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*A Sadistic Romance *

An Anthro Mink x Cat Story

Part One: The Cat and the Mink

I'd never really thought about it before, but I don't suppose anyone ever really does think to question themselves when they've had a girlfriend before. I guessed that it was just because I had assumed she was right when we broke up, that I was far too interested in my comics and trying to become a comic artist to really think about our relationship. Though, I guess, as well I thought she was right because at the time we were thirteen and, me being a mink and her being a mouse, things were always going to be awkward. You don't necessarily think of that kind of stuff till you're in your last two years at school and realise what your sexuality is. I mean, I'd not had a girlfriend since Rachael and as she'd been two years older, she'd apparently become a hideous slut but still got called in by my parents to baby-sit me when I didn't need it. I'd just assumed it was because my hobby was my one true love, but when the door opened and that cream coloured cat with the paler belly and the gorgeous saffron coloured stripes upon its body was walked into the room, the male uniform alone told me it was a guy and I couldn't stop staring.

He was slinky and slim, like me but more pronounced hips, a pronounced and soft looking backside and he moved with the confidence of someone who knew animals thought he was sexy. But the tabby had a fearsome set of golden eyes, more wicked than I think anyone could expect and he held his head high in arrogance as he stood at the head of the class and just stared out at us all. I was usually doodling ideas in my pad at the back of the class, glad the teacher was present so the assholes that made up the bullies, the known-to-everyone assholes, the girls and the popular groups would ignore me. I was considered a nerd, I had coloured glasses to read with, my coat was greasy with the usual issues of being a teenager and I'd ended up piercing both my ears after someone told me the one ear I'd pierced was the gay ear! I wished I could be a punk or a goth, to actually be in some kind of crowd and never more than in that moment lifting my teal eyes to look into the gold and know that this kid... he was the popular sort.

"Everyone, this is Lior John-" The teacher began, only to suddenly feel the wicked eyes narrowing at him and watch those whiskers twitch; I was shocked to see our usually stoic zebra lecturer shudder at the tabby's expression. He then double-checked the notes, I was almost amused if he had the surname Johnson, same as Joey, the most popular guy in our class who was clearly a collie mix, not your run of the mill moggy! But the teacher then gave a soft chuckle and rubbed a hoof under his chin in concern. "The note here says it's safer for you... oh, well, this is Leah Brandt... I mean, Lior... just treat her well class, him well... she's new... he's new..."

"I think they get it, Sir... I'd rather not have to stand here until you realise, I've got a dick and balls." Lior had scoffed and the teacher had curiously blushed, but I think even I had to blush to be reminded that this was a guy. The cat then looked about expectantly for a spare seat and found there was only one near Joey and the pair of them were already eyeing each other up cautiously as if they knew each other. There was no choice for Lior and he swayed to the end of the row, everyone's eyes locked onto either his charismatic expression or his swinging hips and as he turned to his seat, I got my first shot at his long thin tail with its white tip and the perfect look of his squeezable ass. From the back, he looked like a girl, everything was delicate and graceful, and I remained staring like an idiot until he sat down a flicked a cautious look to me.

I jolted and returned to my doodles as the class began and everything just slumped back to normal as everyone settled to their lessons, but as the questions were left for us to complete, I gave a groan as I finished them all faster than anyone else and then turned to my notebook again. However, I was startled that my pen was not to first to lift off the page, Lior was finished a fraction of a second faster and he was suddenly just slouching back and then scanning the room, his ears wide and listening in. I was curious now but maintained my doodling as my ears twitched about and then I found even my short little ears catching the whispers coming from a few tables up and I could see the hackles rising on the cat's back.

"The teacher said Brandt, right? As in the kid of that mad doctor five years ago? The one that was going around hacking off tails for a weird fetish..." One of the canaries in the class was whispering to Katie, the cutest little bunny in the class and of course I was listening. Katie was my most recent crush and I certainly wanted to know what she knew, and this canary was one of the biggest gossipers. But I noticed that Lior was listening, his ears twitching and his face wrinkling slightly in irritation, his tail wagging low through the back of the seat. "Like... wasn't he like born a chick and his freaky father genetically altered him into a guy? And like... his dad's protegee used to fuck him even when he was little? Like... like Lior's some poor little abuse victim?"

The other members of the class were listening, I reckoned even our teacher was and that was probably why the confusion over the surname. I had to think about it carefully for a moment before I realised that I had heard this story before, but my father was a lawyer and he'd muttered that they had sensationalised everything because the evidence was clearly fabricated but no one cared when they needed to blame someone for the insane serial killer. In fact, if I recalled, the killings had still been going on, but the victim type had changed... still hacking tails off. But I knew this would mark Lior out as either a weirdo or someone to fuss, but the cat looked irritable and when I noticed him, he turned to look at me and I continued my doodling. But when I checked again, he was watching me and my heart was hammering at the sight of the golden seeming to mellow... there was a curiously sweet smile upon his face and I felt very strange!

During out first break I had to do my usual run to the roof to avoid the usual hassle of the bullies trying to steal my notebook and prove that I drew porn or something crude only they could want. But apparently during the break the rumours spread, Joey was very aggressive about any of his friends going near Lior, but from my vantage point on the roof I could watch them interact. Lior was casual, relaxed, he wasn't bothered by Joey and some of the popular group split off to follow after him anyway, the canary being one of them as she insisted to know the truth about him. But as I watched him seemingly flirt with her, holding her beak in the palm of his paw and watching her eyes flutter, he'd swung a paw out to snatch a feather and then plucked it violently. He'd then eaten it, grinning at her and she'd gotten the message about what she said, yet she didn't run off, hypnotised to hang around him and seemingly obey him as he continued to flirt and chuckle.

This was how the rest of the day went, I was doing my usual - avoiding the nerds that wanted me to be amongst them and trying to avoid everyone. I was quite content not to care about the stranger anymore, but when I'd gone to the bathroom, using a urinal, things had happened. The popular crew had come in and settled around me, Joey had eyed me up viciously and I kept my ears and tail low, not letting him think he intimidated me. The Collie mix and I had been friends as kids, but that had ended when he'd become handsome before me and then we couldn't be friends according to the rule of high school. But then he was growling in frustration as his new best friend, the thuggish badger Oscar beside him was growling too.

"That fucking cat... he only went and flirted with her... the fuck was that about? There's everyone saying he's some fucked up freak and then they're still flirting with him... the fuck dude?" The badger was growling to his friend, spraying up and down the urinal in his usual display of masculinity and the Collie was just musing over the words, smirking a bit. I was anxious on the matter, keeping my head low around Oscar because he had it in for me for the fact Rachel had been with me when he'd wanted her. She was way out of his league, but that didn't matter right now as he then grimaced up at Joey. "I can't believe he's your cousin now... why'd your uncle ever get with a cat? She hot or something?"

"Seriously hot... but remember, he's my mum's half-brother... my mum was the kid from the affair... if you saw Jackson, you'd know why she'd go with him..." Joey scoffed but then he licked his nose as he finished up and put himself away. I had to casually act like I was still going, you have to train to do that kind of thing to stop yourself from getting thumped in the dick for eavesdropping, but I was shocked and almost choked over what he said. "But I totally believe he was a chick... you seen his ass? Besides... I swear he's gay... he'd probably like getting pounded. I'll try when my family goes to visit... I say try... I'm at least getting my cock in his mouth!"

"Heh... dude, that's awesome... but you gotta let me try him out too..." Oscar shuffled into himself, grinning and giggling over the whole thought of it as they both grinned in delight before washing their hands to leave, I feigned a little more spray than did the same. I felt bad for the cat, but it wasn't anything to do with me and the rest of the day I just kept to myself and settled with occasionally flicking my eyes to look at the feline and feeling my heart tremble every time his golden eyes flicked at me. I couldn't quite stop that reaction, unsure if it was a predator spotting potential prey on his part or just because he was so very beautiful.

When I returned home, I looked up the papers and read the articles about the teenage son sobbing over his father's body as they pulled the plug, then the police investigation had begun. Apparently, they found the tails in the doctor's private home lab along with other things he shouldn't have been playing with, but doctors did like to run their own tests. Then, his faithful student had been checked over and they'd found indecent images of the son, taken without the teen's knowledge and the kitten had tried to plead that his friend had never been like that with him. It was sad really, from all the notes about it the family had been happy and the car accident to kill him had opened a can of worms. I felt sorry for him, but nowhere was it reported he'd had a sex change, there was just rumours flying on forums about pity for the poor little girl that was made to be a pretty boy. But looking at these forums and the kind of characters to write this stuff, they were all the types you wouldn't want anyone to hang around, especially kids!

I returned to school the next day, not even bothering about the matter with the cat and yet, he was still throwing curious looks at me. I noted though that during every class we were in together, those golden eyes would shoot towards me, but nothing much happened. It was not my place to say anything and as it seemed to be a family matter with Joey, I certainly didn't want to say anything. The cat was doing fine with the others though, he seemed to have his friends, flirted with all the girls that were interested and Joey was just irritable about him. However, I still felt my heart tingle at the sensation of the cat looking at me and during one of our gym lessons, I had to admit I was suddenly very aware of myself and was slower to change into my shorts and shirt with the feel of those golden eyes upon me.

It was just discomfort I would inform myself, the interest he had as a new member of the class scoping out his classmates and just interest in his beauty. I'd been interested in the prey species of course, the occasional ferret or dog before, even a fox but never a cat and never a male cat. I couldn't explain it, every time I went to hide on the roof to draw, I would scan the others for him and by my Friday art class, I was startled how many doodles of his neat whiskers, even exact points of his tabby stripes upon his face that I'd filled my notebook with. I was startled though to enter art class, take my usual seat at the back and then find the generally empty canvas next to me, owned by the cat. His tail was swishing, and his eyes were locked upon me as I stepped in and once we had our task, painting our inner most desires, I was shocked when he decided to talk to me.

"You're called Roman, aren't you?" It was said so sweetly, so softly and I almost jumped out of my fur. I turned my narrow nose towards his short snout as he grinned and practically purred in delight as I nodded my head and the returned to my painting. My deepest desire I was drawing was a book, a comic book with all the usual looks, the dreams I'd had of how the cover would look and all the stickers it would have slapped onto it praising me and the work. However, he then shuffled on his stool, getting closer to me and was grinning beautifully, it was strange how hypnotic his eyes were and hearing my name on his lips was making my heart pound and my ears hurt with the blood rushing to them. "The girls said you make comics... I'm curious, that must take a lot out of you to figure out first the story and then how to actually cover it all in panels... like storyboarding for a movie but less dialogue... I envy you... I just get told to paint to help with my rage."

"Thanks... it's so kind of you to... uh, rage?" I felt stupid, I didn't even say his name and I was shirking back as if I were afraid of him. I was worried he was going to assume that I was thinking the same kind of sick things as the others, but he was still smiling and almost beaming at me. He mused he had a rage problem with his stepfather and had bitten into his arm very badly. I was a bit shocked by it, but when I spotted his painting, I was surprised to see the outlines of some great hole or cavern and then something like an upside-down figure in the centre of it. I guessed he just wanted to go somewhere no one knew about his family and so I didn't ask about it. But he was smiling as he then peered at my work and noticed the way I painted with a grin as I gulped and looked at the way he smiled back to me and practically leant into me, his whiskers twitching, mine twitching and it almost felt like a static bolt went between us before he grinned. "I know... mine's not impressive..."

"It's only the start... besides, I've been watching you doodle in class... you are an excellent artist..." Lior beamed, leaning in closer and practically purring in my face and I hadn't even realised he'd stepped off his stool to be that close to me. I gulped and knew I was blushing as his whiskers flicked forward, showing his interest in me, his ears pointed at me and I didn't know what to do. He was so close, my body was suddenly pinging about in a mix of fear and delight, what was I to say? But he then gave a playful chuckle and a soft purr as his tail swished in the air. "Why don't you hang about with me sometime? I don't have anything to do on Friday evenings, mum and him go and have their couple time at his family home so I'm alone till tomorrow... you're welcome to hang out with me..."

"Uh... maybe some other time, I've got my little sister to look after so I always have to give a bit more notice. But I do appreciate it." I felt awful, he had invited me over, but I barely knew him, and his observations scared me. But he mused we could learn about each other. I was startled as he continued painting and by the end of it, we'd played twenty questions about siblings, school and future ambitions... not the traditional yes or no answers but a start. Our teacher came over to look at our work and though she'd mused on the abstract nature of the basic painting Lior had done, I took one look and gave a scoff. "It's a penis hanging over a vagina... its subtle but anyone would know it."

"Or do you think alike and see what my desire is?" The golden eyes shone, and I admit I panicked that I didn't understand at all. I would have said crudely that he wanted both but instead I tried to think in abstract. When I muttered it was just for the sake of being naughty, he gave a snigger and then prodded my broad nose. I gave a snort of shock, but he smiled sweetly at me. "Yup... you can see how I want to humiliate the world."

Whether I did or not was beside the point, he would have said yes to any of my interpretations because he was scoping me out. Anxiously I returned home after and after homework and being baby sat by Rachel the slut, I found myself drawing Lior's face and body but naked and pondered breasts or not. Rachel decided to be an annoying bitch though.

"Mouse to kitty, hey Roman? Who's your latest crush? Beautiful body but is she flat or something?" Rachel was hardly the nicest mouse these days, all that sweetness she'd shown when we'd been younger and kissing cutely and holding hands had been removed for a bitch who gained popularity for the number of times she could open her legs at a party. I quite hated her now, I loathed her entirely and her sudden interest only made me curl my lip and flash my pointed teeth to her, only to receive a smack to the nose for being so rude. She then jerked my notebook from me, pulled it open and then gave me a sudden snigger. "Sheesh... okay he's a hot looking guy but... you're not gay, I mean, I know you're not gay but... oh wait... character material, right?"

"Yeah... all comics try and be a little more inclusive so... seemed like a good thing to try..." I felt so bashful suddenly, no... I wasn't gay, was I? I couldn't be! Lior was handsome and everyone thought he looked like fun but clearly it was because he was a just a cat that gave off the vibe he'd go with anything... certainly pansexual! But I was still scared about it as I thought it over that evening and I was left to my own devices to think about this cat and his offer... I didn't think I wanted to be his friend, it would just make the others think I was weirder than I already was and certainly they'd react if they saw me drawing him. I could just be friends with him in art club, that was fine... but nowhere else!

A month went by with ease, but I couldn't help but be too friendly with Lior when we were in our club meets; he was smart, sarcastic but had a very nasty view on the universe. All his artwork was dark and wicked with lots of points about how he was going to get revenge for the sake of revenge... so strange, but I was writing dark stuff for my comics and this was just great material! Lior would make a perfect character to suddenly become a supervillain if offered some kind of powerful weapon and I was kind of excited to see what that sort of person was like in real life! But Lior wanted to hang out more and we were finding ourselves walking home, or as close too after club. One week though, my younger sister who was only twelve and her clique of annoying popular friends had been hanging out at the park for me to pick up and escort home for their slumber party and they'd spotted Lior and literally jumped him!

"Are you and Roman friends? You're too handsome to hang out with Roman! Are you busy? We're having a sleepover and there's never enough boys! You can come, can't you? We're all getting pizza ordered in and going to watch movies! You'll come and stay with us, won't you?" Lior looked petrified to suddenly be grabbed at by the kids as they cooed and purred over his pretty fur and he looked towards me pleadingly. I tried to grab hold of my white furred sister, begging Rosie not to make things weird with my new friend and she turned around to stick her tongue at me. In her mind, I was trying to climb the social ladder and had no chance! Typical little brat, I tried to pull them away but it was obvious Lior was not escaping and then he just chuckled.

"Ah well... we can hang out then!" I couldn't believe the smile that was drawn on his face and the girls went squealing in delight before dragging him off with me to the household. Our house was reasonable, my dad was a defence lawyer on a no-win no-fee system and well, it meant he was practically considered a charity lawyer by others because he was paid a set salary no matter the cases he worked on and that meant he only got bonuses if he won. I had to explain this to Lior who chuckled, he thought lawyers all had condos, but a three-bedroom two-tiered semi-detached with a decent sized garden and good access to the shops, it wasn't bad! I was surprised how much he was eager to hang out with the girls though, he let them brush his tail and put bracelets on it, let them paint his nails and his cheek fur. He didn't have any issues with it and was musing that he had to get some practice, his mum was pregnant, and he believed it would be a sister! "Aren't sister's great? I always assumed brothers would just fight and make you jealous all the time... but sisters are too cute to be angry at...."

"That's debatable." I grunted as we'd finally settled down when my parents arrived and he got to meet them, but introduced himself as Lior Johnson, I guessed he was weary of what my father might have known or heard about his case, but everyone liked him. My mother couldn't stop praising how cute he was, how polite and my dad was even charmed as he could talk to him about current affairs without seeming bored or feigning interest. When we were eating the one pizza between us, thankful we'd even got it and, in my room, watching a horror film because the girls were trying to watch a PG rated semi-horror film and kept screaming, I found myself worried when he took out his phone and engaged in a curt conversation with his step-father and I couldn't stop myself from offering him to stay over tonight. "The girls have nicked all the spares, but my bed's a queen sized, we can top-to-toe if that's cool with you."

"I'd like it... uh, sorry about that... Jackson and I don't get along. If I bite or scratch someone, he said he'll put me in for assault. He's such an asshole with me, been worse since mum got pregnant... all he wants is a son and, and he's nagging how when I'm out of school I'm OUT. Mum's getting torn between us both and I don't like it... I just want to skin him alive!" I had been following his forlorn sighs until that last comment, his claws had unsheathed and glinted in the light, wickedly sharp, sharper than mine and I could see by the hideous flash in his golden eyes that he was not kidding. I wasn't sure how to respond before, but to stretch my paw out to pat his shoulder, he turned to look at me with genuine affection, it made my spine tingle but I was reassured that between us was only a budding friendship, it could not be anything else!

My sister though decided we'd all join her for one stupid game... seven minutes in heaven being locked in the broom cupboard. Most of the girls went in and giggled with each other, making stupid noises but being the only boys, my sister begged us to willingly accept three other turns. I had to agree because Lior was happy to, he did his first two and came out with them blushing because he'd kissed their paws and told them all these lovely things about them. All the girls were jealous, they certainly didn't appreciate being locked in with me, but all they wanted with me was to ask if Lior had a girlfriend, the pains! But then, by some random incident, my sister randomly picked two and of all the names she picked, it was mine and Lior's and we were hustled into the cupboard with a grunt only to sit in the darkness as the girls giggled and I thought, Lior was just playing along.

"So... Roman... have you ever kissed a guy before? I suppose it's the same as a girl, right? Just more chance to whack your nose and get a punch in the balls after." Lior snorted, somehow, saying something like that just didn't seem to sit right on his tongue. He was not the vulgar sort like that and there was certainly a blush on his face, our eyes were good enough in the dark to see that. I was startled, what could I say to that as I just assumed it was playing along and shrugged my shoulders giving a smirk. I informed him I'd never once thought to kiss a guy, Lior though seemed saddened by it, he then told me he'd dreamt of it a lot, but kissing girls was so-so, why would kissing anyone else be different? I felt sad for him suddenly, he seemed so out of touch and then I was stupid and gave him a tap on the nose, making his whiskers judder before I bent forward and pressed my lips to his in a soft peck. He suddenly covered his face in embarrassment... but he was right, it wasn't any different from kissing a girl. "Why... why did you do that?"

"Because you were right... and now the brats can see you blush." I stated, though fuck my stomach was coiling, my heart was racing, and I felt like I was going to vomit. I wanted to turn around and do it again, I knew I hadn't kissed him properly and yet why did I want to kiss him? I grimaced as I ruffled the back of my fur and Lior just remained blushing as time was up and we were let out. I didn't look bothered, but that cat looked so damn cute the girls were quickly rushing over to him, begging him for attention and I decided to leave him to it before heading off back to my bedroom myself. I knew Lior would catch up eventually, but I needed the moment to sit down on the bed, take in a deep breath and wonder just why the fuck I wanted to kiss him again.

It was later in the night he strolled upstairs to the room, changed hurriedly into his underwear and then just sat on the bed beside me as I changed too. He was watching me curiously, analysing every part of my body and I knew I must look less like a geek out of the uniform. My body wasn't that bad, just slim and long, I couldn't seem to put on much muscle but I only did basic exercises each day. However, my fur could be better and well, he seemed to be focusing in on that before he suddenly stretched out his paw to mine and held it. Where my digits were long and slender, his were round and soft to feel and I turned to look at him cautiously. I certainly didn't expect him to mouth something, I was too taken aback by the sensation of his soft paw to focus and just went 'uh-huh' in return. Then his ears dropped back, his whiskers strained forward, and I didn't even think to stop him from leaning forward to kiss me.

It was a much more romantic kiss than I'd expected, there was pressure, length and just softness and warmth and the suddenly electric jolts as our whiskers touched each other. I almost wanted to swing an arm around to grab his waist, to pull him in but I couldn't fucking understand it. I wanted to keep kissing him, I wanted to do more with him if I could and yet something told me it was just going to be this kiss. Indeed, he sat back, grabbed a pillow and flopped to the end of the bed with a sweet smile upon his face and I was just left staring at him dumbfounded as he curled up within the bed and then nuzzled into the covers.

I had to do the same, but I'd realised that there was an uncomfortable bulge in my pants, and I wanted to scream in horror. How the fuck did I get an erection from one kiss? Shit... I settled all the same but there was just something about Lior and it wouldn't be long till I knew what.

In the morning I got up and he'd made breakfast for everyone and brought the ingredients himself. He was happy to see us happy and then he decided to do some homework and I was working on my comic, writing a script when he bent over my shoulder and I was scared of what he might do regarding that romantic kiss but he just smiled.

"I think your comic will be awesome, I hope you'll tell me all about it. Oh, and just so you know... I think, if I were to be beneath anyone, it would be you. I can't believe how much I trust you." It wasn't really what he looked like or how nice he was with me to have caused that reaction. I realised it was the control he had over my own fear of him and how he teased but then relaxed the chain. He had power and I wanted to watch him wield it.