Lucy and the Definitive... Cat?

Demon? Cat?

Mard woke up the next day on the softest pillow he ever rested on. It was warm, moved a little and was ever so cuddly. He snuggled into it, his whole body gently shaking as his cheek rubbed against the soft material. He figured as King of the Underworld and after that horrible nightmare last night, he could take five more minutes. It's not as if the Underworld would fall apart because the King slept in. As he enjoyed the moment, he heard a small chuckle and felt a hand run over his body, he purred.

Literally purred and Mard Geer's eyes flew open as he bounced off his very soft bed and landed on a slightly firm mattress. He blinked as that giggle went off again followed by a soft yawn, he went to rub his eyes to clear them, but his hands felt strange. Why was he wearing dark purple fur mittens?

"Good morning Mardy," a light and sleepy voice said as he was finally clearing his vision.

Mard looked around, he was in a very pink covered bed, in a very not-his-bedroom, with a very scantily clad woman. Granted she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, even with tufts of blonde hair out at strange angles and her coffee colored eyes were half lidded. Was that a spot of drool dried to the corner of her mouth?

Something thumped behind him and he looked to see a large fluffy tail moving. His eyes went wider as he tried to jump off the bed but the woman, Lucy, he thought might be her name, reached out and started scratching behind his ear. Which he would note is not in the usual position and felt heavenly.

"Someone thinks my chest is his personal cat bed," she teased before pressing a dainty finger to his nose. He looked at the mentioned chest, seeing the edge of a pink areola peek above the lacy edge of a blue silk camisole and was quite impressed with the volume of her breasts. Mard tilted his head as she laughed, "it's okay, but only for you. Cause you're adorable."

Several things clicked into Mard's mind at the same time, he was still a cat so last night was not a nightmare and two he was given full permission to snuggle her chest. This might be an advantage for him, least for now but he still had to break Merlin's curse. He moved forward and pressed the top of his significantly smaller head against her breast and she went back to petting him. Mard Geer, as a cat, was getting praise and cuddles for playing with her breasts.

This is not unenjoyable, he thought for a moment before he felt the need to use the facilities. He pulled back and then deftly leapt over his companion and onto a wooden floor. Mard slid a little, not used to the concept of paw pads on flooring or even four-legged walking. Lucy giggled again as he went towards the small bathroom, she dried him off last night.

Mard looked up at the clean white toilet and tried to devise a plan for using it. He knew he would have to be careful, otherwise he would land in the water. His butt wiggled, an odd sensation, as he jumped up and managed to land on the outer rim. Luckily women require a bigger seat and carefully he positioned himself over the edge to take care of his needs.

As he relieved himself, carefully balancing on the rim he thought back to Merlin's words. That until you understand the capacity of the human heart, you shall remain in the form justice chooses for you. Which meant what exactly? Mard Geer knew that human hearts could only hold so much blood and handle so much fat around it. So yes, he understood capacity about the organ but what exactly did Merlin mean.

It also reminded him, as he finished and shook himself to get the last few drops out before they made a mess on his fur, that his entire plan was now ruined. This is why you never make friends with the clinically insane. Though as much as that may be true, his friend usually had very good reasons for her actions. Though he had no idea what exactly that was besides the fact she was just trying to annoy him. Least it wasn't glitter.