My Little Neko Boy

Chapter VI

"Can...we watch that again?"

"Sure," I said. Pressing rewind on the Xbox One controller, I made Darth Vader walk backwards up the hall, Rebel soldiers coming back to life, and blaster bolts going back into their weapons made for an amusing moment. Hitting play, the movie resumed.

Darth Vader ignited his lightsaber, his menacing breathing echoing in the narrow hallway. Bravely, the soldiers tried to hold him off as the last one tried to open the stuck door. Too late. Leia escaped with the plans. The credits for Rogue One came on screen, and Johnny was on the edge of his seat, foot drumming with adrenaline from that epic scene. Since he'd travelled through space, I figured "Star Wars" would be a good way to introduce him to movies. I was planning on showing him the movies in the following order Rogue One, followed by episodes IV, V, I, II, III, and VI. I didn't care for the movies made by Jar Jar Abrams, nor did I care much for the Solo movie that came out a few months ago.

"Is there more?" He asked hope in his dark yet bright blue eyes

I was about to answer when the doorbell rang. Johnny sat bolt upright in fear. I stood up, muting the television.

"Cat mode!" I hissed, not sure of who was at the door.

Turning into a cat, Johnny crawled under the couch in fear. I brushed the front of my shirt smooth, and went to the door. Looking through the peephole revealed that our unexpected caller was from UPS.

"Hey," I said, opening the door.

"Packages," the driver grunted, loaded down with parcels. "Lots of them."

"Come in."  I gestured to the dining room table.

"There's more," he said, handing me his little electronic gizmo to sign.

"I'll leave the door open."

Coaxing Johnny from under the couch, I held him in my lap and petted him as the UPS driver took a few trips to deliver all the parcels. Purring loudly, Johnny nuzzled against my hand.

Soon, we were alone again. Johnny changed back to his human form, and I was holding a beautiful male in my arms. He was naked because he still didn't have any clothes, so I relished the touch.

"Let's go see what we've got," I said, not wanting the touching to end.

"Is it your things, sir?"

"My things?" I asked as we sat at the table.

"Yes. Your wealth bought these. They are yours."

"These are yours. They belong to you. My...wealth bought them, yes. But I give them to you."

Slowly, Johnny opened a box. He looked at me to make sure. Satisfied with my nod and reassuring look that it was okay, he pulled out a shirt. Soon, Johnny was ripping into them like a kid on Christmas, exclaiming over and over at his new possessions. Shirts, underwear, pants, and shoes were strewn about. Johnny changed into his cat form and nestled inside a box.

"Cozy?" I asked, softly stroking his ears. His loud purrs made the box vibrate on the table. I smiled. "Come on, we need to put them away properly."

Changing back to his regular form, Johnny was squatting on the table. He leaned forward and kissed me before embracing me in a warm hug.

"Thank you. You've shown me such kindness like few ever have."

I was in a daze for a few minutes, having his soft lips on mine. We gathered up his things, and I showed him how to fold clothes or put them onto hangers. Gathering my sewing supplies, we took an armful of underwear and as we watched Episode IV, I took his measurements to make the needed alterations so his tail would fit easily and without pain.  As the medal ceremony happened, he put them on and displayed the fit.