A Catgirl and her Sensei

Born out of an idle comment by Raura's player, I (Fallen Fury) decided to write this in an attempt to get the imagery out of my head. Little background here, Christmas 2005 had a CoH/CoV special event where presents would appear randomly through-out Paragon City/the Rogue Islands and when opened would display "Naughty!" or "Nice!" and if you'd been naughty, a number of Winter Horde monsters would appear and attack you.

Raura is (C) her player, Fallen Fury/Miyamoto Mekura (C) me. Permission is granted to redistribute so long as this entire story, including this copyrights statement and the above explanation, are maintained unedited.
-Yarid-

Naughty or Nice

“Another batch of Winter Horde,” Fallen Fury's sigh is evident even through her helmet. “Every one of these presents has five or six of the snow-creatures hidden inside.”
“Raura is bad kitten?” her partner asked, peering up at the armored figure anxiously. “Sant' Claus unhappy?”
“You're fine, Raura,” Fury chuckles at the look on the catgirl's face as she ruffles her hair. “Good cat, Raura.”
“Mrroww!” The catgirl preens in pleasure for several minutes before her face clears and she looks back at Fallen Fury. “If Raura good... Fallen Fury naughty?”
“Always, dear one, but that's neither here nor there.”
“Nyo.”
Several hours later, even Fallen Fury's optimism had shattered as not a single present contained more than a number of very unhappy icemen. Raura had been reduced to murmuring “Bad kitty” under her breath in an undertone. Dejected, they returned to Fury's secret base.
“Sorry we couldn't find anything, Rarau. Does your owner need you back yet?”
“No. She's at school.” Raura's English improved any time she thought of her young owner. Fallen Fury nodded, then pointed at a couch.
“Make yourself comfortable, kit. I'm going to get out of this tin-can.”
“Okay, Kura-chan!”
“Don't call me Kura-chan,” Fury wearily replied.
“Yes, Kura-chan!”
“Sigh...”
Fallen Fury let it go at that, slipping out of the room and in to her bedroom easily despite the weight of her armor. The catgirl had a good heart, as long as she didn't start over-thinking things. More often than not, Raura considered things as a cat would, not a human, and cats place enemies in two groups- hospitalized or dead.
Fury slipped out of her armor and stood admiring herself in the mirror momentarily. Aside from a light scar under her eye, she was unmarred. At twenty-six, she stood nearly seven feet tall, but all of it was a smooth and supple olive-skin hue. Had she remained in her own country, and stayed out of “that damn hero business” as her grandmother had wanted, she would have been able to acquire a husband with the best credentials. Her breasts, she had once been told analytically, would surely catch a husband with Status.
Fury cast about for something baggy and comfortable to wear. She found it, an old Crey T-shirt that must have been made for a giant; it was long enough to reach to her knees, which made it special enough to keep despite her loathing of all Crey Tech stood for. Once she placed it on, she felt much more like Miyamoto Mekura again, rather than her adopted name.
“Do you want a beer?” she called out as she returned to her lounge. She shook her head. “I mean, a root beer. I keep forgetting you're not old enough for the real stuff, kit.” She glanced sharply at Raura as she didn't hear a reply. Then she sighed.
“Raura, why are you crying?”
“Bad kitty,” Raura snuffled. “She would punish me, but she's not here.”
“Crisis of conscience?” Mekura offered flippantly, then sighed. “Raura, you're not a bad kitty. It's not your fault all the presents had monsters in them. That's just someone's idea of a cruel joke.” Raura shook her head in denial.
“No. Bad kittens don't get presents. She said so.”
“Ay'cha navid- Look, kit, you're a hero. Heroines get presents. We're always good, by definition.”
“Raura didn't. Raura's a bad kitty and a bad heroine!” Raura burst into tears again and Mekura sighed.
“Look, what'd make you feel better?”
“She punishes me when Raura's bad.”
“She's not here.” Mekura blinked as Raura fixed her with a decidedly heartrending look.
“You are.”
Mekura muttered a curse under her breath, then sighed. Clearly there was nothing for it but to punish Raura as gently as possible for her “badness” and then be done with it.
“Come here, kit.” As Raura's tears began to abate, she picked up the less than four-foot catgirl and set her stomach on her lap, so that Raura was bent over her knee. She delivered a few soft pats just below Raura's tail.
“That enough, kit?” she asked. Raura shook her head silently. Mekura sighed again, then drew back her hand and delivered a resounding slap.
“Mew!” Raura cried in shock. It had been hard enough to make Mekura's hand sting, and she carefully ignored the answering tingling between her legs.
“Who's a bad kitty?” she asked rhetorically, delivering a second smack.
“Raura!” the kitten replied unrepentedly. “Spank me, 'kura-chan!”
“I've told you-” SMACK! “-not to call-” SMACK! “-me 'kura-chan!” SMACK-SMACK!
“Yes, Mekura! Harder!”
Mekura spanked the kitten harder and harder, her other hand slipping down to caress between her legs. With each hit, the catgirl replied with a resounding mewling cry. Those cries were becoming husky with pain and with... something else. Mekura could feel a wet spot below where she was hitting, and from what she could see, that spot had started very much lower.
“Bad kitten!” she cried finally, as her climax hit. She spanked Raura once more then stopped with a wheezing moan as her brain exploded into cosmic dust. She was spinning dizzily, her hand almost raw with pain and her cunt burning, but the pain only sent her wheeling into another orgasm as she thought of it.
She finally came down and opened her eyes to see Raura peering interestedly at the hand between Mekura's legs.
“What are you doing?” she asked innocently.
“It's...” Mekura considered a moment. “It's how I punish myself for being bad,” she said. At least at the moment it was true.
“Oh.” The catgirl considered that a moment. “Will you do it to me next time?”

The End