Warning: This story...
Contains a relationship between a man and his neko (aka a person with cat ears and tail).
It is revealed that Peter had a sexual and romantic attraction towards Wade when he was a full-on cat but nothing happens when in that form.
I don't put Peter's age but if you're picky about how long cats live you might be able to make an under-age complaint. In my head, I picture them as both being adults, though I do call Peter a cat boy a couple of times.
Wade strolled down the suburban street, for once not minding the horrified looks he received as in exchange his bare skin got to be hit with the warm fall sun. He stared mindlessly ahead with both hands in his pullover hoodie pocket, his scattered brain flipping from one random thought to another when he passed by a playground.
"Ha ha, it's stuck."
"Why's it all rainbow?"
"Isn't that hurting it?"
"No, it's okay." Morbid curiosity and boredom led to Wade wandering over to the huddle of children. He easily towered over the group yet still had trouble seeing past their heads.
"What are we looking at?" He finally asked and soon found himself abandoned with the screams of terrified children fading away. Wade gave a shrug, being too used to this sort of treatment by now, and looked down to see what had held the children's attention.
There lay a tree branch on the ground with something colorful and ferry underneath it. Wade first saw a blue tail waving furiously on one side of the branch, and when he leaned over, he found the head of a distressed cat, fur mostly red with white all around the eyes.
"Oh shit," Wade swore out loud as he stepped over the branch and knelt down in front of the panicking animal. "You got some bad luck there pussy, I can relate." He told it before reaching out and lifting the branch.
Immediately the feline attempted to make an escape but crumpled to the ground with each attempt, letting out a tiny sound just before falling each time.
"Have you been drinking all night kitty?" Wade jokingly asked as he reached out and gently lifted the cat off the ground who mistakenly attempted to attack its savior. It got a good few scratches in on the mercenary, but Wade barely flinched as they were made and vanished within seconds.
"Hey now, that's no way to treat a guy who just saved you from the wrath of children." He scolded which got the attention of the feline. It finally stopped its assault and looked up at the man. The two watched each other curiously as if either were waiting for the other to do something before Wade finally spoke again.
"Good..." He paused to lift the cat up and get a look at its underside. "boy." He discovered as he lowered the cat back down. He then gave the animal a quick scan. No blood, no bald patches, no collar. "This is definitely painted though." He noted, finally noticing the texture of the feline. "You poor little thing. My kid painted on me once, and it sucked getting it all off, and I'm bald."
The cat meowed at him which Wade happily accepted as a reply.
"You're pretty cool looking though. I think I'm gonna take you home tonight, why not. Got nothing better to do."
And with that obviously brilliant plan decided on, Wade carefully maneuvered the ether lost or wild feline into his large pocket for warmth. He slipped either hand into either opening to keep the cat from escaping. Immediately he could feel the cat fumble around both from its injuries and the unstable floor it stood on. Soon though it settled down, choosing to curl up in the warmth it had been gifted and relax.
Wade couldn't help but smile at how quickly the small animal warmed up to broken, scary ol him, both figuratively and literally. He rarely saw that from any living thing, but it was nice. Having this warm weight on his tummy was soothing.
"Is this what pregnant people feel like?" Wade asked himself with a little scoff before starting his journey home, though he did make a quick detour to the pet shop. "This could be fun for a few hours." Inevitably Wade would get bored and give it away or something, but for now, some company sounded quite nice.
I will point out in advance that this cat does not quite act like a normal kitty so please just accept some things, like how most real cats would never accept being shoved into a hoodie pocket.