â«ï¸Pumpkin's POV... â ï¸ (Mature)
Alright, I'm on Stella's lap, chillin', doing my usual thing-getting the best attention, obviously.
But oh hell no, that idiot Chris is coming soon. Yeah, I call him Chris. The hottie that everyone's always talking about. But for me? Nah. He's just some dude who doesn't pet me, doesn't kiss me. And guess what? He thinks he's the boss. Newsflash: I am bcoz one day I'll rule the world on my paws.
Now, I'm eavesdropping because I'm smart like that. I hear these whispers about cheating and how Stella's gonna kick his ass and "crush his little knight."
What the heck is a "little knight?" Is it some kind of toy? I wanna see it. I like toys.
Now chris came.
Then, it's delulu time. Yeah, that's what they call it, right? They're off in some crazy fantasy land. Stella didn't even give me my goodnight kiss. She gave it to him. Seriously, what the hell? I'm the cute one here. Whatever, I'll get my revenge later. Just wait.
Now, they're doing the weirdest thing ever. Like, tearing each other's clothes off. What are they, animals? Are they gonna wrestle naked? I'm so confused, but I'll stick around. I need to see this. I mean, I can't miss a match. I'll update you guys about the results.
So, I'm watching, and I'm getting a real close-up view of Stella and Chris. Whoa, Stella only has two nipples. I mean, I've got no idea where mine are, maybe they're hiding in the fur or something. And Chris? Same thing. Two nipples. But get this-his nipples are hidden too. Haha! Flat-chested Chris. You and me both, buddy.
Oh, and Chris has a tail like mine. Well, sorta. His is bigger without furs, but what the hell is it doing in the front? I'm starting to think Chris isn't as cool as he looks. His body parts are at wrong place.
And wait-Stella doesn't even have a tail! Did he cut it off? Did he cut her tail off? Oh no. What if they want to cut my tail off too? Hell no! Fuck you, Chris.
Now I'm really confused because I'm seeing more weird stuff. Stella's screaming, but I'm just sitting here, trying to make sense of it all. I have to hear their stupid noises. My poor little kitty ears are suffering. And guess what? Chris is wagging his tail at Stella, not me. Excuse me, buddy? I wag my tail at you, and you ignore me! Screw that, never again wagging.
What am I even witnessing? Is this what humans call wrestling? Should I try this with Onyx and Venom? Nah, they'd crush me. But I am strong. Meow meow meow. I'll try someday.
And hold up, I see Stella licking Chris's tail. What the hell is going on here? Is it tasty? Should I try it? I'm freaking hungry, and they're ignoring me.
But then, hold the phone-Chris's tail is producing milk. WHAT? This is some next-level freaky stuff. And guess what? Stella's drinking it. Oh no, she didn't. She's not even feeding me! I'm hungry too, you know! Bad girl, Stella. Bad!
And now? Chris's tail just disappeared. Then it came back. Then it disappeared again. It's like he's doing magic. What the hell? I had no idea Chris was secretly a wizard. Maybe I need to learn that trick, huh?
And then-oh my satan I didn't know Stella could move like me. She's walking on all fours now. What? Is this the new thing? Did she join my club? I mean, if she wants to be a cool cat like me, I can teach her how to be a true pro.
But still, they're making way too much noise. Like, they're practically destroying the room with all their chaos. I need to help Stella, so she win the match, but for some reason, nobody's hearing me. Why the hell is no one else noticing that Chris is being a jerk?
That's it. I'm jumping on the bed, and I'm telling Chris loud and clear to stop. I'm getting tired of hearing this nonsense. And guess what? He ignores me. Like, he just meows back at me like I'm the problem. Meow meow. Yeah, Chris, let's see how long you can ignore me when I claw your face off.
This is war. And I declare that you lost the match with a hanging tail which was straight as ruler before, but not anymore.
â«ï¸Christian's POV...
I and my baby were having our best quality time, my mind lost in the moment. It was supposed to be the perfect time, just us-no distractions.
But, of course, that bastard Pumpkin had to ruin it. The damn cat wouldn't leave us alone, meowing at the worst times, just sitting there, staring at us like a little judgmental creep.
I tried to ignore her, but she just kept going. Seriously? Couldn't that jackass just mind her own business for once? I was trying to focus on Stella, on us, and here she was-meowing away like I was fucking her. No way. Ewww. It was infuriating, but Stella stopped me before I could throw the little nuisance out kicking her filthy ass.
Pumpkin hopped onto the bed, look at the audacity of this brat. I was ready to push her off, but Stella gave me one of those looks-the ones that made me stop in my tracks. So, instead, I just gave Pumpkin a little slap on the ass, hoping she'd get the hint to back off. She meowed, probably thinking I'd react, but I wasn't giving her the satisfaction.
Once we were done making love, I felt a rush of relief. But then Pumpkin, of course, followed me to the bathroom, still meowing angrily. I looked at her, a little annoyed, and muttered, "If you can't find a partner for yourself, just close your eyes and don't be jealous of us, okay?"
It didn't matter. She just went over to Stella's side of the bed, curling up near her, looking like she had won some kind of battle. Stella petted her, calming her down. I had to laugh at how much attention the damn cat got.
After cleaning up, I went back to the bed, wrapping us both in the quilt. It was peaceful now-just Stella and me. Nothing else mattered in that moment. Her tiny body in my arms, the warmth of her against me-it was a kind of pleasure I couldn't explain.
But, of course, Pumpkin was still there, getting her free limelight. I guess some things never change, I thought with a smile, as I drifted off, holding Stella close.