Sleepover Fic
by Mystitat, Jessedandle, and Lily
A/N: Ah, the things that happen at a party with Cats fans... It was fun though. Okay, here's what happened. I was at a sleepover with Jessedandle and Lily (two of my fellow Cats obsessees), and we were watching the Cats video, and Jessedandle had this idea to play a fanfic game she had played with some of her Newsies-fan friends. This is how it works: you write each cats' (or characters' if doing a different show) name on a little piece of paper, fold it up, and put it into a hat. Then you write "parody" and "serious" on a bunch of other pieces of paper and put them in a different hat. Then, two names and one "parody" or "serious" are chosen, and you send a paper and pencil around the circle, with everyone writing one sentence of the fanfic starring that pair of cats in the style of "serious" or "parody." You keep going around until either it finds a decent ending or you all fall asleep. (Luckily, we found an ending.) So, when the three of us played this game, we drew "Grizabella," "Great Rumpus Cat," and "parody." This is how it turned out. Enjoy....if you dare.
(GRC stands for Great Rumpus Cat)
Grizabella peered out from between the junkpiles. She was looking for a bit of business, hoping to find a willing tom. Lately, she seemed to be seeing no prospects, but tonight would be different. Of course, she hadn't noticed the lustful stares she had been recieving from a certain super-hero cat. Slowly he crept from the shadows and approached the grey queen. Grizabella looked the red-eyed tom over, trying to think of an appropriate line. Luckily he broke the silence for her.
"Hello."
The grey doxy grinned and bore it, "Hiya...tiger."
She cocked her head and considered the tom before her; he was no Growltiger, but then again, she was desperate. The GRC grinned lightly and asked, "How much do you charge?"
"Depends on what you're into...and how much time you have," she said through her teeth. Everlasting Cat, she couldn't believe she was stooping to the GRC!
With as sultry a grin as he could manage, he ran a hand down her collarbone and onto her chest. Grizabella backed away slowly, beckoning, somehow managing to not be totally perturbed. GRC grinned a big, goofy, and not at all erotic grin: he couldn't believe he was being beckoned by the Grizabella! She found a dark corner of the alley and laid herself down in an erotic position, fighting back a shudder.
The Cat approached gradually, and with an odd jerk threw himself over her. It was all she could do to keep from throwing up right then and tere. With a very forced smile she ran her paws down his shoulders, tracing patterns across his chest lightly with her claws. To her disgust, he licked his lips for every stripe. Resigning herself to her fate, she pushed back a gag and went down on him.
The things she did for catnip. Someday she'd be done with this, and move on to better things, but for now this was life.
A good while later, Grizabella stared at her payment: a large, quivering fish. She definitely should have made sure the GRC had decent 'nip before she agreed.
A/N: Short, I know. But fun to write! And a small note to everyone who thought "Pouncival Tells It Like It Is" sounded familiar: yeah, that's one's rather old. It's been online in other places for quite some time.