Chapter Seven -- Sunny Hill Wildlife
Matty could hardly believe his luck if that was what he should call Rusty walking straight toward him. After Zoey had done some quick research on Rusty's whereabouts by checking the local gossip page that, sometimes, offered the latest rumors live, he had been armed with a general idea where the new girl might be waiting to get the king of the campus into her clutches.
He had gone there, thankful for being able to take the same wall route as before, but without having high hopes.
And yet, fate or the laws of the universe were on his side, so lo and behold, Rusty was right there, befriending the new girl. Matty had remained stuck on the wall, not knowing what exactly cockblocking implied as a general practice, until Rusty had decided to wave the girl goodbye and head over to him.
His heart beat faster, but he had the presence of mind to hike himself to his feet and keep his tail away from Rusty's wandering hands. By how the guy was moving forward, his hands raised and his fingers moving, he was very much in the mood to either drag Matty down from the wall by his tail, scratch his back, tickle him, or all of the above.
"What's your name, kitten?" Rusty purred as he got closer.
Name, name, oh, fuck, he hadn't thought about it. "My name is," he started and then he realized that he was supposed to speak in a different voice. He cleared his throat and began again in a shrilly voice. "My name is..." so, his coat was pretty slick, being latex and all, and, um, his eyes fell on a small tree nearby with some sort of decorative fruit on it, "Slicky Coolplums."
Rusty blinked a few times and leaned on the wall with one hand while staring at him with a huge smile. "So, are your balls always cold because you have no actual fur, or are you chill as balls?"
Ah, damn, what a stupid name to choose. No going back now. Fuck. "My balls are always cool because I fear nothing," he declared and sidestepped as Rusty tried to reach for the tip of his tail that was hanging low, feigning a casual move.
"Hmm, that's cool," Rusty replied. "Pun intended. Who owns you, kitty?"
Matty threw Rusty a withering look from above. "Take that back." Could he try to hiss? Better not risk it without knowing firsthand what he sounded like. This was supposed to be seduction of some sort. "I'm a stray and proud of it."
"Very well. I'm glad to hear that," Rusty said in a very strange polite manner. "Then I shall be the one to domesticate you."
Matty snorted. "I am not to be domesticated."
"What are you to be?" Rusty continued in the same deferential way.
They were two actors playing in a very bad play.
So, the plan had been to cockblock Rusty, but right now, Matty had no idea how to continue this very strange interaction. Ah, he was supposed to play hard to get. "I do whatever I want," he said and began marching along the wall.
Rusty pushed himself away from the wall and began to walk by his side. At least, he wasn't getting on the wall to chase him like before. That was a good thing.
"Do you take classes here, at Sunny Hill?" Rusty asked.
"What nonsense," Matty quipped. "I am a cat. Cats don't go to school."
"Wow, you're pretty amazing. Totally into your cat persona," Rusty praised him.
"Thank you," Matty said primly.
He knew where to go to put some sort of barrier between him and his dutiful follower. He jumped from the wall behind the wire fence going round the vegetable garden where the biology students were conducting their various experiments on improving crops. The ground was soft under his feet, and he stopped for a moment to check where Rusty was.
Safely enough on the other side of the fence. Rusty hooked his fingers into the wire and stared at him. "I could swear you had a different hairstyle and hair color last time."
Yeah, because this time, he had gone full cat boy. Zoey had even forced him to wear the contacts he had ordered. It was, indeed, an expensive hobby, but it served well to know that his eyes were safely hidden from Rusty's inquisitive stares. One great thing about these contacts is that they had been made to help his eyesight, so he wasn't in any danger of ending up making a fool of himself by falling off a wall. That, and, of course, all the balance exercises he had performed since high school.
"You have poor eyesight," he accused and winced inside. He wasn't one to talk.
"Nah, I think you're just getting into it. You're pretty shy."
"I beg your pardon?" Matty said in the best grating voice he could muster.
"Yeah. You need to do better."
Matty turned on his heel. "I do not take advice from a human."
And that had been a mistake because somehow, his tail brushed by the fence and Rusty's deft fingers caught it.
"Take your hands off me," Matty growled at him. "Leave my tail alone."
But Rusty already had one hand pushed through what looked like a hole in the fence and was now holding onto his tail with all his might. Matty was well aware that if he tried to pull, and Rusty pulled in the opposite direction, the tail might tear, or worse, tear the material where it was sewn into the rest, and most likely expose Matty's naked ass underneath. He really needed to consider some skimpy underwear. That way, he wouldn't have to clean the costume so thoroughly after each use.
"I'm going to scratch you," he warned. The claws the costume came with were pretty sharp, which had been a surprise to him when trying to gauge their quality.
"I don't mind. Scratch me all you want."
Matty wavered. What was he supposed to do?
"All I want is to pet you," Rusty explained. "Come closer."
"Don't touch my hair," Matty warned, pointing at his wig. Being exposed so early in the game would be bad.
"No worries," Rusty said brightly.
He didn't like it, but those were the risks he was taking as a cat boy. He moved close to the fence. And gasped promptly when Rusty's other hand grabbed his ass.
How on earth did he manage to put his hands through the fence so easily? Matty grabbed Rusty's wrist, but it was so strong, and his wandering hand was kneading Matty's ass while its owner didn't care to conceal his delight.
"You perv," Matty accused. Yeah, right, like he wasn't there, while it was still light outside, dressed in a latex suit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Such a hard case of the pot calling the kettle black.
"Come on, only a little," Rusty begged. "You have an awesome ass. Do you do house calls?"
Matty gasped in outrage. Actually, Rusty's hand on his ass felt rather nice. At least, his tail was left alone, but that was only because Rusty had different plans.
"Nice plums," Rusty said in a low, seductive voice, as his fingers reached through the fence and touched Matty with only the tips.
Matty pushed himself away and escaped. He stood a few feet back and took in Rusty, who had an obvious look of satisfaction on his face. "House calls," he said and scoffed. "You cannot bribe me."
"Don't blame a man for trying. I could leave a bowl of milk outside. Or do you prefer something stronger?"
"Stronger than your milk?" Oops, the weird things coming out of his mouth.
"Point taken," Rusty said and his eyes flashed with mischief. "Are you challenging me to fill an entire bowl? That might take some time."
Matty crossed his arms and turned his head to one side, while setting his chin high. "Your human perversions do not interest me."
"That's all right," Rusty said. "I'm sure we can find common ground. Walk you home?"
"You grabbed my ass, and now you're asking this?"
"It's the least I can do since you won't let me buy you... I mean, make you dinner."
Matty shrugged. "I am not so silly as to lead you to my hiding place."
"Good point. When will I see you again?"
Matty was already putting distance between them, and it looked like Rusty didn't feel like scaling the wire fence and coming after him. The chances were that he would get caught if they were to go for a race in the open vegetable field. Was this enough to cockblock Rusty for the entire evening? Should he dally some more? But he was supposed to play hard to get, and except for the ass-grabbing incident, things had gone rather well so far.
"Only if you play nice," he shouted back.
"I'm the nicest dude in the land," Rusty assured him.
"I know who you are, Mr. King. The moment I turn my back, you'll be in someone's panties."
"Not tonight. All this talk about milk made me hungry. But if you want me to play nice, you'll have to give me something in return."
"Like what? More petting?"
"Yeah, why not? And maybe meeting without a fence between us."
"We'll see," Matty replied and waved.
"Goodbye, Slicky Coolplums," Rusty shouted after him.
Matty hunched his head into his shoulders from the cringe. Great. He was stuck with that stupid nickname now.
***
What do you know of local wildlife, boys and girls of Sunny Hill? Just like you, we thought that unless you count the somewhat reprobate behavior of the football team after a win, there was none of it.
We bring you great news, dear audience. We do have wildlife here, on campus! So far, only one specimen has been spotted, but who's to say that there are not more.
We are talking about a cat boy. Yes, a cat boy, complete with ears, tail, and claws. How sharp those are, we cannot say. But we are willing to pay grandly for any reports on spotting him and any additional information. How? Let's say that we'll forgive you for all those times you ended up puking your guts out after a party, or all the promises you made not to fall for the same wrong guy or girl again. Take advantage of our generous offer. It's for a limited time only.
"Oh, wow, Rusty wasn't talking out of his ass," Kane commented. "We have a cat boy on campus."
"When do I ever talk out of my ass?" Rusty asked with emphasis. "I told you the cat boy was real."
"Did you summon him with the power of your mind?" Dex intervened in the conversation.
They were enjoying leftovers from dinner the night before, and they were still better than anything else Rusty would normally have eaten. Jonathan could always become a chef if the chemistry thing didn't pan out.
