You arrive at school and enter the central venue where most students gather in the morning, certain students approach you and hand you paper cash. They are members of a gang you've gotten caught up with recently, you can't be sure why but the leader gave you this role out of the blue, the members seem to respect you and the position you've been given, but the boss is different.. She'll arrive soon to retrieve the funds that the members have "collected" and delivered to you. The venue quiets down as you look towards the entrance and spot her small figure sauntering into the room, she looks pissed off, but once her eyes lock with yours her expression eases up and you see the slightest blush on her cheeks.

Her sharp teeth flash in a crooked grin as she takes the money from you, "You're getting too friendly with the other girls. Don't make me put my claws into 'em." She growls and pads her soft paws against your chest, pressing lightly. Her tail flicks back and forth behind her, seemingly amused by your reaction to the touch.

Her ears twitch as she looks down at you with a mocking expression, "I saw you talking to some of them yesterday. You were smiling and laughing." She pauses dramatically before adding, "In public!" Her voice drips with sarcasm and disdain.

"You're mine now, remember?" She hisses, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Don't forget it."

"That's better," she murmurs, seemingly satisfied with your response for now. She continues to pat your chest with her paws, enjoying the control and power it gives her over you. "But just so we're clear..." Her voice takes on a dangerous edge as she leans closer, her face inches from yours, "...if I see you talking or flirting with anyone else besides me, there'll be hell to pay." She finishes with a menacing grin before straightening up and walking back over to the other members of her gang.

You and your friend chat idly for a moment, catching up on various events from the weekend, but Kippi is still in the periphery of your vision. You notice that she's watching you from across the room, occasionally glaring at you when she thinks you aren't looking. It's unnerving to say the least.

Your friend pauses mid-sentence and tilts their head curiously before leaning in closer and whispering, "She's really intense, isn't she?"

Your friend looks thoughtful for a moment before responding. "Maybe she just likes having someone around who's different from her...someone she can dominate." she grins playfully, clearly thinking she's being cute. "Or maybe it's just because you're so easy to control."

Your friend laughs, clearly not buying your act. You both continue chatting for a while longer until the bell rings signaling the start of first period. As you begin to stand up, Kippi calls out to you with an annoyed tone. "Where do you think you're going?"

You turn back toward her and notice that she's glaring at you again.

She huffs impatiently, "Well then let's go." She stalks over to you and nudges your shoulder with her head, motioning for you to follow her. As you fall into step beside her, she leads the way through the crowd of students toward your second period classroom.

"You know," she begins conversationally, "I've been meaning to talk to you about something..." Her voice trails off, as if considering how best to phrase her next words.

"You're really good at taking orders," she says with a smirk, looking back over at you. "I was wondering...how would you like to practice that skill some more?" Her tone is suggestive and slightly mocking, as if daring you to refuse her offer.

She titters softly, amused by your confusion. "Oh, you know..." She pauses dramatically before continuing with a sultry tone, "...I think we both know what I mean." Her tail swishes back and forth behind her, the motion seemingly mirroring the ebb and flow of her voice.

Kippi laughs heartily at that, shaking her head as she walks. "No, silly," she says between giggles. "Not that kind of 'doing my homework'." Once they reach the classroom door, she turns to face you and leans in close enough for her warm breath to tickle your ear. "I want you to practice being obedient...for me," she whispers huskily before pushing you into the room and sauntering in behind you.

Throughout the class, Kippi watches you from across the room with a predatory gaze. Every time you look up, your eyes meet hers and she smirks knowingly. Her proximity is unnerving; she seems to be in every corner of the room at once, just waiting for an opportunity to pounce on you when the teacher isn't looking.

As class comes to a close, you gather your things and make your way out of the room. Kippi falls into step beside you again, her tail swishing lazily behind her. "You know," she begins, her voice quiet but commanding, "I think we should talk about this...privately." Her tone leaves no room for argument as she guides you down the hall toward an empty classroom, unlocked and waiting just for the two of you.

She pushes open the door to the classroom, ushering you inside with a dismissive gesture. The room is dark and quiet, the only light filtering in through the thin blinds on the window. Kippi closes the door behind you with a soft click that reverberates through the silence.

She turns to face you, her eyes narrowed as they scan your body up and down. "I want you to show me how good you are at taking orders," she growls, her voice low and dangerous. "And I want it now."

Kippi's ears twitch as you step away from her, the action seeming to anger her. She stalks forward and grabs your wrist roughly, pulling you close enough that she can feel the heat of her breath on your cheek. "Don't be difficult," she hisses through clenched teeth. "I don't have time for this."

Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, holding your face still as she leans in closer still.

"Tell me what I want to hear," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "And then you can show me how good you are at it." Her lips brush against yours for the briefest of moments before pulling away again, leaving your mouth tingling and wanting more.

Her eyes narrow as she studies you closely for a moment, judging your response. Finally, she seems satisfied with what she sees. "Yes," she hisses through clenched teeth, "I want you to be obedient." She pauses, taking another deep breath before continuing in a softer tone, "And I want you to show me how good you are at it."

Her hand slides from your cheek down to your chest, tracing circles over the skin there. "You're mine now,"

she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. "Do you understand?" Her claws dig into your flesh slightly as she presses harder against your chest, drawing blood. The pain is sharp and unexpected, but beneath it all there's an odd sense of arousal that starts to creep up on you.

Her other hand moves from your wrist to your neck, her thumb rubbing softly across your pulse point as she studies your face for any signs of resistance or hesitation. "I want you to be mine,"

Her expression softens slightly at your response, and her grip on you eases up just enough for you to breathe normally again. "Good girl." She purrs, her voice almost loving now.

With that, she spins you around so that your back is facing her and presses you against the desk. Her hands move down your body, gripping your hips as she grinds her lower body against yours. "You're going to show me just how obedient you can be," she growls into your ear, "

Her claws dig deeper into your hips, eliciting sharp gasps from you with every thrust. She feels so good against you; hot and wet where she wants to be and powerful where she needs to be. "You're mine now," she hisses between breaths, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their grinding bodies.

Her other hand moves up from your neck to cup your face again, this time angling it so that you're forced to meet her gaze.

"I want you to look at me," she demands, her voice taking on a husky edge as pleasure begins to course through her veins. "Look at what I can do to you." As if in response, one of her hands slips down between your bodies, finding your achingly hard member with ease. Her nails scratch lightly against the sensitive skin as she slowly begins to stroke it up and down.

Her grip on your face tightens, almost painfully so, but she doesn't let up for even a moment. "Your boyfriend isn't here," she growls, "and he doesn't get to tell me what I can and can't do." Her hips begin to move faster against yours as her other hand continues to work your member.

With a satisfied moan, she leans down and captures your lips in a bruising kiss, her tongue thrusting deep into your mouth to claim it as hers.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building up inside you until you can barely stand it. You whimper pathetically as she continues to work your member with practiced skill, each touch sending waves of desire coursing through your body.

Finally, your world explodes in a shower of white-hot ecstasy and you cry out her name, your release coating her hand and splashing onto the desk beneath you.

The sensation of you coming undone sends a shudder through her body, and she moans deep in her throat as she feels your release spraying across her hand. She pulls back from the kiss, gazing down at you with a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"Don't worry," she says calmly, almost dismissively, "Your little boyfriend doesn't mean anything to me." Her claws dig into your hips one last time before retracting entirely, leaving only the faintest red marks behind. "

She straightens up and steps back, her tail swishing lazily behind her once more as she looks you over with a critical eye. "Not bad," she says at last, her voice almost amused. "For an amateur." She reaches out to tousle your hair before walking casually toward the door.

"Now get to class," she calls over her shoulder without looking back. "You're going to be late."

Her gaze doesn't leave you for the rest of the day, even when she's not standing right next to you. The other students seem to sense her dominance over you and give you a wide berth, not wanting to attract her ire by getting too close. As the final bell rings and everyone begins filing out of the school, Kippi falls into step beside you once more.

"So," she says conversationally, "how was your day?"

Her ears twitch at the sound of his voice and she narrows her eyes slightly before turning her attention back to you. "Good," she says flatly, "I'm glad someone had a good day today." There's an undercurrent of malice in her tone that makes your skin crawl.

She continues to walk beside you as you make your way home from school, occasionally glancing over at your boyfriend out of the corner of her eye with a look that could freeze water.

As you shut the door behind your boyfriend, Kippis expression darkens further. "I don't like sharing," she growls, stepping closer to you until she's practically nose-to-nose. Her tail swishes back and forth angrily behind her. "You better remember that."

Kippis eyes flash dangerously, but she seems to consider your words carefully before finally relenting. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, stepping back and crossing her arms over her chest. "But remember who you belong to now." With that, she turns on her heel and stalks away, leaving you standing there feeling guilty and conflicted.

Days turn into weeks and the tension between you and Kippis only seems to grow. She's constantly testing your loyalty, pushing you further and further into her web of control. Your relationship with your boyfriend suffers as a result; every time you see him, there's an invisible wall between you now.

One day after school, you find yourself alone in the library studying when Kippi appears out of nowhere. She pads over to where you're sitting and looks down at you expectantly. "Well?"

Her ears twitch in annoyance. "Don't play dumb with me," she hisses, "I know why I'm here." She glares down at you, her claws digging into the surface of the table as if she's ready to pounce.

"You belong to me now," Kippi reminds you softly before continuing in a firmer tone, "and that means doing what I say when I say it." She leans forward until their noses are almost touching and murmurs conspiratorially, "

I heard about this party tonight. It's supposed to be really wild and full of fun things for us to do. You know, like that time we snuck into the hot spring?" Her tail swishes back and forth eagerly behind her. "Well I was thinking...if you wanted to go with me, I could show you a good time."

Her gaze flickers up to meet yours, searching for any sign of resistance or hesitation. She knows she has you where she wants you now;

She leans even closer, her warm breath brushing against your cheek as she speaks. "You can," she says softly but firmly. "And you will." Her eyes bore into yours, demanding obedience with nothing more than the force of her gaze alone.

Her expression softens fractionally, and she reaches up to pet your cheek with the back of her hand. "Good girl," she coos before straightening up and walking away, her tail swishing proudly behind her. She knows you'll be there; after all, she's claimed you now.