Animal Features || (byo) aphrodisiacs

[4_thee_my_lord]

Being completely naked, hand-fed by a stranger that kept pinching his cheek would be something that would normally make Murphy go straight for his guns. The fact that he was completely naked, in the middle of one of the Hotel's seedy bars, was something that he'd never dream of doing on his own free will. Specially not when there was clearly not

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[need_some_rope]

Connor could have easily walked into any of the many dives that the hotel provided for it's clientele, why this one? He didn't know. It served beer and wasn't some poncy wine bar, that's all that Connor really cared about.

He ordered himself a drink and looked around for a spot to sit at. Of course, there was all sorts of shite going on around him. Some of it going on on top of the tables. There was no point in having inhabitions around here. Fuck it, Connor had put on his own sex display out in the lobby not so long ago, he wasn't one to judge.

Whether he wanted to go down that route tonight or not though, he didn't know. For now all he wanted was a quiet drink and to see what the night brought him. He skirted the room and settled himself in the shadows at the back. Comfortable in his alcove, he looked around the bar again.

[4_thee_my_lord]

Murphy knew that smell, he quickly found it despite the numerous scents that were trying to hide it from him. It was his brother's. A friendly hand. Hopefully someone who'd invest a little more food on him, unlike the cheap fucker who'd only offered him a few chips thinking that would be enough to keep his attention for the rest of the night.

Raising his tail, he turned away from the man and rushed his step. Murphy moved gracefully, considering he wasn't all that used to walk on all fours, as he approached his brother.

Giving a little turn around a table, cat-Murphy found Connor's alcove. He headbutted his twin's leg, pressing his whole body against it as he meowed his greetings.

[need_some_rope]

He wasn't exactly expecting anyone to start messing about with him under the table, but then in this place he wasn't exactly surprised either. Smiling to himself, he took a swig out of his bottle and reached a hand underneath to tangle in the shortish hair butting up against his thigh.

"Someone fancies themselves a bit of a kitty, eh?" He mumbled, loud enough for whoever had decided to take a shine to him to hear.

His fingers rubbed over stiff, realistic feeling ears, before dropping lower to brush the rough stubble on their jaw. So, it was a guy, then. That suited Connor just fine.

[4_thee_my_lord]

"Mrrrrrooooow."

Murphy stretched his neck, leaning his head into Connor's hand. He soon cocking it so that his brother's fingers were back on the top of his head, angled perfectly to get that scratch behind the ear he so desperatedly wanted.

Nuzzling Connor's leg, he made sure to mark him with his scent, to prove this was Connor and Connor belonged to none other but him.

[dukefuckinwayne]

This just happened to be one of Rocco's favorite bars, one he frequented pretty often, but one he wasn't particularly expecting to one into anyone in. He stepped inside, ordered himself a beer as he settled in at the bar and greeted a couple familiar faces. He was already making idle small talk, cracking a couple of jokes.

He really wasn't expecting anything strange to happen, enjoying something peaceful after all that tattoo shit. He really should have been smarter than that by now, really.

[4_thee_my_lord]

Loud talk and even a little moaning filled the air that night, it was the usual bakcground music in a place like the Hotel.

But when Murphy cried out a guttural, complaning meow, he made some heads turn in his direction. The guy who had been feeding him had suddenly decided to test just how friendly the cat-young man was, stroking him and touching him in places Murphy wasn't all that interested in sharing at the moment.

The guy's own cry attracted a few more people after Murphy scratched his arm, leaving a couple of bloody, nasty cuts.

[dukefuckinwayne]

Rocco had himself nice and distracted with some leggy chick with a nice rack, trying to pour on the charm, but all that was forgotten quick at what sounded llke a fucking angry cat loose in the place. His eyes quickly scanned the hotel for the source of the noise.

He never expected to fucking see that. Changed, yeah, but he looked too fucking familiar. Could've been some weird lookalike, but that didn't really matter. A friend was in trouble... or a guy who looked like his friend, and Rocco was already getting to his feet and excusing himself to walk over.

"What the fuck's going on here?" Jesus, those were some nasty cuts... had to wonder what the hell the guy'd done to deserve that, but more importantly... He turned his gaze to Murphy. "Murphy? Where the fuck are your..." clothes, he'd been going to ask, but the tail probably made it hard to get into jeans. Then there was the fur...

He had not had enough to drink tonight for this shit. "Look, come here."

[4_thee_my_lord]

The hair at the back of Murphy's head and his arms was now standing as he glared at this guy. The fucker was being held back by a couple of men, both tending on his wounds now. Let him go, Murphy thought, he was desperate to give the wanker anothe lesson.

But the familiar voice distracted him. There was Rocco, clearly worried about him, hopefully ready to invite him some dinner.

Murphy ignored the command, though. He simply sat down, wrapping his tail around his body as he started licking his hand clean.

[morbidbubbles2]

"KITTY!" was what Tina's inner child was screaming in her head when she spied that friendly swishing tail, the owner of it half-obscured by a nearby table.

Two drinks and three ignored pick-up lines later, Tina was still staring at the cat. "I have to touch it," She thought. "I wanna pet it." Finally getting the nerve to leave her seat, she slowly approached the feline from behind, the size of the cat not hitting her until she'd already placed her hand on its back. "Huuuuge kitty...."

[4_thee_my_lord]

Murphy had heard Tina approach him from the back before she had even managed to get her hands on him, his ears twitching along each drunk step she took.

Since his body changed, he was a bit more wary of his surroundings, but seeing how light those steps sounded? Whoever was coming to him from the back was sure small. Not a threat at all.

He turned around, purring softly as those hands massaged his back, greeting back that cheerful tone on the familiar voice.

[watersacrificed]

All Aqua wanted to do was sit down at the bar and get something strong for herself. She had had a long day and while books would've been her go to, but sadly all of her books managed to disappear. So it was off to the bar for a stiff drink, just one drink to keep herself sane.

The blunette knew what to expect from the seedy bars of the hotel, but not a humanoid cat. Especially one as...exotic looking as Murphy. Aqua was a bit wary of him, but he was in between her and the bar. Letting out a soft sigh, she maneuvered around him, muttering a soft 'excuse me' in the process.

Once she found a seat at the bar, she sat down and ordered a shot of tequila. Part of her wanted to stay focus on getting her drink, watching the bartenders moves so no aphrodisiacs found their way into her drink...but the other part? She couldn't help but try and steal a subtle glance or two at him.

[4_thee_my_lord]

Even back when he was fully human, Murphy had that sixth sense that made you turn your head whenever someone's staring at you for long enough. His ears kept flicking now, turning back on their own to try and hear better watever was going on behind his back.

But he was still human, and his interest soon drifted and focused on the few caresses he was getting from people passing by, on the food that was offered. Those were all brief distractions and soon the man-cat was roaming the place, his eyes meeting Aqua and sending a deja-vu feeling through his entire body.

[watersacrificed]

Aqua decided to stay at the bar, downing her first shot in an instant. The alcohol burned the back of her tongue as it slid down her throat, but it calmed her down slightly. Every now and again her eyes would roam back to the cat man, wondering why he was in a place like this. Was he lost? A new comer?

The bluenette turned away to order another shot. While the bartender was prepping her drink, she looked over to Murphy's way again. This time their eyes met, sending a chill down Aqua's spine. Immediately she looked away, trying to hide the fact she was staring. But she had been caught.

"Sorry....you looked like you were lost..." she admitted.

[lillithwhispers]

Admittedly, it was one of the strangest things she'd seen at the hotel so far, and that said a lot, even though she was new. Still, there was something fascinating about the humanoid cat, and she had to approach him if only to see if those ears really did feel like fur.

"May I?" she asked, reaching up to indicate that she wanted to scratch behind one of his ears. She wasn't sure just what kind of cat-person he was, whether he spoke or not, but she figured it was best to ask first.

[4_thee_my_lord]

Murphy was minding his own business, washing his face with his hand/paw and openly ignoring the fact that he knew he was being watched, even as she approached him.

Once she was too close, even addressing him, he gave her a wary look; he didn't want the girl to think he was oblivious, a complete animal, but he didn't want to be treated like a pet either.

"What?"

[lillithwhispers]

She was surprised. He looked, and acted, so cat-like that she hadn't expected him to speak. She froze, feeling awkward and perhaps blushing slightly as that distinct caught with her hand in the cookie jar feeling swept over.

"May I buy you a drink?" she asked, curling her hand and retracting it in hopes that he'd think she was about to tap him on the shoulder or something equally less embarrassing than wanting to touch his soft, furry ears. She wasn't an animal person--she swore she wasn't--but sometimes those childish urges to pet anything that resembled one rose up in her, and she was only humanoid herself, after all. Demons were children once, too.