Fridays were when the cat pounced. Luke would be passing under the tree and a heavy furry lump would fall onto him, followed by scrambling legs and an obnoxious purr. The first time it had happened Luke had fallen himself, landing on his butt with the cat curling on his chest purring smugly. It had looked very pleased with itself.
He'd tried umbrellas, they were killed. A woolly hat, it got tugged off. Walking a different route, it seemed there was another cat tree and...this time there was a hint of claws, just the hint, a warning.
Telling his colleagues meant the jokes started. People creeping behind him to utter a loud 'MEOW' glasses of milk left on his desk and squeaky catnip toys dangling from his desk partition.
It was the sandwich seller aka mad cat lady who stood wide eyed listening to his woes. 'You've been chosen' she muttered crossing herself which seemed a tad dramatic. He half expected her to produce a sword and swing for his head! But his vow of 'I'm not Scottish and I look terrible in a kilt' got a perplexed look. Wrong movie then. She shook her head, and how did someone with such wild curls work in food prep, surely there were rules?
'To be chosen by one of the cat-tail tree cats is an honour' she imparted in hushing her voice to show how serious this was, though it just meant the whole office leaned in closer in order to hear.
'They say they are familiars, or where the race of human-cat familiars originated. The fruit of the cat-tail tree are precious and special and will make advances only on their true mate, their destined match.'
'Well that must make for the worst case of blue-balls ever!' Luke muttered and got whacked with a roll of cling-film - the woman gave no thoughts to good hygiene!
That Friday when the cat unerringly dropped from the tree Luke decided to speak to it, there was no-one around to lock him up. 'One - I thought cats were meant to be graceful, you drop down like a lead balloon, a molting lead balloon. Two - If you're really some extra special precious little flower how about you zap to human and let me see huh? Wouldn't that be easier?'
He didn't expect what happened. He was back on his arse in the street this time with a very naked young man perched over him and an eyeful of rather lovely cock. Smooth erect skin, a decent length, nice girth, pulsing slightly as it bobbed at eye level. Luke licked his lips, it had been awhile.
'I am too graceful' a petulant voice scolded him. 'Not my fault you're a particularly dense human who refuse to take me home and worship me. You're supposed to be worshipful not carrying those ridiculous shield things.' 'Umbrellas? You killed them all' 'Killed the dead' the cat-boy-man-creature sat on Luke's lap regarding him proudly 'I am death to um-brellas. A fierce predator who can protect his foolish mate. So my mate, you've seen' he sent an impish look down his body 'are you going to be easy now? Finally take me home and..' the rest of the suggestion was cut off by a horrified female gasp and the terror zapping back to cat form fluffing up and looking about all innocent 'who me a naked human? must have hit your head love!'
An elderly lady stood wavering rubbing her eyes 'I thought..' 'Are you okay?' Luke asked feeling shaken himself I'll get out of your way, sorry' she continued to blink 'cat jumped from the tree and knocked me over' he picked himself up then looking thoughtfully at the haughty cat scooped him up 'I'd best take it to the vet see if it's hurt'
'Oh yes' she finally spoke 'and you're all right are you?' 'Yes thanks' the cat was purring like an engine. 'Oh good, for a minute I thought..' she shook her head weakly, 'sun in my eye i'd best get home and rest a little'
'Shut-up you' Luke murmured watching her toddle off 'Or I'll take you to the vet for The Op' the cat was abruptly quiet. But he did spend the rest of the weekend showing Luke just how much he had to loose from that action.
It was a very mellow Luke that wandered into the office on Monday. Clothes a little rumpled and a sleepy smile for everyone. He got some raised eyebrows, a nod and free sandwich from the trolley and the following Friday noticed several of his single colleagues going his way home and walking hopefully under a certain cat-tail tree! He himself hurried past ignoring the mocking purrs, he already had his prize at home waiting to be worshipped with hands and tongue and cock.
The first time it had happened Luke had fallen himself, landing on his butt with the cat curling on his chest purring smugly. It had looked very pleased with itself.
He'd tried umbrellas, they were killed. A woolly hat, it got tugged off. Walking a different route, it seemed there was another cat tree and...this time there was a hint of claws, just the hint, a warning.
Telling his colleagues meant the jokes started. People creeping behind him to utter a loud 'MEOW' glasses of milk left on his desk and squeaky catnip toys dangling from his desk partition.
It was the sandwich seller aka mad cat lady who stood wide eyed listening to his woes. 'You've been chosen' she muttered crossing herself which seemed a tad dramatic. He half expected her to produce a sword and swing for his head! But his vow of 'I'm not Scottish and I look terrible in a kilt' got a perplexed look. Wrong movie then. She shook her head, and how did someone with such wild curls work in food prep, surely there were rules?
'To be chosen by one of the cat-tail tree cats is an honour' she imparted in hushing her voice to show how serious this was, though it just meant the whole office leaned in closer in order to hear.
'They say they are familiars, or where the race of human-cat familiars originated. The fruit of the cat-tail tree are precious and special and will make advances only on their true mate, their destined match.'
'Well that must make for the worst case of blue-balls ever!' Luke muttered and got whacked with a roll of cling-film - the woman gave no thoughts to good hygiene!
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He didn't expect what happened. He was back on his arse in the street this time with a very naked young man perched over him and an eyeful of rather lovely cock. Smooth erect skin, a decent length, nice girth, pulsing slightly as it bobbed at eye level. Luke licked his lips, it had been awhile.
'I am too graceful' a petulant voice scolded him. 'Not my fault you're a particularly dense human who refuse to take me home and worship me. You're supposed to be worshipful not carrying those ridiculous shield things.'
'Umbrellas? You killed them all'
'Killed the dead' the cat-boy-man-creature sat on Luke's lap regarding him proudly 'I am death to um-brellas. A fierce predator who can protect his foolish mate. So my mate, you've seen' he sent an impish look down his body 'are you going to be easy now? Finally take me home and..'
the rest of the suggestion was cut off by a horrified female gasp and the terror zapping back to cat form fluffing up and looking about all innocent 'who me a naked human? must have hit your head love!'
An elderly lady stood wavering rubbing her eyes 'I thought..'
'Are you okay?' Luke asked feeling shaken himself I'll get out of your way, sorry' she continued to blink 'cat jumped from the tree and knocked me over' he picked himself up then looking thoughtfully at the haughty cat scooped him up 'I'd best take it to the vet see if it's hurt'
'Oh yes' she finally spoke 'and you're all right are you?'
'Yes thanks' the cat was purring like an engine.
'Oh good, for a minute I thought..' she shook her head weakly, 'sun in my eye i'd best get home and rest a little'
'Shut-up you' Luke murmured watching her toddle off 'Or I'll take you to the vet for The Op' the cat was abruptly quiet. But he did spend the rest of the weekend showing Luke just how much he had to loose from that action.
It was a very mellow Luke that wandered into the office on Monday. Clothes a little rumpled and a sleepy smile for everyone. He got some raised eyebrows, a nod and free sandwich from the trolley and the following Friday noticed several of his single colleagues going his way home and walking hopefully under a certain cat-tail tree! He himself hurried past ignoring the mocking purrs, he already had his prize at home waiting to be worshipped with hands and tongue and cock.
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So ... great a use of these prompts.
Thank You.
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Wonderfully done! Thank you for writing and sharing this. :D <3
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