Born of Shadows

Okay, so I wrote a Yu-gi-oh! fic. So, sue me. Just kidding. I don't own it, I just wanted to play in this yard for a while, and I am getting nothing, but a little less sleep for my efforts.

This was something a friend asked me to write, and I don't know if it will fit her specifications, but it came to me and here it is. Don't judge it by the same criteria of most, you may be surprised. I know it is confusing, and I have yet to use any names from the show, but that will come in time. In the meanwhile, try to guess which characters are which. And yes, I will use the Japanese names, as I loathe the dub. It's just my personal opinion. Again, don't jump to any conclusions just yet. Oh, and it isn't a furies fic, but it is a kink. Maybe even two.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or the city they call home. Please enjoy the story, because it is a work of love not profit.
Enjoy:


Born of Shadows


Kitty woke and blinked sleepy eyes. Arching his back, he looked around. The room he was in was lavish and smelled of the Master. The furnishings were plush and puffy and the fabrics were perfect for sharpening claws and rubbing against. Kitty's own bed in the corner was soft and warm and he was hesitant to depart its depths.
Stretching long forearms and slowly rising, Kitty licked at his shoulder to avoid the inevitable as long as he could.
A voice stopped his movements.
"If you are awake, perhaps you might want to join me?"
Kitty looked up once more, seeing the lone figure on the long couch.
Master was here and Kitty had failed to notice him earlier. This did not surprise Kitty, for Master was well practiced at sitting quietly for hours.
The fact that Master could do this seemed wrong, but only in passing. The same way that Kitty himself didn't feel quite right in this setting.
Kitty stretched out hind legs and slowly padded across the floor, to leap onto the open area of the couch. He rubbed his head on Master's thigh feeling the rough denim against his face. Master's hand came up to gently caress the silky lengths of fur on Kitty's head and the soft words reached his ears.
"Good Kitty. My best Kitty. My special pet."
Kitty responded with a heartfelt "Mewl” telling Master, "Farther down my neck." And Master chuckled, as he obliged his demanding pet. Kitty dropped onto his belly, extending his rear paws behind him and placing his front paw on Master's thigh. His tail lay relaxed between his thighs, not yet shifting enough to bring discomfort or pleasure.
Master's fingers played with the soft brown fur of Kitty's head and neck. He ran his fingers through the long silky strands and twirled some around the digits.
He hadn't been lying. Kitty was special to him. Out of all the many pets in Master's house, only Kitty held onto Master's heart.
Kitty's eyes dropped closed as he once more succumbed to sleep, his thoughts returning to a time when he wasn't so comfortable in Master's home. Back to the first time he had woken to this dream.

Not accustomed to waking and feeling the air curling around him. The young man jumped up from the cushions he was curled up on. The sudden movement causing a distressing feeling in the area of his backside.
From his position on hands and knees, the confused man surveyed himself.
His arms were covered with a soft beige colored fabric, similar to suede, that clung to him like a second skin, rolling down his wrists and enclosing his hands in glove like ends, that culminated with odd looking claws. His midriff and chest were bare, but his legs were attired in what looked like high socks, from his toes to his thighs. Made of that same soft fabric but colored a chocolate brown, with areas of a pumpkin orange. His privates were covered with a cream-colored loincloth but it felt as if something constricting was hidden beneath it and it was pulled between his cheeks like a thong. The strap of the covering was attached to whatever was pressed into his body and connected to that was a long strip of fabric in splotches of colors from brown to beige to orange. It vaguely resembled a tail. A cat's tail, to be exact. That would be the source of his current discomfort.
When he looked up from himself, he found a large room, richly decorated, but totally unfamiliar. He had never been here before and had no idea how he had come to this place. His mind reasoned that this had to be a dream.
What other excuse would there be? He was not in the habit of dressing up in a cat suit, or playing with sex toys in this way. And as he attempted to rise, he discovered that he was bound. This was totally unlike him, so it had to be a nightmare.
His hands were attached to a short bar, keeping them about a foot apart. And his legs were attached to a triangular configuration that kept his knees spread and his feet crossed, and they were weighed down to keep him from rising.
His eyes looked around the room, hunting for dangers. He was trapped and frightened and until he found out what was happening, he was going to stay that way. His ears began to detect a sound. A steady tapping of feet on a tiled floor. He listened and focused on the direction of the sound, locating a door and watching as the sounds stopped and the knob turned. The door flew open and another young man entered the room.
The familiar eyes alighted on him, and the other's expression showed wariness. Wariness tempered with power. Yes this man was in control of this situation, he was sure, but that didn’t mean that he would give up without a fight.
First he wanted an explanation, so as the young man closed the door and stood there, glaring at him, he put forth his question. And was shocked when the only thing that came out was a deep and croaky, "Me-ow".


Puppy ran down the long hall and sniffed at the various doorways. Master was waiting for him in one of the rooms and Puppy didn't want to be late. Master's scent was strong at the next door and Puppy scratched at the jam. The door opened and Master beckoned him in.
Puppy smelled something different in the room and he ambled over past the long couch to the soft place in the corner. A new pet was standing there and when Puppy came close the newcomer hissed at him in an unfriendly way. Puppy sat back and tilted his head as he examined the new pet. Master came over and patted his head gently, reassuring Puppy that he had done no wrong.
"This is Kitty. He'll get used to you. Just give him time."
Puppy looked up as Master squatted neat the new pet and the ungrateful beast backed away. Master tilted his head and glared at Kitty in irritation.
"If you can't be friendly, I'll have to punish you. Now lay down and relax." Kitty eyed the hand that slowly reached out to his head. Puppy watched all this wondering why Master would waste time on this one. Even he knew that this pet would never be happy in Master's home.

His eyes took in the sight of the new arrival, and in utter shock he saw another recognized form. That this remembered young man was dressed as oddly as he himself was what took him completely by surprise.
Here was that cocky youth from his school, decked out in pale beige arm coverings that hung limply along his shoulders and down to his hands. Wrinkling up as they went, and culminating in large loose paws with thicker and blunter claws than his own. His could do damage if used, but those would only annoy. The matching leggings came up to the highest part of his thighs and again draped to his feet in a mass of wrinkled beige and ended in matching feet coverings. His loincloth seemed to connect as it was the same color and again attached was that tail. Not sleek and long like his own, but thick and bushy and about half the length. What made the least sense was the way the tail was moving as if the youth was trying to keep it shifting within him. He couldn't imagine what that would feel like, and he didn't want to find out. On his head were long shaggy ears that matched the look of the tail, and he had a dopey expression on his face. He came too close and was rewarded with a "Hiss".
Now, the first to arrive was reaching out to him, and he was on guard. The words caught his ears and he was prepared to scoff, but their meaning came through and he was concerned. 'Punishment? What could the fool do to him?' But then again, this was not his reality. The dream was showing him, that the other was in control. Well if it is only a dream why not go along with it?
The hand reached toward him and touched his head. The fingers gently tangling in his hair and smoothing it. They carefully avoided his ears, and stroked down to his neck. His eyes closed involuntarily as the pleasant feelings overcame his fears. He leaned into the touch and rubbed onto the other's hand.
"See, everyone here is your friend. No one will hurt you, unless you are bad. Come let's go sit on the long couch. I will try to explain why you are here. And soon, you'll be home once again." and the hand ruffled his hair once more before retreating and standing back. The other also waited as he was expected to crawl across the floor, shackled as he was. It was humiliating and he balked.
"Come on. It's easier than it seems. And if you relax, the restraints can come off sooner." He looked up at the first man, in shock. It was a test, and if he passed he would be released? He narrowed his eyes and lifted his arm to 'step' over the side of the deep basket and couldn't. For, the moment his restraining bar hit the side, it pulled on his other wrist. He looked at the things and had an idea. Lifting both hands he leaped over the side, landing on the floor and realizing that the move had jarred his 'tail' and the encumbrance was shifting in him in a most distracting way. He froze as the sensations moved through him, and when they ceased, he looked up. The two were still watching him, their expressions neutral as if they had no idea why he had stopped. They had backed away, and he began his trek once more, gently shifting his weight to avoid that whole experience again. Soon, he was at the end of the largest piece of furniture in the room and the boy in the dog suit sat crouched beside the first man on it. With the gentlest of moves he lifted himself onto the open area and the tail shifted, but not as much as before. The first man beckoned him with his finger and he moved closer, taking up the larger share of the seat.
"Now, lay down and I'll start at the beginning, at least the beginning as I know it," the one who sat told him, reaching out and stroking his head. He wanted to scream and run, but the feeling of those fingers in his hair was hypnotic and he leaned into it, again.
He wasn't sure when it had happened but while he listened to the words the other spoke he had shifted and was now sprawled on his stomach, and his head was resting on the other man's leg. It seemed so natural, and the other made no mention of it as he continued to stroke at the hair and skin on his neck.
This was the strangest dream he had ever been in.