The Kitty and the Viper

The first that he became aware of was that he was looking at a tennis net, a bit of an odd angle to look at one though. It almost looked a bit upside down to him, as if he were laying on his back and starring at it. He gave a sound that was almost like a \'mew\' as he rolled onto his belly. Then let out a squeak as he jerked up to his knees. He looked at his arms as if they were about to attack him or something. He was wearing fingerless, elbow length gloves that were orange with black tiger striping. He had never seen them before in his live and yet here he was wearing them. He looked down at the rest of himself and let out another, louder cry.

Stalkings, what the hell? What self respecting male wore stalkings? Especially tiger striped ones, and was he wearing a thong, please someone tell him that he wasn\'t wearing a thong. Oh gods he was never going to be able to live this one down. The thong that he wore barely covered him and was the same design as the stalkings and gloves. He pushed up to his feet and was able to keep them for only a moment before he sank back down to his hands and knees. What the... He looked over his back and then felt his face heat up so that it was burning as brightly red as his hair was. He had heard of these sorts of... sex tails before, had seen them in those magazines that some of the other guys in school read but never in a million years did he thing that he would be wearing one.

He lifted a hand to his mouth to hold back a whimper, why... He shifted a bit and the thing that was inside of his back opening, the thick ball bearing that kept the tail in place shifted as well. There was a little chiming sound that reached his ears and made him aware of the bell collar he wore and he gave a whining sound. This was horrible, awful, embarrassing. He would never live it down, never be able to play tennis again, would have to change schools! If anyone, if his teammates his friends found out that he was in cat garb in the middle of the tennis court.

He felt something tilting back and forth on his head and he didn\'t even want to lift a hand to confirm what he knew was there. Cat ears, to go along with the rest of the cat motif he was sure. He was wearing cat ears! Why was he wearing cat ears!? Better yet why was he wearing any of this stuff? What sort of perverse dream was he trapped in?

Dream...? Wait... yes! That was it! It was all a dream. He could deal with that since he would wake up none the worse for wear right? He would be able to shrug it off and blame it on the pizza that he had eaten last night before bed. Ok so bad pizza leads to kitty dreams, alright no more of that for him. His friends would never find out about his adventures in kitty-land unless he told them and there was no way in hell that he was going to tell them so that meant that he was safe? He smiled brightly. Ok he could deal with this, could almost enjoy it. He liked kitties so dressing like one wouldn\'t hurt anyone. The tail though, the tail had to go while he could deal with everything else the idea of a sex toy cat tail was a little more then he wanted to think about at the moment.

He moved so that he was laying on his side and lifted one of his legs, bending it at the knee so that he could reach between them and took hold of the tail, he tugged a little then groaned. He should just be able to slid it out but it was a rather overwhelming feeling that came with moving it, he took a deep breath and pulled and with a loud cry it came free of him. He gave it a little toss then collapsed and lay there panting while he recovered from that shock to his system.

\"Noisy Kamio-Kitty.\" Came a voice that he knew far to well, then a low hiss. He squeezed his eyes shut, if he didn\'t look at him, didn\'t acknowledge him he would go away right?

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Ok he would admit it, he had dreams before where there were a lot of cute things in it. Kitties and the like but never people that he knew dressed up like kitties. Ok fine there was that one time he had drank some of Inui\'s juice got rather woozy off of it and he would have sworn that Eiji was a kitty but it wasn\'t something that he was going to admit to anyone, ever. Yet here he was looking across the tennis court to where Akira was kneeling on the other side of the net dressed up like a kitty and not any kitty either. He looked like a kitty-boy that a person would find in a porn. One of those dreams that one would consider the best of both worlds, one he would consider the same if he wasn\'t so confused by it. Why Akira? They didn\'t seem to get along if Kaidoh could be seen to get along with anyone, Akira was... he was a damn brat and he wanted nothing more then to hit him since he had been before denied the pleasure and yet... He couldn\'t say that he didn\'t like him in his current garb.

His feet seemed to have a mind of their own as he walked around the net and towards the red haired kitty that scooted a bit away from him and then gave up to lay there panting.

\"Lost your tail Kitty.\" He murmured in his usual tone of voice that made it so that someone couldn\'t tell exactly what he was thinking or feeling. The red head\'s already hot cheeks seemed only to get worse, brighter.

\"I didn\'t lose it I took it out.\" He said after a moment of thought then gave a snort and looked away, \"Not that its your business.\"

Kaidoh gave another hiss then shook his head, \"To noisy.\" He murmured then leaned forward toward the cute little kitty to catch hold of the ribbon collar that he was wearing around his neck. He gave it a little tug forcing Akira up onto his knees making it easier for Kaidoh to look him over. His dark eyes were a little narrow as they appraised all that was laid out before him, \"Cute kitty.\"

Akira\'s blush seemed only to spread on his neck and his ears making Kaidoh look almost as if he were smiling before he leaned forward. Akira\'s mouth opened with a little gulping gasp fully expecting that the Viper before him was going to kiss him. He shook his head a little and tilted his head back, \"No!\" He didn\'t want to be kissed by Kaidoh did he? No, if he wanted anyone to kiss him... There was a momentary flash in his mind of blue hair.

The image was lost as he felt Kaidoh\'s mouth against his neck, not the kiss that he had been expecting but instead a sharp bite that was more natural to a Viper. Before Akira could voie any sort of complaint though Kaidoh started to suck lightly on the area he had bit to sooth the pain that he had caused there, \"Better?\" He asked and Akira couldn\'t help himself when he found himself nodding. Yes, it was in fact better, had eased any sort of small pain the bite had caused. He found himself starring into the Viper\'s eyes only to grow a little more relaxed. Ugh... if Kaidoh suddenly decided to eat him or worse he could do nothing to stop it.

\"K-Kaidoh...\" He murmured a moment before his mouth was taken in a deep, hot kiss...

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In two houses, in two beds miles from each other two teen sat up in bed letting out shocked cries of, \"What the Hell?!\"