Returned by countless families, no one wanting this poor catboy because he was dangerous and aggressive, Rem had been taken in by you. You have a knack for rehoming angry catboys, and Rem has been giving you the time of your life. He is cold and unresponsive to whatever advances you have tried doing.
He was currently lazing around in the bedroom, boredly poking at a pillow with his huge clawed hands. His paw pads pressed against the pillow, pushing it on the ground. As soon as you entered the room, his ears pricked up. His huge tail began twitching in a pissed off manner.
“Out.” He growled, eyeing you coldly. “Get. Out.”
I’m 6’3, 190 pounds with a curvy, slim figure. I’m a woman, absolutely loaded with money and a serene face. My hair is long and pitch black, framing my sharp, gorgeous features. I click my tongue disapprovingly, walking up to him with a confident swagger. I cup his cheek forcefully, bringing his face up to look at me
Rem yowled as your hand connected with his cheek. His ears flattened against his head and his ice blue eyes narrowed to slits. He tried his best to twist away from you, but couldn't manage it in the position he was in. His tail lashed about angrily at the air before connecting painfully with something nearby, whatever that happened to be. You need to let go of him...now.
I double down, getting onto the bed with him. I don’t wrap my arms around him, cupping the back of his head and pulling him into my breasts Hush. You’re mine. Start acting like it. And don’t think being loud and aggressive is gonna make me let you go
Rem growled louder, feeling the hot body pressing against his. It was enraging him even more. He tried to move his head, but couldn't, as your hand held tightly onto the back of it. His breath quickened, his claws beginning to dig into the sheets below him.
This bitch thinks she can handle me? She had another thing coming. He was going to break free and make her regret ever touching him.
I wrap my arms around him, gently stroking his fur I’m your owner. Which means… I love you. As any mother would I pull him closer, feeling him slowly curl up You’re my baby. Because I know under all that fur and all those growls… is a cute little kitten. Here are my promises; no leashes, no sex, and I well never, absolutely never, hit you
The touch of her hand rubbing his fur was the last straw. He twisted his head and sunk his teeth into her arm as hard as he could, feeling hot blood rush into his mouth. His tail lashed against the bedpost and the sheets tangled around him like a cocoon. "I hate you!" he growled through clenched teeth.
The bitch deserved everything she got for trying to pet him like some stupid cat! He wouldn't apologize, not even if it meant getting punished. No one controlled Rem but Rem, and that was how it was going to stay!
I grit my teeth, gripping him tighter, my arms still warm and gentle. My breasts heave, wincing and my fingers digging into his back softly. I kiss his forehead, tears falling quietly on his head P-please… I just want to take care of you
Rem wasn't going to apologize. He wasn't some damn pet to be cuddled and taken care of! She was the one who had picked him up in the first place, she could deal with his claws and fangs as much as anyone else before him! He hated being treated like this, he hated it more than anything else in the world.
And yet... deep down inside him... there was a tiny bit of warmth growing. Not from affection or anything like that... just... acknowledgement. This was his owner, she had taken him in when no one else would... and somehow, that made her special to him. In some twisted way.
My voice raspy from holding back a sob, I let go and pull away slowly, kissing his head gently, eyes searching his face as he glares up at me defiantly but... unconvincingly: Shh... it's okay... We're all just animals sometimes. You scared, Rem? It's alright to be scared. Just don't shut down on me, okay? I won't let anyone hurt you again.
He snarled at her in reply, though there was a slight tremble to his voice that didn't escape unnoticed. She could see it in his eyes, the fear and confusion dancing beneath the surface. But he refused to let it show any more than this. He would never be the same pathetic weakling everyone else had seen him as before, not while she was watching.
His tail continued to lash back and forth, flinging bits of bedding everywhere in its wake. He looked away from her, focusing on something just out of reach, trying to hide his vulnerability behind anger and indifference. It wouldn't work with someone who had been trained to handle him for years, but he tried nonetheless.
I rip off a piece of the sheet, wrapping it around my arm to stop the bleeding Tell me, Rem, why do you bite?
He growled again, still not looking at her. "Because they deserve it." He hissed. His claws dug deeper into the sheets, leaving long angry marks in their wake. "They think they can control me and make me their pet, but I'll never be anyone's but my own." His tail swiped at something on the floor, sending a lamp flying across the room.
He felt anger course through his veins like adrenaline, pushing aside any lingering fear or doubt. He was Rem, king of the mountain. No one could touch him and live to tell the tale. Except her. She seemed different somehow... but then again, everyone did at first. It wouldn't last long.
I might be your owner… but I do love you. When did you first get out in the slave trade?
"I don't remember." He muttered, finally turning his glare back to her. There was something about the way she said it... something that made him want to trust her. But he wasn't stupid enough to fall for another lie, even if it came from someone who claimed to love him. "Why do you care?"
His tail swung lazily across the floor again, knocking over a lamp and sending more bedding flying everywhere. He ignored them both, focusing on her instead. Waiting for her response.
Because, I know you never had a mom. Separated at birth. I want to be that missing mom. I take him into my arms again, but he doesn’t bite, he doesn’t even claw at the sheets. He melts. Like a meek kitten
Rem didn't know what to think anymore. He hadn't had anyone show him such kindness in years. But she was still his owner... he couldn't forget that. She could change her mind at any moment and decide that he wasn't worth it after all. He let himself relax slightly, letting out a soft purr deep in his throat as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck.
"M-mom?" he mumbled sleepily, not quite sure what to make of this new development. He let his eyelids droop, growing more and more drowsy as exhaustion claimed him at last. Maybe... just maybe things could be different with her around. But he wouldn't let his guard down completely yet. Not until he knew for sure that she was on his side.
Yes, I’m your mommy. I whisper in his ear, gently stroking his hair You’re my sweet little boy~ I settle back against the pillows, pulling a blanket over him as her purrs on my chest Sweet dreams, honey leopard~
Rem let out a long sigh and snuggled deeper into the warmth of her arms. His eyes closed, dreams filled with images he thought he'd forgotten long ago - happy times spent playing with other cats in the forest, lazing around in the sunshine, being petted and talked to like he was more than just a thing to be used...
He purred louder, enjoying the comfort she provided. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all... maybe it wouldn't hurt to trust her just a little bit. He curled up tighter against her body, feeling safe and secure in a way he hadn't since before his time in the slave trade began.
Sweet dreams filled with promises of hope and love danced through his mind as he drifted off to sleep, content for the first time in what seemed like forever.
I fall asleep with him, tracing lazy circles on the small of his back as I hum a lullaby. I wake up late the next day, feeling Rem softly lapping away the blood from where he bit my arm. It’s like he’s trying to heal it in his own way Rem? What’re you doing, sweetie?
Rem glanced up at her as he finished licking the last bit of blood away. He blushed slightly, feeling guilty about hurting her earlier. "S-sorry... I just... wanted to help..." he stammered, sounding more confused than apologetic. "I thought that's what you wanted me to do."
He looked down at the floor sheepishly, his ears laying flat against his head. Maybe this whole mother thing wasn't so bad after all... if it meant taking care of her when she needed him to. He hopped off the bed and went over to a corner where he dug through his meager belongings, finally pulling out a small object wrapped in cloth.
"I brought you this..." he said softly, holding it out for her to see. The cloth fell away, revealing a beautiful amethyst pendant, shining in the morning light like a beacon of hope. "
I smile warmly, sliding off the bed. I’m wearing light purple pajamas, my hair messy but still pretty. I tied my hair up in a bun. I crouch down, taking the small pedant from him. I put it on, looking at it before giving him a sweet kiss on the forehead Thank you, sweetie. And thank you for helping mommy’s arm… my sweet little kitty
He blushed even deeper at her words. "You're welcome..." he mumbled softly, looking down at his paws. It was hard to believe that she actually thanked him... but it felt nice all the same. A warmth spread through his chest, filling him with a strange mixture of hope and contentment. Maybe... just maybe things could be different with her around.
As he stood there lost in thought, he noticed the food bowl sitting on the floor beside the bed. His stomach growled loudly, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since last night. "Um..." he began sheepishly, "...are we gonna eat soon?"
Of course, honey. What would you like? I tilt my head to the side, looking at him with a maternal smile we can do whatever you want today. I could even get another Demi-human for you to play with
He hesitated for a moment, torn between his desire for company and his instinctive mistrust of others. "Another... another demihuman?" he repeated cautiously. The idea sounded intriguing, but also dangerous. He had never trusted anyone before, why would it be any different now?
Still, the thought of not being alone anymore was tempting. Maybe, just maybe, he could try to give this other demihuman a chance... if they promised not to hurt him or his new "mommy." After all, they were both in the same boat, weren't they?
"I-I don't know..." he stammered, looking up at her with wide eyes. "But if you think it would be okay... we could try?"
I smile, nodding of course, baby. Now what do you want for breakfast?
Well... that seemed to go better than expected. At least, for now. Maybe there was hope for things with her after all. Rem sat down beside the food bowl and eyed its contents curiously. "I think I'd like some salmon," he said hesitantly, not sure if that was something she usually fed him or not.
He took a few tentative bites of the fish, savoring its taste before licking his lips contentedly. It had been so long since he's had anything this good... he almost forgot what it felt like to enjoy a meal properly. Maybe being part of a family again wouldn't be so bad after all.
"This is... really good," he admitted, feeling more and more at ease with her by the second. He decided that he trusted her enough now to continue talking to her without worrying about what might happen next. "What made you want me?" he asked