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Chapter Six : Marisa


It was morning.
You opened your eyes, only to see that Mister was not in his room.
Besides you, on the fluffy bed, Weimyu was still sleeping : she was smiling and drooling, dreaming of a better world.
On the other, larger, fluffier bed, Marisa was also sleeping. Perhaps it was only your imaignation, but she seemed to be getting bigger everyday.
It was already your fourth day in Good Girl House, and you already knew today would not be a happy day.

Life in Good Girl House with Weimyu would be dull, and boring. There was little to do, and the food, which could satisfy an ordinary yukkuri, tasted bitter to a predator used to the sweet flesh of a fresh prey. The yukkurium felt way too narrow for you, but your wings were still too weak for you to escape.
Life, however, was not dull : it was made terrible by Marisa's presence.
Marisa was not an ordinary yukkuri. To you, yukkuris fell in two categories : those you could hope to eat, and those you couldn't. But expert yukkurist had far more complex classifications, and under those, Marisa would be deemed a smart shithead. Smart enough never to anger a human and know her place, rotten enough to prey on the weak and abuse other yukkuris in every way she could imagine, that wouldn't get Mister too angry.

Marisa was waking up. You immediately approached her, and said :
"Wemiwia wandsh cho each !"
Marisa frowned.
"Stupid Remilia will only eat after Marisa-sama has eaten !"
"Uu !" you responded, frustrated. "When will Mawicha each ?"
Marisa pondered, and smiled.
"Marisa-sama is not hungry yet, ze."

Marisa was a bully, and she had decided you and Weimyu were her slaves. Nothing could be done without her agreement. You and Weimyu had to ask for permission to eat, to play ball, and even to go to mister toilet : she would agree or refuse at will. Ignoring her orders would result in a beating : you and Weimyu were too weak to stand up to her.

"Wemiwia wandsh cho play ball !" you told her.
"Remilia can play stupid ball. Marisa-sama will play with Mister Sui !"
You silently went for the small blue leather ball by the food bowl, while marisa happily hopped toxards the Sui. The Sui was a complex machine for a yukkuri mind : a plank resting of four wheels, it could roll in any direction a yukkuri riding it wished. Of course, Mister Sui was the exclusive property of Marisa.
But you didn't care, because you had mister ball.
"Uu !"
You began playing. Remilias don't play ball like other yukkuris, who simply kick it around and chase it. Remilias fight the ball.
To you, the ball stood for a prey. You quickly hopped around, leaving it no chance, waiting for the perfect time to strike.
"Uu ! Wemiwia ij gonna eachu !"
Then, you jumped on the ball, all fangs bared, and bit the leather, which was already covered in marks left by your sharp teeth.
Playing with the ball doubled as combat training, and you were beginning to feel confident : you thought you could take on a yukkuri bigger than yourself, but adults like Marisa were still far out of range. A sound interrupted your playing session.
"Suiiiiiiiiiiiii no ze !"
It was Marisa, riding the Sui, charging towards you at full speed. Of course, she was doing it on purpose, and already anticipating the joy of bumping into you.
But you were quicker : you jumped, and your wings carried you over both the sui and marisa, your bottom touching the tip of Marisa's hat. Then, your tired wings gave up, and you landed behing the moving vehicle.

Marisa jumped out of the Sui, furious.
"Shitty slave ! How dare uneasy shitty slave spoil Marisa-sama's fun no ze ?"
"Uu..."
Marisa grinned.
"Follow Marisa !"
You obeyed her, and followed her to the other end of the yukkurium, where mister toilet stood. You watched as Marisa steped on the white square, stopping near dried feces elft over from yesterday. Laying on her back, she exposed her anyaru, and promptly defecated.
"Doing poo-poo easy ! Refreshed !" she exclaimed, looking extatic.
She then turned towards you, still on her back, pointing her dirty bottom at you.
"Now Remilia is going to do lick-lick like the shitty slave she is !"

"Uu !" you responded in disgust.
But you knew you had no choice : Marisa had hit you and Weimyu before, and you knew better than to make her angry again.
Your entire being filled with repulsion, you opened your mouths and got your tongue out : closing your eyes, you began lick the soiled anyaru.
The smell was atrocious, and the bitter taste filled your entire mouth as spoiled bean paste was cleaned from Marisa's bottom.
"Uu ! Id'sh bidder !" you complained.
But you kept on, filled with hatred for your bully, but conscious of your own weakness.
After a while, Marisa got back.