Move Over, Master! (Chamorus + Fancy)

[Fancy_Brat]

It had been overcast since that morning, with the sun peeking through every now and then, but the day was more or less gloomy overall. A few sprinkles fell over the city below numerous times, but here was no downpour...that is...there wasn't until now. Leave it to the weather reports to predict wrong about the weather on a day like today. Around 3:30 in the afternoon, it started off as a light drizzle, quickly building up to a surprising downpour, getting most people on the streets scrambling for wherever their destination was. Not surprisingly, most of these people did not have an umbrella or other method of keeping dry with them. And the people in their cars or on the buses were feeling that much better about being inside. Pretty soon, it was common to see someone trying to duck under bus stops or roofs. Of course, it didn't really help them much. But it was not just the citizens suffering from the rain, or at least the 'human' citizens. Occasionally darting through the soaked streets were a trio of felines, maneuvering through traffic and people rushing by. It was quite a wonder that they did not get into some sort of accident, or cause one, as they were seeking out shelter much like these humans. Their furry bodies were already dripping wet all over, and they did not look intent on stopping. Staying in motion at least kept their body somewhat warmer, but the chilly sensation still lingered, and if they were to stop moving for too long they would be a shivering mess. their little marathon to find shelter eventually led them to a small alley between a couple apartment complexes, where most of the trash was dumped or where the smokers were. Course, now it was empty.

In a desperate struggle for shelter, their first thought was to knock over a trash can or try to duck between them somehow. Both efforts proved to be rather fruitless. There was a small cardboard box on top of one of the cans that was starting to slip because of the rain, and one of the cats, the biggest with white fur, had begun reaching for it, managing to pull it closer to the edge before it fell over on its side. There was enough room for all three of them to fit, but even with the little 'roof' over their heads, the box was already soaked and leaking over them. It was better than not being in the box, but not by a long shot. Most of the restaurants or homes they had turned up at were quick to shoo them away, and so this was where they would stay until the rain died down. But they did not really want to be here, shivering up against each other. No doubt they'd be sick from being out too long. their faint little meows soon began to sound, as if pleading from something or someone to make their situation even a little bit easier. The only thing they could do was cry out, bundling up in hopes for a little warmth together. They could see numerous pairs of legs rushing past them in a blur, those humans probably passing by too quickly to hear them.

 

[Chamorus the Cat]

Not to mention the rain. The steady pour was drowning out sound as good as any other noise pollution in this awful place. The one day it was supposed to be sunny in Seattle and it was raining. A pair of black-and-white, old-school short-tops walked by. There was a pause in the gait, but they kept going forward. The dismal scene seemed sure to get worse, right? The white toes of the shoes came into view again. The folds in the dark blue jeans warped as the person bent down low enough to look in the box.

"There you are," he said. His voice was kind, though strained, the way a person spoke when they talked to small animals or someone else's newborn baby. "Hey," he said, slowly thrusting a hand into the box, close to their cute little faces. After offering up his scent, he tried to pet one of the strays. "All alone?" he crooned sadly, rubbing behind an ear, scratching a cheek there. "I'm not supposed to stop and pet strays," he said. He was likely fresh out of his parents' home and into the world by himself; he didn't look much older than twenty, if that. Some of the psychological aspects of having to deal with someone making the rules for him, perhaps. "But you're all adorable. And if you had fleas, they'd have washed off by now, right?"

He went down the line, petting each of them. They shivered so much! And here he was in his nice jacket, with the fur lining around the hood and collar. He was warm and they... well, they were shivering and lonely and... Dammit! Heartbroken, he reached down for the littlest one. He expected to be bitten or clawed by the others as he lifted her up and put her in a pocket on the inside of his coat, shielding her from the elements. It was tough to juggle them all along with his umbrella, but he found a way to manage.

The mid-sized one was next, getting the larger pocket inside of his coat. Lastly, the biggest. He liked her coloration the best, though he wouldn't voice that. No way should one be jealous of the other! He picked her up and had to cradle her in the crook of his arm. Needless to say, it was difficult to walk without jostling the kittens too much, but he managed! At last, after walking a few more blocks, he unlocked the door to his apartment. It had a bedroom and a bathroom. And nothing else. Little else. Alright, there was a little area to warm food and so on, but he was the only apartment in the building! The way it was set up, it'd be just as nice storing dusty equipment as it would be for comfortably housing a person.

He carefully sat each kitten down on the bed and left them alone. At a corner shop, he picked up some items. He hurried home, hoping they hadn't gotten into too much trouble. As most people would expect, though, they had dried themselves off and curled up to sleep near the vent that was supplying the bed with warm air. Litter and a litter box and bowls and cream and cat food and... well, a few toys... He let them sleep, opting to move over to his computer for a while longer and tinker before he grew too tired. He picked himself up and pulled the covers of the bed back, careful not to disturb them as he drifted off to sleep.

 

[Fancy_Brat]

(His name? XD)

Indeed, the rain pouring down even managed to block out the sounds of cars passing by the lonely alley. With only the heavy pattering of rain against the soaked cardboard box and the horrid smells of the garbage nearby, the little kittens continued with their desperate cries for help. However, it was difficult to pick out their little cries among the other sounds of the city. Cars rushed by still, people were panicking and running about, and most notably was the sound of more heavy rain that they had all gotten quite familiar with. But there was a new scent...very faint at first, but it progressively got a little stronger. It wasn't food though. The poor felines looked up to see that a bit of their view of the street had been blocked off. Unlike the other people rushing by, this one had stopped. Again, their meows rang out, in hopes of maybe gaining some pity from a passerby. The figure moved somewhat closer, as if picking up on something. And much to their delight, they made their way towards the box, a face soon being visible to them all. This human spoke soft, and he did have a nice scent. They each went out to meet him, gently nuzzling up against his hand softly. The white at had moved up against him a bit, getting a little shelter under his arm, but it wasn't much better. The others followed closely, soon meowing and nuzzling up against this human. While they did wish to somehow win someone over, they did not really get their hopes up. After being turned away so many times today, it would not be so new to them. Every now and then, they'd give a little mew, as if trying to respond to his words. And despite the language barrier, this human seemed to understand their predicament well enough.

And as if their prayers had been answered, this human did seem like he would aid them. The littlest one with caramel brown fur was lifted up and placed in a pocket, and seeing this the other two seemed to get a little anxious. Their initial thought was that he would only take her, but they soon found out they would be next. He sure got a good amount of scratches beforehand though. With all three kittens in his care now, they could only wonder where they would be heading. The thought of being inside from the was enough to satisfy them for the moment. Where it went from there was unknown to them. Would he continue to let them stay or let them go once the rain had calmed down? The warm air rushed over the little kittens instantly, almost a completely different world from outside. Of course, with their bodies soaked, they were still shivering. After being left on the bed, he would be surprised to know that they actually hadn't done much in his absence. Most of their time was spent near the vent, cleaning each other and warming up in no time. After a quick exploration around the apartment, they had each curled up with each other on the bed, exhausted from everything they had gone through today. By the time he came back, they were fast asleep, not even budging as he came in bed to join them.

---

As morning came around, it was still fairly cloudy, but at the very least, the sun had managed to break through over the usually gloomy city of Seattle. The window in the room that had been closed the night before, but now a bit of the sun's radiance managed to seep through, bathing the individuals on the bed in it's warmth. Of course, the young man might have found his rest to be very satisfying, especially taking the fact he had three little kittens to help keep him warm as well. Why, at this very moment, he had the white cat nuzzled up at his side, the brown cat resting on his chest, and the middle black cat with her foot against his face...

Foot?

Sure enough, there was a lightly tanned foot pressing up gently against the young man's cheek, that of which belonged to a naked young woman sleeping at the edge of the bed. Naked...? Aside from being naked, this girl had a very athletic figure, strong arms and legs and a pair of C-cup breasts. She had long black hair, along with what appeared to be large cat ears? And protruding from her lower back was...a tail, very much like a cat's. The girl on his chest appeared to be the youngest of the three, her body not being very 'gifted' up top, but she had some curvy hips. As with the other girl, she had a tail and ears as well. The girl with the pure white hair on the other side of him was no doubt the oldest, as well as the biggest. She had long slim legs and a very supple chest, at least D-cup. Coincidentally, these girls held some resemblance to those little kittens from last night...except these girls...weren't exactly 'kittens'. He was in for the shock of a lifetime when he finally did wake up.

 

[Chamorus the Cat]

James awoke with a start. He was far too warm in his bed and it was soon obvious why. Well, there was a threesome of perfectly naked neko lying all about him. The foot in his face, of course, was the- wait a minute. He began to trace the events of the previous day back towards its logical beginning. Out of bed, into shower, breakfast, work, lunch, work, walking home, kittens, internet then... His initial start had faded. Unlike most, he didn't freak out; freaking out was bad. Freaking out was stupid. Freaking out wasn't going to make this situation worse. Worse? A voice was nagging at him. Was this a dream? It'd have to be. So groping the little one's smallish breast would... whoa. That felt awfully real.

He blinked in surprised and kept his hands to himself. He cleared his throat. Of course, no one would stir. They were cats. He kept clearing his throat, getting a little louder than before, until it was a raucous "AHEM!" that would stir the first. The oldest sister was likely just playing as though she were sleeping, enjoying the moment or something. Oh, James would soon know all about her.

When he finally had their attention, he calmly asked, "What um... what are you doing in my bed?"

 

[Fancy_Brat]

For a while, it seemed as though the girls did not hear him, though his gentle groping on the youngest one's breasts got a little groan. He was actually right on the money with the eldest one, who just wanted to rest a little bit longer here. It was pretty comfortable after all, resting in a nice warm bed with James, who gave off his own warmth as well. As for the middle one, she really was out like a light. It wasn't until the final 'AHEM' that the three girls each jumped a little, giving a little look to the source. The youngest one on his chest was the first to say something. "Aw...I was so comfortable too..." She pouted softly, resting her chin on his chest still. The eldest giggled a little, not doing a good job of hiding the fact she was faking her sleep. "It's so noisy first thing in the morning...?" The middle girl was not in the least bit pleased about being disturbed, especially when she was sleeping so well. "Ah! What was that for? Now my ears are ringing..." she muttered, gently scratching behind them both.

And then the question was brought up. They all stared back at him like he was a loony. "Um...did you already forget?" the eldest asked. "You're the wonderful human that took us in from the rain. My, it was so cold outside I thought we'd freeze to death." The way she sounded so happy to recall that memory was odd. "Besides, we were here first." the middle one replied, grumbling a little as she knew she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep anytime soon.

 

[Chamorus the Cat]

James had a mile-long stare. His eyes finally blinked closed and held shut for a passing moment before they reopened. "I need to get ready for work," he announced flatly. He mulled over the idea of them being... well, very pretty girls. Pretty wasn't the word for all three; the little one was pretty. The oldest was hot, in that way that "milfs" were hot. The middle was neither, being some sort of punky, sporty in-between. James washed himself off, still staring off in confusion as he brushed his teeth and got finished dressing. He put on his coat at last. "Um. Tuna's in the cupboard, milk's in the fridge," he said.

He went through the day like a zombie. Kittens one minute, women the next? That couldn't be possible. His return trip home felt awkward; he knew they'd be cats once more when he returned home. He had been feverish from the sudden rain! Yeah, that was it! He'd be fine and they'd be... oh, they weren't cats. He stood with the door open for a minute, then quickly shut it behind himself, as quietly as he could manage.

"Oh, you're still women," he said, rubbing the back of his head thoughtfully. Black hair was ruffled that way. "Alright, that's cool," he said.

 

[Fancy_Brat]

James's stare was met with a similar response from all three of the girls. They said not a word as he tried to sort out all his thoughts. He was surprisingly calm for someone that had three naked beauties in his bed all of a sudden, though he was still debating whether this was real or not. "Eh? Work? What's that? Is it tasty?" the youngest one asked. She would get no answer, as James was already crawling out of bed and getting ready for the day. It was almost as though he was used to having them around, but at the same time, he had to be in utter shock. At the mention of tuna and milk however, they all seemed to perk up a little. They would certainly check each while James was gone.

The second he left, the three girls went about, seeking out the tuna and milk that James had offered. The eldest one, or as James labeled her: the 'milf', was the one to find the milk in the fridge. However, she did not close it after taking out the milk. The middle one, or the 'punk' got the tuna. And thus, a glorious feast began. For whatever cans of tuna they managed to find, they did not leave a drop of it in the can. As for the milk, they each took their turns drinking straight from the carton, though there were a few times they had spilled over the floor or themselves. And that was the sight James would walk home to see, each of the girls staring back at him. "Found the tun and the milk!" the youngest one said.

 

[Chamorus the Cat]

"You -ate- all day?" he asked. Images flashed through his mind. H-horrible images of starving cats that had eaten too much. He clutched his stomach, hoping they wouldn't get as sick as he felt he was. He sat down on the edge of his leather sofa, the one behind the windows that were frosted white. He ran his hand against his face. "Um..." he said, wondering how to call them to order. "Here... kittens..." he said before letting out a long sigh. This was... certainly an interesting predicament. It could have been much worse, right?

 

[Fancy_Brat]

Despite the obvious disbelief in his voice, the girls didn't seem all too worried. "Eh...well you didn't really tell us anything else except where the food was." The eldest one spoke up. As expected, her voice was as mature as her body. "Was that...the wrong thing to do?" They watched as he moved toward the couch, taking a set and calling them over. 'Kittens' would do fine for now. "What is it? What do you need?" the middle one asked, apparently still annoyed about this morning's events.

 

[Chamorus the Cat]

That middle one was a brat. He wrinkled his nose at her. "Right," he said. "Well. I'm a little new to this; I sorta thought I had picked up kittens, right? I'm not... mad, mind you. I just... Well, I need to go out and get more food. I certainly wasn't expecting you to eat all of the tuna. Is there... anything else you want? Also, can... can we close the refrigerator after we've gotten what we want out? And... and put things back in the fridge when we're done? I-if they're not empty, of course..." He bit on his lip. Was this going anywhere? Fuck it.

He picked up the TV remote. Big Cat Week was on NatGeo, so they'd have something awesome to watch, at least. He handed the eldest the remote and then gave them all a pat on the head. "I'm gonna go grab some supplies," he said, donning his coat and grabbing the reusable bags. "You three can figure out the remote... I'll be back in a bit..." And with that, he disappeared out the front door yet again.

 

[Fancy_Brat]

The middle girl seemed to wrinkle her nose right back at him, though she most likely did not know what it meant. For the moment, James would have three naked catgirls circling around him, neither of them ashamed in the least bit about her nakedness. And while they thought nothing of his occasional stuttering, their bodies were certainly having an effect on a healthy young male like him. "Uh...well anything should be fine." the oldest said. "As long as it tastes good." the middle one added. As for the fridge, they were clueless. It was still left open as he was scolding them.

Their attention quickly shifted to the TV as he turned it on, the images of numerous big cats appearing onscreen. Their eyes widened with wonder as they all scrambled over in front of the TV, sitting a little too close. With the eldest girl holding the remote, she was in control, but she didn't even know what all these buttons were for. After accidentally raising the volume too loud, they didn't mess with it much after that. Their ears were extremely sensitive after all. Once they got the buttons for changing channels, they were spending a little time on each channel, being exposed to a great number of different programs.

 

[Chamorus the Cat]

James thought his situation through as the cashier rung up three gallons of milk. "Havin' a party?" she asked. James couldn't really laugh at the joke; after all, it's the same joke that every cashier made at least once in their time doing the job. He forced a smile, but it didn't look... quite right. Yes, he thought to himself, they'll just have to go. After a week, they should be able to... to march out naked into the world?

"I wonder if they can turn back into cats," he mumbled to himself.

"What was that?" the cashier asked.

Surprised, but again not showing his surprise, "I said that I should have brought more bags," he lied smoothly, putting the different foods into his reusable bags. It'll be much easier on them, to go through life as cats... he thought to himself, putting the last of the food away. After paying, he picked up the bags and headed home. All in all, the walk was good for him; let him clear his head and so on.

When he arrived home, he went to the fridge. They were likely too busy to notice him. Typical cat behavior, right? He put the food away, not having to bother opening the door as it had been left open. Once it was all away, he turned back to them. "So, what trouble did you three get into while I was gone?"

 

[Fancy_Brat]

As James walked back into his apartment room, he may have been surprised to notice that the girls were still in the same spot he left them, staring intently as an advertisement flashed on screen. In the meantime, James was free to place the milk cartons in the fridge left ajar. Each of them, aside from the youngest one were distracted with the TV. She actually went up to meet him, watching him curiously as he placed the milk inside and closed the door. "Trouble? Er...we didn't do anything...I think." she said. It was then that the other two girls noticed him, managing to peel their eyes off the TV. "Oh, you're back." Obviously, the middle one wasn't too excited. The eldest always seemed to be in a good mood.

"Oh, this...TV? We were watching a lot of different things here. Game shows...ads...there are other things too..." The eldest one tried listing off everything, though it was surprising she remembering even those even if James hadn't told her what to call this box. "Oh, and there were a lot of commercials about the internet...? What's the internet?" she asked. In that moment, the room fell silent, and James would feel their staring eyes on him once again.

 

[Chamorus the Cat]

"Oh," he said. The first thing that popped into his mind was a meme. Thanks, Internet. "Well, you see, the Internet..." is a series of tubes... He shook his head. "It's a network of computers. They work together to share information." He was walking towards the computer. Once all three had gathered round (and he thought he'd cleared his browser history far enough back), he gave them a brief lecture on operating the browser. He had his laptop which he did most of his work on, so this old junker would do for them, should they find some way to trash it.

He was halfway through his lecture when he started to yawn. By the time he was finished, even they could tell he'd need help into bed.

 

[Fancy_Brat]

"Oh?" They continued to stare at him. "The internet is...oh?" That wasn't even close to being a little funny. "Network of computers..." the middle one repeated, with surprising articulation. Where in the world did she hear something like that anyway? In any case, the three of them quickly gathered around the computer, eager to see this wondrous thing that had been talked about so much. While one would think it may have been difficult to teach these girls (who were formerly cats) to use the internet, they did not raise any questions. They noticed that he was rather tired, and it didn't look like he would make it to the bed, even if it was just a short walk away. The eldest one and the youngest each helped to at least lay him down on it, while the middle girl began searching already. Whether James dozed off or not, the girls scrambled around the computer, ready to spend the entire night surfing the web if left alone with it.

 

[Chamorus the Cat]

He slept. While he slept, James dreamed of those three girls. Except, whenever they spoke, it was in lolcat. He awoke a few times with a start, with the room dark save for the monitor. "Are... are the three of you still up?" he asked, blinked his sleepy eyes at them. Before they could even answer, he had drifted off to sleep yet again. He dreamed again, but this time it was nowhere near as innocent as lolcats. However, it was infinitely more entertaining. He awoke, groaning sullenly.

"What day is it?" he asked no one in particular. He'd woken up without his alarm and on time, to boot. Lucky him. He sat up to take inventory of his 'kittens', to see which, if any, were still up and surfing the internet.

 

[Fancy_Brat]

And since James was out for the whole night, the girls pretty much stayed up on the computer the whole time, looking through random searches as well as Jame's browsing history. He hadn't deleted what he probably would have liked, and these girls got to see it all. At the one time he woke up, they still had their eyes glued to the screen, almost too busy 'studying' to respond.

As morning came around, he'd notice that the eldest and the youngest girls had taken their spots on the bed with him, having gotten tired eventually. The eldest one was asleep at the computer table, the monitor still on, with the Nyan Cat song on repeat. Whatever they happened to search up was unknown to him, until he checked the browsing history of course. The eldest one stirred a little, her eyes fluttering open to look up at James. "Mmm...I believe today...is Caturday, Master." Jokes aside, where did 'Master' come from? Was that something they were looking up?

 

[Chamorus the Cat]

"Saturday?" he asked groggily. He'd forgotten his memes. Well, since it was Saturday, he snuggled into his pillow a little more. His hand rested on a breast of one of the kittens. He wasn't even sure what he'd laid it on, but it was nice and warm and breast-like. Very nice. He smiled to himself, having nice daydreams until he began to drift off to sleep again. He hadn't thought those kittens could get up to much trouble. After all, humans could only take in so much information in a night; also, what would they check for anyway?

James groaned, reaching down to adjust himself in his boxers. It was odd and not the least bit hard to keep from getting... hard... around them, but he was managing well enough, sans morning wood. There'd always be morning wood.

Though, the more he thought, the more he couldn't sleep. He had personal projects he could work on. He climbed out of bed. He'd grown used to having to crawl down the bed lengthwise in order to escape; it was hard to carefully crawl over catgirls and they had him boxed in. A quick shower and a change into some comfy clothes to lounge around in. He pondered about food, looking for something he could make for the four of them. The kitchen was better stocked, now, of course, but instead of one mouth, he had four. Four, four, four, four. He hmm'd a moment then pulled a frozen pizza from the freezer.

Pizza for breakfast!

 

[Fancy_Brat]

The eldest one sat up as well, moving to her hands and knees as she stretched out in glorious display next to James. It was almost as though she were willingly presenting herself to him like this. "That's right...Saturday." The youngest one groaned softly as James found her breasts once again, though she still was asleep. Whatever she was dreaming of, it must have been nice, as she had a very playful expression on her face as she slept. The eldest could see that he was trying to adjust himself somewhat, tilting her head to the side slightly. "Oh...you must have slept very nice tonight huh, Master?" she asked in a playful manner.

When he had finished his shower, the other two girls had woken up already, having been woken up by the sound of the shower going on. And as if reading his mind, the all followed him over to the kitchen, peeking over his shoulder as he pulled out the pizza from the freezer. "Oh oh! That looks tasty!" the youngest one said. "Don't you remember what it's called...? That's pizza..." the middle one said, still a little groggy herself.

 

[Chamorus the Cat]

James sighed to himself as they hovered around him. He pulled a knife from a drawer, slipping it through the thin sheet of clear plastic wrap that had protected the pizza to open it with a quick cut across. He prepped the cooking sheet and placed the frozen pizza on it; he'd gotten to pre-heating the oven before they had arrived, so it was almost the right temperature to cook. "You three need names," he said. He'd been mulling that over for some time now. "It's getting sort of tiring, trying to remember each of you on just how you... look," he said, realizing at that moment how long he'd been staring at the oldest's over-sized tits.

He shook his head and sniffled. He covered a dry cough with the back of his hand, then he cleared his throat to continue. "I think you'll make an excellent Angel," he said. He sniffed again, feeling as though he'd caught a bug. "You," he said, looking at the little sister... "Are Callie." He looked at the second sister and bit on his lip, trying to come up with something. Instead, he went into a coughing fit and struggled towards the bed.

 

[Fancy_Brat]

As ordinary as cutting off the plastic wrap was for James, it was completely new for the three cat girls. Or maybe they were just excited about getting food to eat. And once he had finished placing it in the oven, his attention was brought back to the girls. "Eh? Names? Do you really think so, Master?" the eldest one asked. Little did she know he was mesmerized by her huge breasts. but even if she did notice, maybe she wouldn't mind anyway. "Well, if that's the case, what kind of names did you have in mind?" The three of them simply stared like they usually did.

Of course, as most pets could, they could tell if there was something wrong with their owners. His cough was more than enough of a hint. "Is there something wrong, Master? Perhaps you didn't get much sleep last night?" At least his cough didn't seem too serious. "Angel?" the eldest asked. Perhaps her pure white hair gave him that impression, but it was questionable whether angels were built like her. Now named Callie, the youngest looked quite pleased with her new name. The middle sister would not get her name just yet, and she was clearly annoyed by that fact. But even so, they still looked rather concerned with him now as he staggered towards his bed. "Master? Are you all right?" Angel asked, coming up at his side to support him.

 

[Chamorus the Cat]

"Yes, that's it," he said as he lied in bed. Another wheezing cough wracked through him as he snuggled under the covers and began to shiver. "L-listen," he told them. "When the oven begins to beep, the food's done. Can... can one of you get it out? You... You need to wear oven mitts," he explained. He wasn't quite sure what they'd learned yet, even though they'd seemed to learn a lot from the internet the night before. It seemed to James that it was a rather typical pace, since humans learned about as fast when they stopped looking at pictures of cats or porn. "They're hanging on the handle... Ca-careful, because everything will be real hot in there and I don't want anyone getting burned..." He wondered if that'd explain things well enough. "Can one of you figure out how to cut the pizza without cutting yourself?" he asked, worried now. He wished he wasn't as sick as he suddenly felt. "You... could do that, couldn't you, Himiko?" he asked the middle kitten.

Before long, though, he was too tired to fight sleep. As his eyes closed, he began to dream feverish dreams. Little Callie in his lap, riding him hard and moaning whorishly, with the foulest little mouth in the world saying things that made James blush in his dream. And then Himiko, also in his lap, but with her ass facing him, her hips rising and falling faster and faster, until the plump, strong rump was wobbling with the forceful impacts. Best of all was Angel, who used mouth and hands and tits to do amazing things to please him. Those dreams were... were something else entirely! He'd get no rest, not even in his dreams.

He awoke several hours later, that afternoon. A whole Saturday wasted. It was almost enough to make a grown man cry! "No..."

 

[Fancy_Brat]

After getting him into the bed, the three girls all came around him, watching as he crawled into the covers. They could not believe he had gotten this sick already. "Oh, I'll take care of that." Angel said. "I can handle more cooking if you want me to." It just so happened that one thing Angel picked up was how to cook some meals, along with working the oven and other things. Perhaps James wouldn't have to worry about cooking for them as much now, but of course she hadn't cooked anything before. "Don't worry. I can handle that." Now turning to Himiko, she was given her own little instructions. While the two didn't exactly get along that well, she did like the name, and she didn't exactly enjoy seeing him like this. "Yeah...I can do that." she said, already heading off to the kitchen to look for the right knife. Angel and Callie still stayed with him until he fell asleep before heading off to take care of the food.

James would find that he wasn't alone in bed. Himiko lay there on his chest, having her own little nap. At his side was a little plate with a slice of pizza, close enough for him to reach it. "Oh? You're awake now Master." Angel walked into the room, a gentle smile on her face. "She made sure to save you a slice, and she kept saying how she wanted to make you feel better. There was something she read about on the computer that she wanted to try once you woke up." As if on cue, Himiko stirred a little, slowly opening her eyes to see James. "Eh...are you feeling any better?" she asked, gently placing her hand on his head. "Still a little warm..."

 

[Chamorus the Cat]

James used his arms to push himself upright in bed. He grunted as he moved, until his back was against the headboard. "Mmf. I'm fine, don't worry," he said as Himiko put a hand to his head. "It's not much of a fever, I'm sure." It'd come on sudden but left just as quick. Had it been some sort of bug? He stretched, lifting his arms above his head as his mouth gaped open to yawn. "I can't believe I slept that long. This sucks." Since Himiko had stayed so close to him and, because he hadn't shown her much affection before, he reached out to pet her, rubbing her ears and cheek with his long fingers. "What have you three been up to since I was out?" He did a quick glance of the room, mentally inventorying all of his things to make sure they were still there. He'd password protected his laptop long ago, so he didn't worry about them playing around with that. The other PC, of course, they had claimed.

 

[Fancy_Brat]

And as James pushed himself up, Himiko wasn't too far behind, still clinging to him. It was good to see that with just a little rest, he was already feeling a little better. "Well that's good. You must be hungry then after how long you were sleeping Master." she said, pushing the plate a little closer to him. Luckily, whatever he had caught didn't seem to be affecting the girls. A fever would normally be a bit more severe on a cat, but with them being human now, their immune systems had to have gotten stronger. And despite starting off on the wrong foot, Himiko definitely enjoyed having her ears scratched. She went ahead and pushed her head into his hand more, seeking as much attention as she could get. "Ah...I'm almost jealous." Angel said, watching the two of them. "Uh...well after eating, Himiko tried to look up different ways to heal sicknesses. But we couldn't do anything with you asleep, and we weren't about to wake you up when you need your rest."