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Catboys tended to be shorter and slender than human men. Raivis himself, almost childlike in stature with huge doll-like violet eyes and a pair of fuzzy pale cat ears poking out of his hair, was a much more typical example of his species than the man standing in front of him outside the bar.
Ivan was as unlike a catboy as a person could be; he stood taller than any of the pedestrians walking past them, and the broadness of his shoulders was more typical of a bear person; but the fluffy white ears atop his head weren't the rounded ones of a bear. They were as pointed and triangular as Raivis's own.
Raivis didn't know how he'd come to be standing outside the bar with his quiet and intimidating classmate. He did his best to avoid Ivan, there's no way he'd play drinking buddy to him. His consciousness had been doing that annoying strobe-light thing for a while now, where everything seemed to blink in and out, images and sounds seperated by brief periods of blackness.
"Raivis, why are you so small?" Ivan asked.
"Uhh...erm..." Raivis was at a loss for how to answer that. He just was small, the same way Ivan was big.
"Are you a kitten? Little kitty~" he said, and began to rub Raivis's ears. His movements were gentle but with such big hands the effect was rough. Raivis's ears twitched, the hypersensitive areas overstimulated.
"I'm not a kitten," Raivis said weakly.
He was so confused, his brain swimming from alcohol and fright that he almost doubted himself. Maybe he was a kitten?
"Kittens shouldn't drink vodka, it's bad for them. Kittens need milk to grow up big and strong," Ivan said.
"O...kay?" Raivis said.
"Come, have some at my house," Ivan said, pulling Raivis by his arm.
Raivis could only stumble along after him, his body managing to tremble a little despite being completely inebriated.
The trip to Ivan's house was a blur. Raivis blinked groggily as he was suddenly inside Ivan's huge house and being pulled up the stairs.
"W-wait!" Raivis cried out, halfway up the stairs.
Ivan stopped, turning to look behind him at the little catboy he'd dragged along.
He seemed to reach the wrong conclusion as his eyes raked over Raivis's trembling, swaying form.
"How inconsiderate of me," Ivan said.
Without any warning, he reached out and grabbed Raivis, hoisting him over his shoulder.
Raivis cried out and flailed, but encased in Ivan's strong iron grip, he couldn't do a thing.
Ivan hummed cheerfully as he carried his kicking and struggling classmate up the stairs and into a well-lit hallway. With one arm curled around Raivis, he used the other to open the door to his bedroom.
Even with his brain muddled by liquor, Raivis had enough wits to be surprised by the room. The furniture was old but expensive looking, real wood, and the four-poster bed looking cozy, covered in thick blankets. Warm yellow lighting coming from strategically placed lamps contributed to the relaxing atmosphere (Raivis had never been less relaxed though.)
How did a college student even have a house this big? Did Ivan share it with roommates? Was this even where Ivan lived, or had he murdered some well-off couple and was now going to use their home to deflower his classmate?
Ivan dropped Raivis onto the bed, and the little catboy bounced against the cushy mattress. Tears welled in his eyes as a smiling Ivan took off his coat and deposited it on the elegant cushioned chair that sat next to the bed. Then Ivan was sitting on the bed next to Raivis, looming over him, practically caging him in with his massive body so Raivis couldn't even make a stumbling attempt at an escape.
Raivis gulped. This was not how he wanted to lose his virginity. Ivan, being so big...his ass was about to get destroyed. He squeezed his eyes shut, praying that the alcohol would numb the pain some.
A few moments passed, and nothing happened. Raivis cracked one eye open, peeking out at Ivan. The huge catboy was busy unbuttoning his shirt. Raivis quickly closed his eyes again, sparing himself the horrifying sight.
Oh fuck, oh fuck. This was happening. Raivis dug his fingers into the bedspread and gripped it tightly. He wanted to make a break for it, even if he knew it was impossible and Ivan would just catch him, but he was too scared to make his body move.
Before he could work up the courage to so much as twitch in the direction of the exit, one of those massive heavy hands landed on his shoulder, firmly grasping him, and Raivis stopped breathing.
Ivan pulled him forward, and Raivis's face pressed up against something radiating warmth like a heated stone but as soft as a pillow. Big hands trailed over him, one resting against his back to hold him in place, the other skimming down his alcohol-flushed cheeks to his lips, the long thick fingers poking inside, forcing his jaws open.
Was Ivan wanting Raivis to suck him off? That would be horrible, but he might survive this night after all! But there was nothing hard pressing against him, no reeking musk of male sex organs, and when Ivan guided something into his mouth, it was too wide and round to be a cock. Sinfully soft pressing against his tongue and with a slightly harder bead on the end, it felt like-
A nipple?! Raivis's eyes fly open.
Sure enough, Raivis was situated with his head against Ivan's broad chest, and when Raivis pulled back a little from shock, he saw neat rows of male kitty nipples going down Ivan's torso.
Raivis's chest has the same rows, but his were completely flat, the nipples tiny and pale and nearly nonexistent compared to Ivan's. Ivan's mammaries are swollen up enough that Raivis can tell he's full of milk, and his huge scary classmate's nipples are fat and fully developed, a deep rich rosy color that would be appealing if not for the circumstances.
He didn't have long to take in the sight before Ivan's hand cupped the back of his head and pushed it up against a nipple. Ivan didn't have to work Raivis's mouth open again because he hadn't closed it, too busy gaping foolishly in shock.
"Here you go little kitty, drink up~" Ivan sang, smiling down at the tiny catboy in his lap.
Raivis was frozen, completely unable to think. He was certain he would die any moment, that his heart would give up from fright and his soul would leave his body. God knows what Ivan would do with the wretched shell after that...
After a minute of Raivis imitating a statue, Ivan's smile started to slip away.
"You don't like my milk, Raivis?" he asked, sounding bizarrely hurt.
Raivis hadn't asked to be brought here! He hadn't agreed to suck from his classmate's tits! Especially not one as huge and terrifying as Ivan.
"I guess you're a naughty kitten through and through. Won't drink your milk and wants poisons instead...What will I do with you?" Ivan said.
Raivis gulped. The reflexive fearful action squeezed his mouth around the breast in his mouth, the suction pulling some droplets of milk from the ripe overfull mammary.
"Ahh there we go! I knew you could be a good kitten after all!" Ivan said, sounding happy.
The milk in Raivis's mouth...it wasn't bad. It was warm, nice on a cold winter's night like this, and thick and creamy.
"Is there something wrong with the milk? My milk doesn't taste good to Raivis-kitty?" there was a dangerous edge to Ivan's voice.
Raivis hurriedly swallowed the mouthful of milk, and suckled on Ivan's chest to bring forth more. His mouth quickly flooded with milk again.
"That's right, drink it all up," Ivan cooed.
Raivis didn't dare not to. He kept drinking the milk. Soon, he got lost in the rhythm of suck, savor, swallow, repeat. Ivan's body was big and soft and warm and the milk tasted good and was making him full.
Without realizing it, his muscles slackened as he lay there. He drifted into a dazed half-sleep, drinking and nuzzling against Ivan's chest. Against his will, his little body began rumbling out a loud purr.
Awareness rose in him as the cycle was broken when milked stopped flowing from Ivan's breast. Raivis sucked and pulled, rolling the teat in his mouth, but nothing came out. Horror began to rise in him as he realized he was kneading at and practically gnawing on Ivan's chest, but before Raivis could go into total panic mode, Ivan simply pulled Raivis's head back and guided him to a different nipple.
They went through this a couple more times, until Raivis had fallen completely asleep and stopped sucking. He kept purring in his sleep though, and didn't pull away from Ivan.
Ivan smiled a little as he shifted them into a lying position on the bed. He felt Raivis's stomach, and was satisfied with what he found there. Raivis's little belly was all swollen up with milk, a hard little pooch now poking out from his tiny slim torso.
That was good. Raivis really did need to eat more. Such a skinny kitty, and Ivan never saw him in the campus dining hall. Ivan would see him at the college bars knocking back plenty of drinks, but he was never stuffing his face with nachos or chicken wings or any of the other bar snacks the rest of the student body scarfed down by the ton. The most nutrition Raivis seemed to get was from the occasional screwdriver.
Since he obviously couldn't watch out for himself, Ivan would do so. Raivis needed someone to take care of him and make sure he ate, and Ivan had lots of excess milk he needed to be rid of. His own precious little kitten born of his body had never stirred, never breathed to be able to take so much as a sip of its mother's milk. And now Ivan's chest was painfully swollen and aching with that milk.
This was the perfect solution, it helped everyone. Pleased with the situation, Ivan curled one arm around Raivis, pinning the smaller catboy against his chest, and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Raivis woke in a strange place. It wasn't the first time such had happened to him—he sometimes blacked out in the park, or in some alleyway on the way back to campus. But this was the first time he'd woken up in a bed that wasn't his own, with a stranger's arm wrapped around him.
As the blurry smears of memory of the night before rushed back to him, Raivis stilled. He was in a bed...in Ivan's house...and had drank Ivan's milk! And that must be Ivan's huge arm holding him down, preventing him from escaping. No, surely that was just a nightmare.
Forcing himself to take a deep breath, a trembling Raivis wiggled as much as he was able, and twisted his head to look at the man spooning him. A massive man, with pale hair and shaggy white cat ears...
Ivan.
Raivis could have screamed, if he wasn't frozen in horror, unable to make so much as a squeak lest it wake Ivan and somehow ensure his own doom (not that Ivan had ever hurt him. But he just had this aura—!)
How was he going to get out of this?!
The answer was, he wouldn't. He could only lay there and wait for his own end to come upon him when Ivan woke up. His life hadn't been much—constantly anxious, in a nearly permanent state of drunkeness ever since he escaped to college—but he still wept for it, bitter silent tears.
The sun rose higher in the sky outside, sending the beams of light moving across the room. Raivis didn't have any classes today but even if he had he wouldn't have dared shove Ivan's arm off him and run.
He was paralyzed with dread, suffering, suffering, and the worst part was he couldn't even have a nip of vodka or beer to take the edge off his nerves.
Relief from the steady anxiety he was marinating in came when Ivan shifted, his long arm moving in front of Raivis. Now what Raivis had was pure terror coursing through him, nothing so ordinary or endurable as mere dread.
Ivan pushed himself up into a sitting position, stretching.
"Ah, you slept well?" Ivan asked.
Raivis's form was trembling so much his head's movement must've been mistaken as a nod.
"Good. And your hangover?" Ivan asked.
Raivis paused. He didn't have a hangover. That was odd, because he always had one when he woke up, emotionally wrecked and head pounding.
"Don't have one," Raivis mumbled.
Ivan beamed. "You see how eating and staying hydrated helps?" he asked.
Raivis could only shrug and look down at the blankets. It's not like he skipped meals on purpose. It's just that his stomach was always in knots from his nervousness, and it was hard to remember to eat when he had so many other things on his mind to worry about.
"No worries, I will remember for you my precious kitten," Ivan said.
Raivis's cheeks heated up.
"It's time for your morning meal~" Ivan said, and began unbuttoning his shirt once more.
Only half-dreading it now, Raivis let himself be guided to Ivan's chest again. At least Ivan didn't seem to regret feeding Raivis, so there would be no need for the huge catboy to murder him to ensure his silence. And Raivis did feel better with something in his stomach.