Nightcat – Volume One
A lone purr echoes through the night, like a bullet through a thick winter fog. Nightcat has been active for years in these parts now, protecting the city from danger, the creatures that lurk within.
“Meow…meow…” states Nightcat, just another mindless statistic the governors use in their petty human politics to him. It’s about more to him, it’s about the people, their feelings, and more importantly…their feet. “Meow, meow, purrrr!!!!” exclaims Nightcat, as the cold winds of Mongtown sweep past his fur. He leaps forward from the dusty, old roof of the strip club, and onto Dripstreet. He struts forward past the multiplex, and into the old Alley, where his destiny awaits him. Nightcat stops “…Meoww…Meoow…Meow, Meow, Purr, Meow” Nightcat states, almost painfully, he always has been one for the dramatic. He raises his tail and ventures further into the Alley, the smell of Venom fills his gut. Because that’s how cats work, their guts can smell. Look it up, check the damned wiki if you must. He reaches a dead end, the only place to go, is up. BANG, BOSH, Nightcat jolts upwards onto a wall and runs towards the moon, like a flash of rabies-ridden lighting he lands on a ventilation unit and scans the rooftops for his prey.
“Hissssss” Echoes a voice. Nightcat stalks forward, his claws at the ready, but the hiss has faded. He knows this feeling all too well, he can’t let his enemy get to him. Nightcat returns home, as he approaches UM Street, where his beloved awaits his embrace. He bolts to the door and through the flap, he hangs up his cape and hat and hears a voice project from the sitting room.
“Nightcat, honey, is that you?” It is his doting wife, Kate. “Meow, purr” Replies our Nightcat. “I love you” She states. Her vocabulary was as bad, as, like, whatever, do you care? Nightcat proceeds into the room to see Kate lying on the sofa, her shapely legs hanging over the edge. Nightcat you see, likes Kate’s legs, and I mean really likes. If there’s one thing he loves more than her legs, it’s her little feet. You see young Jimmy, Nightcat strongly believed that ‘You can’t just stick your toe in the water. You have to dive right in’ He wouldn’t mind if Kate got a bit, cold footed. He’d always wait on her, foot and foot. Let’s call him a bit of a leg cat. They certainly were, head over heels in love. Nightcat jets forward, nibbling at Kate’s toes in a playful manner “Honey no!! The kids might wake up!!” She giggles as she shoos him from her supple feet. Nightcat pouts and stares at her legs, with passion, lust and a bit of yellow stuff that’s just there, for you see, Nightcat needs no doctor!! Just Kate’s feet all over his furry body. I have run out of metaphors to explain how horny Kate’s feet make Nightcat, so I’ll just say they get him off. (Not even a pun there, don’t search for one.) As her slowly licks each of her toes with his rough, sandpaper-like tongue a cry rings out through the night, like a bell, or glass shattering. It is quickly followed by a hiss, and a cackle. There is only one solution, Mr. Scorpion. And so, without a second to lose, Nightcat takes one last lick, and savours his wife’s angelic (if reasonably derpy) face and takes off into the night, leaving his wife, her legs, his children and a pair of knee high socks (Editorial note; If you are female, or even male, wear knee/Thigh high socks, they are so hot, so incredibly hot, amazingly hot, god, god levels or mindblowing) To fight his nemesis once more.
