Meows

The collar is a rather simple thing; a ring of red leather, a buckle, and that is it. No nametag, no decorations, nothing. The most noteworthy thing about it is that it appears to be padded on the inside, for some reason.

“It must be for Fou.” Artoria argues. “There is no other pet in the facility.”

Oberon gives her a deadpan look. “Are you stupid? Fou’s entire body could walk through this thing. There is no way it can be tightened around its neck.”

“You don’t know that. You’ve never seen Fou up close. You don’t know how big it is.”

“Oh, because you do?”

“That’s not the point! The point is that you can’t base your entire argument on its size when neither of us know how big it is!”

“I don’t need to see it up close to know that this thing is barely the size of a squirrel-”

They both turn their head when they hear the door sliding open. Ritsuka doesn’t even seem surprised to see them in their room. Then again, Artoria and Oberon are far from the only ones to freeload here. “Oh, hi guys.”

“Hi, Ritsuka.” The two of them greet back. Then Oberon takes over: “Hey, help me prove Artoria wrong. Whose collar is this?”

He lifts the offending item up for emphasis. Ritsuka quirks up an eyebrow at the sight, then turns around to fiddle with the door. Artoria hears the click of the lock. Odd. “Where did you get that?”

“In one of your drawers.” Artoria replies. She was- well, okay, fine, she was looking for socks to pelt Oberon with, yes she knows it sounds weird shut up it made sense at the time. But two socks in and she ran into something that was definitely not fabric, and the two of them paused their strife to examine the object, and consequently get into another, stupider argument. As you do.

Ritsuka frowns slightly. Then, after a few seconds, they sigh, and walk up to the two of them. “Must have misplaced it then. Anyways, it’s mine.”

“Wow, genius. We could have never guessed!” Oberon rolls his eyes so hard Artoria fears he might see the back of his eyesocket. “So, what kind of pet did you have? A dog? A cat? Artoria says it’s for Fou, but it’s clearly too big for that.”

Ritsuka stares for a few seconds. They drop on their bed, sitting right next to Artoria. “No, I mean. It’s mine.” Their index finger makes a small circle near their throat. “It’s sized to my neck. That’s why it’s so big.”

Silence suddenly falls in the room.

“… Ritsuka Fujimaru,” Oberon articulates carefully. His voice is ice-cold. “Are you telling me you belong to someone?”

“What? No! No, that’s not legal in this world. There’s no slavery happening here, don’t worry.”

Relief fills Artoria. Considering the world she grew up in, she thinks she can be forgiven for assuming the worst. “So, what? Is it a fashion statement?”

“I- guess??” They shrug. “I just like to pretend to be a kitty cat sometimes. Have you guys never played pretend? For funsies?”

Artoria looks at Oberon. Oberon looks at Artoria. They both know what the other is thinking; pretend, yes, they’re familiar with it. Play, not so much. “… But why?”

“Oh my god.” Ritsuka reaches out to Oberon. “Look, just give me that thing.”

Oberon complies with surprisingly little bitching. Ritsuka snatches the collar off his hands, then wraps it around their own neck. Their fingers work fast on the fastenings, clearly used to the tasks. How many times have they worn this thing before? Do they only do it when they’re alone? They locked the door prior. Do they not want people to see them like this? Artoria can’t understand why. They look great in that collar. Frankly she can’t be faulted for her fashion statement theory because-

Her thoughts are violently interrupted by Ritsuka flopping onto her laps. Actually, they’re tall enough that their head is now on Oberon’s lap, while their stomach lays on her own. “Meow.”

“What, are you doing?” Oberon hisses, both hands raised, as if touching Ritsuka would be liable to get him burned. It would look extremely funny, if Artoria wasn’t equally flustered.

“I’m a kitty cat.” They stretch with all their length, kicking their shoes off on the way. “I demand to be petted. Pet me.”

“You-”

“Shush.” Ritsuka rolls on their side, bringing a hand to mash against Oberon’s lips. “Forget about all the other bullshit. Forget about Masters and servants and duties and whatnot. Right now, there’s only this room, and us three in it. Alright? Just play along, I’m sure you’ll find it relaxing.” Then they strike a pose, bringing a hand behind their ear. “Meow!”

Oberon makes the absolutely most disgusted face at that. Artoria almost makes fun of him for it, but he turns towards her first. “Artoria. Take care of your pet.”

What. “I’m sorry? This,” she makes a vague gesture towards the person sprawled across them both “is very clearly our pet. Don’t reject the responsibility onto me.”

“You’re Ritsuka’s owner. We’ve established that. Repeatedly.”

She feels her face flush. “That was- this is a completely unrelated matter!”

Suddenly, the weight on her laps shift. Clearly, Ritsuka must have gotten bored of their banter- or at least, bored of not getting any pets- because they rise up on their elbows to rub their head against Oberon’s chest. The man makes a high-pitched noise not too dissimilar from that of a kettle. It is very entertaining to see.

“Can’t you teach your dog how to behave?” He glares at her. His human hand has found its way into Ritsuka’s hair, fluffing it. Has he noticed? She’s not sure he’s noticed. Ritsuka was onto something with the whole kitty play thing, this is genuinely the most fun she’s had in a while.

“One, our dog, and two, Ritsuka is well-behaved, it’s you specifically who sucks.” She pats Ritsuka’s back, hoping to get their attention. “Hey, Ritzy, puppy, look at me.”

For a second, she fears that Ritsuka might ignore her call- but thankfully, clowning on Oberon is more important to them than making a fool out of her. They turn to look at her, mouth half open, tongue poking out. She can easily imagine their ears perking up.

“Shake.” She says, extending a hand, palm up. She can’t help but feeling smug when Ritsuka obediently set their hand in hers. “See? They obey me. You just don’t know how to do it right.”

“Oh, that was just a fluke and you know it.”

She glares at him, then diverts her attention back to Ritsuka. “Hey, Ritzy, kitty, let’s prove him wrong, okay? Show him how good you can be.” She rubs their head briefly. “I’ll give you a reward if you do!”

Ritsuka does not reply, as dogs do not speak. They’re committed to their role though, and Artoria is confident that she gave them a good enough reason to keep playing along. “Down.”

As instructed, Ritsuka lays back down, head on Oberon’s knee. “Roll!” They flip on their back. Their shirt rides up slightly, exposing their belly. Artoria wastes no time getting her hands on there, rubbing with all her might. “Good pup!”

Ritsuka visibly preens, overcome with pride. Oberon openly cringes. “That’s your reward? This sucks. You’ve been petting them without tricks the whole time. Do you take joy from scamming your pets, Artoria?”

“Cranky because they obey me more than you, aren’t you.” Artoria sticks her tongue out at him. Then, she shuffles through her pocket. “Joke’s on you, I have an actual reward! Behold! A treat!”

She quickly unwraps the item, then presents the piece of candy to the other two. Artoria was raised in a barn. She knows all about the care of horses. Nothing is better to them than a bit of sugar.

Ritsuka sits up. She expects them to reach out and grab the candy, to take it off her hands with their own.

They do not. Instead, they lean down, and drag the flat of their tongue across her palm, shoving the candy past their lips.

For a second, Artoria forgets to breathe.

Their mouth is hot against her skin. Their tongue is so wet. When they swallow the candy, she can feel a bit of teeth.

They look up at her then, licking their lips. Their collar is bright red against their skin. Their collar. Their collar which they are wearing. Because they are playing the part of a pet. Because they are playing the part of her pet. Which she owns. Which obeys her every order. Which she can tame and pet and touch and have every right over.

“Hey, Ritsuka.” Oberon’s voice interrupts her epiphany. He briefly pets Ritsuka’s hair, then flicks a finger towards her. “Sit.”

Ritsuka obeys then, apparently interpreting the order as an invitation to sit directly on her laps. They feel heavy and warm against her. They’re taller than her, so they have to peer down at her like this. She has a front view on that fucking collar here.

Fuck. Be normal. Be normal. Be normal. This is- playing around. Playing pretend. With friends. Do NOT be weird about it.

“Meow.”

ARTORIA IS SO NOT BEING FUCKING NORMAL ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW.

Oberon snorts. “You people are sickening to watch.”

Artoria snaps her head towards him, baring her teeth. “You’re the one who made them sit here!” Ritsuka, apparently determined to make the situation worse, lays their head against her shoulder and starts rubbing. Their touch, which felt casual and innocent earlier, are feel now embarrassingly intimate. Fuck. Shit. Bollocks, even.

Oberon rolls his eyes. “I’m not talking about your shameless displays of affection, idiot. I mean the way you two have these intricate rituals to have excuses to touch each other while categorically refusing to be upfront about your desires. Do you have any idea what’s it like to watch two people in a mutual loop of oooh I can’t do anything about this, what if they don’t want that, let me just jokingly flirt with them and see how they respond, and obviously if they flirt with me it must be as a joke and nothing more. It’s disgusting is what it is. You two are the most frustrating and bull-headed people I have ever been given the displeasure to meet.”

The monologue is startling enough to cause Ritsuka to break character for a second. They turn to look at Oberon, obviously puzzled.

“… What are you talking about.” Artoria replies. She knows, of course, what he means, but she was under the impression that they had an unspoken agreement not to talk about that out loud. “We touch you as much as we touch each other.”

“What, you need me to spell it out for you?” He points a finger at her. “You want them to plow you through the mattress.” Then are Ritsuka’s. “And you want to stick your dick inside of her. That clear enough for you?”

“Oberon,” Ritsuka’s voice sounds oddly calm in the face of everything Artoria is feeling (shame and arousal and anger and dude what the fuck) “I’m pretty sure that’s sexual harassment.”

“The real sexual harassment is forcing me to witness your pathetic attempts at a mating dance.” Oberon spits back. “Also, pets don’t talk. Don’t break character, you hack.”

“You’re the one who broke the scene!” Artoria yells at him. She almost socks him, or at least copiously insults him but-

Ritsuka lunges on him first. Oberon cries out when they lay across his lap again. “What do you think you are doing?!”

Artoria expects it to be a repeat of the events that kickstarted this whole thing- Oberon being unable to take any sort of affection, and Ritsuka being a bitch about it- but a second glance makes things clearer. Ritsuka is laying their head on Oberon’s lap, nuzzling his stomach, nose close to his bellybutton.

He has a boner.

She hadn’t noticed earlier, with the way the fabric of his pants fold but- that is definitely a boner. Right under Ritsuka’s chin. They’re not touching , they’re acting like it’s not there at all- but there is no way that action was not meant to highlight that bulge.

Artoria barks out a laugh. “Oh, I understand now. You’re throwing a fit because you’re horny and mad about it, that makes more sense. Voyeur”

“Oh, fuck off. You people are the ones who decided to emulate porno foreplay right in front of me.” He casts his gaze down. “And you, get off my lap or I swear I’ll shove my dick in your mouth.”

“Oh, I am sooooo sorry.” Ritsuka replies with an exaggerated sprawl. “I am just a wittwe cat. I don’t undewstand what you’we asking of me.”

“You are literally replying right now!”

“Surely you’re imagining things.” They say with the innocent smile on their face. “If only you did not spend the past fifteen minutes denying your ownership over me, then perhaps you’d have any right whatsoever ordering me around.”

His hands hover over Ritsuka’s body. He could very easily pick them up and put them away- but he doesn’t. “I swear I will do it Ritsuka, don’t test me!”

Ritsuka glances back, at Artoria. “Well, what does my owner say? Should I get off him?”

That’s-

Artoria stares. Oberon stares. Ritsuka stares.

Her eyes do not lie. She can see their true intention. The subtext laid right under their words.

Would you mind, Artoria? If I sucked him off right now, right in front of you?

One second ticks. Another.

Artoria looks at Oberon. “Then do it, coward.” They want to fuck you. I want to watch. What about you? What of your desires, Oberon?

One second ticks. Another.

Oberon’s hands come up to his belt.

He doesn’t have time to do much else. Ritsuka latches onto him, doing short work of his buckle. Artoria barely has a moment to catch sight of Oberon’s cock before holy FUCKING shit Ritsuka just swallowed it whole.

Oberon makes a strangled noise, slapping a hand over his mouth. Artoria can’t tear her eyes away. His face is flushed, fighting back moans. His shoulders, his thighs, his entire body- they’re quivering. And Ritsuka, Ritsuka, Ritsuka, dutifully bobbing their head, taking his entire length down their throat.

“F-Fuck,” Oberon stutters out, “How many dicks h-have you sucked on, you dog?” He’s trying to sound demeaning. It would be much more effective if he didn’t look like he was struggling not to get lost in pleasure already.

Ritsuka lets got of his dick, just for a few seconds, coming up for air; and then they’re pressing their whole face against his cock, tongue out, hunger in their eyes. Whether it’s the smell, the warmth or the taste- they look positively crazed here.

Artoria reaches out and sets a hand in their hair, gently guiding them forward. “You’re doing great, puppy. Show him how good you can be.”

“That’s- that’s the opposite of good, you d-degenerate-”

“Yet here you are, giving them the tastiest of treats. You’re not really good at taming animals, are you?” Is she getting carried away? Yes. Does she care? No. “Go on, kitten. Give me a good show.”

Ritsuka kisses the head of Oberon’s cock, and then honest-to-god meows against the sensitive skin. Oberon groans, immediately followed by “Ritsuka Fujimaru you did not just-” followed by Ritsuka taking him in their throat again.

Fuck. He’s magnificent when he comes, defiled prince and defeated dragon all at once. He cries out, hands fisting the sheets, and Artoria thinks: this isn’t acted. This is Oberon, Vortigern, rendered unable to act.

Ritsuka looks unbelievably smug as they wipe the dribble of come at the corner of their lips.

“That good, huh?” She comments, since Oberon seems to have been rendered speechless for once.

Oberon glares at her, as he’s wont to do. She expects him to throw barbs at her again. She does not expect him to suddenly grab her. She squeaks as he hauls her on top of him, falling back on the bed. “What are you-”

“Hey, little beast! Come mount your owner!”

And suddenly there is weight pressing on her back, forcing her closer to Oberon. Ritsuka is draped over her like a wolf above its prey. Teeth scrape the back of her neck, while a hand caresses her thigh to rake her skirt up.

Oh shit. Oh fuck. Something hard presses against the curve of her ass. She’s going to get fucked. They’re going to take her right here, right above Oberon, and the way she is right now there is nothing she can do to stop them. Artoria has never been hornier in her life.

Unfortunately (and she only realizes then that it is unfortunate, that she truly wanted Ritsuka to plow her like an animal without asking for her opinion, which is definitely something she did not know about herself) Ritsuka doesn’t do anything to her. Instead, they grind against her, whining low at her ear. “Master,” their hands slide under her shirt, taking in her skin, “please, please, please let me fuck you.”

Before she can reply, Oberon grabs her chin, forcing her to look down at him. “What are you gonna do, Artoria? Are you gonna let your dog fuck you like a bitch in heat?”

Ah, he’s- right, it, it is what it would be like, wouldn’t it? Right now, Ritsuka is her pet, someone she leashed herself, and she- she was just hoping for that pet to debase her, to break free of her control to use her and toy with her and break her.

“Or you could let them hump you to orgasm. You’d like that too, I bet, huh? Being covered in come. Feeling it against your skin, all warm and sticky, being marked and dirtied by an animal.”

Ritsuka chooses that moment to bite her shoulder. She jolts in surprise- pressing right back against their dick, making them moan. Fuck, she- she could have that. Inside of her. She could- she-

She attempts to move her hand- what for, she’s not sure herself- but Oberon grabs her wrist, hissing at her. “Don’t you dare touching yourself, Artoria. You want to get fucked, you beg for it like a good little whore.”

She’s trembling all over by the time you are done.

You feel exhausted, but do your best to lift yourself off her anyways; if your body feels heavy, it must be even more so for her. She lets out a weak whine as you do so, though whether it’s from the loss of your body heat or your cock slipping out of her, you can’t tell.

Gods above. What a sight. Hair mussled, skin shining with sweat, bite marks all over her shoulders. She looks absolutely wrecked. She let you wreck her. She’s stunningly beautiful like this. You could watch her for hours and never get bored.

Beneath her, Oberon snickers, raising a hand to pet her hair. “Our perfect hero, everyone. Defeated by the most brutish of beasts. Maybe I should leash you too, huh? If you can’t keep your pet under control, you can certainly be the perfect toy for them.”

Oberon likes to talk. A lot. He’s good at it. He’s very good at it. You should remove your collar now, urge the three of you to the shower where you’ll share some more jabs and maybe negotiate doing this again another time, but his words are messing with your head, filling your brain with really, really pleasing images. You’re tired and your dick is already going soft, but how are you supposed to stop now? You want to touch them more. You want to please them more. You want to drive them completely insane.

You wrap your arms around Artoria’s midsection and haul her up, dragging the flat of your tongue over your bite marks. Her breathing stutters for a second as you hold her against your chest.

Oberon quirks up an eyebrow. “You want another round? You truly are an animal. That’s what happens when you indulge your pets too much, Artoria. You don’t teach them basic boundaries, they start doing whatever they want.”

Though breathless, Artoria manages a snort. “You… you’re the one who fed them dick first…” She peers down. “I could… I could feel you get hard again under me. Thinking you’d like to get railed too, Oberon…?

“We’re not all huge cocksluts as you are-”

He doesn’t get to finish that sentence. You lift Artoria up, and then sit her on Oberon’s cock.

They both gasp suddenly, music to your ears. You set your chin on Artoria’s shoulder and look down, where they’re both joined. Your come is leaking from her all over Oberon’s groin.

“Wha- what are you doing-” Oberon tries to sit up on his elbows- but you lift Artoria again and slam her back down, fucking her on his dick. His sentence ends in a strangled groan. Artoria braces herself on his chest, fingers curling tightly on the fabric of his shirt.

“Come on. Don’t you want her?” Artoria is already stupidly attractive on a bad day- he wants you to believe he watched her in the throes of bliss, and didn’t want to partake? “And you. Don’t you want him?” Oberon, Oberon, Oberon, Oberon and his big mouth- who could listen to his words and not want more? Who could listen to his words and not want to find out what it would take to shut him up?

Artoria glances at him, then back at you. She raises a trembling hand, and hooks a finger in your collar, forcing you closer to her face.

“My legs are still weak. I- I can’t ride him properly.” She presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Help me, and I’ll get you a reward, puppy.”

Ah- yes. Yes. You’ll be good for her. You’ll be good for your master. Maybe she’ll let you kiss her more afterwards, or bite her more afterwards, or eat the come straight out of her cunt-

you readjust your grip on her hips, and lift her up again.