#cats are fluid

[markermage]

Setting Idea - Xenos Café & Grill

This eating establishment in space has recently gotten their caffeine license. The food is decent, but the real draw is the waitstaff, who represent a wide variety of species from across the galaxy. It's pretty much like a Hooters or maid café, but with a focus on a variety of alien species, their exoticism, and their individuality. There isn't a uniform, but instead an accessory that clips on wherever and creates a holographic projection above the person that indicates their name and position to serve a nametag role. The waitstaff are expected to come up with their own character and style that suits them, and the overall result is the place seeming like some small-scale vtuber agency.

The place would not be high class. The "Café &" part of the sign for the establishment looks like it was clumsily attached. The owner is a cheapskate (but still a bit caring at times). The newest employee is a member of a genetically engineered plant species created to be companionship slaves, and the owner of the restaurant was lucky enough to be around when the dignitary that bought her found out that his species is allergic to oxygen. Got a new worker and was paid a disposal fee. The focus on exoticism and individuality is pretty much an excuse to avoid needing to buy uniforms. The nametag holographic projectors are rather easy to hack due to how cheaply made they are. Overall, Xenos is a restaurant that is just managing to stay profitable, though there could be a Kitchen Nightmares plotline at some point.

I'm still working out the cast of people that would work there. Besides the plant girl mentioned before, I think there would have to be a robot that worries about being replaced with genetically engineered life, a talking cat with thumbs who claims to be to be descended from the pet of a royal family, a slime girl that is desperate to get the cat to wear a hairnet so that she wouldn't pick up as much cat hair, and an aquatic species whose sex changes to the least-represented sex in the room.

Sample Scene

Cat: Why is that mess assigned to one of my tables? He's dripping everywhere. As a fluid, I cannot interact with him out of concern for cross contamination.

Bot: I doubt that. You've got bones.

Cat: And those bones are suspended in a fluid body. I can take the shape of any container and I leave residue behind.

Goo: Sadly, I can't convince the boss to accept cat hair as residue, even though it keeps clogging up my slime.

Cat: You see? Even our gelatinous coworker agrees that I'm a fluid.

[pangur-and-grim]

Grim went off her food today. vomited up breakfast, and then refused to touch anything further. I thought the vomit was Pangur’s at first, so I spent the whole day babying her and hand feeding, until dinner when it became clear Grim was the one with nausea.

I’ve been doing my best to keep Grim from the kitten food, because the high fat content can give adult cats pancreatitis, but there’s been a couple times where I’ve put the food somewhere I thought was inaccessible only to find Grim up there accessing it. I didn’t think she’d stolen more than a couple mouthfuls, but her symptoms today seem very pancreatitis-y.

I’m so angry at myself for not having done a better job keeping the kitten food out of reach. I took her to an emergency vet (my regular one was closed) and they’ve decided to keep her overnight. the bloodwork tomorrow should show whether it’s pancreatitis.

[rainyram]

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(Chat Noir design is part of my trans Adrien AU!)

((Transparent/separate versions under the cut))

[nyaboshiikun]

Lil petey is not so little anymore 🍎 WHAHEUHuehuueueueueu

I saw this picture in Pinterest and thought of my son wwww

[catfindr]

[catgirl-presley]

Mod Presley here! It's trans visibility day!! Let's get the Elvii gathered for the seance circle used to summon the eldritch horror that brings everyone gender euphoria! Tag some elvii and share away!

✨️ Linking some resources ✨️

[elementcattos]

fukig Oobleck

[sodatabs-ontherun]

Fit check!!!

[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes Episode 146: Hedge Magic

This episode references episode 123

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

Ao3!

CWs: blood; group sex; oral sex; anal sex; enthusiastic consent

A/N: Another one that's not a request, but it's much softer than the last couple so it'll be a pleasant palette cleanser

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The Technocrats were closing in. You'd lived here for a while without issue, but nobody stays underground for long. You could get away, sure, you knew more than a few tricks to slip through the grasp of a couple of assholes in black suits, but it'd be a shame to lose what you'd built with Andy, not to mention all the stuff you'd accumulated over the last half a decade or so. You had a friend living in New York, a slightly washed up old ascension warrior calling himself Blitz. He owed you more than a few favours from the old days, and would be more than happy to put you up for a while in exchange for some enchanted drugs. Only problem was getting you, your bull-headed squeeze, and a flat's worth of aggregated crap together and across the Atlantic without passing through an airport. Air travel is a pretty risky bet for a tradition mage when they weren't on to you. Right now, airport security was a damn good way to find yourself face-down in a ditch, or worse. The Techs could always find worse.

You had one good ace up your sleeve though. That particular magic that makes such concepts as "here" and "there" meaningless: Correspondence. You smiled to yourself, it was Blitz who first taught you how to teleport, years and years ago, when you were a bright eyed young witch looking to change the world. Now you're older, a little more jaded, a lot warier around outhouse-sized men with German accents. But, you'd retained his lessons, and you knew exactly how to get to NYC before the afternoon. It'd just take power.

Power. That's always the rub. It's different for every tradition. The Hermetics start chanting in dead languages, the Ecstatics get drunk, the Chorus pray, more than a few Virtual Adepts swear by a handful of some stimulant or other, normally washed down with their preferred caffeinated drink. You're a Verbena, from a long line of witches and wise women. Two generations ago, your forebears may have found a goat to slaughter, but you believed in a more ethical form of magic. Blood was still important, sure, but it could be your own. The real catalyst for your power was a little more enjoyable to get: cum, lots and lots of cum. Sex has power, and you knew a few men who'd happily give you some. It'd work with women too, but it's more traditional to seduce a bunch of guys, not to mention more fun.

You lay in the living room, delicately scratching glyphs and runes into your flesh with the tip of an athame. Andy was standing by, watching patiently as blood dribbled from the shallow wounds, beading on your skin before following your curves down to the increasingly ruined mattress you'd dragged in here for precisely this reason. Paul and Brian were coming to see you off, just as soon as they finished up some odd jobs they had to do. They didn't know where you were going, nor how you were getting there, only to light the candles you'd prepared when you'd gone, and find somewhere to burn the mattress. They didn't need to know the why, the closer they came to knowing what's really going on, the more danger they're in. You all knew that. You also had another caller on the way, a serval called Leo, very much another pseudonym. He was an Etherite, but he was also a good lay, and down to fuck whenever so when you were planning your leaving party, you sent an invite.

You finished carving the last letter into yourself, feeling your skin him and prickle with energy as you passed the bloody knife to Andy to put away, before reclining on the mattress. As if on cue, the two lupines opened the door, hanging up their coats, talking between themselves and a Moroccan accent you hadn't heard in years. Seems like everyone's here.

You didn't bother waiting for them to all get ready before getting started. The whole point is to get as much fucking as possible within a short time, and you'd just finished carving yourself up. It wasn't a usual pain pulsing from your wounds. It didn't make you want to rest and heal, it spurred you on. Magical wounds made with a magic dagger, for the purpose of channeling a particularly carnal magic.

You felt your face flushing as you wrapped your arms around Andy, kissing him as his hands slid over you. Your cunt was dripping, dribbling slick over your legs as you grabbed at his balls, each one the size of an orange.

His cock extended from his sheath, hardening between your legs. You closed your thighs around it, humping his shaft as he grunted. The voices from the hallway were becoming more distinct, before stopping altogether and they stepped through the bead curtain into the living room.

Leo laughed "You Verbena, always finding the fun ways of doing things. I call first dibs on her cunt"

You grinned, Andy wasn't going to like that, but that means you'll just get it harder from him later. You stood up, taking in the looks of shock on Paul and Brian's face, contrasted by the feline smile from Leo. You knelt in front of him, letting him push his crotch to your waiting mouth. It'd been so long since you'd been with a felinid, you'd almost forgotten how eager they could be. Your tongue barely started teasing his sack before you felt his hands in your hair.

He pulled you up to the his sheath, purring as your tongue dipped inside, meeting the tip of his rapidly hardening cock. The barbs always felt strange on your tongue, firm and rubbery. You ran your tongue around the tip, feeling him tightening his grip before you leaned backwards, dragging him down before rolling and trapping him under your hips.

"Wanna make my boy jealous?" you murmured into his ear, urging him on before lowering yourself onto him. You rubbed up and down, grinding your clit against his barbed cock, reducing the Etherite below you to a panting mess.

Paul must've gotten over his trepidation, he stepped up, positioning his drooling, knotted cock in front of your face. You put on your best face, opening your mouth as you gazed up into his eyes and stuck out your tongue, inviting him in. Another canid cock rubbed over your asshole, oozing the prodigious quantities of precum they were famous for. You felt a stream of cool lube, massaged into your crack as he pushed gently in.

You shifted slightly, allowing Leo to slide in, the ample amounts of slick letting him sink into you, all the way to the base. You moaned into the cock in your mouth, hearing Paul groan at the vibrations of your voice. You leaned back slightly, feeling your asshole stretch around Brian's member. Your hips rocked gently, feeling the barbs in your pussy, the knot against your ass. Four pairs of hands fondled you, guiding your movements on the men inside you. You let the pleasure wash over you, the barbs in your cunt rubbing against the smooth cock in your rear, the salty-sweet taste of the precum painting your mouth, knowing that this was just the starter, whichever hole came free first would get a foot of minotaur schlong jammed into it.

Waves of sensation flooded over you. Your heart thumped in your ears. Your legs spasmed. Your muscles clenched. Andy pushed your head into Paul's crotch, making you gag on him as he started to pump down your throat. He knew what he was doing, jamming the lupine's knot into your mouth, force-feeding you cum. You gasped for breath between pumps, alternating swallowing and breathing.

Leo wasn't far behind, holding your hips down onto him as he unloaded into you, thick cum squirting inside. You shuddered with the feeling of being filled from both ends. Simmering power building in your cuts flushing you with endorphins. Your legs tightened up against Leo, trapping him in as your cunt milked him dry.

The knot left your mouth with an audible pop. Andy pulled you off Leo, positioning his own dripping rod against your used hole. You were as light as a panting, sweating ragdoll in his hands, your skin streaked with drying blood as you circled your hips on him.

He didn't care for foreplay. He'd just watched you get fucked by three other men, and wanted you to know who you belonged to. You gasped as he entered, the wide flare stretching you. Every thrust made you squeak, every pull dragging a dribble of felinid cum out with it. Your eyes rolled back, you loved it when he used you like this.

Your hand closed around the other lupine, jacking him off as your man used you to jack off. Your legs were still twitching from the last orgasm. You tried to guide him to your asshole, Andy picking up on what you wanted, thrusting into you more than lifting you up, letting you stuff your other hole before he redoubled his efforts. Your moans drowned out your thoughts. The buzzing magic made your head spin. You groped at your tits, feeling the next wave coming over you.

Andy pressed you against the mattress, forcing the other knot inside. As soon as your ass tightened around the base of Brian's cock, that was it. More hot ropes spurted within you. More power fuelled your ritual. More of that delicious haze filled your head. You could barely think at all now, focused on getting a wombful of Andy's spunk. You squeezed on him. You stroked his wide chest. You stuck your tongue into his mouth. You felt those gargantuan balls slapping against your ass. Every shuddering stroke they got tighter, rising inexorably as you sank.

You brought your mouth to his fluttering ear, smelling the musky sweat slicking his wiry fur to his skin. You uttered your command

"Cum in me"

You can't do mind-altering magic. You never learned how. Never wanted to. But as soon as those words left your lips, it was as though you were a master. The shuddering breathing was replaced by deep, braying roars. Andy stuffed the last few inches of his member into you, making you gasp as you stretched. He held you down onto him, throbbing and mooing. Then you felt it. Thick, hot, spraying so hard you could feel the pressure against your back walls. He would've filled you to bursting, had so much of his prodigious load not squirted out of you. It pooled underneath you in a puddle of glue-like seed. Your juices mixed, the cum of the four men, your own natural lubricant, and of course the blood still dripping from your etchings.

Your body buzzed, like a hive of bees were under your skin, trying to get out. You were only dimly aware of Leo herding the other men out. You clung to Andy. Both your hands were on his head, fixing him with your gaze. Your ears rang. You tasted ozone. The seed boiled within you. The world flickered, and the room was gone.

Your head cleared, the intoxicating power spent. You looked up from your lover, his softening cock slipping from you in a flow of cum.

You were in a warehouse, surrounded by a circle of wires and humming server racks. A bored looking man leaned against a pillar; overweight, balding, what hair he had was dyed acid pink, wearing a pair of black jeans and a band t-shirt under a jacket made of more patches than denim.

Blitz.

"Heard you'd be coming to visit" he threw a gym bag at you "change of clothes and documents. You're called Melanie now, and the big guy's Hector. Born and raised in Utah. Help me get your shit in the van"

You dug out your new fake ID. It was immaculate, Blitz was an ass, but he's an old man in a profession where most die young. You pick up some tricks.

Melanie. You could get used to that name. You turned to Andy, now Hector

"Here's to a new life"

[mokkagren]

happy pride month !!! :D

i don't have any better pride art right now because there's a lot going on so i drew both of these in an hour total during some spare time and god do these look bad but i don't care

[fuckyeahfluiddynamics]

Inside a Big Cat's Roar

The roars of big cats -- tigers, lions, jaguars, and leopards -- carry long distances. In part, this reflects the animals' size: large lungs exhale lots of air through a large voice-box, whose vibrations resonate in a large throat. But size alone does not make the roar. (Image credit: tiger - T. Myburgh, voice box - E. Walsh and J. McGee; research credit: E. Walsh and J. McGee) Read the full article

[sabertoothwalrus]

can you all please please please stop asking me to make a fionna and cake version of nico the catboy

[kleefkruid]

I'm very normal and not overly worried whatsoever about the kittens btw, certainly not after the emergency vet intervention.

Yesterday I went to check up on the kittens in the who are still in the scratchpost kabin hole thingy their mum keeps them in, and I couldn't spot one. In the dark hole. The hole where her mother blocks most of my vision. I immediately concluded it had died and she must have eaten it. For nutrients. No chance I just didn't spot it. Gone. Eaten. Anything else the more rational my brain suggested was promptly discarded.

I lived like this for a few hours. The kitten is entirely there and uneated by the way. What's object permanence. Cannibalism is the answer. I'm tired.

[hennethgalad]

[daisymaestinkus]

Fluid dynamics

[boatcats]

I took off work to bring the cat to the vet and there was an old salt telling sea stories in the waiting room.

There's no escape.

Him: There was one time I got on a tanker out of New York going down to Texas and...

Me, to the cat: Well, pay attention, Mignonne, you might learn something.