A Letter Home
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Dear Meowster,

Hi! Did you have a nice vacation? I’m sorry I wasn’t there to welcome you. You must have been wondering where I was. Sorry it’s taken me so long to get back to you. I hope you weren’t getting too worried… well, of course, we both know you weren’t! I’ve been gone for longer, and so have you! So I’m sure it’s fine, but I wanted to reassure you that I’m doing great. Better than great, in fact!

I took the liberty of doing some recon and research, and went on a little mission behind your back. Sorry~! But believe me, it could not have gone better. I heard some rumours about an inn in the woods, run by another witch. And everyone was talking about it with a suspicious amount of enthusiasm. It sounded like it was quickly becoming a popular spot for the townsfolk to stop by; so popular that they were totally okay with trudging into the woods just to get there!
I also noticed that the people I eavesdropped on had an interesting smell about them. It was subtle, it had probably had a lot of time to fade, but I got that little tell-tale tingle in my nose. They were enchanted. 
Now, someone muscling in on your territory is one thing. But the biggest insult? I deduced that the witch was a fox! 
And you’ve taught me well. I know that foxes are supposed to submit to cats. 
Obviously, that’s not something you’d abide, so I thought I’d deal with it before you got back home. Just to save you some headaches and heartaches. I knew you’d be proud of me.

And believe me, you will be~!

It didn’t take long to find. For one thing, a pretty obvious path had been cleared through the forest, and a lot of those cleared trees seemed to have been repurposed into massive signs, lit up with little diodes of magical light to guide onlookers towards the Foxfire Inn. The signs were a deep dark purple with lettering the colour of red wine.  You’ll have no trouble finding it, believe me.

Let me describe the inn itself.

The inn itself matched that colour scheme, with these massive glass windows and a roof that looked to be thatched and endlessly smouldering. The foundations look to be very old stone, but as your eyes travel up it becomes a more modern facade. My guess is it’s built on an old church of some kind. 

I got a whiff of that scent again, far stronger than before. It was sharp, and strong, thick like smoke - the scent was sweet, too, like a campfire made from maple wood. It was gonna be sticking to my skin and fur before too long…
I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting the inn to be as big as your home. But it was three stories from first glance, and already packed to the gills with people jockeying to get in. There was a pretty long line, too. I quickly realised I was probably going to be waiting for a while.
No chance of that. You trained me well! Why bother waiting in line when I could just charm my way to the front?
I wasn’t sure how well my charms would work, given that they were varying degrees of smitten with the Foxfire Inn and its own spell. But I wasn’t too worried. I had no reason to be. 
Once I tapped the doggy ahead of me in line and he looked into my eyes, I saw there was no resistance. Pink rings rippled through his eyes within seconds of me casting my spell, and from there all I had to do was offer him a date in return for letting me cut in front of him in line. I moved in close, almost close enough to kiss him, before pirouetting around him and moving on to the rat-girl just ahead of him. I sustained the hypnotic spell and poured my will into her mind next. And the same went for the next one, and the next, almost like I was working my way along an assembly line.
It didn’t take too long for me to flirt my way up the line, leaving a love-struck train of desperately horny fans in my wake. I was planning to bring them all back to you once I’d dealt with the owner of the place. 
Obviously that didn’t happen, otherwise you’d have seen them all at your house. But read on! You’re going to love what happened next.

Once I was at the front of the line, I didn’t bother doing the same tricks on the big muscly boar guarding the door. I needed to save some juice for the boss of this place, after all. I tried to strike up some conversation with him, but I could feel the contempt burning through his dark glasses. So I left well enough alone.
When a gaggle of woozy, smelly revellers stumbled out, the boar stepped aside, and I sauntered on in. 
I know I was turning plenty of heads - why wouldn’t a bright pink kitty cat dressed in a tight slip and a tiny skirt draw the eyes of everyone in the place? 
The music was echoing through the lobby like a church - this seemed like more of a night-club than an inn.

I was way more right than I thought. I was barely in there for a minute, about to head towards the bar and chat up one of the cute staff, before I caught a shiver down my spine. My magic sensitivity drew my gaze upwards, into the bright lights. I saw him descend from above, backlit by the flames. He was waving down at me, and he was perched on a long stick. I know you said you hate witches with broomsticks, that it’s such a boring cliche. But he’s built different, I guess.

“Hello there Felicity!” he said as he floated down to my level. He was almost immediately swarmed by people, calling out “Clayton!” or “Mr. Firestick!” or “Master Firestick!” . He waved them off with a flick of the wrist. Ripples of flame pulsed through their eyes, before they turned and marched off.
(Those of them who had dicks went instantly erect. Using arousal as a way to break their will seems to be his thing. Sort of like you!)

“You know my name, huh?” I asked, letting my hips tilt to the side as I rested my paws on them. “Guess my reputation precedes me.”
“And your Master’s! Clayton Firestick, proprietor of the Foxfire Inn, at your service.” the fox’s fur almost looked like a flame itself, bright yellow and orange with a black tipped tail. Curls and lines of purple runes ran along his cheeks and what I could see of his exposed stomach between his fur-collared coat and his dark tights. 
When he uncrossed his legs from atop his broom, I saw that he wasn’t wearing anything else between them.
His dick was on full display. It was a pretty nice looking dick.
He reeked of that smoky smell, too. 
Not in a bad way, of course… I could tell he was catching me sniffing, too. But I told myself I was going to be able to resist it. I’d resisted far, far worse.
“You can call me Clay,” he continued. “For now.”
“Clayton’s fine!” I said, smiling sweetly and shooting daggers with my eyes.
“Look, I’m gonna cut right to the quick,” Clayton continued. “I’ve heard about you and that other witch. And I know you’re probably one of the best recruiters and subordinates this side of the Prost River. So I thought… why not offer you a job?”

He gestured to the gaggle of workers, rushing around to offer drinks, or cleaning, or servicing the patrons in more erotic, hypnotic ways. Sort of like the work you made me do, but a bit more high energy. More people to serve.
“I think I’ve got a good thing going,” I said. “I love my Meowster! It’s gonna take a lot more than that to make me betray him…”
“It’s hardly a betrayal, kittycat…” Clayton said. “It’s just business. Poaching employees from rivals is a central part just makes good economic sense.”
“I didn’t expect you to be such a nerd!” I laughed, crossing my arms. 
“Heh, guilty as charged,” he said.
“You’re confident for a fox who doesn’t know his place,” I continued, my eyes starting to swirl. I was going to use everything I had on him. ““It’s gonna be really fun breaking y-”

I didn’t get to the end of that sentence. He kicked one of his legs out towards me, and his boot flew off of it. I didn’t even have a chance to flinch before it hit me in the face. My snout got plugged inside the boot, and…
It was warm. Very warm, and very damp too. Damp with his smoky sweat and the musk of what must have been a full day on his feet. I didn’t have time to retch before its magic pushed through my nostrils and pickled my brain. 
My knees pushed inwards and I fell to my feet with a shudder. I’m sorry-not-sorry to say that it was the most powerful feeling of submission I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s like that smoky paw-musk burned away all of your conditioning, and all of my feelings for you with it.
“Deep breaths, kitty-cat,” I heard him say, his voice crystal clear even over the thumping music. His bare footpaw was on my head, soft and warm from a day spent in that shoe, and I was purring louder than I ever had before.
“Deeper now, deeper under my spell. Such a helpless little kitty cat. I knew you had a weakness for paw musk, but not this weak. What do you think? How does it compare to Citrine’s scent? No comparison, I bet. No contest at all. My smoky stench is miles better.”
“Mmhm,” I moaned, my dick throbbing and tenting my little skirt. I was loving his scent, as much as I might have hated to admit it (but by then, I didn’t hate it at all!)
“Good girl,” he said, still stroking my face. “Good kitten. I’ve got a little secret… sometimes I rub my cock against my boots, just to give them that extra little burst of hypno-musk. Want more of my scent, straight from the source?”
He pushed down on the boot, letting it drop off my face.
“YES!” I said, as enthusiastically as I possibly could have. He was amazing, he smelled so good, and all I wanted was him…! His legs were spread wide open and his cock was dripping, practically radiating his delicious musk with every pulse and throb. I crawled over to him and pushed my sniffy snout underneath his heavy balls. Draping it over my face, covering me with musky smoky sweat. Its moisture and heat made my face feel like melting candle wax, all gloopy and warm, melting and dribbling away any of those old thoughts and values I had. 

If I wasn’t broken to his will before, I sure was then..! I didn’t care for anything or anyone else in the lobby of the club. I just smeared my face all over that dick, making sure not to start sucking him off until his essence was caked in to me.
I swirled my tongue around the tip and corkscrewed my way down until I was deep-throating him, nose buried in his crotch fluff as his thighs squeezed me tighter still. I asphyxiated on Master Clayton, his hypnotic magic pushing deep into my mind, covering my body with those ribbon runes. He growled with pleasure, and his growls were way sexier than anything I’ve ever heard before. Even coming from you. 
“This was too easy,” I heard him gloat, with this nasty tone to his voice that sent shivers down my spine. He was so evil, horrible, so… sexy.
He pushed his crotch into me, making me choke and gag, making my cock dribble. “Good girl.”
Just hearing him call me good girl… I swear I could have cum on the spot.
Believe me, by the end of the night, he was making me cum hands free off his scent. Not until my stomach was full of his cum, of course…
It was an amazing night.

So, yeah! I guess this is my resignation letter!~

Clayton’s my boss and master now, and I couldn’t be happier. I get to sniff his socks and huff his boots every morning before I start work, during every break, and when I finish at night. It’s the best payment for my services! I smell like him all the time, and I always feel amazing because of that.
When I’m especially good, he lets me polish his paws or his dick with my kitty tongue! He tells me that I’m one of his top 20 favourite pawsluts. I don’t know how far down I am on that list but I’m happy to be on it, whatever it is!

I belong to him now, totally and utterly, and I’ve never felt more happy and complete in my life. 
To be honest, it felt weird calling you Meowster at the start of this letter. You’re not my Meowster anymore, after all! I felt like it was leading you on. But Master Clayton explained to me that if I started the letter like that, you wouldn’t see the twist coming. 
He’s so right about everything!
Master also says that you’re welcome to try to win me back, if you think you’re tough enough. Though, he said, I quote, “if he tries, he’s going to fail embarrassingly.”

Personally, I agree with him. I think you’ll lose once you get one whiff of his amazing paw-musk! There’s no way you’d be able to resist him! 
It would be nice to see you again, though… It might be fun for us to get to know each other as equals - equally submissive to Master Clayton, that is~!

Bye till then!

-Felicity, Eternal Property of Clayton Firestick

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