Chapter 0 - Sometimes you should just ask.

Louise sits by her magic candle light reading yet another theory book on the mind of a familiar. The twin moons are high, their lights making her bed seem more and more pleasant. The thought crosses her head yet again to just give up on ever figuring things out, but she brushes it aside.

Vallière do not give up, at best they put succeeding off for a bit, but never give up. And Louise is a true Vallière, blood as noble as they come.

The telltale footsteps of annoyance sound on their way to her room, and she puts down her book. Only one problem would find its way to her at this hour in boots.

“Heeey!” Silver locks of hair make themselves known as a girl in a large white cloak sorta flops through her door. The cloak is lined with complicated dark red runes, making it more of a maze than a fashion choice, one Louise’s eyes barely even scan anymore.

Slit red eyes with a spiral of white stemming from the white pupil peer from behind the hood, a bottle in her hand and a bitter stench clear. “Ugh, what, no hey back?”

Louise scoffs. “It’s three in the morning.”

“Is it?” She raises her white gloved hands up, pushing back her hood. “Aauuh! Why do I have to wear my hood all the time again?”

“You don’t.” Louise sighs, “almost every boy at the school has seen you nude, hiding your ears is just dumb.”

“Hehe..” She strokes the fluffy appendages on her head. “Don’t forget the girls!”

Louise sighs. “I didn’t, trust me.”

The dark caramel skinned girl makes her way to Louise’s desk. “Ooh, whatcha reading?”

“A book on you.” Louise answers honestly. “Au-no-”

The girl flips through it, eyes scanning, and a few seconds later places it back down. “Page two hundred seventy three has some nice insight, the rest is garbage.”

“Gah-just tell me!”

“Nu-uh, read the book.” The girl giggles as she sits down on Louise’s bed, taking another drink from her bottle. She looks so harmless like that, so small, so young. Age didn’t make her any older, that’s for sure.

“Fine…” Louise picks the book back up. “Two seventy, two seventy one, two seventy two, two seventy three. You’re sure this holds the magic key to your brain?”

“Mmmmnhmm. I told you didn’t I?” The girl’s gloved hand moves against her whiskered face.

“You know if you hadn’t broken my wand I’d be blowing you out the window right about now.” Louise grunts. “Might just push you instead.”

“You know that actually sounds like a fun idea, that’s it, I’m blowing someone out a window tomorrow.”

“No, no you will not take indecent ideas from me you shameless beast!”
She spins in her chair.

“Oh, see, now that’s just racist.” The silver haired girl mocks. “Go on, read the page.”

With a sigh she does just that, delving into the long winded book with a sense of righteous annoyance. “I don’t see it X… There’s nothing here of importance.” Her hands move to close the book only to be stopped by delicate ones overlapping hers to create a strange cross color visual effect. “Huh?” She asks, at the touch, looking up at her familiar’s swirly eyes.

“Read it again, for me? Right in the middle.”

“This chapter is about housepets…” Louise trails.

“Please.”

Her eyes trail back to the page. “Middle, middle… I don’t see it.”

“Read it out loud.”

“Not all instances of bad behavior can be trained out, some familiars are too much like pets, and exhibit a lot of the same traits. In this way, sometimes bad behavior is the master’s fault-X.” Louise scowls, “It is not my fault you can’t follow simple directions.”

“Read further!” Furry silver ears twitch.

“Grr…” Louise’s eyes go back to the passage. “Sometimes when a familiar is misbehaving what they are really doing is sending a message to their master they can’t properly communicate. Perhaps something they need, or they really want but are too embarrassed to effectively convey. If your familiar is misbehaving frequently, it might pay to look back on the incidents and try to connect a common thread. Really focus, and ask yourself; what could my familiar want from-”
Heat rises through Louise’s body, centering on her face as her familiar’s hand grips hers firmer, and a soft silver tail wraps around her waist. “It’s not a very good book.” Her familiar says, hot breath caressing her face. “But I think it might not be total rubbish.What say you, Master?”

“I-I think it’s…” Dots alight like wildfire across her body, electric lines connecting at the speed of light. “You-I think it’s ablest misinformation,” she says to the best of her abilities, breaths becoming hard to take in. “I think if my familiar had a motive like that, she’d tell me.”

“She would?” A dark hand reaches up to brush aside bubblegum pink hair and caress Louise’s cheek. “What would that sound like?”

“It-it would-would, sound.. Like, aum... “

“Hmm? I didn’t quite catch that, Master. Please, repeat it for your lowly companion.” Fingers dip, rubbing against Louise’s shoulder, and slowly moving down her arm.

“Like, begging.” Louise gets out. “She would know not to expect reward from bad behavior, and beg for attention from her master instead.”

“Would she now?” Fingers reach Louise’s hips, gently gliding down to rub at her legs, spreading more fire with every touch. “Would she really be willing to do that? What if she’s too prideful for her own good?”

Gulp “She, would-would…X where are your gloves?”

“I wonder...” A faint chuckle escapes her familiar’s lungs as her bare hand moves to her inner thigh.

Louse closes her legs out of reflex, moving to cover them. “Bad familiar, know your place.”

“I do.” X’s whiskers twitch as her face draws near her master’s. The heat building in Louise’s body doubles on the spot, “right here, with my Master.”

“I-disobedience…”

Soft lips brush against hers, and the heat moves outwards, overwhelming her senses. A mantle hits the floor, followed by a skirt. Fingers intertwine and suddenly, as if having missed the movement entirely her back hits the soft cushion of her bed.

“X is sorry, Master.” Searing kisses trail down Louise’s neck, and Louise is surprised to realize she has no idea where her shirt is. It’s not on her, that’s for sure. “X told Master a lie.”

“Uah-X, X lied?” Louise gasps, heat attacking her nerves internally to match every kiss.

“X told Master she countered the familiar rune’s brainwash.” She begins moving back, kisses trailing lower with every inch. “X never did anything like that. Why would she?”

“Au-wh-”

“X isn’t worthy of love.” Her lips reach her master’s underdeveloped breasts. “But just this once, if only for tonight. Please, Master. Let X show you the true extent of her feelings.”

“I-I-gaua!”

And those lips encompass her master’s nipple. Her tongue has become very popular amongst the students since she was summoned, and with this Louise can tell why. Rough enough to bring her to the edge of pain, but used delicately enough to overwhelm instead.

It’s too much too quickly, “X-hau-I-please, gentle!” Her fingers break free from her Familiar’s hands to run through her silver hair instead, it’s soft, almost like fur, making it all too easy to try and pull her towards her. Pressure builds quickly in her stomach, as if some kind of hot rope has formed there and is battering her walls in an attempt to break free.

The feeling reminds her of the one who betrayed her, of long nights crying in his arms while he promised her she was special, his. She closes her eyes, battering the memories away with her familiar’s tongue, aching need realizing itself. “X, I-”

Fingers glide down her thighs, and then back up their inner counterparts. This time she spreads her legs, allowing her silver kitten entrance. “It’s, are you sure about this, X?” She asks, on the verge of something big, she can feel it inside her, thrashing, ready to break loose.

No words are spoken, but an answer is given nonetheless, as fingers grace her nether lips. She’d have thought that with how often her familiar gets around she’d be impatient, quick, but no such thing shows itself. Teasing and slow, every little movement is meant to build her up and make the pressure unbearable, gratification is ignored, tossed to the cruel wind inside her instead.

“X-X please-”

Her familiar’s mouth moves to her other breast without even pause to speak, and she trembles. “X!”

With a single well placed flick of her fingers and tongue in tandem, a gate is broken with the force of a battering ram. “X, I, Aauu!” Clean white sheets are soaked as her insides spasm. “X-that-Gah!”

She’s caught by surprise when her familiar suddenly starts again, and she pulls her away, bare chest heaving with her heavy breath. “X, what are you…”

“Hmm?” Her familiar asks, “why’d you stop me?”

“X-isn’t it my turn to…”

“Huh? Why would it-oh.” Her silver haired familiar laughs at her. “Ahh, you’re so precious.”

“Disrespectful…” Louise pouts.

“Louise, I’m nowhere near done.” The sheer truth to her words hits Louise like a stack of bricks.

“You-you’re not-but-”

“Nn-uh, nope.” Her familiar smirks. “The day is yours, but while the twin moons are high in the sky tonight, I am to show you the full extent of my love. There is no escape.”

“Es-auh!” With a simple movement the heat is reinstated. 
