Mur stared at the big tree in the room. It had been days and there were still no presents underneath. The same thing had happened last year and the year before. Mur only got presents on one day while the tree was up, but Mur didn’t know which. Each day he woke up disappointed.
Mur sighed and walked over to his water dish. He lapped up some water while he looked at the moving images. Today showed a cat hunting a mouse. After the cat had caught and killed the mouse, she gave the corpse to her master. Mur wanted to give Master something too, but the room didn’t have any live mice. What could Mur give to Master?
After a while, Mur went to sit on the window seat. He looked down below and for a while there was really nothing to see. He heard the moving images playing and decided to go back and watch when all of a sudden humans appeared out of nowhere on the pavement below. That’s what always happened. Magically they were just there.
Mur saw a group of two, then a group of three, then more. In one group of three, two of the humans were pale with yellow hair that almost looked white. Mur thought they looked a little like white mice. At least Mur was so high up that they looked very small. Mur watched all the humans enter the house. Then nothing. No more humans came. Mur stared out the window for a while longer, then got down and watched the moving images.
The images showed a cat grooming another cat. It licked up its fur lovingly. Even though Mur only had fur on his head, Mur groomed himself every day. He’d lick down his arms. He’d lick his legs. His paws. His tail. All over. He couldn’t reach his bum though. Mur didn’t think Master liked it when he groomed himself. The human always looked a little repulsed, but he never told Mur to stop.
Mur laid on the soft white rug and continued to watch the moving images, not realizing that he was falling asleep.
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Draco sat at the long table between his mother and father. The Dark Lord was giving his usual speech about how one day soon pure bloods would rule and yadda yadda. Draco tried to look like he was paying attention. He really hated these meetings. He’d been so excited to join the Death Eaters at the start of the year, but now that the Dark Lord had given him an impossible task, Draco was almost constantly stressed. He wasn’t performing as well in his classes, even the ones he liked. He was always alone planning new ways to kill Albus Dumbledore. Was it even possible? The old coot was one of the most powerful wizards of all time, even Draco could acknowledge that. He did have the barest whiff of a plan though. He’d have to tell the Dark Lord tonight.
As the meeting concluded and the others in the inner circle began to go home, the Dark Lord invited Draco to accompany him to his private study. The man wanted a private meeting with him to discuss how he was progressing in his plans.
Draco agreed and followed the pale, snake-like man up the stairs. To Draco’s surprise, the two climbed higher and higher. Draco had never been beyond the second floor of the mansion, but it seemed like the Dark Lord was leading him to the fourth floor, the top floor. It was also known as the Dark Lord’s private living space. Draco was correct. Before they could go up the final staircase, the man cast a spell on Draco so that he could go through the many wards that guarded the floor from trespassers.
“Follow me,” the man said as he led Draco down a hallway. On their way, they passed a heavy-looking mahogany door. It was the fanciest door in the whole house. Draco assumed it must be a very important room.
Soon they had reached their destination. The study was large with wood paneling on the walls, the floor was wooden as well, but with a thick green carpet in the center. There was a couch and two armchairs around the rug and a lit fireplace. Books lined the walls. There was also a study desk with paperwork in neat piles on top. An ink pot and quill were both in their proper spots on the desk.
The Dark Lord motioned for Draco to have a seat in one of the velvet green armchairs while the man sat on the couch.
“Do you know why I brought you up here?” The Dark Lord asked.
“Yes, my lord.”
“Here specifically?”
Draco wanted to give a critical answer. He took a second to think, then replied, “The top floor is your private quarters, my lord. It is the most secure and secretive area in the house.”
“Correct. These rooms are completely impenetrable. No one has access unless I give them access. They are protected against outside spells, they are soundproof, and there’s much more. I’m holding this meeting here because what we are to discuss is of the utmost importance. The assassination of Albus Dumbledore. There are some in the inner circle who have yet to know that you have been tasked with this. And no one must know your plans. Tell no one of your trials, even your parents, understood?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Now, tell me, how are the plans coming along?”
This was it. He had to tell the Dark Lord that he had failed a few times. “I have carried out two of my plans already, both have been unsuccessful, though they have led to me acquiring more knowledge about my target and—”
“So you’ve failed twice already. Are you truly trying to kill Albus Dumbledore?” the man remained composed, though Draco knew all too well that his composure was a farce.
“Yes, my lord. I simply underestimated a few things in my plans, but now I’ve found a way. A new plan. And this one is sure to work,” he lied.
“Tell me about it.”
“There is a cabinet,” he began. He told the Dark Lord the rest of his plan and the man looked to be in better spirits. The meeting eventually ended and the Dark Lord told him he could see himself out. He also said he wanted Draco by next weekend for an update.
Draco left the room, closing the door on his way out, and made his way down the hallway. He passed by the mahogany door again and heard a sound from within. It sounded like a cat meowing. He didn’t know the Dark Lord had any pets. Draco couldn’t stop his curiosity. He had to know. So ever so slowly, he knocked on the door. He didn’t know why. But there was a chance someone was inside.
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Mur woke up at the sudden noise. It sounded like a banging noise. Mur had never heard that before. Then it happened again. It was the door. The door was talking to Mur! But Mur couldn’t understand what the door was saying. It just sounded like “bup, bup, bup,”
Sometimes Mur meowed in his sleep, was the door telling him to be quiet? Mur meowed loudly at the door to see what it would do.
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Draco heard another meow come from the room. It was louder this time. He turned the doorknob and opened the door to find…a bedroom. A really, really nice bedroom…and a…guy? Draco stared at the boy who looked no older than him. He couldn’t help it. The guy was naked and attractive. Very attractive. He had messy black hair and bright green eyes. His skin was beautiful and flawless. It was also hairless. And his penis…Draco looked back up. Then he noticed the ears. The boy was wearing cat ears. Oh, and a tail. Wait, what the fuck?
Who was this guy? Why was he here? The top floor was the Dark Lord’s private…was this guy a prostitute? No way the Dark Lord would bring some run-of-the-mill prostitute up to his secretive, warded quarters. So then, who was this? Did the Dark Lord have a secret son? Besides the eyes, he did kind of resemble a young Tom Riddle.
And then the boy meowed at him.
Draco was taken aback. Had the boy just—and then he heard it again, another meow. Fearful that the Dark Lord might catch him, Draco entered the room and closed the door. Then he looked back at the boy. He saw the ears and tail twitch. Were they charmed?
“Who are you? Are you the Dark Lord’s prostitute? Are you related to him? Are you…are you like, a concubine?” Draco made sure to pause after each question, but the boy didn’t answer. He just stared up at Draco like he had questions of his own. Maybe he was being cautious. “I’m Draco Malfoy, a part of the Dark Lord’s inner circle. I’m here because I’ve just finished a meeting with the Dark Lord.” He hoped now that he’d explained himself, the mysterious naked guy would start talking, but he didn’t. He just kept staring. Then he meowed again. Draco felt like the guy was making fun of him.
“Hey,” he said sternly. “I just want to know who you are.” Draco took a step further into the room. He heard a meow come from a different direction. He turned his head toward the sound. It was a large moving image on the wall. It was a scene showing cats. Draco thought that was weird.
With his attention diverted, the boy leapt up and ran on four legs away from him. That’s when Draco finally realized that his legs were amputated. Draco was startled but he followed the boy around the bed. The guy was crouched low next to the bed, like he wanted to hide under it, but didn’t. His cat ears laid flat against his head in fear. Wait, where were his human ears?
Draco tried to step forward again, but the boy hissed at him. What was wrong with this guy? At first Draco thought that the guy was dressed as he was with the cat appendages and collar around his neck because he was some prostitute and the Dark Lord was into pet play, but wasn’t this going too far? The guy was acting a little too like a cat, wasn’t he?
Draco took a step back, the strange, beautiful boy relaxed the tiniest bit, though he stayed in his anxious stance. He tried to talk to him again. “Who are you?” He saw the guy’s cat ears twitch at his words and his head turned to the side in confusion. Maybe this guy couldn’t speak English. Maybe he was some foreigner.
He tried to speak again, this time very slowly. “My. Name. Is. Draco,” he said pointing to himself. Then he pointed to the guy. “What. Is. Your. Name?”
He saw the boy relax further. The guy lifted his right hand and pointed at Draco without unfurling his fingers. “Day-co,” the boy said.
Draco forced a smile. “Yes, right. I’m Draco. And you? Your name?”
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Mur knew that word! Name. The scary human, Draco, wanted to know Mur’s name! “Mur name Mur!”
“Mur.”
Mur nodded his head. Who was this human? Why was he in Master’s room? No human besides the ‘mediwizard,’ as Master called him, ever came into the room. And this was the human he’d seen from the window seat. The one that looked like a white mouse from so high up.
Maybe Mur should catch him and give him as a gift to Master, like a real mouse. Would Master be proud of him?
The human, Draco, was still talking to him, but Mur couldn’t understand much of what he was saying. He kept saying the word ‘cat’ though.
“Mur cat!”
He saw Draco’s eyebrows furrow and the boy asked him a question. Then another. Mur didn’t understand. And it didn’t matter. Mur was going to catch Draco for Master.
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“So are you some kind of concubine of the Dark Lord’s or—” Draco suddenly saw the naked boy’s stance change. His crouch looked less afraid and more confident. His head was low to the ground and his ass was high. He watched the guy, Mur, wiggle his ass and tail in the air. He felt his cock throb. Mur really was beautiful, even if he was quite strange and didn’t speak the language.
Then the guy pounced. Draco hadn’t been expecting it. Suddenly the naked guy was on top of him. Draco was on his back on the carpeted floor. “What—” Draco felt the handsome guy’s naked body on his. He looked down and saw two pert nipples and a smooth stomach—and a cock. The boy’s cock wasn’t large, it was rather small and cute. It suited him. The boy’s foreskin hid the head from view. Draco’s cock grew at the sight. He looked back at the black haired boy’s face. The guy looked triumphant. His bright green eyes were wide and full of joy. His plump lips were turned up at the corners. Draco’s cock throbbed again.
He didn’t know what to do. Should he push this savage off him? Or should he pin him down below him? If he was truly the Dark Lord’s concubine he probably shouldn’t touch him…though the guy had practically asked for it by pinning him down.
Draco reached around and stroked the guy’s back with his hand. The guy let out a long mewing sound like he was a cat being pet. Draco didn’t stop his hand until he explored the boy’s ass cheeks and felt the end of an anal plug. He pulled it out. The boy quickly got off him.
“No! Mur plug!”
“Yeah, I know it’s your plug. It’s in the way.” The boy looked anxious. “What’s wrong? Not in the mood?”
“Mur plug,” the boy said weakly. “Mur Plug.”
“Come here, I’ll fill that hole with something else,” Draco said as he began undoing his fly. The blond took out his cock. “Come here and suck it for me. I know you’re a whore.”
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Suck. Another word Mur knew. This human wanted Mur to suck his cock. But Draco wasn’t Master. And his plug. The human took his plug out. His plug wasn’t supposed to come out unless Mur was at his litter box or if Master wanted it out. Did Master have Draco come here? Was this what Master wanted? Was this human who looked like a mouse Mur’s Christmas present?
Mur liked having a big mouse he could pounce on, but he didn’t know if he wanted to suck and fuck with the human.
“Come on, come here,” Draco said again.
Mur walked over to him on his four paws and gave the head of the cock a lick.
“xxxx’x x good xxx.”
Good. Mur loved when Master called him good. Mur licked the cock again. He heard Draco sigh in pleasure. Then he sucked on the head.
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“Ah, fuck yes!” Draco couldn’t believe how talented this prostitute was. He looked down. Yeah the guy was a little weird. He was an amputee and never opened his fists, but damn was he good at sucking cock. And the cat ears and tail looked really hot on him. He saw the tail sway as he bobbed his head. And every time he spoke, one or both of Mur’s ears would twitch.
Draco reached down and petted the guy’s head between the ears. He could feel the guy purr as he sucked Draco’s cock. Eventually Draco needed to come. He didn’t want to come in Mur’s mouth. He’d much rather use his ass, but he just couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t a premature ejaculator. It was all due to Mur’s expertise. He gripped the boy’s head and came down his throat. As he pulled out, the guy even cleaned him up, making sure he got all the cum off his cock.
Draco just panted there for a while before doing up his fly. He noticed the guy’s cock was hard. There was something oddly satisfying about getting to come and leaving your partner unsatisfied and wanting more. But the guy didn’t ask. He just sat there smiling at him. Draco reached out and pet him on the head again.
“That was brilliant,” the blond said. “I’ll have to use you again sometime. Where do you live?” But the black haired boy didn’t say anything. He just continued to smile up at Draco. “Or maybe you are the Dark Lord’s concubine?” Draco waited for a response, but of course he didn’t receive any. The blond smiled. “You want me to get you off?” He knew the boy had a limited understanding of the English language, so he found it fun to dangle the promise of reciprocation to a guy who didn’t know what he was saying. “Well, guess not then.” Draco laughed. He made his way toward the door, knowing that the guy would probably jack off once he was gone anyway.
As he turned the knob, he heard Mur call out to him. “Draa-coo.”
Well, close enough. Draco turned his head to look at the guy. “Yeah?”
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“Mur like,” he said simply. He didn’t know the words to express what he truly wanted to say. He wanted to play with Draco again. He wanted fuck. He liked the big human mouse, Draco.
“Good, I’m xxxx,” he heard the blond say before he left. When the door closed behind him, something changed in Mur. He’d met another human, had played with that human, had sucked that human. He’d been scared at first, but he’d had a lot of fun and excitement. And now Mur was all alone again. He continued to stare at the door for a long while, but nobody else came through. And Mur was hard. Very hard. He could feel precome leaking from his slit. He really wanted to come, but he knew he wasn’t allowed.
Mur tried to spend his day playing with his toys and watching the moving images, but his mind always went back to Draco. And his cock never went flaccid.
When Master finally came home, Mur ran up to him and meowed loudly for attention. “Mur want fuck!” he cried.
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Voldemort looked down at his pet and saw how hard the cat was. Mur was never the one to instigate sex. Well, maybe if he’d had catnip, but Mur didn’t show any signs of catnip consumption. And Mur enjoyed sex now, but Voldemort had always told Mur when it was time to get fucked. The man smiled to himself. His pet was really turning into an eager slut for him.
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