LIM Chapter 5: Christmas

Mur felt like everything was happening very slowly, like he was on catnip, but instead of feeling very good, Mur felt only fear and dread. Master was opening the door and any second he would see Draco. Mur wished with all his might that Master somehow wouldn’t see the blond. He thought it over and over in the span of a few seconds.

The door opened fully and Master walked through.

Mur wanted to cry, but kept his tears inside. He would be punished. Draco might be punished too. It was going to hurt. Mur didn’t want Draco to hurt like he would.

Mur closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see Master’s angry face. He heard the man walk up to him and pet him on the head. Mur looked up. Master was smiling down at him. Mur looked to where Draco had been. Had he somehow hid in the second that it took for Master to open the door?

No. Draco was sitting on the floor by the bed. He was completely still, eyes wide open, but not seeing anything, waiting for the world to crash down around him. Mur was just as scared.

“What’s wrong Mur?”

Mur looked up at Master. What had he said? He didn’t hear the words ‘punish’ or ‘lotion’ or ‘bad’. Mur only understood his name. Mur looked back at Draco, then back at Master.

“M-Master?” Mur said in a timid voice.

“Yes, pet?”

Mur rubbed his head on Master’s thigh. He didn’t know what else to do. Mur was confused. Master had not started the yelling or the punishing yet, but it would come and Mur needed to show Master that he was sorry.

“Oh, what’s this? Is this an apology, Mur?” Voldemort pet his cat’s head. “I know you’re sorry for taking your plug out. I don’t know how you managed it, but you did. It’s okay Mur, you’ve already been punished for that. Why are you shaking?”

Mur spent the rest of the evening waiting for a punishment that never came. Draco stayed still and quiet by the bed while Master read a book on the couch. Mur tried to relax by the fireplace, but kept close to Master. Master pet him while he read.

When it was time to go to sleep, Master changed into his nightwear and Mur went to his pillow. He stared at Draco, still sitting in the now dark room. Mur remembered his wish. He wished that Master wouldn’t see Draco…and he hadn’t.

This wasn’t the first time something odd happened to Mur. Master used magic when he swung a stick, but Mur thought that sometimes he could use magic, for odd things happened sometimes. Once, when Mur was very little, Mur had a stomach ache. He knew Master would punish Mur if he didn’t finish all the cat food in his bowls, even though Mur wanted to be sick. Mur wished that the food would just disappear and a moment later it was gone. Master never punished him for not eating his food that day.

There were other times too. They were happening more and more. Sometimes Mur would want a toy and the toy would fly over to him. Master didn’t like when he saw this. Mur thought Master didn’t like Mur having magic, but Mur was never punished for it.

And now, though Mur could see him, Master could not see Draco. Mur’s white mouse was invisible to Master.

After a while of Master sleeping soundly, Mur got up from his pillow and walked over to Draco. The blond must have realized that Master couldn’t see him. Mur grabbed the sleeve of Draco’s robe with his teeth and tugged. Draco stood up and followed Mur to the door. The blond looked back at the sleeping man and pet Mur on Mur’s head before slowly opening the door as quietly as he could and slipping out of the room. Mur went back to his pillow and slept.

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Voldemort woke the next day to Mur sitting patiently by the Christmas tree. The man sighed. “No Mur, it’s still not Christmas.” He heard his cat meow sadly and Voldemort got ready for the day.

While he dressed, he watched his cat swat playfully at one of the ornaments on the tree. It was an endearing scene and Voldemort loved that Mur was full of innocence and wonder. No human his age could be so perfect. Voldemort smugly stroked his own ego with the thought that his efforts had not been in vain. He had created the perfect companion and sex slave. Harry Potter, though Voldemort hated thinking of such a repulsive name, had turned out better than he could have ever hoped. Mur was a playful, innocent, lovable little kitten. He knew nothing of the Wizarding World, of the war, of anything. He was just an empty-minded pet that Voldemort had raised to service him.

Voldemort watched as an ornament suddenly flew off the tree and landed on the carpet in front of Mur.

Magic. Magic was a problem. Voldemort made sure Mur would never be able to hold a wand, but he hadn’t thought of accidental or wandless magic. It had been happening more and more as of late and Voldemort knew he needed to put a stop to it. He didn’t want to punish his pet for his use of magic; that might cause the cat’s magic to become erratic and more powerful. Instead, Voldemort needed some sort of talisman that would force his pet’s magic to stay safely inside his body, unable to be used.

They made such things for young children between the ages of three and five so parents could rest assured that their young witch or wizard wasn’t a danger to themselves or others. But magic inhibiters like that were very weak since they were only meant to handle a child’s magic flow. Voldemort needed something far more powerful.

After breakfast he left his bedchamber and headed to his study. He needed to do more research.

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Mur spent the next few days daydreaming about Draco. Whenever he thought of how Draco had mated with him, Mur’s penis got hard. It happened so often that even Master, who was hardly ever in the room, noticed. He didn’t look happy about it, but didn’t punish him.

Also, every day that went by was not Christmas. Mur was getting tired of waiting for the day when presents would be under the big tree. Then Mur had an idea. He decided to give Master a present. He’d give it to him on Christmas. But Mur still didn’t know what to get. Would Master like his yarn ball? Or maybe his toy snake? Both had been Christmas presents from Master many years ago. He didn’t have anything other than what Master had given him. For some reason Mur knew Master wouldn’t want one of his toys.

What did Master like?

He liked when Mur didn’t make too much noise. He liked petting Mur. He liked reading by the fire. He liked sleeping and eating. But there was one thing Mur knew Master liked more than all those things. Mur was proud that Mur could give it to him. Master liked mating with Mur. But Master mated Mur all the time. It wasn’t exactly a gift.

Mur heard a loud meow come from the moving cat image on the wall. The female cat was clearly in heat and being very vocal about it. Her rear was up in the air and she meowed for a male to mate her. Mur had never cared for the sounds of a female in heat. His member didn’t harden for the cat. Mur had always preferred males. He watched as a male approached the female and got on top of her. The male was a handsome tabby cat with big dangling balls. The cat began humping the female and got his barbed cock inside her. The female screamed with both pain and pleasure. The male bit the scruff at the back of the female’s neck so he could mate her without her trying to get away. He came inside her quickly and walked away.

The male cat had reminded Mur of Master. Both were very dominant. Mur felt his little penis awaken. Mur knew what he could give to Master for Christmas.

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Only a few days later, the big day finally came. Voldemort had just finished putting the last gift under the tree when he saw Mur stir. The cat was rubbing its eyes with a paw and had yet to see the gifts under the tree. Like every morning, Mur asked “Kiss-miss?”

Voldemort smiled at the sleepy sixteen year old. “Yes Mur, it’s Christmas.”

It was laughable how quickly the kitten sat up on its pillow and glanced at the tree. Mur looked at all the presents with wide eyes.

“Not yet. Breakfast first.” Voldemort saw his pet’s expression change drastically from joy to sorrow. How little worries his cat had that even the tiniest inconvenience could change his mood. Voldemort held back a chuckle.

The man sat at the table and called for Tilly the house-elf. She brought him a proper English breakfast with green tea. She also filled Mur’s water and food bowls. The cat’s meals didn’t vary by much, usually some type of canned cat food. Today’s was no different. Voldemort couldn’t even imagine eating something so repulsive, but his pet was just a cat and didn’t require fine dining. Mur hadn’t even ever been fed table scraps. Such treats would only lead to bad habits. That wasn’t to say the man did not feed his cat treats for good behavior, but they were only ever cat treats. And Mur liked them, so it wasn’t a problem.

After breakfast, Voldemort allowed Mur to sniff and paw at the presents under the tree. There were twenty-five in all, but a few of them were extra special. He let Mur open the more trivial gifts first. Voldemort watched as his kitten took a while ripping through the colorful wrapping paper with his teeth. When Mur couldn’t open the boxes, Voldemort did it for him.

Mur’s presents consisted of cat toys, a bag of treats, adult toys, and lube. Mur was most excited for the new feather toy he’d received. He was most confused over the medium-sized pillow (perfect for an actual cat) that was way too small for Mur to fit on and a pet carrier that was also way too small. Mur looked at him with questioning eyes, but Voldemort just smiled back. Then there was the leash. Mur had never seen a leash before and began pawing at it like it was a toy.

Then Voldemort had Mur open up the last three presents. The first was a small cock cage. He put it on his pet so Mur could understand. The cage was designed to force a human’s penis into a very small space. The occupant would be completely unable to get hard. Voldemort noticed his pet didn’t know how to feel about the gift. It was a gift from his Master, but it was also going to be uncomfortable to wear. Voldemort took the cage off his pet and put it away.

The next gift was a new tag for Mur’s collar. It was very similar to the last tag, but the name ‘Murder’ in cursive was written with tiny emeralds. Voldemort took the old tag off and attached the new one. It was beautiful, and cost quite a lot, but that wasn’t why Voldemort had gotten the new tag. This name tag had Voldemort’s magic embedded within it. It was a curse that prohibited the use of magic. As long as the tag was on the collar and the collar was on Mur, Mur would no longer be able to use magic. Though Mur couldn’t hold a wand, Voldemort was not about to take chances with the prophecy.

Finally, Voldemort handed his pet his final present. It was a small box with gold wrapping and a red bow. Voldemort undid the bow and the wrapping and opened the box. He took out a small, golden bell. Mur’s eyes lit up at what he thought was a new toy. Voldemort shook his head and smiled. He attached the bell to Mur’s collar.

“This is a very special bell, Mur. It’s magic. I made it myself.” Voldemort cupped his kitten’s cheek with his hand. “I know you wish you looked like other cats, Mur. The reason I keep you locked up in this room is because of your disfigurement. I don’t want you to feel sad when humans are repulsed by you.”

Voldemort knew his cat couldn’t understand what he was saying. He had to show him. “This collar,” he said, “it will make you look the way you should. I’ll be able to let you meet other people.” Voldemort flicked the bell, letting Mur hear the tinkling sound. “Transform!”

Voldemort watched as the small bell forced his pet to transform into a small black cat. The bell was Voldemort’s own creation. It was an object that reacted to Voldemort thinking the word ‘transform’. It would also react to Mur thinking the word if Voldemort didn’t have a mental lock on the bell. The transformation itself was actually a forced animagus transformation. The bell was created with dark magic, of course.

Voldemort watched his pet look around itself in shock. Mur was the size and build of an adolescent cat. His green eyes held black slits. His whiskers were white. He looked at his paws, his tail. He looked about the room. Everything must seem so big to him now.

“Come here, Mur,” Voldemort said, patting his thigh. His cute kitten happily ran up to him and pawed at his pants. Voldemort bent down and picked him up. Mur licked his cheek with his rough tongue.

Voldemort examined the cat, now truly a cat. The collar and anal plug had shrunk with the rest of his body. Voldemort had forgotten about the plug. He removed it from his cat’s rear and it grew back to the size it had been.

Voldemort placed the cat back on the carpet. Mur really was just a cat. With his innocence and lack of intelligence, Voldemort knew Mur’s appearance would fool anyone who saw him. Voldemort had plans to bring the cat to meetings.

“Transform,” Voldemort said, and watched Mur turn back into his beautiful sex pet. While in the room he’d keep Mur in this much more pleasing form.

“Master!” Mur screamed excitedly. “Mur cat!”

“Yes, now you will look like a proper cat.”

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Mur was so happy that he would look normal sometimes that he wanted to give Master his gift right away. Mur turned around and lifted his rear high in the air. He wiggled it and began meowing loudly, like a female cat in heat. His gift would be for Master to mount him like he was a female.

He heard Master chuckle and open the new bottle of lube. Mur meowed when he felt the tip of Master’s cock breach him. Mur shook his ass for Master and Master thrusted deep inside him.

During their mating, Master put the new cage toy on him. It made Mur’s penis small and not able to get hard, but this was Master’s gift. Mur couldn’t complain. Master came inside him and Mur felt the sticky white seed cool in his rectum. Master put his plug back in.

Later in the day, Master taught Mur a new word. Transform. Mur couldn’t say it well, but that was okay. Just thinking the word would transform Mur into the type of cat he always watched on the moving cat images, the type of cat he wished he looked like.

Mur transformed back into his normal self before going to bed. He went to sleep knowing that this had been the best Christmas ever.

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