Before reading I must inform you I don't own Cats, or any of that nonsense. I'm just simply having fun here.
Also, if you don't like the idea of creatures changing genders or a vague idea of homosexual type interests, then please hit the back button and save yourself the trouble.
And with that, please enjoy my FIRST Tugger/ Mistoffelees story!
Mistoffelees wasn't sure the day could get any worse; life was complicated enough as it was. Sure being the original conjuring cat made you special, but this was just ridiculous. Drink water too quickly, you get the hiccups. Okay, fine. Hiccup too hard and you turn into a queen. Not so fine. Plus the hiccupping had stopped, so this wasn't going to just fix itself.
This was unpleasant. Mistoffelees didn't feel right, he didn't smell right, and Everlasting Cat only knew he probably didn't sound right either. Then again, he might just sound normal now, what with his body matching some of his more feminine tendencies.
A rather heavy sigh escaped between his white lips; hopefully it would somehow wear-off before anything to awkward or embarrassing happened.
"Mistoffelees!" Wrong.
WONDRFUL! Was the only thing Mistoffelees could think of when he heard the voice his best friend. One Rum Tum Tugger and one Sexually Confused "Little Buddy" didn't sound like a recipe one should try in anything but theory. Too bad the curious cat didn't get the memo.
"What on earth were you doing in order to get that monstrosity of a bow around your neck?" Tugger asked once he was within a foot of the conjuror.
"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you." Was all Mistoffelees answered with. Now normally this would send Tugger into a childish sweep of pleas that would make his genetic longevity seem questionable. However, Mistoffelees was greeted with nothing but silence. Well, what was one to expect when a queen's voice came from your lips instead of ones usual deeper set tom-voice.
"I'm sorry Babe, no insult intended I just thought- "
"I know exactly what you thought Tugger. The problem is you thought right for once." Mistoffelees let out a sigh as he layed down in the alley. When he looked up he saw one of the rarest sights he'd ever seen in his short feline life. Not only was Tugger's eyebrow raised in confusion and surprise – nothing too surprising, for that was a look he wore often around the little tuxedo – but his mouth had also dropped to the ground.
"It's me Tugger, I'm "Mr. Mistoffelees, the original conjuring cat". Though one has to wonder as to whether it is "Mister" anymore…Oh do shut your mouth, it's obscene."
Tugger snapped his mouth so hard and so quickly Mistoffelees could hear his teeth click. After a few moments of awkward silence Tugger final ventured to ask the only question he could think of.
"What happened, Misto?" He asked rather shakily as he lay down in front of his long time friend. Sighing, Mistoffelees related his short, sad, and horrendously embarrassing tale.
"I drank water to quickly and gained the hiccups. While trying to stop them they just got worse and soon I was quaking along with the hiccups, created enough friction with the ground to cause static electricity – and you and I both know what happens when I do that – and suddenly there goes my now haywire magic, and now here I stand as a queen with an obnoxious bow around my neck, no hiccups to perhaps reverse the problem, and no ounce of courage to go find help. " Upon ending Mistoffelees put his head down on his outstreached paws and gave a grownd a mournful expression.
"Well at least you make one hot looking queen there "Mrs." Mistoffelees." At this Mistofelees lifted his, no her, head to see one snerky looking Rum Tum Tugger staring back.
"Fuck You!"
"Sure. Why not?"
Mistoffelees very quickly found herself cowering several feet away from Tugger, that even she was slightly amazed. It was then that both heard a distinct voice yelling their names just outside the alleyway.
AN:
So…the question now becomes whether or not anyone wants me to continue.