[center]Cat’s in the Bagged[/center] Power, tried and true. Immense, powerful, muscles mustering strength to propel the feline through the park. Bright green grass crunches under digitigrade paws. Wind whistles around his pointed ears. Yet another day of Oskar’s exercise taking him along the compacted dirt pathway to artificial Glass Lake. Running around the gravel edges of the created waterway with only the black blur of his reflection following him, the silver earring and studs jingle gently. Around the curvature of the lake with green eyes forward. Forward only... Unable to watch his back. Emerald irises on shamrock sclera hone solely on the path before them. Pupils narrow. Misty twilight night creeps around him. Humidity wraps around, dampening the green sweatshirt and tan cargo pants the cat wears. Clinging, heavy, and hindering. Slowing down, the black cat’s tail tensely flicks to and fro... Bumping another leg. Spinning on his paw pads with a feline’s slender grace, the black tabby’s eyes narrow. Staring intently at... nothing. Purple eyes relax, the pupils widen. One foot, then another, and the feline turns himself to continue his path. “Perfect.” Ears twitching, the cat’s head cocks back. “Oi! Who’s the prick tailing me?” ... ... ... “Hmph!” Stretching his legs, the cat pats his pants, brushes his tail with his digits, and starts to slowly build up speed again. What began as two sets of paws slamming the ground turns into one. Abating mist reveals only the normal, dirt pathway. Winding round and round up to a fork. Left, a cityscape full of neon and the smell of hot rubber. Right, a quiet row of quaint, white houses. Prying a phone free from his pocket, Oskar holds it up to his face. Kicking up dirt as he jogs in place, the cat’s emerald pupils narrow at the face of the phone. “Only around six? Guess it’s around time to head home...” Turning left, Oskar takes a deep breath. Licking his lips, the feline’s fire blazes inside... as he walks to the right. Ears twitching, purple irises lock onto his destination following a near full rotation of his body. Home. Only a few meters away. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rugged earth gives way to smooth concrete. Trees to planks painted a sleek, shiny white. Reaching the gate, the cat watches the silvery steel latch open of its own accord, the gate swinging into the yard of the property on well-oiled hinges. Stepping along the smooth stone pathway, the feline ignores the well-cut lawn, the row of bushes dotted by blackberries, and sagging lawn chair. Wind whispers nothing into the black cat’s tall, pointed ears. Nothing that weighs heavy on the mind of the feline. Heavy enough to hold down any other thoughts than getting home. Home, where his paws inexorably carry him toward. Where the heart lies, and where he belongs. Violet eyes narrow on the brass doorhandle getting closer. Depressing the lever, the white block of wood finally moves aside. Time at last to enter the house. Blurry picture frames go by. Eyelids become heavy. Spinning and swirling around... Around... Around... Until Oskar falls over. Spots of brown, pink, purple, and silver flash in the cat’s dreams. Dreams that whisper nothing into the black cat’s brain. Whispers and laughter, falling into darkness alongside the cat. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Weary eyes narrow and focus. Stretching and shuddering, Oskar works out the stiffness from a long rest. Yawning as he cleans his messy fur. Grunting, as his jaw stings stretching it. “Ah... The fuck?” Clicking his tongue, the bristles release a salty taste. One paw pressed to his temple, Oskar wanders through the organized chaos of his bedroom. Passing by the window over the cityscape and all its neon glory. Even by day, a bright yellow sign advertising beer and pretzels flashes straight at him and his brown brick apartment building. “Hey, Oskar! Why’d you get back so late?” A grunt. A shrug. Moving on. “Oskar, bud? You all right there?” Nod. Thumbs-up. Wave while going past. “Made sure to lock the door behind you. Try not to forget next time!” Growling. Sneering. Ignoring. Beyond the roommates, through the halls, and winding around. Stumbling through long, narrow halls. Stuttering with his mind racing through a narrow corridor. Splotches of violet appear through his vision and bubble up into green. Green bubbles pop, sinking and slumbering within violet splotches. Distant, desperate, drained. Wandering into the restroom, staring at the mirror, and gazing at the reflection gazing back. The off reflection. Oddly messy, terribly sticky, and with all the life of a zombie. Barely a thought in his head. Plenty of life in his soles. Shameless bravado pushing his roommates aside, the springy cat catapults out for yet another day. More eager than ever before to start his jogging routine again. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Emerald irises on shamrock sclera hone solely on the path before them. Pupils narrow. Misty twilight night creeps around him. Sweet smoke with catnip’s captivating call. Heavy smoke, frying the cat’s mind. Luring, lulling smoke, mystifying the way around once again. Around Glass Lake, along the packed earth path, looking left and running right, the white fences, and a clear vision. Purple and brown fur. Violet pupils gazing down from the slightly taller tanuki. Glaring down, with the force of a hurricane barreling at Oskar with full intensity. Raging, roiling thoughts spinning with destructive force to pry Oskar’s will asunder. Calm, collected center creating tranquility. Tranquility unbound as not a single question entered the cat’s thoughts while he steps across the threshold of the same white house. “Already been a month, has it?” “Meow?” “You’ve been pretty entertaining this entire time. Hmmmm... Probably about time I just take it out... Lucky you, getting to remember your visit this time!” Beats pounding in Oskar’s ears slam his psyche over and over. One after another. Each in his head. His mind. Brain... Pounding to the beat of a big, violet brain in his mind’s eye. A massive mass of neurons. Weighty, oppressive thoughts, shielding and sequestering the feline mind away. Hidden behind gale force walls of thought, a storm of self wailing uselessly outside, unable to break through. Purple penis and large balls covered in brown fur. Lugging a pair of soccer balls and a broadsword around must be tiring. Three distracting, enticing rings of violet interrupting the swishing, fluffy, brown tail. Enervation piles atop Oskar in waves, leaving the feline more tired by the minute. Purple brain pressing down on a mint green one, reaching further in. Tugging and prying at it. Leading it around with a collar of thought. Three distracting, enticing rings of violet binding the smaller brain. Creaking stairs and groaning wood give way to a cool air and gentle mains hum all around. White chrome on every wall. Copper wires buzzing with power on the ceiling. Sleek steel holding numerous flashing lights and dark green circuit boards. Teal ooze contained in clear glass jars suspend pieces of rainbows inside each of them. Big pieces, small pieces. Wrinkly pieces, smooth pieces. Red, green, blue. Yellow, cyan, magenta. Floating freely, thinking minimally. Just with a sea of saluting figures standing in front of them. Welcoming them. “At ease... Welcome on in, Oskar will be joining you all shortly. One of you make some space in one of the newer jars for him.” Shuffling out of sight. Scrambling where only his ears can detect. Rush of water, gush of some formula. Buzz of machinery and a red glow. Tugging on that brain, that feline mind, he goes over. Limply wandering after that tanuki. After that bigger, powerful, heavier brain. Force of will and a force of nature at once. Oskar’s knees grow cold. The tanuki towers even greater over him than before. Slightly chubby with broad shoulders and a well-defined chest. Digitigrade legs carry him to a plush seat. Tubes and tweezers from the machine are deftly twirled in his soft, fluffy hands. Twirling closer to Oskar. “I’m Theo. Your new Master. Don’t worry. I’ll treat both your brain and body well~” Blank, empty, calm. Nothing to stir the cat’s mind or break him away from Theo’s control. Nothing to stop that raccoon dog from carefully wedging that tube atop the cat’s head. Nothing to... Every reason to allow that green sludge to slowly coat his scalp. Seep into and numb that feline’s head. Icy tingling slowly stunning Oskar and leaving him a dazed wreck. So long as his brain refuses to cooperate. Without a brain, however... Sludge slowly hardens into a block of gelatinous jade. Wiggling and dancing with the tweezers carefully tugging it. Prying it away. Alongside the skullcap it coats. Tug here, wiggle there, push then, and pull now. [b]POP![/b] No more resistance. No more tension. Licking his lips, the tanuki’s cock hardens. Easily growing a few inches staring straight at that bundle of nerves. A throbbing, mint green mass of arousal. Free from their confines. Free to be itself. Free to belong to himself. Dancing digits on both hands eagerly start exploring those wrinkles. Prods on the frontals with the cat drooling. Pokes to the occipital lobe seeing the cat’s eyes spin. Preening those temporal lobes, the cat meows loudly. “Relax. It’ll be out soon. It’ll be where it always should’ve been.” Digits drenched in cerebrospinal fluid, the tanuki feels the heat, the weight, of the cat in his palms. Plying his fingers a tad deeper in places, holding it a tad longer than necessary. Taking into sight approximately 86 billion cells of his new servant. Those neurons and glial cells. Those different parts all communicate with each other. A whole self. Oskar. His whole cat. Those different parts dancing to his tune as his fingers wander those hemispheres, delving into those parietal lobes and cerebellum. Slowly prying away those neurons and glial cells away from the rest of the feline form. Pulling with his fingers, gripping it with all the force necessary. Digits drenched in cerebrospinal fliud, the tanuki feels the heat, the weight, of the cat in his palms. Free from that body. Glancing over to the rows of jars, Theo smirks. Breathing in deeply while the cat’s body twitches and shudders. Inconsistent babbling grows distant. The throbbing mass in his hands grows louder. “Hmmmmm... Well, I can add you in soon enough. In the meantime...” The throbbing mass around his dick squeezes harder. Inconsistent moaning rises from the tanuki’s throat. Breathing in deeply while his hips thrust, those large balls swinging wildly. That dick plunging in deeply. Glancing at the now gaping, wrinkly, mint green, cat toy coated in his precum. Theo smirks. “Welcome to my group, Oskar. Hope you don’t mind getting a bit sticky. I have a feeling I’m going to love taking a lot of personal time with you~”