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Here’s the thing: originally, Vi didn’t want a cat.
She’s been living on her own for 3 years now and it’s awesome. It’s fucking heaven if you ask her.
Don’t get her wrong; Vi loves her family a lot, they mean everything to her. But, after the fifth time Vander caught her sneaking a girl into her room at 2 A.M., she thinks it’s time to have a little more privacy.
It’s complicated at first, having her own apartment. There’s a lot of adult things like cooking your own meals or not falling asleep on the couch unless you want to wake up the next day feeling like shit that she didn’t know. She gets there, eventually.
She still visits her family every weekend, Mylo doesn’t stop being his stupid self, Powder drives her crazy with her inventions and Claggor seems to be the only voice of reason now that she’s gone. Vander is… trying not to kill everybody. He truly is a patient soul, Vi will give him that.
They all agree that Vi has been doing good since living on her own. Well, everyone except for Powder.
“I just don’t want you being alone all the time, humans need company.” She explains one afternoon, after Vi asked her why she felt like it wasn’t good for Vi’s mental health to live alone.
She wants to explain that it’s awesome to take a shit with the bathroom’s door open or being able walk around naked without anybody whining in her ear about privacy and all that shit. She doesn’t.
When it’s clear that Vi doesn’t have an answer, Powder comes up with what she believes to be her best idea.
A cat.
Powder wants her to adopt a cat.
She snorts “Fucking hell no.”
Powder gets her a cat. Because Vi’s voice on the matter doesn’t mean shit.
She’s having breakfast at 11 A.M. in her SpongeBob’s pajamas when there’s a loud knock on her door. She expects to be met with her religious neighbor from next door who is very much not a fan of Vi’s tendency of bringing girls around every now and then. She hasn’t gotten laid in a while, there’s no reason for this crazy lady to be bothering her now.
Instead, the person banging on her door is her sister, holding something on her hands that it’s clearly not a robot or a pie. Vi would have preferred for it to be a pie.
“What the fuck is that?”
She gestures to the fluffy ball in her arms. Powder rolls her eyes.
“It’s a cat, dumbass.”
“I know what it is,” she emphasizes, “what I meant was more among the lines of what is that thing doing here.”
Powder invites herself in, walking past Vi to settle in the couch before putting the cat on the floor. The little thing looks around before playing with one of Powder’s shoelaces.
“I got it for you.” She states, simply. Vi blinks.
“I told you I didn’t want a cat.”
“Well, that’s too bad, it’s yours now. Give her a name and buy her some cat food.”
Vi sighs, this is going nowhere. Powder looks at her before speaking again.
“Look, I know you don’t see it this way, but it will be good for you!” she explains, “Having to take care of a pet means being able to create a healthy routine.”
She scoffs, “I have a healthy routine, thank you very much.”
Powder looks at her, “Vi, it’s almost noon and you’re still wearing pajamas. You only eat leftovers and do nothing but go to work.”
Vi rolls her eyes, “Whatever.”
“Do what you want with her, but please give it a try. For me?” and then she’s looking at her with her puppy eyes and Vi wants to scream.
“Okay.”
Turns out, Powder didn’t get her a cat. No, she adopted the fucking devil.
Whiskers The Cat (Powder’s idea) was probably trained in the military to be Satan; she bites Vi’s toes every single time she gets up from bed, she pees in Vi’s carpet, and so on. She doesn’t know why she keeps feeding her, the little shit is only getting stronger and will sooner or later murder Vi with her claws and bury her in the garden.
Of all the things she does, Vi considers the worst to be stealing clothes. And not just any clothes: underwear. She’s seen the little devil walk around her apartment literally stealing Vi’s briefs more than once. It’s even worse because she hides them. Seriously, she’s running out of clothes, the world probably won’t appreciate seeing her butt naked every time she goes out.
She has to give her credit though; Whiskers The Cat is a very independent pet. She goes out on her own and comes back every night and plays with her own little toys that Powder bought for her. Vi just needs to be lucky enough to not cross her path when the cat decides to play this game called ‘Let’s bite Vi’s butt when she bends down to clean my poop’.
She comes back from grocery shopping one afternoon to find Whiskers chewing on something. She seems very focused and Vi frowns.
“Hey, what you got there?” she asks, as if she expects the cat to look at her and start explaining Vi all about her day being a cat and shit.
The little thing doesn’t even look up, too busy biting down the piece of cloth. That’s… clearly underwear. The fucking devil.
“Give me that.” she snatches it from the cat quickly, only hearing a low meow before she gets distracted playing with one of the plastic bags Vi bought.
Vi frowns, inspecting it. This is not hers. As far as she knows, there’s not a single piece of blue lingerie in her closet. Not that she knows of.
She grabs her phone, taking a quick photo of the cloth before sending it to Powder’s contact texting is this yours?
Only a minute later, she reads the screen’s message: no, wtf.
Huh. Okay.
Whiskers The Cat is a total asshole, Vi decides.
Whoever’s this lingerie belongs to, Vi feels sorry for them. The cat keeps going out during the day, coming back at night with a new piece of underwear that is clearly not Vi’s. She knows she should return them to their owner, but how do you ask? Hey, there’s a chance my cat stole your really pretty and really slutty underwear, you want it back? Vi has to be fair, this person must be hell of a fighter to go around walking with a single string of cloth covering their ass.
At some point, Whiskers The Cat also brings a blue bra, matching the lingerie she stole the first time. She’s tempted to open her phone and search in Google ‘Do female cats experience lesbianism?’. She does, only in incognito mode, for dignity reasons. The answer is not exactly what Vi is looking for; apparently, cats don’t know what lingerie is for.
She’s cooking meatballs (Whiskers loves them and Vi is happy to share her portion), when there’s a sudden noise of a person fighting.
“Give me that.” A girl’s voice pierces through the walls and now she’s curious.
Fighting the abusive ex? Arguing over the custody of an unknown child? Let’s find out!
She opens the door and she sees it, clear as the day.
A really tall blue-haired girl fighting a cat. No, no, not any cat; Whiskers The Cat. Vi would rather bury herself alive before having to confront this.
The girl looks up at the sudden noise and inspects Vi before frowning.
“Is this your cat?” posh accent, demanding.
“Uh…”
The girl walks to her and Vi has the feeling that she should probably run before this person decides to push her down the stairs for having a thief for a cat. Instead, she stays there and the girl only hands her the little thing, taking with her the piece of underwear.
“Please make sure your cat doesn’t steal people’s belongings before I speak with the landlord.”
The blue-haired goes back to her apartment, right across Vi’s, before closing the door loudly. She sighs, looking down at the devil in her arms.
“So that’s who you’ve been stealing from, huh?”
The cat only meows before ignoring her, in order to bite her thumb.
Vi takes a deep breath before knocking on the door. The bag on her right hand doesn’t weight anything, but she feels heavy anyway.
Bright blue eyes look at her, confused.
“Uh. Hi.” This is really awkward, “I’m your neighbor, the one with the uhm- the cat.”
She looks at her, unimpressed. Vi hands her the bag.
“I think this is yours. And, sorry, for my cat’s behavior.” She states quietly, scratching the back of her neck.
The girl scans inside the bag before pressing it close to her chest, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
“Thank you.” She answers, politely.
“No problem.” She nods, standing awkwardly, “I’m Vi, by the way.”
She looks up and down at Vi warily, before replying: “Caitlyn.”
Caitlyn. That’s a pretty name for a pretty face. It’s also matches the type of underwear she owns, but Vi is definitely trying not to think of that.
At this point, Whiskers The Cat is just doing this on purpose.
It’s been over a week since the little incident in the building hall with Caitlyn, and Vi’s cat seems especially keen on torturing her.
Now, Whiskers The Cat is no longer interested in stealing Vi’s underwear, she’s more focused on stealing Caitlyn’s. Which is a problem. Mostly for Vi, not for Whiskers.
Vi no longer bothers with formalities when returning the stolen possessions; now she just walks across the hall on her tank top and shorts, bangs on Caitlyn’s door and hands her the piece of cloth like someone who gives their neighbor a piece of pie. Her neighbor is clearly not a fan of Vi’s concept of discretion, but she takes the item anyway.
Still, Caitlyn never reports the issue with the landlord, so she thinks they’re good.
It’s Saturday and Vi has the day off, which means she should visit her family.
She finds a shirt clean enough to be presentable, a pair of shorts that have probably seen better days and her most elegant piece: her SpongeBob briefs. They’re so cool, Powder actually bought this for Vi’s birthday.
She’s coming out of the shower, her hair dripping all over the place when she realizes something’s missing. Her clothes are still there except for the underwear. She looks around, maybe she put them back in the drawer?
“Huh.”
Okay. There’s only one explanation to this: Whiskers The Cat did it again.
She starts searching around her apartment looking for the so called thief, when she notices she left the front door open. It’s an actual miracle how Vi manages to live on her own without killing herself accidentally every week.
“Shit.”
There it is, in the middle of the hall, Whiskers The Cat holding her most valued possession.
“No! Whiskers-”
There’s the sound of a door opening and with it, a sudden rush of air that closes the door of her apartment. Fuck.
Did she mention that she’s naked? Do towels count as clothes? Is it legal to go around the building wearing a towel?
Oh. Caitlyn is there, looking weirdly at her. So that was the sound of the door opening. Ha ha. Vi’s luck is only getting worse with every minute.
Fuck.
At least, Whiskers is still biting down her underwear, which means she didn’t lose it. That’s good (?).
“Can I help you?” Caitlyn asks politely, dressed all elegant while Vi looks like a wet cat, who is also holding an actual cat in her arms. And said cat has the only piece of clothing that Vi didn’t left back in her apartment.
“Uh- sorry. My cat stole my briefs.” She explains awkwardly, gesturing to the cat while simultaneously trying to cover the fact that her underwear looks like they belong to a 10 year old kid. A cool 10 year old, though.
Caitlyn raises a single eyebrow delicately. “I see. And you don’t have the keys to your apartment, I suppose?”
Vi nods, “Good question and, uh, no.”
Whiskers is biting her thumb again but Vi doesn’t even feel the pain, more focused on the heat of her face. She’ll have to change her name and move across the state after this.
“Okay,” Caitlyn states, “I’ll go ask the doorman if he has a spare key, since you’re…” she gestures vaguely at Vi’s body and yeah, good idea.
“Right, thanks.”
Caitlyn opens the door of her apartment before letting her in, something about protecting Vi’s dignity (if she has any left) while she goes out.
Caitlyn’s apartment is nice, definitely neater than Vi’s. She tries not to look around too much, while still holding the little devil in her hands.
“I know you can understand me, and I hope you get the clear message that after this I’ll be disowning you. No more tuna fish for you.” Vi says, in a menacing tone. The cat looks at her boringly before biting her hard. Vi lets out a squeal before dropping the cat, who starts walking around the apartment, still holding Vi’s undergarments.
Caitlyn decides it’s the perfect moment to enter through the door, looking quizzingly at the cat, who walks next to her before dropping the piece of cloth in front of her. Vi’s face turns beet red.
Caitlyn picks up the item before handing it to Vi awkwardly. “I think this is yours.” She comments lightly and Vi almost chokes.
“Right. I just- better get going.” She starts walking to the door, Whiskers following her closely, when Caitlyn interrupts.
“They’re cool.”
“What?”
“The SpongeBob underwear, they’re cool.”
If Vi could, she’d bury herself alive right now. Instead, she uses the spare key to finally enter her apartment to get dressed before she’s late to lunch.
Vander is cooking pizza while Powder asks how Whiskers The Cat is doing and Vi keeps it simple. She doesn’t mention anything about a certain blue-haired neighbor who wears really suggestive lingerie and admires Vi’s tendency on clothing.
She doesn’t know if anyone wearing those types of clothes qualifies to tell Vi about the level of coolness her own clothes have. But she’ll take the compliment.
There’s a bit of a change, after that.
Vi’s blue-haired hot neighbor keeps being her blue-haired hot neighbor, but now she’s also just Caitlyn.
Now, every time Vi comes back from work and crosses paths with Caitlyn, she waves at her shyly before entering her own apartment, which is nice. She also looks less bothered when Vi bangs her door to give her back the underwear that Whiskers The Cat decided to steal that week, there’s still a light pink coloring her cheeks but Vi doesn’t read it as actual embarrassment. It’s more like… amusement. Vi is not very good at reading people, maybe Caitlyn just wants to murder her for having the devil for a cat.
It's like sharing the custody of a child; Whiskers The Cat has decided that it is a good idea to adopt Caitlyn as her second family and now just goes back and forth between apartments. Vi tried apologizing for the behavior of her cat but Caitlyn actually seems… happy to have the little thing invading her space. And Vi is not about to turn down the offer to talk to her blue-haired hot neighbor.
She’s cooking pasta for dinner when the sudden noise of a fight makes her pause for a minute. There’s only once voice on the hall, which means Vi knows exactly what is happening.
“Whiskers, come back here!” Caitlyn’s voice sounds desperate and Vi is truly curious to know what the fuck her cat just stole.
“Everything okay?” Vi interrupts.
Caitlyn lets out a high-pitched squeal, startled by Vi’s presence.
“Yes! Everything is fine, I-” she quickly gets up and starts walking to the door of her apartment, still hiding between her hands whatever Whiskers stole from her, “have a good evening. Bye!”
And then she closes the door loudly. Vi frowns before looking at her cat.
“What the fuck did you do?”
The only response she gets is a loud meow.
Apparently, Vi’s curiosity doesn’t last more than 24 hours.
She expected Caitlyn to be jumpier about it just because, but turns out that whatever Whiskers The Cat decided to steal from her was actually more embarrassing than just a piece of cloth.
Which brings us to the next problem.
There’s a harness in Vi’s living room. And it doesn't belong to her.
Not just a dog-harness, the kind you buy in a pet store to walk your dog. No, no, this is not that type of harness. She feels relieved that there’s no dildo attached to it, this is already past Vi’s cup of tea.
She’s tempted to steal it, those things are super expensive and Vi is not about to turn down a free strap that her cat just stole from the hot neighbor, but her moral compass tells her it’s not actually nice to do so.
Which is why she’s here now, in front of Caitlyn’s door, building up courage to just- bang the door and give her back the thing.
Caitlyn looks surprised to see her, clearly taken aback because Vi knows there is a big chance that she doesn’t even know the harness is missing in the first place.
“Hi.”
“Hey.” Just say it, you coward.
“Whiskers is not here.” Caitlyn states slowly. These past few weeks Vi’s been losing her cat a lot and oh, turns out she prefers to spend time with her neighbor instead of the person who feeds her every day. Really loyal cat.
“No, I know, uhm-” how do you phrase it? hey, my cat accidentally stole your harness, no big deal. “Whiskers actually took something that I think it’s yours.” She hands the black plastic bag, mostly to protect Caitlyn’s privacy.
The blue-haired looks inside the bag before her face gets beets red. Vi thinks it’s kind of cute. And hot. But mostly cute.
“Oh, right. Thank you.” She says awkwardly before standing there mortified.
Vi sighs, “No big deal, happens to the best of us.” She tries joking but Caitlyn eyes her warily before replying.
“Do you, uh… want to come in? I made pie. As a thank you.” She clarifies.
Vi is not about to turn down such offer, she’s been eating leftovers these past few days and the idea of something cooked from scratch just-
“Sure.”
As always, Caitlyn’s apartment looks much tidier than Vi’s, and just as she passes through the door, Whiskers The Cat appears through the balcony.
“Oh, so that’s how she gets in.” Vi comments and Caitlyn looks at the cat.
“Yeah, she discovered I always let the balcony door open during the day.” Caitlyn replies absent mindedly, before going to her room with the bag in her hands.
Then, the smell of something fresh out of the oven has Vi drooling on the living room. Caitlyn appears through the door of her room before bringing 2 plates of pie from the kitchen.
Vi’s always been known in her family for lacking any manners when it comes to food, but she hadn’t paid any attention to it until now. She’s devouring the piece of pie in front of her like a starved toddler and before she realizes, Caitlyn is looking at her, amused.
“That good?” she teases her.
“Yep.” She says, still chewing.
“Has nobody ever taught you how to eat?” Caitlyn jokes and Vi smirks knowingly.
“I know how to eat just fine, thank you very much.” She winks and Caitlyn’s face turns pink again.
“Oh, I’m sure.” Caitlyn says back, something between flustered and done with this conversation.
Vi snorts before Caitlyn speaks up again.
“So, is there a reason why you decided to train your cat to steal my underwear, or you just like to make people flustered?” she asks lightly.
Vi shakes her head, “Oh, no.” she swallows the piece of pie, “That cat has total free will, I didn’t teach her how to do that, she just does it.”
Caitlyn hums, amused, “Well, that explains why she also stole your SpongeBob’s briefs.” She laughs and Vi groans.
“Shut up, that is the most comfortable piece of clothing I’ve ever owned, you know nothing.” She covers her face ashamed.
Caitlyn giggles and Vi has to uncover her face just to see the little tooth-gap in between her front teeth. Once the laugh dies and there’s a comfortable silence, Vi builds up courage to open her mouth.
“I do need to ask, how the fuck do you wear that?” she gestures to Caitlyn’s body, signaling to what’s supposed to be under her clothes.
“It’s not as uncomfortable as you think it is. Plus, it attracts muscular women with really weird cats as pets.” She smirks.
Okay, now they’re definitely flirting. Vi could drown just from excitement.
“Oh, yeah?” she asks, indulgingly.
Caitlyn hums, “Hm.”
She gets closer to Vi, looking at her hungrily.
“And what do you do? When you catch them?” Vi asks. There’s a soft hand holding the neck of her jacket, slowly going down her torso. Caitlyn gets closer to her ear.
“I usually take them to my room,” she whispers, making Vi’s skin burn, “tell them to undress themselves and lay down on my bed…” she trails off, looking at her expectantly.
“Should I do that?”
Caitlyn smiles, “Maybe.”
Vi doesn’t know what she did in her past life to deserve this, but she must have been a really good soul to deserve this treatment.
Right now, she’s laying down on Caitlyn’s bed, still wearing her sports bra and briefs while Caitlyn kisses her neck. She’s holding the most embarrassing noises.
Caitlyn feels her twitching with anticipation, smirking, “Be a good girl and stay still for me.”
Okay, fuck that. Let’s make some noise.
She thinks she hasn’t whimpered this much since she broke her arm when she was 12, and that was a totally different situation.
The weight on top of her suddenly disappears and she huffs.
“Where are you going?” there’s a part of her brain (the conscious one) that tells her she sounds like a needy puppy, but she ignores it. Caitlyn comes back with a wand and oh, okay. Let’s pray somebody tells her family she died peacefully because she’s not coming (ha, ha) alive out of this one.
Caitlyn takes off the rest of her clothes, leaving Vi completely naked while she wears the blue lingerie, the one she saw the first time. She sits in the bed comfortably before getting closer to Vi, pausing for a second.
“We doing okay? Do you want me to continue?” she checks and Vi hasn’t been this desperate in her life.
“Keep going before I snatch that thing from you and do it myself.” She teases and Caitlyn rolls her eyes.
“So eager.”
Vi doesn’t get the chance to reply to that, before a sudden vibration meets her thigh and she stills, waiting. The vibrator gets closer to the place Vi is aching and she breathes lightly, expecting. Caitlyn smirks, knowingly. Then, finally, there’s pressure against her clit, quickly making her squirm. She whimpers quietly, needy. Caitlyn gets closer to her neck, kissing her gently.
“You like that?” she whispers into the crook of her neck.
“Fuck, yeah. Never been better.” She jokes before the vibrations start getting quicker, harder and she shuts her mouth.
The tension in her core grows bigger and bigger until she feels her body tense and burn, moaning loudly before the pressure stops. Soft fingers meet her folds, opening her. She whimpers, sensitive.
“How was that?” Caitlyn asks gently, her fingers still tracing the wetness in her.
“Fuck.”
Caitlyn giggles and Vi smiles, still coming down from her orgasm. When her breathing evens, she grabs her hand, pulling Caitlyn down until she’s laying on the bed with Vi on top of her.
“Can I eat you out?”
Caitlyn bites her lower lip before getting comfortable in the bed.
“Be my guest.” She gestures to the banquet her body is and Vi jumps in.
She’s always been known as an eager one.