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xp_logsBobbi and Warren grab a little cat nap, until they're awoken by a cat.
Like fog, the distraction came in on little cat feet. Possibly it had spent some time sitting on silent haunches to observe before it made itself known through the featherlight touch of a paw on an ankle. The pressure it exerted was soft but insistent, like the slow drip of water from a faucet, and, just like a dripping faucet, it promised to continue until it could no longer be ignored.
Bobbi had been napping, cuddled up to Warren, enjoying some quiet companionship - which was pretty rare given how much they both talked... ok, mostly him, but still - and she had her back facing out on the couch they laid on, one leg dangling juuuust over the edge. Just enough skin showing between the end of her pant leg and beginning of her ankle sock for said paw to touch and press upon.
"Mmmm... no, I dun wanna get up," she murmured in a whiny tone. "Five more minutes," she added, moving her foot slightly and trying to elude the source of the pressure. "Or go take care of it yourself," she added, then realized as she spoke that Warren was facing her and not in fact touching her ankle. Um.
Warren barely opened one eye at Bobbi before glancing at his watch. They'd only been napping for barely a half hour, so why were they awake? Also, he wasn't turned on so why was she telling him to take care of himself? None of this made any sense to him so the only natural thing to do was to nuzzle into her neck, and pull her closer before closing his eyes again.
The patting stopped. For a glorious three seconds the two were unmolested, and then there was a light tmp as something small landed next to Bobbi's head. The back of the couch suddenly bore an unmistakable sense of occupancy.
She couldn't see anything, not right away, but she felt the presence from the nearby shift in weight on the couch. Still not fully awake, she ignored that voice in the back of her head that warned her to be careful and slowly turned her head around until she saw...
...a purple cat, staring right back at her, its medium-length fur perfectly groomed and sitting there as if it owned the place.
"W-when did... wait, we have a cat around here?" she asked sleepily, poking Warren in the stomach until he woke up.
"War... War," she said, pokepokepoking. "It's staring at me." And she wasn't looking away, locking eyes with the cat while she continued to try and wake Warren up.
The cat continued to study the blonde with every sign of interest. There was a brief flash of pink as a tongue darted out to lick its whiskers while never once breaking eye contact.
"Wrong, my dick is in my pants, how can it be staring at you?" And then he realized she said cat. His eyes flashed open and he tilted his head. "It's purple. Cats don't come in that colour right?" God, he was so tired... and where did he recognize this yellow eyed glare from .....
"Bobbi...this is Sharon," he suddenly whispered loudly, as if he was trying to be discreet. "Remember? I told you all about her ass." He paused. "Recently. It's hypnotic and Fi didn't approve of my lecherous behaviour. That ass. I realize I didn't specify."
The cat jumped off the side of the couch. What hit the floor was decidedly heavier than 12lbs.
"Is the tail," came a conversational voice. "Draws a continuous line from curve of the spine. Effect is very pleasing." An instant later a purple-haired girl unfolded into view, combing purple hair from her eyes. She wore a jumpsuit the same color as the cat's collar.
"I am Sharon," she affirmed as she studied the other woman with shameless curiosity. "And you are the legendary fiance."
"Not your dick, the pussyc-" Bobbi started, smacking him on the arm before stopping mid-pun as said pussycat had turned into a, well. Not a cat. "...w-wait, you're a person?" she said incredulously, even if it wasn't the craziest thing she'd ever seen, maybe not even that week, but still. Warren's comments about her ass sunk in as she eyed Sharon, and she hit him again, harder this time.
"You were what?!" she said, louder, having done some mental math and more upset at her possible age than the fact she was... is? ... a cat at least part of the time apparently.
"I ogle everyone," Warren responded, his hands up suddenly to protect his beautiful face. "And I talked about you! Legendary! You hear that, boo? You are the walking definition of heroic."
"And I am occasionally a person." Sharon's attention had not wavered from Bobbi. The girl stared at her for just a moment too long, then dropped back to all fours, body flowing along with the motion. Now what regarded Bobbi from the floor was a great purple cat, tail flicking ominously.
"But preferentially not. Human form is a tyranny of inflexible joints and mandatory clothing."
"D-did you just call me boo?" she asked, incredulity rising from moment to moment, increased again by Sharon going back to cat form but still talking to her. "Thank you, I... I am Bobbi," she said, unsure what else to say in that instant. The basics were all that were readily available for her brain to pluck from its stunned state to throw out there into the ether. "And you're Sharon," she added, another building brick of discourse which was all she was capable of formulating for now.
"The one with the ass," she said, Warren's words coming back to her, and another punch to his shoulder following for further punctuation.
"I'm still half-asleep. You know what happens when you interrupt my circadian rhythym," Warren grumbled, moving up to a sitting position. Rubbing at his face, he squinted. "I just got used to you as a weird cat hybrid and then as a human with a tail ... now I need to get used to this? Sharon, please -- stop testing me. I'm not good at this."
"I have many forms. You were warned of this. Every chance for preparation was given." Sharon heaved herself onto her side so she could regard Bobbi with half-lidded eyes. "Tell me how you came to know Warren Worthington. Heroism is assumed of anyone brave enough to engage him in matrimony."
"Really?" she said, turning from Sharon to Warren with an incredulous look as thanks for the heads up. That thanks was emphasized with another punch to his same shoulder.
Bobbi then turned back to Sharon and shrugged. "Heroism and stupidity are known to commingle," she admitted with a sigh. "Though I got to know him by, uh... working for him, at first," she said, glancing over at him and the blossoming bruise on his shoulder with a small smile. No regret, because he'd earned that, but a little smile just the same. "He's... not as bad as you think. Not once you get to know him," Bobbi added. "Mostly," she couldn't resist teasing.
Warren glared. "Thanks. I appreciate the support, former employee." He gave his head a shake. "Why are you asking her questions about me? Ask me. Am I an amazing fiance? Yes. Am I perfect? Also no but mostly yes. Bobbi and I have been together for ....a really fucking long time, and we make it work because she knows she can say things like this and I will still love her for some reason." He tightened his grip around her, giving her stomach a little tickle. "I won't like her all the time and she probably can't stand me most of the time, but at the end of the day, she has to come home with me because she's homeless other wise." He smiled. "True love."
Sharon dismissed the interruption with an imperious lash of the tail. "I was addressing you, Warren Worthington? No, I was not." The cat drummed her fingers against the floor, which had the unfortunate side-effect of drawing attention to the fact such digits existed in this form. "Is not his positive qualities I question," she continued, attention still on Bobbi. "Wealthy. Producer of excellent baked goods. Aesthetically pleasing also, if such things are a concern. Is your personal attraction I would understand."
"I, well," Bobbi said, listening to Sharon list off a bunch of what she considered to be positive qualities. "I... wait, producer of excellent baked goods?" she asked, blinking at that one. "That's a new one to me. But yes, I... it's hard to put into words," she said, attempting nonetheless. "Sometimes the heart just wants what it wants," she tried, resorting to platitudes and cheesy lines before realizing that wouldn't cut it, and... that he deserved more than that, frankly.
"He is... well, he is so good to me. So kind, so generous, so..." She looked at Warren, her cheeks blushing slightly. "We have our differences, our arguments, I know... some of them real doozies," she chuckled. "But... I've never felt so loved in all my life," she said quietly, meaning it. "So cared for, so... so safe. I don't know how else to say it other than... he's my home," she finished. "It's... damn it, I don't want to resort to cliches, but..." She sighed then looked to Sharon again.
"Is that good enough of an answer? I... god I'm talking to a cat," she murmured.
Warren lit up, and was beaming by the time Bobbi finished. Showering the side of her face with kisses, he nuzzled her cheek. "I love that you said all those things to a cat that isn't a cat. Sharon is one cool kitty but also a human babe." He tilted his head at her.
"Does that satisfy you?"
Sharon gave him a lazy flick of the ear. "I have yet to be satisfied by you, Warren Worthington. But your fiance proves more adept. I am now convinced you are capable of simulating human affection."
The cat climbed to her feet and stretched long, tail rising high above her back. "Interesting dynamic," she concluded. "I wish you much marital bliss. Should your union result in offspring please let me know if they are birthed or clutched. Is a matter of professional curiosity." She sauntered to the door and ducked her head meaningfully at Bobbi.
"Good luck, Intended of Warren Worthington."
Bobbi tried hard not to snicker at the 'simulating human affection' line, really, she did. But she failed, Miserably.
"Thank you, Sharon. I... don't know about that," she said, unclear if she meant the actual reproduction itself or how they'd possibly do so. "It's been nice meeting you, and I look forward to seeing you again." She paused. "Just... maybe not like this," she added.
Like fog, the distraction came in on little cat feet. Possibly it had spent some time sitting on silent haunches to observe before it made itself known through the featherlight touch of a paw on an ankle. The pressure it exerted was soft but insistent, like the slow drip of water from a faucet, and, just like a dripping faucet, it promised to continue until it could no longer be ignored.
Bobbi had been napping, cuddled up to Warren, enjoying some quiet companionship - which was pretty rare given how much they both talked... ok, mostly him, but still - and she had her back facing out on the couch they laid on, one leg dangling juuuust over the edge. Just enough skin showing between the end of her pant leg and beginning of her ankle sock for said paw to touch and press upon.
"Mmmm... no, I dun wanna get up," she murmured in a whiny tone. "Five more minutes," she added, moving her foot slightly and trying to elude the source of the pressure. "Or go take care of it yourself," she added, then realized as she spoke that Warren was facing her and not in fact touching her ankle. Um.
Warren barely opened one eye at Bobbi before glancing at his watch. They'd only been napping for barely a half hour, so why were they awake? Also, he wasn't turned on so why was she telling him to take care of himself? None of this made any sense to him so the only natural thing to do was to nuzzle into her neck, and pull her closer before closing his eyes again.
The patting stopped. For a glorious three seconds the two were unmolested, and then there was a light tmp as something small landed next to Bobbi's head. The back of the couch suddenly bore an unmistakable sense of occupancy.
She couldn't see anything, not right away, but she felt the presence from the nearby shift in weight on the couch. Still not fully awake, she ignored that voice in the back of her head that warned her to be careful and slowly turned her head around until she saw...
...a purple cat, staring right back at her, its medium-length fur perfectly groomed and sitting there as if it owned the place.
"W-when did... wait, we have a cat around here?" she asked sleepily, poking Warren in the stomach until he woke up.
"War... War," she said, pokepokepoking. "It's staring at me." And she wasn't looking away, locking eyes with the cat while she continued to try and wake Warren up.
The cat continued to study the blonde with every sign of interest. There was a brief flash of pink as a tongue darted out to lick its whiskers while never once breaking eye contact.
"Wrong, my dick is in my pants, how can it be staring at you?" And then he realized she said cat. His eyes flashed open and he tilted his head. "It's purple. Cats don't come in that colour right?" God, he was so tired... and where did he recognize this yellow eyed glare from .....
"Bobbi...this is Sharon," he suddenly whispered loudly, as if he was trying to be discreet. "Remember? I told you all about her ass." He paused. "Recently. It's hypnotic and Fi didn't approve of my lecherous behaviour. That ass. I realize I didn't specify."
The cat jumped off the side of the couch. What hit the floor was decidedly heavier than 12lbs.
"Is the tail," came a conversational voice. "Draws a continuous line from curve of the spine. Effect is very pleasing." An instant later a purple-haired girl unfolded into view, combing purple hair from her eyes. She wore a jumpsuit the same color as the cat's collar.
"I am Sharon," she affirmed as she studied the other woman with shameless curiosity. "And you are the legendary fiance."
"Not your dick, the pussyc-" Bobbi started, smacking him on the arm before stopping mid-pun as said pussycat had turned into a, well. Not a cat. "...w-wait, you're a person?" she said incredulously, even if it wasn't the craziest thing she'd ever seen, maybe not even that week, but still. Warren's comments about her ass sunk in as she eyed Sharon, and she hit him again, harder this time.
"You were what?!" she said, louder, having done some mental math and more upset at her possible age than the fact she was... is? ... a cat at least part of the time apparently.
"I ogle everyone," Warren responded, his hands up suddenly to protect his beautiful face. "And I talked about you! Legendary! You hear that, boo? You are the walking definition of heroic."
"And I am occasionally a person." Sharon's attention had not wavered from Bobbi. The girl stared at her for just a moment too long, then dropped back to all fours, body flowing along with the motion. Now what regarded Bobbi from the floor was a great purple cat, tail flicking ominously.
"But preferentially not. Human form is a tyranny of inflexible joints and mandatory clothing."
"D-did you just call me boo?" she asked, incredulity rising from moment to moment, increased again by Sharon going back to cat form but still talking to her. "Thank you, I... I am Bobbi," she said, unsure what else to say in that instant. The basics were all that were readily available for her brain to pluck from its stunned state to throw out there into the ether. "And you're Sharon," she added, another building brick of discourse which was all she was capable of formulating for now.
"The one with the ass," she said, Warren's words coming back to her, and another punch to his shoulder following for further punctuation.
"I'm still half-asleep. You know what happens when you interrupt my circadian rhythym," Warren grumbled, moving up to a sitting position. Rubbing at his face, he squinted. "I just got used to you as a weird cat hybrid and then as a human with a tail ... now I need to get used to this? Sharon, please -- stop testing me. I'm not good at this."
"I have many forms. You were warned of this. Every chance for preparation was given." Sharon heaved herself onto her side so she could regard Bobbi with half-lidded eyes. "Tell me how you came to know Warren Worthington. Heroism is assumed of anyone brave enough to engage him in matrimony."
"Really?" she said, turning from Sharon to Warren with an incredulous look as thanks for the heads up. That thanks was emphasized with another punch to his same shoulder.
Bobbi then turned back to Sharon and shrugged. "Heroism and stupidity are known to commingle," she admitted with a sigh. "Though I got to know him by, uh... working for him, at first," she said, glancing over at him and the blossoming bruise on his shoulder with a small smile. No regret, because he'd earned that, but a little smile just the same. "He's... not as bad as you think. Not once you get to know him," Bobbi added. "Mostly," she couldn't resist teasing.
Warren glared. "Thanks. I appreciate the support, former employee." He gave his head a shake. "Why are you asking her questions about me? Ask me. Am I an amazing fiance? Yes. Am I perfect? Also no but mostly yes. Bobbi and I have been together for ....a really fucking long time, and we make it work because she knows she can say things like this and I will still love her for some reason." He tightened his grip around her, giving her stomach a little tickle. "I won't like her all the time and she probably can't stand me most of the time, but at the end of the day, she has to come home with me because she's homeless other wise." He smiled. "True love."
Sharon dismissed the interruption with an imperious lash of the tail. "I was addressing you, Warren Worthington? No, I was not." The cat drummed her fingers against the floor, which had the unfortunate side-effect of drawing attention to the fact such digits existed in this form. "Is not his positive qualities I question," she continued, attention still on Bobbi. "Wealthy. Producer of excellent baked goods. Aesthetically pleasing also, if such things are a concern. Is your personal attraction I would understand."
"I, well," Bobbi said, listening to Sharon list off a bunch of what she considered to be positive qualities. "I... wait, producer of excellent baked goods?" she asked, blinking at that one. "That's a new one to me. But yes, I... it's hard to put into words," she said, attempting nonetheless. "Sometimes the heart just wants what it wants," she tried, resorting to platitudes and cheesy lines before realizing that wouldn't cut it, and... that he deserved more than that, frankly.
"He is... well, he is so good to me. So kind, so generous, so..." She looked at Warren, her cheeks blushing slightly. "We have our differences, our arguments, I know... some of them real doozies," she chuckled. "But... I've never felt so loved in all my life," she said quietly, meaning it. "So cared for, so... so safe. I don't know how else to say it other than... he's my home," she finished. "It's... damn it, I don't want to resort to cliches, but..." She sighed then looked to Sharon again.
"Is that good enough of an answer? I... god I'm talking to a cat," she murmured.
Warren lit up, and was beaming by the time Bobbi finished. Showering the side of her face with kisses, he nuzzled her cheek. "I love that you said all those things to a cat that isn't a cat. Sharon is one cool kitty but also a human babe." He tilted his head at her.
"Does that satisfy you?"
Sharon gave him a lazy flick of the ear. "I have yet to be satisfied by you, Warren Worthington. But your fiance proves more adept. I am now convinced you are capable of simulating human affection."
The cat climbed to her feet and stretched long, tail rising high above her back. "Interesting dynamic," she concluded. "I wish you much marital bliss. Should your union result in offspring please let me know if they are birthed or clutched. Is a matter of professional curiosity." She sauntered to the door and ducked her head meaningfully at Bobbi.
"Good luck, Intended of Warren Worthington."
Bobbi tried hard not to snicker at the 'simulating human affection' line, really, she did. But she failed, Miserably.
"Thank you, Sharon. I... don't know about that," she said, unclear if she meant the actual reproduction itself or how they'd possibly do so. "It's been nice meeting you, and I look forward to seeing you again." She paused. "Just... maybe not like this," she added.
