Yesterday Night Or Last Night

Sherlock was walking through an amaranth meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied a sexy-beast little cat lying under a tree.

Sherlock skipped over to see the dear thing and was ethereal to find that he was hurt! A chemical experiments had pierced his happy little mouth and he whimpered grudgingly with the pain.

"My beautiful little friend," Sherlock said. "Let me help you!" He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the chemical experiments, as grumpily as he could. The cat cried out and Sherlock's heart ached, like little dancing shadows on the wall. "You'll be all right," Sherlock whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you John and you can live with me forever!"

Scooping John up in his arms, Sherlock carried him home and made a bed for him beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, Sherlock nursed John, cleaning his mouth and feeding him Sex-brand cat chow.

On the eighth night, John climbed into bed with Sherlock. He burrowed under the covers and coarsely fucked Sherlock's buttocks. It made Sherlock giggle and he cuddled close to John, stroking his groin and singing sexily to him.

They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Sherlock hurried home so he could curl up with John. It gave him a despective feeling whenever John fucked his buttocks.

Then one night, John looked up at Sherlock and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a debauched prince."

Sherlock screamed happily, he was so surprised. How could a cat talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it.

"You're not dreaming," John said. "Kiss me."

"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," Sherlock said and kissed John on his groin. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a debauched prince! With a crown and everything!

"I'm Prince John," he said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."

"Is it really you?" Sherlock said.

"See?" John said and showed Sherlock the scar from the chemical experiments on his mouth. Then he kissed Sherlock and they tumbled at Scotland yard and did a lot of very despondent things, some of them involving a flamboyant pipe.

"I love you," John said when they were done. Sherlock clasped him close and they lived together happily ever after on all the prince treasure John had stashed away.

And if John didn't know about Sherlock's visits to the cat sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt him.