A Spell gone Bad or Not part 2
Title: A Spell gone Bad or Not part 2
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1206
Part 1
Professor Percy Pomeroy, or PP as he was called by his friends, something that the students had caught wind of and taken to calling him but not in his presence, studied the images in the scrying pool.
“You know it would be helpful if you could give me some indication of when you were exposed to the potion.” He tried not to say it too severely but really the human familiar feline was not being much help. Scrying into the past was not easy and he’d had to start back tracking from when he’d first found ‘him’.
Winston had become thoroughly bored after the first 30 minutes of watching his life run backwards, he was also tired of being called ‘you’ or ‘him’ which led to him with his ears in irritated cat mode. Trying to say Winston had come out Meowsssom and resulted only in a frown of incomprehension on the man’s face. So Winston had flopped down facing away from PP, folded his paws under himself, and tried not to notice the squirmy feelings in his tummy.He was getting used to being a human in a cat’s body after a week of it, though to be honest he didn’t remember much of his life from the party until when PP had found him.
What seemed forever passed before PP had sighed and said they’d try again the next day, he still had lessons to prepare and papers to grade but first they needed to go for a short trip. Winston found himself gathered up into a bag with a zipper up the back. The only thing that made it endurable was there was a hole for his head to pop through and PP slung the strap over a shoulder, carrying him close to his body. It wasn’t a bad way to travel and the strapping into the car’s seat belt through the bag’s strap gave him some assurance that if they were in an accident he wouldn’t go careening into and about the car’s interior.
“Now I want you to remember to be civil. You’ve surely had visits to the doctor in your human form. This will be a bit different but then you are now a bit different.”
Winston gave a great resigned sigh and knew that PP had heard it because there was a glint of a smile in his eyes. The man could say so much with his eyes.
Once inside the clinic PP turned to him again while they waited for their turn with the doctor.
“Doctor Phoenix is a familiar doctor. He treats wizards and humans too but he specializes in those able to change into your feline physiology. There’s nothing to be concerned about, he’s seen just about everything possible though perhaps not how you artificially came to be in your feline form. He also should be able to talk with you.”
That last sentence had Winston perking up. Happy day. He was so sick of not being able to make his thoughts known with other than hisses, purrs, or other totally cat indications of wants and needs. PP had given him a stern talking to about his trying to trip him on the stairs and Winston hadn’t been able to tell him it was an accident that he was still trying to get the hang of this human in cat thing. Besides PP wasn’t walking down the stairs fast enough and Winston needed food. He was ravenous lately.
Dr Phoenix was nice enough but Winston still spat at him when he’d informed him he was a bit more than 6 weeks pregnant, pointedly sitting and washing his balls at him.
“There’s a way that male familiars can come to be in your condition of pregnancy, if at any time they ingest catnip and then they have sex with a male, it can occur. Let’s hope that it wasn’t with another larger familiar. The kittens could exhibit their sire’s size which would make birthing them more difficult. Now if it was a wizard, which it could well be from what you said about not remembering anything after going to a party and,” he frowned at Winston, “drinking something from a bottle that you didn’t know what was in it…. Well we cross that bridge when we get to it but that shouldn’t be a problem. I’ve safely delivered kittens from that mating combination. Let’s just take a look see at how many kittens you’ve got in there.”
Winston laid down where he was told to on his side and allowed a thin sheet of clear plastic to be spread over his mid section. He watched as Dr. Phoenix ran a scanner over him and could see the images on the monitor as they came into view. Four tiny shapes appeared all clustered together. There were tiny legs and heads and tails. They were beautiful little things and squirmed a bit as the scanner pressed lightly. He could feel them as he watched them move inside him and fell in love. His kittens. They were his kittens.
A hand stroked softly over the top of his head between his ears. “No one is going to take those kittens away from you, I won’t let them,” PP whispered huskily. “They look wonderful your little kittens, even if it turns out they aren’t familiars.”
“They’re big, but not unusually so and they appear to be feline in makeup. I don’t see any problem with a natural birthing or need for intervention in the future but I want to keep on top of this so you’ll need to come in for frequent checkups, twice a week, especially as you probably only have a couple more weeks to go.” Dr. Phoenix smiled and nodded to PP.
“So, Winston huh,” the conversation started as they drove home. PP reached a hand over and stroked him from forehead back over to his nape until he reached the bag’s edge. “I can speed up the scrying into the past now that I know when you probably were given the potion and maybe we can also discover who the father of your kittens is. It doesn’t necessarily have to be the same malefactor who dosed you with the potion. Whoever it was, it’s your decision what you want to do with that knowledge though I will tell you that the individual who changed you will be facing severe repercussions from what they did. It’s one thing to have the consent of a test subject and have adequate oversight by a mentoring committee for the safety of that test subject and then there’s what was done to you. Lack of proper safe guards, oversight, and then to lose you and be unable to see to your welfare after the experiment is unpardonable.”
Winston yawned. He was tired and PP was on his soap box again, not that Winston didn’t agree but better to deal with what they could and wait until they knew more. For now he wanted a nap on a warm cuddly blanket, optimally spread over PP’s lap, and the occasional fingers scritching while papers were graded and young wizard lives made miserable with the inadequacy of not learning the concepts of the current magic correctly.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1206
Part 1
Professor Percy Pomeroy, or PP as he was called by his friends, something that the students had caught wind of and taken to calling him but not in his presence, studied the images in the scrying pool.
“You know it would be helpful if you could give me some indication of when you were exposed to the potion.” He tried not to say it too severely but really the human familiar feline was not being much help. Scrying into the past was not easy and he’d had to start back tracking from when he’d first found ‘him’.
Winston had become thoroughly bored after the first 30 minutes of watching his life run backwards, he was also tired of being called ‘you’ or ‘him’ which led to him with his ears in irritated cat mode. Trying to say Winston had come out Meowsssom and resulted only in a frown of incomprehension on the man’s face. So Winston had flopped down facing away from PP, folded his paws under himself, and tried not to notice the squirmy feelings in his tummy.He was getting used to being a human in a cat’s body after a week of it, though to be honest he didn’t remember much of his life from the party until when PP had found him.
What seemed forever passed before PP had sighed and said they’d try again the next day, he still had lessons to prepare and papers to grade but first they needed to go for a short trip. Winston found himself gathered up into a bag with a zipper up the back. The only thing that made it endurable was there was a hole for his head to pop through and PP slung the strap over a shoulder, carrying him close to his body. It wasn’t a bad way to travel and the strapping into the car’s seat belt through the bag’s strap gave him some assurance that if they were in an accident he wouldn’t go careening into and about the car’s interior.
“Now I want you to remember to be civil. You’ve surely had visits to the doctor in your human form. This will be a bit different but then you are now a bit different.”
Winston gave a great resigned sigh and knew that PP had heard it because there was a glint of a smile in his eyes. The man could say so much with his eyes.
Once inside the clinic PP turned to him again while they waited for their turn with the doctor.
“Doctor Phoenix is a familiar doctor. He treats wizards and humans too but he specializes in those able to change into your feline physiology. There’s nothing to be concerned about, he’s seen just about everything possible though perhaps not how you artificially came to be in your feline form. He also should be able to talk with you.”
That last sentence had Winston perking up. Happy day. He was so sick of not being able to make his thoughts known with other than hisses, purrs, or other totally cat indications of wants and needs. PP had given him a stern talking to about his trying to trip him on the stairs and Winston hadn’t been able to tell him it was an accident that he was still trying to get the hang of this human in cat thing. Besides PP wasn’t walking down the stairs fast enough and Winston needed food. He was ravenous lately.
Dr Phoenix was nice enough but Winston still spat at him when he’d informed him he was a bit more than 6 weeks pregnant, pointedly sitting and washing his balls at him.
“There’s a way that male familiars can come to be in your condition of pregnancy, if at any time they ingest catnip and then they have sex with a male, it can occur. Let’s hope that it wasn’t with another larger familiar. The kittens could exhibit their sire’s size which would make birthing them more difficult. Now if it was a wizard, which it could well be from what you said about not remembering anything after going to a party and,” he frowned at Winston, “drinking something from a bottle that you didn’t know what was in it…. Well we cross that bridge when we get to it but that shouldn’t be a problem. I’ve safely delivered kittens from that mating combination. Let’s just take a look see at how many kittens you’ve got in there.”
Winston laid down where he was told to on his side and allowed a thin sheet of clear plastic to be spread over his mid section. He watched as Dr. Phoenix ran a scanner over him and could see the images on the monitor as they came into view. Four tiny shapes appeared all clustered together. There were tiny legs and heads and tails. They were beautiful little things and squirmed a bit as the scanner pressed lightly. He could feel them as he watched them move inside him and fell in love. His kittens. They were his kittens.
A hand stroked softly over the top of his head between his ears. “No one is going to take those kittens away from you, I won’t let them,” PP whispered huskily. “They look wonderful your little kittens, even if it turns out they aren’t familiars.”
“They’re big, but not unusually so and they appear to be feline in makeup. I don’t see any problem with a natural birthing or need for intervention in the future but I want to keep on top of this so you’ll need to come in for frequent checkups, twice a week, especially as you probably only have a couple more weeks to go.” Dr. Phoenix smiled and nodded to PP.
“So, Winston huh,” the conversation started as they drove home. PP reached a hand over and stroked him from forehead back over to his nape until he reached the bag’s edge. “I can speed up the scrying into the past now that I know when you probably were given the potion and maybe we can also discover who the father of your kittens is. It doesn’t necessarily have to be the same malefactor who dosed you with the potion. Whoever it was, it’s your decision what you want to do with that knowledge though I will tell you that the individual who changed you will be facing severe repercussions from what they did. It’s one thing to have the consent of a test subject and have adequate oversight by a mentoring committee for the safety of that test subject and then there’s what was done to you. Lack of proper safe guards, oversight, and then to lose you and be unable to see to your welfare after the experiment is unpardonable.”
Winston yawned. He was tired and PP was on his soap box again, not that Winston didn’t agree but better to deal with what they could and wait until they knew more. For now he wanted a nap on a warm cuddly blanket, optimally spread over PP’s lap, and the occasional fingers scritching while papers were graded and young wizard lives made miserable with the inadequacy of not learning the concepts of the current magic correctly.