Nyaizawa the Playful Pussycat (Patreon)

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Aizawa (MHA) Hypnosis

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In dire need of another Wild Wild Pussycat for hero training, Aizawa is put through a hypnosis treatment to make it him into a playful, fun-loving kitty boy.

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            Stepping out of the bus, Aizawa had to shield his eyes from the bright sun shining down on his long, disheveled black hair. Scratching at his stubbly chin, he looked out on the recently renovated campgrounds. Though he still wore his usual scarf and black clothing from years beforehand, the area had taken on more modern amenities during the reconstruction project. Recalling what had caused the destruction in the first place, his only hope was that this session would be much more peaceful.

            “Everyone off the bus,” Aizawa called out to his students. “The heroes should be here soon.”

            As the group of third years filed out, Aizawa took note of who had joined him there. The green, fluffy hair of Midoriya was an expected sight, even if the teacher doubted that he needed the extra training considering everything he had been through. The same could be said for the brown-haired Ochaco who was quick to stand alongside the young man. From there, the usual suspects of Iida, Mina, and Kaminari stepped out. The exception to the group was Shinsou, who had managed to get added to the group despite being from a different class. Though the blue-haired, young man with dark circles under his eyes wasn’t usually under Aizawa’s tutelage, the grizzled hero had to admit how much the two of them resembled one another.

            “Alright, everyone line up,” Aizawa announced to the group. “You all might be third years, but that doesn’t mean you get to slack off. We’re here to hone your skills for your last few exams to become professional heroes. I expect you to be on your best behavior for-“

            “WELCOME!”

            At the sound of the irritatingly upbeat greeting, Aizawa turned around to see the visage of three women approaching the group. The one in the front, Mandalay, was a woman with brown hair with her slim figure adorned in a bright, red blouse, skirt, and matching boots. Her paw-like gloves, flickering feline tail, and the communication device on her head that resembled cat ears were also worn by her blonde-haired teammate, Pixie Bob. Contrasting against Pixie Bob’s blue version of the outfit, the last woman in the trio was dressed in a plain, white dress shirt and black slacks. Though Rag Doll no longer dressed like her fellow teammates, her wide eyes, bright smile, and long, green hair made her the perfect candidate to lead the group in their announcement.

            “WE’RE THE WILD WILD PUSSYCATS!” the trio said as they struck a pose.

            Though the students cheered at the display, Aizawa just let out a sigh. Just as he was preparing to get a headache from the constant cheers and cat puns, he noticed something was off. “Hold on, where’s Tiger?”

            The group’s cheery mood soured a bit.

            “Unfortunately, he’s out sick,” Mandalay replied. “Caught something while running himself ragged during our last mission.”

            “That’s unfortunate,” Aizawa replied as he scratched the back of his head. “But I’m sure he needs his rest. For now we can keep on going without him.”

            “Not exactly,” Pixie Bob said, tapping her fingers together. “The training program we put together requires a full team of the Pussycats.”

            “And that hasn’t been me for a while,” Rag Doll spoke up.

            “I get where this is going,” Aizawa replied with a knowing nod. “Fine. I’ll join in. What do you need me to do?”

            “Er, no offense, but I don’t think you’re a good fit for this,” Pixie Bob remarked.

            “What other option do we have then?” Aizawa asked in exasperation.

            “Well we do have… something,” Mandalay commented, trying to avert her gaze from Aizawa as she spoked. “It’s just a bit experimental.”

            “How experimental?” he asked, only to stumble from Rag Doll grabbing him by the arm.

            “Let me show you,” the green-haired woman said as she led Aizawa into one of the cabins.

            The cozy nature of the cabin with its soft couch and fireplace were undone by the clutter of boxes in the corner. In Aizawa’s mind, he had to assume that the containers held a plethora of different support items meant for training. That didn’t explain why some of them were marked with a black and white eye that filled him with a sense of unease. This same feeling didn’t seem to affect Ragdoll as she made a beeline towards the pile.

            “What exactly are you planning?” Aizawa asked, warily scanning over the boxes for any kind of clue.

            “Well, it was originally intended to be a marketing thing for our fans,” Ragdoll explained as she looked through the collection of random devices. “Unfortunately, it worked a little too well and had some strange… side effects.”

            “And you think it’s fine to use on me?”

            “Yup!” Ragdoll replied, poking her head out with something clutched within her hands.

            A faint glimmer shined through Ragdoll’s fingers as she approached Aizawa. Opening up her hand, she revealed a golden amulet resting on her palm. A closer look revealed a string attached to the trinket baring a cat paw mark frequently seen on the Pussycat’s branding. Noticing another tiny, black and white eye etched into center left Aizawa with a feeling of dread.

            “What is this?” he asked as Ragdoll dangled the amulet in front of him.

            “It’s a tool used to hypnotize people,” she cheerfully replied without a hint of hesitation. “Specifically, it shifts their mindsets into becoming perfect additions to the Wild Wild Pussycats. While it was deemed a bit too extreme to use on fans, I’ve done it a few times on myself to help my mood when I’m feeling down.”

            “So then why don’t you use it now?” Aizawa asked.

            “It just wouldn’t be right,” Ragdoll answered as she clutched the amulet against her chest. “I would have the spirit, but not the ability to keep up since I don’t have a quirk anymore.”

            A hint of sadness on Ragdoll’s words drew Aizawa’s attention to the depressed look in her eyes. Behind her, his sense of empathy was weakened as he spotted the outfit hanging up on a rack nearby. He had little doubt that it would be the clothes he would be prancing around in throughout the entire training session. While every other part of him was screaming at him to immediately turn down the offer, his vision eventually drifted back to the former heroine’s face as she kept her gaze on the glimmering amulet.

            “I’ll do it,” Aizawa forced out before his rational side could reign him back in. “After what happened at the last camping trip, I think I owe at least one successful training session to these kids.”

            “Thank you so much!” Ragdoll said as she energetically shook his hand. “You’re going to have so much fun. I know how much you like kitties.”

            “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, trying to piggyback off of her comment to convince himself that he didn’t make a huge mistake.

            “Okay, just right… here,” Ragdoll explained as she sat Aizawa down on a chair. “In order for this to work, I need you to keep staring at the amulet through the entire process. Alright?”

            “Got it,” Aizawa said, trying to follow the coin as Ragdoll excitedly got into her own position.

            Taking a deep breath, Ragdoll extended her arm and let the amulet hang from her hand. A slight twitch of her wrist began to swing the trinket back and forth at a gentle pace. Seeing the intense concentration in her eyes as she performed the task, Aizawa was starting to have his doubts that this would work. Regardless, he was at least going to pretend to play along as he let his gaze follow each sway of the coin.

            “Follow the kitty coin,” Ragdoll said in a light whisper. “Meow let yourself fall into the paws of its influence. You want to be a happy, fun-loving cat girl, er, boy. The world is a nya-mazing place for kitties like you. For the sake of fun and paw-tecting the safety of others, let your head be emptied of who you once were.”

            At the moment, the most Aizawa could muster was a gentle sway of his eyes. Even if he was certain that the hypnosis wasn’t working, at the very least it was giving him a chance to relax. With a deep exhale, he allowed himself a moment of peace in his preparation for the rough weekend ahead. He just didn’t expect his breath to take with it more than he intended.

            With a strong blink, Aizawa tried to make himself alert again. His eyelids drooped as his vision began to blur. Trying to find some sense of solidity, he held out a hand to try and hold onto something. What he felt was the amulet itself clink against his knuckles as it continued to swing back and forth.

            “Nyaow is not the time to worry,” Ragdoll whispered to him. “Mew are here to be the newest member of the Pussycats. Forget everything about your old self. Your hands are paws. They are purrfect for playing with yarn. The hairs on your face are whiskers ready to nuzzle up against your fellow kitties. Your ears are twitching in preparation of hearing the fuzzy meows of your teammates.”

            A small amount of energy returned to Aizawa to make his eyes open. Rather than use this added strength to get out of the chair or ask what was going on, he couldn’t help himself from letting his outstretched hand follow the amulet. A few times he managed to grasp the amulet, only for it to be pulled from his shaking fingers. It was far too late by the time he noticed that he wasn’t intentionally continuing his lazy chase with the toy.

            “Yes, just a little meow-re,” Ragdoll spoke with her methodical voice. “Mew are so close to becoming a playful, fuzzy pussy cat. Don’t be afraid. It will all be fun. Our game will come to it’s end when someone meows…”

            The rest of Ragdoll’s words became like static to Aizawa’s ears. As a fog filled his mind, he lost most of his thoughts and mind to this influence. His altered self came to the forefront as his eyes became a swirl of pinks colors. Just as drool began to leak from his lips, his mouth slowly shifted into a playful grin.

            “And again. Follow the kitty coin. Meow let it-“

            Ragdoll nearly bit her tongue as Aizawa lunged forward to grab the pendant from her. With his prize claimed, he was free to playfully bat it around across the floor with his body crouched over it. The clinks as the coin rolled across the ground made him let out a series of feminine giggles that were far removed from his usually gruff demeanor. Though he lacked a tail, Ragdoll could definitely tell that he was having fun based on the way he shifted his backside back and forth.

            “Nya, nya, nyaaaaaaaaa,” Aizawa repeatedly said as he continued to play with the coin. “This is the purrfect gift for a cute kitty like me.” Clutching the amulet in his hands, he slowly lifted himself up to show off his grin to Ragdoll. “What are mew standing there for? Come and play with me!”

            “Thank you for the offer,” Ragdoll replied, unable to keep herself from chuckling in the altered Aizawa’s presence. “But we have some business to attend to.”

            “Oh?” Aizawa replied, tilted his head as he put a finger to his lips. “Is it something im-paw-tant?”

            “Yeah, there’s a group of young heroes that are waiting for you to help with their training.”

            “They’re waiting on a cute kitty like me?” Aizawa asked, receiving a nod response. “Can do!” he proclaimed as he rosed a curled fist into the air. “Oh! But I can’t go out like this. I need the purrfect outfit.”

            “I have just the thing,” Ragdoll replied, receiving a gentle nuzzle to her cheek as she led Aizawa over to the changing room.

            Outside of the cabin, Mandalay and Pixie Bob patiently waited to see the results of the experiment. It had been an hour since Aizawa had been taken inside. While they were aware of how the process usually affected their teammate, they weren’t sure of how effective it would be on someone like the sleep-deprived hero. They were given an answer as Ragdoll slipped out from the door with a grin on her face.

            “Alright everyone,” the green-haired woman said as she gestured for her teammates and the students to gather around the entrance. “Allow me to introduce our honorary Pussycat for the day… Nyaizawa!”

            Ragdoll’s announcement preluded the door swinging open from the push of a paw-like, gloved hand. Stepping out from the entrance, Aizawa bore his cat-like grin and swirly, pink eyes with pride as he skipped out to greet the others. His          unkempt hair was held back by the Pussycat’s official headpiece, complete with a pair of feline-shaped ears to add to his new persona. Each sway of his hips served to wave around the grey colored skirt and tail he wore to match his boots. A similarly tight top left his mid-section and upper arms exposed in order to allow him as much movement as he desired. While his old self would have found his exposed, hairy limbs to be humiliating, the current him was too busy flailing around his binding cloth like strands of yarn as he pranced towards his students.

            “Mr. Aizawa, is that really you?” Midoriya asked.

            “Mew got it,” the hypnotized hero replied, playfully patting at the head of fluffy, green hair. “But you can call me Nyaizawa today!”

            “Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Iida inquired, adjusting his glasses as he looked up and down Aizawa’s figure.

            “Nya-ver better!” Aizawa proclaimed with a swish of his tail.

            “I’ll say,” Mina interjected. “You look adorable.”

            “Aww,” Aizawa replied as he pressed his paws together. “Meow you’re making me blush.”

            “Er, no offense sensei,” Kaminari spoke up, “but how is this supposed to help us with our training?”

            “In the best way a cutie kitty like me can-nyan!” Aizawa announced. “By cheering you on as you go through our PURRRRR-fectlly designed training course.”

            “Is this… really how you want to do this?” Shinous asked; noticeably concerned at the drastic demeanor of one of his most respected mentors.

            “Mew got it!” Aizawa announced with a wink and a shake of his hips.

            While most of the students were still trying to decide if this was really their teacher, Midoriya stepped up alongside him. “Let’s get started then,” he said, putting on a smile in tandem with his teacher.

            "Count me in," Ochaco added, stepping up alongside the green-haired young man and holding his hand. “We’re ready for it.”

            Gradually, the other students voiced their approval as they made their way to the training area. At the head of the pack, Aizawa was sure to motivate them by bouncing on his feet as he moved. As whimsical as his movements were, they did bring a bit of concern to Mandalay and Pixie Bob.

            “Ragdoll,” Mandalay began as her teammate strolled between her and Pixie Bob, “are you sure this is okay?”

            “Yeah, you might have taken this one a little too far,” Pixie Bob added.

            “It’ll be fine,” Ragdoll replied, not even glancing towards her teammates as her wide eyes kept focused on Aizawa’s swinging tail. “He’s just what we need for the training. And he seems to be enjoying himself.”

            “Yeah, but no telling what his reaction will be once he’s out of the trance,” Mandalay pointed out.

            “I’m sure we can make it up to him after,” Pixie Bob suggested without having a clue of how they would accomplish that.

            “That’s something we’ll deal with later,” Ragdoll said as she gave her teammates a gentle push towards the training area. “You two go and join them.”

            “Right, to keep an eye on him,” Mandalay replied as they began to walk.

            “Nah,” Ragdoll said as she waved them off. “I just don’t want you two missing out on the fun.”

             The first training session on the docket involved running the students through an obstacle course. This test was intended to push the limits of their bodies to see what their strengths and weaknesses were. In truth, the course had proven itself to be a little too difficult for even some seasoned heroes. Looking at the various traps that awaited them on the path ahead, the students were left to wonder if it was even possible for them to make it through.

            “Nya-ow I know this looks super tough,” Aizawa began, his determined stare clashing against his playful grin, “but I believe in mew. You just have to put your best paws forward and go at it with everything you have. Don’t mew worry, I’ll be with nya every step of the way!”

            With their concerns pushed aside by the outlandish display of the hypnotized hero, the students pressed forward into the course. Each obstacle they met was as dangerous as they expected, but the constant attention from their mentors helped them whenever they struggled. For Mandalay and Pixie Doll, that meant jumping in when things got a little too dangerous. Though their intention had been for Aizawa to do the same, he had come up with his own way to help out the young heroes.

            Prancing around the course with his skirt fluttering with each light step, Aizawa continued to shout out a continuous stream of encouragement and cat puns. While the method was unorthodox, his presence seemed to have the positive effect of keeping the students going. With each successful hurdle passed, he let out a pleased meow that served to further entice the young heroes to push on at the cost of continuing his embarrassing display.

            “How mad do you think he’ll be once he returns to normal?” Pixie Bob asked.

            “Depends on how much of this he remembers,” Mandalay replied as she watched his fluttering skirt threaten to reveal his tight buttocks with each pounce. “I wonder if he’d be more forgiving if we give him some kind of gifts.”

            “Usually, it’s something to do with cats,” Pixie Bob pointed out as they watched his tail sway back and forth. “I don’t think that’s going to work this time.”

            “Maybe we can mitigate it a bit,” Mandalay said as she approached the frolicking cat boy. “Hey Aizawa.”

            “Nya, do mew mean me?” Aizawa replied with a playful grin.

            “Why don’t you show the kids what you can do with your binding cloth,” she said, gesturing towards the scarf wrapped around his neck.

            “Oh, that sounds purrrrrr-fect,” Aizawa replied as he unwound the cloth.

            At first, Aizawa stayed true to his word as he used his scarf to dazzle the student who had managed to complete the course. The strict movements he had honed through years of training began to falter as his body began to shift in unorthodox way. Looking less like a restraining mechanism and more like a banner, he began to wave it around much to his own and the group’s amusement.

            A single misstep sent the cat-minded hero sprawling to the ground. Though he did manage to land on his feet, the interruption allowed the binding cloth to gently sway in front of him. Seeing the threads flutter as they hit the ground, he got into a crouched position and stared it down. With a loud NYAAAAAAH he pounced toward the scarf and began to bat it around like it was nothing more than pieces of yarn.

            “Um, I think Mr. Aizawa is a little tired, kids,” Mandalay said as she stood between him and the students. “I think you’ve more than earned a break. Head back to your cabins for now and we’ll call you in later for your assessments.”

            “So then,” Pixie Bob said, waiting until the students wandered off before turning back to Aizawa, “now what?”

            “I don’t know. Maybe Ragdoll can fix this?”

            “Fix?” Aizawa hissed, tilting his head as his paws continued to mess around with his new toy. “You’re not taking me to a vet, are you? I don’t like those mean old needles.”

            “No, we mean fixing your mind back to its old self,” Mandalay corrected.

            With a lazy meow, Aizawa stretched himself out along the ground and shook his head back and forth. “Meow that’s not nice. Me and the little kitties are having such a fun time. Plus, I’m making sure they have the proper motivation to become purr-fect heroes.”

            “Your methods are… effective,” Mandalay had to admit. “But I don’t think that this is the best way for a hero to act.”

            “Ragdoll probably overshot it,” Pixie Bob suggested. “She might have thought the usual hypnosis wouldn’t be enough.”

            “Meow we can agree on that,” Aizawa said, brushing the dust off of his uniform as he stood up. “She probably wanted me to remind you how fun it is to be a Wild Wild Pussycat.”

            “We don’t really have much of a chance to have fun these days,” Mandalay said with an exhausted sigh.

            “Well then,” Aizawa said as he grasped onto the women’s hands, “I think the two of mew could use some extra lessons.”

            Guided by the hypnotized hero, Mandalay and Pixie Bob were brought back to the cabin where this had all started. Sitting down on the couch, the pair took notice of the amulet that had been left behind by their teammate. The gleam on the coin filled their minds with the variety of possibilities that would happen should Aizawa decide to give them a taste of their own medicine. A pair of gasps exited their lips as he passed by the hypnotic coin, only to be relieved once they watched him bat it away across the floor with a swipe of his paw.

            “Nyow then,” Aizawa said, snuggling his way in-between the women on the couch. “Pet the kitty.”

            “Aizawa, you can’t seriously expect us to-“

            “Nya!“ he replied, leaning against Mandalay as he rubbed his head of shaggy hair against her shoulder.

            The initial feeling left Mandalay in a state of shock as she tried to comprehend what was going on. Once the realization that a respected hero was nuzzling against her wore off, she was left with a soft, warm sensation spreading through her body. Daring to look down on the playful cat boy, she saw a look of sincere enjoyment and softness that helped to push away any concerns she had.

            With a shaky hand, Mandalay slowly brought her fingers towards the exposed parts of Aizawa’s belly. Slowly sliding across the exposed flesh treated her ears to a purr that sounded all too real. Her reward for her boldness was having his arms clamp around her mid-section in order to keep her in place. Thanks to the vibrations coming from the hero, she found herself unwilling to escape the clutches of his paws as she continued to pet him.

            “Can I… have a turn?” Pixie Bob asked, having watched the entire event with bated breath.

            “Nya course,” Aizawa said, releasing his grip on Mandalay to shuffle over to the other side. “A good kitty shares her paw-sitivity with everyone.”

            In a fraction of the time that it took Mandalay, Pixie Bob let her fingers slide across Aizawa’s body. Though she did receive the expected purrs, a small “NYA” made her stop long enough for him to roll over onto his stomach. Resuming her motions with petting his back, she was able to bring out the tingles of excitement that spread from the tip of his tail to the top of her ears.

            Just before Mandalay could reach out to take her turn, Aizawa shifted over to her once more. Rather than wait for her to take the initiative, the cat boy used the stubble on his chin to brush up against her arm. As he continued along her skin, purring all the way, the fact that he was getting intimately close to her didn’t matter. Even as his bristly hairs were rubbing against her chest, something about the situation carried with it a sense of playfulness rather than perversion.

            Allowing Aizawa to clasp onto her, Mandalay gave in and supported his efforts by brushing her hand through his hair. Whether intentional or not, a small smile on her face appeared as she shook along with his vibrations. Not only was the session convincing her that the amulet was doing its job, but it was giving her the much-needed release from the stress that had been building up for her over the past few weeks.

            As much as Mandalay and Aizawa were enjoying their cuddling, they couldn’t fully ignore their left-out partner. A slight nudge of Pixie Bob’s hand against Aizawa was enough to get him to momentarily depart from the red head to share his love. Yet again, the blonde was more daring in rubbing her hands along his chest and even making passes along his buttocks on her way to fidget with his tail. In turn, he gave her a chance to feel his scratch face against hers as he pressed his warm body against her.

            Over the course of the next hour, the trio seemed glued to the couch. Embracing and holding one another, they would take turns making their own, cute kitty noises. While Aizawa’s purrs were brought about by his altered mind, the sounds made by Mandalay and Pixie Bob revealed they had gone into their own, trance-like states. However, they were fully aware of each decision they made as they played with their pet.

            In between embraces, Pixie Bob and Mandalay kept their cat boy busy with a collection of toys left behind by Ragdoll. This ranged from Aizawa’s beloved scarf being used as yarn, to even small, plush mice that were tossed around the cabin. Using a piece of fur on the end of a string, they were able to witness firsthand how agile he was as he made several attempts to pounce on the fake prey. Regardless of the method used, they both found themselves giggling along with Aizawa as he freely frolicked without a care in the world.

            “I think we really needed this,” Mandalay commented, giggling as she got another pass of Aizawa’s cheek against hers.

            “You got that right,” Pixie Bob replied, keeping her hands busy running along the length of Aizawa’s back.

            “I’m only worried about the students,” Mandalay pointed out, even as her fingers continued to play with Aizawa’s hair.

            “They’re probably fine,” Pixie Bob replied, getting a series of purrs in exchange for giving light taps to Aizawa’s buttocks. “Anyway, did Ragdoll say how long this would last?”

            “I’m not really sure,” Mandalay answered, as her fingers pressed the hypnotized hero closer to her chest for warmth. “We should probably give her a call to reverse it though.”

            “Or maybe we try something else out,” Pixie Bob suggested as she played around with Aizawa’s tail. “I’m sure the coin is around here somewhere. We could try changing him up a bit. Like what if we make him more like a puppy?”

            “Ha, that would be pretty nice. As much as I love cats, I like dogs too.”

            “Nya MMMMPPPHH, hmmm, what?”

            The definitively less playful tone to Aizawa’s words sent a shudder of dread through the heroines. As he rose up his head to reveal the lack of swirls in his eyes, the pair leapt off the couch. Slowly backing away, they watched as the limber nature of Aizawa’s body slowly reverted to its wearier state. Picking up his head and pulling off the fake ears, he looked over the women with his usual stare.

            “Are you back to your old self?” Mandalay asked.

            “Yeah,” Aizawaa replied, scratching the back of his head to shake off the lingering grogginess. “You must have said the reversal phrase.”

            “How… much do you remember?” Pixie Bob inquired.

            “Everything,” he answered as he pulled off his paws.

            Stepping closer to Pixie Bob for support, Mandalay asked, “Are you mad?”

            “Depends,” he said as he picked himself up off the couch. “How did the students do?”

            “They passed with flying colors,” Pixie Bob hazarded to speak. “I think it was all thanks to your… cheering.”

            Aizawa let out a sigh. “Well, I guess that’s fine then,” he continued as he made his way towards his discarded clothes. “Let me get changed and we’ll go check on them.”

            “R-right,” Mandalay replied as she lowered her head.

            “And hey,” Aizawa said, his clothes gripped tightly in his hands. “I… enjoyed it too.”

            “R-really?” Pixie Bob asked.

            “Yeah,” he admitted, a slight blush lingering on his cheeks. “I… appreciated getting to let loose. Really needed it after everything we’ve gone through.”

            Mandalay hazarded a grin. “Does that you’d be willing to do it for more training courses?”

            “Or just when we have some free time?” Pixie Bob asked as she tapped her fingers together.

            “I’ll think about it,” is all Aizawa was willing to admit at the time, still needing a chance to recover from his stint as the Wild Wild Pussycats’ playful kitty.