McKay's a Cat Person, Part 9, bestiality, toys, dub-con
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October 13 2010, 01:34:58 UTC
"Oh," said Teyla, looking down at the floor. "Like this one?"
Everyone looked down. John was sitting beside Teyla's foot, looking up at Rodney.
"Yes," said Rodney. "Exactly like that one."
"What in the world is a cat doing here?" Elizabeth asked, startled.
"That's beside the point," said Rodney, waving away the question. "The point is, Sheppard is now also a cat. Inside his head. Which means, I know a way to get him down. But everyone else has to leave, and I'll need some tuna."
***
It was a simple waiting game. When Max got hungry, he began to whine in his throat, and Rodney talked to him. Rodney was sitting behind one of the jumpers, situated so that Max couldn't actually see him, but he could hear him. When Rodney felt the time was right, he clucked a little and began opening the can of tuna. Almost immediately, he heard a couple of thuds that meant Max had jumped down (although Rodney still couldn't fathom how) and then John's naked body came sniffing around the corner of the jumper. Rodney forked the tuna into a bowl and set it on the floor, and Max planted his face in it and began eating.
It was a somewhat mesmerizing sight to Rodney. Here was John naked on all fours, not caring in the slightest that his ass was up in the air in the middle of the jumper bay, his legs spread slightly so that Rodney could see his balls hanging down. He knew it wasn't really John acting completely uninhibited like this; it was Max, his cat for god's sake, but it was still undeniably sexy in a raw, primal sort of way. Rodney watched the muscles in Max's back and shoulders flexing as he ate. He'd sent the real John off with Teyla and given her some instructions on what to feed him, though come to think of it, he couldn't remember if he'd told her that the cat was actually John or not. Oh well, not like it really mattered. Even Xena: Warrior Princess would be able to figure it out if she paid any attention at all.
When Maximus was done licking the bottom of the bowl, he looked up at Rodney. Rodney held out his hand. "Come here, buddy," he said. Max hesitated a moment, then crawled over and butted his head against Rodney's hand. Rodney petted him, carding his fingers through the dark, mussed hair, and then running his palm down Max's neck and across the smooth skin of his shoulder. He wasn't sure at first if the petting would have the same effect in a human body as it usually did for his cat, but Max didn't appear to notice much of a difference. He crowded closer to Rodney's body, turned this way and that to make the most of the stroking where he wanted it, and began to hum low in his throat, the closest approximation a human could make to purring. He rubbed his head across Rodney's chest over and over.
Rodney could feel himself getting hard. He couldn't help it; it was John's body doing this to him. "Alright, Maxi," he said, shifting away from John's hands, which looked suspiciously like they were going to knead his thigh. "We should get you back to... where am I supposed to keep you?" He paused for a moment with his fingers carded through Max's hair. Max turned his head to lick Rodney's forearm. "Hey, none of that," Rodney said, hastily taking his hand back. "My quarters, I guess. I told John I'd take care of you."
It was something of an ordeal getting Maximus back to Rodney's quarters. The cat was off balance walking on two legs and kept trying to use his hands. He absolutely did not want Rodney holding his hand to guide him, but Rodney couldn't get him to move in the right direction otherwise. He ended up scooping Max into his arms and carrying him, which Max didn't seem to mind terribly, although it killed Rodney's back. Rodney kept trying not to look at Sheppard's cock, which flopped around nonchalantly whenever Max squirmed. The journey took much longer than it should've, and ended when Rodney abruptly dropped Max onto the rug just inside the door to his quarters.
Everyone looked down. John was sitting beside Teyla's foot, looking up at Rodney.
"Yes," said Rodney. "Exactly like that one."
"What in the world is a cat doing here?" Elizabeth asked, startled.
"That's beside the point," said Rodney, waving away the question. "The point is, Sheppard is now also a cat. Inside his head. Which means, I know a way to get him down. But everyone else has to leave, and I'll need some tuna."
***
It was a simple waiting game. When Max got hungry, he began to whine in his throat, and Rodney talked to him. Rodney was sitting behind one of the jumpers, situated so that Max couldn't actually see him, but he could hear him. When Rodney felt the time was right, he clucked a little and began opening the can of tuna. Almost immediately, he heard a couple of thuds that meant Max had jumped down (although Rodney still couldn't fathom how) and then John's naked body came sniffing around the corner of the jumper. Rodney forked the tuna into a bowl and set it on the floor, and Max planted his face in it and began eating.
It was a somewhat mesmerizing sight to Rodney. Here was John naked on all fours, not caring in the slightest that his ass was up in the air in the middle of the jumper bay, his legs spread slightly so that Rodney could see his balls hanging down. He knew it wasn't really John acting completely uninhibited like this; it was Max, his cat for god's sake, but it was still undeniably sexy in a raw, primal sort of way. Rodney watched the muscles in Max's back and shoulders flexing as he ate. He'd sent the real John off with Teyla and given her some instructions on what to feed him, though come to think of it, he couldn't remember if he'd told her that the cat was actually John or not. Oh well, not like it really mattered. Even Xena: Warrior Princess would be able to figure it out if she paid any attention at all.
When Maximus was done licking the bottom of the bowl, he looked up at Rodney. Rodney held out his hand. "Come here, buddy," he said. Max hesitated a moment, then crawled over and butted his head against Rodney's hand. Rodney petted him, carding his fingers through the dark, mussed hair, and then running his palm down Max's neck and across the smooth skin of his shoulder. He wasn't sure at first if the petting would have the same effect in a human body as it usually did for his cat, but Max didn't appear to notice much of a difference. He crowded closer to Rodney's body, turned this way and that to make the most of the stroking where he wanted it, and began to hum low in his throat, the closest approximation a human could make to purring. He rubbed his head across Rodney's chest over and over.
Rodney could feel himself getting hard. He couldn't help it; it was John's body doing this to him. "Alright, Maxi," he said, shifting away from John's hands, which looked suspiciously like they were going to knead his thigh. "We should get you back to... where am I supposed to keep you?" He paused for a moment with his fingers carded through Max's hair. Max turned his head to lick Rodney's forearm. "Hey, none of that," Rodney said, hastily taking his hand back. "My quarters, I guess. I told John I'd take care of you."
It was something of an ordeal getting Maximus back to Rodney's quarters. The cat was off balance walking on two legs and kept trying to use his hands. He absolutely did not want Rodney holding his hand to guide him, but Rodney couldn't get him to move in the right direction otherwise. He ended up scooping Max into his arms and carrying him, which Max didn't seem to mind terribly, although it killed Rodney's back. Rodney kept trying not to look at Sheppard's cock, which flopped around nonchalantly whenever Max squirmed. The journey took much longer than it should've, and ended when Rodney abruptly dropped Max onto the rug just inside the door to his quarters.
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