It's a beautiful day outside; the sun is shining brightly in the sky above, leaving nothing but the slightest hint of cloud to darken its brightness. The air itself feels warm and comfortable as it flows around you through your open window into the living room where you're sitting on your couch watching a movie on your wide television screen. A slight smile is plastered on your face as the sound from your television plays towards your ears. Beside you, an ice-cold glass of lemonade beside you along with a bowl of popcorn. You take another sip of the drink before reaching for some more popcorn that sits nearby within easy reach while enjoying every moment of this wonderful afternoon.
As luck would have it, your glass turns up empty just as you finish eating half the bag. It was time to refill, so you get off of your seat and make your way over to the kitchen counter next to the sink which has everything needed including cups, glasses, bowls and plates all neatly stacked away inside one drawer after another. However, as you begin refilling your drink of lemonade, something catches your attention when you hear a noise coming from downstairs in your attic.  Pausing momentarily at the sound and grabbing a handful of popcorn, you move towards the descending stairs to take a peek at what's going on.
With your phone light steady in your hand, you make your way down the steps carefully, making sure not to trip as you descend. Your heartbeat intensifies with each step further downward, holding onto the railing tightly as you continue walking. Eventually, you reach the bottom step and swept your light around the room. The space is small, almost claustrophobic feeling due to how little there was to your attic except for boxes filled with various items and furniture pieces stored away. Yet, the sight of movement caught by your flashlight makes your heart skip a beat. You can't help yourself but let out a gasp followed closely by a short scream as you see a black cat scurrying about, meowing softly as he runs across your floor. His eyes shine blue, his tail wagging frantically behind him. Finally, noticing you standing right beneath him, he freezes and smiles, staring back at you curiously.
"Meow?" he meows at you, as if begging for food or treats, not surprising you considering how hungry he must be judging by his slightly frazzled fur. Your heart melts slightly at the sight of the cute little kitty and you reach out to pat him gently on the head before motioning him to follow you upstairs.
This isn't the first time you'd seen this particular stray black cat roam around your house. Despite your continuous efforts to tightly lock all your doors and windows each night so no intruders could get inside, somehow the curious feline always manages to slip through the cracks. You don't know if you should be impressed or concerned. Thankfully, the cat never made too much of a mess whenever he was around your place. You mostly find him laying quietly on top of one of your couches near the window, watching you with his bright blue eyes like a security camera monitoring your every movement. He's grown on you and soon enough, you'd usually pour some water into a bowl whenever he came around and give him a treat or two every now and then too. He's almost a perfect pet to you even though he's always sneaking in and out your house to who knows where.
The cat follows closely behind you, meowing softly as he goes, until finally coming to a halt at the door leading to your kitchen. You open it, revealing the light interior beyond. In here, almost everything looks to be in place: the fridge, oven, microwave, cupboards, sink… you name it. The only unusual addition to your kitchen is the two small bowls on the floor in the corner reserved for the cat. He takes note of this immediately, and runs straight for them, eating and drinking the contents from them that you prepared earlier. You watch him do this for a few moments before you feel a vibration in your pocket.
Your hand reaches down into the fabric of your pants, where you pull out your smartphone. You glance at your screen briefly before bring the device closer to your eye again. Weird. There's a notification waiting for you, but its for a new application that has somehow been installed without your knowledge. Curious, you enter your passcode to unlock your phone and scroll through the dozens of apps on your homescreen resisting the urge to open up Reddit. You reach the very end of your homescreen, your eyes locking onto an icon resembling a clipart of an eye on top of a dark red background. Underneath, a single word.
MetaNav.
You must've accidentally downloaded a virus. Sure, you recognise the app name but that's because it only exists in a video game. Your knowledge on Persona 5 may be a bit rusty but you're pretty certain that it's used by the Phantom Thieves to travel to the fictional "Metaverse". As much as you want to believe otherwise, they simply weren't real. You shake your head in disbelief, reaching out to delete the app from your phone only to find that it won't let you. You try to swipe across it to remove it from your screen, yet nothing happens.
What does it mean? Why can't you delete it?! You look around the room, noticing the stray cat sitting on your table right behind you, looking at the phone screen curiously.
"That's weird?" you mutter under your breath, your fingers trembling ever so slightly over the icon. But before you could even tap on it, you felt a furry paw knock your phone out of your hand, sending it hurdling towards the ground. Before you know it, the cat leaps towards your phone, catching it with his mouth, its ears twitching excitedly as it runs away from you. Without hesitation, you chase after him while the cat darted away from you, running towards your bedroom. You quickly follow, sprinting and making your way towards your bedroom.
"Please don't leave!" you call out to the black feline holding your phone captive, "I really need it!"
You're hoping your pleas toward the cat would work, which thankfully did not go unnoticed. He pauses midstep on your bed blankets and turns around facing you, phone still in mouth. He spits it out and drops it right in front of you, tail wagging as if he pleased you called out to him. But just when you're about to grab your phone back, he smacks your hands away and uses his forepaws to tap out four numbers on the numeric keypad displayed on the touch screen: your passcode. You don't recall ever giving him that kind of information or why he even knows how to operate your phone in the first place, but right now you just wanted your phone back. You watch as he reaches for the MetaNav app and taps his paw on it, opening it up for the first time.
The world around starts transforming into something else entirely, as colours of red, black and white swirls together into a swirling vortex of chaos. For a few seconds, it's almost impossible to see anything clearly, except for yourself and the cat standing beside you. The cat looks at you with curiosity as the colour begins to fade and you find yourself surrounded in a completely new environment. Gone are the walls of your bedroom, instead now replaced with giant bookcases filled with bookshelves, each shelf stacked high with thick paperbacks. The space increased exponentially in the blink of a moment, turning the whole area into a magical library of some sorts.
All around you, you could see a few people walking around aimlessly, their faces buried in various books. Their heads move left and right like they were reading every single page on display, but they didn't seem to notice you either. They seemed more preoccupied with whatever was written within those pages rather than paying attention to other things going on outside the confines of the shelves.
"Oh, there you are!" you hear a voice call out your name to you. You turn around and saw an anthropomorphic small biped black cat approaching you from the hallway. You notice he's wearing a yellow scarf around its neck and a black mask that covers most of his spherical head expect for the bottom half of his face. You can see his utility belt wrapped around his waist while his long tail hangs freely behind him, walking towards you happily.
You stare at him wide-eyed for several seconds before clearing your throat. "Is that really you, Morgana? What's going on?"
Morgana stops right in front of you and smiles, looking up at your concerned but curious face. "Out of all the times I've snuck into your house, you'd never put two and two together even after what you know."
"Huh?" you gasp, staring down at the black cat in shock. "That shouldn't be possible. You're supposed to be-"
"A video game character?" Morgana finishes your sentence with a chuckle, "Yeah, well I don't know why I'm here either, on your Earth. All I remember is that something went horribly wrong when we tried to enter someone's palace. Then suddenly I woke up in your neighbourhood, so I snuck around inside people's houses. You were one of the only people I've met who gave me food even though I looked like a normal cat to you."
You listen intently as Morgana continues telling you everything he remembers since waking up on this alternate world. "And then last night, I came across your home and found you sleeping in the living room," Morgana said, pointing at the spot where you slept earlier today, "So I did a little digging and I opened up your computer. I looked through your Internet history and... you have interesting tastes, eh?"
You gulp. Even though you live alone in your house, you didn't think that you needed to give your computer a password or delete any browser histories. After all, no-one really came to your house to hang out and therefore the risk of your privacy violated was very low. No-one except you and Morgana had access to your computer and you certainly didn't expect a seemingly normal black cat to turn on a computer, let alone use one.
"You love looking at pictures of feet and paws," Morgana teases, his eyes gleaming mischievously. Your cheeks burn red in response, unable to look away from the very things he's accusing you of loving, "Some of them are even about me, in this form. I bet right now you fantasising having my small furry feet shoved into your face, huh?"
"What?! That's..." you try to protest, but Morgana just laughs again, making you feel embarrassed about being caught doing such naughty stuff online. But Morgana doesn't stop teasing you, continuing to poke fun at you. It takes a lot of effort not to lash out in anger, fear or from pure embarrassment, especially considering he's right. There were hundreds of photos featuring a wide variety of cute furry characters teasing or doing something with their feet and paws, but the fact that Morgana saw at least one where his adorable toes and paws were put on full display made you blush even harder.
You want to shrivel up and hide somewhere but Morgana senses your reluctancy to embrace your kinks and puts on a more empathetic smile. He leans over and whispers slowly to you, "It's a bit weird, I have to admit, but I won't judge. Besides, you've been nothing but nice to me."
His cute white toes wiggle in plain sight, anticipating what he's about to ask you. He grabs a nearby stack of books, turning it into a makeshift chair before sitting down on it, "Well, if you want to worship them for real, then what are you waiting for? Go ahead and smell them!"
"Are you su-"
"C'mon, don't be shy," Morgana insists, holding up one of his hands up, motioning you to come over, "But… I want you to get down on all fours and crawl to me."
With trembling legs, you do as you're told and drop to your knees in front of him. His smirk turning arrogantly smug, he lifts his foot and plants it firmly on your face, forcing pressure just underneath your nose. His toes cupped your nostrils, giving you the pleasure of smelling where the scent is the strongest. The heady combination of sweat, and unwashed kitty fur hits your nostrils immediately, making you cough a little before you plunge further taking even deeper sniffs, trying to get high off the euphoric smell that feels your senses. As you continue sniffing, you feel Morgana's tail brush against your cheek, tickling slightly but making the experience much more stimulating.
"I can tell you're loving this, aren't you? Being dominated by me in your palace, as if your true twisted desire is to submit to me."
You moan in pleasure, not having any care in the world about anything else but the feeling of being buried until the cat's warm hindpaws. It's almost too much, causing your heart rate skyrocket while your breathing becomes shallow and erratic.
Morgana giggles at your reaction, and shifts his feet downwards, gently prodding his toes on your lips "Mmm, why don't you have a taste of my paws? I got them all sweaty today and I need someone to take care of them for me."
He leans forward again, pressing more of his weight against your face. This time you don't fight it, instead opening your mouth and moaning softly as you begin licking Morgana's foot, tasting the concentrated foot sweat that lingers on his paws. Meanwhile, his other foot stayed near your nostrils, the ripe smell keeping you in a bliss state, sending shivers through your body as his fur tickles your nose. You close your eyes, focusing only on stimulating your sense of smell, taste, and touch taking in the pleasurable sensation of cleaning Morgana's paws with your tongue. Before long, you hear Morgana enjoy himself too, humming and purring softly and contently but that soon ended when his two paws slid off your face.
Noticing the lack of stimulation and pressure on your face, you open your eyes and find yourself staring directly into his dark blue ones. A sudden wave of panic strikes you, but Morgana simply smiles back at you, "That was fun wasn't it?"
Your breath hitches in your throat, unable to speak due to the overwhelming sensations running through your mind, "Y-yes…" you manage to whisper, nodding weakly. You attempt to stand up but Morgana quickly raises his hand and stares at you with fiery blue eyes.
"I didn't say we're stopping."
You remain silent, as he returns one of his paws back on your face, forcing his soles on your lips.
"Now go clean my other foot!"
Your eagerness renewed, you place your tongue on his foot as you lick the second sole, savouring the sweet, salty taste of his fur. Bits of dirt and sweat fell on your tongue as you slowly lick up and down, while the tip of your nose is brushing against the soft fur on his other foot, some of his unique hind paw scent diluted down from your saliva. Soon enough, you notice Morgana's tail swishing behind him, signally his enjoyment of your deviant ministrations.
With the confirmed approval from Morgana, you continue worshipping his foot, letting your tongue explore every area of its small surface. Slowly, you move upwards towards the top of his foot where you suck on the underside of his toes, relishing their taste and texture. You've never tasted anything better as you work your tongue around his toes, sticking them deep within the unwashed crevices that laid. But as each moment passes by, you feel that you wanted more. A sense of need creeps over you, possessing that feeling for Morgana to fulfil the emptiness in your life.
Your desires did not go unnoticed by Morgana either. He watches you intently as you lick his foot, lending his toes to your mouth, feeling your tongue snake their way in-between them. Meanwhile, all you're blurting out is moaning and whimpers, barely able to breathe as his toes wiggle in your mouth. Even though they aren't as dirty or stinky as they were a few minutes ago, the sensation of having his tiny hindpaws inside your mouth is overwhelming, leaving you breathless and wanting more. Time passes on for you both and eventually, Morgana soon pulls his foot out of your mouth.
"Not bad," Morgana says with a smile, noticing his feet now glistening in your saliva and spit, "But I can tell you're craving more."
You nod silently, panting heavily as eager to please him. Your mind is gradually clouding with lustful thoughts and lewd images, making you want nothing more than to be used like an object, a cat toy for his amusement.
From your point of view, you can tell that the black bipedal cat is conflicted with his feelings. On one end of the spectrum, you know he wants to take full advantage of your submission but also from the corner of your eye, his facial expressions give away a tell towards feeling a tiny pang of guilt. A part of you hopes that he would embrace his wild side while another part of you doesn't want to push your luck. In the end, all you do is remain silent, waiting patiently until Morgana makes up his mind. His indecision leaves you wondering what will happen next. Will this be the last time you'll get to see him, as he searches for a new person to bond with or perhaps there are still things left to explore between the you of two?
Morgana sighs, "I'm not going to sugarcoat it. You are such a weirdo… but I guess that's one reason why I like you so much."
"Yeah," you admit softly, looking at the floor sheepishly. "It's a bit crazy how okay you are with this, just going along like that. I thought you would've run away after knowing my sexual kinks."
Silence followed with the occasional rustle of a page turning in your library palace, and your cheeks burn redder than ever waiting anxiously for whatever comes next. You're still on all fours and Morgana still has his hand on his chin, thinking when his high voice breaks the chains of silence, "I don't know what twisted desire you have is keeping this palace intact, and I'm meant to steal that treasure representing that from you. But I have to admit, I liked the way your tongue felt on my paws."
The bipedal black cat chuckles, "Let's make a deal. You keep feeding me in your world and I'll let you continue sucking on my cool little toes, every once in a while. Maybe I'll even award you a little rubdown with my paws."
Your heart skips a beat hearing those words. A warm flush of crimson red spreads throughout your cheeks, sending tingling sensations and giving you shivers all around your body. You almost fall forward onto the library carpet, with your weak knees. But regardless, there's only one correct word you wanted to say.
"Deal."