Chapter three: Mistofelees and Victoria

Victoria slunk in between some milk cartons. She was doing two things. One, the she was avoiding the tom she had abandoned tonight. She did feel a little bad, but Victoria's mother had always told her to follow her heart. And her heart was telling her to leave that marbled tom in the dust. Two, she was looking for the magician who had stolen her heart.

Then she saw a glimmer in the distance. At first, she thought the sun was rising, but then she saw the light swirl. The white light turned blue, then pink, then green and finally to gold. Then it exploded, into a shower of glittering stars.

"Okay Misto," Victoria grinned, batting her fur out of her eyes, "Where are you?"

Suddenly, a streak black leapt on top of her. Victoria wrestled Mistofelees off of her, laughing happily.

"Where have you been Misto?" she asked.

"Avoiding Plato," he admitted, "He is determined to make me pay for his bald spots."

Victoria giggled.

"His fur will grow back," she smiled, but a frown suddenly slipped onto her face "It will be pay back for every inch of my fur he touched."

"Hey, hey, hey," Mistofelees wrapped his arms around her, "Don't worry, he'll never have you again. Vicky we did it! I won! You're mine forever."

"Yes," Victoria felt her heart swell, "I've known from the beginning it would be you. Even when we were tiny kittens."

Mistofelees laughed.

"Yeah. We used to sneak off into the old toaster oven and I would practice my magic. You loved it."

"I still do," Victoria pawed at Mistofelees white chest, "Could you show me some more now?"

"Oh I don't know Vicky," Mistofelees pawed the ground and smirked, "I'm still rather tired from all the dancing this evening."

With a growl, Victoria yanked her tuxedoed tom to the ground of the Junkyard. She started licking his face, tracing each whisker individually. Her paws roamed across his chest. Mistofelees purred deeply.

"Are you convinced?" she purred, her tail wrapping around his leg.

"Yes," he squeaked.

Mistofelees clapped his paws and a rainbow of colors started cascading like rain upon them. The rain turned into a downpour, like walking under rickety scaffold. But for the first time in their lives, the two cats couldn't have been happier being colored like this. Victoria laughed as her snow-white coat was splattered fuchsia and aqua.

"This isn't permanent, is it," she asked.

"No," Mistofelees laughed, his body covered in streaks of bright yellow and deep crimson, "We'll be back to our original colors by the next sunset."

"Nice," Victoria chuckled, eyeing the real sun peeking out at them, "I won't be coming out of my den I guess."

"I think I like that idea," Mistofelees growled, nipping at Victoria's neck "That dance truly was the highlight of my night."

At that thought, Victoria's face fell.

"What is it?" Mistofelees asked, his dark blue eyes filled with concern.

"It's just that . . ." Victoria faltered, eyes suddenly watery, "I really wanted you to be my first-"

"Shh," Mistofelees pressed his paw against her lips, "Don't think about that. I really wish that you had been too, but at that point we had no control over the matter. But now, I want you to know, that I'm going to love you twice as much to make up for all the time we weren't together."

He licked her cheek and she felt her sorrows fade away. Mistofelees had a way of erasing every bad thought she had. He nuzzled her face and held her as tightly as he could. Victoria smiled and pressed herself against his body. Mistofelees shuddered and licked her underneath her collar. She whimpered and pulled back slightly.

"Shall we continue this in my den?" she whispered in his ear.

"No," Mistofelees smiled, "Our den."

"How could I forget?" Victoria smiled back, and they headed toward their den, the bright colors on their coats glowing in the sunrise.