Lucy and the Definitive... Cat?

Mind Reading is NOT Fun

When her throat began to feel angry and raw, Lucy clamped her mouth shut. Mard sat on his haunches by her naked feet and carefully watched her. She tried to take a deep breath and as she did, she could smell her release still infused on her fingers. Heat flushed over her face as she shakingly tried to stand up before running into the bathroom to wash her hands and splash cool water on her face.

"Get a grip Lucy," she muttered to her reflection in the mirror. This could not have been happening to her, it had to be some kind of brain trauma, but her head didn't hurt, and the bathtub wasn't filled with blood from cracking her skull open.

A grip on what? His voice bounced around her head and Lucy was ready to scream again. Please do not scream, it hurts my ears.

Slowly she turned around, her limbs shaking as she felt all the color rushing from her face. Mard sat by the door, his black eyes looking at her curiously. He blinked and tilted his head a little as she tried to calm her erratic heartbeat. Lucy held on to the rim of the white pedestal sink, trying to keep her balance as her knees shivered and legs threatened to give way.

She'd been scared before, but this was a whole new level. It also had an underlying current of embarrassment. Had Mard witnessed her touching herself? Why the hell did that hit her so hard to where she couldn't fight it?

No, just the aftereffects of your release. It woke me from my dream. Which I did not appreciate you invading. He was scolding her for him having naughty dreams. Lucy grit her teeth and narrowed her eyes on the dark purple cat who just sat there as if this kind of thing was normal.

"Wait," she said as she held up a hand, "you're having sexual fantasies of me and I'm the one in trouble here?"

I do not control my dreams. It is also rude to invade someone's mind without permission.

"And by someone you mean you," she chided back.

Yes.

"You little furry hypocrite, you are in my head right now!" she shouted as she reached behind her for something to throw at the little purple menace.

Mard looked down for a moment and then right back up to her. His tail tapped the tiled flor several times. How else will I talk to you? Also, I am not reading your thoughts.

Lucy paused, her hand hovering over the tube of toothpaste as she contemplated that. So far, he had only responded to things she said aloud. The fight left her system as she considered that, and she slunk down to her knees. This was so wrong, mostly the fact that for the first time in her life, she had a wish come true. Wasn't she just wishing she could figure out a way to speak with him?

"H-have you been able to do this all along?" she asked. Mard padded over to her and rubbed up against her bare thighs, his soft fur almost tickling her in the process. He sat in front of her and put a warm paw to her knee, his eyes still looking into hers. The eye contact was both sweet and a little reminder that she wasn't actually dealing with a cat.

No, I suspect it is because the person who cursed me was kind enough to let me have this.

"Who cursed you? Why?" she asked as he rubbed his head against her. Despite not actually being a cat, he very much acted like one. Especially the fact that he really liked to be pet and cuddle her, in his own way.

My only friend, Merlin. I was planning to do, he paused and mentally sighed, something and this was her response. I am supposed to stay this way until I understand the capacity of the human heart. Do you know what that means?

Lucy shrugged, "I don't know your friend. What were you planning on doing?"

If I tell you, will you refrain from screaming again?