"Ch-chad?" Rick whimpered into the darkness. No reply. Rick slowly pushed his body up off the fieldhouse floor. He tried to dust off his torn clothes but all he did was send his ragged strips of eviscerated clothing to the ground. He was naked and alone in the fieldhouse. He shuddered. His plan had worked, but then it went horribly wrong. Chad was a rubber cat, but he was nobody's slave. At least he was gone. Now was it dark enough that no one would notice Rick streaking across the field to the locker room? He had to go before they locked it down. He looked down at his shredded clothing, really just ribbons of fabric thanks to Chad's razor sharp claws. He shook his head.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed something. The pile of Chad's clothing. He smiled, Chad would not be needing them. He walked over and collected the sweat shirt and joggers. He dressed, and opened the fieldhouse door.
He had taken just two steps, when shadow dropped from the roof behind him, and landed noiselessly behind and next to him. He felt Chad's hot breath on his neck and cheek, and the cold steel like claw against his Adam's apple.
"Mreow," said Chad languidly, "going someplace with my clothing, Mickey?"
"It's Ricky, I mean, Rick, and well, you shredded mine, and you weren't using them. Let me go to my locker to change and you can have them back then, okay?"
"No, my little mousy. I own those clothes, and I own what's inside my clothes. And you're going to go my your middle name from now on, Richard Michael, Mickey for short," purred Chad rubbing a rubbery cheek against Mickey's flesh cheek.
"Su-sure, Chad, whatever you say. Call me Mickey. Now let's go to the locker room."
"You weren't planning on going to the locker room originally were you, mousy? No, you had these in your shredded clothing, your wallet and keys," Chad said producing them in his other clawed hand right in front of Mickey's face.
"Honestly, I forgot. I thought they were in the locker because they weren't in the remnants of my clothing, I uh, what uh?"
Chad's voice came from the other side of Rick's head. Rick was unaware that Chad moved. He said, "M'reow, you've been a naughty mousy, haven't you. Making me into uh, Chad Noir like in Miraculous sort of?" Chad purred, as his cheek rubbed up against Rick's other cheek, it felt less like rubber and more like skin. As Chad moved to drape his rubber clad arm across Mickey's shoulders, his head moved into the moonlight. Chad's pink face and blond hair were visible. The black cat ears on top Chad's head twitched and moved. No human ears were visible, everything else was sealed in seamless black rubber.
"Purr-fect night, full moon," Chad Noir said casually. "Well, let's get to.your car, and drive downtown. I think Willie's Tattoo Parlor will be able to do the job."
"Wh-what job?" Rick asked.
Chad's clawed index finger pressed against Mickey's lips, and Chad Noir whispered in Mickey's ear, "Less-s-s talkie, more walkie, mousy."
Rick felt gravel beneath his feet. Chad had walked him across the field, passing the locker room, and into the parking lot, and Rick hadn't noticed until now.
The next thing Rick knew, he was in the driver's seat of his own car, Chad Noir was mostly in the passenger seat, but he was lounging on his side with his soft rubber booted feet in Rick's lap. Chad reached over and started the ignition. Mickey swallowed hard, as he realized Chad Noir's boots were jerking Rick off.
Chad lounged in the passenger seat with his elbow on the dashboard, and his head in the palm of his hand. His eyes gleamed as he stared at Ricky, and his feet continued to play with Rick's crotch.
"Willie's drive," was all Chad said. He purred softly and his eyes never moved. Rick shivered. He had seen his cat stare at his goldfish or a song bird outside the window, the same way Chad Noir was staring at Rick -er, Mickey. Except there was no glass barrier between the covetous stare of this cat, unlike the bird and fish benefitted from.
Rick was so worried about what Chad might tattoo on him that it wasn't until he pulled into Willie's parking lot that he realized that Chad was able to control the suit. He now looked like a human in a catsuit, not an anthropomorphic panther. He shouldn't be able to do that. Rick began to break into a cold sweat. None of this shouldbe happening.