For GraysonGirl. Don't pull the trigger until you have finished it!
From the "Circus Freak"-universe, that is: cat-boy Robin! Just something short and mindless to say that I'm back from my 14-days of training... id you don't know what I'm talking about, you haven't visited my DA-account. Please do. The link is the "homepage" one in my bio...
Kitty Litter
Robin was not a happy kitty. It had been early spring, his birthday, when he had gained the pointy ears and his, there was no use denying it, lovely tail. Now it was the middle of November, and he had made a discovery; he didn't like winters. The spring had been tolerable, even though it had rained more than it should. The summer had been absolutely glorious, and he remembered the lovely patches of sunlight he had napped in, with longing. The autumn had been distracting, with all the fun leaves flying around, begging to be chased, but now… now it was just… cold.
One might argue that the sunny city of Jump didn't know what a cold winter was, but then one wasn't a very sensitive cat-boy, whose ears got nippy by a mere shadow.
Robin muttered to himself and burrowed into the pile of blankets, comforters, pillows, and other things he had collected, wondering what was keeping his two bed-warmers.
Speaking of the devils, those two just walked in through the door, having completed their respective missions for the day. Whether that meant shopping for a new, marvelous pair of jeans, since his old ones seemed to disappear, or coming back from a perfectly executed attack on a mob-boss in another state, Robin didn't know or care.
"Still not up, Robin?" Slade said, with a hint of disapproval. Their little kitten had, apparently, decided to hibernate, and, though it gave him and Red free hands, he didn't endorse it.
"M' sleeeeepy…." came the mewed reply. "Come join me?"
"Anything for you, babe!" Red happily agreed and climbed the bed, only to have Robin roll over and present his lovely, pert ass to him. Robin was scantly clad in what had once been a pair of boxers, before most of the fabric had been ripped away. Now it covered mostly his front and left little to the imagination there either.
"Pet me?" the command came, cleverly disguised as a question, which fooled nobody.
As Red gently scratched the base of Robin's tail and stroked the long, black, silky appendix, Robin began purring and clawing at the bundle of cloth below him.
"Hey! That's my jeans!" Red cried out and quickly snatched a blue pair of denim from under Robin, getting off the bed and holding them up. "Awww! They are ruined!" he complained, seeing the extra holes and scratches, as well as marks that looked as if they had been made by someone chewing on the fabric.
"Mine!" Robin growled and tried to snatch them back, but the thief was quicker.
"Is that Slade's shirt?" Red then asked and cruelly started to dig through the pile on top of the bed, making new finds along the way. "Why have you been a naughty kitty and stolen our clothes?" he asked a very peeved Robin, who's tail was swishing from side to side dangerously.
"You are never here!" the cat-boy hissed, exaggerating as usual. "I'm all alone!" Big, blue eyes turned to Slade, hoping for some support.
The man sighed and came up to cradle Robin's neck, making the teen go all limp, and thus stopping what seemed to turn into a bloodbath.
"Well you could come with us? And shouldn't you be out as well, on patrol?" the cold-hearted bastard asked. If Robin had been able to move, he would have clawed him.
"…it's cold…" Robin pouted.
"Well you… could wear more clothes?" Red X suggested, even though it went against every one of his beliefs concerning Robin.
"I'm not wearing the stupid earmuffs!" Robin hissed. Red had bought them as a joke. They were fluffy, pink and horrible. At this moment they were buried deep beneath the folds of the many blankets, because… well... they were soft… and Robin liked fluffy things… just not crushing his ears against his head, making him look like an idiot. Even Slade had laughed at him! Slade! Robin had been mortified.
"Well, then you have to wear a hat." Slade, said. "Tomorrow you are going on patrol."
"But I'm siiiick!" Robin tried again, and, the others had to agree, that was at least somewhat true. Robin had been unable to keep much down for over a week.
"Some fresh air will do you good." Slade-the-loathsome-cat-hater said, as sternly as always.
"Never thought I would hear you being concerned for Jump's safety…" Red X smirked, getting glares from his two partners which were scolding enough to shut him up.
Slade carefully let Robin's neck go and patted the soft ears.
"Take a nap, precious, we'll bring you some milk, all right?"
Pet –names were not that common from Slade, and as the man's fingers worked their magic on his ears, Robin decided to almost forgive him. The milk would help as well. Or…
"Cream?" he asked, hopefully. "I'll lick it off you?" he added, even more hopefully.
"We'll see what we can do…" Slade smirked benevolently… maybe he didn't hate cats after all…?
"No cream, you're getting fat…" Red X teased, and wound up on Robin's 'most hated'-list immediately.
"Am not!" the cat flipped over on his back and patted his stomach. The fact was, that where it usually dipped, it now… didn't. As much. Robin noticed this himself and frowned. "I can't be getting fat, I'm barely eating!"
"You are not fat." Slade hushed him, "Red is just being an ass. You have my full permission to fuck him really hard tonight."
"Really?" Robin's eyes shone.
"Hey! What-" said the thief, looking distressed, but Slade's hand landed hard on his shoulder, shutting him up.
"And you may scratch him too."
"Yaaay!"
"But you'll have to excuse us for a moment first… we have to go look for that cream…"
Slade herded an objecting Red X out of the room.
"What was that about?! It's my skin he's gonna rip to shreds!" the thief said.
"There's something wrong with Robin." Slade muttered, looking thoughtful.
"No kidding? Six weeks ago he was all over us, and now he won't even leave that bloody 'nest' of his!" Red X snorted.
"Yes… we joked about him being in heat, didn't we…?" Slade said, frowning deeper.
"Yeah… and now he keeps throwing up and being all moody…" Red muttered.
The two men suddenly stiffened and stared at each other.
"You don't think…?" Red X was white as a sheet.
"No… no, it's impossible!" Slade said, looking as close to panic as the thief had ever seen him.
"Yeah… I mean, that change made him able to eat raw meat and stuff, but…no…"
"No."
"No."
"Ridiculous."
"Yeah. Impossible."
"Absolutely."
"…"
"…"
"…it is Robin we're talking about, though…" Red X pointed out.
"I'll… go do some research…" Slade said through gritted teeth.
"Good idea! Try to finds someone who can help! A vet or something…" Red X said, relived that Slade was taking charge. "Wait! What should I do?" he shouted after the other man.
"Keep him happy." Slade suggested.
Red stared at the man's disappearing back and then sighed deeply.
"This will take a lot of cream…"
Luckily, for Red X, Robin had a rather short attention span nowadays, and after the big bowl of whipped cream (fresh, not from a can), his young lover had forgiven him, and then some.
"Where's Slade?" Robin asked as he licked the last traces of the heavenly substance from the thief's chest.
"He's… just… working…" X panted. "Do you think...maybe you could… lower?"
Robin smirked up at him.
"More cream?"
"A very special kind…" Red X smirked back.
Robin chuckled and slowly licked his way downwards.
Red X closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations of the very nimble and slightly coarse tongue, with its incredible supple and smooth edges. Robin's smirk made him remind himself that the boy wasn't as much of an airhead as he appeared… his cat-persona may have left him slightly more erratic, but no less clever. Red and Slade found him easy to manipulate and distract, but half the time the thief wasn't sure who manipulated who… only Robin knew, and the cat looked far too smug most of the time, to be innocent…
His musings were cut short as his mind flooded with nothing but pleasure, and a few moments later he came, hard.
He looked up to see Robin licking his lips with a content look on his face.
Slade returned an hour later, looking grim. Robin was snoozing, and Slade quietly spoke to Red X as he went through the wardrobe and a few drawers, throwing things into a bag.
"I've tracked a man down, and he has agreed to meet me… he might know more…"
"Slade…?" a sleepy voice called from across the room. "What are you doing?"
"I have to take a short trip, kitten, I'll be back in a few days…"
"Awwww… you have to?" Robin asked, lower lip trembling slightly.
"Yes." Slade's voice made it clear there would be no argument, and the cat-part of Robin listened to his dominant mate, making the teen nod solemnly. The drooping ears perked up a second later, though.
"Fuck me goodbye?" he suggested.
"No way, that's what started this mess…" Red X said, and decisively rushed Slade out the door.
Robin stared at the door, not understanding what just had happened, except that he had missed an opportunity to be filled up by Slade, and that miffed him.
He dug around in his pile, finding a favorite piece of rabbit's fur, ripped from the collar of a diamond-stealing lady he had apprehended a while back. He rubbed his cheek against it, finding the material soothing, and, seeing that it was ruffled, gave it a few licks.
He had gathered quite a lot of pelts by now, and it was a contradictive feeling. He, intellectually, hated fur. The fact that people were breeding animals just to wear their hide, was appalling to him, but… he couldn't explain it… he couldn't explain many of the things that had happened to him recently, and he wavered between being annoyed and afraid. He decided he would go on patrol in the morning… maybe there really was a hat in here somewhere he could wear…
Slade was gone for three days, and as he returned he found himself with a very delighted cat-boy in his arms. A very horny delighted cat-boy.
"Oh, thank god!" Red X exclaimed. "I was afraid he would wear me out…"
"Need you…" Robin purred, his blue eyes almost glowing in the semi-darkness of the room.
"Yes, I just need to speak to-"
"NO! NOW!"
The talk simply had to wait.
"So what did you find out?" Red X asked anxiously, whispering, though Robin was in the shower.
"It's possible."
"What?! No!"
"According to the man, Mr. Sylva, the Ferocitas, as we have seen, gain different physical attributes of an animal… the outer ones are easy to spot, like tails, scales, slitted pupils, but they usually also change internally, especially their digestive system… more or less everything is slightly changed, and, sometimes, things go wrong… like a mutation… and…"
"… and we end up with a pregnant cat-boy?" Red X whined disbelievingly. "I mean, how would it even work?! Were do the stuff go… oh my god, where will the kid COME OUT?!"
"Keep your voice down, don't panic!" Slade hushed him, but Red didn't think the man was far from doing the same. "We'll bring him to my contact if it's needed, he can get Robin the medical help he might need…"
"What are you gonna do?" Red asked.
"Me?" Slade frowned. "I seem to remember that you were quite involved as well…"
"Yeah, but the kid is definitely yours, I'm too young to be a father!" Red 's voice almost sounding pleading.
"If you're old enough to do the deed…" Slade smirked at him, but then calmed the panicky teen. "Who, doesn't matter right now. We are both involved, and we'll both make sure everything's fine, understood?"
"Yeah… yes. Of course!" Red said, soon interpreting Slade's words as a promise not to just leave them. Red himself, as panicked as he was, would never split… he was, on some basic level, better than that. "I still hope it will look like you, though…" he murmured.
"How… long…?" Red added, after a moment of silence, sounding slightly nauseous.
"Hard to tell… if we conclude that he probably got pregnant during the 'heat', he would be about… seven weeks along? A bit more, maybe…"
"Yeah… and that means more than seven months left, doesn't it?" Red sounded relieved.
"Maybe. If Mr. Sylva is to be believed, some Ferocitas has the same pregnancy-time as their respective animal has…"
"And… how long are cats pregnant…?"
"A little over nine weeks…."
"Shit."
The men were quiet for a while, digesting the fact and staring at the door to the bathroom, where an oblivious and happy teen was finishing up.
"Well, it's more likely to be nine months, isn't it? I, mean, wouldn't he be huge by now if it wasn't?" Red X argued quietly.
"Depends on how big the baby is. Some Ferocitas-children are very tiny, although strong, at birth."
"Oh… err… should we tell him?"
"No… not yet… we'll wait just until we're sure…" Slade mumbled, becoming quiet as the door opened.
"He'll kill us…" Red X mouthed.
Robin beamed at his lovers, his new family, and considering dragging them to bed again. They both looked a bit strange, though… maybe they were tired? They should be… He was holding his towel around his waist, not knotting it as usual, because his stomach had become even bigger… he really had to get some more exercise… a fuck-a-thon only went so far when it came to burning calories… What worried him was that his stomach felt weird as well… bloated… he would have to ask Slade about it if it continued.
Robin hummed to himself as he was getting dressed, yet again unaware of the eyes on him.
"Err… Slade?" Red X whispered.
"Yes?"
"Does cats usually only have one kitten?"
One week later, and Robin was muttering under his breath, twisting and turning in the bed between his two sleeping mates. His stomach had been getting worse, and felt even more bloated, but he hadn't told Slade about it yet. Somehow, deep down, he knew it was something natural happening to him, all his instincts told him that. Unfortunately, his instincts also told him something rather nasty was about to happen. There had been a very uncomfortable pressure building up over the last hour, and now it had become almost painful.
Slade and Red X woke suddenly to a very weird sound, and a moan, shooting up into sitting positions, looking around wildly. At last they saw Robin, half curled over on the floor, whimpering softly. Their eyes were drawn to the slightly furry thing on the floor next to him, however.
It was the biggest hairball they had ever seen.
"Well… it does have your nose…" Red X giggled.
The next day, Robin had been made to swear to give up licking anything remotely furry, and he had readily agreed. Even though it had come out in bits and pieces, gagging up the thing had been painful. Oddly enough his partners seemed very happy and relived about the whole situation, something Robin couldn't understand. At least they were busy spoiling him rotten, which, Robin thought, was a very good thing… what he wanted at the moment, though, was something more… naughty.
"Red, please?" Robin begged, nudging the thief with his head.
"I'd love to Robin, believe me, but I just have to run out for a moment!"
"Where are you going?" Slade asked, slightly bewildered. He had never seen Red back out of sex before.
"I'm… hell, I'm getting some condoms!" Red hissed.
"What?" Robin blinked, wide eyed. "Why?"
"I.... I… for you, baby! I'll get some flavored ones!" X lied and ran out the door.
Robin's questioning eyes turned to Slade, who merely shrugged, and went back to nipping at the teen's neck. Robin's ears flickered as he seemed to mull the news over.
"I hope they come in fish."
The End.
A/N: So, GraysonGirl, am I dead, or do I get to live to possibly knock the cat-boy up another day?
I have to say that I had fun, reading the reactions to this idea for this story when I wrote it in one of the A/N's in "Black Sheep Wanted"… GraysonGirl had already promised me death if I dared to write another m-preg, and I asked if anyone WANTED me to write it and if you would protect me from her wrath… and MOST of you went "yes, write it, but don't hide behind me"… cowards… *lol* So how could I dare to go all the way?! ;o)
I hope you had a bit of fun, anyway?