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Eric thought he could keep his secret hidden from his family. But the more the kittens seemed to grow, the more they began to resemble Eric.
The questions kept coming until Eric finally confessed what he had been doing, fueled by a passionate love for Dylan. Their strange interspecies romance.

His parents forced him out, with only a few essentials in his car, Dylan in the seat beside him, and the kittens squirming and crying in their little bed on the floorboard of the passenger seat.
They kicked him out but didn’t disown him. Enough money for a small trailer and money to pay off all the bills for three years.

Since Littleton was a small town, word travelled fast. He was already a teenage freakbag, but now he was the town pariah. Not even Kevin wanted to associate with him. His own brother! Whatever, Eric didn’t need anyone. He had Dylan, he had their children. Nothing else mattered.
They lived on the very outskirts of town, there wasn’t anyone else living their for a good two miles. Eric was strangely happy. He had his family.

The kittens were growing slowly. They could see and hear now, and they could even say a few words. Mama, Papa, milk, but not much else.
They were an issue when Eric took them into town for errands. They were well behaved, gazing at everything in curiousity with wide hazel and blue eyes, ears twitching, mewling and babbling. They could tell they were not liked, though. People called Papa bad names, and words they couldn’t understand. People gave them disgusted looks. One time, someone tried to snatch them up and take them and Mama away while screaming at him. Eric fought back and left, snuggling his cat-wife and their babies close, trying not to cry.

From that point on, Eric went alone, leaving Dylan to care for the kittens. Dylan was a good mother, cleaning them, nursing them, and keeping them out of trouble.
Her milk was drying up, and Eric would have to bottle feed them soon. Unless Dylan got pregnant again. She’d grown a little bit, and Eric could fit just the tip of his erection inside her. She wouldn’t be in heat for a few months though.

While Eric was gone into town, Dylan and the kids would hang out on the front steps. Today was just like any other, the babies wrestled around and played while Dylan watched happily.
One of the younger kittens had caught site of a spider and chased after it, bouncing off the steps and into the yard. She pounced and lunged at the spider until it scrambled off onto the asphalt road.
Dylan’s ears perked up as she heard a car coming. She looked at the road and yowled, seeing her baby over it. She sprang off the steps and quickly grabbed her child by the neck.
Didn’t notice the car was nearly on top of her.
She was thrown onto the ground, kitten unharmed. Dylan was yowling and moaning in pain, two legs broken and her body bleeding profusely. She managed to crawl to the grass, Arlene still clutched shaking in her teeth, dropping her down in the yard. Dylan curled up on the side of the road, panting, vision getting blurry from the pain.

Eric got home ten minutes later, not noticing Dylan laying a few feet from him. The kittens pranced over to him, frantically mewling “Mama” over and over and crawling up his legs.

"Where’s Mama, babies?" Eric asked. Something was wrong. He looked around until he saw the blood in the road.
Eric’s stomach dropped, his heart stopped at the realization.
“DYLAN!!” He screamed, running towards the dying body. He dropped to his knees and picked up her mangled form.
Dylan purred softly, wincing in pain.

"I’m here, baby. Daddy will fix you…" Eric was trying not to panic. "I love you." He carried her in the house, setting her down gently on the kitchen counter, the children watching from the small living room.
Dylan’s blue eyes shone. Her breathing was getting more shallow. Eric washed the blood and tried to stop the bleeding, attempting to set her broken bones.
With her last few ounces of strength, she nuzzled Eric’s arm. He picked her up and kissed her tenderly. She licked his mouth, nuzzling his neck. She meowed happily, happy to be with Eric.

Then Dylan, his baby, his lover, stopped breathing.

*END*

Eric’s kitten, Dylan, was acting strangely. She had a sudden loss of appetite when she normally could put away two cans of food and some table scraps in a day. She would mew and yowl almost constantly, begging for attention. She also started peeing on the floor, even though Eric had taught her to pee in her litter box.
But mostly, she wanted Eric. Dylan would beg for him to pet her, lay in his lap while he did his homework, and she would follow Eric upstairs at dinner, sleeping on his feet as everyone ate.

Eric indulged Dylan’s need for love, rubbing her ears, stroking her hair and back, and giving her tummy massages. Dylan wasn’t a total cat. She was half human, half cat. Black cat ears and tail on a tiny human form, almost doll-like.Eric had found her by the side of the road, tiny and cowering in a cardboard box. He’d taken her home and washed her, and from that day on, they shared an unbreakable bond.

Eric didn’t think much of Dylan’s behavior until he noticed she was licking between her legs more often. Eric sat her down on his desk, opening her little thighs.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Eric asked, fully knowing Dylan couldn’t speak. She responded by playfully smacking at his head with a tiny hand. He noticed a bit of blood dripping from the tiny hole. Eric picked Dylan up and put her in his jacket pocket and went upstairs to the computer, Dylan poking her head out to observe her surroundings. Eric researched the symptoms Dylan was having and sighed, scooping his kitten out of his pocket. She focused on Eric with her big blue eyes, mewling with concern.

"Well, lil’ darlin’." Eric stated, gently scratching behind her ears. "Looks like yer in heat."
Eric stared at Dylan, who licked his hand. He sighed, knowing that Dylan’s insides must be in pain. Sparky, his puppy baby, never had this issue because he was fixed.
Eric knew mating fixed the heat, but he knew of no other cats Dylan could mate with. And even if Sparky wasn’t fixed, there was no way he could mate a cat with a dog.

He picked Dylan up, snuggling her against his chest as he descended into the basement. He sat down on his bed, letting Dyl roll around on his lap. He rubbed her belly, which made her purr.
“Ya love me don’t ya, Dylan?” Eric asked. Dyl meowed in reply, swishing her tail. Her blue eyes sparkled, making a blush creep on Eric’s face.
It may have been the fact he was a virgin, or the fact he was so close to her….He felt Dyl was more than his pet, more than his baby.

Dylan crawled up Eric’s chest, licking his chin and jaw. She jumped off onto the bed and put her little butt up in the air, tail off to one side. Eric blushed even harder.
Eric read this was a sign that a cat was….ready.
Dylan wanted Eric to mate with her.

"B-baby?" Eric asked. Dylan gave a tiny yowl, tail swishing wildly. "Um, Daddy will fix this, you’ll get better…"
It didn’t help that Dylan had a human vagina. It was teeny tiny and virginal, but a vagina no less.
Eric gulped and wished Dylan was a little bit bigger. If he could just stick the tip in….He gripped his crotch and moaned. He wished he could become small like Dylan and mount her….He felt his erection grow, and he began to pant.

I love Dyl. I’m….in love…with Dyl…. Eric thought. Dylan climbed up on his lap and Eric stroked her hair.
“I’m gonna make ya better, honey.” Eric said. “I know ya want me to mate with ya.” Dylan mewled happily and licked his cheek. “Daddy’s gonna make that mean, nasty heat go away.”

Eric went into the bathroom, rooting around the medicine cabinet. His cock was obviously too large to put inside Dyl. Even his pinky finger would be a bit too big.
There were q-tips, but he didn’t think those wouldn’t be effective.
He found an eyedropper hidden in the back of the cabinet and smiled. Dyl could be able to handle that inside of her. He slid the eyedropper into his pocket and went into the kitchen, grabbing a styrofoam cup.
He went back to his bedroom, setting the cup and eyedropper on the bed. Dylan stuck her head into the cup, tipping it over in the process. Eric laughed and she gave a questioning meow.

"It’s okay, baby. I’m gonna mate with ya." Eric said, undoing the button on his jeans. "We can’t do it in the normal way, fuck knows. But I’m gonna do this because I love you so much." Dylan mewled happily as Eric tugged his zipper down and pawed his hard, uncut cock. Eric moaned softly and grinned. Dylan must have liked the natural, fleshy odor because she began to lick it. Eric’s cock twitched, and he scratched Dyl’s ears in gratitude.

Eric gently shoved Dylan aside as he grasped the cup and held it under his cock. He stroked his erection with his free hand, groaning and moving his hips. It didn’t take him long to reach orgasm, and he squirted a copious amount of semen into the cup.
Dylan looked at him in curiousity as Eric set the cup down. She sniffed the cup and wrinkled her tiny nose.

"I know, I know. Daddy’s milk probably doesn’t smell good, sugar." He chuckled. He dipped a finger in the cup and brought it up to Dylan’s tiny mouth, letting her lick it. "Oh, my milk does taste good?"
Eric set Dyl on her back, spreading open her legs. She squirmed and batted her feet at him.
Eric put the eyedropper in the cup of semen and squeezed, filling it up.

He pressed the very tip against Dyl’s little hole. She whined in pain, and Eric pulled away, sighing and rubbing her tummy.
Eric smiled and rubbed Dylan’s tiny slit with his pinky, and was surpised to feel how moist it was.

"Oh, my sweet baby." Eric smiled and leaned his head down, licking the tiny folds and sucking the tiny nub that was her clitoris. Dylan whimpered and yowled as Eric tickled her private parts with his mouth.
When Eric figured Dyl had enough, he pressed the tip of the eyedropper inside. Dyl mewled and purred, taking the dropper in bit by bit until it was fully inside.
He thrust it in and out slowly. Eric could hear Dylan purring. She liked it! Eric laughed and squeezed the bulb, filling Dyl’s tiny, swollen womb with his human semen. He pulled out the syringe as Dylan squirmed on her back in happiness.

"Ya feel better, baby?" Eric leaned his face down and pressing his nose onto Dylan’s, rubbing it. Dylan licked his lips with her tiny tounge. Eric blushed and pulled Dylan back on his lap, holding her gently, grinning.
“I love you, honey.”

Eric repeated the procedure for the next few days until Dylan’s heat subsided. Soon, Dylan showed signs of being pregnant. She was still being super sweet towards Eric, and was eating better, but would occasionally have morning sickness.
She made a nest of towels and one of Eric’s pillows and laid down in the fetal position to sleep, too.
Eric was looking forward to becoming a father, it didn’t matter if he had fathered kittens. Him and Dyl loved each other dearly.

One night, Dylan’s time came. She laid on the towel, legs splayed open, panting and mewling in pain.
Eric watched over the birth, helping Dylan along as well as he could. Dylan gave birth to five tiny humanoid creatures, smaller than her, all with fuzzy kitty ears and little kitty tails. She licked them clean, nuzzling them happily. Eric grinned, snuggling them all up in one of his flannels. He kissed Dylan’s forehead.

"We’re parents now, honey. Happy birthday, babies.

In the morning, Eric showed the new family additions to his own family.

"Dyl had kittens. Look at ‘em." Eric was beaming, holding a flannel lined cardboard box which contained their squirming, squeaking offspring.
Dylan sat in Eric’s jeans pocket, looking up at the box, meowing at her babies and trying to comfort them.

"Well, congratulations, darling!" Mrs. Harris picked Dylan up and scratching behind her ears delicately. "Such a brave girl you are."
“Are you planning to keep them?” Mr. Harris asked. “My god, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say some look like you, son.”

"Yessir, I’m keeping ‘em." Eric replied, smirking. "I’m gonna raise ‘em like they was my own babies."

*END*