A few days after Christmas, Mur got another present: Master took him outside the room. Master said ‘transform’ and Mur was a handsome black cat. Mur loved that he looked normal.
Master put Mur in a cat carrier and carried him through the house until they got to a large room with a long table and chairs. Mur had never seen so much space before. Master’s house was so big, yet he’d only ever seen inside the one room. It was all so exciting.
When they got to the large dining room, Master’s chair was apart from the others. It was on a raised platform in front of the dining room table.
Master put his carrier on the floor and opened it. Mur walked out. The floor was made of wood. Mur had seen wood in the moving cat pictures but never in real life. The floor in Master’s Room was covered in white carpet.
Master then put Mur’s new pillow on the floor next to Master’s chair and Mur sat on top of it. His pillow was small, but the perfect size for his smaller frame.
The room was completely empty and Mur looked up at Master who was now sitting on his chair. “Meow?” Mur had tried to say ‘Master?’ but Mur found that he couldn’t speak human speech at all now. His Master looked down at Mur and pet him behind the ears. Mur purred.
A little while later, humans started entering the room and sitting down at the table. Mur was so excited. Mur looked around while the humans sat in their seats. Then Mur saw a familiar head of hair. His white mouse was here. He sat in a seat toward the middle of the long, rectangular table.
Mur quickly got up off his pillow and ran on four legs to Draco’s seat. Mur purred and rubbed his head on the boy’s pant leg, but Draco didn’t move to pick him up right away or even pet him. Was the mouse angry with him?
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Draco didn’t know what to do. Was this Mur? Why was he an actual cat? Had he always been a cat and Draco had always seen him in his human form? Or was he a human who was now in a cat form?
Draco slowly picked up the animal and addressed The Dark Lord. “My Lord,” he said, lowering his head.
“I apologize for my kitten’s behavior,” Voldemort said in a drawl. “He is still a juvenile and needs more training…and discipline.” The man raised his wand and the cat floated out of Draco’s hands and onto the pillow by Voldemort’s chair. “Stay,” the man told the cat.
Draco noticed the cat’s ears droop, but it didn’t get off the pillow for the rest of the meeting.
As the Dark Lord spoke, Draco tried not to watch the cat. He didn’t want to think about how he’d almost been caught in the Dark Lord’s bedchamber…or how amazing sex with Mur was. He really shouldn’t see Mur again, but Draco really couldn’t keep away. He waited patiently for his next opportunity to fuck Voldemort’s little sex pet.
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Mur pulled at a loose string on his pillow. He tried not to watch Draco, but it was hard. It was hard not to get off the pillow again. He just wanted to explore the room they were in. He wanted to explore the humans. He wanted to play with them. He wanted to play with Draco most of all. His white mouse was a lot of fun.
Mur looked up at Master. Master was talking to the other humans. Mur couldn’t understand what he was saying, but Master’s voice was making him sleepy. He really wanted to fall asleep in Master’s lap.
Mur rubbed his small furry head on Master’s clothed leg to get his attention. All he got was a small scratch behind the ears. Master didn’t look at him. Mur put his head on his paws and thought about Draco. Mur wanted Draco to pet him.
Mur closed his eyes to the soothing sound of Master’s voice.
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“Mur,” Voldemort called. He was a little surprised when his pet didn’t respond. He looked down at the small black fur-ball sleeping soundly on his pillow. It had been a long meeting.
The man gently picked up his cat and placed it inside the pet-carrier. When they got back to Voldemort’s bedchamber, the man took the cat out of the carrier and placed it on the floor. He thought the word ‘transform’ and before his eyes the cat turned back into his beautiful human cat. Mur was still asleep.
Voldemort quickly lubed up his cock and pressed it against his cat’s pucker. He pushed in. Yes, he much preferred his cat in human form.
He saw his pet open his eyes and heard him moan out a meow. The man trailed his bony fingers up his pet’s stomach to his chest and began playing with Mur’s small pink nipples.
“Yes, you’re so sensitive after all these years, aren’t you?” His pet didn’t respond. Mur clearly had no idea what he’d said. The man smiled. “You’re nothing but my dumb, sex-obsessed pet, aren’t you Mur?” He heard his pet meow in confusion.
Voldemort decided to try something. He’d never called the cat by the name his parent’s had given him. It wasn’t his name anymore. Besides it was a human name and Mur was merely a cat. Murder fit his pet much better. Still…
“Harry,” Voldemort said. No reaction from his pet. “Harry Potter.” Nothing. His cat’s ears hadn’t even perked up. To Mur, Voldemort could have been saying anything. Any random words. Green grass. Swimming pool. Knitted scarf.
Anything.
Harry Potter was not even a name to his innocent Mur. His sweet, stupid cat.
All Mur knew was what Voldemort allowed him to know. That and nothing more. Nothing else was important.
Voldemort thrusted brutally inside his pet. He heard the cat moan in both pain and pleasure. More pleasure than pain, the man guessed.
The man kept thrusting inside the cat and twisting his nipples until Voldemort came inside him. He did not allow Mur to come. Or to touch himself. He enjoyed seeing his pet aroused and unable to do anything about it.
He put Mur’s plug back in, holding his cum inside, and went to sit by the fireplace. So far he’d been unsuccessful in taking down the Ministry, but that would soon change. The Light was beginning to lose hope. At the meeting his spy had told him that Dumbledore was working on a few plans of his own. If Voldemort could find out more about what exactly the old fool was planning, then—
“Master?”
The man looked down at his pet.
“Yes, Mur?”
“Mouse,” was all he said.
Voldemort looked around the room. His eyes landed on the little toy mouse. “It’s by the bed.” Mur knew the word bed at least.
He watched his pet look in the direction of the bed. His pet’s ears drooped.
The man looked at his pet’s beautiful ass as it walked on all fours toward the bed. “I still haven’t punished you yet, have I?”
Mur paused, paw outstretched in mid-walk.
“You didn’t behave yourself at the meeting. Poor Draco was assaulted by my cat, wasn’t he?”
His pet’s ears perked up and his tail twitched nervously.
“Yes, I think we’ll try something a little different for your punishment this time.”
His pet looked scared as Voldemort got up and went to the closet. He’d bought a dog crate a while back, but had yet to use it. He placed it by his bed. Then enlarged his pet’s new pillow and placed it inside. He then filled his cat’s food and water dishes and placed them inside.
“Mur,” Voldemort said, opening the cage. “come here.”
His cat dutifuly padded over to him. Voldemort got another item from the closet. This was a thick dildo. It was longer and wider than his own cock. He quickly lubed it before taking out Mur’s plug and replacing it with the dildo. It had a hard time going in and he heard Mur whine out a meow. A dildo so large was definitely going to hurt.
Voldemort cast a spell on the dildo to make sure it couldn’t come out for any reason. He turned to look at the cage. “Mur, go inside.”
His cat just tilted his head at him. “Mew?”
Voldemort pointed to the cage sternly. “In. Now.”
He watched his pet slowly walk inside the cage. Voldemort closed the door and locked it with magic. Then he cast a silencing spell so he wouldn’t have to hear the animal whine all night.
Voldemort went back to his chair by the fire to plan for the next battle.
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Mur tried to meow, but no sound came out. He knew Master had used magic to make sure he couldn’t speak.
Mur looked around the cage. He’d never been so caged before. He usually had access to the whole room, besides the furniture, but now he was in such a small space. He couldn’t even fully stretch out all the way. He had to lay curled up, which was how he normally slept, but it was still scary to be so restricted. And it hurt too. Mur’s bum hurt. The toy in his bum was too big and Mur wanted it out.
Mur wondered how long he’d have to stay in the cage. His bowls were in with him so clearly he wasn’t getting out before tomorrow morning.
Mur watched Master sit by the fire for a while before eating dinner at his table. Mur ate out of his bowl and drank his water. Mur watched Master get ready for bed. Then the man turned out the lights and slept.
Mur was awake for a while longer. All the water he drank made him want to pee. He looked toward the bathroom longingly. He tried pushing on the cage door, but it was locked. Mur knew he’d have to hold it until the morning. He curled up for the night and went to sleep.
Or at least he tried. The pain in his bum kept him up for a few hours until Mur was too tired to stay awake.
Mur must have woken up late because there was food and water in his bowls and Master wasn’t in the room. Mur whined, or tried to, but the spell kept him silent.
After eating and drinking from his bowl, Mur really, really needed to pee. It was hard to do, but he held it. He remembered the early days when he’d been little. He used to pee all over the room because he was too young to hold it. Master punished him all the time, so he learned quickly. In those days Master would spank his bum really hard whenever he misbehaved. It hurt, but it wasn’t like this. Mur hated the cage. There were no toys and nothing to do. The moving cat images weren’t even playing. Master hadn’t put them on.
Mur tried to distract himself from the pain in his bladder, and the pulsing pain in his bum by thinking about Draco. Mur wished Draco were here to let him out. Mur loved Master more than anyone, and Mur knew he deserved this punishment for being bad and leaving his pillow when Master took him out of the room, but sometimes Mur was mad at Master. Like now. Mur had to pee, Mur hated the giant toy in his bum, and Mur was bored. He couldn’t even look outside.
Mur felt tears well up in his eyes. He tried to stop thinking about bad things. He didn’t want to cry. If Master knew that he’d cried he’d be in even more trouble.
At lunchtime, Tilly came and refilled his bowls. The house elf didn’t let him out of the cage though. Mur tried to get the creature’s attention, but the elf must have been instructed not to let him out.
After lunch Mur had to pee more than ever. Mur felt like his little bladder was going to explode. He kept holding it, but it was getting very difficult. He could feel himself sweat at the effort. Mur wanted to hold his penis so nothing would leak out, but he’d be punished really bad if Master found out he’d touched himself there.
Mur held in his pee and tears for as long as he could, he really did, but eventually something had to burst. Mur felt a small trickle of pee leave his slit and drip onto his new pillow. Mur began shaking uncontrollably. Master would see the wet spot and punish him. He couldn’t stop his tears at the thought. He just started streaming down his cheeks. He caught them with his arm and brushed them away. Then he turned the pillow over so Master wouldn’t see the pee spots. But only a moment later more pee started sprinkling from his penis. There was no stopping it now. It flowed out of him in a long stream. It soaked the pillow completely. Mur started crying. Master was going to punish him and there was nothing he could do about it.
After he’d finished relieving himself, Mur sat down on his soaked pillow and waited for Master to get home.
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