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Kitty Thief (LittleKitty & Myself)

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Mizzet

Pulsar
Joined
Jan 18, 2009
High up in the mountains, rumor had it in the neighboring village of a cave that existed. It was hidden away by the perilous terrain, and only few ever claim to have gotten a glimpse of it. What made it so special was not simply it's existence, but rather what lived within. Many claim it to be dormant, though say once a dragon had resided inside of it, the dragon now thought long gone left behind a massive treasure. It was believed this dragon had died, from either old age or disease perhaps, and now deep within the bowels f the mountain lay a treasure fit for kings. A few had braved to try and go to the cave, but winds and rain stopped them. One traveler had managed to reach it, but none ever saw him again and many believed he died within the tunnels, lost by the elaborate maze dug out by the long dead dragon.

Today it sits, waiting like some menacing maw, hoping another visitor will venture in only to be swallowed up by the dark depths within.
 
Jessie had heard the rumors of the cave up in the mountains, just about everyone in her village had. Many had gone to brave it, only to come empty-handed, and one even had never returned. Rumor said that a dragon had long ago lived there, and he had died and left behind a giant king sized pile of tresure. At first, she had wanted to go and get it herself, but she wouldn't be able to get the things she needed to get the tresure. After making a deal with one of the richer nobles, she had gotton what she needed.

Packing her knapsack, she carefully set a thick parka, a few coils of rope, food and water and dragged a big, but empty chest behind her. Evently, extremly unhappy about all the rain, she made it to the mouth of the cave. Gripping her staff tightly, she wrapped one coil of the rope around her waist, making sure it was tied tightly. Tieing the other end around a boulder, she slowly made her way into the cave. She knew a little bit of light magic, and made a small ball of light appear on the edge of her staff.

She looked around, her heart beating rapidly. She was a little scared, wondering if the dragon was really dead or not.
 
The tunnels where empty and dark, though strangely nothing was there, spiders, nor insects crawled along the walls, no small rats or mice even. The first tunnel split it to two, and those would also slit off into two as well. It was strange how they would seemingly grow smaller the further down. Deeper into them one would hear a small breeze almost, growing louder and more silent every few moments, the winds must have been changing outside around the peaks of the mountain.

Soon a small glitter could be seen coming from a tunnel, it was very faint, but it seemed the small amount of light from her magic was making something shine. Inside was a massive mound of gold, silver, and precious gems. Even a few bits of decorated armor and swords where among the vast pile of treasure and riches.

A small noise could also be heard though, like another tiny gust of wind that rythmically would go and then stop, and then go every few moments in between.
 
At the third or fouth split of the tunnel, she started to freak out a little. As the breeze, or what she hoped was the breeze, started to make nosie, she almost jumped out of her skin. Shaking her head as she relized it was only the breeze, she tugged once more on the rope, making sure it was still secure. Venturing father, she held her staff out in front of her, the light blooming a foot or so in front of her.

Soon, she saw the small glint, seeing that something was reflecting off her light. Forgetting her early fear, she rushed towards it, hearing the slow rhytmical breeze. To joyful about the moutain of riches that must lay ahead, she ingore the goose bumps that ran up and down her arms, something in the back of her mind repeating that the breeze was strange and sounded almost like... Breathing.

Stopping in her tracks, she blinked. Breezes don't breath, she conclued, contiueing into the cave where the mast tresure lay.
 
Already within the cavern, the noise stopped as her foot steps scrapped against the stone floors. There was no more noise in the room, the breathing stopped as if gone away. The treasure glinted even more off the walls not, causing small beads of golden and multicolored light to shine on the walls. It made the dark, dank room look very pretty, and the treasure itself was the most breathtaking.

There was no sign of any dragon though, no, it seemed to really be gone. No smell of fire, or death in the cavern.
 
Still a little jumpy, she held her staff out in front of her, twirling in a circle, seeing that there was no dragon, no fire, no... anything. Except for the incredibly breath taking piles of tresure. Setting down her staff, she dragged the chest behind her, kneeling down and picking up a handful of the tresure, letting slid thru her fingers. She did it once more, almost as if were unreal. She had always been one for fairy tales, and she couldn't belive her luck. No dragon, mounds of tresure, and even with giving half to the noble man she had struck a deal with, she would be rich beyond her wildest dreams. Popping open the chest, she began to fill it with tresure, filling it to the brim. Closing the lid, she began to push it towards the entrance of the carven, grunting with the effort.

Stopping as she came to the entrance, she turned and leaned against the chest, breathing hevily and looking around for her staff.
 
As she carried away a small portion of the treasure away to the entrance the sound of coins and gems shifting could be heard, as if she had disturbed the placement as sections of it would come cascading down upon her. It did not happened though, but a low rumble could be heard. Something was inside with her. The sound of scratching, like swords scratching stone sounded. "Mmmmm.....it has not been a century already has it?" came a deep questioning voice.

She would see the shadow of a large figure, serpentine neck rising up over the treasure and peering around. Two large glimmering eyes would fall upon her as if torches where sending light to her. "Mmmm...I see I have a visitor after so long," a large sweeping tail slid before the entrance. "Are you in a hurry little thief?"
 
Finding her staff, she lifted it as the slow rumble started. Jumping up, she held the staff out in front of her, her heart beating so fast she thought it would leap out of her chest. She let it drop from her hands as the large dragon emerged from the pile of tresure, her heart stopping.

As her heart coutiened its frenzied beating, she grabbed her staff again, holding it in front of her as her mind race. As the dragon spoke, she stiffened, her eyes flattening against her head. Her tail curled tightly around her leg, and she jerked her head as she relized that the dragon was blocking the only exit.

Backing up against the chest, she still held the staff out in front of her, as if it could offer some protection. Trying hard not to stutter over her words, she let out what she hoped was a terrifing, comading voice. In turned into more of a squeak.

"N-no..."
 
The dragon let out a snort, perhaps a small chuckles, rings of smoke shooting from his nostrils. "Forgive me......though it seems you've been helping yourself to my collection," he said. There was no way of talking out of this, if anything was true of the rumors of dragons, there collections where like there children, and they did not need to count it to know some went missing.

"The last one to touch my treasure....well....he did not make it very far cat thief," he said to her, he was now looming down upon her, his face feet from her, his head far larger then hers, his ivory horns glistening like polished marble. He was surprisingly light in color, his scales almost icey blue.

"Now.....it's very rude to come into ones home unannounced, what is your name," he said the tone in his voice commanding.
 
She squeaked as he came closer, pressing her back into the chest and holding out her staff. She looked up at him, barely being able to hide the fear in her eyes. She knew from various fariy tales that dragons knew every cent of there tresure, and were able to detect when even a small coin was missing.

She let out another squeak as his face loomed closer to her, her grip on her staff, turning her knuckles white. Looking up at him as he spoke, horrible things ran thru her mind about what could have happened to the man, her imagination being an overactive one.

She couldn't take her eyes off his as he spoke, her bright pink ears twitching back and forth. One stayed pressed against her head, while the other twitched back and forth as he spoke. She listened as he comanded that she tell him her name, gulping. Swallowing again, she timbly said in a small whisper,

"J-jessie..."
 
"Hmmm...Jessie....a bit uncommon for your kin I'd think...catgirl," he spoke. He moved away from her, to sniff at the chest she sat upon. "My....you've taken seventeen of my favorite gems, and much of my gold and silver," he commented as if by simply smelling it told him the contents. His warm breath blew up under her clothing.

"Why come and steal from a dragon....would not a fat stupid king heavely guarded with men be an easier taerget for a thief?" he questioned her. "Perhaps rumor of my death has brought some bravery....and your in debt with a lord of sorts hmmm?" he asked. It was wise to not tell a dragon everything about oneself, but it was wiser not to anger one either.

"How did you plan to make it down my mountain so heavily burdened hmm?" He was curious, many believed they could carry it down, but sadly the winds would knock any fool from the peak, and even snap all but the strongest of ropes.
 
She watched him as he moved over to sniff the chest, stiffing again as she felt his breath run up her clothing. She tilted her head slightly, curious to how he knew what was in the chest. She rembered a few gems, but hadn't counted them. Slowly listening as he spoke, she bit her lip, the truth being that she had thought that the dragon was long gone, and there would be no threat.

Thinking for a small moment, she decied to lie.

"A noble made me come... he threated me." Biting down on her lip, she looked up at the dragon, trying to keep an innocent look in her eye. "I'm sorry..." She was far from sorry, but she wanted to leave this carven alive. She. Thought about his second question for a second, and said

"The noble was supposed to come with a horse and carrige once I show him proof that there was tresure here..."
 
The dragon moved to once more be level with her face, his eyes seemed to look so sharply at her, it was as if he could see through her clothing. "Hmmm...lying to a dragon can have dire consequences dear kitten, but you are not being fully untrue either....no i think your here because you thought me long gone.....I cannot blame your thinking, as i have not stretched my wings in decades," he yawned once more in front of her, his mouth full of rows of sharp teeth, inches long.

"Pardon me," he said very proper. He stretched his wings, they almost creaked with the lack of use, he beat them once causing her clothing to lift up, her parka coming clean off of her. "Oh that feels so much better....now if only that blasted itcxh will go away," he said, it seemed he was trying to scratch at a place in his scaled back he could not reach.
 
She froze as the dragon came level with her face, her eyes widening in fear. She couldn't speak, trembling as he easily saw thru her lie. She watched him spoke, unable to take her eyes off of him. She clenched her staff tightly between her hands, both ears once again pressed flat against her head. She squeaked as he yawned, seeing the long rows of sharp, deadly teeth.

She yelped as he flapped his wings, her parka coming clean off. She was wearing a thin pesents blouse, and a thick wool skirt. She stared at the dragon as he tried to reach some scratch, part of her wishing he would just eat her and get it over with, and a small nagging voice in the back of her mind telling her it wouldn't be that easy.
 
He grew frustrated with his failed attempts. "Mmmm...if...perhaps i part with a gem...might you help me?" he asked her she was small enough to reach the spot, and could climb yup his spikes and scales to get to it. "Just...come up onto my back...and scratch between my wings...if you do this you may take a gem for your noble friend," he told her.

He lowered a wing down to let her climb up easier, whether she chose to or not might determine her fate, not to mention the safest place to be on a dragon, was probably it's back.
 
She bit on her lip, the offer of one of his gems sparking her intrest. It would be enough for her, and she could just tell the noble their had been no tresure at all. Someone else could get eaten, as long as it wasn't her. She watched as he lower his wings, knowing from a fariy tale she had read the it was safest on a dragons back.

She slowly clammbered on to his back, careful to avoid any sharp looking spikes. Slowly reaching her hand out, she scracthed right between his wings, her other hand reaching out to touch his scales. They were strange, and she had never felt anything like it before.
 
His scales where almost like gems themselves, they shined like polished metal and where as touch as the finest steel, though they seemed light and almost hollow as she would soon feel. "Ah...yes...that's it," he said his voice sounding very pleased as her nails dug into him. He even shifted to his scales would lift and she could scratch under them. She'd notice his skin was like leather, though smooth and warm beneath the scaled armor.

"Ah that feels much better...thank you,"he said, his tail moving to grab her around her middle, and he lowered her to the floor. "Now....pick your gem...make it count, my generosity is thin when it comes to my treasures. "But make haste...i feel more urges and hunger after my rest."
 
She coutied to scatch his scales, suprised at their strong steel feel, yet they felt hollow. She saw his scales rise, showing the skin that laid beneath. She tilted her head the other way as she saw his skin, running a finger along it. It felt excatly like leather, but felt smooth. She squeaked again as his tail wrapped around her waist and set her on the ground, nodding her head.

Looking around, she looked for the biggest gem she could find, her eyes stopping on a large emraled. Next to it lay a smaller sappire, and her eyes were draw to it as she saw the deep blue it held. Although the emrald was bigger and probly worth more, she thought the sappire was betuiful, and went over to pick it up. Happy that she was getting out alive, and with a sappire no less, she started her way to the carven entrance, thinking of how she would spend her sappire.
 
He watched her study his trove, his instincts to snap her up in his jaws fior even daring to touch it was high, but he would not break his word. He watched her eyes dart to the largest of his emeralds, his most favorite of the green gems. But he was surprised she went for a smaller sapphire. He watched her scramble upp to get it, as she did her skirt hicked up a bit showing her bum. He licked his lips.

"Now hold cat thief.....your going to leave without a goodbye or finals words...that is very rude," his tail once more grabbed her middle. He lifted her up. "I have another request....maybe more to your liking....is you allow me to sate my desire....or to become my servant, you may take two gems, one for your noble, the others to keep...but you'll remain in my service."
 
She hadn't even though about saying goodbye, her mind on the pretty sappire in her hands. She squeaked as she felt his tail wrap around her once more, feeling him lift her up. She squirmed, placing her hands against his tail and trying to pull herself out of his grip.

As he offered a second gem, she stopped, not understanding what he meant. She pouted as he said she would become his servant, her mind immeditly going to the people who cleaned the nobles houses, and did other chores for them. Even though it meant a second gem, she shook her head. She was no servant, no matter how gems he offered.
 
The dragon looked at her, stern faced. "Very well...you forget I am no human lord...so I will take what I desire then," he told her. He opened his mouth, his rows of teeth once more showing. However he did not bite down upon her, no his tongue moved, licked her face, and wormed it's way down her blouse caressing her neck and sensative breasts underneath her clothing.

It was clear what the beast wanted from her, and it was clear he would just take it if not allowed to. His warm breath washed over her, it did not smell bad, but nor was it a good scent either. He must have been very tidy even if he had been in slumber for so long.
 
She squirmed harder as he metioned he would take what he wanted, struggling in his grip. Yelpping as he opened his mouth, she closed her eyes tightly as she waited to be eaten, her eyes flashing open as his tounge ran along her neck and breasts. She blushed brightly, squirming harder in his grip.

"S-stop!" She stuttered, her face growing brighter. She felt his breath on her, his breath barable. She began to struggle, thrasing in his grip.
 
His tongued touched her, sliding over her body, and the most sensitive parts of her body where available to him. "You rejected my offer...now I will take my plunder," he said to her, with delicate movements be began to peel her clothing off of her body, much like one would tear a gift open, though not in such a hurried manners. Her undergarments where left, her smooth skin almost fully bare.

"Now Kitty theif....prepar to feel something you'll soon grow to love," he replied, he stared deeply into her eyes, there was the slightest glimmer in his, as his magicks worked into her mind, making her body feel warm and hot.
 
She yelpped again as his tounge ran over her body, squirming in his grip. She whimpered at his words, blushing as she felt him slowly start to peel off her clothes, starting to struggle harder. She blushed darked as he left her in nothing but her undergarments, wrapping her tail around herself.

She started fearfully into his eyes as she saw the slight glimmer in her eyes, sunndley starting to feel really warm.
 
His mental prob pushed into her mind, hitting her sensual feelings. She was young, but curiosity of things where deeply planted inside of her. "Feel it?' he asked her knowing he would slowly arouse her, making her more cooperative to his needs. He sent pulses of pleasure into her, his own feral energy fueling his spell.

He had slumbered for far to long, he needed releif, and he was going to make her share in his need.
 
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