Title: Her Mommies' Girl
Author: Jixer
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jixer@attbi.comFeedback: Please. My wife says I live for it.
Distribution: Any free fanfiction site
Spoilers: Maybe Season 4/5 just because MKF is still a kitten.
Rating: PG
Pairing: W/T
Disclaimer: All characters of BtVS are owned by Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon. All I own are tattered books, the love of a good woman, and a few pots of now frozen tomato plants.
Summary: What could possibly happen in safe dorm room belonging to two witches in Sunnydale?
Note: An old non-Pens story of mine cleaned up and filled out. I promised myself I'd do this after Hotel Kilo 2-2 was finished. It's fluff time.
WARNING: Extremely Low Kitten Angst Level
Her Mommies' Girl
The sleek predator moved silently down the flat hunting ground. The prey's scent was intoxicating. She wriggled into perfect position and sprang. Her teeth and claws tore at the tough skin of her prey. Her back claws flailed in an instinctive drive to eviscerate her opponent. Finally it made the sound she wanted to hear.
Squeeeak
She stopped and sniffed it. The rubber mouse was beginning to show its status as favorite pouncing toy. She batted it a few times and then picked it up and half dragged it back to the floor by the bed. She stopped and listened, but her tall mommies were still gone. She didn't like being alone. She washed her tail a bit more. She yawned. Then she stretched out on the sunlit patch of floor and went to sleep.
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"What's the big emergency?" Willow asked as she sipped her mocha.
"A prophecy has shown up that makes reference to the ring of Alsophus," Giles explained worriedly. "The bearer holds part of his power and can even call on Alsophus himself."
"Is h-he, you know, a bad guy?" Tara asked worriedly.
"Alsophus is a three thousand year old war demon," Anya said with a shiver. "Even other demons don't mention him. He's vicious, bloodthirsty, and he eats babies of all sorts."
"And you dated him," Willow said with a malicious grin.
"No!" Anya snapped. "Don't even joke about that! Brrrr. He gives me the chills even now. Nine feet of bad temper with talons and teeth that can break steel."
"He eats babies?" Tara asked in a small voice.
"Everyone said so," Anya replied surely. "No one was ever silly enough to give him a baby to find out."
"Oh," Willow and Tara said together in small voices.
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In a nearby dimension Vrick the Undefeated (or Unwashed depending on the translation) stormed into the temple of the Seers of the Many Paths. He found the abbot praying in the courtyard and seized the old man by his beard.
"The priest of Talor screamed that you had seen my fate, old man," Vrick snarled.
"I have seen the virgin who will slay you," the old man quailed. "The prophecy you sought at Talor will destroy you!"
"I know the prophecy, 'Your destruction shall be by the virgin, guarding her treasure'," Vrick laughed mercilessly. "Now show me the one whose screams I am to savor. The Ring of Alsophus has given me eight centuries of life and I want a dozen more."
"You will be destroyed," the abbot warned.
"Not likely," laughed Vrick. "In all the multiverse there is no weapon that can break this magic and the enchanted mail armor I demanded from the demon. Laser light dances off and swords break."
"A weapon of flesh and blood can defeat you," the old man pointed out.
"You are wise and well informed," Vrick said in a tone that was as close as he got to admiration. "But I am vulnerable only in one place. Do you know it?"
The abbot proved his wisdom by shaking his head 'no'. Vrick smiled.
"Now show me the virgin," he ordered.
An image shimmered into place in front of the seer and his tormenter. It showed a pair of pretty girls. They laughed at a black and white kitten that batted at a string. The two kissed as the kitten crawled into the blue eyed girl's lap.
"Lesbians?" Vrick said petulantly. "Oh please, like I'd bet virgin even comes close with those two hotties. That is so lame. You call this a prophecy?"
"It's a perfectly valid prophecy," the abbot sniffed angrily.
"Too bad they're cute," Vrick said with a nasty grin. He touched the ring and demanded to be transported to face his virgin opponent. A portal opened and he plunged through it with a war cry.
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Miss Kitty felt something tingle on her whiskers. She opened her eyes to see a tall one come yowling through a door. He smelled like a very bad tall one, even worse than the cold tall ones. And he was in her mommies' territory. She brushed up her ruff and her tail and let out a fearsome squall. The tall one looked around and then bent over.
"Well, where's your owner, beast?" Vrick asked as he reached for the cat with his large hand. "Will she come to her pet's screech of pain?"
It was reaching for her and the good smelling squeaking thing. The hand had a glove on it. The tall Tom who smelled of cut wood and used the noisy things would let her attack him with gloves on. It was fun to bite and scratch gloves and it was allowed. She didn't hold back.
"You have spirit, little beast," Vrick declared as the growling kitten latched on to his ring-mail glove. "Pity I'm going to have to skin you."
He shook his arm. Miss Kitty increased her growling happily. It was trying to get away! She kicked as hard as she could. Her left back paw got caught in a link. She panicked and kicked harder. The tip of the claw slipped deeper into the glove and wedged under the grimy skin around the Ring of Alsophus. Then another desperate kick dug the claw into the skin underneath and broke the surface. Eight hundred years of aging started in around the wound. Vrick looked down as his hand snapped under the weight of the armor.
"Oh shi-" he started before the years swept over him. There was a soft ringing sound as the enchanted armor fell to the floor and rusted away. A shiny thing caught Miss Kitty's attention as it rolled out of the dust. She followed it until it fell over. She limped very slightly. The claw that had penetrated the warrior's skin was over-flexed and did not retract.
Miss Kitty pawed the shiny thing. It scuttled and made a sweet tone. She pounced on it. She yowled when the ring shrank onto a tiny front paw. She shook her front paw and nibbled at it.
"Who DARES to invoke Alsophus on this plane?" a voice rumbled across the room as a demon nine feet tall formed hunched over in corner. "Who has defeated Vrick and made this claim?"
It glared about the room. Miss Kitty looked at the new tall thing and held up her paw with the ring snugly on it. She mewed plaintively.
"Oooh, kittyyy," Alsophus said in a grating voice. "Did a bad man scare the puss-puss?"
The creature held out a taloned hand for her to sniff and Miss Kitty let him pick her up. He tugged very gently on the ring. Then he nodded and smiled. There were a lot of pointed teeth.
"So what are your wishes, I wonder," he asked. Then he looked around carefully. He caused a blanket of darkness to fall between him and the outside world. To be sure Alsophus made a series of cabalistic signs with his hands. Only then did he look into Miss Kitty's eyes-and mew.
She mewed back. He saw a cage open and a girl with blue eyes and lightened hair picking her up gently in a room the war demon could tell smelled of death. He saw the girl and another human female that made Miss Kitty feel happy and safe getting upset with her when she made dusty things happen. He saw a pan that was hers alone. He laughed and Vrick's remains drifted into a sandbox.
She mewed again and he reached for her left back paw.
"It's a tiny boo-boo," he said softly. "I'll make it all better."
The discomfort in her paw went away and Miss Kitty purred. She sat down on his lap and washed the now healed paw. The demon looked around the room and sniffed the air. He intoned a spell that was very specific and Mr. Squeaky hung in the air for a second. When he landed the cat whirled and mewed with a definite chitter. She leaped on the rubber mouse newly redolent with the scent of catnip. The ring fell off her paw.
"I've got to go, kitty," he said as he picked up the ring. He petted her as she chewed on the squeaking mouse. She pawed at him and ran a tiny pink tongue over his talon when she caught him. Alsophus sighed as he faded through the door.
Miss Kitty looked up and mewed her displeasure about being alone, and then yawned. It had been a very tiring afternoon for a kitten. She stretched out next to the rubber mouse, turned her belly up to the narrow sunbeam and went to sleep.
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"I've never seen ink on parchment suddenly spell out 'never mind' before either," Tara said as she opened her dorm room door. "Oh, look."
Willow smiled as the sprawled kitten slowly woke up. The black and white face peered up at them and gave a rusty meow. Tara picked her up and both girls stroked her gently as she purred. Miss Kitty meowed several times but they didn't understand. Finally she stopped and just nuzzled them, glad that her mommies were home.
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Myron Anderson hated days like today. He'd had a place at least for the kittens at a nearby rest home. A therapist had arranged it but the LA based owner had quashed the arrangement at the last moment. So now four kittens and their mother would join the gentle old dog no one wanted, the skinny puppy found on the highway, and the old cat who cowered in the back of his cage. The manager of the Sunnydale Municipal Animal Shelter sighed and got out the sedative and the syringe. He wouldn't ask anyone else to do this. The intercom squawked as he stood up.
A few moments later he was cheerfully putting squirming kittens into carriers along with their mother, the old cat and dog, and even the puppy. The therapist told him the owner had called her sounding very stressed and changed his mind. She gave him the papers and shook her head.
"It was the strangest meeting," she said. "He drove all the way up here to sign the papers. He kept looking over his shoulder in broad daylight like he was expecting the worst."
"Too much stress," Myron observed. "He needs a pet, like an older cat or dog. Something calm."
"Probably," she agreed as she wheeled the last of the carriers out to the home's van.
Myron smiled and looked at the now empty cages. He loved days like today.
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Willow yawned and finally closed her book. Tara yawned and smiled at her as they crawled into bed.
"Honey, did you get her a new mouse?" Tara asked as a thump followed by a squeak sounded in the dorm room. "I could swear that's fresh catnip."
"I thought you did," Willow said sleepily.
"Nope," Tara said as she kissed Willow goodnight. There was a meow from the redhead's side of the bed. She reached down and picked up the kitten and her toy.
"You can stay but you have to sleep," Willow said in her best stern manner. "And no magicking up new rubber mice."
Miss Kitty just purred until they were asleep. Then she stuffed her mouse between them and stretched herself out so she could touch both of them. She purred again briefly, closed her eyes and drifted off to dreams of fighting evil gloves and bringing home mice to her mommies.