Sladin of Bust! Explicit One Shots from the Vault of Sladin
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Well, I did a Robin as a cat boy, but never on Halloween…so wait and watch as we work a part two into this!
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Who's A Pretty Kitty; Part Two – Night of the Were – Cat!
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"It's done."
"But tomorrow is a harvest moon. He can't go out on patrol. The spell will activate!"
"I DON'T want evil kitty drool on my duds. Dude! Robin has to at least put on a muzzle."
The team didn't know what to do; when Jinx's spell had gone haywire, Zee had stopped on by to cap it for a long long time, months until October 31st stole away the hero's peace of mind.
"He was showing signs of returning to his cat and boy state…we could not even do the proper cuddling." Kori sighed as Dick crouched and felt his lip wobble. "I have to lock myself up." He told the team who looked as distressed as Dick had the first time and mortified by the fact that he'd not fight it.
Yet.
"We have to make sure your place is full proof this time. Cat or no cats, I don't wanna have you mauling our backs with those sharp claws."
"He can't control it." Raven explained the umpteenth time to her teammates. "We used a spell to nullify the effects but…"
"No such cure has been realized." Starfire clutched Robin's shoulder as he shrugged her off. Feeling bad enough after Slade…he'd found a way, dirty and unorthodox as if may be. Maybe, just maybe he could go to the man's safe house and make him try again. It had obviously been not as close as their spell to keep his items out of sight. No tail, stupid whiskers or fur of course.
But…
"I'll be fine here, Star."
"I could stay!" Bb turned into a Saint Bernard and barked aloud. "I'm great at herding bad kitties to their crates."
"You would only traumatize him like before!" Raven growled at her young dope of a partner. "Robin. We can make sure that after tonight, you won't have to deal with the curse. I know a place, a coven that can help us."
"Thanks Raven." Dick smiled up to her, mask still on just right enough to mask his true concerns. That maybe he was stuck like this and getting harder by the second…surrounded…
Dick held his hand over his mouth and flustered, nausea filling his throat as he forced himself up off of the sofa.
"Let him through, people!"
Dick flew from the room to the toilet and instead of having vomit, it was a cat like regurgitation of fur and phlegm. Which made him actually dry heave to see it floating in the bowl in front of him BEFORE retreating to his abode for a small peek at his supposed cure to this abnormal itch.
Grant's magazines on eighties swim suit models…he saw a number – a set of digits scribbled on to the back of the covers right hand…right below a name.
West Street Apartments.
Dick looked at the time. An hour to get there and back, as he set his watch and flung himself to the window for a grapple off into the dying sun's fall. Night was coming and so too would this cursed desire to claw or fuck everything in sight.
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Slade didn't like that the flights had been delayed or that his current standing was a bit messy since the contract in Russia had put him out for two weeks without a decent pay in hand. He'd killed some dumb kids who could have been dead if he hadn't taken their lives anyway. Competition? He'll, he wanted less pools of blood, more beach days off and lounging in. Was he getting too old for –
A knock resounded as Slade put down his coffee mug with a rattle. Who…
Slade sighed, oh. The only other person in Jump that it could be…
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The man made sure to raise the security locks last month bit this month was, a shocker. Standing at the door with what looked to be ears and a tail, was the furry boy – toy wonder he'd had over for playtime only a few months prior to his last stop over in the boy's city.
"May I help you?"
"It's me, Slade. I need to change back." Slade looked at the kid and noticed it before he had time to flinch.
"Come in."
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"So, your appendages will show up only tonight? Spooky details. Never took your friends as fans of the occult."
"No one was, we just….it isn't curable yet. We still can't crack the code around…" Dick picked up his tail and blushed spicy red. "This." He said with heated disdain. "You used a tool last time. Though, I know if anything it was to mess with my head."
"Or other parts of you." Slade withheld a chuckle as he sipped his now lukewarm drink. He missed Will's brewing most of all and Belgium. Dear God did he…
"Please!" Dick clawed at the table as his nails changed out of the stress he was suffering from. "Whatever you did, I need you to do it again." He squirmed a bit, a wad between his thighs as Slade tried to appear uninterested in the boy's messy proposal. "I can help, but it won't be like last time. That effect will wear off."
"ANYTHING to get this stupid…. damn sensation to go away …It feels, feels wrong and you, you fixed the feeling last time."
"What about the magazines I handed to you, boy - whiskers?" Slade snorted as Dick honestly wanted his teeth to grow just as sharp. "THEY. DON'T. WORK." Dick seethed through his teeth.
"Then, here are my thoughts; you need to get rid of those ears tail, etc. However, you get "hard" when you do now because what that creature is, is actually something even more serious."
"What?" Dick exclaimed over the table top. "You know, so tell me already! I'm not going to go on patrol tonight but tonight is dangerous. Halloween could mean more bad guys than my team can manage to put away without me."
"So, you don't trust them to keep the city safe. A pity, so maybe I should help you to…. regain your foothold." Smiled the sly villain to the desperate kit. "If only I can have you, while you'll do as I say and maybe the curse of the were - cat might be lifted, my little monster…."
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"I'M…. A, WHAT – WHERE??"
" Were – cat. Like a Were wolf, only much cuter when you pout." Dick bit his lip, his teeth still not willing to prick him for blood, thank goodness. Not like this leech that would have him sucked dry by tonight…
"How?? This is, impossible!"
"I must have miscalculated. Your team did the same. You as a cat, then might search for more than a fresh kill, you'll even hunger FOR the one that feeds your ego. Your innermost desires. So, maybe more succubus than a were – animal to me…" The man rubbed his chin as Dick hid his bulge from the stalking enemy's one eye. "Stop, and just…tell me how to break it."
"Like I said, if you participate tonight in what I want, what say …I'll cure you for a very, long time. You might even enjoy tonight all on your own."
"Like that would ever happen." Sniffed the teen with a squint. "What did you have in mind? Handcuffs? Your dumb torture toys, maybe?"
"The kink on this special night should be, different. Special." Slade purred as he went for his things. He'd saved that damn costume for an old acquaintance who was coming in a few days to warm his bed. It would fit Robin just fine. "The ears and tail will work fine for our game, but the mask and your uniform have got to go."
"What?" Dick flinched as the man soon pulled out of the pack a strange conical device with a rounded base, silicone like false flesh in color. And a French - to - God - fucking maid outfit with black over the knee stockings…. and shoes with frilly fucking bows. And of course, a bell on a choker for a collar.
Dick went slack –jawed and shook his dark eared head with a scowl. "I'm done. Goodbye –
"DID you say that you'd be monitoring trick or treaters?" Slade asked the worried teen hero as he turned to glare at the costume "Anything left on the shelves in store…and as you already are with your cat boy ensemble, you couldn't get a single costume on Halloween night. Not even through rush delivery. Unless you want to mix and match or have kids asking why your tail is so sensitive to the touch –
"I get it! Just, give me the outfit - but NOT whatever that is." He pointed to Slade's little rubber friend.
"It's a butt plug."
Dick went pale at the man's words. "Why…do you have that?"
"It was for another participant but, they're not coming. You are just in time to test out its durability in public, though."
"NO!" Dick yowled at the man before throwing a set of green gloved fingers over his mouth with a whimper.
"You'll be just fine. I'll even go as another costume goer so you won't feel lost…. I promise that if tonight doesn't meet your expectations, little kitty…. you can send me on my way. Sans the plug and that sweet face of yours."
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The plug was left on silent, but there would be time later to make some noise. Dick was standing beside Slade as a damn kid in a blonde wig with long pig tails and a damn snarl. "You…. are so getting scratch for this old man."
"Only if I'm not right, little princess."
"SHUT –
The door swung away slowly as the two rehearsed their lines on cue. "Trick or treat!!"
"Oh, very cute ears and….my goodness, you're a bit too old mister for this –
"I'm my daughter's chaperone for this evening. It's her last night before middle school in the fall. I do hope that's ok with you." Dick batted his false lashes as the woman at the door ate the story up, four treats for the price of a night's worth of dental cavities.
"YOU."
Dick attempted to kick the man with a flying style but he saw lace and crouched to cover himself. " You decided to go with the entire outfit, kid." Slade took the basket from Dick's hands as he moved along. Dick looked up with his cheeks puffy and heated, tail twitching until he spied Sara Sims and Cy onto the next block. Dick scooted from the ground and fled on after the man he was with, if he even was particularly human and not demonic as hell tonight…
House after apartment complex they went. As a former flying Grayson for life, Dick stole the show every time. Slade had to purchase another basket just to get his candy to fit. "I'm giving this to my team. There is no way –
"Why would you do that if you're supposed to be locked up in your tower?"
"I…I CAN SEND AN ANONYMOUS!" Sputtered the boy as Slade wiped a fake tear from his eye patched face. "What? Does patchy the pirate actually have a soul now?" Dick snorted, hands to his hips as his narrow hips made the get up even more believable. "You…you kept getting mistaken as a grade school student…. ha-ha….even my kids never had it this easy…ah…"
"I hate you, and I swear that if-
"Got an idea, we could use a stretch." Slade pulled Dick's slim wrist along as his mountainous bucket started to spill out sweet treats and a breadcrumb trail, that led them ending up at a darkly lit park in Jump's center of town…
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"Why did you drag me here? This isn't the place we have listed –
"It's not enough, is it boy - toy wonder?" Slade removed his bandana and started to head them over to a park bench while no one was around. Right behind a tree.
Perfect for –
"No. I said you could do this, not –
"I thought you wanted to be cured, boy whiskers?" Slade dragged the teen to his lap yet Dick wrenched himself out of the man's hold.
Only his tail was there, as Slade grabbed it and Dick fell in a moaning heap to his knees. He was hard again, curled up in a pile of leaves as Slade scooped him up. Undies soaked as Slade coaxed the cat boy to lie still while he went for the bulbous plug and began to twist it in deeper, before it started to move at a rapid pace.
Vibrating, and causing his front to leak dribbles of pre-cum.
"See? I knew you'd enjoy being a volunteer in this voyeuristic journey. You made everyone believe you were something else, and that ass was begging to show off the rest…"
"N…. stop…. too…mu...much!"
"Don't stop? What was that? Make it deeper, did you say? If I tug here, will you finally be cured I wonder…" Slade's other set of fingers flung themselves over the boy's leaking member as he fished it out of the costumes lace design. The tip was red and swollen up as Slade started to stroke it the foreskin down a bit.
"Cover those pretty lips, my pet. You might end up ruining our fun with that mouth of yours. And your teammates won't trust you ever again if they hear your moans like …. that –
The vibrations made Dick hiss, as he twitched and bucked uncomfortably as his hips rocked up, while splayed over top the adult's clothed thighs. But not for much longer, as Slade's stock hard penis was beginning to dampen and form out inside his buccaneer fisherman's pants. His hand at the plug moved now to his own crotch as the villain's belt was unclipped, the snaps for the costume left to reveal his striking disposition as the boy shut his mouth and begged with eyes unmasked and wide behind those dainty fingertips.
"Now, my pretty pet…should we start the ritual? Maybe have a few moments to saveur your final transition?"
"WH….SLAD –
"Ang... whoa! What are you-
The slip and slide down onto Slade's leaking member had the boy's tail stand on end, his ears guided forth as they flicked from the plug leaving his hole wider than before as it was yanked and discarded, still moving on the bench where Slade had left it possibly for later... Slade made room for himself and Dick looked up to see it. A brilliant red moon above them as the man took full advantage of that so very fortuitous distraction.
Slade's cock was full- bodied, fully - sized and so much more filling than the toy had been. Dick squirmed for better purchase, the thing prodding him somewhere he'd never been able to grasp by any rubber or flesh of his own bare fingertips. "I guess I'll move us, not waste time while we can enjoy this night together." Slade's little warning didn't make Dick feel any less high than he already was. He held back his moans and even a mewl or two as they shifted. He was lifted up, the stretch super tight as his tail moved to find the man's arm and it squeezed that strong limb like a tendril. His cat fangs dripped desire as the boy's tongue hung out and he panted, not like any cat should. Slade picked up the pace, rocking his hips up on every thrust, Robin felt his body quiver with need and grow tighter round the appendage bringing him so much excitement.
"Having fun, little kit?" Slade grunted with a small chuckle added in, thrusting the boy onto his cock with more of an aim for that hidden pleasure spot. His prostate was hacked like a security code as the hero howled out in ecstatic bliss.
"More!!! I'm so…. Slade…more, please…. I want it…please!"
"Good kitten, I'm not done with you yet. It'll be a long night, so be sure…. you're filled up by day break!"
The sounds of euphoric sex in the park later left Dick now up against the bench as Slade plowed into him, feeling…. weak…was it working? Did his energy go away, was it working?
"Slade…. curse…. I think…"
"Almost…. there…"
Dick turned to see the moon, his whiskers receding back and his ears no longer –
"Slade! It worked! We can stop!"
Still, the man wouldn't stop. Dick began to panic, turning around as the man pulled his hips and slammed the teen into the leaves from before. Fucking him on his back now as no one came and Slade kept snarling. Fucking him until he'd finally blacked out.
And then, the man came. Squirting his seed as he'd promised, deep inside his young voyeuristic toy.
Even when the sun was up, they still fucked like rabbits until there was nothing left to do but depart like the birds of prey they were.
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Dick woke to the scent of fresh sheets as he groggily attempted to move. "WHA –
"The moon." Slade had his coffee and the paper in hand. On the main headline was the fall event that night having gone off without a hitch. "Do you trust me to tell you why I didn't stop?"
"I wish I could forget…" Dick clung to his body as he noticed the difference. "This had to be UNTIL the sun rose. And, lunacy. A red moon is symbolic to madness and your cat hybrid "form" had a portion of succubus energy… I'm afraid. It tempted me." He was lying. Dick scowled and got up, buck naked as he ignored the man from where he was just sitting there peacefully. Enjoying a fortunate outcome for them both, mostly for a cock like his.
Dick rushed to the bathroom and wiped down, finding his tail hole still in his suit and…. Dick saw his mask and then sniffed the crotch. He pulled away. Powder, he needed fucking deodorant until it got into the wash and then was burned in a furnace like some dead body...
"I'm leaving now." Dick saw that Slade was still there, coffee mug in hand as he just…why the –
Dick looked down again. "No….no no no!" He shouted, horrified as he fled back into the bathroom with a yell.
After convincing Slade for an athletic cup from his stash, the man took pity on the hormone confused teenager. He smiled with a wry look in his eye. The boy winced at the idea that his body was so goddammit disillusioned by what they had done in the park.
"Wait…did you bring the plu –
"OOPS." Slade turned the page. "Guess there is more work for you to do, if the park authorities don't clean up our mess first." He grinned and turned to another page, toying with the kid as he had that stupid silicone plug up his ass.
However, you came. I was expecting it to be a shorter recovery time. You must have the Bat's fortitude-
"Be quiet! I'm going out."
"Have a safe trip, boy wonder….since, I can't call you boy whiskers…until next time." The man smirked and took a sip of his drink. Still not as good as his days abroad. Damn, an opportunity missed.
Dick squinted from the doorway with a growl. "There won't BE a next time." He slammed the thing for good measure as the safe house was long forgotten. Next time, he'd put a shock collar on that rabid dog. And what if his DNA was traced? No, no it was a dirty adult toy and…
Dick covered his face and went off to see if this time today it was true. That the evidence had been swept clean. Just like that horrible night of moans and screams in a dark park under a red, full moon.
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"Dude!" Bb waved to Dick as he opened the door to his room and yawned, pretending to barely have woken up. "You missed a killer Halloween party after the patrol. Cy won best dressed!"
"I was also crowned "most fashionable" costume. Why was there no answer when we had called before?"
"I knocked myself out prepping for exams." Dick rubbed his neck nervously. "Are…are you ok?" Raven poked her head in to see that Dick had in fact lost the tail, whispers and all in one night. "We barely heard a thing from your room, and it looks like the spell was countered by more rest. That's, good. I guess."
"Yeah, I guess it was…. well, I'm still going over some notes in the meantime."
"Is he still gonna be a cop someday? Man, the po-po have the worst reputation. You could end up in a pinch even with a fire arm. Might have to rely on your acrobatics then. You know what I'm saying?" Cy joked as Dick did find it, slightly true. "I'm going to ace it, like I do with all my tests. Well, see you guys in a few hours."
He shut the door, a plastic bag of old fun waiting for him as Dick went over to the now sterilized item to scoop it out. He went over to his bed, belt unlatched as he went back under the covers to have his own party.
The same tug was not as enjoyable yet his hand moved the plug inside his hole just as fast if not even more. He flicked it on as if started to quake inside his butt. His teeth grasping the bunched covers to withhold a loose moan and a few ragged gasps as his member began to leak. He sped up, thinking of Slade entering him, teasing him so roughly. The blood red moon and his tail…his goddammit, mews of pleasure as he let one out. Just to let himself soak up the memory a bit longer. Next time would not be so soon, but maybe he'd twist the idea. He rather liked being in charge and if he could cuff Slade to a wall and make him beg like he had this boy - toy wonder…?
Well, that would be repayment enough for the maid outfit and lace panties.