I'll probably end up posting two a day until I catch up with everything I've written, depending on how fast I edit.
/post/69639530253/ : Madoka found a video of a cat wearing socks and wants to try it with Amy
"Have you ever seen videos of cats wearing socks?" Madoka approached Homura with this question, suspiciously holding Amy with a bundle of socks wadded up and tucked under her arm.
"I don't think cats like that very much." Amy had caused her enough trouble in the past timelines that she thought putting socks on her was nothing compared to the amount of times Madoka contracted for her sake. She couldn't think of a reason it wouldn't be anything but harmless fun.
"But it's so cute. I don't think she'll be too mad." Amy didn't struggle against her as she sat on the edge of her bed and held her against her lap.
It was true that Amy was docile, but she had shown the slightest unpredictable streak. The cat resting quietly in Madoka's lap while they discussed ways to torment her didn't seem the type to run into traffic, either. She still had all her claws, and this sounded like something that would convince her to use them.
"Alright, I'll help." Madoka wasn't about to abandon the idea, and she wasn't about to sit back and watch her struggle to dodge angry cat claws. She swore she would protect her, and that counted for both Kyubey and the pointy ends of an irritated kitten.
Madoka smiled and lifted Amy, pulling out one paw that was tucked under her body. "Hold her arm out for me, I'll slide the sock on." Amy tried to take it back, uncomfortable but not thrashing about yet. The sock touched it and she twitched to swat it away, but Madoka easily pushed it all the way up to her elbow.
"See? She doesn't mind." Homura let Amy bring her paw close to her body, and she glared, but let Madoka take the next one.
"She looks upset." Amy's tail flicked back and forth and her ears turned out as Madoka fitted the next one over her arm.
"This will be worth it," Madoka promised as Amy swung her paw upwards. The sock flew off, landing on the floor.
"She's going to scratch you." Amy directed her glare at Madoka as she picked the sock up, Homura holding her paw firmly so she couldn't swipe at her.
"It's fine, she's just a cat." The sock stayed on her arm this time, and Madoka flipped her onto her back to access her hind legs.
Homura held her down while Madoka maneuvered another one over her claws and onto her leg as she kicked. Amy started grumbling and squeaked at them as she arched her back and tried to roll over. Homura picked her up off of Madoka's lap and held her close to her chest to stop her flailing.
"I think three is enough, put her down." Madoka wiped fur off her skirt as she stood and took her phone out, camera at the ready.
Homura expected her to fight, but Amy was still all the way down until she reached the ground. She took long steps, as far as her small legs would reach, and each paw shook when she raised it. Her one bare foot moved quickly, giving her a sort of limp.
Madoka laughed next to her, taking a series of pictures as Amy sulked her way to hide under the desk, laying down and kicking her legs until she worked each one off. "I told you it'd be fun."
"Yeah, you did." She was more concerned with making sure Madoka wasn't going to get pounced awake out of angered kitten retribution in the middle of the night, but this was nice. It was such a small thing, and it was over as quickly as it started, but Madoka was happy and smiling next to her.
"You need to relax more, you always look paranoid. What could happen here?" Madoka finished taking pictures of the grumpy Amy to talk to her.
"Probably nothing. It's just…habit." She hadn't told her about the timelines yet, and had no intention of it.
"Is being a magical girl really that hard? I've never seen you relaxed, even here." Madoka tilted her head to the side slightly.
"It can be." The worse she made it seem, the more likely it was that Madoka would hesitate to become a magical girl herself when faced with the decision.
"I wish you didn't have to go through whatever is that hard. But you're safe at my house, you don't have to be so alert all the time." She rested her hand on top of hers and smiled.
"Ah…." Homura looked back at Amy, who had forgotten about the socks scattered around her and was licking her belly clean. "Thanks."