Chapter One - Meeting
#1 of She is my Master?!
Finally, some peace and quiet! Satoshi smiled softly to himself; such a lavish park was seldom ever open to the public, and with no one around, too! He could do whatever he wanted... even if 'whatever he wanted' translated to being a good boy and simply sitting on a bench, listening to a random assortment of fusion jazz, and feeding the birds idly, a bag of seed carefully tucked in his lap. The grey-furred boy gave a light sigh; this was how his Saturdays should be: quiet and calm, without a care in the world...
He yawned, instinctively putting a gloved--no, it was simply white fur--hand over his mouth before tossing another handful of seeds to the small creatures poking at the ground. Instinct tapped within the catboy, much like an impatient craving egging him on; of course, he was much too relaxed to pounce on the birds successfully. He ran a hand through the messy black locks atop his head, closing his eyes. Man, why couldn't every day be like this? Saxophones singing in his ears, he began humming the bass of the song, a purr mixed in beneath the flowing--
Whumph!
"Eeee, you're just so CUTE!" came a high-pitched squeal; the shock of the tackle silenced Satoshi's music, and after a moment, he felt thin fingers trail down his white-furred stomach, bare except for an open, black and white jacket that had somehow unzipped itself without his consent.
"W-What the...?!" The boy's quiet bass sounded only half-agitated; his motions, however, spoke clearly enough as he attempted to shove the girl off. His effort was in vain, though, for the girl managed to keep her position, squealing like a moron.
"You're so soft!" the girl remarked, drawing her fingers along his stomach fur once more, causing him to shiver lightly as blood quickly rushed to his cheeks. Her hands did feel nice, he admitted to himself, a quiet purr rumbling inaudibly beneath his chest. Maybe he should just let her have her fun, and--
"Releastima!" the boy protested, a quick flash in his paw-like hand forming a quick burst of energy, forcing them apart. Satoshi did a quick backflip, sliding to a halt a short distance back in an instinctively defensive pose; he was surprised to see the girl had done a similar maneuver to stand upright, and even in a dress. Satoshi sighed, making sure his music player was safe (he simply was _ not _ going to function without his precious jazz) before pressing it into a jacket pocket; only then did he let the fuming girl's voice reach him as he brushed himself off.
"...you do such a thing! And to think, I could've been horribly injured!" was her final cry, the shrill voice almost reaching him as angry. Almost.
"Sorry, but you did kind of knock me off the bench," he mumbled quickly, giving her a quick once-over. "I didn't have any other ideas. Besides, a simple release spell's not going to do much in the way of harming you." She was clad plainly but elegantly, a long, icy blue dress hugging her frame and stopping around her ankles. Her eyes were a brilliant emerald color, deep chocolate hair draping the left side of her face; the color accented her cream-colored fur well, Satoshi noted. She seemed to be analyzing him, from his face down to the dual-tip of his forked tail, and she crossed her arms impatiently, her face slightly annoyed, but calmer.
"...I suppose I can forgive you for now." Her voice lowered to a gentle soprano as she crossed her arms, tilting her head to the side. "What's your name?"
"...Satoshi Cheval," he replied, bowing politely after a moment. "It's... a pleasure, miss...?"
"I am Aarianna Soulais," she said simply, curtseying to the young catboy smoothly. "It's nice to meet you as well, my pet."
"Pet?" The boy tilted his head, folding his arms neatly. "Please tell me that's what you call everyone you meet. I'm not your pet."
"Oh, no, that name's especially for you," the girl smiled, waggling a finger as emphasis. "After all, you'd be better off as my pet than dead. Attacking a princess is a serious crime, you know."
"P-Princess? You don't mean..." The boy sputtered, taking another good look at her, then stepping back, pupils narrowed slightly in shock. "You're THE Princess Soulais?!"
"You didn't recognize me?" She seemed amused, giggling softly at his bewildered expression. "Surely you know of the princess!" She was partially correct, he did know of her; despite the humans and their constitutional government, his kind was subject to a monarchy... and unlike the humans, they did it the right way: none of that Parliament crap. However, the king and queen had both died recently, and with no prince to take the throne, only one of two things could happen: The monarchy would fall, or...
"...You're the lady of the castle now, aren't you?" Satoshi now had his eyes closed in thought, his tail twitching idly. "Is that why you're blackmailing me? To try and force me into becoming king, so you can keep your title?"
"No, that's not it at all," she grinned, confusing the boy even more. "I'm lonely now, with no parents and fending on my own. I need someone to help fulfill my needs. That's where you come in, pet!"
"Will you quit calling me 'pet'? Maybe I don't want to go with you," he muttered impatiently. "What about all the servants of the castle? You can't tell me they all quit; we'd have heard of something that large-scale. Not to mention that I only used a basic release spell, since you were feeling me up. Besides, you 'attacked' me first, which means I acted in defense. A tackle's a tackle, even if it's magically invoked." Logically, he was right, and could easily turn it around and force her off the throne as well; this, however, did not faze Aarianna.
"Very well," she chuckled, moving over to him and leaning her face close to his, whispering gently. "Then perhaps you'd prefer I called you 'rapist,' instead. Do you honestly think they'll trust your word against the word of the one and only heir to the Soulais throne? Would you rather sleep in a bed, watching the moon set, or in a dungeon cell, counting the days to your execution, hm?" A long silence hovered after her threat as the boy struggled internally to find a way to escape it; finally, he lowered his head slightly in defeat.
"...Fine," he mumbled disdainfully. "I'll follow you, then."
"Oh, cheer up!" She pecked the boy on the cheek gently, winking at him before walking on ahead. "Once we get home, you'll see you don't have it so bad."