R.O.O.M.M.A.T.E.S. [BoyxBoy]

[1] R.O.O.M.M.A.T.E.S.

Warning: There is a lot of humor in this story that people may take as offensive. There may be hints of dub-con and there are definitely truamatic experiences that my main character goes through. If you need a more detailed list of things that may trigger you in this story, feel free to send me a message.

Now that that's taken care of, I hope you enjoy the story. If you can't read it because of the possibility of being triggered, I thank you for the consideration. 

~Ishy

R.O.O.M.M.A.T.E.S.

Chapter One

Chase's POV

The mouse scampered along the forest floor, it's long pink tail twitching slightly as it paused, putting it's nose in the air searching for an unseen danger. After a moment it decided rather stupidly that no danger was nearby, and shuffled along, pausing at a nut. If mice could smile, this one surely would as it grabbed the nut without a second hesitation, and sniffed it, holding it between two furry little pink hands.

Now.

I darted from out behind the large tree root that had served as my hiding spot, my eyes narrowing slightly as I pounced, heading straight towards the mouse.

It tried to run as it realized that it was about to be attacked, but it was too late as I sank my claws into it's back, before leaning down and breaking it's tiny neck with my teeth easily.

I swear mice are getting dumber by the second. Did it not realize I had put that nut there?

Then again, it was just a stupid little mouse.

I leaned down in a silent bow towards the earth, my whiskers twitching.

Thank you for this wonderful kill, Goddess. 

I then sank my teeth into it's neck, tearing a large chunk of it's flesh out, purring at the wonderful taste.

After I ate most of my favorite parts, I left the rest of the mouse as an offering to the Goddess. You so did not want to invoke her wrath after she let you have such a fine kill.

I yawned as the sun warmed my pelt, then decided I should head home. After all, I had gone hunting pretty early because I had no idea how long it would take me to hunt.

I shifted a moment later, my bones shifting back into place as I grimaced. I never liked this part.

An uncomfortable itchy sensation ran over my skin as my fur sank into my flesh, my bones shifting and clicking, making a sound I'd think would come from a skeleton if they were walking, my skin reforming as it was stretched and shrunk, leaving me feeling like I was some sort of rubber toy for a small child, and then finally my tail folding in on itself, my ears sinking into my flesh, my muzzle forming back into a pair of plump lips and a nose that might have been a fraction too long in the bridge. I finally relaxed as the change settled, and I sighed standing up from the forest floor.

In case you're wondering, yes I am indeed a were-cat... Or, a wereleopard to be precise. And to be even more precise, a were clouded leopard, that goes by the name Chase Wilde.

Rather ironic, now that I come to think of it.

I sat up, completely ignoring the fact I was now completely nude, (Having shed myself of clothes before transforming, since if I had left them on it would have been a lot more unpleasant, not to mention weird because some of the clothes might have been stuck on me, if super torn from having to endure the change) and padded along the forest floor gleefully at my kill. I had wondered if mice were actually stupid enough to go for a nut that I had used as a trap, and today I had found out they most certainly were.