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Felix had been cleaned after dinner today, and after coming back and getting covered in lotion, his owner had left him alone for the night.
Now, he’d pretty much just finished on the toilet and gotten back to his bed. He was halfway to falling asleep when the door to his room opened and let in a bunch of light, which usually didn’t bother him and he could sleep even if it was bright, but it wasn’t bright until the door opened. That’s what disturbed him.
It was also strange, she shouldn’t be back yet. He wondered why, had something happened?
“Mianhaeyo, Kitten, hajiman urinun kkaeonaya aeyo.” The tone of her voice made it seem fine, she didn’t sound stressed. “Jamkkan manna boel bun-i gyesijman, geu jeon-e dansinkke jeonhaedeuril malsseum-i iss-eoyo.”
Not only was it the fact that Felix was the only other being around, but he could hear in the tone of her voice that she was talking to him. He just had no idea what she could be saying, and he knew she knew he had no idea. Instead he watched her as she turned on the lights in the room and walked up to him.
“Nae pretty adeuln ije da jalass-eoyo.” She crouched next to him, her phone in one hand. Felix listened intently, trying to see if he could pick up on some word in her speech.
She paused before continuing, then she said one word, “ju-in,” and he immediately recognised it – he’d tried really hard to remember it for this very moment. When she saw the recognition on his face she turned the phone around, pointed at the picture of a man on the screen, and said it again.
This man was the child in the picture from before. Felix was the kitten, his owner the adult, and this man the child – the young human. He wasn’t exactly sure what it meant yet, he just knew it was important, really important. This man was important to Felix’s life, and he couldn’t wait to figure out why.
When she saw he had understood at least a bit of what she wanted, she said another word, this one in English, “master,” and she still pointed at the man. She said the same word in Korean again. The adult was the owner and their son was the master of their kitten. This man was his master?
She stood up and walked over to the bags she dropped by the door. From one of them she pulled a bag made of fabric and a small-ish box before walking closer again.
“Turn around.” Felix followed the command and turned to stand on all fours with his butt facing the girl. “Good.” A shiver ran through him when her hands first made contact with his skin; they were cold.
A little later she had pulled his plug out of him and again, he wondered why. She hadn’t done that in weeks, not since he still needed help before using the toilet. Why would she have to take it out? He whined a little when the plug left him, and she soothed him with a hand over his tail.
The rest of his harness was removed too, the straps loosened a little so she could easily let the thing fall off him. He lifted his knees so she was able to take it off all the way. She placed it next to him on his bed and he looked at it sadly – he liked that harness, it was really comfortable.
After some shuffling behind him something else was manoeuvred to be pulled up his legs and he moved to make it possible. It didn’t feel too different from the harness that had just been pulled off, maybe a little softer. He looked down to see what it was and he found what looked like an almost identical harness to his old one, but this one was black.
It settled really nicely against his skin after she adjusted the straps, and Felix quite liked the way the black stood out against his winter-pale skin. Between his knees he could see his tail too, falling from his tailbone, and it’s a deep black all the way through.
“Kitten,” she called his name and he bent his back to look at her. She held out a matte black buttplug, and Felix was really liking where this was going. With all the new stuff, he felt spoiled all of a sudden. He smiled at her and let out some happy noise his throat decided to create.
Very soon after, that black plug was pushed into him, filling his ass back up – Felix honestly could not remember what his ass felt like empty, he couldn’t tell that it was stretched out further than normal either. What even was normal anymore? He had no idea what he’d do if he had to go too long without something inside of him, it was just a must, something that had to be. He smiled as she clasped the harness's loose strap to the end of the plug, and as she pushed it the rest of the way.
“Turn around.” He listened again, and turned to face her, settling on his knees, leaned back with his cheeks on his heels.
The first thing he saw when he turned around was the new ears in her hands, black like the new tail. He smiled and leaned forward to make her change them faster, she gave him what he wanted and switched his ears – Felix was now a black cat. He just had to wait for his bleached hair to grow out so it also matched.
“Junbiagi jeon-e an gaji deo malsseumeurigesseubnida.” He went to follow her as she walked back towards her bags, bringing the things left of what she carried over back with her, but she stopped him. “Stay.”
He waited, playing with the hairs on his new tail, as she fiddled around with more things. The plug with his name on it and his old harness still laid on his bed next to him, he looked away from them though, to look at his owner.
She met his gaze and opened a big striped box, “igeos-eun ttoan dangsin-eul wian geo-ibnida.” Her hand lifted the object out of the box and Felix didn’t know what to think – it was a new collar – he’d gotten so many new and pretty things in such a short time.
The new collar was made in black leather, there were multiple layers of leather too, which created a really nice pattern. In some spots it had metal details, which stood out against the black with its shiny grey. It had a loop on the front, perfect for a leash, and on the same ring hung a little tag. When she came closer he could read what the tag said, and had it not been in Korean he really would have been able to.
His gaze flew up to his owner, he needed her to tell him what it said.
“Kitten,” she said through a smile, pointing at the word on the tag. Felix melted in happiness, it was the prettiest collar in the world and it had his name on it. Not to mention the new ears, tail, harness, and plug.
When she turned it around it had what seemed like it was a phone number, but she didn’t attempt to explain – Felix guessed it was her number though. Collars always have the pet’s owner’s number on it in case they get lost.
He loved it, and he happily let her take the old one off to put the new one on instead.
After that she patted his head softly before looking through one of the smaller bags, when she was satisfied, she reached into the box the collar had come from and pulled out a matching leash. Felix smiled and tilted his head to make it easier for her to attach it to the loop.
She gave him a blanket, a huge one, and made sure he had it wrapped around himself after she pulled him up to his feet – Felix felt weird standing up since it had been weeks since he last had. On his feet and with the blanket covering his body, she led him out of the room (which he hadn’t left in forever) using the leash.
Through the hallway and out through a door he hadn’t seen her open before, and down a flight of stairs. She yelled something towards another part of the house before opening and leading him out another door; one which brought him outside.
The sun was on its way down, but it still cast some light over the path he had to walk and the car he was led to. She opened the backseat door and said “up.” He moved forward to climb into the car.
Throughout the whole car ride Felix looked out the window at the sky, he wanted to see some stars, he hadn’t seen stars in months and he had missed them, they were pretty. But the sun was still up and they were in the city, so he didn’t get to see any. The scenery was still pretty and it reminded him of a bunch of things he hadn’t thought of in a long time; like his friends and family, his material possessions. He couldn’t bring himself to care too much though – he did miss them, but he’d moved on.
They weren’t in his life anymore, he’d moved out and moved on to different people, different relationships.
When they stopped, his eyes landed on a big house with huge windows. He looked over the front of the house and found the stone to be well taken care of, and his eyes found some flowers still blooming in the flowerbeds by the house wall.
The girl walked around the car and opened the door next to him, she grabbed his new leash and led him out. He was stopped when he was about to get down on his knees as he exited, a firm “no” leaving her lips. She still wanted him to use his feet to walk, and he found out why after a few steps up the path.
It was all small rocks that dug into his bare feet as he walked, and he had to fight the pained sounds from leaving his mouth, and to stop himself from running ahead to get onto the smooth stone by the door.
A few moments after she knocked on the door – Felix still on his feet for some reason – an old woman opened the door. “An-yeonghabnida. Seonsaengnimkkeseo geosil-eseo gidalyeo dallago asyeossgo, jega dochag sasil allyeoeuligessseubnida.”
His owner said something to respond before the old woman left them alone, she pointed at a door before leaving. He was led through that door a few seconds later. On the other side was a big and open room with crispy white walls.
In the doorway she took the blanket he’d kept securely wrapped around himself in the car on the way here, and gave him a command, “down.” Felix sat down on his knees, the wooden floor almost too hard for his skin.
When she moved into the room, leash still in her hand, Felix crawled after her. He settled on the floor by her feet after she told him he couldn’t get up on the couch. His gaze stayed on her as she sat down and put the bag she had brought from home on the floor next to her. Felix wondered what was in it.
He leaned off his knees and rested his side against the couch when he realised they were waiting for something.
It didn’t take too long until his ears caught the sound of the door opening behind him, his head turned to look at who it was. Standing in the doorway was his master – who is represented by the young human in the picture – dressed in a suit that looked a little too big.
Felix got a little excited to meet the man, because obviously he was important to his own life. His owner had packed up a bunch of stuff and dragged him out of his room for the first time in months, and it seemed it was all to meet this man. Was Felix supposed to stay with him? Why else would he be here?
The two humans greeted each other and Felix liked the man’s voice.
“Pyeongsocheoleom modeun jeongboga poldeoe eo issgo, naega geuege eotteon eumsi-eul eonje jueossneunji, eolmana jueossneunji, geuligo geuga iaeaneun myeongryeong-gwa dan-eoga pohamdoeeo issseubnida.”
“Aju meosjin.”
Felix waited to be acknowledged but it ever happened, the two kept talking among themselves like he wasn’t there. He didn’t really mind though, he was content just listening to their voices.
“Geuneun byeongicheoleom byeongitong-eul sayonghaneun de igsughamyeo, modeun geos-eul seuseulo habnida. Multisyu paeggwa geugeos-eul dul gos-i issneunji hwag-inhagiman hamyeon geuneun kkaekkeus-i jinael geos-ibnida. Mullon dangsin-eun byeongitong-eul cheongsohal geos-ibnida. Geuneun ttoan hangsang mulgwa seom-yujil-i pungbuan silieol-eul sayonghal su issneun de igsughabnida.”
“Sigsa oeeneun?”
“Yes, geuneun du kkiman meoggo saie baegopeum-eul neukkibnida. Ttoan seom-yujil-eul seobcwihaneun geos-i geui jang-e johseubnida.”
They talked and talked and Felix felt like he could fall asleep next to them. He knew his leash was still in her hand and that she had stood up, and he knew he was still sitting crooked next to a couch in a house where he doesn’t know anyone. He’s also slightly aware of how uncomfortable he should be, he was wearing nothing but some straps and a buttplug in this new house, in front of this stranger.
But he was relaxed, their conversation lulled him, and he could have fallen asleep.
“Jeoneun geuege pilsujeog-in mulgeon (byeongi, salyo, mul) eodie dueossneunji boyeojeun geos-eulo sijaghaneun geos-i jodago saeng-gaghabnida. Geu hueneun dangsin-ege dallyeo issjiman cheoncheonhi jinhaenghaseyo. Geuneun pyeongsaeng dangsin aewan goyang-iloman jinaeunbiga doeeoss-eulji moleujiman, geuneun yeojeonhi bonneung-i issneun ingan-igo, dangsin-eun-bonneung-eul pihae geol-eoya habnida. Chungbunhi swiul geobnida. Geujeo innaesim-eul gajgo-ceoncheonhi jinhaengamyeon doebnida. Jegauga ihaehaneun dan-eoneun geuga malhaneun modeun hangug-eoibnida.”
“Geuleolgeyo, sasil kkwae meosjin igo, geugeol wihae dangsin-eul chaj-agan dahaeng-ieyo.”
“Dangsin-eun geulaeya ago, dangsin-eun geuegeseo yeong-eoleul ganeunghan meolli tteol-eotteulyeoya habnida. Geuga neomu manh-i baeuji anhdolog haneun geos-i hyoyuljeog-ilago saeng-gaghabnida. Geuligo dol-adanigi jeon-e ilg-eul pil-yoga eobsdaneun-geos-ibnida. Byeongineun 'toilet' igo eumsiggwa mul-eun geujeo 'food' il ppun-ibnida.”
When the conversation eventually ended, the girl called his name and he turned to face her, to find out what she wanted him to do. He realised the man was crouched down next to him when he turned around, and their gazes locked. The man looked nice and smiled at him.
“Hello, Kitten,” his master said and reached out a hand to pet his cheek and head. Felix liked the touch, it was nice and the hand was soft against his skin, he leaned towards it. “Neoneun jigeumbuteo nawa-nae cheonsawa hamkke yeogiseo salge doel geoya.”
“Good boy,” his owner praised and took a few steps away from them, which is when Felix realised his leash was now in the hand of his master. “Ije-yeong, sam-gaewol-hue boebgessseubnida.”
“Sam-gaewol junbiga doel goes gat-ayo?”
“Amado, geuga museun il-i il-eonago issneunji kkaedadneun olaen sigan-i geollil geos gat-ayo. Hajiman geuneun jiseong-i aninikka, naegeuege malhalyeogo haessdeon geos-eul kkaedadneun jeugsi, geuneun dangsin-ui geos-ibnida,” she waved and walked through the door.
Felix watched her leave with split emotions, he didn’t want to be without her – she was all he knew and she gave him his food, she cleaned his body, and took care of him.
His master stood up, “here,” and started walking, Felix followed after the command was given.
They moved through the house for a bit – up the stairs and through a few doors – before they ended up in a room. It was a bathroom and in the corner stood a familiar box, and in the other corner was a shower. The shower was pretty big and looked like it was fairly new.
“Toilet,” his master pointed at the box and proved Felix right. Now he just had to remember where this was, because he had a feeling he was going to be led away from here and allowed in more than one room – being in one room had made things easy because he could always see everything.
In a different room, the living room actually, was a little spot on the side with a bowl and a bottle of water. The bowl was matte black and still empty, but the bottle was full and had a straw in the same colour as the bowl screwed onto the top. “Food,” it felt pretty clear already but the word solidified this too.
After that he was led to another room, a bedroom this time, and on the other side of the huge bed was a little bed. One that was a little higher than the one Felix had used for the past few months but looked to be basically the same size, the edges of it were puffed up by pillows and there seemed to be a blanket laying on one side. The bed itself was black with the edges lined with red threads, and the blanket was red too.
The red in the bed matched well with the red-ish wall it was standing against, but the black stood out a bit against the other walls that were white.
On the big bed opposite the small one laid a man with black hair almost as long as Felix’s own. That man was staring at him when Felix looked over, and it seemed like interest lazed the gaze. It was impossible for him to tell with the man laying down and himself being so close to the floor, what they looked like, other than the face – which was really pretty.
“Bed,” his owner informed and moved towards the bed on the floor. Felix was ushered all the way into the bed and he spun around on it a little, just to feel the soft fabric under his hands and knees for a little while. It was so soft, he felt like he could melt into it and disappear in its fluffy-ness.
Hands removed the leash from his collar before leaving and Felix curled into himself – the bed was crazy comfortable.
“Ili wayo, Cheonsa.” Felix looked up at the words and the following movement. He knew he wasn’t addressed, didn’t hear his name, and wondered if the man on the bed was the one making the sound – it was.
The man, or boy – he looked to be around the same age as Felix actually – shuffled off the bed and walked over. Felix realised the boy only had sweats on and he wanted to think this boy had a role to play too. He wondered what it could be, what his master could want with the pretty boy. The boy was also pretty tall, maybe even taller than his master.
“Ige dangsin-ui saeloun chinguyeyo, uliui saeloun kitten goyang-iyeyo, geuligeuui ileumdo 'Kitten' ieyo. Pretty anhnayo?”
Both males watched Felix and he didn’t feel uncomfortable under their gazes, despite knowing they were talking about him. And he did find his lips raising when he heard the man say he was pretty – he assumed.
The boy looked at him and after hesitating, and looking over at Felix’s master for something, he reached out a hand and ran it over Felix’s head, through his hair. It was a soft touch which felt nice.
The first few days Felix was a little uneasy without his owner around, but he realised pretty quickly that his master was in charge of taking care of him now. With the realisation came a new calm, since he was still cared for. His master was around a lot more too, and Felix was allowed to accompany him almost everywhere.
He was allowed in a lot of the rooms in the house and after a few days he could comfortably navigate through them; these rooms were the bedroom with his bed, the living room, and his bathroom. The first day that the lady, who opened the door for him and his owner, had walked into the living room when he was eating there – his owner was working in his study and he was alone – she had turned around and left the room immediately. Felix had been confused as to why she left, but he obviously couldn’t ask.
The boy that his master keeps close, the one that was in the big bed when Felix was first shown his new bed, had he realised was a partner. A sexual one. Felix heard them go at it pretty much every night, and he had come to the conclusion the boy – that his master had introduced as ‘Cheonsa’ – was some sort of submissive partner; out of which his mind decided that if he had been kidnapped and turned into a cat, the other kidnapped young adults had had the same outcome, and that this boy was one of them. But instead of ending up a cat, he ended up a sex partner.
Somewhere deep within him, rooted in his past, he knew he should be disgusted, afraid, feel weird about, and maybe a million other things at the realisation, but he didn’t. He didn’t care when they had sex on the bed a few metres away from himself, or when he was allowed into his master’s study for the day and the boy sat hidden under the desk all day. He didn’t even care when he was dozing off on the couch next to his master, only for ‘Cheonsa’ to start sucking him off.
He quite enjoyed the knowledge of them being comfortable around him, and he wasn’t jealous or interested in that sort of thing anyways.
His days followed the same pattern and he settled into a routine; where he was given breakfast on the floor next to the foot of his master’s bed (at the same time as the people on the bed eats their own breakfast) before the two of them settled into the study, Felix usually joined them in there after waiting in the bedroom for his stomach to do it’s thing, and after his master had worked for many hours it was time for dinner. He often left the study during the day to eat and drink a little, or use the toilet. After dinner, which was served in the bedroom, he settled down in either his bed right away or with his master in the living room to watch some tv.
It was all really comfortable and he loved that he was never fully alone – he was often left to his own devices, but the humans were always in the same room, unless he chose to leave.
Now, he’d just finished his dinner (beautifully cooked) and since no one was in the bedroom with him, he walked over to the living room. He heard the tv speak as he approached and when he got closer he realised it wasn’t only the tv making noise.
Getting close enough to see through the door, he saw how the boy was seated in the lap of his master, constantly moving up and down. The noise was coming from the boy, Felix recognized the sound pretty well, and only when he approached the couch could he hear his master too.
As he was approaching he realised they’d been at it for a while already, and before he had time to make a decision on where to wait for them to finish, the dirtiest moan left the boy and his master grunted. They stilled soon after.
Felix didn’t waste any time and crawled all the way up to the couch where he placed his hands on the side, asking for them to make some space for him. The boy was naked and in his master’s lap, facing him, and when his master moved the boy was turned around – but never pulled too far away and Felix realised they stayed connected. His master moved into the corner of the couch and leaned against it, having the boy resting with his back against his chest.
When he patted the cushion next to himself, Felix climbed up and settled next to the connected males. They were still breathing pretty heavily and Felix could see the dampness of their skin. He curled up and rested his face against his master’ thigh, placing his head almost under the boy’s bare one. His knees and hands crammed in between his body, the back of the couch, and his master, which meant his back was facing the tv.
A few minutes later – time he knew his master spent running his hands over the boy’s body, to soothe and relax him – he felt two hands touch his skin. One in his hair that scratched at his scalp, and the other in the ends of his hair down on his neck.
They sat there for a really long time and Felix let the calm atmosphere lull him into this comfortable half-sleep. In which he could still somewhat hear what was going on, but he couldn't move and didn’t want to open his eyes. It was so mundane and he really didn’t care at all about what the two males were whispering to each other, he didn’t care to know what the movie was about, all he wanted was their company.
It had been a few months now, Felix thought – time was weird when you didn’t pay attention – since he was introduced to the new house and people. He still liked it, loved it even, and would love to stay with them – he’d stopped waiting for the girl to come back.
He was lying on the couch in the study, curled up next to the sleeping ‘Angel’ – his master had pointed at a picture one day and said the name of the boy and Felix had realised what the word meant. It was a cute name, but not really one of a human, so he figured it was just his master’s nickname for the boy. Felix had been sleeping a lot of the day away too, just enjoying the sunlight they still got.
The sun had begun to show up less and less, pointing towards a shift in seasons. Felix figured that meant summer was over soon, since it had been really sunny already – summer. From what he had seen through the windows, it had been really nice a lot of the time.
On the couch where he was, one of the windows allowed the sun to hit just right, providing both him and Angel with the wonderful warmth of the sun. Which definitely was contributing to his relaxed form and helping him doze off. He didn’t want to move from there, especially not when Angel woke back up and started to run his fingers over Felix's skin.
The fingers climbed both up and down, over his back and torso, up in his hair and down his arms. The boy kept his touch light and it made the hairs still on his body stand up, the sensations pulling him deeper into sleep.
“Son josimhae, Angel. Manjineun geos-e daehae naega han mal-eul gieoghae.” His master said from his chair, and when Felix peaked an eye open he saw the male looking over at the couch. He had a hard time reading the tone his master used, but thought it sounded serious.
“Mianhaeyo.” The word was whispered into his hair and the arms stilled to squeeze him a little before focusing on his hair and tummy.
Felix basked in the attention and shuffled to get closer to the boy.
He’d spent a lot of time with him recently, because after staying home with him for so long (Felix assumed) his master had to start going out to work. Every time he did, Angel was there to take care of Felix – food, company, and attention. It was all really nice, Felix had seen a lot of Angel, a lot of intimate things, considering how many timed Angel was fucked by his master, so it felt like he knew him even thought they’d never held a conversation.
His master was obviously home now, and it was the first time in a few days he was working from home. It had surprised Felix when Angel didn’t have to keep his master company under the table today – he usually did when his master had been out for a few (or just one) days.
A while later Felix was woken up by a knock on the door, he had fallen asleep again. When it opened a girl stepped through the door, one Felix recognized right away – his owner. But he was really comfortable on the couch so he simply kept an interested eye on her as she walked into the room.
At first she didn’t look over at him at all, and when his master pointed in his direction she turned around. Her gaze found him and she smiled, he stretched an arm in her direction to give her some proof he’d seen and recognized her.
“Hello, Kitten,” she greeted him and he hummed to answer before she turned back to the male at the desk.
They spoke for a while and Felix kept enjoying the feeling of Angel’s fingers on his skin.
“Mwolago haseyo? Geuneun junbidwaessnayo?”
“Eoneu jeongdo, jeon-e malhaessdeus-i, geuga soyugwon-eul dangsin-ege neomgineun deneun – yeleul deul-eo hyeonjinboda – deo olaen sigan-i geollil geobnida. Waenyahamyeon geuneun gat-eun saeng-gaggwa gachileul gajigo issji anhgi ttaemun-ibnida. Jeoneun-geuga ihaehaji mosha-gi ttaemun-e geuege jul su eobs-eossseubnida. Ulineun geuga seuseulo manh-eun yeongyeol-eul mandeul ttaekkaji gidalyeoya habnida. Hajiman, jeoneun geugogie dodalhal geos-ilago saeng-gagago, geuneun jasin-ui gil-eul jal gago issdago saeng-gaghabnida.”
“Geulaeseo?”
“Dangsin-i haeya hal il-eun seolyue seomyeonghaneun geosppun-ibnida.”
Felix listened to them talk, and even though he had no idea what was being said, he knew it was good because of how Angel reacted next to him. The boy was relaxed and maybe a bit excited, and the arms never left Felix’s middle.
Soon after his owner moved towards the door, she threw a look at him but made no move to ask him to join her, and Felix made no move to follow her either – this was his home now and he liked being in it. He liked being with his master and Angel because he could do so much more with them than he had before, it’s a bigger house and he never has to be alone.
Having the company, or even the attention of the people who take care of him, was always wonderful. Felix couldn't imagine being anywhere else – not even with his owner. She wasn’t on his mind that much anymore, he had new people to care about and to occupy his mind with, he still cared about her because she had played a very big role in his life (like his parents), but she wasn’t a main part of it anymore – he missed her sometimes, but he’d moved on.
This was so much better and he found himself wishing he could stay forever. But as the adult (parent) in the picture representing Felix’s situation, he knew he’d eventually be going back; a month ago he would have wanted to go back, but today he’d grown accustomed to this place and the two males, and he wanted to stay with them.
He wanted the man’s hands to clean him and give him food, he wanted the boy to keep him company during the days when the man had to leave for what was most likely work. He wanted his master to be his owner – but that’s not what the picture said, the child wasn’t the adult.
At least not yet…