WARNING: This borders on petplay: Read at your own risk kiddies!
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Day 10: With animal ears
The debate, if one could call John's foot planted firmly to the floor a debate, had gone on for long enough. John was so sick of Dorian's desire for a cat. It was obnoxious and John was pretty sure he was allergic. But Dorian persisted in other ways, making cooing noises when he saw a picture of a cat or passed one on the street. When they had a few moments to wait for something, Dorian would project cat videos from the internet on the wall or on the cruiser screen to amuse them. John was a detective; he wasn't missing all these hints.
Thus, in an effort to end this barrage of cat information, John formed a plan.
The implants came with crazy instructions. It was hard to get rid of Dorian for any length of time and John had arranged for Rudy to take him on an errand to a robotics store. Now, as he looked at everything that went into this process, not only did he need more time, but he regretted starting this in the first place. The last thing he put together was a plastic model of the Enterprise when he was twelve and even then, it wasn't his model and he had cheated and used glue.
Now, he sat on the floor of the living room staring at complicated instructions and moving, robotic parts. He sent a text to Rudy asking for more time. There was no way he could ask for help on this.
John followed all the instructions, cursing along the way and hopping up for various things, none of them glue. John had gone to the doctor-which was a big deal for him-to have the little implants placed under his skin to allow for the removable attachments. It was painless and quick and the doctor had assured John fifteen times that it was safe and reversible.
With shaking hands, John held the large cat ears he had just snapped together to his head. They latched instantly and sent a bolt through his spine. Woah. He could feel them through the implants, and move them. He approached the mirror to peer at his ears. It was amazing. The furry ears matched his hair color sticking out of his thick, gravity-defying tresses. He shook his head and watched how small movements of his scalp made the ears flick.
He had to admit he was eager to attach the silky tail and see how well he could control it. He hurried to the living room and picked up the slinky appendage and held the connector near the base of his spine. It found the magnetic catch of the implant and snapped with blue spark as it attached to the little dip above his backside.
He felt the weight of it and smiled. Much to his surprise, when he reached back and stroked his hand along the length, he felt the sensation all the way to the tip. The pleasure shuddered across his body and up his spine, his stomach yanked and his cock responded to the petting. John felt the ears and was happy that he could feel that as well. As silly as he thought this whole idea was, at this very moment he knew he wasn't going to have the doctor dig the little implants out from where they hid under his skin.
Rudy was dragging his feet as best he could. The DRN was too aware of his surroundings not to notice how utterly strange his friend was acting. He was bored with wandering the store. Not to mention, this trip was costing Rudy a fortune as he had to keep shopping. Finally, Dorian demanded they go home, worried about John since it was obvious Rudy was stalling for some reason.
Rudy actually knew very little of John's plans and could only hope that the reason he was taking Dorian out was positive and good. Fed up, they headed for the exit and Rudy shot John a text to let him know they were on their way back, ready or not. None of it escaped Dorian's observations and he was anxious to get home and just a little bit mad at Rudy for playing a part in whatever game this was. Needless to say, the ride back was quiet and tense.
Dorian got out of the car with a curt goodbye and walked in large strides to their apartment door. Inside, the soft lighting was strange. John was still inspecting himself in the mirror when he heard Dorian enter. His heart started to pound in his chest and he suddenly felt the adrenaline panic of regret. His own awkwardness overcame him and he rushed to hide before Dorin could see what he had done. His tail wrapped itself gently around his waist as he breathed hard. This was a mistake. He officially felt like an idiot.
"John?" Dorian called, looking through the house.
Fuck. Dammit. Fuck. Why did he always do this to himself? Get a big plan, spend a ton of money, and completely offshoot the goal. He was awkward and now he was hiding from Dorian, sitting on the floor ducked by one side of the bed, which was only going to make it more awkward the longer he waited.
He was about to yank off his implants when he felt a heavy hand slide into his hair. Fingers scratching at his scalp and then running up behind his synthetic cat ears which made his eyes roll into the back of his head and his toes curl. The noise coming from his throat was almost like a purr.
"There you are, kitty," Dorian said happily, breathily. He was laying on his stomach across the bed and he kicked off his shoes and sat up. He patted the mattress beside him and said, "Get up here, kitty."
John blushed and scrabbled onto the bed, sitting on his knees in front of Dorian. His tail swished back and forth across the bedspread in anticipation. The detachable member had already become a very natural part of him.
Dorian caught his tail and ran his fingers over the furry extremity. John moaned.
"My kitty cat likes that?" Dorian asked. John cocked his head to the side as if listening, his cat ears flickered.
John was only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs. As Dorian stroked his tail, John's cock thickened and strained against the cotton. Dorian enjoyed that reaction very much.
"Such a naughty kitty, sending me away all day so you could play in the house by yourself," Dorian chided, his hand moved up to the top of John's head again, tugging gently on his ear. The tug sent a jolt of annoyed pain through John and he batted at Dorian's hand in agitation. He was becoming oddly catlike with these implants.
Dorian loved it. He ran his fingers all over John's back, enjoying the tail thumping slowly against his thigh. John was adorable the way his ears moved with his emotions and tipped in response to various movements and sounds. When Dorian tried to rub his belly John hissed and scratched at him, yowling loudly.
Kitty John turned his back angrily, stretching his spine. Dorian was equal parts amused and aroused. He was also touched by how well John was adopting the role and assumed that there was a comfort to becoming a feline and abandoning the responsibilities of being human John.
"Be nice, Kitty," Dorian warned, his hand slipping over the cotton-clad backside and up the tail once more, all the way to the end.
The kitty sidled up to Dorian in response, purring gently. "That is better," Dorian said, favoring him with a few scratches behind the ear. "I love Kitty John, I want to see him more often." Dorian was truly touched that John had done this for him and, to be honest, totally surprised.
John's erection was strained against his underwear and Dorian freed it gently, pulling at the garment until it was discarded off the side of the bed. "Kitty's don't wear pants," Dorian observed, nipping at John's lips.
John allowed the kiss a moment then bit Dorian's lip hard. When the android finally managed to pry his bottom lip from kitty-John's teeth, John meowed cockily, or tried to, at least. His attempted feline mewling was interrupted by his own happy, burbling laughter.
"I hope you appreciate that I did this for you," John said once he caught his breath, breaking out of his role. He tugged one of the ears off the top of his head and winced, "That hurt!"
"No, leave it on!" Dorian begged, taking it from John and snapping the ear back in place lovingly.
John rolled his eyes then playfully raised his wrist to his mouth, sticking out his pink tongue quickly to mimic a cat, then dissolving into laughter. Dorian laughed too, and then tackled him into the sheets.