Co-written between Tangerine Catnip and NebulousMistress

Beware cats who watch Oprah

Danny walked ahead of Vlad as they entered the manor. He swallowed nervously. As soon as those doors closed he'd be locked away from his old life for three whole nights. It was the last leg of his deal and by far the hardest to endure.

The hallway was empty. The whole house felt empty. All the hired help was sent home for the weekend so Vlad could do whatever he wanted without prying eyes.

Danny threw his backpack over his shoulder only for Vlad to snatch it from his back and hold it out of reach. Danny protested but the look he got from Vlad told him all too well that this wasn't something he could control.

Vlad took the boy's bag up the spiral staircase to his bedroom, hoisting the bag onto the bed and opening it. "Cute," he said, pulling out a stack of t-shirts. Next, a pair of jeans. "Oh so hopeful. Pants. Really, Daniel." Vlad gave an evil laugh when he came to a pair of underwear. He threw everything into the bag and zipped it back up, tossing the duffel unceremoniously into a corner.

Vlad turned back to leer at Danny as the boy stood there making his annoyance known. "You won't be needing your current clothes, either," he said. "Be a good pet and take them off."

Danny glared. So he wasn't going to be wearing any clothes, then. He should have seen that coming. After all, this was the man who had him in girl's panties for a week.

Danny took a deep breath. He wasn't a prude, at least not around Vlad. Hesitation was a sign of weakness, after all. He tugged off his tie and took his uniform off piece by piece. Silently he wished it farewell; if things worked out then he wouldn't have to wear it ever again. "Am I going to be wearing anything at all this weekend?" Danny asked flatly. He kicked off his pants, leaving him in his silk panties.

Vlad came over and ran his hand down the curve of Danny's ass, sliding his fingers along the crack through the silk. He reached around and rubbed Danny's interested cock through the fabric, coaxing it to hardness through the silk.

Danny moaned. He tried to pull Vlad closer but the elder kept his distance as he touched him, making sure to tease and torment to leave Danny wanting more.

Vlad smirked and stepped away. "You won't even be wearing these," Vlad said, gesturing at the panties. "I have something else in mind for you."

Danny nodded. He was glad to have them off now that he was far too hard to fit into them. He slid them down his hips and crawled onto the bed. The cloudiness returned to his mind as it grew easy to obey again. His worries melted away as his thoughts turned to what Vlad had in store for him.

The elder spent a few moments posing Danny how he liked, getting him to kneel with his weight shifted forward and his chin tilted up. Then his hands went to the little wooden box that rested on the bedside table. Vlad undid the latch and reached inside.

"I had these specially made for you, Daniel," Vlad said. "The technology is fully tested on humans, works beautifully, but I am not entirely sure how it will react to us. I guess we'll just have to see." With that Vlad pulled a fuzzy something out of the box and fitted it onto Danny's head. Two tiny sensors were placed against his forehead as Vlad tied the apparatus on with a ribbon under Danny's chin.

As the bow was tied there was a twitch. One furry ear raised in curiosity. Vlad reached up and rubbed Danny behind his ears. His brain-wave activated, robotic, furry kitty ears.

Danny's eyes widened and the ears stood on end, little motors inside them whirring to life. He couldn't find the words to say. He really had not been expecting that. His eyes closed as he was petted. His hand strayed to his collar, a habit he'd picked up when he thought about it. Vlad was dressing him up like a cat. But... why?

One ear lowered in thought, his new way of expressing confusion. "Don't you already own a cat?" Danny asked. He looked up, straining his eyes to try and see what color his ears were. Interesting, they perfectly matched his hair.

"Why yes, I do," Vlad admitted. "But she is, shall we say, lacking in certain qualities..." Vlad let his eyes wander up and down Danny's kneeling form. His tongue darted out and licked his lips before he made the attempt to look detached. "She's terrible at chess."

Vlad pulled the bottle of lube off the nightstand, squeezing out enough. Warm lubed fingers toyed with Danny's hole before one slipped inside. He pushed Danny down onto his hands and knees, all the better to finger him.

For a moment Danny forgot all about the ears. It wasn't the most embarrassing thing he could have been ordered to do. If Vlad wanted him to wear them he would, at least as long as the elder was willing to finger him like that. He rocked back onto Vlad's fingers; the break from the plug left him craving the sensation. He was getting way too used to having pleasure given like this. He wondered if he would ever be able to masturbate again without fingering himself.

Vlad smirked when he saw Danny's cat-ears droop in time with a long, self-satisfied sigh. He inserted a second finger as he began to finger-fuck the boy in earnest. He drew his fingers in and out, gently stroking Danny's prostate on each slow drag outward. Sighs turned to pants and moans, pretty little animalistic noises of pleasure as Danny pressed back into Vlad's fingers, seeking more.

"Meow for me," Vlad commanded.

Danny opened one eye, his ears standing up as he tried to focus. Did Vlad just ask him to meow? Meow... like a cat?

The order came again, this time firmer. Danny shook his head, lost in the pleasure and unable to string together the thoughts necessary to realize how ridiculous this was.

Another stroke on that spot and his body shivered in pleasure as he gasped. He waited for the next pulse but Vlad was holding very still. Danny whined. What had he done wrong… unless...

His lips parted and his whine turned into a long needy meow. Danny was vaguely surprised at how well it conveyed how he felt. He repeated the cry and his ears pricked up only to drop back down as the fingers inside him began to move, returning to their rhythm.

"Good kitty," Vlad praised, speeding up his pace. Danny whimpered in need as Vlad fingered him, pressed inside in rhythm as Danny pushed back for more sensation. The boy's inner muscles gripped him, tried to keep him inside with every long drag outward.

Vlad kissed the boy's hip and brought his spare hand up to press against the boy's hard cock. "Meow again," he commanded, his hands promising pleasure but not quite giving it.

Danny dug his fingers into the mattress, writhing under Vlad's presence. He felt surrounded and suffocated; he could smell the elder male with every breath, feel his touch with every inch of his body. He clenched against the fingers inside of him, his chest rising and falling with split second breaths. The second meow was easier then the first, the sound came from somewhere primal deep inside him. The inhuman sound passed his lips and echoed around Vlad's bedroom. The next one came even faster til he found himself meowing and moaning in unison.

"Good kitties deserve a reward," Vlad purred. With that he started stroking Danny's cock as he fingered the boy. Danny's ears bobbed interestingly. First down and back while he whimpered, then pricked forward while he meowed and moaned. Vlad wanted to see what those ears looked like during orgasm. Would the sensors even be able to handle the strain?

Danny's back arched as he grasped at the sheets. It took him a moment to realize that Vlad was going to let him cum. After all the denial he'd almost forgotten it could be that easy. He felt the blood rush to his face, his heart pound in his chest. His long meows shortened to soft short gasps.

Vlad's fingers hit that spot and he yowled like a cat in heat. The ears wiggled non-stop like the motors had gone berserk. Warm cum dripped from Vlad's fingers onto the sheets. And then the ears finally settled down as he collapsed forward, sprawling on the bed.

"Good pet," Vlad praised, gently easing his fingers out of Danny's ass. He brought his hand up from Danny's cock, idly licking the drops of cum from his fingers. The twitching of Danny's ears had been interestingly reminiscent of the squeezing of his ass and the bobbing of his cock as he came. More testing was in order. Maybe after giving the boy time to recover and time to learn his new place. After all, being a pretty little pet wasn't just going to be sleeping on pillows and lapping cream from a saucer.

Vlad reached for his newest butt plug, something made especially for Danny. He lubed it up, warmed the cold steel, and pressed it into Danny's pliant, greedy hole.

Danny shivered and his mouth fell open, a low sound spilling from his lips as it slid into him. His inner muscles clenched around the curve, holding it in place. He pushed himself up, curious about what Vlad had put in his ass. It felt oddly heavier than usual. When he looked between his legs he saw the long fluffy black fur hanging between his legs, the same type of fur as the ears and just as unkempt as the hair on his head.

He had a tail. Danny tried to ask Vlad what it was for but all that passed his lips was a quizzical meow. Danny shook his head, his ears wiggling as his thoughts tossed. What the hell was going on?

Vlad stroked Danny's hair, rubbing him behind his robotic ears, before bringing out the next part of his pet's new attire. Black mitts to go over Danny's hands, binding his fingers together to turn his hands into paws. The fur-covered leather even had rubber paws on the bottom so he wouldn't slip, so he would be able to leave paw prints everywhere he went.

"There's more," he said, slipping one mitt over an unsure hand. "You're the one who's always harping on me about getting a 'lonely guy' cat. So for the next three days you will personally fill that role. You will be trained as a pet, fed as a pet, kept as a pet. You will speak only when I allow it, although don't count on that. Unless you are otherwise allowed you will communicate as a pet. You may meow, hiss, murr, growl, purr, even paw at me."

Danny blinked and wiggled but Vlad managed to slide both mitts on before he could squirm away. They were fastened tightly around his wrists as the fog faded from his mind. Coming back to earth from his orgasmic high, he realized that there was no way for him to undo the clasps, not with both his hands trapped. He could chew his way out of his bonds if he really tried but he doubted Vlad wouldn't notice that. For all intents and purposes he was now unable to do anything with his hands.

He scooted away from Vlad. The man was looking at him with an intensity than Danny had never seen before. "You… you can't be serious," Danny said. "V-Vlad you... you can't be..."

"And why not?" Vlad asked. "What about your situation doesn't seem serious enough for you? Is it because you don't have a bell yet?" Vlad went back to the armoire and brought out a few somethings to rectify Danny's apprehension. A bell for his collar and the riding crop. "Because I can do the bell if you need it," he said, holding it up for Danny to see. He rang it, an evil grin coming over his face as he did.

Danny flinched, backing up against the headboard.

"I am completely serious, my pet," Vlad said. "Over the next few days I will be training you as a kitty. I expect you to submit to this training and to put effort into it. Otherwise..." He raised the riding crop for emphasis. "I expect you to behave, as well. Keep in mind I did not say I was training you as a 'cat'. There is an important difference there."

Danny glanced at the crop and closed his legs, curling up a little bit on the bed. His ears flattened against his head and he looked away. He pulled his paws up and swallowed his reply. No talking, then.

He took a quick assessment of his situation. He was stark naked and the ears and tail wouldn't be much help against the bite of the crop should he do something wrong. Still...

This wasn't the worst thing Vlad could have come up with. There was no one here to see after all. He could eat out of a bowl for a few days, whatever satisfied Vlad and got this weekend over quicker. That train of thought was calming so he kept following it. It wouldn't so bad to be a cat, or a 'kitty' as Vlad kept calling it. He liked meowing for Vlad and it hadn't exactly been unrewarding. He looked up at Vlad and settled on his knees, nodding slowly. His lips pursed, biting his tongue to hold back further comment.

Vlad smirked. Excellent. His pet was perched on the bed, nodding as he accepted his place. He petted Danny, keeping the riding crop low. It wasn't necessary quite yet. And why would it be? Danny was a good pet, at least when he was being watched. Whether or not he remained a good pet once Vlad looked the other way was in question.

Vlad tied on the last part of the kitty's attire. The bell dangled from Danny's collar, tied to the silver o-ring with a bow of red ribbon. "I figure for the first hour, at least, we'll be getting you used to your new station, pet," Vlad said. "And of course, as a kitty you will be encouraged, even expected to perform certain..." Vlad smirked and reached around to finger Danny's hole, stroking the flesh where it clamped around the neck of the plug. "I will be taking advantage of you, pet," Vlad whispered, his mouth right next to Danny's ear. "And I will not always give you warning."

The teenager wiggled at the intimate touch, his cock twitching. Yet no matter how the whispered words made his heart race it was still too soon to get hard again. Danny wrapped his arms around Vlad's shoulders, his paw pads resting on the elder's back. The dark perverted side of him purred happily at the promise of being used and to his surprise the sound made it passed his chest as a low hum on his exhale, barely audible unless pressed right up close like Vlad was.

"You like that idea," Vlad whispered, hearing the boy purr. "Good pet."

Danny arched his hips, wishing Vlad would play with the plug, pressing back against the fingertips that had so recently driven him to orgasm. He nuzzled into Vlad's neck, his cat ears drooping, the fuzzy black fur tickling the elder's cheek.

Vlad pulled away, pausing to stroke Danny's hair. He could see the look in his pet's eye, the wiggle of his hips translating into a sway of his tail. How could he still be horny? He traced his fingers along Danny's face, ending under his chin. He tilted the boy's head up so he could see those lustful eyes, that pretty red bow, the collar with its shining bell, the little pink tongue as it darted out to lick his lips... "You only have a little bit of time before I begin training you properly," he said. "What would you like to do now?"

Danny's eyebrows raised. Even if he'd had the slightest clue what he wanted to do he had no idea how he was supposed to say it without words. He dragged his paw over Vlad's chest, pushing back and giving him a look. Or did it not count yet because they hadn't started training yet? Maybe this was a trick question.

Danny sighed and slipped out of Vlad's grip. He wanted to have a good look around this place that he'd be staying for the rest of the weekend. If he had to show that with his body then so be it. Danny's bare feet hit the carpet and he stood up, stretching out his back and exposing his bare body. He moaned softly and dropped his arms, making his way towards the bedroom door.

Vlad watched Danny's tail sway as he walked, a fuzzy black trail that led his eyes directly to that round firm butt. He had the urge to slap that butt with the crop but he refrained. After all, the boy wasn't trained yet. He would have his fun later, watching that ass turn red with slaps from the crop as he made Danny learn to carry himself properly.

"A warning," Vlad said. "You're not allowed to nap on any of the beds. If I find you in one I will make sure you have a rude awakening."

Danny huffed, pouting. "Does that rule apply after you've fucked me in your bed?" he asked. His ears pricked even as he bit down on his tongue. This staying silent thing was going to take work. Still, if after-sex cuddles were out then he wanted to know. Usually they were the only regular thing he indulged in. He watched the riding crop, ready to bolt if it looked like he was going to get hit.

"Who says I'm going to be fucking you in the bed?" Vlad asked. "I have this entire mansion ready and available. Why limit myself to a bed?" A slow smirk blossomed on his face. "I've always thought of playing with you in the kitchen. Oh, but we might get your furry little paws all dirty..." He reached out with the crop, using its keeper to gently stroke down the shaft of Danny's cock, then sliding under to lift it up. When Danny pulled away he gave the boy a look halfway between an indulgence and a warning.

Danny licked his lips. It sounded like he'd better get used to being touched near constantly. He swallowed and nodded, trying not to think of how good the cool leather of the crop felt on his tender skin.

Danny stepped back and walked down the hallway, not turning to see if he was being followed. The bell around his neck jangled with every step. He hopped down the steps two at a time and wandered through the main hall. Above him a glass chandelier hung, bathing the room in bright shards of reflected light. His ears twitched, one raising while the other lowered. Vlad was going to have a lot of fun trying to decipher what made the ears react over the weekend. Danny wasn't too bothered by it since he couldn't see them anyway.

He turned the corner and walked into the living room, following an impulse to jump on the couch. He vaulted over the back of the couch and settled down facing the wide plasma screen. He reached for the remote then realized he probably couldn't work the buttons with paws like this.

Vlad watched Danny from the doorway. He watched Danny prod the TV, trying to figure out how to work it with only paws. "Maddie manages it just fine with just her paws," he said, almost mocking in tone.

Danny jumped; he hadn't even realized he was being followed. He glared at Vlad but the elder just smiled and then he left, the crop hooked to his belt swaying gently as he walked away.

In another room the clock began to chime the hour. Four loud bongs echoed through the hall and a faint jingle-jingle could be heard from the hallway. Maddie the cat bounded into the room, fully expecting to be able to jump on the couch just in time for her show to start. She screeched to a stop when she saw the sight before her.

Oh hell no. Another cat! A huge one, too. Mostly bald. But he had fur in some of the important parts. Nowhere near enough fur, in her opinion.

But that wasn't important. What was important was the fact that he was on her couch! Could he not see all of the tasteful white hairs she'd shed over the arms? She murred in annoyance as he fiddled with her remote, kept dropping it. Speaking of... It clattered to the floor and she pounced on it. She batted at it until it faced the right way and trod on the correct buttons that always got her to her show.

The TV sprang to life and the channels changed until it came to the right one. She then jumped on the couch, crawled halfway onto this new cat, stuck her face in his, and glared.

Danny blinked at the remote then to the fuzzy white cat. Okay, that was so unfair; her paws were half the size of his, way easier to hit the buttons. He huffed, returning her glare. It was bad enough that he was being bossed around by Vlad; he didn't need to add this angry fur-ball to the list.

The blaring commercials ended and Maddie's show began. Oprah...? Danny gave her an odd look and shoved her off the sofa. He knew vaguely about this show but had never watched it. But it was something, he supposed he might as well until he learned how to work the TV remote without having to resort to licking the controller. He rested his head in his paw and pulled a pillow into his lap, still not completely comfortable with not having any clothes on.

Maddie lay on the floor stunned. She'd just been... kicked off of... her own couch?!

It took her a moment to comprehend the indignity of the situation before she yowled loudly. She then turned to glare back at the big naked cat. She launched herself onto the couch, digging her claws into the upholstery Her ears fell back and she hissed at him. He was interrupting her show! She didn't want to get into an argument that might involve claws, though. After all, his paws were huge! His claws had to be huge too. But still, this was her couch! She'd made it smell like her because it was hers. She pouted and flopped onto the couch arm, not willing to even touch this new naked cat.

Her show had better not be a rerun.

Danny sat up to make room for the creature. There was enough room on the sofa to share provided that thing kept her claws away from his junk. Vlad just had to get a cat a crazy as he was. If Maddie got to sleep on the bed and he didn't though... Oh, there would be hell to pay.

Not ten minutes in and Danny was bored stiff. He hung upside-down from the sofa watching the TV but upside-down talk show wasn't any better than right-side-up talk show. Maybe he'd get lucky and something would explode soon.

Nothing. Danny glanced at the cat who seemed oddly entranced, even nodding in agreement with certain points made. Danny shuddered and decided he was done with it. He got up and left the small white ball of anger to her program, wandering back into the hall.

He found his way into the dining room and then into the kitchen. He could do with a snack.

Wooden cabinets lined the upper half of the room. Pots and pans hung from the ceiling over marble counter-tops and gleaming steel appliances. Danny bypassed the fridge, going for the cupboards first. He opened five before he came across a big bag of potato chips. His favorite flavor, too. Vlad must have been spying.

He reached for the chips with his paw before realizing this was going to be difficult. He used both paws to grab the bag then sat on the floor and pinned the bag down under his paw, digging his teeth into it to rip it open. He grinned when it tore cleanly. Ha! So much for these cat paws now.

Vlad heard the commotion from the pantry. Danny was using his paws and his teeth to attempt to open a bad of snacks. Hmm. He waited until Danny just got the bag open, silently unlatching the crop from his belt.

WHACK.

Vlad admired the red mark on Danny's left butt cheek while the boy jumped, chips spilling from the bag. "You don't think too far ahead, do you?" Vlad asked.

Danny backpedaled, landing butt-first on the stone floor. He winced as the fresh red mark touched the cool marble. He whined softly and looked from the spilled snack to Vlad. He shook his head and his bell jangled as he shifted to his knees. He shrugged at Vlad and lifted his paw, getting as far as putting it in the chip bag before he realized the problem. No fingers to grab with... fuck. His ears drooped and he glanced sheepishly up at Vlad.

Vlad reached down and grabbed the half-empty bag of chips, folding it over and putting it back in the pantry. Then he gestured to the chips all over the floor. "You're the one who wanted a snack," he said. "Now you have one. I want these chips off the floor, pet." He toyed with his crop as he spoke, eyeing Danny like he were looking for a particularly pleasing target. There were many...

Danny buried his face in his paws. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck… One glance at Vlad told him that he would be eating off the floor. The only variable was how many more whacks with the crop he would get before that happened. He eyed the chips all over. The floor looked clean enough. And knowing Vlad it was likely kept very clean. And they were his favorite...

He leaned over, his nose almost brushing the cold stone. He took a chip in his teeth and pulled it in with his tongue. He chewed it slowly, buying his time before he had to lean over again. He swallowed and braced himself on the floor, going faster this time. The sooner this was over with the better it would be.

And he was kinda hungry.

Vlad's grin betrayed how much he was enjoying this. Watching Danny's bare, plugged ass wiggle as he bent over, his tail swaying with the movement of his hips. Seeing the boy crouched over on the floor, his paws tucked under him. Knowing that he was willingly, willfully eating chips off the floor one by one, simply because Vlad had demanded it.

He reached down and rubbed that bare ass, petting him. "Good pet," he praised. "Clean it all up. Yes, that's it."

Danny wiggled his backside. He could plainly hear Vlad's tone, the one that meant he was doing something that would swiftly make his enemy's pants tighter. He snatched up the last chip with a click of his teeth and sat back up. His breath hitched as Vlad's hand slid up to his bare shoulders then back down again. The simple motion really shouldn't have felt that good but Danny found himself enjoying it enough to rub himself back against the warm palm, his blue eyes lazily falling shut.

Vlad's hand slid up into Danny's hair, rubbing him behind the ears. It trailed down, stroking him down his back to grab his ass before going up to his hair to begin again. "I see you can do what you're told," Vlad purred. "Good. That will make training you so much easier."

Vlad pulled away, running his hand through Danny's hair as he stood up. He was in the kitchen for a reason and oddly enough it had very little to do with toying with his pet. He pulled a bowl out of a cabinet and filled it with water. "Kitties must be thirsty after eating such a salty snack," he said before setting it down on the floor.

Danny blinked down at the dish. It was wide and shining steel with a strip of rubber around the base to keep it from sliding or tipping over. The water inside glimmered somehow. The bowl was inscribed with letters, large loopy calligraphy spelling his name. Vlad must have special-ordered it from some high-class pet store.

Danny looked into the clear water. He was thirsty, or at least he felt like it now. It was a pet bowl, though. Vlad wanted him to drink from a pet bowl. Even if this pet bowl likely cost more than all the dishware in the Fenton household it was still a pet bowl...

Danny sighed and planted his paws on either side of it. He leaned forward, trying to work out how he was supposed to drink from it without tipping it over. He lowered himself down till he was lying on the floor and managed to get his lips to the surface without dunking his nose. He tried licking at the water but it only earned him a few drops so he rested his chin on the dish and sipped carefully.

Vlad's satisfaction only grew as Danny didn't even pause to protest, as he instead worked to figure out how this was going to work, how he was going to drink from a bowl without dunking half his face in. "Good pet," Vlad praised again. He waited until Danny seemed to find his proper rhythm before running the keeper of the crop along Danny's ass, gently stroking him with the crop. He drew the leather keeper down his back and over the curve of his ass, very careful to keep his touch soft, pleasing.

He kept stroking as Danny drank his fill. After all, good pets had to be reminded that they were being good. Especially this early in training.

A drop of water dripped from Danny's parted lips as he pulled away. He shivered and pulled himself up so he could cross his legs. The cool detached tingling of the crop always felt bittersweet, a reward that also carried a reminder of punishment. Danny shifted away from it and got back to his feet; he needed to walk around properly for a bit so he could remind himself that he was a human in a cat outfit and not the other way around.

The sound of an audience applauding drifted in from the living room. His snack over, Danny decided he might give the show another shot. He slipped out of the room, diverting his eyes from his leering master. He jumped on the sofa, startling Maddie so badly she yowled and fell off. Danny lifted his paw to hide his grin from the other cat.

In the kitchen Vlad was taking deep calming breaths. Still untrained. He had to remind himself that Daniel was still untrained. That he wandered off like that because he didn't know any better. Although given the way he moved, the lack of surety, the hesitation... Vlad recognized that hesitance.

It was time to begin training his pet.