Kitty In The Middle
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Adult +
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15
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A Closet with WHAT?
THE EXAMS ARE OVER!!!! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!! YEs, thank you, thank you for applauding... And thank God that I was interogated about Jean-Paul Sartre and not Victor Hugo... I mean, I love Hugo, but this year's text was too hard. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand you pple have no idea wtf I am talking about, right?
SO ON TO WHAT YOU WILL UNDERSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!!! And that is my Kitty In The Middle # 12. ENJOY!!!
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Chapter XII: A Closet with WHAT in it??!
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The next few months were hell. Well, at least for Tala they were.
Kenny found that having a mate with the same tastes might be trouble (they would fight for the biggest cream-cheese and strawberry sauce covered steak; ew, and that would not be nice, and not to mention, opposites attract, right?), so he went to Bryan, and they seemed to get along rather well (for the fact that they have a lover’s quarrel every two minutes and kiss make up faster than that -ooo bad Bryan (spanks) bad influence on Kenny-, and that Kenny is a blanket hogger, and Bryan drinks out of the carton) and dumped Tala (in the pond hahaha).
So, having to be fished out of the pond in 2 in the morning, he stomped, soaked and weed-full, into the palace, and tripped over a bumble of cloth, only to land face first on… max.
Or should I say ‘lips first’? Because that was what happened; his faced was (nearly squashed) on Max's, lips (squashed as well) touching Max's, his elbows bent up so that his palms lay flat on the floor, on both sides of Max’s head, their bodies aligning almost perfectly: a near perfect sight, sweet, if it weren’t for the fact that Tala had been sweating like hell. Oh look, the rug is wet with pond water –and- sweat… I wonder why… -gets pummelled by Tala-
Tala’s twitching reached critical state when he felt an evil aura coming from above him.
“Taaaaaaaaaaaaaalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…”
Oh great, just what he needed. A sleep-deprived Drigger, escaping from his Duo, seeping fury, catching him on a new Pet that, although he isn’t Minor anymore, still looked like one.
After the war cry, I will let you imagine what Tala had to go through.
Oh, life was cruel to him…
Elsewhere, Bryan and Kenny were happily sharing an ice cream, sharing one spoon, and sharing practically the same thoughts. You know, ‘he’s hot, he’s cute, I could kiss him, after the ice cream of course’. They seemed to be the only couple that was officially together. Oh, wait, they are.
So, THAT’S why every one else was dragging their weight like one would drag a struggling Mariah to the basement (the only way to keep her from breaking loose is to chains, rope, blindfold, plastic bag, electro shock, morphine, anesthetise her. 12 times). Well, all except Rei and Kai: Rei was just too happy to be in kai’s arms, and Kai was happy holding him; until is junior thought it was time to show up, and then he joined the others in their Dooms March. But only then!
Well, one thing he could look forward to was Rei’s turn to majority. Rei has been there for a few months now, and according to Drigger, he was nearing that day. So THAT was why he was emitting a honeyed smell… (Actually Rei was sending off pheromones for his mate to smell, that only his mate can smell, but you didn’t hear that from me! (Drigger) what did you say? (Moi) AAAAA! (runs off for safety))
Well, while every one was on their Dooms March, he and Rei were cuddling on a couch. They just escaped the furious notorious obnoxious Mariah, and actually had more than 2 minutes of rest. They were here for 3 hours actually… 2/3 hours of peace… now it’s getting suspicious... oh well, maybe she ga--
“REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIII!”
--ve up. Spoke too soon… so much for those 2/3 hours…Well, what to do? Easy! 1) grab Rei’s hand 2) run off someplace where she might not find us and 3) rest and cuddle and enjoy her absence. Again…
But they didn’t do that. Why? Because judging by the insupportable voice that exceeded 200 decibel, she was five feet from the door. So Kai could proceed with 1), but unfortunately, the Thing could move over 180 miles an hour, so he only had time to do 1) and ram Rei and himself into the closet of the room. No, not in that way, Rei is still too young; a few months short, but patience is a virtue ((Kai) –bonks- you? Virtuous? Ha! (Moi) buhuhuuu…).
Mariah stormed in the room, her screeching now surpassing the 200 decibel and Kai was never so thankful that all the wooden furniture in the building was so thick, but nevertheless didn’t forgive them for making him hurt whenever he tripped on them.
Kai pushed Rei back until he hit the wall if the closet, but there was one teeny weenie problem. Why did it take so long to reach the end of it? When Rei did bump against the wall, he wondered why it felt weird. Rough rock, cold damp smell, something weird digging in his back that felt like…
“Kai-kun, why are there manacles attached to the walls? And why are the so low?”
Kai sweat-dropped, and reached out to turn on the switch. On the way there, the crawling hand felt a few objects he didn’t want to know the identity of, nor the very existence, but had no choice when he turned on the lights.
It was…
A sex room… Kai hurriedly covered Rei’s eyes with the 23rd cloth (he first found a black silk thong, then a blue silk thong, pink fluffy handcuffs which, btw, were NOT cloth.., oh lookie here, an orange G-string, neon green Speedos, a smelly old sock okay, wtFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU was THAT doing here, and so forth and so on…), he could find, after carefully telling Rei not to look because Drigger would be mad (no shit…),namely the only one-coloured eye-binder there was (some others had… ‘inappropriate’… prints on them…), took his hand, and dragged him outside for dinner. Hey, he may have looked through 23 different CLOTHS, but there were a lot more different things over there… like dildos (-Rei- Kai kun, this funny stick thingy looks like my wee-wee… and it’s shaking and moving all over the place… maybe it’s cold? Oooh! Look, a kitty tail! Can I have one! –Kai- -blush—nosebleed-), ball gags (-Rei- Kai kun look, a necklace!), the various assortment of lube (-Rei- oooo Kai kun, look, there is so much lotion! Can I have the apple one?), whips (Kai kun, is this the same like the tail?), another type of dildos (Oooo Kai kun, look, a banana! Can I have one?), some body spread food (Mmmh Kai kun the chocolate syrup is yummy! -chocolate dribbles from mouth-), and I bet you guys and gals can use your imagination for everything else!
Once in front of Dining # 14, Kai screeched into a halt, Rei bumping behind him. Kai wanted to explode! The writing was minuscule, even a Lilliputian would have a hard fucking time reading that fuck! Well, at least his ass of a grampa had the gall to put glasses next to the note. It read:
My très cher petit fils,
Would you kindly make way to the Dining Hall # 21, we will be having our evening meal over there.
If you would be so honourable as to make a detour to your chambers and wear the presented articles on your sleeping furniture, I suggest you clothe yourselves with them as fast as possible, and join Moi.
Merci beaucoup,
I shall see you at the dinner table.
Later, they all went to Dining Hall # 21. it was very huge, very luxurious, and practically a copy-clone of the Versailles Ball room with an added table in the middle. They all grouped up to one side, shielding Rei from Mariah, who was placed on the other side of the table. Ever seen the palace of Versailles? The Ball room? The table is nearly as long, shorter by a few feet. You’d need binoculars to see and two mega phones to communicate with one another.
They were all dressed in French 18th century style, with huge gowns and stockings and laces that put into question every one’s and every thing’s sexuality. Well, at least here we know that most of them are gay, so no biggie.
Voltaire, dressed as the decapitated (but he’s not head-deprived! … well, physically…) king Louis XVI, stood up, raised a glass, and chinked on it three times with a silver knife to get every ones attention.
“Mesdemoiselles, Messieurs, I must now reveal to you news that I have been discreeting (1) from all of thee, I profoundly hope you will have the necessary organ (2) to forgive my misacting. I have required the aiding of another persona, and have therefore recruited a young man who seemed rather enthusiastic about executing some rusty-paid labour. Please welcome him. Monsieur, if you will please enter and grace us with your presence…?
The door opened, only to reveal…
“KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI-KUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
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(1)(2) felt like utilising a tad of the infinitely nerve-bulldozer-ing vocabulary I use with my friends to annoy them sometimes. :9
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Three guesses who that is! I know! And now, REVIEW! You must feel honoured that I spend my yaoi reading&drawing time disgracing myself with a broken key board belonging to my brother! cries OH the FEAR! THE PAIN! Buhuhuhuhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…
And if there are any flames, then please, GO FISHING OR SOMETHIGN!!! So. Anything too harsh and straightforward WILL FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND *cough**choke* be ignored, but anything pseudo-sophisticated and ridiculously expressed will be read, praised and taken into consideration.
SO ON TO WHAT YOU WILL UNDERSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!!! And that is my Kitty In The Middle # 12. ENJOY!!!
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Chapter XII: A Closet with WHAT in it??!
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The next few months were hell. Well, at least for Tala they were.
Kenny found that having a mate with the same tastes might be trouble (they would fight for the biggest cream-cheese and strawberry sauce covered steak; ew, and that would not be nice, and not to mention, opposites attract, right?), so he went to Bryan, and they seemed to get along rather well (for the fact that they have a lover’s quarrel every two minutes and kiss make up faster than that -ooo bad Bryan (spanks) bad influence on Kenny-, and that Kenny is a blanket hogger, and Bryan drinks out of the carton) and dumped Tala (in the pond hahaha).
So, having to be fished out of the pond in 2 in the morning, he stomped, soaked and weed-full, into the palace, and tripped over a bumble of cloth, only to land face first on… max.
Or should I say ‘lips first’? Because that was what happened; his faced was (nearly squashed) on Max's, lips (squashed as well) touching Max's, his elbows bent up so that his palms lay flat on the floor, on both sides of Max’s head, their bodies aligning almost perfectly: a near perfect sight, sweet, if it weren’t for the fact that Tala had been sweating like hell. Oh look, the rug is wet with pond water –and- sweat… I wonder why… -gets pummelled by Tala-
Tala’s twitching reached critical state when he felt an evil aura coming from above him.
“Taaaaaaaaaaaaaalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…”
Oh great, just what he needed. A sleep-deprived Drigger, escaping from his Duo, seeping fury, catching him on a new Pet that, although he isn’t Minor anymore, still looked like one.
After the war cry, I will let you imagine what Tala had to go through.
Oh, life was cruel to him…
Elsewhere, Bryan and Kenny were happily sharing an ice cream, sharing one spoon, and sharing practically the same thoughts. You know, ‘he’s hot, he’s cute, I could kiss him, after the ice cream of course’. They seemed to be the only couple that was officially together. Oh, wait, they are.
So, THAT’S why every one else was dragging their weight like one would drag a struggling Mariah to the basement (the only way to keep her from breaking loose is to chains, rope, blindfold, plastic bag, electro shock, morphine, anesthetise her. 12 times). Well, all except Rei and Kai: Rei was just too happy to be in kai’s arms, and Kai was happy holding him; until is junior thought it was time to show up, and then he joined the others in their Dooms March. But only then!
Well, one thing he could look forward to was Rei’s turn to majority. Rei has been there for a few months now, and according to Drigger, he was nearing that day. So THAT was why he was emitting a honeyed smell… (Actually Rei was sending off pheromones for his mate to smell, that only his mate can smell, but you didn’t hear that from me! (Drigger) what did you say? (Moi) AAAAA! (runs off for safety))
Well, while every one was on their Dooms March, he and Rei were cuddling on a couch. They just escaped the furious notorious obnoxious Mariah, and actually had more than 2 minutes of rest. They were here for 3 hours actually… 2/3 hours of peace… now it’s getting suspicious... oh well, maybe she ga--
“REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIII!”
--ve up. Spoke too soon… so much for those 2/3 hours…Well, what to do? Easy! 1) grab Rei’s hand 2) run off someplace where she might not find us and 3) rest and cuddle and enjoy her absence. Again…
But they didn’t do that. Why? Because judging by the insupportable voice that exceeded 200 decibel, she was five feet from the door. So Kai could proceed with 1), but unfortunately, the Thing could move over 180 miles an hour, so he only had time to do 1) and ram Rei and himself into the closet of the room. No, not in that way, Rei is still too young; a few months short, but patience is a virtue ((Kai) –bonks- you? Virtuous? Ha! (Moi) buhuhuuu…).
Mariah stormed in the room, her screeching now surpassing the 200 decibel and Kai was never so thankful that all the wooden furniture in the building was so thick, but nevertheless didn’t forgive them for making him hurt whenever he tripped on them.
Kai pushed Rei back until he hit the wall if the closet, but there was one teeny weenie problem. Why did it take so long to reach the end of it? When Rei did bump against the wall, he wondered why it felt weird. Rough rock, cold damp smell, something weird digging in his back that felt like…
“Kai-kun, why are there manacles attached to the walls? And why are the so low?”
Kai sweat-dropped, and reached out to turn on the switch. On the way there, the crawling hand felt a few objects he didn’t want to know the identity of, nor the very existence, but had no choice when he turned on the lights.
It was…
A sex room… Kai hurriedly covered Rei’s eyes with the 23rd cloth (he first found a black silk thong, then a blue silk thong, pink fluffy handcuffs which, btw, were NOT cloth.., oh lookie here, an orange G-string, neon green Speedos, a smelly old sock okay, wtFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU was THAT doing here, and so forth and so on…), he could find, after carefully telling Rei not to look because Drigger would be mad (no shit…),namely the only one-coloured eye-binder there was (some others had… ‘inappropriate’… prints on them…), took his hand, and dragged him outside for dinner. Hey, he may have looked through 23 different CLOTHS, but there were a lot more different things over there… like dildos (-Rei- Kai kun, this funny stick thingy looks like my wee-wee… and it’s shaking and moving all over the place… maybe it’s cold? Oooh! Look, a kitty tail! Can I have one! –Kai- -blush—nosebleed-), ball gags (-Rei- Kai kun look, a necklace!), the various assortment of lube (-Rei- oooo Kai kun, look, there is so much lotion! Can I have the apple one?), whips (Kai kun, is this the same like the tail?), another type of dildos (Oooo Kai kun, look, a banana! Can I have one?), some body spread food (Mmmh Kai kun the chocolate syrup is yummy! -chocolate dribbles from mouth-), and I bet you guys and gals can use your imagination for everything else!
Once in front of Dining # 14, Kai screeched into a halt, Rei bumping behind him. Kai wanted to explode! The writing was minuscule, even a Lilliputian would have a hard fucking time reading that fuck! Well, at least his ass of a grampa had the gall to put glasses next to the note. It read:
My très cher petit fils,
Would you kindly make way to the Dining Hall # 21, we will be having our evening meal over there.
If you would be so honourable as to make a detour to your chambers and wear the presented articles on your sleeping furniture, I suggest you clothe yourselves with them as fast as possible, and join Moi.
Merci beaucoup,
I shall see you at the dinner table.
Later, they all went to Dining Hall # 21. it was very huge, very luxurious, and practically a copy-clone of the Versailles Ball room with an added table in the middle. They all grouped up to one side, shielding Rei from Mariah, who was placed on the other side of the table. Ever seen the palace of Versailles? The Ball room? The table is nearly as long, shorter by a few feet. You’d need binoculars to see and two mega phones to communicate with one another.
They were all dressed in French 18th century style, with huge gowns and stockings and laces that put into question every one’s and every thing’s sexuality. Well, at least here we know that most of them are gay, so no biggie.
Voltaire, dressed as the decapitated (but he’s not head-deprived! … well, physically…) king Louis XVI, stood up, raised a glass, and chinked on it three times with a silver knife to get every ones attention.
“Mesdemoiselles, Messieurs, I must now reveal to you news that I have been discreeting (1) from all of thee, I profoundly hope you will have the necessary organ (2) to forgive my misacting. I have required the aiding of another persona, and have therefore recruited a young man who seemed rather enthusiastic about executing some rusty-paid labour. Please welcome him. Monsieur, if you will please enter and grace us with your presence…?
The door opened, only to reveal…
“KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI-KUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
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(1)(2) felt like utilising a tad of the infinitely nerve-bulldozer-ing vocabulary I use with my friends to annoy them sometimes. :9
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Three guesses who that is! I know! And now, REVIEW! You must feel honoured that I spend my yaoi reading&drawing time disgracing myself with a broken key board belonging to my brother! cries OH the FEAR! THE PAIN! Buhuhuhuhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…
And if there are any flames, then please, GO FISHING OR SOMETHIGN!!! So. Anything too harsh and straightforward WILL FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND *cough**choke* be ignored, but anything pseudo-sophisticated and ridiculously expressed will be read, praised and taken into consideration.