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charisstomaTitle: Another Day in the Life of Poof
Follows (Part 1) (Part 2) & At the Crèche
All in the Animal Shelter series - "On the Streets" story arch
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1406
“Cute kitten,” Poof heard silently narrowing his barely opened his eyes from where he lay curled around Squeaky and they really needed to stop calling the baby that. The kitten had a perfectly good name but until he got older no one but family knew it, because familiar kittens were big on the Black Market. If you had the kitten’s name then you could magically control the baby kitten at this stage. Still, at what point did a nickname become a real name. Poof didn’t even remember his real name.
“Go away. We’re napping,” Poof whispered back harshly at the young wizard-like student, who grinned down at him in response. Squeaky token kneaded Poof’s belly trying to get milk from the nipple he’d latched onto and fell asleep again. There wasn’t any milk there, ‘cause Squeaky was Kormier’s kitten, but suckling helped the kitten sleep as did Poof’s purring.
“Why isn’t the kitten nursing from all of your nipples? The fur’s only slicked back from two. Cute pink titties by the way.”
Lord love a duck the idiot was going to wake Squeak before Kormier got a break to come nurse him and not cool to talk about his nipples like that. Poof opened his eyes wide in a glare, curling back his lips as he flashed teeth. Nipples were perfectly okay to be exposed like that, he was a cat after all and there was no need to be noticing them like that, Poof thought blushing. He would not let some pervert get under his fur.
“Sorry, sorry. Didn’t mean to offend,” the persistent pest raised his hands to show he meant no harm. “Someone said you went to The Crèche a lot and I followed you. I thought you might be a volunteer because I’ve never seen you with anyone outside of class. You get caught in the ‘Great Catnip Brownie Party Event?” He curled his fingers in quote marks.
Oh that was it, Poof thought, he was going to eviscerate the idiot. Squeaky did what gave him his name, stirring against Poof’s belly. Poof groomed him back into place with added purring. “This kitten is my brother and if you wake him before my Papa gets here to feed him, you are dead meat.”
“Right. Your Papa be here soon? Can I wait with you? I’ll read quietly and sit on the floor beside your blanket nest,” promised the Idiot.
If Kormier didn’t get here quickly, Squeaky would get his first smell of blood and annoyed cat pee when Poof ripped the Idiot’s guts out and then peed on him into temporary Familiar form for good measure. Probability said that the Idiot wouldn’t die, if medical help arrived in time and the change back would remove any scarring. Poof didn’t want to go to prison. Not that they could keep him there, he got his name for the one of the first of his abilities to manifest.
“My name’s Arath; exchange student, Demon-wizard cross; and I’ve seen you in my Familiar Studies 101 class lectures.”
“Thought you said you’d be quiet and read,” Poof tried, glancing up at the clock. When would Kormier get here and rescue them? He really didn’t want to go to prison and/or have his stones cut off. This Arath Idiot was getting on his last tit… Poof blushed as he thought the last. At least Squeaky was safe. They wouldn’t let anyone make off with someone else’s kitten from The Crèche; there were spells after all. And this Arath, demon-wizard idiot, seemed to be more interested in Poof then Squeaky.
Arath grinned at Poof in answer and arranged himself cross-legged beside the blanket nest, opening a book and laying it open in his lap. He was looking at a diagram near the end of the textbook, petting the page edges with a finger and Poof swore he could feel the stroking between his ears and down his neck. He would not purr. He would not purr.
A cough broke the spell, had to be a spell Poof thought.
“Ahem,” Kormier started, “So I’m here now and Elert will be here soon,” was said to Poof and then “Who are you and why are you studying the section on Familiar-Wizard mating positions?”
Poof rose holding Squeaky in position with a paw and hurriedly groom concealed his other nipple’s fur. He jerked. He’d forgotten that after Squeak got done with them, his nipples were hypersensitive.
“Sir, I’d like to court your son,” was what had Poof turning to stare at the Idiot cross Demon-wizard. He did not just say what Poof thought he heard him say.
“And you are ….?” Kormier said sternly.
“Arath Malakishelson, sir. I have a common class with your son, Familiar Studies 101.”
Kormier raised an eyebrow, “You’re a little old for such an introductory class.”
“I’ve done my lower levels at one of the Demon Plane’s universities where one of my fathers is on staff. Exchange student coming in at 3rd Year level. My Father is wizard mated and I thought I’d like to explore the other side of my genetics. Are you familiar with demon mate searching?” Arath asked.
Kormier smirked, “I am Familiar,” and paused. “Poof is not old enough to begin courting yet, even with a demon, he’s just started his higher education. You will respect his youth and his family’s wishes,” was stated firmly. “No hanky-panky.”
Poof had been staring at first this Arath person and then at his Papa, following the conversation.
“I understand, sir. It’s allowed for me to live on either plane as long as I’m in magical areas like the Academy. I’m not constrained to find a mate and then to return home with him. I won’t be stealing your son away if he doesn’t want to live and raise our children on the Demon Plane. Instead I was planning on a slow courtship as both he and I are still students. An education is an important thing and my Papa would skin me alive if I abused anyone Familiar, most especially if they were future family.”
Poof and Kormier blinked and Squeaky squirmed sensing milk. He made his opinion on its lack known.
Arath smiled not making a move towards touching Squeaky. Familiars were very protective of kittens, at this stage particularly. “I guess I should go, unless,” he turned towards Poof, “you need an escort to your next class?” He looked hopeful.
“I think you’ve done enough damage for today. You can see him tomorrow in your shared class. His father and I need to explain the facts about demon courtship to our son first,” Kormier replied for Poof. He bared his teeth in a smile, “Now be gone with you.”
Arath had the effrontery to glance down his person and grin, “Nope. Still here. Excellent try, sir. I felt pinprick sparks through my whole body.” Addressing his words to Poof, “See you tomorrow in class? I usually sit close to the front, but if you want, catch me as I enter the lecture hall and you can choose where we sit.”
Poof and Kormier watched as Arath left.
“Did he touch you, baby?” Kormier asked Poof.
“No. He was annoying and talked and then sat down beside us. Squeaky woke up a bit but settled again and he said my nipples were cute and it felt like someone was stroking my fur on my head and neck while he was reading.” Poof blushed as he mentioned his nipples.
With a short sigh Kormier said, “He’s probably marked you. Oh Poof, do you like him?”
Irritated, “He’s lucky he’s alive,” Poof answered. “If Squeaky had come fully awake …” he growled.
With a smile filled with teeth Kormier commented, “Excellent. Never ever give a demon an inch ‘anywhere’ with ‘anything’ until you want to and even then you think about it… thrice. Familiars are cats and possible mates are our mice,” Poof recited along with Papa on the last line of the adage. Teeth were very much in evidence.
“Now groom your other nipple’s fur into place, Baby. There are impertinent predatory demons around, who don’t need tempting. We will not be allowing him to think you are prey. He’ll have to work for it. Don’t let him distract you from your studies. Make him fear and respect you, not that I’m advising you to trip him on the stairs or anything,” Kormier shrugged casually.
Continuing with Guest Speaker
Follows (Part 1) (Part 2) & At the Crèche
All in the Animal Shelter series - "On the Streets" story arch
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1406
“Cute kitten,” Poof heard silently narrowing his barely opened his eyes from where he lay curled around Squeaky and they really needed to stop calling the baby that. The kitten had a perfectly good name but until he got older no one but family knew it, because familiar kittens were big on the Black Market. If you had the kitten’s name then you could magically control the baby kitten at this stage. Still, at what point did a nickname become a real name. Poof didn’t even remember his real name.
“Go away. We’re napping,” Poof whispered back harshly at the young wizard-like student, who grinned down at him in response. Squeaky token kneaded Poof’s belly trying to get milk from the nipple he’d latched onto and fell asleep again. There wasn’t any milk there, ‘cause Squeaky was Kormier’s kitten, but suckling helped the kitten sleep as did Poof’s purring.
“Why isn’t the kitten nursing from all of your nipples? The fur’s only slicked back from two. Cute pink titties by the way.”
Lord love a duck the idiot was going to wake Squeak before Kormier got a break to come nurse him and not cool to talk about his nipples like that. Poof opened his eyes wide in a glare, curling back his lips as he flashed teeth. Nipples were perfectly okay to be exposed like that, he was a cat after all and there was no need to be noticing them like that, Poof thought blushing. He would not let some pervert get under his fur.
“Sorry, sorry. Didn’t mean to offend,” the persistent pest raised his hands to show he meant no harm. “Someone said you went to The Crèche a lot and I followed you. I thought you might be a volunteer because I’ve never seen you with anyone outside of class. You get caught in the ‘Great Catnip Brownie Party Event?” He curled his fingers in quote marks.
Oh that was it, Poof thought, he was going to eviscerate the idiot. Squeaky did what gave him his name, stirring against Poof’s belly. Poof groomed him back into place with added purring. “This kitten is my brother and if you wake him before my Papa gets here to feed him, you are dead meat.”
“Right. Your Papa be here soon? Can I wait with you? I’ll read quietly and sit on the floor beside your blanket nest,” promised the Idiot.
If Kormier didn’t get here quickly, Squeaky would get his first smell of blood and annoyed cat pee when Poof ripped the Idiot’s guts out and then peed on him into temporary Familiar form for good measure. Probability said that the Idiot wouldn’t die, if medical help arrived in time and the change back would remove any scarring. Poof didn’t want to go to prison. Not that they could keep him there, he got his name for the one of the first of his abilities to manifest.
“My name’s Arath; exchange student, Demon-wizard cross; and I’ve seen you in my Familiar Studies 101 class lectures.”
“Thought you said you’d be quiet and read,” Poof tried, glancing up at the clock. When would Kormier get here and rescue them? He really didn’t want to go to prison and/or have his stones cut off. This Arath Idiot was getting on his last tit… Poof blushed as he thought the last. At least Squeaky was safe. They wouldn’t let anyone make off with someone else’s kitten from The Crèche; there were spells after all. And this Arath, demon-wizard idiot, seemed to be more interested in Poof then Squeaky.
Arath grinned at Poof in answer and arranged himself cross-legged beside the blanket nest, opening a book and laying it open in his lap. He was looking at a diagram near the end of the textbook, petting the page edges with a finger and Poof swore he could feel the stroking between his ears and down his neck. He would not purr. He would not purr.
A cough broke the spell, had to be a spell Poof thought.
“Ahem,” Kormier started, “So I’m here now and Elert will be here soon,” was said to Poof and then “Who are you and why are you studying the section on Familiar-Wizard mating positions?”
Poof rose holding Squeaky in position with a paw and hurriedly groom concealed his other nipple’s fur. He jerked. He’d forgotten that after Squeak got done with them, his nipples were hypersensitive.
“Sir, I’d like to court your son,” was what had Poof turning to stare at the Idiot cross Demon-wizard. He did not just say what Poof thought he heard him say.
“And you are ….?” Kormier said sternly.
“Arath Malakishelson, sir. I have a common class with your son, Familiar Studies 101.”
Kormier raised an eyebrow, “You’re a little old for such an introductory class.”
“I’ve done my lower levels at one of the Demon Plane’s universities where one of my fathers is on staff. Exchange student coming in at 3rd Year level. My Father is wizard mated and I thought I’d like to explore the other side of my genetics. Are you familiar with demon mate searching?” Arath asked.
Kormier smirked, “I am Familiar,” and paused. “Poof is not old enough to begin courting yet, even with a demon, he’s just started his higher education. You will respect his youth and his family’s wishes,” was stated firmly. “No hanky-panky.”
Poof had been staring at first this Arath person and then at his Papa, following the conversation.
“I understand, sir. It’s allowed for me to live on either plane as long as I’m in magical areas like the Academy. I’m not constrained to find a mate and then to return home with him. I won’t be stealing your son away if he doesn’t want to live and raise our children on the Demon Plane. Instead I was planning on a slow courtship as both he and I are still students. An education is an important thing and my Papa would skin me alive if I abused anyone Familiar, most especially if they were future family.”
Poof and Kormier blinked and Squeaky squirmed sensing milk. He made his opinion on its lack known.
Arath smiled not making a move towards touching Squeaky. Familiars were very protective of kittens, at this stage particularly. “I guess I should go, unless,” he turned towards Poof, “you need an escort to your next class?” He looked hopeful.
“I think you’ve done enough damage for today. You can see him tomorrow in your shared class. His father and I need to explain the facts about demon courtship to our son first,” Kormier replied for Poof. He bared his teeth in a smile, “Now be gone with you.”
Arath had the effrontery to glance down his person and grin, “Nope. Still here. Excellent try, sir. I felt pinprick sparks through my whole body.” Addressing his words to Poof, “See you tomorrow in class? I usually sit close to the front, but if you want, catch me as I enter the lecture hall and you can choose where we sit.”
Poof and Kormier watched as Arath left.
“Did he touch you, baby?” Kormier asked Poof.
“No. He was annoying and talked and then sat down beside us. Squeaky woke up a bit but settled again and he said my nipples were cute and it felt like someone was stroking my fur on my head and neck while he was reading.” Poof blushed as he mentioned his nipples.
With a short sigh Kormier said, “He’s probably marked you. Oh Poof, do you like him?”
Irritated, “He’s lucky he’s alive,” Poof answered. “If Squeaky had come fully awake …” he growled.
With a smile filled with teeth Kormier commented, “Excellent. Never ever give a demon an inch ‘anywhere’ with ‘anything’ until you want to and even then you think about it… thrice. Familiars are cats and possible mates are our mice,” Poof recited along with Papa on the last line of the adage. Teeth were very much in evidence.
“Now groom your other nipple’s fur into place, Baby. There are impertinent predatory demons around, who don’t need tempting. We will not be allowing him to think you are prey. He’ll have to work for it. Don’t let him distract you from your studies. Make him fear and respect you, not that I’m advising you to trip him on the stairs or anything,” Kormier shrugged casually.
Continuing with Guest Speaker
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