Kioko, A Nekojin woman

Today was the day Kioko had been waiting for, though how excited she wasn't sure. Part of her was, it was her 18th birthday so she would finally be leaving the auction house, but that was also the issue. While living in the auction house wasn’t the best life, living in rather cramped dorms with a multitude of other demi-humans, it was at least a stable one. Her future was now put into the hands of the highest bidder, and Kioko had heard some rather unpleasant rumors about some of the people who bought demi-humans. She could only hope these were just that, unfounded rumors, or at the very least hope she wouldn’t be placed in such a home.

Regardless of her trepidation on the day, there was a bubble of excitement that kept swelling inside of her. Auction day was something all the kids of the house looked forward to, as that would be the day they would receive their first Master and start their new life. Kioko woke up from an uneasy sleep, the anxiety of the day building up throughout the night. Her bed seemed stiffer than usual, though that was likely a side effect of her nerves. Regardless, she quickly jumped out of bed and started grooming herself in the mirror. It was a shared, communal bathroom for many of the other children, though thanks to her restless sleep none of them were up just yet, leaving the room to herself.

She started with her long black hair, brushing it into a more presentable state. It wouldn’t matter that much as she would be taking a bath later, but she used the slow, repetitive act to help calm herself when she was stressed, and today was no exception to that. Her pointy cat ears usually stood up at attention on top of her head, but not being much of a morning person, they drooped downward to the side. It made it easier to brush at the very least, even if they were a little sensitive. She took great care in the act, being sure to not stimulate them too much.

Once finished she moved onto her tail, which had similar issues to her ears. She was careful as she brushed along its length, taking care not to tug at it too much as she did. It was inevitable that the brush would snag on something, catching on some of her fur and causing her tail to pull taunt. A surprised moan escaped her lips as she quickly clamped them shut, her eyes darting around the empty room. Taking a sigh of relief, she was thankful no one else bore witness to such an act. It wasn’t lady-like to act in such a…vulgar manner.

The mistress of the house spent no small amount of time training the youngins of the auction house how to act in a dignified manner. Etiquette and grace training seemed to be a large portion of what Mrs. Taki focussed on, so Kioko made sure to pay close attention to those lessons. There was another set of unspoken expectations placed upon the demi-humans, mainly amongst the girl population of the house. It was a hushed topic that they were forbidden from talking about, even if it wasn’t really a secret. A majority of buys were wealthy, mostly single men, so it wasn’t a hard deduction what was in store for the girls they bought.

Some of the demi’s in the house compared it to slavery, though if Mrs. Taki heard such talk they would be severely punished. Kioko was unsure how she felt about it. She had no idea how to survive in the world outside of the house, someone buying and taking care of her sounded like an easy life, even if she had to work or do…other things for it. The fact that they paid for her would mean they would actually want her at the very least, which is a lot more than some married couples could boast. She would be desired, useful, able to indulge in such personal pleasures while reciprocating the same to her master. There were worse ways to live.

Nekojin were rather sexual in nature as a race, Kioko being no exception. It was partly what made Nekojins such appealing vassals and why Kioko knew what her future would hold. The worry that arose in Kioko wasn't about the act itself, but who she would be doing the act with. She had it in her head that her first time would be a hot, young master she was attracted to. It would be a romantic event, with lots of kissing and touching and staring into each other’s eyes. Passions flying freely between the two as their bodies intertwined with each other. The two of them drowning in the pleasure of each other until the sun came up. But it was all too common for this to not be the case, and Kioko knew it, even though she wouldn’t admit it to herself. She chose instead to keep hopeful in the face of overwhelming odds, hoping for her fairytale ending.

Playing through the fantasy again in her head did no favors for her composure. Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she attempted to return to grooming herself. That…didn’t go well. Her mind was too fuzzy while there was a mild itching sensation from down under. She squirmed in her seat as she tried to brush her hair some more, her thighs rubbing together in discomfort. Accidentally pulling her tail was an ember that would have gone out on its own, yet Kioko fed it kindling in the form of her fantasies, and now it became a blazing inferno.

At some point, Kioko had stopped grooming her hair and started grooming a more needy location. A few times she had tried to stop herself, telling herself that doing so was vulgar and undignified. Her self-control only lasted a few moments before her hands would migrate downward once again, slipping itself down into her shorts. Soon all of her thoughts were consumed by the feeling, all attempts failing to the overpowering feeling of lust.

Her finger danced around her clit, it swollen and sensitive from her unintentional teasing of it. Kioko sank in her chair, eyes closed and head back. Her breathing became heavy as she did her best to hold back the moans that kept bubbling up into her throat. One hand clasped over her mouth, smothering the few low moans that managed to break free. Her stimulating movements quickened, her hips twitching autonomously due to the building sensation. It became harder and harder to muffle the moans that were building in ferocity, more and more escaping as she teetered close to the edge.

The world around her had disappeared, her entire mind consumed with pleasure and lust. Jolts of electricity jolted through her form, her finger finally managing to tip her over the edge. Her muscles clenched in an intense fervor, shuddering and quaking as her carnal instincts took over. High-pitched grunts and moans left her lips, her hand unrelenting as she rode through her orgasm.

Kioko left herself panting in the chair, her arms and legs falling limp after her intense self-pleasure. Orgasmic aftershocks made themself known periodically, sending pleasurable jolts that made Kioko’s body twitch and spasm for a moment. Her mind was left in a euphoric haze, losing track of where she was and what she had been doing. It could only focus on the post-orgasm afterglow, her mind flooded with pleasurable sensations.

Kioko was shocked from her mindless state by the creaking of a doorknob, Kioko flailing as she almost fell out of her chair. Inside strode the head of the auction house, an older woman named Mrs. Taki. Mrs. Taki barely stood taller than Kioko, being on the shorter side for an adult. She hefted around a little bit of pudge, almost waddling side to side with each step of her stride. Another demi once called her a penguin not realizing she overheard his remark, and the entire house went without dinner for 2 days because of that remark, no matter how true the description fit. She also liked to wear a black blazer over a light-colored shirt, so that wasn’t helping the comparison either.

“I figured you’d be here when you weren’t in your bed.” Mrs. Taki said, her voice being slightly raspy. “Are you ready to be dolled up for the big day?” Kioko wordlessly nodded, not trusting her voice to not crack in emotion. This was it, it was finally happening. The event she had been working towards her entire young life, culminated in the single auction that would dictate her future.

Either Mrs. Taki didn’t notice her trepidation or had seen it enough times to not be phased by it anymore, grabbing Kioko by the hand and leading her away. Usually, the children would wash using a basin of water in their shared bathroom, but auction day called for a difference of venue. Kioko was brought to what was usually a restricted part of the house, to the personal quarters of Mrs. Taki and her husband. Grabbing a key out from her rather ample bosom, Kioko heard the small click of the forbidden door unlocking for the first time. This was her first step in what would be a new chapter in her life, as she would not see the inside of the auction house again.

Kioko gazed widely at the extravagant washroom she was brought into, being nothing like the shared one she knew. The floor consisted of immaculately shiny white tile instead of the never-quite-clean floorboards of her old washroom. And, instead of a wash basin sat an actual tub, with faucets and curtains and showerhead. It had already been filled with water and Kioko could actually see steam rise off of it, something that had never happened with the basin. Not to mention, this bath had been drawn in advance and was still like perfection, just adding to the grace of what she was experiencing. Kioko barely needed Mrs. Taki’s instructions to strip as she eyed the steaming pool of water, being ready to shed her clothing the second she laid her eyes on it.

Lowering herself into the water was like nothing she had ever experienced. The warmth enveloped her entire body, it was just…heavenly. She simply let the heat permeate through her as she let Mrs. Taki do all the work. Having someone else kneed through her hair and wash her body was like having her very own servant, though she didn’t speak that particular thought out loud for her own safety.

As fast as it started it was over, Kioko feeling cleaner than she ever had before. She could only hope that her new home would give her the luxury of a bathtub, possibly even her very own washroom, that would just be wonderful. Wrapped up in a couple of towels, they left her old clothes behind as she had no more need of them. They weren’t up to the standard for an auction in any case, the shirt having gained a few ripped holes within the last month and the pants being super simple with a couple of patches itself. Kioko relished in the thought of wearing some fancy, cute clothing.

She was not disappointed. Kioko had never seen a closet so big before, especially not one you could walk into. Though she knew that her fascination might be overblown, as this might be commonplace amongst the masses. That realization didn’t lessen the overwhelming feeling besetting her, especially once she was instructed to pick out a dress to wear. Should she go long and graceful, or short and provocative? And what about the color? Maybe pick something mute to showcase a sense of maturity, or maybe something bright to present herself as youthful and energetic? It was such a large choice Kioko could stand there all day and not come to a decision. Sadly that wasn’t in the cards, as Mrs. Taki was giving her the look that insinuated she was getting impatient.

After a few moments of hesitation, something caught her eye. A white frilly dress shined like a beacon in the sea of colors, standing out while not being ostentatious. Kioko glided her fingers across the satin fabric and it was the softest piece of clothing she’d ever touched. It was exactly what she was looking for. Elegant yet frilly and fun, bright without seeming childish, just that right amount of riské to entice while not looking crass. It was just perfect, there was no other word Kioko could use to describe it. Carefully, like she would a newborn babe, she lifted the dress off its hanger, holding it up to Mrs. Taki for approval. She wasn’t given a verbal answer, only a slight nod as Mrs. Taki turned around, heading back into the other room.

Kioko quickly followed, taking great care to not fold or crease her chosen dress. Mrs. Taki was waiting in front of a desk with a large mirror adorned on top of it, and a small chair sitting in front of it. Nearby sat a wardrobe hanger which Kioko hung her new dress on, then made her way to the chair. “Now, time to get you all glossed up.”