Off-Time (Patreon Commission for EonKitty)

It wasn’t every day that he got to spend some time with Sierra, but with Emily off fixing an unfortunate amount of tears in reality caused by the two’s latest ascension, there wasn’t much else he could do until everything was fixed and put back into its proper place. It had become routine to a certain extent, which the cat was all-but certain should not be the case, but alas; when dealing with goddesses like those two, it was all-but impossible not to readjust one’s perspective to better fit that of a pair of creatures that saw existence itself less as he did, and more as a plaything to bap around like a ball of yarn… or a meatball, in the Latias’ case. There wasn’t much Sierra that couldn’t equate to food, and even those precious few things were mostly seen as seasonings for the mile; she was a very… dedicated mind, for lack of a better word, and if not for Emily’s somewhat moderating presence, the Latias most likely would spend all of her time eating and remaking the multiverse just for the sake of getting something in her mouth rather than doing anything else at all. The result was a stellar system-sized Sierra at her smallest, floating around looking for anything that she could nomf of in the great expanse of nothing left behind after the cataclysmic rebirth of the two cosmic entities that took the shape of a big cat and an even bigger Latias, with the ever-tiny Kitty adrift atop Sierra’s belly. He could’ve been bigger; hell, he had been bigger before, on account of piggybacking off those two, but for that run, he decided he’d stick to his regular size… mostly because he felt like being the smaller one once again after experimenting with being much larger and more serviceable in the past few runs. It was where he felt most comfortable, even if he was constantly told that he knew exactly how to use his absurd sizes when he put his mind to it; he wouldn’t say no if either Emily or Sierra directly asked, but absent any actual request, he felt a lot better just being a teensy, tiny little dot on one of them, barely visible if not for his energy signature being well-known to them. In this particular case, the Latias was more than happy to just float there, being massive and all-consuming, while occasionally bringing the very tip of one of her wings down in order to smush Kitty against her belly; for his part, Kitty himself was more than happy to stay where he was, sprawled out against a gut that was at once impossibly soft, immensely warm, and yet the single most comfortable bed that he’d ever been on. Really, if not for the fact that he knew he’d get poked and woken up, he would’ve fallen asleep a long time prior, lulled off by the gentle motions surrounding him on all sides. Though from a distance one could be forgiven for assuming that Sierra’s form was pleasantly quiet and still, since it did look like it, upon closer inspection would one discover that it was anything but; with the amount of mass contained within that colossal midriff, it was inevitable that there resulted plenty of churning and slorshing thanks to the ungodly amounts of matter that Sierra consumed on a regular basis. She tried her best to keep things under wraps, and there was something to be said about the void of space muffling most of it, but it was very clearly still there, especially when Kitty pressed the side of his head against the Latias’ soft skin and let the sounds vibrate through his skull… along with the currents of whatever it was that was still inside that thing. Granted, most of that belly was pure pudge, as the stomach was surrounded by a thick padding of fat in every direction, making it hard to tell just what was going on; plus, the multiverse had once again been mostly devoured before Sierra was shrunk back to the size she was at, so it wasn’t as if she was still carrying all that mass within her. Perhaps her stomach was empty, and the occasional shockwaves coming from deep inside her body were of her own making, deliberately designed to get poor Kitty to blush as he felt them impact his body and very nearly push him into deep space, only to be caught by Sierra again before he could get too far away. Whatever the case, the cycle was there: he’d hug her, he’d sink in, he’d pull himself back just enough for the Latias to notice, then promptly get smushed back in. Rinse and repeat until the two of them had been at it for what felt like (and probably had been) years; it was difficult to gauge the passage of time when there was no sun or other forms of light beyond what Sierra radiated herself, and with him having no real physical needs while under her protection, Kitty couldn’t really tell how long it had been since the two of them were told to “hold on” while Emily went to “fix something”. It could’ve been minutes, could’ve been days, could’ve been entire universal lifespans and he honestly wouldn’t be able to tell the difference; at one point, they were made to wait for Emily to restart time, and for the duration, assuming that even applied at all given the circumstances, they spent a couple of actual eternities just doing nothing but basking in one another’s presence. This one though, this wasn’t like that one time; he had no clue about the specifics, but Kitty could tell it hadn’t been that long… just long enough to Sierra to grow bored and want to experience what it was like to tease the everloving crap out of him, hence why she’d grown far more amenable to the idea of squishing him against her belly, again and again, until he felt sore all over. Even worse was how they couldn’t just talk; not only were they in a void, but the size difference between the two made it impossible for them to communicate effectively through conventional means. They could employ telepathy, but doing so had a non-zero risk of burning Kitty’s mind out completely; as much as he’d gone along for the two goddesses’ growthventures an uncountable amount of times before, the fact of the matter was that he wasn’t a god, nor anything remotely similar. He might hitch rides all the time and certainly feel like one at times, but the gulf between him and the two women he spent all his time with was so wide and deep that he could barely even see them on the other side… sometimes literally at that, given that both Sierra and Emily had a distressing tendency of achieving higher-dimensional forms that made it difficult for him to comprehend them without tying his brain in a knot. For him to directly commune with a mind such as that was to open himself up to a mental assault of such intensity that he likely wouldn’t survive, and while he was certain both of the divinities he called friends would be more than capable of putting him back together, he didn’t want to impose… or force Emily to go through the emotional trouble of having to resurrect him because of something she was responsible for. Thus, most communication was done indirectly, in whatever way was best suited for any given situation; sometimes there were gestures, others they would outright write words in the middle of nothing, flaming letters a light-year tall and wide, impossible to miss. Alas, there was no real matter with which to draw anything, seriously limiting the amount of options in Sierra’s repertoire… which was perfectly fine for her, since she had no intention of saying anything at all. There was a perfectly serviceable means of getting the message across, and that was by flattening her wings against Kitty’s back until he was nice and comfortable massaging her belly, and if he needed another reminder of what she was trying to tell him, well, there was plenty of wing to throw at him. Gently, of course; she wouldn’t want the tiny kitten to be hurt by her ministrations, only encouraged to give her a little something extra, seeing as he was the only one who could. Emily was still mad at her for eating most of meta-existence and she herself was far too big for it to really register anymore, but Kitty? Kitty was just the right size to trigger every sensory response her body had, even if she had no clue why that was. One would think that, being so tiny compared to her, the kitten wouldn’t even begin to show up on her brain’s radar, but be it through constant exposure to divine energies or just some property unique to his body, everything Kitty did was magnified a thousandfold, if not more, before it hit the Latias’ pleasure centers. It could be that she was doing so deliberately, and that it wasn’t supposed to happen that way; it was entirely possible that she barely felt anything at all, and the sensations filtering through to her were entirely of her own making. Whatever the case may be, whenever the little kitten moved a hand, she felt it; whenever he gripped a part of her fat, she sensed it. Whenever he wriggled and writhed underneath her attentive care, she was there to nearly climax from it, her voice cracking whenever she tried to say anything whatsoever, even just to herself. It was an experience unlike any other, so much so that Sierra legitimately felt somewhat jealous of Emily that they got to have Kitty for themselves most of the time; still, having him there with her for those short snippets of eternity was good enough in her book, especially when she kept him smushed up against herself so tightly and warmly, and seeing as he himself didn’t do anything other than return her affection towards him, then it was everything she could ask for as far as she was concerned. And really, there was little else that she wanted to do, because teasing Kitty was entertaining enough that Sierra could see herself doing it for years on end, as she had several times before; half the fun was in the actual stimulation, but the rest was in just how flustered the little kitten became whenever she put in the slightest amount of effort in trying to coax the horny out of him. For someone who’d already gone through multiple cycles of growing bigger than several universes, only to go back and do it all over again several times more, on occasion even becoming larger than the two goddesses he was servicing, Kitty was certainly quite bashful when it came to being teased in any manner. For Sierra, this was nothing short of perplexing; not being able to peer into the kitten’s thought process, she had no idea why he would desire to go back to a smaller size after having tasted the power of godhood, much less why he would be so submissive all the time, even when he was jackhammering into one of them with his bright red and his nuts gurgling loudly enough to rip through quantum foam. All she knew was that, regardless of anything else, when the time came to put things back in their place, Kitty always asked Emily to make him tiny again, so small that he would be entirely at home on Earth when it was replaced and reshaped to better fit the two deities who destroyed it in the first place. It was nonsensical, at least to the Latias… yet she couldn’t deny that it was effective, given how much pleasure she herself derived from having Kitty rub himself all over her. Really, it was almost too much, and if not for her being who she was, she might’ve stopped and considered whether or not she was being excessive; as it stood, Sierra instead saw this as a perfect opportunity for her to explore and experience new and uncharted sensations, ones that she very rarely had the chance to even have access to, much less play around with. With Emily busy off somewhere else, it was entirely up to her to decide what she and her precious kitten got up to, and as she pushed him against her belly for what felt like the billionth time, Sierra figured the two of them were due for some proper playtime. So she took him in her wing, careful not to squeeze him too harshly, and plopped him back onto her belly; she made sure to rub him nice and widely against it, not too fast, not too slowly, not too powerfully or meekly, just enough that he could feel her softness all over his front. Just enough that every inch of her belly that he was made to cross over was made apparent to his own pleasure centers, just enough that he would know how colossal the Latias had become, for even though he was pushed and tugged and rubbed and kneaded all over such a wide expanse, it was still only a fraction of her true, full size, which was itself a reduced form of what she was actually like. Indeed, the only reason she could even feel him at all, the only reason reason her wings had the dexterity needed to individually pick out a person-sized kitten from her gargantuan self, was precisely because she was merely size of the old Solar System, rather than the multiversal behemoth that Emily had shrunk down so they wouldn’t have anyone cluttering up the place while they were fixing all the broken universes and plugging all the holes into alternate timelines. Had Sierra been bigger, she would’ve been entirely unable to pick Kitty out amidst the countless other equally-insignificant particles that made up the surface of her belly, condemned to forever remain separated from her beloved by virtue of being too big to be able to perceive him. In many respects, maybe it was good to be smaller; after all, if not for her reduced size, she wouldn’t have been able to pick Kitty up and (gently) smashed them back against her gut, nor would she have been capable of teasing him by slowly rubbing him across her triangle markings in a wide, circular pattern. Indeed, as Sierra realized when she stopped moving for a second and truly contemplated her current situation, if she was even smaller still, she could’ve been doing a hell of a lot more to that deliciously soft and wonderfully mewling kitten she had stuck to one of her wings… but, that would mean making herself even smaller, and that just wasn’t going to fly; she went a lot of places in order to satisfy her urges, but she didn’t go there. No, if anything, the only person going anywhere was her precious little Kitty, whose tiny form was perfect for her to carelessly play with, moving it around as if it were effectively weightless (as it truly was in practice, at least); there was no real danger involved just as long as she was careful enough not to put too much pressure on any part of him, and there was an ample spectrum of possibilities when it came to what he could do, most of which were dreadfully lewd and entirely unwholesome. However, that day, the giantess Latias wasn’t feeling like having a her-sized cock ramming into her, nor did she feel like having a good stuffing pumped down her throat; in fact, for once, she was quite in the dommy mood (even more so than usual, of course), and for that, she needed to do something special, something memorable that would stick with him for long enough that it might as well never go away. The issue, of course, was deciding what this might be; with eternities spent between herself and Kitty, it was hard to come up with literally anything they hadn’t tried before, and the worst part was, this wasn’t necessarily because they had attempted everything already. There were unspoken rules and codes of conduct that the two of them and Emily abided by, limitations imposed on themselves by way of knowing that going over the line would result in something bad happening, either because of personal trust boundaries or due to multiversal laws being broken. There was only so far either of the two goddesses could go before transgressing upon the very foundational principles they themselves had rewritten into reality on a meta level, and while they could, in practice, simply patch the holes, it was better for them if they exercised at least some degree of restraint. As a result, there were plenty of things they could do, theoretically, but that they chose not to, on account of how dangerous it might be if they truly cut loose and let their instincts take over; better if they keep some pleasure out of their lives if that meant they could enjoy them for longer periods of time in between the inevitable crashes followed by extended reconstructions. But as this time went on, and the number of “experimental” avenues they could take dwindled to the foregone and dreaded zero, more risks had to be taken; had, because Sierra certainly wasn’t going to sit around and do nothing all day while there was a literal infinity of things that she could do to pass the eternities, and had, because her demand for further stimulation unfortunately outstripped any amount of respect she had for the rules, no matter how well-intentioned or well-meaning they happened to be. Emily wouldn’t mind, at least in the Latias’ head; surely the feline goddess, more than anyone else, understood that certain necessities were impossible to avoid, that certain urges were impossible to ignore, and that one’s ability to restrain oneself was unfortunately time-dependent. Eventually, even the most stoic and self-denying of individuals would break, and the likelihood that something would happen to pierce through their veil of control approached one; it just so happened that, for Sierra, her tolerance for her own self-denial was already dangerously low as it was, and it didn’t take much effort for her to fall off the wagon. Indeed, half the rules they had in place were only there because she, at one point, did something stupid and had to be told not to repeat it, followed by plentiful loophole abuse the Latias attempting to find ways to do it anyway, just not exactly as the new Law prescribed it. It had become a sort of game between herself and Emily, given who tended to be the one that needed Laws to stop her and who was the one putting them in place: the cat would tell her no, the Latias would ignore her in a conveniently permitted manner, and this would carry on until, at some point, either Sierra grew bored or Emily closed all the holes. A side-effect of this was that the hungry giantess had become very good at figuring how to “break” the rules without technically doing so, and as a result, she now had a good idea of what she wanted to do with Kitty. The rules stated very clearly that she was not allowed to eat him, savor him, or do anything related to the very concept of eating as she knew it, and for a while, this was enough to keep her from doing anything too strange when it came to her mouth. But the more she peered into the very fabric woven to create that prohibition, the more Sierra came to understand that it had a very glaring hole. There were a few actions explicitly described, none of which she intended to actually performed, but the general notice of the “concept of eating” was surprisingly easy to get around, given the way that she usually ate. Sierra wasn’t one to play with her food, nor did she want to waste any time not gorging herself when there was so much of it around her; indeed, she saw it was an absolutely disgusting practice, when she could be focusing on shovelling as much sustenance down her gullet as she could within the shortest possible timeframe. Thus, it stood to reason that if she were to break the Law, then she would have to eat Kitty and add him to her total mass, which she would do by throwing him down her throat like a tiny little crumb and not worry about him beyond the first two or so seconds after consumption. Therefore, it made sense that if she were to, say, use her mouth, but not in a way that related to the way she ate things, then it was perfectly allowed! It probably wasn’t, and even if it was Emily was likely to come knocking through the door demanding explanations anyway, but the Latias formulated that thought and the universe didn’t fight back, so it was probably in the letter of the Law, even if not the spirit. With the widest grin on her face, the Latias thus gently pressed one of her wings against Kitty’s back, pulling him off herself and bringing the poor kitten through the vastness of empty space until he was right in front of her face. Typically, she wouldn’t actually allow herself to have a gravitational pull unless it was actually necessary, mostly for the sake of collapsing realities into herself faster or attracting large multiversal para-objects without needing to move; while waiting, it was more common for the titaness to instead not have a presence whatsoever beyond a purely physical and touch-based one… but, for that exact scenario, she felt like some of the classics were needed: namely, that she should be able to open her mouth, stick her tongue out, then drop Kitty directly on it. By all accounts, he should’ve been drawn to her belly, but who was to say that Sierra couldn’t rewrite gravity itself to better fit her little fantasy? She wanted to see her little kitten fall onto her tongue, so that’s exactly what happened, end of story; little thing had plenty of time to reflect upon what was going to happen to him, given that even at the absolute closest that Sierra could get, it was still a several minute-long “fall” from where she dropped the tiny cat to him landing on her tongue with a silent squish. From there though, it was so simple to pull it back into her mouth, to invite Kitty into the warm confines of her body… and to give him a front-row seat to what all of her food got to experience when it went down her gullet. Granted, not completely; it was imperative that she not actually eat Kitty, or else she’d be in serious breach of the rules. Similarly, it was important that she treat this entire sequence of events as anything but her eating him, but rather as a form of play, of stimulation, designed to titillate rather than nourish, else Kitty be magically jettisoned from her mouth and away from her grasp. Thankfully, her just keeping him there was perfectly fine, as per limitations imposed; she wasn’t swallowing him immediately, which as far as the universe cared meant she was absolutely allowed to play with him using her tongue, rolling him around, pinning him underneath its gargantuan weight, even flattening him against the roof of her mouth while pushing up into him from below. Sierra could barely feel him in there, quite the contrast to the usual fare when he was out on her belly, forcing her to be extra sure that she was properly handling him by really running through every motion, just so Kitty was certain to be where she wanted him to be; it couldn’t be because she was perfectly aware of everything and merely chose to let the results become realistic at that one stage, absolutely not, she would never do such a thing to her precious kitten. It was an unfortunate necessity, blah blah blah, all that nonsense that she had to think in order to get Emily’s growing awareness of it to buzz off for five seconds so she could enjoy the little feline all for herself. The Latias could only hope Kitty was enjoying himself half as much as she was… and she’d be mighty confused, given that it was hard to gauge interest and arousal when someone didn’t have a functioning mind to speak. Sure, it was probably there, buried underneath heaps and layers of stimulation so powerful that nothing could break through it, but the fact of the matter was that, for all of his being able to withstand most of what Sierra could dish out, the sad reality was that this was mostly borne from experience rather than endurance. It wasn’t that he was particularly capable of withstanding any of Sierra’s ministrations as much as he was just really good at going through them and not losing himself completely; after literal eternities of being the plaything of both a foodlust-driven Latias and… well, Emily, whatever she was at any given time, it was surprisingly easy to grow a tolerance for a wide range of absolutely absurd things that no one else would think to ever imagine, much less believe they’d need to prepare for. The caveat to this was that it required direct exposure, meaning that whenever either of those two came up with something genuinely new and exciting (in their minds, at least), he was the poor lab rat who had to deal with the consequences until his mind adjusted. Normally this wasn’t too bad, as he managed to hold onto enough of himself that the recovery period didn’t take more than a few hours, maybe a couple of days at worst, but occasionally? Occasionally the two goddesses would come up with something so completely off-the-wall and unpredictable that he’d be left blindsided and unable to truly process it for long enough that it felt like he’d slept through a universal epoch, and a few more for good measure. It would be so powerful and undeniably deific that poor him would be stranded in an ocean of lust, raging with waves so terrifying that all he could hope for was to hold his breath and wait for it all to be over, that in the end, he’d wake up upon some calm shore and have the time to recover. And there, stuck between the top of Sierra’s mouth and her gargantuan tongue, only to be peeled off and brought down below it, then casually rolled around like he was nothing? Well, Kitty could barely even comprehend what was going on, much less hope to internalize even a fraction of it… but it wasn’t bad. Indeed, he’d never felt better; it was a high so unbelievably powerful that all he could really think to do was keep it going and hope for the best, not that he had much choice in the matter. It was with a goofy grin that he was passed around from side to side, his limp body offering no resistance to Sierra using it like a tiny piece of gum; he knew, deep down in the core of his brain that still held the capacity to produce thoughts, that he was ultimately safe with the Latias, as she wouldn’t actually let him come to harm. She might do a great many things, but even so much as scratching him was not one of them. And to a certain extent, he appreciated the roughness; there used to be a time when he was genuinely afraid of going “too far”, but after countless universal lifespans spent with those two, his priorities and limits had been shifted so much that he doubted whether his sexual preferences could be understood by a common mortal. To him, being rolled around and tossed from side to side inside the cavernous mouth of a stellar system-sized giantess Latias with a food kink was, ultimately, expected, and as soon as he got that through his mind, everything else just fell into place. He was laughing, cackling, giggling, feeling so energized that one would be forgiven for thinking he wasn’t dreadfully exhausted from all the tumbling about, practically begging for more in between the moaning and meaningless babbling coming out of his mouth; he wasn’t even sure if she could hear him or not, but even so, what was the point of giving a shit? They were together, they had all the non-time in pata-existence, and if that meant one of them using the other as the last stage of a chewing gum, then, well, that’s just what they were fated to do. Sierra herself wasn’t about to stop, Kitty wasn’t going to make her stop, and Emily was nowhere to be seen, so until the other goddess deigned to show up, there wasn’t much that either of them could do but… carry on. Carry on, until the seconds turned to minutes turned to hours turned to weeks turned to years turned to whatever else was going on with time that neither of them could understand probably, over on its head again and beyond, until it felt like it was all that it had ever been. It was just them, the two of them, together then and forever more, with nothing and no one to stop them. Maybe eventually Emily would return, some point in the distant not-future, or perhaps they were free to continue this for all of always; either way, they certainly weren’t in any position to do anything other than carry on regardless, waiting for the right moment to disengage, as if that would ever truly happen. And such they would be, until the other goddess bothered to show up.

Forever.

And a little bit more.