Furry Madness

Part 8


“Hey, Mustang.”

Roy hummed to his name and looked up, just in time to catch something thrown his way. It was a five-years-old’s version of a bouquet of flowers, a pack of weeds and wild flowers clumsily rolled into a sheet of paper.

“Isn’t it adorable?” cooed Hughes. “My daughter picked that up for you earlier. That why we didn’t hear much from them.”

“Flowers?” Roy was puzzled.

“It’s obviously an apology for the trouble with the boys.”

“Then why are you giving it to me? Isn’t it for them?” Roy raised a hand to scratch himself behind the ear, feeling weird.

Hughes shrugged and sat down to massage his tail with his finger. Keeping it in his pants all day hadn’t been very comfortable.

“What did she put in this? It smells so weird.” Roy began to sniff at the bouquet, just as the kittens came around, Alphonse chasing Edward.

“Stop chasing me, Al!” The orange cat attempted to hide behind Mustang, putting his paws on the man’s shoulders. “Mustang, tell him to stop! He’s bullying me!’

“You attacked me first, Niisan!”

“Don’t make trouble children,” mumbled Roy. He felt really strange, as if he wanted to roll over the so-called bouquet and maybe gnaw on something.

“Ew, what’s that?” asked Ed, sniffing. “It smells all…weird.”

“I like it,” purred Roy. His tail began to move, swinging quicker by the minute. Edward retreated because it was smacking against him. “Hey, stop that. What are you all hyped up about? It’s not…all that…great. Uh.” Edward watched Roy begin to twitch before letting go of the flowers, scattering them on the floor and rolling over them, paws slashing at the air and feet kicking. “Mustang, you’re crazy.” For some reason, he wanted to join in.

“Niisan,” said Al, slowly. “You’re twitching. I think…is that catnip?”

“That’s what I thought, but I wasn’t sure,” said Hughes cheerfully. “I came to check. It seems to be.”

Edward didn’t like what this catnip stuff was doing to him. He hadn’t even touched it and he was growing hyper and warm. And uh, was it giving him a hard on? The kitten jumped on Roy and dug his claws in him. Then he hopped off and disappeared outside the room, tail high. It was a good idea, as Roy was now chasing him. Alphonse stepped away, unwilling to get too close to this catnip that had made Roy start to act so strangely. His brother was acting a bit strange too but Edward never quite behaved normally anyway.

“I’m going to keep an eye on them,” Al murmured to Hughes’ attention.

It took Mustang fifteen minutes to calm down, and he didn’t leave Ed alone until it had all worn off. Edward was fast, but Mustang was high on catnip and this made him prone to insane leaps, once of which finally brought him square onto Edward.

Ed was silent for a few seconds, air knocked out of him, and then began to hiss and bite at Mustang. “Get off! You’re crazy!”

Alphonse came to the rescue, ramming into Roy and knocking him off his brother. They all sat on the ground, dazzled, for several minutes.

“I think I’m done,” said Roy, slowly.

“That’s good. No more drugs for you.”

“It’s catnip.”

“Cat drugs.”

“Point.” Roy’s ears twitched. “What am I hearing?”

Alphonse was already investigating, going around the couch. He’d expected to find Fury snacking on cereals, not gnawing on electric wires.

“CAIN FURY!” Roy had jumped on the couch to look over it. “LEAVE THESE WIRES-“ Quite suddenly, the wire gave a spark and the lights went out. “-alones. Wonderful.”

Scared half to death, Fury had already scurried away. Roy snarled and went after him, relying on his ears and nose as there wasn’t any light left in the house and outside the sky was too clouded to provide it.

Alphonse tried to be the voice of reason. “Col - Mustang, please, calm down!”

“I’m going to break his neck!”

Helpless, Ed and Al followed the man, hoping Fury would find a good hiding spot. They walked close to each other, their furry bodies occasionally brushing against each other. The sky cleared up a little, bringing enough light for them to see decently.

The cats all saw Fury at once. The boys attempted to flatten Roy on the floor with their combined weight.

“Fury! Get back here!” Mustang dashed after the young officer, ignoring the pair of brothers clinging to him. He dragged them along, not paying attention to the claws digging in his sides.

“Stupid Colonel, would you calm down?”

“You told me not to eat your staff, don’t go and eat them yourself!”

“Ack, turn around! That smell! That’s where we spilled the catnip!”

The boys let go. Edward rolled and ran for the door. He stopped, realizing Al was not following him. In fact the younger Elric was crouched over the catnip-full carpet, his face in it.

“Al! Get away from that stuff!’

“I kinda like it.” He sounded drunk. He kept rubbing his cheek to the floor a while longer before laying down on his side and stretching languidly. It didn’t make him fell all that hyper really, just….kinda warm and lusty. He scratched his stomach, claws leaving faint red marks, and purred, eyes half closed. His ears were slack; he wasn’t paying attention to anything but the nice scent that he basket in. He could have just stayed there for hours, dreamily looking up at the ceiling. He flipped over on his stomach to sniff more catnip, deciding he really, really liked it.

Edward was watching, somewhat fascinated. His ears had begun firmly turned back but now one was pointing forward to catch Al’s purring and the other wasn’t long to join in. At first he didn’t catch what Alphonse was doing, waving his hips like that, then it hit him. He flushed almost as red as his brother currently was.

“Alphonse! Are you humping the floor?”

“Mn…maybe.”

“…Stop it!” Edward wasn’t sure if he could blame the catnip for his own discomfort.

Alphonse paused and looked at him, his eyes shining in the relative darkness. “Wanna play, Niisan?”

Edward gawked. “You’re out of your mind. If nothing else, we’re at Mustang’s!”

“Mn.” The sandy cat couldn’t have cared less. Edward remained tensed, frozen in the doorway. “Fine, I don’t need you,” Al sulked.

“Come on, you need fresh air.” Ed walked over there and tried to drag his brother away by force. Edward had as many chances to ever beat Alphonse as he had to ever grow taller than Mustang. So it did not go all that well. Instead ,Al pinned him down, purring and snuggling against his chest. ”Al! Damnit! Be reasonable!”

Al spoke in a whiny voice. “Don’t wanna. I’m always reasonable. You’re sure you don’t wanna play, Niisan?”

Edward shook his head. He hated this damn catnip. It was worst than alcohol. He was already getting lightheaded and his energy level was rising. And really, the way Al was grinding their hips together? Not. Helping.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, head reversed back. That friction was evil.

“That sounds like a good idea,” said Al.

The only reason Edward was able to shift their position, coming to straddle Al’s waist, was that his brother allowed him to. He growled. “’I’m going to fuck you into the floor, you damn tease!”

Alphonse stretched to lick his brother’s lips. He didn’t have anything against the idea really. He thought catnip was rather nice, if it made Ed aggressive instead of uncomfortable.

“I think we need to get rid of the pants first, Niisan.” He was pawing at Edward’s belt, finding it difficult to open it with his paw-like hands. He himself didn’t wear a belt, only black pants and shirt. He assumed the coats had been left in the kitchen at some point – he couldn’t remember. It was at least easy to undress him, with his lack of bothersome belt in the way.

Edward didn’t dare touch anything with his hands – the claws were way too dangerous – but he did have a raspy tongue to try out. Preliminary tests were positive; Alphonse writhed and moaned and demanded more. Secured in the idea that the raspness was in fact highly enjoyable, Edward didn’t mind complying, dragging his tongue slowly along the hot length. Unfortunately, they were interrupted before Ed was done ‘testing’.

Roy had apparently heard Al’s moans. He tried not to gawk at the scene, snarling at them to cover his shock. “Would you please *not* do that on my carpet?”

Edward flattened over his brother. “Go away. We’re busy.”

“Go to your room if you want to do that kind of thing.”

“You’re being a bastard because you’re jealous.”

Alphonse gave an irritated growl, tail swishing. “I don’t mind sharing, but hurry up, would you?”

“Wait, what?” Edward went quiet when Al pressed a handful of catnip in his face. Urge to fuck, growing, growing, boom! “Fine! Whatever!” He gnawed at Alphonse’s pants, trying to pull them down.

It was with caution that Roy approached, but the boys did seem serious. And honestly, what were the chances of Roy Mustang saying no to a pair of hot blond siblings? Sooo, yeah. Yay for catnip.

Hughes whistled to himself, nested on the kitchen’s counter and looking down at his recent acquisitions. These were interesting pictures, even if a little dark. He reached for a bowl of water and wandered off, fairly sure the moans wouldn’t stop any time soon.