I do not own Shrek. This is rated PG-13 for Artie's language. Remember people, I'm not forcing you to read my stories, So if you disapprove of them, then simply don't read them; I'm not trying to start a controversy. I'm sorry that you don't like my stories, Violet Lily 101, but I don't consider my stories as "disgusting hijinks, cheap, graphic softcore , or as a mess, and it's not very polite to say such things. It may be sick-minded, but that isn't a crime. I kind of biffed the ending of my last story, but you know what they say! Endings are the hardest to write! Plus I was up until 3 in the morning writing it...Anyways...There will only be two chapters in this story, and I'll either get it out sometime later today, or tomorrow. This story takes place in the castle of Far Far Away. Enjoy the fic!
Artie really didn't know what to think, except that this was probably Donkey's fault
Artie really didn't know what to think, except that this was probably Donkey's fault.
He had woken up with fuzzy ears. Fuzzy ears. And a tail. Unless there was something people weren't telling him about puberty, something was definitely wrong.
Tumbling out of bed on unsteady legs that seemed to want to bend in the wrong direction, Artie crawled to his front door and tried to reach the handle. Apparently he had shrunk as well, because even stretching up on tip-toe wasn't getting him anywhere near the doorknob.
"Fuck," Artie muttered, but it ended up coming out more as a growl. He scratched ineffectively at the door.
"Let me out!"
As if obeying his commanded, the door suddenly swung back, hitting Artie in the nose. Immediately he darted away under the coffee table, tail lashing.
"Artie?" Called out Fiona "Are you in here"
Immediately, bounded out from underneath the table, heading straight for Fiona's legs.
"I didn't know Artie had a cat," Fiona mused, crouching.
Artie hissed swiping a claw in Fiona's direction. "I am the cat."
Except it came out sounding more like 'mrowr'.
Fiona giggled and reached down to scratch gently behind Artie's ears.
"I'm mostly a dog person," she explained, "but you are kind of cute."
Artie promptly bit Fiona's finger, drawing blood. He gained a certain amount of satisfaction watching her yelp and leap back. Unconcerned with the glare he was receiving, Artie calmly began licking his paw. It served Fiona right. He was certainly not cute.
"You're as surly as your owner," Fiona chided, quickly bandaging his bleeding finger with a scrap of cloth.
'No duh,' Artie snorted, ignoring his cousin.
"Well I've got something here that might make you more amiable..."
There was a rustling, and then something red and long and altogether enticing was dangling in front of Artie's face.
He tensed, trying to resist the urge to pounce on the piece of string, but then Fiona made it twitch in the air and Artie just couldn't help himself.
He batted at it. He swiped at it. He tried to gnaw it to death as soon as he got it between his teeth, and when Fiona jerked it out of his mouth he batted at it again.
"Curse you!" Artie cried, almost flipping completely over as the string was flicked just out of his reach. "Just...let it...land..."
The string was suddenly still and Artie pounced, catching it between his two paws and teething it viciously. He shook the now loose string in his mouth and lapped at it a few times in smug victory.
"Hah! I have defeated your string! What do you have to say for yourself now Fi—".
An amused laugh made Artie stop short. He looked up, slowly, and bristled.
He was in Fiona's lap.
Sputtering, Artie spit out the ragged string end and prepared to leap onto the floor, but he was stopped by a light hand on his back.
Artie growled warningly, but Fiona took no notice and began to pet him, stroking in long lines from the top of his head, to the tip of his tail.
Artie tried really hard not to arch into that hand. Really. He did.
"There now," Fiona crooned, rubbing just underneath Artie's chin in a spot that make Artie almost fall over himself trying to expose more of his neck. "Isn't that nicer?"
"Dammit...you can't just...unnn" Artie's mewls of protest soon turned to a contented purr and his legs folded under him, like they had turned to water.
"Good kitty," Fiona whispered, resuming his stroking Artie's fur until he drifted into an exhausted sleep, curled snugly on Fiona's lap.
"You know what?" Fiona continued, seeing his transformed student slip deeper into sleep, "I think I'll keep you like this a while longer. You're much easier to...handle this way."
Artie-kitty only purred in reply.
Well...the reviews in my other stories have been...interesting. I only wish they were a little nicer though. Please review.