neko_erza | Punishment Game

Erza was feeling... surprisingly okay about being forced to follow Mirajane's bidding for the majority of the day. She respected Mirajane, she was actually a lot more cute and mature than she used to be and she actually thought serving her might even be fun! That was until her public humiliation a little while ago where she felt the need to spank her in the middle of town where anyone could see her! She was one of the most powerful mages of Fairy Tail and had a certain reputation to maintain... and being seen in a maid uniform spanked for not begging for forgiveness!

Now Erza was in what seemed to be a dungeon of some sort that Mirajane had brought her to, and Erza was now wearing her cat cosplay. She was on her knees with her hands bound behind her back and her ankles tied together so she couldn't fight back no matter what cruel or bizarre punishment Mira had in store for her. In spite of everything that had happened so far, Erza was still holding onto her pride and refusing to back down. "Mira, I'll do as you ask. I'll wear what you ask, but you can't make me say anything I don't wish to say."

There was a certain line that Erza was drawing in the sand, and that was not playing into this subservient script that Mira had worked out in her head. She wasn't going to beg, meow, or do anything that would disgrace her pride as a Fairy Tail mage, so Mira could do whatever she liked to punish her. She only had 24 hours, what could she do? Erza might live to regret not pondering that question a bit further.

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Despite her typically demure nature, Mirajane was not one to ever light the opportunity for this sort of fun to pass her by. Erza was her best friend and rival, as well as being cute and strong, so this was even more of an opportunity that may never come around again. The fact Erza was being so stubborn about this only got Mirajane even more excited. Most people give up immediately. As cute as she thought crying was, she preferred there to be some effort. If she could get Erza to...

She was disappointed that she couldn't go further with the public humiliation, but there were also other things she would rather do privately. She was in Satan Soul form, standing over Erza. She knew Erza was prideful, but she was surprised she was so determined to not meow of all things. Getting her into the cat outfit was so easy in comparison, but that was fine.

Her tail slapped the ground. She took Erza's chin in a clawed hand and gently brushed her cheek with a thumb. "A cute little kitty cat should do nothing but 'meow, meow, meow', don't you think, Erza?"

Mirajane wasn't the only one who felt a certain level of excitement at all of this. She knew Mirajane was powerful, but she knew she had her limits and wouldn't do anything too extreme. Yet with every moment the two of them were together, her expectations were thrown out the window as Mirajane got more and more crazy. There was a certain amount of dread... not quite fear, but almost an excitement at what the heck Mirajane planned to do with her next.

She sucked in her breath when she heard the slap of the demon's tail, causing her breasts to almost push out of her kitty cat outfit with the air filling her lungs. She was doing a remarkable job of keeping calm even as the claw stroke her soft cheek, but her nerves were certainly on edge. She looked up at Mirajane and tried her best to just shrug nonchalantly as if there was nothing she need fear. "I may dress like a cat, but I'm not a cat. Besides, how often do you hear Happy meow?"

Talking back? Was she seriously not only defying Mirajane's request but talking back to her as well? Well, they were in private now so she didn't need to worry about public humiliation as much anymore. She could always drag her outside, but... there was an almost sinking feeling that the demon of their guild was going to go even more all out now that they were alone.

Mirajane had a strange sense of trust in Erza. Mostly, this trust was the knowledge that the woman was physically and mentally strong enough to handle whatever would be thrown at her, which left Mirajane in the unique position of not having to hold back. The thought made her more excited than even she had anticipated, but she was not surprised considering how few people there were she would be interested in going all out on and could actually handle it.

She knew Erza long enough to know the other woman liked this as well. Mirajane got a kick out of embarrassing her prideful rival, but she also got a thrill out of how Erza pushed back. Although she hadn't thought about it, this was something she had wanted for a long time.

"I hear a lot of talking, but still not much meowing." She produced a riding crop from the air and slapped one of Erza's breasts with it.

There was certainly a respect between the two of them. Erza had lived her childhood tortured and enslaved, so she was no stranger to punishment and was not the kind of woman to break no matter what was thrown at her. What she wasn't necessarily accustomed to was this strange sort of sexy torture, where it was almost playful and yet demanding. Was she supposed to swallow her pride here and just play along? Should she defy Mirajane at every turn? Or should she just stay quiet and accept it? There was a certain intriguing level of intimacy to all this, but in spite of all the trashy romance novels she read she didn't know how she should be handling it.

"Eeep!" The whip slapping into her breast actually elicited a surprisingly feminine sound from the normally stoic Erza. The leather of the crop didn't feel that bad, but the force of the blow still was alarming, and it brought her back to her embarrassment earlier when her butt was being spanked in front of an excited crowd. Her eyes were shut tight as she winced, and had no choice but to accept the beating because honor dictated that Mirajane was in control of her fate today.

"I'm not going to meow!" She wiggled a bit in her confines to try to straighten herself back out after her breast was so roughly attacked.

That squeaky 'eep' made Mirajane's heart flutter. It was the hidden cuter, vulnerable side of Erza and managing to make that come out from a lashing was a thrill.

"You're such a bad pussycat, Erza. Good kitties get rewards. Don't you want a reward?" She definitely wanted Erza to play along, but at the same time she wanted the woman to resist. It was a careful balance that she hoped to get, especially seeing as this may very well be a once in a lifetime opportunity.

She reached out to place a hand on Erza's head. She gently scratched the woman's head like one would an actual cat. "Why don't you be a good kitty? My cute little kitty..."

"Dare I ask what kind of rewards you have in mind?" Given the situation, she was thinking that punishment might be better for her than 'rewards' that would weaken her resolve. The last thing Erza wanted was this to turn into something she'd ever be tempted to do again, and if she had her way Mirajane would be begging her for mercy when their time was up.

Erza bowed her head, not wanting to look Mirajane in the eyes when she was being pet like... a pet. This was humiliating, but a humiliation she could endure... she would endure! Would it hurt to play along just a little though? Erza's head titled slightly into the fingers so that she could rub a little bit into the stroking hand, but that was as far as she was going to go, she swears!

"I'm not a kitty, good or bad." She was saying it in part because she knew it would antagonize Mira a little bit not to even acknowledge her status as a cat.

"But I'll give you one solitary thing. Ahem! Meow." It was probably the most deadpan and unenthusiastic meow that was ever heard.

"...Oh!" Mirajane's eyes grew wide. Did that happen? Her heart skipped a beat. "You're so cute, Erza. This is why I'm happy you're mine today." She sounded like someone fawning over an actual cat.

But more importantly she managed to break Erza, even if only a bit. Erza's concession to meow even once was all Mirajane needed to keep her going. The fact the meow had no heart put into it was only relevant in that it made her want one that was better. It most certainly did not sate her, even though it brought a grin to her face.

"But you can do better. Again. Let me hear my pretty kitty." She took that riding crop in her hand and whipped it against both of Erza's breasts.

"C-Cute!?" Don't call her cute! She's fierce, and ferocious! Calling her cute just makes her feel-

"Eeek!" Another feminine squeak came out of Erza when she was whipped across her breasts, the breasts themselves giving an elastic bounce. Ack! She never should have given in to any of this, even for a moment! Give a crazy dominatrix like Mirjane an inch and she takes a mile! Only Mirajane could get cracking through Erza's defenses this way. Any other person trying this would be met with icy cold defiance, but because there was a measure of respect between them, things like being called cute had moee impact.

"A-Absolutely not! That's the only one you get! Now stop it."

Erza's demands were of no concern to Mirajane. The only concern she had at the moment was deciding which were cuter: Erza's meow or her pained squeak. Either way, chipping away at Erza's (metaphorical) armor was a rush.

"What a cranky cat. This is no way to treat your owner."

She walked around Erza while slapping the crop in one of her hands. She did it hard enough to make a cracking sound louder than when she had hit Erza. Once on the other side of the woman, she came to a stop.

"I'm still willing to reward you for good behavior. But..." She put her foot against Erza's back and ground the heel into her body while forcing the woman to fall forward. "I have to punish bad behavior."

Punishment Game

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