Lucy and the Definitive... Cat?

Reality v. Dreaming

Mard woke up the next morning and stretched, quickly noticing that he was plastered against Lucy. Her arm draped over him as his back pressed against her stomach. It was nice to wake up this way but as he looked at his little furry paws, he started internally swearing in Infernai.

He was angry, after the relentless dreams of being back in his usual form last night, he expected to wake up and see his own skin. Those dreams had been vivid, beyond anything he had ever experienced. Especially the one where he had her in this very bed, on a night like last night.

That dream played front and center in his mind, how he woke up next to her, in his body. Lucy was startled to see him and after her hands had softly caressed his face, he kissed her. From there it was a hot sweaty tangle of limbs as they explored every pleasure they could find. The bed banging into the wall, hard enough that small cracks and chips of paint came down from the wall. It was the most passionate experience of his life and he lasted as long as he could before they collapsed in a boneless mess and slept.

The sheets were a mess around her, and he squirmed out from under her arm. He put his front paws forward and let out a fantastic stretch, letting his spine recover from being in a small ball the night before. Mard also felt a bit of soreness in his shoulders and his right hind leg kicked out to work out a kink.

As he came to his senses he turned around and looked over at Lucy. His immediate reaction to the scene was to shout, which came out as a loud cat noise. Lucy rolled to her back and his eyes went wide as he stared at her.

She was naked and on her skin were small welts that looked like nails had grazed her skin and was that a bite mark? Not a cat sized bite mark but as if he had his own mouth and normal fangs. He didn't see blood and her skin wasn't broken, just welted and red angry bumps against her usually flawless pale flesh.

Lucy! Lucy! Wake up! He mentally shouted as he pounced on her chest, startling the sleeping woman. She jacked knifed up, sending him tumbling down to her lap. She looked around and then down before she let out a screech.

"Oh my god! What the fuck?" she said as she lifted the pink sheet and examined herself. She ran out of the bed so fast, Mard barely saw anything.

He sniffed the air and for all that was unholy he could smell sex, loads of sex. Not just her heady scent but was that his own? He looked over the flat pink sheet, seeing splotches of dried stains. Mard sniffed one of them, it was mostly hers and he tried another, this one smelt more like him. That could not be right? How could he have made a mess upon her sheets, as a cat he hadn't felt any kind of physical arousal.

He looked up at the wall and swallowed hard, right above her headboard, paint chips and cracks against the white paint. That dream? Was it possible, that for a few hours last night that he changed forms?

No. That could not be right.

He was still cursed, still a cat. How could that have happened? If his ability to transform would have fixed that, well he would have shifted after Merlin dumped him in an alley. This made no sense, absolutely no sense. Unless...

Lucy came out of the bathroom, wrapped up in her fluffy white robe and glaring daggers at him. "What in the ever-living fuck, Mard?" Her voice was raspy, but he felt that seething anger as surely as if she had dick punched him.

Did you have the dream too?

Lucy pinched her forehead, "which one? Because my whole night was nothing but an endless sex parade."

The one that happened in this bed? He looked up at the wall and his tail flicked over a couple of the white stains. Mard waited as Lucy came over and started seeing the same things he had noted.