So. It's been a while. Kinda. I could blame it on Dragon*Con. I could blame it on Nulli giving me a brain-eating plot bunny. I could blame it on lots of things. The truth? I hadn't realized it had been so long. So, here you go, the moment we've all been waiting for! (No, not that moment. Or that one. Nope, not even that one! Sheesh, people) It's time to make Nulli into a bobcat. Enjoy!
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“I don’t want to change.”
A million responses raced through his head as he pulled her
into his arms. His heart stuttered in dismay, sinking somewhere in the vicinity
of his left knee. His breathing made up for its loss by racing as though he’d
just run a marathon. Naked. Chased by ravenous wolves. He entertained a bout of
crippling disappointment and hurt feelings for about five seconds. All of it
fell to the side at the fear wafting off his mate. He peppered her soft curls
with kisses as he traced soothing swirls on her back. He sought the right
words.
“I’m sorry, kitten, but you don’t have much of a choice this
time. I promise that it’s nothing to be scared of. It tingles, but it doesn’t
hurt.” He leaned back to smooth her hair from her face. Tilting her head up for
a kiss, he offered her a reassuring smile. “You won’t lose yourself to your
cat. You’ll still be my smart, brave Nulli. That won’t change. You’ll be a bit
shorter, a lot furrier, but just as beautiful.”
“Everything is happening all at once. I barely have enough
time to get used to one thing before something else appears. Why can’t I change
later?” She nuzzled her nose into his neck, inhaling deeply.
“No, sweetheart. If you wait too long, your cat will not
ask. She’s desperate to explore, to sniff and run and hunt. Your instincts will
take too much control, then. You’ll do something that will upset you. You need
to lead the change, not let it lead you. Before you do that, though, you need
to eat. A full stomach with plenty of protein will reduce your chances of
hunting.”
“Okay. Let’s eat then. Maybe that will slow things down for
a week or two.”
“We’ll discuss it over breakfast, lunch. Brunch?” He wrapped
his arm around her waist and guided her to the kitchen. The fritatta was
slightly overdone, but still edible. It took him just a short time to scramble
a few eggs for himself. “Don’t give me that look, Nulli. Yes, it’s a lot of
food. You need it.”
“Why? Am I going into battle for the next week?” She stared
wide-eyed at the plate in front of her. Judging by the look on her face, she
seemed uncertain if she should eat or run away.
“Yup. Against fire-breathing dragons, giant cockroaches, and
pterodactyls. With lasers for eyes.” He set the juice and milk on the table
then filled his plate. “Seriously, though. You, my sweet mate, have used a lot
of energy lately. You’ve changed into a shifter. You’ve completed our mating.
You’re fighting against the change.” He ticked off each item on his fingers.
“And when you do change, this will keep you from hunting. I hope.”
Her gaze drifted to his eyes in slow motion. “You hope?”
“You’re a cat, sweetheart.” Brian pushed his plate aside and
took her hands. “Cats like to chase, to hunt. I’ve asked around and this was
the best anyone could come up with. Make sure you ate plenty of protein before
your shift to minimize your desire to actually eat what you chase. Add that to
your amazing self-control, and you should do well. I won’t promise you it’ll
work perfectly, but I’m doing my best.”
Her eyes flashed amber before her lids slanted, her fangs
appeared a moment later. “I’m going to be a walking death machine.” She gave
her head a quick shake and her teeth returned to normal, but her eyes remained
lighter. “I’m not going to eat all this. There’s no way.”
“Nulli. Mate.” He ran his hand over his face then through
his hair. “You already were a walking death machine. How often have you
told me you couldn’t punch the idiots who harassed you because of your martial
arts training? That you’d go to jail because of it? Being a cat adds new
instincts, yes, but we can minimize their effects.” His fangs rested on his
bottom lip. “Now stop being stubborn and eat. You can eat it all and you will.
Or have you given up on me already?”
“I’ll eat what I can. I’m not a bottomless pit, you wild
man. That stuff works for you, but I won’t be able to do it all in one day.”
She tucked into her meal, eyes glittering in the scant rays of morning light
slicing through the blinds. “It’s probably not a good idea to challenge the death
machine.” Her lips curled into a smirk, flashing her elongated teeth. A low
growl resonated in her throat while she continued eating.
“I’ll happily let you kick my ass as long as you eat and
regain your strength.” He grinned, showing off his pointed canines, and winked.
“I like living on the edge.”
“Clearly.”
“You said something earlier about your vision. Is there
something wrong with it? Blurry? Tunnel vision? Spots before your eyes?”
“Well, it changes focus. Sort of on its own. I can look at
something and then my eyes adjust or do whatever they do, and I see it closer,
then it goes back to the regular distance. It’s weirding me out.”
He sipped his milk, a frown wrinkling his brow. “Okay. First
off, don’t you do yoga? Have you ever, I don’t know, practiced calming
techniques like breathing or Tai Chi or something?”
“Yes... Are you about to tell me to breathe my sight back to
normal?”
“In a way, yes. What’s happening is you’re alternating
between your human eyes and your cat’s. When you see things ‘normal’, you’re
seeing as a human. When the focus sharpens, you’re using your cat’s improved
vision. If it bothers you, then, yes, breathe, find your center, realign your
Feng Shui, or whatever you need to do to find your calm. I don’t want this to
upset you, kitten.”
“This might be a problem then.” She sighed and rested her
fork on the table.
“What do you mean?” Brian leaned back in his chair, crossing
his arms over his chest. He wanted to run. Needed to. He didn’t want her to see
how badly his heart was breaking.
“I look at you, I can see you, but then I can really see
you. I see your vessels pulse. I see the small changes in your skin. I can even
see your pores dilate and contract. I saw the hairs on your arms go erect when
you got goosebumps. I hear your heart racing like a locomotive right now. When
all that happens, the only thought that calms me is grabbing you by that collar
and pulling you into me like a crazy woman.” She took a deep breath and held
it. “So you see, my dear kitty, this need to be with you all the time could be
a problem. We have jobs.”
“We’ll work on it, Nulli. I’ll do all I can to help you
adjust.” He picked up his fork, twirled it in his hand, then set it down again.
His eyes focused on his plate. “I have to know. Do you regret it?”
“No, of course not.” She reached for his hand and gave it a
squeeze. “This is all unfamiliar, but everything about us has been unfamiliar,
right? I’ve never been someone’s mate, you’ve never had a mate. I’ve never been
in this kind of relationship with a shifter, you’ve never been in one like this
with a human. We’re breaking new ground every time we move forward. The
constant here is that we’re taking the journey together.”
He turned his hand over to hold hers, taking a deep,
shuddering breath. “Yeah. I know. Of course I know. I’m worried about you,
sweetheart. That’s all.” He looked up and offered her a small smile. “I just
don’t want you to regret our mating. I don’t want you to think you’ve turned
into some kind of monster. You haven’t. I swear you haven’t.”
“Is that what you thought I was feeling?” She stood from the
table and paced a short circuit next to it. “I never thought you were a
monster. I asked you me make me like you, like the kitty I love. How did you
get monster out of that?”
“You’re so scared of what you’ve become. You don’t even want
to change! I’m worried I may have rushed you. That the situation with the lab
may have rushed you. That you’re not ready.” He leaned back in his chair,
scrubbing his hand through his hair. “I have a feeling you’re going to tell me
I’m being an ass again.”
“Yes. You’re being an ass.” She walked toward the doorway,
but stopped. “News flash, Brian, I’ve never turned into a bobcat before. I
think a little trepidation might be natural. What the hell do you want from me
here?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know what to expect. I’ve never been
around a newly turned shifter. I guess I didn’t expect it to affect you as much
because you’ve always been so strong. I’m sorry. Please, finish your
breakfast?”
“Always been so strong?” She narrowed her gaze but held her
ground. “I am going to change forms. Do you want to know what the prospect of
that is like for me? I have to grapple with the fact that I am going to shift
into something else. This change is imminent and may be beyond my control. My
entire body is about to become something else, and you’re telling me it should
be okay because I have strength? Un-freaking-believable!” She threw her hands
into the air and walked into the living room.
Burying his head in his hands, he groaned. How had things
gone to hell so quickly? He just wanted her safe and happy, but he was screwing
this up. He rose from the table and watched her pace the living room. The fear
and uncertainty on her face broke his heart. He longed to go to her, take her
in his arms, tell her it would be okay, but he didn’t want to upset her
further.
“I’m trying, sweetheart. It may not look like it, but I am.
I know this is difficult for you, but no matter how I try, I truly and honestly
cannot comprehend just how much. I’ve never been in your situation.” His eyes
followed her jerky movements. She shivered and rubbed her arms. “I grew up with
shifters. None of my family are mated. None of my friends are other than
Killian. I wasn’t around when Melody first turned. So, yes. I jumped to conclusions.”
He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I don’t know what else I can say but I’m
sorry.”
When she didn’t respond, he stepped into the room. Fuck
this, she needs me right now. A frown marred her brow. A low growl rumbled
from her throat as she pulled at her clothes. She was twitchy, uncomfortable.
“Kitten?” He reached for her just as she clutched her stomach. “Dammit! Too
late.” He eased her to the floor. Her rumbling growls told him he was out of
time. “Come on, Nulli. Look at me. It’s time to let your cat out to play.” He
stroked her hair and down her back. Soft touches. Gentle. Hopefully soothing.
As she panted, he pulled her into his arms. He held her head near his neck,
letting her smell him. “Relax as much as you can. Try not to fight it. It’ll be
alright. I’m right here, sweetheart.”
“It’s burning!” She ground out the words between clenched
teeth. Her entire body oozed tension, and she never let go of the death grip on
her belly.
“I know. I’m sorry. You’ve got to stop fighting it,
sweetheart. Remember those breathing techniques you were telling me about
earlier? Time to try them out.” He slipped his hand under her shirt to rub her
bare back. As a kid, it was the skin-to-skin contact that soothed him the most
in the days leading up to his first shift. He hoped it would work here.
“Breathe slowly, Nulli. Relax. I’m right here, sweetheart. I won’t let anything
happen to you.”
Her low growls rose in pitch and volume to end on a feline
yowl of distress. As fur sprouted along her arms, Brian slipped the ring from
her finger and tucked it into his pocket. “Nothing shifts but you, mate. You
don’t want to lose this.” She growled menacingly, reaching for her ring only to
double over with a fresh wave of pain. He cursed and sliced through her shirt
with his sharp claws. “Nulli. Fuck! Come on, sweetheart. Deep breaths. Latch
onto my scent.” He tossed the shredded top aside and tugged at her shorts. “I’m
here, mate. It’ll be okay. I promise.” His claws ripped through the side seams
of her chinos, and the ruined shorts joined the top. Her body shimmered. Her
ears lengthened, furred, and traveled to the top of her head. Her human
body melted away to reform into a sleek and a stunning bobcat.
Brian laid beside her on the floor and stroked her soft fur
as she lay still, more than likely contemplating her first shift. She rested on
her side, her chest rising and falling with reassuring regularity. Her golden
eyes were shut, but the tip of a rough, pink tongue poked out between her lips.
She rumbled, a cross between a soft growl and a purr. He checked every inch of
her to make sure the change had gone smoothly. Her paws flexed to reveal sharp
claws. Her tail twitched when he touched it. Her ears flicked when he tickled
the soft fur within.
“You are an amazing bobcat, my sweet mate.” He spoke softly.
Her hearing was more sensitive in this form. “You did wonderfully well. I’m so
proud of you, Nulli. I love you so much.” He kissed her nose, smiling when her
whiskers tickled him.
She raised her head and sniffed at his neck with a faint
purr. He propped up on his elbow as she leaned closer. Her wet nose and
whiskers danced along his chest. He ran his hand from her head to the base of
her tail, chuckling when she arched into his touch.
“Silly kitten,” he murmured fondly. “You are more than I
ever hoped for, Nulli. To see you here, a beautiful bobcat... I don’t know
whether to cry or shout my happiness or build a fort and keep you locked within
it. You’re my greatest treasure and I’m yours forever. How’s that for a
contradiction, huh?” He chuckled when she butted her head against his chin. “I
know. I’m crazy. Even your cat knows.”
He inched away from her and sat up. Crossing his legs, he
leaned forward and tickled a paw. “Eventually, that floor will get
uncomfortable, mate. Why don’t you stand up and walk over here? It takes a bit
to get used to walking on four legs.”
Nulli tilted her head and watched him for several moments
before averting her gaze to a window and resting her head on her forearms.
“Typical cat. Stubborn as the day is long.” Brian shook his
head. “If I didn’t think you’d claw me into confetti, I’d offer you a treat if
you came over here. Perhaps a tasty, cheesy goldfish?”
She didn’t move, and instead closed her eyes.
“Now you’re starting to worry me again, mate.” He scooted to
sit beside her. When he touched her head, she jumped. She blinked up at him
before returning her head to her paws. “Napping already?” He scooped her into
his arms and carried her to the sofa. “Sleep then, sweetheart. We’ll work on
this later.”
He curled his body around her, listening to her soft snores
interspersed with faint purrs. Her coat was soft and shiny. Her whiskers were
long with a cute curl at the ends. She truly was a beautiful bobcat. The sun
rose further into the sky, casting long shadows into the room. It was almost
noon when she began to dream. Her paws twitched as she slept. A growl built in
her throat. Her ears flattened against her head. When she released her first
roar, it jerked her awake. Only his hand prevented her from falling off the
sofa.
“Nice roar, mate.” Brian chuckled as she looked around the
room with a yawn. Nulli stretched, arching her back into his hand and digging
her claws into his stomach. A soft purr vibrated her body as she snuggled
closer. She inched along the sofa while her nose danced along his chest. He
giggled and jerked away when she touched her nose to his side. “You really do
need to try standing, sweetheart. Let me get you off this sofa. It’s time to
get all of those paws beneath you.”
He lowered her to the floor and kept his hands around her
until she rested all her weight on her paws. Some of this would be instinctual.
Some would be trial and error. He prayed to anything and everything that he
wouldn’t laugh if she fell. She sniffed her paws, then the air. Her purrs grew
louder.
Her first steps were clumsy, uncoordinated. She shook her
paws with a growl. Within a few more steps, she found her rhythm. Brian
followed her to the kitchen, where she stood with her nose scenting the air near
the table. He shook his head. “It’ll be cold, kitten, but I agree. You need to
eat before you run.” Removing her fork, he sat the plate on the floor.
It took her a few tries before she managed to crouch by the
plate. It took her even less time to clean the plate of the rest of the
fritatta. After a final lick, she prowled the kitchen. She sniffed the corners.
Brian chuckled when she nearly got stuck between the fridge and the wall,
pulling her free and removing a stray bit of dust from her whiskers. She turned
her nose to the air and sauntered from the kitchen.
“Aw, don’t sulk, kitten.” He followed her back into the
living room. “You’re cute with dust bunnies on your whiskers.” She curled her
lip in response. “Ready to explore?” Purring, she butted against his leg, then
pawed at the door. “Excellent.”
Brian opened the door and joined her on the patio. As she
sniffed the air, he removed his collar, tossed his shorts onto a chair and
shifted into his cat.
The air was humid. A hint of late-season flowers floated on
the breeze. A squirrel chattered at a bluejay to their left. Something rustled
in the underbrush to their right. Nulli’s ears swivelled to catch the sounds as
her nose scented the air. He sat on his haunches and watched her with a purr.
She turned to him, then, sniffing his neck and chewing his
ears. He purred louder and butted his head against hers. He rubbed his body
along hers, combining their scents into a heady mixture. When her purrs matched
his, he licked her nose and nudged her towards the woods.
They stepped off the patio together. His paws landed with
precision; hers with caution. She sniffed the grass, bit off a blade, then spit
it out with a curl to her lips. She shook her paws as the green stalks tickled
the sensitive pads. He nipped her ear and moved towards the trail. With a final
growl at the tickling grass, she followed.
He stayed ahead of her, easing her into a run. When she sped
up to catch him, he increased his speed. She stumbled a bit at first, but her
instinct and natural agility soon had her running alongside him. A twig snapped
to their right, and she darted off the trail and into the underbrush.
Brian’s heart pounded in his chest as he rushed to reach
her. He wasn’t sure if she was strong enough yet to resist the urge to chase,
to hunt, to kill. He leapt over gnarled roots and slipped under dead branches
in an effort to reach his swift mate. They nearly crashed into each other when
she abruptly changed course.
Shaking his head, he darted after her. She seemed to chase
sounds more than things. Turning first towards a screeching bird, and then the
muted shush of a snake slithering across the path. She jumped onto large
boulders, wriggled under low roots, and rolled in the bed of wildflowers that
meant so much to them. He chased her, then she chased him. She tackled him,
bowling him over with a surprise pounce from beneath an oversized fern. He
returned the favor later, leaping from behind a large rock. They ran until
their sides heaved and his paws ached.
He guided her towards the house when she was too tired to
chase a rabbit that darted across their path. Their first run together had been
better than he had hoped.
Once at the house, he returned to his human form. As he
opened the door to let her in, he grabbed his shorts from a chair. He dressed
quickly, buckling his collar into place with a contented sigh. “How are you
feeling, kitten? Ready to change back and talk to me?” She butted against his
hand, then started pacing the room. He sat on the floor and leaned against the
sofa. “I’ll talk you through it, sweetheart. Come sit by me?”
She made a final circuit of the room then sat beside him.
Her golden eyes stared up at him. So beautiful. So much like his mate. He ran
his hand along her back, petting her soft fur. “To change back, picture
yourself as a human - feet, hands, body, head, that unruly mop of glorious
curls, your beautiful face. Think of how you look as a human. Fix that image in
your mind. Got it?” She tilted her head and nodded. “Good. Now, close your
eyes. Find that picture of yourself. You’re not a cat, you’re a human. Reach
for that image, step into it. Be it.”
Her body shimmered. The points of her ears rounded. Fur
receded. Paws became hands and feet. “That’s it, sweetheart!” He sat on his
hands to keep from reaching for her. If he broke her concentration, it would
drain most of her energy. Recovery from a failed shift took much longer. “Just
a bit more.” Her body morphed and grew, shifting from the smaller bobcat form
into an adult human female. Panting, she collapsed into his arms.
“Congratulations, mate.” He brushed hair from her face. “You’ve experienced
your first shift.”
She encircled his neck with one arm and continued her heavy
breathing. “This wouldn’t be a good time to start drinking would it?”
“Only if you mean water.” He chuckled, kissing her cheek.
“Want about a gallon?”
“Make it two, and we can talk.”
“Absolutely.” He helped her onto the sofa, brushed his lips
over hers, and moved into the kitchen. “You did great, sweetheart, and you’re
super-fast!” He placed two glasses and a pitcher of iced water on a tray and
brought it to her.
She downed the glass and then picked up the pitcher,
draining it before emptying his cup. “God, I could swallow a lake!”
“So I see.” He chuckled and refilled the pitcher. “You’ve
had some major changes, though. It’s understandable.” He refilled her glass.
“How do you feel?”
She raised her eyebrows as she swallowed down glass number
three. When she came up for air, she shrugged her shoulders and tilted her head
from side to side. “Like I’m in a woman suit.” Shaking her head, she lifted the
pitcher from the tray again and started drinking. “If I drink any more water,
you’ll be able to build a pier on my butt.”
“Silly kitten. You’ll float away before I could build a
pier.” He eased the pitcher from her grasp. He ran his fingers from her hands
up to her shoulders, then down her spine. Nodding, he checked each leg, ankle,
and foot. “Everything feels right. It doesn’t feel like anything’s been caught
mid-shift. Do you burn, tingle, or hurt?”
“The tingle is still there, but it’s fading.” She looked him
in the eye with a small smile on her lips. “Brian, mind giving me my ring
back?”
“Oh! Yes, of course.” He pulled the ring from his pocket and
took her hand. “I am still amazed that you accepted this, Nulli.” Sliding it
onto her finger, he kissed below it. His lips lingered. “I’m sorry about not
understanding, kitten. Your first shift should not have been involuntary.”
“Well, it’s over now. Maybe I can stop having the recurring
nightmare where I’m stuck between human and bobcat.” She shuddered and
stretched her arms over her head. “I really need another shower. I’m all
sweaty.”
“You won’t be stuck, mate. I’ll always help you through the
change.” He helped her from the sofa and guided her upstairs. “Though, you’d
look adorable with cat ears poking through those curls.”
“So you’re into furries now?” She plastered on a shocked
expression, but the shaking of her shoulders gave her away. “I’m going to call
the ASPCA.”
“Not furries, you silly woman. Catgirls!” He tickled her,
relieved that she seemed to have come through her first change okay. “If you’re
going to assign me a fetish, at least get it right.”
She turned to face him as they reached the doorway of
bathroom. A quick pull of his collar got his attention. “I think I’ve got your
fetish right, kitty.” She winked and released the metal ring before moving
further into the room.
“Hell yeah,” he muttered and followed her in. “Need a hand?”
The door closed behind him with a decisive click. The
falling water drowned out all but the loudest purrs, the fiercest growls, and
the most passionate moans. Cries of ecstasy faded into soft giggles and
whispered endearments. He towelled them both dry, letting his hands roam after
the damp terry cloth dropped to the floor. Kissing along her neck, he tucked
her into bed and curled up behind her. Brian buried his nose in her mark and
inhaled her new, intoxicating scent. Damn, I’m the luckiest shifter on the
planet.
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