Meow.

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: EDM

Ships: Skrillmau5

Warnings: joel being a giant creep, non-consensual cat transformation

Joel doesn’t quite get why Sonny rushed offstage in such a hurry- that is, until he catches up to him backstage. Sonny’s in the venue bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror with a look of horror. Joel’s about to tell him for the millionth time nobody really cares that much about his acne scars or whatever pimple he woke up with, when he notices the whiskers . And not, like, whiskers as in the beginnings of a beard… actual, long, catlike, whiskers. Suddenly Joel’s as bewildered as Sonny is. 

“You definitely didn’t have whiskers this morning,” Joel says, which is half a joke and half wondering if he should drag the kid to a doctor. 

“You’re not fucking funny, man,” Sonny says, still prodding at his face in the mirror. Then Joel notices… claws? Surely that’s his eyes playing tricks on him, right? Joel comes to Sonny’s side and, gently, pulls his hand away from his face. 

“Hey, you’re gonna hurt your… self…” Joel starts to trail off when he notices, all of a sudden, that Sonny’s eyes don’t look quite so human anymore. He takes his friend’s glasses off so he can get a closer look, and Sonny’s just staring at him with those wide, catlike eyes, on the edge between horror and terror. And the worst part of it, to Joel, is the spike of arousal that washes over him, the way his friend’s fear turns him on. He tries not to let it show, but he’s fixated on the little white hairs that are beginning to sprout on Sonny’s hands and chin. When Sonny opens his mouth to speak, Joel notices just how long and sharp his canine teeth have become, and the small lisp their length causes.

“Quit staring, man, go get help or something!” Is what Sonny tries to say, but the end comes out a little more like someth-nya. Joel backs away as if about to oblige, when Sonny trips forward, paws- yes, paws, clinging to Joel’s shoulders, claws digging into the leather of his jacket. Joel comes face-to-face with Sonny’s new feline ears, black like his hair and pinned back with fear. And has Sonny gotten… smaller? The poor boy was already pitifully short, but Joel swears he’s lost half a foot, at least. 

Joel wraps an arm around Sonny to hold him steady and leans to one side, noticing that his feet have become paw-shaped as well, unsuited to bipedal movement and poking up from his ill-fit shoes. Gaze traveling further upward, Joel realizes that Sonny now has a tail, as well. 

If Joel didn’t have a boner already, he’s absolutely certain he does now. He feels a little bad about the arousal his friend’s plight is causing him, but not quite bad enough to let go of Sonny and go get help like he asked. Besides, who’s going to believe him if he does? The transformation is happening so quickly, Sonny would surely look like any normal cat by the time he convinced someone this was actually happening.

So Joel does nothing, and wraps his arm around Sonny a little tighter, biting his lip as he scratches behind his friend’s ear- a soft mewl escapes Sonny. 

“Maybe- you know, being a cat wouldn’t be so bad,” Joel says in a half-attempt to soothe Sonny. Sonny hisses at him- he tries to speak, but the sound that comes out of his rounded, feline muzzle is more akin to a yowl than any actual word. Joel’s pretty sure he’s going to hell now, but he reaches down and squeezes his cock to relieve just some of the pressure- and Sonny notices. Frustrated, Sonny lashes out. One paw releases from Joel’s jacket, and Sonny’s claws swipe across his face. Joel yelps as he lets go, and Sonny tumbles to the floor without the support. 

Joel quickly checks himself in the mirror- shit, that’s definitely leaving a mark- before turning to Sonny. Sonny now appears almost entirely feline, if not abnormally large for a cat. And even still, it’s obvious that he’s shrinking, his clothes swamping his form and making it difficult to run away. The cat, now completely unrecognizable as Sonny Moore, struggles within its fabric prison. Joel growls lowly as he grabs the cat by its scruff and pulls it away from the pile of clothes. 

“You know what, Sonny? I think the first thing I’m doing is getting you declawed before I try to fix this.”