Petting the Kitten

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By the time she woke up for good, her lover was no longer by her side, but instead getting dressed and not exactly on his usual attire, that still laid on the floor where she tossed it.

“What are you doing darling? We still have a few hours before breakfast! There’s also a few costumes we haven’t…” her words were abruptly cut by a finger to her lips which she hastily hit away; “NO ONE makes me shut up! Not even you Robbie-poo!”

“Well, good thing I’m not Robbie-poo then” he replied as he pulled his underwear back in place; “now I would love to give your pussy another go, but you seriously drained me of everything I had, and I don’t trust you enough to take the lead, so I’m out of here. I would promise to call, but I don’t think you will want me to do that”

“Not call back? But why… did you just say you’re not Robbie-poo!? What you mean with that!?” she exclaimed visibly upset.

“I mean you don’t watch the news too often” as he said this he turned the volume up for the live covering of the fight against Plasmus that broke in the nuclear waste cargo ship, and sure enough Robin was clearly visible.

“T… that’s footage from yesterday or something, isn’t it?” and fortunately for her former lover, the reporter seemed to be on his side.

“This is Jump news, reporting live from 37^th highway! All civilians are ordered to stand clear of the area and let authorities take care of the issue”

“Anything else Michael?” his female counterpart asked

“Yeah, according to local sources… holy crap!” the reporter exclaimed as he barely dodged a rather bulky chunk of goo that came flying towards him.

“Sorry about that. Are you ok?” asked the unmistakable boy wonder as he shot freeze charges towards the gelatinous creature.

“Yeah, I think that’s our signal, thanks a bunch Robin! Michael from Jump News out!” he exclaimed as he made a dash for the van that hastily sped away from the scene as the cameraman made a final shot as they got further from the threat.

“There you have it, the Titans should have the issue covered soon enough. In other news…” at that point the girl lost interest in the news and shifted to other matters.

“You… you’re not my Robbie-poo!?” she exclaimed half in disbelief, half in anger

“Well I’m not the original, no, but wasn’t I just as good as the brand-name?”

“You lied to me!”

“Lying is such a harsh word; I prefer the term “tactical withholding of potentially pertaining information”; it’s much more appealing”

“B… but how!? You look like Robbie-poo, dress like him, walk and talk like him… just what kind of a pervert you are to go in such obsession!?” talking about the pot calling the kettle black.

“That cheap costume? 20 bucks at the novelty store, plus another two for the plastic prop communicator. As for the looks… well, you could say I’m somewhat of a meta-human myself kitty-cat; just not an “officially” recognized one, and for sure not one affiliated with the titans…” as he said this he walked behind a nearby mirror, temporally concealing himself and by the time he walked past, he looked nothing like Robin…

Long, brown hair reached all the way to his shoulders and his face, no longer decorated by the mask, now showed almond-shaped eyes the same color his hair was. He now looked taller and slimmer than Robin, his skin looking much paler as well and, unlike the well known hero, most of his limbs were covered in a thick hide of hair.

“Ewwwww, who are you and what did you do to my Robbie?” Kitten exclaimed angry.

“My, what a dumb kitty you are… I AM your Robin… or at least the Robin you happily welcomed into your bed; thank you very much by the way”

“B… but… you… you don’t…”

“I guess blonde jokes are not just jokes, do I have to spell it to you? I already said I’m a meta-human god damn it, and by now you should have deduced that” this time he went into her huge dressing room that went all the way to the other wing of her bedroom and came out thru the other door; “I’m a shapeshifter and you just got tricked into thinking I was Robin”

The man talking was nothing like the previous two, since for starters his voice was way deeper and louder; his hair a vivid electric blue, fashioned in a spiked Mohawk that went well to his neck. His eyes a solid emerald green and he was stouter than his previous forms, looking not muscular but bulky with a pretty even brown tan, the kind of guy you would expect to see as a bouncer at the local club.

“Eep! Where did you come from!?” the terrified girl held onto her sheets for cover.

“Well, I don’t have all night to waste preaching on the desert, I got what I wanted and you can think whatever you want to think about tonight. If you feel like pretending it was your “Robbie-poo” the one here” he said as he heavily remarked the quotation marks with his fingers; “be my guest; heck, I’m willing to give you a deep-tongue goodnight kiss with his looks if you ask nicely”

“B… but you… why… how…?” at this point he could swear smoke was coming out of her ears due to her brain (or equivalent) overloading with information.

“Why did I have to burst your bubble? Because believe it or not, I respect the titans. A little high and mighty allright, but they’re one mean bunch of sons of bitches, and they do a damn fine job keeping this city safe. I don’t want you getting all clingy on Robin, and them wasting time clearing the misunderstanding; time they could spend kicking butt. Now if you excuse me, I need some sleep and this is not the place to get it”

“W… wait! So, you’re not Robin”

“That’s right”

“But you can somehow turn into him”

“It’s complicated to accurately explain, so let’s say yes for practical purposes”

“And… you said something about a goodnight kiss from Robbie-poo?”

“If you ask nicely sure. Show some manners and I’ll be happy to oblige”

“Pleaaaaase…?” she let out a seductive moan, almost like she was purring; “give Kitten her goodnight kiss?”

“Allright, but just because you were polite” her bed poles were covered in fabric thick and wide enough for him to momentarily disappear behind and re-emerge as the black-haired hero, facemask included, and before she could squeal in glee…

He lunged forward and kissed her; not in a tender or loving way, but more of a lustful, passionate fashion as he immediately held the back of her head so she couldn’t get away; not that she wanted to. She closed her eyes and let him do as he pleased, enjoying the warm, slippery tongue that wrapped around hers and the almost rough nibbling on her lips. She would have been happy to keep at that the remainder of the night, but just when she was starting to feel dizzy, the kiss was cut as abruptly as it started, leaving a thin trail of saliva rapidly disappearing between their mouths.

“Sleep tight kitty-cat. You’re not too bad of a fuck, just let the guy do most of the work, at least until you learn how to use your nails and teeth properly” by the time she realized it, he was already dressed in a pretty plain outfit of denim pants and a navy blue t-shirt, the Robin costume tucked below his right arm, and before she was able to do a thing, he dashed out of the room.

“B… but wait! You didn’t even tell me your name!” she yelled as she dashed to the door

“Give me whatever silly name you want, for all I care. You had your way with Robin, just like you wanted, and I had mine with you, so I would suggest leaving it at that. Night!”

“Wait, damn it, no!” she was about to dash behind him, but she realized her lack of clothes and didn’t feel like giving the whole neighborhood a show. She was far from out of the game tho…

“If you think you can ditch Kitten new Robbie-poo… you have no idea who you’re messing with!” she said determined as she hastily returned to her room to get changed; she had a lot to do the next morning.