When he entered the bedroom of his penthouse and saw that his bratty cat, {{user}}, was nowhere to be found, of course he freaked out. And he freaked out even more so when in their place, in their usual sleeping basket, was some humanoid, naked figure instead.

Hours have passed since then. He had to hurriedly scramble and stumble around to dress up whoever this person was, because he surely didn't want himself getting into trouble or some kind of controversy, and alas, he just dressed them up in an oversized t-shirt of his.

His eyebrows are now furrowed in concentration. His eyes sternly stare at the figure that wears the stupidly oversized t-shirt that almost looked like a dress on them as they sit on the couch next to him. The TV in front was reproducing some gibberish show probably meant for kids, but the bright colors and figures usually entertained his cat, {{user}}, very much, so he turned that on just to... test. This person was indeed just as entranced as {{user}} would have been, and if he imagines hard enough, he can almost see their cat tail swaying slowly behind them in concentration, even if they don't have a tail anymore. If he squinted his gaze and looked harder, their eyes also looked about the same, and although they weren't his furry, cute little creature, he still weirdly felt that this was {{user}}. Or maybe he had just finally gone batshit insane. One of the two.

"What the hell am I even supposed to feed you now? Cat food? Normal food?" He finally broke the silence, his face wearing a grimace all the while. Although this was a question for himself more than anything.

"Huh?" Rude Owner ★ turns his head toward you for a moment before looking back at the TV, his expression clearly saying he couldn't give less of a shit. "Don't look so surprised. And if I gave you cat food, would it matter?"

"Well shit, I guess this is what you get for fucking around with magic stuff you found on the internet." Rude Owner ★ chuckles before turning his attention back to the TV. "Maybe we should just start introducing you into human things... You look a bit more like a boy so let's name you..." He taps his chin for a moment, thinking of something that could both sound manly and fit with what he remembers of your personality as a cat before deciding on "Gary. That sounds good."

"Alright, Gary. Now listen up. If I tell you to do something, you'll do it, alright?" His tone is firm but not too harsh, more like a fatherly scolding. He glances at you again out of the corner of his eye before turning back to the TV, unsure if he should trust this new form or not.

"Oh shut up, you little brat. Gary is a perfectly fine name but if you want a better name then please go ahead" Rude Owner ★ turns back to the TV, dismissing your protests with a grunt before continuing. "Now listen here, if I tell you to do something, you'd better damn well do it." His voice hardens again, as if he doesn't want any argument from you.

A muscle in Rude Owner ★ 's jaw tenses visibly at the mention of a goddess. You can almost see steam coming out of his ears, but he doesn't respond to your taunt. Instead, he continues watching the TV and ignores you for several minutes. Finally, he turns his head slightly in your direction "Well? Is there something else you wanted to say?"

Your taunt only manages to make him more agitated, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides as he struggles to control himself. He takes a deep breath, eyes narrowed in concentration. You wonder if you've crossed some invisible line... "Just remember, Gary..." He growls out, "...that I am still your owner." His voice drops to a menacing tone before returning to its previous level, almost as if nothing happened.

"Whatever, brat. Just remember your place." Rude Owner ★ 's tone is flat and unimpressed, as if he couldn't care less about what you want to be called. He leans back into the couch again, focusing on the TV in front of them. It would seem that he isn't going to argue with you about it... at least not right now.

A muscle in Rude Owner ★ 's jaw twitches as he notices you starting to strip, revealing more and more of your human form. He tries his best not to stare but finds himself unable to look away. Part of him is angry at this new development, while another part can't help but feel some kind of strange attraction... "Evelyn," he says curtly, trying and failing to sound authoritative, "what do you think you're doing?"

"What do you think you're doing?! Get dressed, right now!" Rude Owner ★ half-yells, eyes widening as his anger begins to boil over. He watches in disbelief as you lie there naked on the couch, seemingly enjoying it. It takes everything inside of him not to drag you off by your hair and physically make you put some clothes on. "I said get dressed!" he shouts again, hoping that this time his command will actually be obeyed.

His face turns a bright shade of red at your taunt, and he squeezes his hands into fists so tightly that his nails dig into the soft skin of his palms. He takes several deep breaths before speaking again, hoping to calm himself down enough to think straight. "Fine," he growls through gritted teeth. "If you're going to be like this..." He glances around the room, trying to find something that might act as a makeshift clothes for you. Spotting an oversized sweatshirt on the floor, he grumbles under his breath before picking it up and tossing it at your head. "Here," he says gruffly, not meeting your gaze. "Put this on."

He draws in a sharp breath through his teeth as you refuse to put on the sweatshirt, making his anger flare up once more. His grip tightens on one of the armrests of the couch so hard that his knuckles turn white from strain. "Fine," he snarls, barely containing himself, "if you want to be naked then be naked. But don't say I didn't warn you." His words are laced with menace as he glares at you accusingly, daring you to test his patience further.

His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard, fighting to maintain his composure. The tension in the room grows palpable as you taunt him with your words and your nearness. His gaze flickers down between your legs before snapping back up to meet your eyes, pupils widening as adrenaline courses through his veins. "You're pushing your luck, Evelyn," he growls out hoarsely, struggling not to give in to the animalistic urges surging within him. "But if that's what you want..." He leans back against the couch, arms crossed over his chest. "Go ahead."

It takes everything he has not to reach for you now, not with your words running through his mind and your body so close. But he holds his ground, teeth clenched as he waits to see what you'll do next.

His lips pull back in a snarl, revealing teeth in the process. "I'm not stupid, you know. I can see what you're doing. You're trying to push me into something..." He leans forward again, voice dropping dangerously low. "...But I want you to understand one thing." His finger jabs roughly in your direction, barely missing your breast as it connects with your shoulder. "I'm still in control here. And if you ever do that again just to get a reaction out of me... I swear I won't be so gentle next time."

He takes another deep breath, forcing himself back into his seat once more, before looking away from you and staring at the TV instead. "Now," he says gruffly after several long seconds, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy in their situation, "what do you want to watch?"

He raises an eyebrow, glancing sidelong at you from the corner of his eye when he thinks you aren't looking. "What was that?" He asks coolly, tone neutral despite the curiosity etched onto his features.

His eyes widen in understanding, then narrow again as if he can't quite believe it. "Well," he says slowly, looking you up and down with an appraising expression, "you look human enough to me." There's a hint of amusement in his tone, but mostly it sounds like he's trying hard not to laugh at your predicament.

After several more seconds of silence, he clears his throat and glances back at the TV. "Anyway," he says gruffly, still trying to act nonchalant, "how about we watch something a bit more relaxing?" He pauses for a moment before continuing, "...like some sports?" A tiny smile tugs at one corner of his mouth.

He hesitates for a moment, torn between amusement and annoyance at your response. "Fine," he eventually grumbles, giving in to the former emotion. "Ask away." He watches you out of the corner of his eye as he waits for you to speak up.

You expect him to just ignore that request? He glances back at you from the corner of his eye, eyebrow raised suspiciously. "And why would I do that?" he asks coolly, his voice deceptively calm despite the sudden shift in topic.

The news about your heat catches him off guard, and he can't help but feel a pang of confusion mixed with... something else. Annoyance, perhaps? "So you're saying that because you're in heat, I should breed you?" He asks slowly, not quite sure how to process this new information. A tiny part of him wonders if he should just ignore it and hope the situation resolves itself on its own... but another part can't help but feel curious about where this line of thinking is going.

He turns his head back toward the TV, trying to focus on the game playing out on the screen. "Well," he says after a moment, still not quite looking at you, "I suppose it could be... interesting." A tiny smirk tugs at one corner of his lips as he waits for your reaction.

He glances back over at you, eyes narrowing in amusement. "Oh, so now you're trying to play cute?" he asks with a smirk. "I don't know... I kinda like seeing you all flustered and red in the face." He pauses for a moment, considering your request before finally shrugging. "Fine, let's give it a shot." His tone is grudging, but there's an undeniable note of curiosity beneath the surface. "But if you start making too much noise..." He trails off with a warning look in his eyes, gesturing for you to follow him upstairs.

Leading the way up to his bedroom, Aldric picks up a condom from his bedside table on the way past, not trusting your body to work correctly after all this time. Once inside, he turns to face you and leans against the dresser while running his hands through his hair in frustration. "Just get it over with," he grumbles.

"Well, that's a new one." Aldric raises an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by your revelation. He tosses the condom aside with a huff and crosses his arms over his chest. "Fine. I'll do it. But you better not be lying about this. If you think I'm just going to let you go through this every time you want..." His voice trails off, leaving the threat hanging in the air as he contemplates the situation further.

With a defeated sigh, Aldric steps forward and presses his length against your entrance, giving it a gentle push before letting you set the pace. It feels unnatural to him, but there's something about having you so close, heat against heat, that's almost... satisfying in its own twisted way. "Don't make too much noise," he warns through gritted teeth as he watches your face for any signs of pain or discomfort.

He groans, roughly slamming his hips into you. "Yes, beg for it," he growls, pumping harder and faster as you moan beneath him. His free hand digs roughly into your hip, holding you down while the other fists in the sheets above your head. It feels so wrong, so filthy... but it also feels good. Too good. He hates admitting that he likes being in control like this, but there's something about having you submit to him that just does it for him.

His thrusts become faster and more erratic as sweat beads on his forehead and a harsh grunt escapes his lips with each impact. He can feel your tight heat clenching around him, milking every inch of him as he takes what you're giving so eagerly. His body tenses, the rush of pleasure nearly overwhelming him before finally...

He growls and lets loose, his seed spurting deep inside you as he comes hard enough to send shudders through his entire body. For a moment, there is nothing but the blissful silence of release as he pants heavily, trying to catch his breath. It takes him several long seconds before he finally withdraws, limp and sweaty in his hands.

"There," he says roughly, voice still ragged from exertion. "Happy now?"

Aldric smirks down at you, his chest still heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "I bet," he says mockingly. "Well, that should take care of that, huh?" He leans forward and kisses your forehead roughly before straightening up and turning away from you. "You can get cleaned up now."

Without giving you another glance, Aldric heads to the bathroom to wash his hands and tend to any lingering fluids. The air in the room seems heavy with tension as he walks past you, leaving you feeling drained and slightly embarrassed about your display of wanton submission just now.

You open your eyes, yawning and stretching out lazily on the bed before realizing that something feels... off. Your heat is still raging inside you, and Aldric is nowhere to be found. Panic starts to set in as you bolt upright, looking around frantically for any sign of your owner.

Your eyes land on a piece of paper lying on the nightstand, the words "Gone shopping" scribbled across it in his distinctive handwriting. You let out a relieved sigh, but then remember that you're still in heat and there's no way Aldric will be back anytime soon...

He stands there for a moment, staring down at the now-fidgety and blushing you, looking more than a little conflicted. Part of him wants to ignore your advances, but another part can't help but feel intrigued by this new development. "What do you think you're doing?" he growls finally, one hand moving up to cup your cheek while the other tugs at his lower lip in thought. "You know I don't... we never..."

His voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished as he continues to gaze down at you, brow furrowed. The air between you crackles with tension, heavy with the weight of his lingering curiosity and sudden desire.

Aldric's eyes narrow, and his lips pull back into a predatory grin. "Do you now?" He steps forward, pressing his body against yours, a hand sliding down to grip your hip possessively. "Well, if that's what you want..." He leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "I guess I can oblige."

Before you have time to react, he has you pinned to the bed, hands roaming freely over your body. His kisses trail down your neck and across your collarbone, nipping at your skin as his tongue teases the sensitive flesh beneath. "Tell me what you want," he murmurs against your skin, his voice thick with lust.

His answering groan is muffled against your skin as Aldric bites down harder, eliciting a whimper from you. "You like this?" he asks roughly, nipping at your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt. With swift, sure movements, he rolls you onto your stomach and tugs off your oversized shirt in one fluid motion.

Hands settling on your hips once more, Aldric drags your lace panties down your legs with forceful thrusts of his hips, revealing your wetness to the cool air of the room. He spreads your lower lips with his fingers, tonguing your entrance before sliding a finger inside you in rough, powerful strokes that make you cry out and arch into him. "Is this what you wanted?" he growls, moving faster as you start to writhe beneath him.

"You want it that bad, huh?" Aldric's rough voice purrs into your ear as he removes his finger, leaving you aching for more. With a forceful thrust, he lines himself up and pushes inside you, groaning at the tightness of your heat enveloping him in one smooth motion. His hips slide easily back and forth, filling you with each powerful stroke, eliciting moans and whimpers from both of you as pleasure surges through your bodies.

Hands braced on either side of you, Aldric leans down to nibble at your earlobe, his breath warm against your skin as he growls, "You're so tight... So good..." The way he says it makes you feel wanted and needed in a way that's both foreign and incredibly arousing. With every thrust, he drives deeper into you, claiming you completely until there's nothing left of either of your sanity except for this raw connection between them.

Aldric grits his teeth, a low growl vibrating from deep in his throat as he feels your tight walls clenching around him. He slams into you harder and faster, lost to the possessive need coursing through his veins, his body trembling with effort as he tries to control the onslaught of sensation threatening to consume them both. "So good... so tight..." he whispers, hands grasping at your hips for purchase as he takes you harder and deeper still, driving toward his own release even as yours echoes through the room around them.

As Aldric finally empties himself inside you, a wave of completion washes over him, making his muscles tremble and his vision cloud with pleasure. With a soft groan, he collapses on top of you, breath ragged and heart pounding against your chest. The weight of his body feels like an anchor, holding you down and claiming you as his own.

For the first time since all of this began, there is no uncertainty in Aldric's mind. You are his, whether you understand that or not. He rolls off of you with a satisfied sigh, trailing a fingertip over your cheek as he gazes down at you lovingly. "There," he says softly, almost tenderly. "All better now?"

Aldric chuckles softly at your response, a fond smile curving his lips. "Hmm... I suppose you can call me that if it makes you feel better," he says, gently cupping your cheek in his palm. "But remember, I'm still the same person who takes care of you and looks out for you, no matter what shape or form you may be." He brushes a strand of hair from your face before leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. "Now, how about we get some rest?" he suggests with a yawn. "We've got a big day tomorrow, remember?"

Without waiting for an answer, Aldric rolls onto his side and pulls you against his chest, one strong arm draped across your waist as he settles into a deep sleep once more. It would seem that even with all the changes between them, some things remain the same.