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Wizard's Familiar: Part 1 A/N: This was a commission from a friend based off her characters. I meant to have it written in time for Halloween, but I was too busy to finish it in time. This is part 1 of 3 and it follows the journey of a young wizard (Corbin, 17) who gets a bit too proud of himself and drinks a potion against the wishes of his familiar Stella. The potion, to his horror, turns him into a small little kitten, presumably for a week! This story consists of: Transformation, nursing, bottle feeding, pet grooming, litter box usage, and humiliation. Corbin was seconds away from adding his final potion ingredient when a thunderous crash sounded through his chambers. Turning quickly, he was barely able to make out a smug ‘mrow’ from his familiar, Stella, as she jumped down from the remains of his shelf. He cursed the cat wildly, setting his ingredient down before rushing over. “You idiot cat!” He seethed. “These are loaners from the library! If Madam Walsh thinks I’ve damaged them she’ll never let me check out books again.” ‘Prrrrr’ Was the only response he gave as he started to inspect each book for damages and set them on his bed. He would have to rehang the shelf later. “You’re supposed to be an otherworldly guide to aid my magical journey.” He huffs in annoyance. “But you’re not acting very wise or noble.” In fact, if it weren’t for the fact that the cat was reportedly 25 years older than he, and still as spry as ever, he would have thought the council had made a mistake and assigned him just some regular stray rather than a familiar. But, Stella was a familiar. She had proven herself time and time again in Corbin’s studies. The books were no worse for wear, at least, from what he could see. So, he sat them down and turned back to his potion. Stella had jumped up onto his desk and stretched out casually as if she hadn’t almost cost him hours of research. As Corbin approached the cauldron, she gave a long, drawn-out yowl, her ears pinching back to further her point. Corbin merely rolled his eyes. This had been an argument between the two of them for weeks. “I’m making the potion, Stella. Now you can either help me or not, but I’m unlocking my magical potential with or without you.” He had found a potion recipe deep in the back of his Theoretical Brewery textbook a month before. The potion promised to boost the consumer's natural proclivities for magic in less than a day. It was listed as only recommended for Alpha-Tiered witches and wizards, but Corbin was familiar enough with its components that he felt he, a Beta-Tier, was able to brew it passably. Stella wholeheartedly disagreed with him. She felt he was better off asking a professor for help, or better yet, not taking any ‘shortcuts’. Corbin waved her off more than once. And it was with a final toss of the last ingredient that the potion turned a soft pink color. Bubbles popped all across the surface and even in the capped bottle he poured a dose into. It needed to cool for an hour before he was able to drink it, so he busied himself with refilling Stella’s water and food bowls. Her litter box was self-cleaning after every use thanks to magic so he didn’t have to worry about that. After all his upkeep chores were finished, he sat down in front of the vial of potion and stared at it until the last grains of sand from his hourglass trickled down. As he brought the lip of the vial to his mouth, he couldn’t help but hear a constant purr coming from Stella. Well, it was about time she came around. The potion was odd tasting. There was a hint of sweetness but no discernible notes other than that. It was a bit thinner in consistency to jelly, but Corbin forced it down quickly enough before he started to gag. Immediately, a warmth overtook his body. “Finally! I’ll finally reach my true magic potent-” Corbin was interrupted by a loud POOF and his entire field of vision went black. ~~~ A high-pitched noise filled the air around him and he tried thrashing, feeling the weight of something heavy, almost like gravity, holding him down. “There, there, little one,” A sweet voice approached him. “Hold still, I’ll get you out.” Corbin was unprepared as what was apparently his clothes was pulled away from his face, leaving him staring up into Stella’s heterochromic, calico eyes. “Stella!” He tried to call out but flinched as yet another high-pitched sound rang out. He could only watch as Stella leaned down, running her sandpapery tongue over his forehead a single time. “Hold still, kitten,” She warned. Suddenly, Corbin felt teeth latch onto the back of his neck and pull him up. Rather than fight, he found his entire body going limp. He expected it to hurt, but there was no accompanying pain. Still, he couldn’t help the motion sickness as he watched the world rush by. Stella didn’t stop until she found her way to her push bed and dropped him inside. Corbin was discombobulated at the sudden fall and had no time to right himself before the same tongue started to groom what he could only assume was a kitten's body. “Oh my aether! Stella, what happened?! How could this happen!” He cried, trying hard to escape her grooming tongue. “Well, I tried to warn you, kitten, but you didn’t want to listen! That potion was meant for much more experienced wizards than you.” Stella lectured, and Corbin almost preferred the grooming. “I need to get help. I have to change back!” “You will,” She assured. “It’ll only take a week. Now sit still and let me finish cleaning you if you’re going to be on my bed.” The room filled with frantic mewls of panic as Corbin’s grooming continued. He tried to push her away with his now fuzzy orange paws, but she was so much larger than he was in this form. “I can’t be a kitten for a week! I have classes!” “Should have thought about that before you brewed a potion you weren’t ready for.” Feeling like his plea had fallen on deaf ears, Corbin tried to escape the confines of the plush bed. “I can’t do this. I need to go get help.” His fuzzy little body rolled off the edge of the bed, landing on the cold mat. He shook it off and started to wobbly make his way to the door, but each step seemed harder and harder. Eventually, he slumped against the cold wood and meowed as loud as possible. Usually, the door would just open for him, but it seemed everything was working against him. Hearing no approaching footsteps, he meowed louder. No answer. Poor little Corbin continued calling out until eventually, his meows were little more than croaks. Exhaustion sunk into every bone in his tiny body and he collapsed to the floor. Somehow, however, he knew he had only been meowing for less than an hour. Meanwhile, Stella lounged on her plush bed, grooming her own paws, and kneading the fluff of the bed in exactly the right way she liked it to be. At this point, Corbin just wanted to sleep it all away. But while he had made the quest to the door, going all the way back seemed just too tiresome. “Stella.” He called out, and her ears twitched, but that was the only reaction. “Stellaaaa!” “Yes, kitten?” She answered monotonously. “I’m tired…please help me.” He caved in. “Help you? Oh but I’m just your silly captor. Just a senile old cat that doesn’t know anything about magic or feline biology.” She drawled, making no move to come to retrieve him. “How can I ever help the great and powerful Corbin? He’s so powerful he doesn’t need a familiar.” Corbin gave a sad mewl, chin resting against the cold hardwood floor. “I’m sorry. Please, Stella. It’s cold here.” Stella gave a long purr of a sigh, but got out of her bed. She strutted over, barely stopping to dip down and grab him by the scruff of his neck and carry him back to the bed. Immediately, she started to groom him again. This time, he stayed still. Her movements were helping warm his tiny body back up from the journey, pushing sleep into his subconscious. “Get some rest,” She suggested. “You’ll be famished when you wake up.” “Hmph…Goodnight, Stella.” A pleasantly comforting purr radiated across the bedding. “Goodnight, little kitten.”