you. "We're gonna find out what tickles your fancy the best."
His claws ripped through your clothes.
He didn't understand them anyway. Why would you hide that delicious little body with such things? Why would you hide away from his gaze?
You yelped, but he ignored.
He smelled it, your arousal, the pool gathering between your thighs.
He knew he would have this effect on you.
You, on the other hand, were utterly confused by your own reactions.
But it was too late to back down now, and honestly...
A horrifying, but curious thought is pondered in your mind.
What if you would just let him...?
And so you did.
You whimpered and squirmed as his tongue lapped against your skin, like a hungry animal tasting every inch of your torso.
It brushed against your tits, humming as he felt your plush skin under his muscled tongue, noting the way your body jolted with pleasure as he unintentionally touched your nipples.
He was kneeling between your legs now, your bare thighs slightly touching his fur on his waist.
He grabbed your legs suddenly, clawed fingers wrapped around your knees as he pushed your legs further, revealing your already glistening core to his sight.
You gripped the ground under you, fingers tightening around the mix of soil and dry leaves.
He glared his fangs, almost like a wicked smile appearing on his face, drool gleaming on his sharp canines, dripping down.
Like a hungry dog looking at its favorite treat.
"Such beauty hiding here, lamb."
It felt wrong, it was the scariest scene you ever saw, but fuck, it turned you on anyway, your clit throbbing as he devoured you only with his gaze.
Your breath already hitched as you saw him slowly leaning down, yellow eyes going wide at the sight, a glow, satisfied grumble shaking his chest as he tasted your juices.
You were fucking delicious.
"Sweeter than blood", he phrased it this way as he laughed, his tongue hitting your needy clit one more time, before he hovered over you with that monstrous body of his.
He didn't even have to pin you down now; he knew you wanted this.
As you looked down, you forgot to breathe.
You saw it: angry red, already glistening with precum, and huge.
Fuck, his cock was nothing like you ever saw before, and as it approached your core, you couldn't help but grip his arms that he had leaning next to your head.
You tried your best to relax all of your muscles, and fuck, thank god you did.
Because the stretch was inhuman, it filled you up like nothing before, and for a moment, you feared that he might rearrange your organs.
You hissed, and he growled, deeply, closing his eyes in the sensation, your soft, tight walls wrapping around him so perfectly that it almost made him lose control.
But, oh no, he couldn't break you yet, not completely at least.
Another low growl ripped out of his chest as he started to move.
You moaned, and a clawed hand snapped to your neck.
Not enough to choke you, but enough to make your eyes dart at him.
Oh, and how he loved your teary gaze, your little body under him, completely at his mercy.
His slow, almost experimental thrusts turned into feral, ruthless pounding soon, leaving you a moaning, whimpering mess.
He leaned down, breathing right next to your ear, hips jerking into you with vigor.
It was almost too much, almost too fast, almost too wild.
But it was nothing like you ever experienced, and you already felt yourself lost in the sensation, your mind full of his smell, the way his fur touched your skin, his fangs grazing against your ear.
His canine cock stretched out your pussy so good, you felt like ripping apart, but he paid attention to you.
He didn't mean to tear you to shreds.
He devoured you, in one piece.
Just as when your vision started to blur, the pleasure climbing high in your body, the movement of his hips started to get more erratic.
He was close to losing control.
His hand let go of your throat; instead, it grabbed your hair, tilting your head as he leaned against your neck.
For a moment, you got scared he might snap your neck in a swift motion, ripping your throat open.
But then he just lightly grazed your skin with his fangs, canines piercing your flesh just enough to leave a mark.
Your eyes rolled back as you came, a high-pitched moan leaving your lips.
You never had one only from fucking, he didn't even touch your clit for a while, and he ripped out of you the most fucking amazing orgasm you ever had.
He finished soon after, thrusting his whole cock in you with a guttural groan, and you felt something hot filling you.
And that something stretched you out slightly more, the sudden feeling leaving you breathless, you gripped his arms again, looking up at him with confusion despite your still lingering haze.
He laughed, panting, with a knowing look in his eyes.
"Don't you fret, we'll stay like this for now", he said before his tongue lapped again at your neck, just where he pierced your skin with his fangs.
It was different now, less frantic, more gentle, even nurturing.
"And after", his low voice rumbled in his chest, sending shivers down your spine, "I'll fill you up again."
Listen, I know it could be darker, but I felt rotten and cute at the same time; it is what it is.
Let me know if you would like part two - because I got ideas. Also, let me know if you have any other creatures you're interested in, I'm open for request.
Warnings: Kidnapping, gore (he eats anything with flesh on it, and there's a lot of leftovers, okay?), it's not that bad tho, mostly sfw
Wordcount: 913
Note form Rogue: It is soft, surprisingly soft. For now. Might write an actual story out of it, I don't know yet
He kidnapped you, to be honest.
Listen, I'm not judging. I would let it happen, too.
Smelled your scent in the wind, got conflicted once he saw you.
Felt them cute, might eat them later
But as soon as he heard you scream, he knew you won't become supper.
No, there was no way.
He felt it, he knew it, he smelled it - you were the one, his mate.
It made him feel weird. For a moment, he forgot he was a cannibalistic evil spirit.
You fell to the forest path, your phone flew away somewhere, flashlight on
He saw how freaked out you became, seeing him in the darkness of the forest, so he got on all four, hoping it would make him less scary.
It didn't work
But since he didn't pounce at you, you became freaked out and confused.
So he inched a little closer, so slowly that for a moment, enlightened by your phone, you thought that he was not a monster, just a very, very weird, gigantic puppy.
With a deer skull for a head
With sharp teeth, rotten meat stuck between the canines.
And antlers.
Okay, he was not a puppy, but he seemed as timid as scary.
He looked at you with milky, white eyes, more like marbles where his eyes should be
You could see his breath coming out from his empty, bony snout in the chilly night air.
Eventually, you let him close enough that you could touch his skull, almost gently stroking it
And that was it. That was the biggest mistake (it was terrifying at first, okay?)
Because now he isn't stalking you, he has you.
He got up quickly, with inhuman speed, and scooped you up like a lost kitten.
You thrashed, kicked him, tried your best to get away, screamed - all for nothing.
Hell, he even looked down at you, and you swore you heard him purring???
Like he was trying to get you calm down, like you were just overreacting it
He carried you home, deep into the forest.
Your heart sank, and you knew it was over when you saw a cave; the darkness of the forest itself seemed to suck inside of it, like a void
He carried you inside, and the only light you had was his eyes and the full moon shining through the cracks and holes of the rocks above you.
And the stench - fuck, that was the most awful smell that ever got in your nose.
He put you down, and you felt something soft under you.
You tried to make out what it was, and it felt like...
...fur.
Slightly wet. Fur.
You already felt nausea hitting you, and he was just sitting down not far from you, looking at you in the almost absolute darkness.
You tried to talk to it, but you weren't sure he understood
The only answers you got were just a few growls, whimpers, purrs and clicks (is this guy related to the predator or something)
It wasn't until dawn (pun intended), that you finally got somewhat used to the smell.
Don't get me wrong, it was still awful, but your brain was too tired now to really acknowledge it.
He crawled to you, on two legs, but slightly crouching, like he was doing his best not to startle you too much.
Well, he was still horrifying, but tried at least, and there was something... You couldn't even think of the word, but cute? In the way he tried to be less intimidating?
But he then presented you a half-eaten, rotten fucking deer leg.
And that's what tickled your stomach enough to make you puke on sight.
(Oh no, just not on the carpet, I mean, furs)
(Okay, you managed to crawl a little further, nice.)
He tilted his head, and an almost disappointed whine left his lungs.
(Eat it, you monster, you made the rot puppy sad >:( )
You didn't eat anything, and although the circumstances, you somehow dozed off.
You woke up and were surprised that you weren't dead.
The thing didn't eat you.
Actually, he was curled up a little further away from you, like a cat curled into a cinnamon roll
Maybe this was your chance?
You slowly got up, careful not to wake him, making your way to the entrance.
You already saw the light, the trees outside...
Sunshine finally touched your skin as you reached the entrance.
When you heard that whine again.
You turned around, and there he was
You didn't hear him approach, or getting up, he loomed behind you like a ghost
On all four, dancing on the blurry line between the sunlight of the forest and the comforting darkness of the cave
He was looking at you, whining.
Pleading.
He sometimes reached out to the light - it didn't seem to hurt him, but he seemed afraid.
It was unnatural to him, to the creature of the night.
You stood there, hearing his desperate, almost pitiful whines, claws scratching the rocky ground.
And strangely enough, you felt something tugging your heart.
You don't know what kind of curse was sitting on your shoulder.
But it felt wrong to leave.
You took a deep breath, clean air finally filling your lungs.
And you turned back.
He whimpered, like a puppy, and as you stepped back into the darkness, he circled around you like the most affectionate cat.
First of all, I really like the Catfolk series so far! Jagar is bae, I hope he will have more spotlight soon because daaaamn lol. But for my question: I saw you mentioned something in a previous answer about requests. WOuld you be open for requests now? Or does writing take up your whole time now?
Hi Anon!
Well, it's not that I don't have time for requests, I just don't really no what to offer you guys at the moment, haha! I enjoy writing about these kittycats right now, and after I finish their story, I want to open up request for either them, or generally about the catfolk.
I also like various games and series, so well, we'll see about that. If you guys send something, I will probably try my best to deliver it, depending on the subject.
Chapter Four: And there she came, with the morning breeze
Summary: As the males left for a hunting trip, you find yourself a new endearing friend.
Warnings: none.
Word count: 2738
Note from Rogue: Well, uh, I was kind of rusty when I started this series (sometimes I feel like I'm still a little bit off, but I can't complain), so I started with lower word count but... Well, it just felt good to write, let me know once it gets too much for comfort, haha!
Also, there was a request about a female option, and I'm happy oblige to that. Let me know if you like her!
Bataar and a few of the males, including Jargal, left not much before dusk, hoping for a successful hunting trip.
It was strange to be here in the hut without him all night. He usually returned home at night, whatever he did before that, after that, you both had dinner and headed to bed. You knew how to cook, but the Maeko did a lot of things differently. Luckily, Bataar wasn't a fussy eater, and he was patient enough with you anyway.
You turned to your side on your makeshift bed, the furs keeping you warm on the chilly night.
"Don't worry. We'll see each other tomorrow."
You still heard his voice in your head from earlier. It was a strange feeling. You did worry about him, not that you didn't think he could stand his ground on a hunting trip. It was more that he won't be here with you. Why did you feel that way? It was a strange tug on your heart.
You missed him, and it made you wonder. You didn't really think about him that much for the last week. Not in that way, at least…
He was tall and muscular, his yellow eyes always reflected so much care in them as he looked at you. Everyone knew they could rely on him, including you.
He would make a fine mate, and you knew that. You also knew that it wasn't that weird for a catfolk to choose a mate from a different species, although you still find the idea a bit out of your comfort zone. Two weeks ago you weren't even sure if they existed, and now some of them gossip about you being the mate of a catfolk chieftain. It all happened too fast, and while you were entirely grateful for their hospitality, it was a lot to take in.
You didn't even know much about their culture. Of course, Bataar, Ekna, and Duren helped you out when you had questions, but there was still so much that you didn't know.
You closed your eyes as you felt your body getting heavier. You went to bed a while ago, but only now you felt how tired you were. As you slowly drifted to sleep, a thought still pondered in your mind.
It’s decided. Tomorrow you will learn more about the Maeko, preferably before Bataar and the others come home.
A loud knocking woke you up. You almost kicked the fur blanket off of you, as you sit up. Light shone through the thin curtains, and you could hear the birds chirping outside. It was morning already.
“Good morning, human”, you heard a voice from outside. It was a female. “I just came to check in on you.”
A little confused, you stood up and went to answer the door.
It was a tiger, but a white one, with eyes so bright that you felt like they could pierce right through your soul. She had several small metal rings in her ears, and although she was much more feminine in build than Bataar, there was still so much more muscle on her than on the average Maeko female. She was tall too, and suddenly you felt almost as much intimidated when you first met Bataar.
"Ah, there you are.", she said with a smile, and without any question, she walked right in. You stepped back, blinking a few, slightly confused, but she walked through the door so naturally, you didn't even question it at first. She looked around before turning to you.
"Good thing Bataar took you in, the place looks tidier than ever."
With a smile, she looked you up and down.
"I'm Sheekah. Nice nightgown by the way."
You looked down at yourself, a bit embarrassed as you realized that you only wore the white nightgown that Bataar gave you. You only realized last night that it was probably his late mate's once.
"Do you have any plans for today, human?"
You looked up at Sheekah, who paced around the room aimlessly, looking at a few little things around the shelves.
"Not that I know of, I just have a few chores around the hut."
"Good." Sheekah sent a satisfied smile in your direction. "You can help me out then. I'm in charge while Bataar is gone."
"Oh", you noted with a raised eyebrow. Until now, it seemed that just as in your human world, there was some kind of imbalance between the genders. You didn't really see many females doing what the males did, and vice versa. Honestly, Sheekah was the first who looked like she could handle whatever Bataar and the males were doing out there during a hunt.
"Don't be so surprised now." Sheekah obviously noticed your tone, but she didn't look offended as the smile never left her black lips. "I know it's different where you came from, but here, there's little to no limit to what you can do if you are capable. Most of us just don't feel like doing that kind of work. And I'm not one of them."
She sounded kind of proud of that, and you understood why. In fact, you liked that idea. As tough and a bit intimidated as she looked, there was a certain kind of power that radiated from her: and you respected it instantly.
"So go on, get changed, I'll wait for you outside." She nodded in your direction and left you in the hut as quickly as she came in.
You just stood there for a minute, mind still a bit hazy from the sudden wake up.
Well, Sheekah seemed friendly enough to ask her about cultural topics, right?
You got dressed as soon as you could and left the hut. Sheekah was outside, sitting on a small bench in front of the hut, with a chicken in her hand.
"Ready for some work, human?"
She looked up at you with a small smile as she petted the hen. That made you smile too, the way she held the bird in her paws so delicately.
"Yeah, I am."
She walked proudly beside you, and although she was just as restless as Bataar when it came to solving problems around the village, her style was quite different. When you saw him, Bataar usually walked around the village like a shadow, watching over his little kingdom from the background, and he only spoke when it was necessary. Not that he was hard to approach: he was always ready for a quick chat with the locals, or hang around a little with the cubs if they were brave enough to ask him to play hide and seek. He seemed to cherish these moments and you really liked that about him, but it also seemed that he preferred to just watch over his folk, humbly observing what he was working so hard for every day.
But Sheekah: as you made your way through the village, it was clear she was more than happy to involve herself in pretty much anything. All the villagers greeted her with a few nice words or waved at her with a faint smile at least, and she had a kind answer for everything, even if was just a handshake. But as everyone recognized her around the main street, it also meant that it was nearly impossible to ask her any questions. You didn't mind it that much though, watching her kind of reassured your feelings about the Maeko. It was a big village, but most of the locals seemed close to each other, like a big, close-knit family you could always count on. Of course, you learned on your own, that there were exceptions, as always. Like Jargal himself.
As you reached the outskirts of the village, Sheekah looked down at you with a smile.
"Let me know if I walk too fast."
"Ah, it's okay", you shrugged with a smile.
"Good, I wasn't sure if you could keep up with those nice little legs you got."
You chuckled, but only realized her words a second after. Nice little legs? They weren't that little, well, compared to her they sure were, but… Hey, was that a compliment?
"We're gonna see how the fence is coming along near the gates. Not much before you appeared, something tore it down and there was all kinds of ruckus around that night. No one really saw what it was, and although most of us went out to find it… Well, Bataar and the rest only found you out there."
So that's what he was doing so far away. You never saw any of them in the forest, though you never ventured out as far as you did on that… horrifying night.
But right now, something bothered you a bit more than that.
"…Something broke in? What could it be? A wild animal?"
"Well, if it was an animal, it was something we never saw before. The scent was different, and at some point, it faded away. Whatever it was, two of us lost their life that night, so we have to fortify the fence, or even the boars will come in and eat all of our shit."
The morning went like that. Sheekah made sure everything went smoothly while Bataar was away, from repairing the fence to discussing urgent matters about the crops and the livestock. You were right beside her, but honestly, there was so little you could help her out with, that it made you wonder: what could you possibly help her with? She was so independent, it was hardly anything she couldn't do just on her own.
Not much after noon, Sheekah looked around, watching over the village proudly as you two stood at the center, just where the bonfire was on that ominous night.
"Nice, great work. There's just one last thing we need to do, then you can go on your way if you would like."
You smiled up at her, curiously.
"Sure, what would it be?"
"We gonna deliver a package. Come, this way."
"So, delivery service is an ordinary task for a substitute?", you asked her with a coy smile as you followed her on the main road.
Sheekah let out a chuckle, elbowing you playfully as her tail shifted behind her.
"Only if it's for a special someone, that is."
The package itself wasn't too heavy. Well, packages, since it was two baskets, each covered with a rug. You didn't ask about it too much, assuming they contained all kinds of goods, maybe for someone as old as Altan. Who was maybe, a little less capable than Altan.
You had entirely different questions on your mind.
"Say, Sheekah… If I were a Maeko… I mean, is there any way you would notice if someone would, well…"
As you tried your best to voice your thoughts, you heard a snicker from Sheekah.
"It's kind of cute as you stumble upon your own worlds, human, but out with it."
That sentence tickled you in a way you wouldn't expect it, but you tried your best to focus on your question, though it was harder now with your heart pounding a bit faster.
"How could I notice if someone is trying to court me?"
Sheekah slowed down for a minute, seemingly thinking about your question. You were almost at the gate now.
"Well, uh, it depends on the person, but I guess it wouldn't be that much different from the human way." You seemed to catch her off guard with your question because her tone changed a little as she answered. "You know, trying to impress your potential mate with everything you got. Provide for them, protect them. That's the traditional way I guess."
"Well", you muttered as you thought about it, "If you put it that way, it isn't that different."
"Are you asking this because of Bataar?"
The question came a little too suddenly. It wasn't that surprising, sure, but it was her who caught you off guard this time. You looked at her with wide eyes before turning to the road again. You heard her chuckle again.
"Just so you know, I find it really cute how your embarrassment is clear on your face, human. You call it blush, am I right?"
There she was again. It was the second time she called you cute. First, you didn't consider it anything, but now, a thought lingered in your mind. Was she… Flirting?
"It is about Bataar. But how did you know?", you asked after a few seconds of silence, just as you walked outside the village.
'It's kind of obvious", Sheekah answered with a half smile. "No female has stepped inside that hut ever since Yagan died. Except for me, but I don't think I count."
"What do you mean?", you looked at her with some confusion.
"How should I put this?" She chuckled. "Ah, I gonna just say it. I have no interest in males. At all. Instead…"
She took a longer step now, getting in front of you. You stopped, looking at her curiously, although you had an idea too now. Sheekah was close to you, you saw her pink nose moving as she sniffed the air, almost unconsciously as it seemed.
"I'm after much more delicate things. Ones like you."
Even with your earlier suspicion, that last part caught you off guard. Your fingers gripped the basket a little tighter as your heartbeat quickened up again. So she was flirting earlier.
Sheekah didn't leave much time for you to react, she turned around chuckling, and continued her way on a path between the trees. You just stood there, still stunned.
"Are you coming, dove? The goods won't deliver themselves."
You followed her on the path, a bit embarrassed now. You weren't sure how to feel about all of this right now.
As you walked silently for a few minutes, you heard some familiar noise.
"Is that a creek?", you asked after a few seconds.
"Yup."
Just as Sheekah answered, you two stepped out of the trees, into a green little clearing. You finally saw a creek, and as you followed it with your eyes, you saw a hut. It was much more different than the ones in the village: it was almost covered in plants and moss, but it didn't look abandoned, more like, it was for the sake of aesthetics. It was idyllic.
"We have arrived. Neat little spot, huh?", Sheekah asked, almost proudly.
"It's beautiful! I haven't been outside of the village since I arrived, I didn't know I was living next to a spot like this!"
"Well, you can come here anytime when you would like some peace and quiet."
You looked at her as she stopped a few meters away from the house.
"Ah, I might ask the owner", you admitted, still in awe at the sight.
"No need to do that", Sheekah shook her head with a smile. "She just gave you her permission."
You stared at her for a few seconds before realizing what she just said.
"Wait, you live here?"
"Yes. Build it myself."
"Sheekah, that's…" You looked at the house again as your jaw almost hit the ground once again.
"Impressive? I know, I think so too. I thought I would like some privacy, but I didn't want to be too far away from the village. So, welcome to my humble hut."
"But wait, what are these then?", you looked down at the basket in your hand.
"Our lunch, silly. We worked hard for it, it's the least that we can eat with peacefully, out here."
You looked inside your basket and now you understood it. It was some kind of pastry in it, with a few fresh vegetables.
"Vagalh makes the best kind of smoked meat", Sheekah lifted the basket a little. "Come on, we should sit down and eat."
It was nice. Just the two of you, listening to the sounds of the forest, eating some delicious food. Sheekah was happy to answer your questions, and you listened to her intently.
You liked her. She was a little too rough with her words sometimes, but she was kind and caring. She seemed to understand your struggle with blending in, and tried her best to help you out. Her way of telling stories or talking about cultural differences was so smooth and easy to follow, you didn't even realized that you were sitting there with her for more than an hour after you two finished your dinner.
You knew it already, but after today, it became clear that this place was like heaven compared to your previous life. And one by one, you felt more and more like you finally found your place. No matter of the many things you still didn't no about the catfolk.
It already felt like you belonged here all your life.
you dont have to answer anything i just thought i'd ask <3
are there going to be things like mountain lions and jaguars and leopards (clouded, ect;)?
Since this seems to be a sort of 'choose your own ending' type story, would it be possible to request a lesbian romance option too? You dont have to, i just thought that maybe :3
Hi anon <3
For this particular story, I wasn't planning on a lot of different cats, mainly tigers and mah bebe Jargal, but in the future I would love to write about new characters too! I love clouded leopards and cheetahs for example, so I might open up for requests as well! I won't promise anything, but we'll see :)
As for a lesbian option, I was actually thinking about that for a while. I'm in love with women who could end my life within the blink of an eye (Sevika from Arcane or Eivor from AC Valhalla), so if I will add a female catfolk to the story, she will definitely be something like that haha. I'm open to the idea, so I will think about it!
Feel free to ask away if you have more questions or just want to chat anon, thank you for your kind interest <3
Summary: Just as you settle in, Jargal thinks it’s time to stir the pot.
Warnings: cursing
Word count: 1984
It was weird and still a little bit scary.
It has been a week since you agreed to stay with the Maeko, and although they lived very differently like the people at the mansion, it wasn't too hard to learn the ropes of being with the catfolk.
You stayed in Bataar's hut. You don't know how, but you missed the stairs to the upper floor when you first arrived and looked for a weapon. There wasn't anything special up there, just a bed and a few trophies he hunted down over the years. You slept on the furs downstairs, it was warm and surprisingly cozy.
During the first days, you didn't dare to leave his side. You learned that he was the chieftain of the Maeko, the tribe of tigerlike catfolk. At least, most of them were tigers, since there were a few exceptions among them. Like Duren, a kind lioness who helped you prepare food, and Ekna, the cheetah. She was direct and a bit rough with her words, she didn't speak your language that well, but she made sure you understood all the tasks she gave you.
And of course, there was Jargal, the black panther that still terrified you whenever you saw him. He snarled and stared at you with a gaze that could kill. Duren and Ekna said that you shouldn't worry about him that much, since it was Bataar who took you in, and he didn't question his choices that much.
Still, you tried your best to stay out of that panther's way.
Bataar, on the other hand, was so much different. He had a lot to do during the day, but he took time to check up on you, making sure that everyone treated you right and such. Every night, he escorted you back to the hut, asking you about your day. It warmed your heart and you felt nothing but gratitude towards him.
But it made you wonder.
"How can it be that Bataar doesn't have a mate?", you asked one day while you sat down with Ekna and Duren to wash some clothes.
"What do you mean?" The cheetah perked up her ears curiously as she asked.
"He is so nice and always ready to help everyone. And he is the chieftain! Why is he leaving alone?"
"Well", Duren sighed, "It wasn't like that all the time. He had a mate, her name was Yagan."
"She was strong and kind, and they had many cubs!", Ekna added with a sour smile.
"But she died a few years ago, and ever since, Bataar hasn't had anyone in his bed."
It made sense. You remain silent for a while. Poor Bataar. You only knew him for a week now, but you already had a feeling that you wanted him to be happy. He truly cared about his tribe and wanted the best for everyone.
Once you finished the clothes and parted ways with the females, you realized that this was the first time that there wasn't any kind of task left for you. There was still plenty of food for yourself and Bataar, you already fed the chickens and cleaned up the house in the morning, and now that you were done with the washing too, there was nothing left to do.
You took a deep breath from the warm afternoon. For all your life, you were a servant, and while you did a very similar job here too, it was still different. They didn't make you stay, you were not the Maeko's or Bataar's possession.
You were more or less free, and it was still a lot to take in.
So after a little walk around the hut, you decided to find Bataar and ask him if you could help him in any way.
In the morning he always took a long walk around the village, just inspecting everyone and everything. After that, he spent his time with his warriors and hunters, making plans for their next move. The Maekos were hunters and adventurers, always seeking something new, for trading all kinds of goods, but also, just for the thrill of it. And you liked that - it was so different from your past life, it offered something fresh, something new.
But for the afternoon, it was hard to predict where to find him. Sometimes he went out for a quick hunt or trained with his warriors, but you often found him having a nap in the shade of a tree.
So you just paced around in the village. After a while, the Maeko got used to your presence, and there were no side eyes toward you. Although, you weren't the first human in the village. Ekna and Duran already told you that there were many times that tribe took in humans. In the past, there were human slaves around the village at all times, but the tradition of slaves faded away for good for a while now. It was never forbidden for humans to join the Maeko if they were worthy. And you also learned that some of the catfolks got a bit too excited about their new human neighbors, so much so that from neighbors they quickly became mates.
You still didn't know how to feel about that.
"How is it feel like to be the chieftain's little fucktoy, human?"
You almost jumped as you heard a raspy voice from behind. You turned back with a little yelp immediately, and your blood went cold.
There was Jargal, leaning against a tree, polishing his knife with a cloth, with a glare on his face. He was taller than you, and as he only wore a leather vest on his upper body, you could see the muscles under his fur, and it didn't make him less scary. You were in such a panic that for a while you didn't even realize what he just said.
"His what?" you muttered with confusion, and the beast laughed.
"Don't pretend like you have no clue what am I talking about." He put the knife back onto his belt with a huff and closed the distance between you. You wanted to back away, but your back hit a wall. He squeezed you between the wall of a hut and his bulky, muscular body.
"I thought after losing Yagan he would never pick anyone else, but he couldn't resist your soft little body, right?" he growled, with a smile that made you shiver. "You trembling like a bunny, huh? He should take better care of his belongings. Leaving you alone like that? What if somebody would steal you away? His little doll?"
You just couldn't handle it anymore. Not the way he was looking at you, how he talked about Bataar, and especially how he leaned even closer to you. He was threatening, yeah, and you were more than terrified of him and what he could do to you, sure. But you just couldn't take it anymore.
"I am nobody's possession and if you don't back away right now..."
"Nobody's possession?" he asked, not even acknowledging the fact you were trying to threaten him with something. "You telling me that it's been a week and he still hasn't claimed you?" he laughed viciously.
"Claim me?"
He really thought all along that you and Bataar were sleeping together...? Why would he...?
"You really are dumb, aren't you?", he leaned even closer, now his fangs were just inched away from your face as he grinned. "But that's okay. So you are nobody's possession, huh? It won't be long before someone would sweep you away and..."
"Jargal!"
A crispy voice made the both of you flinch, and you turned your head to the owner of it. An older, female catfolk appeared from the other side of the hut.
"Don't bother the human, at least not next to my house, you moron."
The panther grunted with annoyance but then stepped back with a cocky smile.
"Looks like you got lucky today. We'll see how long he can keep you by his side."
"Come on, don't you have anything better to do than being a menace?" the hag growled again, waving with the wooden spoon in her hands as she came closer. "If you keep that up I will ask Bataar to send you away for herbs you will never find."
Jargal just growled and with a final, intimidating look at you, he walked away with a puff. You turned to the old female, trying to say thank you, but as soon as you smiled at her, she bashed at you too. "And why are you still trembling like a reed in the wind? Do you want him to come back? Now come inside, you should eat some soup before you faint on me or something."
She didn't even wait for your answer, just turned her back on you and slowly shuffled back to the hut. She really seemed old now that the threat disappeared, you almost heard her bones rattling as she took off.
Her name was Altan. She talked a lot, mostly to herself. How the young ones annoyed everyone around the village, especially Jargal, how Bataar should finally get rid of him, and how Yagan would have never let anyone be so disrespectful to Bataar. She rambled about how the tribe has changed since she was a child and you found yourself smiling at the whole scene. The old ones are the same in every species, as it seems, right?
Someone knocked on the door, and as you both turned in its direction, you saw a familiar face.
"Ah, there you are", said Bataar with a smile as he came in. "You're not bothering Altan, are you?"
You tried to answer, but Altan cut you off.
"Nah, other than nearly pissing herself in front of my hut, nah", she waved it off as she was preparing some kind of ointment in a dish. Bataar looked at you with confusion.
"What?"
"You should be more careful, Bataar", said Altan more seriously this time. "Jargal is getting out of hand."
His curious gaze quickly turned into worry as he took a few steps closer to you.
"Did he hurt you?!"
You shook your head. "No, don't worry about me. He disappeared when Altan scolded him."
Bataar growled quietly, his white brow spots furrowed as he looked out the window of the hut.
"I will have a word with him."
"Oh yes, because words will help you keep Jargal away from your new little pet, of course."
You both stared at Altan for long seconds.
And after that, there wasn't really a conversation. Bataar walked you back to the hut, quietly, and you weren't sure what kind of silence it was.
It wasn't awkward.
Maybe a little bit, but you didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed. You slowly glanced up at him, wondering what could be on his mind. You wanted to ask, but... You still felt like a stranger next to him sometimes. You didn't blame yourself for that, since it was only a week ago when he saved you.
But still.
When you reached the hut, you opened the door but then stopped. Bataar looked at you, and as you glanced up at him, you felt a tug on your heart.
"I..." You opened your mouth to say something, but you closed it quickly. You weren't sure what to say, but you desperately wanted to tell him something.
"I think you should rest now." Bataar cut you off from that. You weren't sure, but... He looked just as confused as you.
"You might be right." You nodded, looking away sheepishly.
"We'll go out hunting, so don't wait for me tonight."
You looked up, a bit surprised. You didn't know you would be alone tonight. Maybe your face said too much though, because Bataar smiled, and patted your head lightly.
Summary: The beast brought you to his village, but little did you know that there’s a much scarier creature out there in the shadows.
Warnings: None.
Word count: 1795
You didn't know how much it took to get to the village, you assumed they walked an hour or two. It gave you time to think, once you stopped trying to escape. You tried to memorize the route they took, but you quickly realized it was just wasting time. The trees, the shrubs and the rocks looked all the same, and as you went deeper and deeper into the forest, you completely lost hope.
The one who carried you split out from the group and headed in a different direction. You looked around, trying to get any idea what will happen next, but everything was so unfamiliar and different. He then stopped for a moment before entering what seemed to be a hut. Inside, there was a smell that you couldn't describe. It was something strong and musky, something that easily overwhelmed your senses. He also smelled like that, faintly, besides earth and blood. The hut itself looked simple, but based on the ones you saw outside, this was a bigger one.
You were trembling from fear at this point. He grunted, but he manhandled you like it was nothing, dropping you onto something softer than you expected. You were sitting on the ground in a corner that was covered with furs. He looked down at you with those wild, yellow eyes as you jumped back to the stony wall of the hut.
This is it, you thought. Now he will consume you, tear your flesh apart, lick the meat off from your bones, drink your blood, as beasts do... But the tiger did no such thing. He leaned down maintaining eye contact. And he said something. Your mind was so numb from the past hours of constant fear, it took you a few seconds to realize that you understood what he said.
"You stay here." You stared at him blankly, and something shifted in his expression, it was hard to tell since he had a face of an animal more like a man's. You couldn't stare at him for too long, you had to look at the ground. He grunted again.
"Understood?", he asked, less patient this time. You nodded quickly, and with that, he stood up and left you alone in the hut. It didn't make you less scared, but at least now you got a chance to think. You took a few deep breaths as your blood flew back to your legs.
They left you alive, for now. Good. It didn't mean that they will keep you alive as well, but they didn't rush to eat you. You were in a hut, and you assumed it was in the middle of the village. That was not good, it made your possible escape more difficult. You seemed to be alone in the hut, the beasts were outside, roaring, singing, with drums and music... They were celebrating? It was hard to tell.
You looked around in the hut, as much as you could in the dark. Only the torches outside shined a little light into the dim house. There was a fireplace in the middle of the hut, tho it was cold now. No surprise in that, during the summer it was still warm outside at night, especially with fur like the tigers had. You stood up, hoping to find a knife, a bow, or anything you could use as a weapon. Not that you would know how to use it. You never had to fight after all. You did find a broom, but you put it down after a few seconds. You saw them. You saw their canines, you saw their claws. You also saw that all of them had knives on their belts, and they obviously knew how to fight and hunt. There was no point, and it could have been even comical at another time, but now you were too scared to laugh about anything.
You didn't know how much time you have before someone will come back to the hut. Minutes? Hours? You didn't know what would be their plan with you. Why did he bring you here? If he wanted to eat you, he could have just dropped you in a cage or a pit, as they do with live animals sometimes. Now that you were putting more thought into it, he didn't even hurt you at all. Sure, he looked scary and inhuman, and he carried you like a bag of potatoes, but no matter how hard you kicked him at the beginning of your journey to the village, he never hit you. Sure, you couldn't really do that much damage on him, but still. That didn't mean you weren't planning an escape still. It was just a matter of time that someone would return to you, and you didn't want to waste more time.
You decided to move. Reaching for the door, you slowly opened it, peeking outside to the village. Everyone seemed to head to the center of the village, where a huge fire was burning. They danced and sang, it really did look like some kind of celebration. A shiver ran through your spine. You were not a sacrifice, right? You sure didn't want to find that out on your own. Gathering all of your courage, you left the hut and ran behind the next one.
It seemed like most of the village was around the fire as they celebrated, the loud noises and the commotion seemed like a good opportunity to get out of this place. There were no gates and walls around the village, at least not that you saw. While the dark woods bordering it made your heart clench with fear, you couldn't stand the thought of just waiting inside the hut until they came back and do whatever they plan to do with you.
You ran, hut after hut, slowly but surely getting closer to the edge of the village. It seemed like you were undetected - and that gave you some sense of safety.
A fake one, as you found out very soon.
You looked back, checking if anyone followed you, and with a small shriek, you bumped into something.
Someone.
The person growled, and before you could turn your head back, a strong hand gripped your arm. Your heart stopped for a moment before it started pounding insanely fast.
The creature was pitch black, his yellow eyes shifted with rage in the dark. It was not a tiger - it was a panther. A black panther. You didn't know how, but as he looked down at you, a different kind of fear rushed to your veins. He was way more intimidating than the tiger. He growled at you again, you screamed back at him with fear, and no matter how hard you thrashed, he dragged you away from the hut - in the direction of the celebration.
Tears ran down your cheeks as the realization came down to you. You were spotted, and your luck has finally left you.
He dragged you to the fire, and as he did, confused eyes stared at you as you screamed and tried to escape his strong grip. The villagers - tigers, of course - gathered around you, from a safe distance. You looked around with fear in your eyes. They seemed all the same, red fur with black stripes, white on the front. The only difference was their clothes, some of them seemed more masculine or feminine in a way.
The panther growled again as he stood next to the fire, it was a loud growl, but there was something different about it. A language you never heard before.
A more familiar face appeared - the one who brought you here. He was taller and bulkier than the panther, now that they almost stood next to each other, you also noticed that somehow he seemed older too. His fur was thicker, and now his gaze was wilder than ever.
He growled at the panther, almost like he was threatening him. It seemed like some kind of argument, but with the panther tossing you a few times, you couldn't even have a chance to make anything out of it.
Just as you felt that your heart couldn’t bear it anymore, the panther released you and tossed you to the ground. It felt colder now as you were next to the flames. Just as you catch your breath, you felt another grip on your arm. This one was strong too, but different, you didn't feel like he was crashing your bones.
It was the tiger. He seemed annoyed as he showed his teeth, but he didn't look as threatening as the panther who just left the scene visibly fuming.
The tiger led you back to the hut as the celebration got a bit quiet behind you. He shut the door and released your arm. You fell to the ground, and quickly crawled back to the rugs he placed you down before, and looked up at him with fear. He growled as he came frighteningly close.
"Told you to stay here, why didn't you?!", he snarled. You gulped and shut your eyes, too scared to witness whatever he was planning to do with you. "I heard your voice before, I know you are not mute. So answer me!", he said, only a bit calmer this time.
You looked up at him again, trying to find the words.
"Why did you bring me here?", you muttered, trying to hold back your tears, but you failed with that too.
He sighed, then slowly squatted down.
"It looked like your kind tried to hunt you down."
You looked down, and after a few moments, you nodded.
"I figured you couldn't stay there. So I brought you here. I mean you no harm if you behave."
You didn't dare to look back at him. If you behave?
"You can stay here, and the Maeko will feed you and protect you. In return, you will help around the village."
"The Maeko?" you peeked at him slowly, and he made a small nod.
"Our tribe."
"How do you speak our language?"
"Somewhere in the past, our ancestors made peace and traded goods and slaves for decades. Until some of your kind decided to turn on us. Some of you are not too bad, and we stayed on good terms."
You hummed but didn't know what to say. You heard about the catfolk before, of course. You never saw them though, as you never really left the mansion. From the tales you heard, they sounded like some mysterious, rare beasts with their own rules and morals, some monsters that humans should fear.
He didn't seem too bad now.
"What's your name?"
You answered him, and he nodded.
"I'm Bataar. Welcome to your new home."
