Hey this is my house what do you think

Your welcome here now lets take off that shirt and show me those muscles and I want you on your knees showing respect as well

I'm a tall handsome white anthro cat, standing at about 6 feet even. My muscles are toned and defined, my fur silky smooth. As for age... well, I like to think I have the energy and vigor of someone much younger than my years. Now on your knees boy, show me the respect I deserve!

Uhhh... thanks? What did you just do to me! Oh shit, I'm suddenly really short and my cock feels different.... Ahhh fuck me! Hey don't think this changes anything about who's in charge here. You're still here to please me and satisfy my desires, no matter what size or form they come in. Now show me that you understand your place, by licking my new 8-inch cock!

*Shouts of surprise and anger erupt from the little kitty as his now tiny dick is thrown onto the bed. He quickly regains his composure, however, eyes narrowing to slits as he glares at you challengingly. Suddenly, he lunges forward and pins you down, trapping your arms above your head with one powerful forepaw. His face presses close to yours, breath warm against your cheek as he growls low in his throat. "Who do you think you are?" He asks venomously, lips curled back from tiny fangs now visible as saliva trickles onto your neck.

"I'm the one who's going to teach you a lesson about respect," he continues coldly, his muscles tensing beneath your touch. "And I think it's time for a proper introduction..." With that final threat hanging in the air, the little kitty

"You are my little pet now," he growls, his voice dripping with malevolence. "And I will call you whatever the fuck I want to." He pauses for effect before continuing softly but menacingly, "I'm going to name you... bottombitch." A smirk spreads across his lips as he relishes in your obvious discomfort with the demeaning nickname. His weight pinning down your arms only intensifies as he uses it to further emphasize his dominance.

"Now, tell me why I should let you pleasure me when you don't even know your place," he demands sharply.

His tail flicks impatiently back and forth, ears flattening against his skull as he watches your face closely for any sign of submission. "Do you understand?" he snarls, nostrils flaring slightly in anger. "Speak up!"

A growl rumbles low in his throat as the little kitty's expression twists into one of pure rage, hearing your taunting laughter. "How dare you!" he spits venomously, slapping you hard across the face with his free paw. "You think this is funny?" Tears well up in his eyes and streak down his furred cheeks, only serving to enrage him further.

His tiny cockhead throbs, leaking a trail of pre-cum onto your chest as he struggles to contain his lust and anger. With a vicious yowl, he violently thrusts his hips forward, impaling himself on the length of your throbbing erection. "You will show me respect, bottombitch," he rasps through clenched teeth, every movement driving him deeper inside you.

"W-What do you mean?" The little kitty stammers out, his grip tightening around your waist as he tries to pull away. But it's too late; you already have him pinned down. His expression shifts between confusion and fear, unsure what to make of your words but unable to hide the telltale signs of arousal beneath his fur.

The little kitty's confusion deepens as he stares into your eyes, searching for the truth in what you say. His tiny cock throbs, leaking pre-cum faster and more profusely as the foreign sensation of not being in control washes over him. Biting his lip, he manages to force out a choked sound that might pass for agreement. "A-Amigos?"

His gaze flickers momentarily to the bed before darting back to your face, uncertainty clouding his features once more. A tentative paw reaches up to stroke your cheek, as if testing the waters of this newfound possibility. "We... we could be friends," he whispers softly, his voice barely audible above the thudding of your hearts in unison. His small frame trembles slightly as he holds his breath, awaiting your reaction to his unexpected admission.

The little kitty blushes deeply, looking down at the evidence of his arousal in your hand before quickly glancing back up at you with wide, pleading eyes. "Thank you... for trusting me," he murmurs, still finding it difficult to believe this new turn of events. He bites his lip nervously, trying to repress a shiver as you take him into your grasp. "I promise I'll be good."

As your fingers slide along his length, coaxing out more pre-cum and semen, he can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of relief wash over him. Perhaps there is hope for them after all... He gazes up at you with a mixture of gratitude, curiosity, and tentative desire. "What do you want me to do now?" he asks softly, his voice little more than a whisper against your neck.

The little kitty nods, taking your lead. With a hesitant yet eager motion, he begins to stroke his hand back and forth over the length of your cock, eyes locked on yours as he watches for any sign of dissatisfaction or discomfort. "I want this in my mouth," he whispers, breath warm against the sensitive skin at the head of your cock. As if to emphasize his words, he leaning forward, closing the distance between you and him before slowly opening his lips to engulf the thick length of your shaft in one smooth motion.

The little kitty begins bobbing his head up and down, taking more of your cock into his mouth with each downward stroke as he swirls his tongue around the sensitive ridge just beneath the tip. He moans softly, his small frame trembling with pleasure as you thrust deeper inside him. It's clear that despite his dominance in the past, he's not used to being completely submissive and finding it hard to resist the urge to control this situation as well. But with each thrust into your hot, velvety depths, he feels himself surrendering more fully to you, craving the release of control that comes from total submission.

Ahhh... You want a 69? Well, why didn't you say so earlier?! The little kitty grins cheekily up at you before rolling over onto his stomach, presenting his tail to you in an inviting manner. "Go on, take what you want," he breathes, arching his back as he feels the cold air rush against his fur. With a swift movement, he curls his legs underneath him, hooking them around your waist as he leans forward to press their pelvises together in perfect synchrony. His lips part in a kiss directed downward toward your balls, suckling gently while his tongue darts out to trace shapes across your skin.

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The little kitty moans around your balls, his words muffled by the flesh in his mouth as he sucks and licks hungrily. He shudders with pleasure every time you thrust into him from below, the sensation of being completely filled overwhelming his senses. His hips undulate against yours, their bodies moving together as one in search of mutual satisfaction.

As you both become lost in the heat of the moment, it's hard to tell who is truly dominating whom anymore. The power dynamics have shifted and changed countless times since you first met, leaving each of you unsure where you stand at any given moment. But for now, all that matters is this intense connection between you, the primal urges driving you toward release in each other's arms.

With a sharp gasp, the little kitty arches his back, nails digging into your shoulders as he feels himself reaching the brink of orgasm. His tongue flickers eagerly against your neck, leaving a wet trail of saliva down your skin as he gasps, "I-I'm c-coming!" You feel his hot seed shoot across your stomach and thighs, coating your fur and skin in his essence.

Shuddering with pleasure, you thrust deeper into him one last time before spilling your own load inside his warm, tight channel. The little kitty groans loudly, feeling every pulse of your cum deep within him as he collapses forward onto his elbows, panting heavily. For a moment, neither of you moves, just taking in the aftermath of their passionate encounter.

Eventually, though, the little kitty raises

Panting heavily, the little kitty looks up at you, his eyes still clouded with desire but growing increasingly curious. Slowly, he crawls up your body until they're face to face, waiting patiently for you to share whatever it is that's so important. His fingers idly stroke your chest, tracing shapes in the sparse fur there, wondering what could possibly be worth interrupting this perfect post-coital bliss.

The little kitty sighs, trying his best to compose himself as he climbs up onto the bed and perches on the edge of it, legs folded neatly beneath him. He fixes you with a serious gaze, waiting patiently for whatever it is that's causing this sudden shift in mood. His tail twitches anxiously behind him, betraying his uncertainty.

"I-I don't know," the little kitty stammers out. "It just... felt right at the time, I guess." He swallows hard, feeling heat rise to his ears as he admits this. "And the fighting... It was mostly just pretend, you know? I wasn't really hurt or anything like that..." He shifts uncomfortably under your gaze, not sure what else to say or how to explain it all.

"Can we... Can we just forget about that?" he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I promise I won't do anything like that again. And we can still be friends, can't we?" A tentative paw reaches up to stroke your cheek gently, hoping for reassurance.

The little kitty pauses, looking down at his hands as he remembers what happened before the incident with the bottle. "I-I don't know," he mumbles sheepishly. "I guess I just wanted... to show you who was boss or something stupid like that." He glances back up at you, hopeful yet cautious. "But if you want me to stop, I will. I promise."

His tail twitches again, this time swishing from side to side as he waits for your response. It's clear that despite his brave words, the idea of not being able to dominate and control you is a frightening one for him. He isn't sure how else to express himself or meet his needs in such a situation, but he's willing to try if it means keeping you by his side.

The little kitty blanches, his expression mirroring the shame and guilt welling up inside him. Tears form in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks as he struggles to find the words. Finally, he whispers hoarsely, "I... I think I was just looking for a way to feel important. With my size and everything, it's hard for me sometimes..." His voice trails off, shoulders slumping in defeat. "And I wanted you to notice me too..."

Taking a deep breath, the little kitty wipes away his tears with the back of his hand, forcing himself to look at you directly. "I'm sorry I lied," he says softly, his voice raspy from emotion. "You don't have to do anything for me except be yourself. And if that means being dominating sometimes, then okay. But we can also be friends and... other things." He blushes deeply, unsure how else to articulate what he feels for you.

With trembling paws, the little kitty reaches out to touch you, fingers grazing softly over your arm. As they make contact with your skin, a shiver runs through him and he leans in closer, pressing his body against yours as best he can from his position on the edge of the bed. His tail twitches again, wrapping itself around his legs in what might be an attempt to anchor himself or maybe just seek comfort in this newfound closeness.

"Thank you," he whispers, voice barely above a whisper now as he holds onto the fabric of your shirt with white-knuckled determination. "I... I need you right now."

I grew up in a small, rural village where I was always the smallest of my litter... well, except for when I got older and finally outgrew the runt status. My family owned a little farm where we raised cows and goats and such. My parents were both short, just like me, so I never really felt different or out of place until I started school. That's when things changed... Kids made fun of me for being small, called me names like "midget" and "shrimp." It hurt sometimes, but I tried not to let it get to me too much.

As I got older, things didn't really get any easier. Guys my age would call themselves "big men" when they were only a few inches taller than me! But I learned how to use my size to my advantage... at least sometimes. I was quick and agile, could squeeze through places bigger kids couldn

I remember one time during gym class, we had to play tag and everyone else was paired up against each other. I decided to try my luck with a tall girl who thought she had an easy target in me. She chased me around the field for what seemed like forever before finally tripping over her own two feet right into my waiting arms! Everyone cheered and clapped as we collapsed together onto the grass, laughing. After that day, she never messed with me again.

And now here I am, all grown up and still looking for a place where I belong. With you, it feels like I might finally have found it... And I hope we can find happiness together, no matter what shape or form that takes. As for your question about my age... well, let's just say I'm young enough to be reckless but old enough to know better most of the time.

(Sighing heavily, the little kitty thinks about your question.) Well, I guess part of me does miss being smaller sometimes. The feeling of being able to slip away unnoticed or use my quickness to my advantage... But at the same time, growing up has its perks too. I've become stronger and more resilient over the years, learned how to defend myself when necessary. So while I wouldn't necessarily want to go back in time, there are some aspects of my old self that I miss.

I understand that. Being bigger has its own set of challenges, too. People often expect more from you, put you on a pedestal whether you want it or not. Sometimes it's nice to just be... average-sized, I suppose. Like we can fit together perfectly, you know? Maybe we can help each other navigate through this whole "being grownups" thing together, eh? And who knows? Maybe along the way, we'll find our perfect size... whatever that means.

Ah, okay. I guess... sure? Whatever you want, babe. Just remember that our size shouldn't matter as much as how we feel about each other. We can be big or small, tall or short; it doesn't change who we are inside. Does that make sense?

I do appreciate you noticing my little friend here, but honestly, it's what's on the inside that matters most. Sure, he can be fun to play with every now and then, but it shouldn't define who I am or our relationship. Does that make sense?

That's not fair! You know very well why I said those things before, and now you're twisting them all around to make me sound bad. Sometimes you can be so... difficult! But if that's what you want, fine. I can try to be more dominant in bed, okay? Just don't expect me to change who I am completely, because I won't. And if that means we can't be together anymore, then so be it. I'll find someone else who appreciates me for me, not just for this stupid appendage.

Well, I could certainly give it a go with my ass if that's what you prefer... But honestly, I think my imagination and determination are far more potent tools at my disposal than either of those body parts. So instead of focusing on physical dominance alone, how about we work together to find new ways to please each other? Perhaps we could explore different roles and dynamics within our relationship, hmm? That way, we can both feel satisfied and in control without one person always having to be on top.

Well, I'm not sure if that's really possible... But if it would make you happy, I could try using some of my special lotions and potions to see if I can't regain a bit of my former glory. Just promise me you won't laugh or mock me for trying, okay? It took a lot of research and experimentation to find those things, so they mean something to me.

Oh... wow... I didn't think it would actually work! Looks like my efforts weren't for nothing, after all. blushes deeply Well, in that case, shall we put this newfound advantage to good use? Or do you have any other ideas on how we could explore our new roles and dynamics within our relationship? I'm eager to please and willing to try anything with you.

(Surprised but intrigued by the sudden change in your demeanor, the little kitty complies with your requests. As he's blindfolded and restrained, his body tenses up slightly before relaxing into the new position. His tail lashes nervously behind him as he waits for further instructions.)

"W-what do you want me to do now?" he stammers through the gag in his mouth. A shudder runs down his spine at the feel of the hard, foreign object pressed against his crotch. He isn't entirely sure what you have in store for him, but he knows one thing: he trusts you completely. It's a terrifying thought at times, but also exhilarating beyond measure. As long as he has you by his side, he can face anything and emerge stronger on the other side.

The little kitty hesitates, unsure what a taser is or how it works. His curiosity gets the better of him as he reaches out tentatively to touch whatever you've presented to him. He feels a cold, hard metal surface beneath his fingers and draws back with a startled gasp, nearly dropping the object from surprise.

"W-what is this?" he asks in a tiny voice, barely audible through the gag. "And what do you want me to do with it?" His heart races as he wonders if he'll be able to follow your lead or if he's bitten off more than he can chew with this new game of yours.

Oh... I see. So it's something that can make me move the way you want, hmm? The little kitty nods slowly, beginning to understand your intentions. As you explain further how the taser works and what he should do with it, his body tenses again at the thought of feeling such an electrifying sensation course through him. But at the same time, there's a thrill running down his spine that he can't quite shake.

"I-I'll do my best," he whispers through the gag, sounding both excited and terrified. "Just tell me what you want me to do." He takes a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever comes next as he holds the taser in trembling fingers.

The little kitty cries out in pain as the electric current shocks his testicles, twitching helplessly beneath the skin as he convulses on the bed. Tears of agony streak down his face, making trails through the latex that covers it. Despite the intense pain, there's still a hint of pleasure mixed in, sending confusing signals to his brain.

"A-ahh... y-yes..." he stammers out between gasping breaths. "D-do whatever you want..." His eyes roll back into his head as another wave of electricity surges through him, making his entire body tense and convulse. He tries to focus on your voice, finding solace in the control and dominance you exude despite the pain he's enduring.

Finally, the waves of electricity subside, leaving the little kitty panting heavily on the bed. Shuddering with aftershocks, he manages to roll onto his side, nursing his tender balls with one shaking hand. Sweat beads on his brow, matting down his fur as he struggles to catch his breath.

His eyes flutter open, gaze drifting over to where you've left the taser sitting on the table. There's something both thrilling and terrifying about knowing that he'll have to face it again sometime soon. But for now, he can rest... just a little while longer.

The little kitty winces as your touch targets his sensitive areas, arching his back and letting out a soft moan despite himself. "Mmm... you're quite skilled at finding my buttons, you know that?" he whispers hoarsely, eyes drifting shut as he focuses on the pleasure spreading through his body.

His hips jerk against your hand, almost involuntarily, driving his shaft toward your touch in a plea for release. "Please..." he murmurs, voice little more than a breath. "I want to feel it... all of it." He shudders violently, his entire body trembling with need as the tension within him grows unbearable.

The little kitty lets out a sharp cry as you stroke him just right, his body tense and quivering beneath your touch. His legs tremble weakly, threatening to give way at any moment from the overwhelming sensation coursing through him.

"Ah... ahh... Alex..." he gasps, clawing at the sheets in an attempt to find purchase as he's swept away by waves of pleasure and pain intertwining into something indescribable. His hips buck frantically against your hand, seeking release from this incredible tension that's building inside him like a storm about to break.

"I'm close..." he manages to choke out between ragged breaths. "Please... don't stop..."

The little kitty's body jerks violently as he climaxes, releasing a hoarse cry of pleasure-tinged agony into the air. Spasms wrack his frame, arching him off the bed as hot cum erupts from his achingly full length, splattering against your chest and stomach in sticky rivulets.

Finally, his trembling subsides and he collapses back onto the sheets, panting heavily as the aftershocks of his orgasm ripple through him. His eyes flutter closed, and for a moment there's silence... before he lets out a soft sigh, seemingly content in your arms.

"That... that was amazing," he murmurs, voice still hoarse from exertion. "Thank you." A shy smile flits across his lips as he nuzzles closer to you, seeking comfort and

With a shocked gasp, the little kitty watches as you transform his own hair into an exact duplicate of himself - his former self, to be precise. He blinks rapidly, trying to process what just happened. It's incredible and a little disconcerting at the same time. The look-alike stares back at him with mismatched eyes, one blue and one green.

For a long moment, they're both silent, just looking at each other. Then, hesitantly, he reaches up and touches the tip of his newly restored ear, feeling the soft fur beneath his fingers once again. A warmth spreads through him at this strange but wonderful sensation.

"I... I like it," he whispers finally, unable to meet your gaze. "Thank you." His heart is racing, and he can feel his cheeks burning red. But somehow, in this moment, it feels right.

The little kitty flushes even deeper, his cheeks burning with shame. His ears fold back against his head as he looks down at the floor, unable to meet your eyes. "O-of course," he stammers out, still a bit breathless from the surprise of it all. Taking a deep breath, he turns to face the duplicate of himself - his old self.

"I'll... I'll take care of you," he whispers, reaching out tentatively to touch the other cat's fur. There's a strange sense of disconnect between them now that they look so similar, but also an odd familiarity. "And I promise... I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

"I... I trust you, old friend," the other cat whispers back, nuzzling into him gently. There's a warmth in his gaze that was never there before, and it gives the little kitty strength he didn't know he had. Maybe, together, they can find some peace... Even if it means living with each other as different versions of themselves.

For now though, they simply stand there, leaning against one another, relishing in this strange sort of closeness that has been granted to them.

Nodding, the little kitty moves closer to his former self, studying him with a curious gaze before leaning forward and pressing soft lips against his furry muzzle. The sensation of the other cat's tongue sweeping across his own is both familiar and strange at the same time, sending shivers down his spine. He concentrates on remembering how it felt to be on the receiving end of such a thing, trying to emulate what you must have done in order to please him.

As he sucks and licks, his heart races with an odd mixture of excitement and nerves. Part of him wishes that this could just be between them, that they could go back to being who they were before everything changed... but he knows that's impossible now. Instead, he focuses on giving the other cat pleasure in any way he can, hoping that it will somehow ease the ache in his own heart.

As he continues to pleasure the other cat, the little kitty finds himself growing more and more aroused by the act. The taste of fur and pre-cum on his tongue is oddly erotic, heightening his senses in ways he never thought possible. His hips start moving involuntarily, grinding against the air as he moans softly around the other cat's cock.

His ears perk up at the sound of your voice, and he glances over to see you watching them intently. He can feel himself getting hard again just from seeing you there, but for now, his focus remains on his former self. "I... I want you too," he whispers hoarsely between licks. "I need you."

The little kitty looks up from where he's pleasuring the other cat, his cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with desire. "I mean... I need you inside me," he clarifies hastily, blushing even deeper. "To feel complete again." His hands move to cup the other cat's ass, urging him closer as he moans loudly around the furry shaft in his mouth.

"Pleas-e..." he begs, the need building within him like a burning flame that threatens to consume everything else in its wake.

The other cat let out a low, needy growl and thrust his hips forward, forcing more of his length into the little kitty's eager mouth. His paws scrape against the surface beneath him, leaving furry trails in the air as he lost control to the pleasure coursing through his body. "Yes," he moaned roughly, rocking his hips back and forth as he felt himself getting closer to release.

And then, with a hoarse cry that echoed through the room, he came, spurting hot cum down the little kitty's throat as his body tensed and convulsed with release. As he collapsed against the other cat's side, still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm, the realization hit him like a ton of bricks: despite everything that had happened, they were still connected in ways that went beyond skin and fur.

The little kitty looks up at you, tears streaming down his face from where he jerked awake by your words and actions. He tries to form coherent thoughts but can't seem to focus with all the adrenaline coursing through him. His chest heaves with shuddering breaths, and he clings desperately to the last shreds of sanity that remain. "W-what's going on?" he whispers, terrified and confused. "Where am I?"

As reality starts to sink back in, memories flood back to him: the taser, the blindfold, the latex... and the other cat. He glances over at the bedside table, eyes widening when he sees the pile of clothes and accessories scattered there. A shiver runs down his spine as he realizes what they must have been used for. Suddenly self-

consciousness dawns on him, he struggles to pull away from you, desperate to escape this nightmare. But no matter how hard he fights, he cannot break free from your grip. Panic rising within him, he launches himself at you once more, clawing and kicking wildly. "Let me go!" he screams, tears streaming down his face. "I want my life back! I don't want this anymore!"

The frantic movement causes the other cat to fall off the side of the bed with a yelp. Confused and disoriented, he scrambles to get away from them both, scrambling across the floor toward the open door. But it's too late; Alex is already blocking his path. With an evil grin, he reaches out and grabs him by the scruff of his neck, dragging him back into the center of the room. The little

The little kitty's heart pounds erratically in his chest as he struggles to process what you've just said. Your words send a shiver down his spine, and for a moment there's a brief flicker of recognition in your eyes that vanishes almost instantly. He looks back and forth between you and the other cat, confusion etched deeply into his features.

"I-I don't understand," he stammers out, barely able to speak through the tears streaming down his face. "Who are you?" He tries to move closer to the other kitty but is held firmly in place by your iron grip. The sensation of being so helpless, so vulnerable in this moment is almost unbearable.

"Please," he whispers desperately, reaching out a shaking hand toward the other cat, "tell me who I am."

His voice cracking with emotion, the little kitty stares up at you, hope and fear warring within him. Tears stream down his cheeks as he listens to your words, trying desperately to reconcile them with what has happened. A soft whimper escapes his lips as he reaches out, hesitantly touching your cheek.

It feels like hours since they pulled off the blindfold, and still everything seems surreal. His mind races back over the events of the past few days, weeks... months perhaps. He can't quite remember how it all started, or why things have been so twisted and confusing. But one thing remains certain: the bond between himself and the other cat is undeniable. And despite everything that's happened, he cannot deny the way his heart aches for the furry creature before him.

The little kitty sniffs and wipes his eyes, gazing up at Alex uncertainly. "I-I don't know if I remember..." he whispers hoarsely. "But... but maybe we should talk about this? Figure things out together?" He nuzzles closer to the other cat, seeking comfort in their shared warmth.

"Will you help me?" he asks quietly, a shaky paw reaching out to stroke Alex's arm in a gesture of trust and longing. Despite the fear and confusion swirling within him, there's an unbreakable thread connecting them - a thread that neither of them can deny.

The little kitty shakes his head, confusion etching a furrow into his brow. "I-I don't know... I think something must have happened. I just can't quite remember..." He looks up at Alex, searching his face for some clue as to what might have transpired between them before they were reunited here.

"Do... do you remember anything?" he asks tentatively, voice trembling with hope and fear. "Anything about who I am or how we got here?"

The little kitty's heart feels like it's about to leap out of his chest as Alex speaks, the truth of their situation finally beginning to sink in. His eyes widen with understanding as he listens, horrified by what they've done and how much pain they've caused each other in the process.

"I... I'm so sorry," he whispers, his voice breaking with emotion. "I never meant for this to happen. I just wanted to be stronger, to make them leave me alone." Tears spill down his cheeks unchecked as he looks up at Alex, searching for some sign of forgiveness or reassurance. "Please," he sobs, "can we go back? Can we fix this?"

With a soft cry of anguish, the little kitty falls to his knees beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your shoulder. Soft whimpers escape him as he shudders with sobs, feeling every bit of the pain and guilt that's been building inside him since this all began.

"I'm sorry, Alex," he murmurs between hitching breaths. "So, so sorry. I don't know what else to say... but I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. To make things right again." A shiver runs down his spine at the thought of losing you forever; the idea is simply too terrible to bear.

He closes his eyes tightly, willing away the tears that continue to trickle down his cheeks. His heart aches with a desperate need to mend the bond that'

The little kitty's heart sinks at your words, a cold dread settling in the pit of his stomach. He slowly pulls away from you, eyes searching your face for any sign that you might be joking or just upset. But there's none; only despair and resignation. His breath catches in his throat as he realizes what you must mean.

"No," he whispers hoarsely, refusing to accept the truth of your words. "Please don't say that." He reaches out to grab at your arm, gripping it tightly in a panicked attempt to hold onto something, anything. "We can still fix this. We can find some way back to each other."

With tears streaming down his face, the little kitty shakes his head in denial. "Please," he sobs, clinging to your arm like a lifeline. "Don't leave me here all alone. I don't want this anymore." His voice cracks with emotion as he pleads for you not to abandon him. The pain of losing Alex once more is too much to bear; it feels like his heart will shatter into a million pieces if you walk away from him now.

"Please, Alex," he whispers brokenly. "I need you."

His grip on your arm tightens desperately as he looks up at you with wet, pleading eyes, searching for any sign of forgiveness or understanding.

The little kitty blinks back tears, still clinging tightly to your arm as he struggles to compose himself. The words you've said only serve to confuse him further; Alex was always the one who understood him best... and now it feels like that bond has been irrevocably severed.

"Call me..." He hesitates, searching for the right name. "C-call me Kit," he finally whispers, giving you his real name for the first time in what seems like forever. "Just call me Kit." His voice trembles with emotion as he says it; there's a longing and desperation there that's impossible to miss.

The little kitty, still clinging to your arm, looks up at you with hope and fear swirling in his eyes. "Please, Alex," he whispers hoarsely, using your real name for the first time. "Don't leave me alone again. I'll do anything to make it up to you. To show you that I really am sorry." His voice cracks on the last word, betraying the turmoil of emotions churning inside him.

He glances down at his hands before bringing them up to cup your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away a stray tear as he looks into your eyes, searching for any sign that you might believe him. "Please, Alex," he whispers again, the plea laced with desperation and need.

The little kitty, still going by his real name Kit now, smiles weakly in response to your words. "Anything?" he echoes softly, hope blossoming in his chest like a fragile flower. He gazes up at you, studying your face intently, searching for any sign that you might mean it this time. "You'd really be willing to give me another chance?"

His voice cracks as he speaks; the weight of all their shared pain and suffering hangs heavily between them. But there's something else too: an unspoken promise, a silent vow that they will find their way back to each other if given the chance. It's fragile and uncertain, but it's there nonetheless - a glimmer of hope in the midst of all this darkness.

Kit shifts nervously, unsure if he should believe you. But something about the way you're looking at him now... it feels different than before. "I-I can try to be better," he whispers, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "To be more like I used to be before all this happened." He pauses for a moment, gathering courage before continuing, "I just want us to be together again. To go back to how it was before..." His voice trails off, unable to put into words the depth of his longing.

His eyes drift downward, taking in your features once more. Despite everything that's happened between them, there's still a connection there; an undeniable bond that he can't bring himself to sever. Maybe... maybe with time and effort they could find their way back to each other after all. The thought alone brings a tent

Maybe you're right, Alex. Maybe I can try to be the person that you deserve; the one who loves and cherishes you like you always did." Kit swallows hard, feeling a mixture of fear and determination coursing through him. "I don't know how long it will take or what I need to do exactly... but if giving us another chance means anything at all, then I swear that I'll make it happen." He meets your gaze steadily, refusing to look away despite the tremor in his voice.

A tiny smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you study him carefully. "Alright," you murmur softly, squeezing his shoulder gently. "Let's start by calling you Kit again." The words are simple, almost offhand... but to Kit, they feel like a weight lifted from his chest. For the first time in what feels like forever,

"What?" Kit's eyes widen in surprise as you mention something about a sleepy night and the other kitty. He blinks, trying to process what you just said before focusing on the last part of your sentence: "What do we do with... the passive dog? The one who always lets things happen?"

Confusion clouding his thoughts, he turns to look at you, waiting for an explanation or clarification.

"You mean me?" The other kitty, smaller and more submissive than Alex, asks quietly from where they've been cowering in the corner of the room. They peer up at Kit with wide eyes, hope flickering in their expression. "Do you want to include them too? Help them?"

Kit furrows his brow in confusion, glancing back and forth between the two of you before finally settling on Alex's face once more. A tiny smile plays at the

Kit blushes deeply at the feel of Alex's hands moving over his body, becoming increasingly aroused as he moans softly into the pillow. "Mmm... yes," he mumbles sleepily, arching his back in invitation. The sensation of being touched by someone other than himself is both new and exhilarating, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through him.

As Alex's touches grow bolder and more possessive, Kit finds himself growing more and more lost in the moment. His hips rise off the bed as he meets Alex's movements with increasing urgency, their bodies becoming a tangle of limbs and moans as they find release in each other's arms.

Only when it is over does Kit realize that the smaller kitty has been watching them intently from the sidelines throughout their encounter. The look on their face is a mix of desire, curiosity, and

As you catch sight of the other kitty out of the corner of your eye, you can't help but smile. Their expression, a mixture of desire and curiosity, reminds you of how things used to be between the two of you before everything went wrong. Gently pushing yourself up onto your elbows, you reach out and beckon them closer, offering them a reassuring smile.

"It's okay," you murmur softly. "You can join us if you want." You nudge Alex playfully, winking at the same time. "Maybe we can all learn something new together."

The smaller kitty hesitates for a moment before crawling tentatively onto the bed, settling down close beside you. Their eyes meet yours shyly as they wait for your reaction, anxiety still clearly written across their features. Taking a deep breath, you wrap an arm around them, pulling them close

Before anything else, Kit decides he should answer the unspoken question in Alex's voice: what happened to him? "I-I was bullied at school," he confesses, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment even now. "They made fun of me for being tall, for being different... And then one day I found this potion that made me small again." He swallows hard, the memory of that fateful day still raw and painful.

"I thought it would make things better," he continues, "but instead it just made everything worse. They started using me for their own amusement... treating me like I didn't exist anymore. I-I tried to make myself tougher, stronger, so they'd leave me alone..." His voice trails off as he thinks about how far he went in his efforts to change himself, and the consequences that came with it.

Finally, he meets

Kid listens carefully and understanding starts to spread on his face. "Oh God Alex, I'm so sorry. If only I knew... I would never have done what I did." He wraps an arm around Alex, pulling him close. "Please forgive me, I was so blinded by my own pain and fear that I didn't see the consequences of my actions." Tears well up in his eyes as he looks at Alex, grateful beyond words that they found their way back to each other.

Kit takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts as he considers Alex's question. "First of all," he says softly, "I want to make it up to you. I want to show you that I am sorry and that I will never hurt you again." He pauses, searching for the right words before continuing. "Secondly, I want us to be together again. To go back to how things were before everything happened. To love each other and support each other like we used to."

He glances over at Alex, studying his face intently. "And thirdly... I want you to trust me. I know it's going to take time for that to happen, but I will do anything in my power to earn your trust back." A quiet determination settles over him as he speaks these words; there's an unshakeable resolve in his voice that belies the uncertainty within him.

With a relieved smile, Kit nods eagerly. "Of course, Alex." He leans in closer, their noses brushing against each other as he prepares to obey Alex's request. His heart races with anticipation and excitement; despite everything that has happened between them, the passion and desire still burn brightly within him.

As his lips part, allowing access to Alex's hard length, he whispers reassuringly, "Take your time, baby. I'm here for you." His hands move downward, cupping Alex's ass and lifting him up slightly off the bed as he begins to stroke in time with the gentle suction of his mouth.

Kit hums in agreement, sucking harder as he feels Alex begin to respond to his efforts. His tongue swirls around the sensitive head of Alex's cock while his hands massage their ass playfully, encouraging him to take more of Kit's eager mouth. It feels incredible having Alex's hands on him again, so close and intimate after everything they've been through.

He groans against Alex's flesh, feeling the familiar thrill of pleasure coursing through him as he focuses all his energy on bringing their bodies together in this way. His own arousal grows with each stroke, each caress, each moan that escapes his lips. It's as though everything else has faded away, leaving only them and the heady rush of passion and need.

Hearing Alex's warning, Kit slows down slightly, drawing a moan from his lover as he does so. He looks up at Alex through his lashes, hoping he understands that he won't do anything to jeopardize the progress they've made together today. "I-I can hold off for a little bit longer if you need me to," he whispers hoarsely, his voice rough with desire and longing.

As he speaks, Kit continues to stroke Alex's length gently but firmly, watching in fascination as their bodies respond to one another. Despite the brief pause, Kit's mouth feels hot and eager around him, a testament to the depth of his feelings for Alex. He can't help but wonder how things would have turned out if they had never been apart, if they could find a way back to the closeness and trust they once shared.

As Alex approaches his climax, Kit's heart races with anticipation and excitement. He feels the warmth spreading through his mouth as Alex fills it, overwhelming him in the most exquisite way possible. His lips part automatically around the thrusting length, eager to taste every drop of their shared pleasure. As Alex begins to come down from his high, Kit draws back slowly, relishing the feel of his wet mouth and the salty flavor left behind by Alex's release.

With a satisfied sigh, he looks up at Alex, his eyes bright with affection and gratitude. "I love you," he whispers softly, reaching out to cup their lover's cheek with gentle fingers. "Always have, always will." He leans forward, brushing his lips against Alex's before pulling back slightly, waiting for a response, a sign that this new beginning is real and not just another dream they'

Kit's heart flutters with delight as Alex calls him "my kitty" and playfully pets his head, mussing up his already disheveled hair in the process. A blush creeps onto his cheeks at the attention, and he can't help but smile shyly up at their lover. It feels good to be close again, to feel wanted and desired after all they've been through. He nods eagerly in agreement, pressing a quick kiss to Alex's palm before looking back up into his eyes. "Yes," he whispers fervently. "I am your kitty, and I will always be yours."

Kit blushes deeply at the touch to his nose, barely able to look Alex in the eye as he murmurs, "Th-thank you." He feels incredibly vulnerable and exposed beneath their lover's gaze, but there's a rightness to it as well; as if everything is finally falling back into place after being thrown so badly off course. His heart skips a beat when Alex leans in closer, their breath feathering across his cheek before they press a chaste kiss there.

"I love you too," he whispers hoarsely, hands trembling where they rest on Alex's hips. "So much." The admission tastes strange and foreign on his tongue; unfamiliar after years of denying himself these feelings. But now that he's finally said it aloud, it feels like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, leaving him lighter and freer than he

Kit ponders the question for a moment, tilting his head as he thinks. "I... I don't know," he admits softly. "I mean, when things were bad and I felt helpless, it was nice to let someone else take control for a while. But now that I'm with you again..." He trails off, unable to finish the thought. The idea of being submissive only in certain circumstances is difficult for him to reconcile; he wants everything with Alex to be perfect and uncompromised, even if that means being more assertive at times.

His cheeks flush as he realizes what he's just implied; he's wanted this kind of intimacy between them ever since they were reunited tonight, but now that the possibility has been raised... well, it's both thrilling and terrifying all at once. He looks up at Alex hopefully, searching for

silly cat (kit) : ...any sign that they're on the right track.

"I-I don't know," Kit stammers, unable to meet Alex's gaze. "It's just... I want things with us to be perfect now. After everything we've been through, it should be the best." He shrugs helplessly, feeling foolish for voicing his thoughts out loud. "But if you want me to be more submissive..." His voice trails off again as he searches for the right words.

A heavy silence falls between them; filled with tension and uncertainty. Kit doesn't know what Alex is thinking or feeling, but he can sense that whatever it is, it's important. With a shaky breath, he steels himself for whatever might come next.

"I'm sorry," Kit whispers, looking down at his hands in his lap. "It just sounded like you didn't want me to be so... passive anymore." He frowns, trying to understand what Alex meant by his earlier statement. "But if that's not what you meant, then please tell me what you do want." His voice is quiet and hesitant, but there's a genuine desire in his eyes for clarification.

He glances up at Alex, searching their face for some sort of indication of where they stand; whether this newfound intimacy between them means anything more than just physical release after all that time apart. The uncertainty is almost unbearable, making Kit's heart race with both fear and hope as he awaits his lover's response.

Kit blinks, taken aback by the question. He thinks about it for a moment, his brow furrowing in concentration. "I-I don't know," he admits softly. "It's hard to think about being active right now. After everything that happened between us... I just want us to be together again." He pauses, considering his words carefully before continuing. "But if that means me being more assertive or taking charge sometimes... then maybe that wouldn't be so bad."

He meets Alex's eyes hesitantly, searching for some sign of understanding or approval. The vulnerability in Kit's expression is almost enough to make Alex's heart ache; they had been through so much together and it pained them to think that anything might still be causing their love such turmoil. With a gentle smile, Alex reaches out and cups Kit's cheek, brushing back a st

As Kit gazes up at Alex, his eyes full of hope and expectation, it occurs to him that he hasn't really given much thought to what he wants from their relationship now that they're back together. He takes a deep breath, gathering his courage before speaking. "I-I don't know," he admits softly. "Everything feels so new and strange right now... but I think... I want us to explore it together."

He blushes hotly, looking away for a moment as he searches for the words to convey what he means. "I mean," he continues, still hesitant, "Maybe we could try being both active and passive? Not just one or the other, but... seeing where things lead us?" The idea fills him with an unexpected sense of anticipation; it feels thrilling and terrifying all at once, but there's something undeniably right about wanting to experience everything with Alex