A/N: I had the idea after I read a boy x boy story, which I in fact DO NOT own. But I did include my own ideas too. So enjoy. -Olivia
Anthony's Point of View
I was walking down the streets of Sacramento, it was pouring down rain and I was returning from the store. I hear the soft meow of a small kitten. I look down see a box with a blue eyed kitten with light brown fur, he was all alone in the box by himself. I have such a soft spot for cats and kittens, I couldn't help but feel bad for him.
I pick him up out of the box, I tuck him under my jacket. I run home holding the small kitten close to my chest. He was shivering from the cold air, I do my best to get home before the kitten freezes to death. I make it home.
I shut the door behind me, I slide my back against the door. I hold the tiny kitten in the air in front of me. "You're one lucky kitty." He mews and I coo at his adorableness, he purrs as I stroke his fur gently.
"Now what shall I call you?" I ask the kitten. "Hmmm... Ian?" I always liked the name Ian for a boy. The kitten purred as I called him that. He was so cute, and seemed like he was the only living thing that cared for me. I'm an online blogger for this website called Smosh, but people cared and then left.
"Ian want some warm milk?" I take the kitten in the kitchen, I poor some almond milk in a bowl and heat it up in the microwave. I play with the tiny kitten, he was about one years old. The microwave goes off and I get the warm milk. "Here you go little buddy."
He sips the milk gratefully, he was quiet and hyper; an odd combination, but it fit him perfectly. It was midnight and I yawn, Ian looks at me curiously and repeats my action. D'awww.
"Come on Ian let's go to bed," I pick him up. He purrs in my arms and I smile down at him.
I lay him on the other side of the bed so I don't squash him. I get in and Ian immediately curls up in my arms. He was such a good kitten, I think I've found mt new best friend.
Three Years Later
Ian's Point of View
I was watching my master, he was handsome and kind. I love him, more than any other cat would understand. I wish I wasn't a cat than maybe he could love me and call me his boyfriend. Master was on his phone talking with is girlfriend- well now ex girlfriend. I'm so glad that bitch is gone, she had changed him so much.
Because I have such good hearing I heard her say: "You chose that cat over me, why don't you go fuck it?" If I had human flesh I would be blushing right now. Master makes a face and hangs up.
"Ian," he calls for me. I run up to him, I climb up his pant leg and into his arms. He sighs and falls back in the couch. "What did I do wrong?" I felt something wet drip on my nose. Master was crying, I lick his face to clear away the tears.
He gives me a kiss on the top of my head and I swear I felt something no cat should feel about a human. I wanted him, I felt myself feel awkward to move. I think of a pineapple and the awkwardness wash away.
I felt weary and master did too, he walked us into the room. I lay in his arms and fall asleep dreaming of him.
***
It was the next day, I woke up and I felt different. I look at my paws, they aren't paws they're human hands. But how? Master stirs and he is startled when he caught sight of me.
"Who are and what have you done to Ian?" He backs away from me.
"Master it is me, Ian," I test out my talking skill.
"Oh my god, but how?"
"I don't know, I woke up like this."
His chocolate brown eyes stare deeply into mine. I felt turned on because of his deep mourning voice. "Since you're human now, I won't be charged for bestiality."
His soft lips crashed down on mine. I moan at the friction between us, he smiles before kissing up and down my neck. "Master-"
"Call me by my real name," he growls into my ear.
"Anthony," I moan. He kiss down to my waist line, my member felt sore from not getting enough attention. Anthony stuck the tip into his mouth, he sucked it and I let out the pre-cum. He swallows all of it.
I was on my hands and knees, an old habit of standing up because I thought we were done. "Oh no kitty we aren't even close to done."
"A- Anthony."
He slide one finger into me and he added more and more, then all of a sudden he pulls them out. I whimper at the loss, but I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. Anthony had put it in, he was still then started moving slowly in and out. The feeling was pleasurable, "Anthony," I moan.
"I.. love.. you," he pants.
"Faster.. please," I mange to get out. He pounds harder into me.
I felt myself reach my climax, "Anthony I'm..." He cums into me and the feeling of him filling me up makes me cum. He pulls out and we collapse, are breaths finally even out so we can talk properly.
"Thank you Anthony for picking me up on the street that day."
"I love you Ian."
"I love you too."
