The shimmer in the center of the game room intensified, the air folding and twisting like someone was crumpling reality itself. John leaned forward in the gaming chair, elbows on his knees, yellow eyes locked onto the forming shape. His heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat. Thirty seconds had never felt so long.
And then Yuulus appeared.
The shape solidified all at once, like a photograph developing in reverse. Pure white skin that seemed to glow faintly in the dim room, curly black hair bouncing as the small body materialized on the floor. Yuulus was sitting up, legs crossed, those striking white pupils with black sclera blinking rapidly as he got his bearings. His tiny frame was exactly as John had designed, slim and slender but with those wide, fuckable hips and that big ass pressing against the stone floor. Flat chest, narrow waist, and a face that was somehow both cute and terrifying at the same time, those little fangs just barely visible between his lips.
For a moment, Yuulus just sat there, looking around the room with obvious confusion. The triple monitors glowing in the corner, the massive PC tower humming, the dark walls and the floating blue screens. Then his eyes met John's.
Yuulus freaked out.
He scrambled backward on his hands and knees, scooting away until his back hit the leg of the desk. His white pupils were wide, black sclera making the expression even more dramatic. His curly hair bounced with every movement, and those wide hips shifted as he tried to put distance between them. His small two-inch cock, soft and tiny, was visible for a second before he pulled his knees up to his chest.
"W-Where the hell am I!?" Yuulus's voice was high and sharp, cracking with panic. He pointed a trembling finger at John, his whole hand shaking.
"Who are you!? What is this place!? Answer me, you weird tall freak!"
John grinned. Oh, he was so cute. The bratty attitude was already showing, the tsundere energy radiating off him in waves. Even terrified and confused, Yuulus was trying to act tough, pointing that finger like he was about to cast a spell or something. The little fangs flashed when he talked, and those white-on-black eyes were mesmerizing.
"You're in my headquarters," John said, keeping his voice calm and easy.
"I made you. You're my summon now."
Yuulus's face went through about five different expressions in two seconds. Confusion, disbelief, anger, more confusion, and then a deep, furious blush that spread across his pure white cheeks. "Made me!? What the hell does that mean!? I'm not some—some toy you can just—ugh!"
He sputtered, waving his hands in frustration.
John stood up from the chair and walked over slowly. Yuulus pressed himself harder against the desk leg, but there was nowhere to go. John crouched down in front of him, bringing himself to eye level, and just looked at him for a moment. Those wide hips, that big ass, those cute little fangs. The pure white skin looked even softer up close.
John reached out and patted Yuulus on the head.
The effect was immediate. Yuulus's eyes went even wider, his whole body stiffening like he'd been electrocuted. His mouth opened and closed soundlessly, and then he swatted John's hand away with a sharp smack.
"D-Don't touch me with your disgusting hands!"
Yuulus shouted, ears turning red under his black curls. He crossed his arms over his flat chest, turning his head away dramatically.
"I don't want your gross pats! I don't even know who you are! You could be some kind of pervert for all I know!"
John just grinned wider. He was definitely a pervert, but Yuulus didn't need to know that yet. He pulled his hand back, waiting.
Ten seconds passed. The room was quiet except for the hum of the PC.
Yuulus's eyes darted toward John, then away, then back again. His bottom lip stuck out in a pout, and his cheeks were still that deep, furious red. He shifted on the floor, those wide hips wiggling slightly, and let out a frustrated little huff.
"...Okay," Yuulus muttered, barely loud enough to hear.
"You can touch me a bit. But make it quick! And don't think this means anything, idiot!"
John's grin threatened to split his face. He reached out again, this time slower, giving Yuulus time to change his mind. But the little femboy just sat there, still pouting, still blushing, waiting with his arms crossed. John's hand landed on top of that curly black hair, and he started patting.
The hair was so soft, the curls wrapping around his fingers as he stroked. Yuulus stiffened at first, every muscle tense, but after a few seconds he started to relax, just a little. His eyes fluttered half-closed, and his pout softened into something almost like contentment.
John didn't stop at patting. He roughed up the curly hair, ruffling it with both hands, messing it up in every direction.
"Good boy,"
John said, voice warm and teasing.
"Such a good little summon."
Yuulus's blush exploded. It spread from his cheeks down his neck, across his flat chest, even to the tips of his ears. His mouth opened and closed, clearly trying to form an insult, but nothing came out except a tiny, involuntary sound. Something between a squeak and a purr.
"Don't—don't call me that!" Yuulus finally managed, but his voice had lost all its fire. It came out breathy, almost pleased, completely undermining his words.
John kept ruffling, kept patting, kept calling him a good boy. Yuulus's head started leaning into the touches, his eyes fully closed now, those little fangs visible as his lips parted slightly. He was actually enjoying it, the bratty act crumbling by the second.
Then John stopped.
He pulled his hands back and sat on his heels, just watching.
Yuulus's eyes snapped open. His head actually followed John's retreating hands for a second before he caught himself and froze. The look on his face was pure shock, like John had just slapped him instead of stopped petting him. His mouth opened, closed, opened again.
"W-Why did you stop?" Yuulus demanded, voice cracking. Then he seemed to realize what he'd said, and his blush somehow got even deeper.
"I mean—not that I want you to continue! I don't care! Do whatever you want! It's not like I was enjoying it or anything!"
But his body betrayed him. He was leaning forward slightly, his head tilted, those white pupils dilated and hazy. He was clearly waiting for more.
John ignored him. Instead, he reached out and grabbed one of Yuulus's cheeks, pinching the soft white skin between his thumb and finger. He pulled gently, stretching the cheek out playfully, watching the flesh squish and reform.
"Mmmph! What are you doing!?" Yuulus's voice was muffled by the pinch, his words coming out garbled. He tried to swat John's hand away again, but this time his swat was weak, half-hearted.
John just grinned and kept playing with the cheek, pulling and releasing, watching the skin bounce back. It was so soft, so smooth, like touching silk. He moved to the other cheek, pinching that one too, stretching it out. Yuulus's protests grew weaker and weaker until he was just sitting there, letting John squish his face, still blushing furiously.
"Who even are you?" Yuulus finally asked, the question coming out quiet and confused. His white pupils searched John's face, looking for something, some kind of answer.
John released the cheek and sat back. "I'm the one who made you. So that makes me your master."
Yuulus stared at him. His eyebrows shot up, his mouth forming a perfect little O of surprise.
"Eh!? You?" He pointed at John again, but this time the finger wasn't shaking with fear. It was shaking with disbelief.
"You're my master? This tall, weird-looking guy with the yellow eyes?"
John nodded, still grinning.
Yuulus's expression went through another rapid shift. Surprise, disbelief, then a kind of reluctant acceptance. His shoulders sagged, and he let out a long, dramatic sigh. "Whatever. I suppose I could let my master pat me then. It's not like I have a choice, right? But don't get the wrong idea! I still think you're weird and gross and I don't like you at all!"
Even as he said it, he was leaning forward again, his head tilting slightly, those white pupils half-lidded. John reached out and started patting again, running his fingers through those soft black curls, and Yuulus let out a sound that was definitely a purr. A low, rumbling purr that vibrated through his tiny chest.
John scratched behind one of Yuulus's ears, and the purring got louder. The little femboy's eyes closed completely, his whole body relaxing into the touches. His wide hips shifted, his big ass settling more comfortably on the floor, and his small two-inch cock twitched slightly, just barely visible between his legs.
"This is—this is only because you're my master," Yuulus mumbled, barely coherent.
"Don't think I actually like this. I just... have to... let you..."
He trailed off, purring too loud to keep talking.
John was having the time of his life. This was exactly what he'd wanted. A bratty tsundere who acted tough but melted the second you gave him attention. He scratched behind the other ear, then ran his fingers down the back of Yuulus's neck, feeling the soft skin and the way the little body shivered.
And then Yuulus sneezed.
It was a tiny sneeze, barely more than a "choo!" but the effect was instantaneous and dramatic. A puff of white smoke erupted from the small femboy, swirling around him in a cloud that smelled faintly of ozone and something sweet. John jerked his hands back, coughing as the smoke filled his lungs.
When it cleared, Yuulus was gone.
In his place sat a small white cat. Pure white fur, the same shade as the skin had been, with black curly patches that matched the hair. The cat had striking eyes, white pupils on black sclera, exactly the same as before. It was tiny, maybe six pounds soaking wet, with a fluffy tail and little fangs that poked out from its mouth.
The cat blinked at John, then looked down at its own paws, then back up at John.
"Mrow?" it said.
John stepped back so fast he almost tripped over his own feet. "Woah!" His voice echoed through the game room. "What the hell!?"
The cat, Yuulus presumably, lifted one paw and examined it with obvious confusion. Then it tried to speak, but only another "mrow?" came out. Its tail flicked back and forth, and those striking eyes were wide with something between panic and curiosity.
John pulled up the status screen with a flick of his wrist, the blue window appearing in the air in front of him. He scrolled down to the race field, and his eyebrows shot up.
Race: Changeling
"Huh," John said out loud. "Non-human turned into changeling. That's... actually pretty cool." He read the description that popped up. Changelings could shift between forms, usually humanoid and animal, sometimes based on emotional states or environmental triggers. The sneeze must have been the trigger. Yuulus had shifted into a cat form.
John dismissed the screen and looked back at the white cat. Yuulus was still sitting there, looking thoroughly confused, one paw still raised like he didn't know what to do with it.
"Well," John said, crouching down again. "This is new."
He reached out slowly, giving the cat time to adjust, and started petting again. The white fur was even softer than the skin had been, dense and plush under his fingers. Yuulus the cat tensed for a moment, then relaxed, leaning into the touch. A purr rumbled from the tiny body, louder than before, vibrating through John's fingertips.
"You're still cute," John said, scratching behind the cat's ears. The purring intensified. "Even as a cat. Maybe cuter, actually."
The cat's eyes half-closed, and it butted its head against John's palm, demanding more. John obliged, scratching under the chin, along the jaw, down the back. The white fur rippled under his hand, and the cat's tail curled happily.
Then John tried to give it a belly rub.
He reached under the cat, fingers brushing the soft white fur of its stomach, and the reaction was immediate. The cat's eyes snapped open, its body went rigid, and it scrambled away so fast it was almost a blur. It darted under the desk, then out the other side, its little claws clicking on the stone floor.
"Hey!" John called out, scrambling to his feet. "Come back!"
The cat, Yuulus, shot him a look over its shoulder, those white pupils narrowed in what looked like offense. Then it bolted out the open door of the game room and into the library beyond.
John took off after it.
"Yuulus! Get back here!" His boots pounded on the stone floor as he ran through the library, past the endless shelves of untouched books. The white cat was fast, a tiny blur of fur darting between the shelves, leaping over chairs, sliding across tables. John almost caught it twice, fingers brushing that fluffy tail, but each time it squirmed away at the last second.
"I just want to give you a belly rub!" John shouted, skidding around a corner. "It's not that weird! Cats like belly rubs!"
The cat answered with a rude "Mrrrrow!" that sounded suspiciously like laughter.
John chased it through the library, down a long corridor lined with tapestries, past the entrance to Marrianetta's chambers. He could hear Lui's voice somewhere in the distance, yelling something about "what's all that noise!?" but he didn't stop. The cat was faster, more agile, weaving between his legs and under furniture.
"Let me give you a belly rub!" John yelled, diving for the cat as it paused on a windowsill. He missed, his chest hitting the stone wall, and the cat leaped gracefully to the floor and kept running.
It darted into the grand hallway, the one with the massive chandeliers and the endless black marble floor. John's boots slipped on the polished stone, and he almost wiped out, catching himself on a column at the last second. The cat looked back at him, those striking eyes gleaming with mischief, and then it disappeared through a doorway on the far side.
John grinned, panting, and kept running. He was going to catch that little brat if it was the last thing he did. And then he was going to give it the longest, most thorough belly rub in the history of belly rubs.