hello my dear readers, Foamy has returned! I'm sorry this chapter took so long, I had a crises of faith in my writing when there was yet another question about there being lemon in this story.

Now, this was answered in an earlier chapter; no, there won't be any lemon, this is a family story. The problem with that answer I gave is that, after a quite bit of looking over my notes, this story could quite easily and reasonably transition into an M rating. I'm sure you've all noticed the slow increase in abrasive language and sexual tension going on. After reviewing my stuff, I have to say that those things were planned to steadily increase as the story goes on. But at the same time, I don't truly want to abandon how things are. So I made a decision.

I'm going to give you all the power to decide, via a choice set up.

Choice A: Continue as is, keep it clean and fluffy.

Choice B: Gradually increase as was originally planned and change the rating to M when the time is right.

Choice C: Find a good stopping point and end this story, continuing it in another story under the M rating.

Choice D: I make a separate story-type thing that is exclusively for lemon scenes.

I am aware that I'm not supposed to do things like this, but my phone doesn't load things right half the time, so I can't make a poll on my page. You can either PM me with your choice or leave it in your review. Within a couple of chapters I'll tally up the numbers and choose the most popular option as our new route.

I'm sorry this chapter took so long to come out, but I had to put serious thought into it. I promise you'll enjoy this chapter thought. Read and review please!


-iiiiiiit!

Raven's "tail" flickered to the side, her eyes locked on Garfield. The changeling was frozen in place, every preyed upon creature in him demanding that he not move until the predator had lost interest.

Minutes passed in silence between them before Raven's eyes dilated back to normal and her body relaxed. Garfield let out a relieved sigh as the empath snuggled her head back into the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply.

Garfield tilted his head slightly, wondering how Raven, of all people, let something like this overpower her. She was all about control, it was her thing, probably the thing she was best at. Over the years he had watched her minutely control her magic to reconstruct an entire collapsed building, weave streams of magic together to reach into the past, fight multiple people at once, and absorb the knowledge from a dozen books at once.

How had this happened?

And how the heck was she purring?!

He peered down at her head, tucked up against him. Remembering that he had a part of her empathic ability, he focused on the girl cuddling him. She was content and happy, which was good. That meant he had time to think.

Which was really hard to do with her body pressed against him.

Uh, um, kittens, puppies, milkshakes-no, bad idea, car tires, motor oil, trees, mountains, marshmallows, crap, worse idea. He thought frantically, trying his damnedest to not think about the soft and squishy girl laying on him.

The sudden sound of chains shaking distracted him. He raised his head a bit and looked around. Where the heck was that coming from? Raven shifted and brought her lips up to his neck. Garfield stiffened as she started kissing it slowly. His skin crawling with goosebumps at her tender touch. He shifted his gaze at Raven, tilting his head towards her to look at her. It wasn't a good angle, but he could just barely see her half shut eyes were a bit glazed over. She shifted again, pressing against him as her purr deepened. He had no idea where that sound or the increasingly disturbing rattling chain sounds were coming from, but he was starting to get really worried.

Suddenly she was looming over him, her breath coming in ragged and short gasps as her eyes alternated between her natural orbs and the animalistic form. Garfield wasn't certain why her eyes were doing that, but he suspected it had something to do with her powers reacting to the borrowed instincts. Whatever was going on with her, she appeared to be fighting it, seeing as the rattling chain sound would randomly become muffled.

"Raven?" He asked tentatively. Her eyes glazed over and focused on him, her scent changing into something very attractive. A little drool fell from her mouth onto his chest, alerting the boy to Raven's loss of control. Judging from the scent she was emitting and the very suggestive feeling he got from her, he knew exactly what was going on with her right now.

Which was exactly why he needed to get the hell away from her.

Without warning he shifted into a mouse, scurrying off the bed as quickly as possible. He took a flying leap down to the floor, shifting back to himself and whipping around. Raven was glaring at him from between the rails on the top bunk, her eyes slitted once more, ethereal tail twitching and ethereal ears erect. As dangerous as this was, it was far less dangerous than the repercussions of letting Raven follow through with the previous instincts. Besides, something like that is for way later in their relationship.

Okay, now I gotta find the others. One of them has to be able to help. He thought as he shifted into a rabbit after hitting the door switch. He bolted through the door and looked back to find an ethereal claw descending upon him. With a squeak he shot off to the right and the claw ripped into the floor, leaving deep gouges in the steel. Garfield's eyes widened upon seeing this, coming to the conclusion that he was full of bad ideas this morning.

Raven came racing through the door at this point, a growl in her throat as she snapped towards him. There were ethereal claws encompassing her hands and her tail flickered constantly. Rabbit-Garfield squeaked again and took off. Raven was right on his heels, but she was flying. Garfield groaned to himself as the distance between them rapidly shrunk.

Taking a chance, he shot off towards the nearest bathroom. The door, being a motion detector when unoccupied, opened for him. He ran inside, hopped up onto the toilet, then shifted into a flea to jump inside the airvent. Once inside, he changed into a centipede. He figured she wouldn't look for him here-

CRASH! RIIIIP!

Garfield nearly crapped himself when a black claw ripped straight thought the metal vent, shredding it with an ease that would have frightened a normal person to death. The changeling scurried down the vent as quickly as he could, feeling the rumble of the metal around him as Raven tried to force her way in.

When he heard a snarl of frustration he looked back to find Raven was stuck in the entrance.

Thank God for her big boobs. He chuckled to himself as he sped away. Another claw came racing through the vent, slashing the metal, but he took a turn and avoided it all together.

After a time he shifted back into a mouse, sitting up and listening. Raven's growling had stopped yet her scent was still strong. She had to still be there.

He was right, of course.

She phased up through the vent right in front of him, though she was looking away. He immediately shifted to a jumping spider and leapt up the vent wall to the ceiling. Raven's head turned, looking this way and that, her slit eyes glowing violet in the sparse light from a nearby vent. Garfield shrunk down into a flea and waited with bated breath for her to move on.

Moments later she sunk back into the ceiling she was floating through, leaving the frightened changeling alone in the air shaft.

Better stay small. Garfield thought to himself as he shifted to a gnat and took off once more.

Within minutes he had reached the vent to the common room. He shifted to a small lizard and stuck his head through an opening, peering about and tasting the air for his…whatever Raven was right now. She hadn't been there today, her scent was too weak. Cyborg was the only one in the room, humming to himself as he cooked breakfast.

Carefully, he squeezed through the vent hole and dropped down, shifting into a sparrow and landing next to his friend.

"Dude! I need your help-" He started to say, only for Cyborg to shout in surprise and jump back, brandishing his spatula as a weapon.

"Damnit BB!" Cy shouted. "What did I tell you about sneaking up on me while I was cooking?!"

"Dude, chill!" Beast Boy clamped his hand over his friends mouth and waited. His ears swiveled, searching for indication that Raven heard them. When he couldn't detect her, he started explaining to Cy about what Raven did at the convention and what the connection did to each of them.

"Okaaay…" Cyborg said uneasily. "And that has to deal with you scaring me because…?"

"Raven forgot to disconnect us!" Beast Boy replied, eyeballing the cooked bacon on the counter. Maybe Raven hadn't smelt it yet. "So the animal instincts are overwhelming her right now and making her act…weird."

Cyborg, who was thinking of Raven's bizarre attitude yesterday, nodded. "Yeah, I get what you're saying. What did she do this morning?"

Beast Boy started blushing and stammering. "U-uh, w-w-well, when I woke up, s-she was…in my bed."

Cyborg's curious stare turned into a deadly glare in an instant. "You better not have-"

Beast Boy threw his hands in the air. "Not a thing, I swear on the game station!"

Cy glared at him a second longer before nodding. "Good. I'd hate to have to break yer fingers for messing with Rae while she's all…wonky."

The changeling's ears drooped. "You think I'd do something like that dude?"

"No." Cy said, shaking his head. "But as her big bro, it's an obligatory threat."

Beast Boy shrugged. "Yeah, okay, fine, whatever. Look, we need to…"

Cy looked at his buddy, who had trailed off looking at the door. The changeling had paled to a lime green.

"She's mad and hungry." He whispered before looking at his cybernetic friend. "Dude, you gotta hide me!"

Cyborg stared at him for a moment before nodding. "I got ya bro."

Beast Boy was picked up by the scruff of his neck and pushed into an upper cabinet. He only had time for a strangled cry as Cyborg attempted to shove him all the way in.

"What the heck are you doing?!"

"Hiding you in here!" Cyborg said with a faint grin. When it became obvious the changeling wouldn't fut, Cy shook his head and pulled him out. "No no no, in here!"

Beast Boy was yanked over to the fridge, where his friend whipped the door open, pushed the shelves down and spilling the miniscule amount of food in there and then shoved the green boy into the refrigerator. It was quite cramped in there and Cyborg realized it wasn't going to work either when Beast Boys feet stuck out the door frame.

"Hm, not there either." Cy mused, tapping his chin. "What about-"

"Do I look like a freaking Looney Toon to you?!" Beast Boy growled.

"Well, if you must know-"

"Shut it!" The changeling snapped as he extracted himself from the appliance. Brushing off something blue and leafy, he started for the eastern door. "Come on, we gotta find Rob!"

Cyborg took off after him, his breakfast forgotten.

"Where's he at?" Beast Boy panted as they ran down the hall.

"Training room, four floors down."

"The one with the indoor track? What's he doing there this early?"

"I'm guessing jogging, but Star's in there too."

"Aw, dude, I don't wanna walk in on them doing it!"

Cy shook his head, his thundering feet beating out a steady rhythm as they ran. "Nah, she's just watching him jog. She looks kinda bored, to be honest."

"Gee, I wonder why?" Beast Boy huffed as he slowed to a stop. They weren't far from the only elevator in the entire building, not that it would keep them safe from Raven. Cy slowed to a stop next to him and leaned onto a door that led to a small storage room. They generally kept cleaning supplies in this one since it was on the same floor as the common room.

"Maaaan, I left my bacon behind for this?" Cyborg whined.

"Yes, you left your murdered animal strips behind to help me find a way to snap Raven out of this." Beast Boy rolled his eyes. Sometime he wondered how Cy could think about food all the time.

Said cybernetic man was staring at the door he was leaning on, his nostrils flaring. Garfield, confused, inhaled deeply. He smelled…bacon?

"Don't do it dude." He warned.

"It's just a storage closet, BB, it won't hurt anything to look inside!" Cy snapped.

"Dude, think about how much weird crap we've seen!"

Cy paused, his hand on the knob. He stood there thoughtfully for a moment before shrugging. "If it was Raven, she would have caught up us by now. Chances are she's in the living room eating my Bacon."

"Dude just because you smell bacon here it makes it safe?!"

Cy frowned. "Settle down, BB. I'm just looking. It could be an old bacon scented candle. Nobodies opened this in a while, ya know."

"I'm telling you dude, don't-"

"Oh, hush bro! This ain't a horror movie!" Cy snapped again.

Beast Boy took more than a few steps back as Cyborg opened the door. His friend peered into the room.

"Huh. Where's all the cleaning stuff? No paper towels, no mops and buckets, no soap…" Cy said, stepping back and scratching his head. "Its just a big, empty dark room."

"Then where is the bacon smell coming from?" Garfield asked.

Cy frowned and peered into the room once more. "Not sure, let me…oh, heck yeah!"

Garfield watched his friend dart into the room, causing himself to run over to peer inside. Cyborg was standing at the back of the room, chowing down on the plate of bacon he had left behind.

"Dude!" The changeling hissed. "What are you doing?!"

"Eatin', what's it look like?" Cy replied through a mouthful of crispy bacon deliciousness.

"Get out of there before-"

Click.

The room suddenly went pitch black as the door swung shut. Cyborg whipped around towards it only to find himself eye to eye with a pair of violet feline eyes.

"Clever girl." He muttered before the darkness swallowed him up.

Outside, Garfield stared at the door in horror. He hadn't even looked at it and it had shut on its own. Raven must have been much closer than he thought. Maybe she was staying phased through the walls? How could he run from-

The door moved a miniscule amount and he bolted from the spot, elevator forgotten.

He ran, taking each corner he was closest to as he reached the end of each hallway. Soon enough, he didn't have the slightest idea of where he was at, but he didn't stop running. He had to stay away from Raven until she could snap out of it. If she did something to trigger his carefully suppressed instincts, there would be soooo much trouble afterwards.

When he reached the point where he had to rest, he stumbled to a stop. That was a bad sign since he could run the longest out of all the Titans in the tower. He leaned against the wall, trying to remember the layout of this floor. If he was where he thought he was, the staircase was around the next corner. His breath mostly returned, he jogged to the end of the hallway and took a right.

Only to find his bedroom door staring at him halfway down the corridor.

What the heck? He thought to himself. I'm on the other side of this floor from the stairs!

With a sigh of exasperation at his own ineptitude, he turned away, pausing only when he heard the door open. He glanced over his shoulder to find Emelia sleepily stumbling from the room, Mr. Spooky dragging behind her as she held his off duty phone to her ear. Garfield could hear Rose even from this distance.

"Oh my goodness, I'm sorry Emmy! I didn't know you were still asleep, I thought your dad had his phone!"

"Ish okay miss Rose." Emmy mumbled. "Gotta pee."

"Can you give your daddy the phone?"

Emmy looked up at her father, who had just jogged up. Wordlessly she handed him the phone and stumbled past him. He immediately held it up to his ear. "Rose? Kinda early for a call, ain't it?"

"Dude, it's like, nine thirty something."

"Oh." He said, pausing to look around. All clear. "What's up?"

"Okay, I know this is a little random, but it's supposed to be raining crazy bad all day tomorrow and I was wondering if-"

"Huh?" Said a voice.

Garfield turned around and looked in the direction his daughter went to find the little girl staring up at a colossal ethereal cat. It was pitch black with four glowing red eyes and a deep growl rumbled from it. Deep, blood red stripes criss-crossed its body like scars from fights and some sort of liquid darkness dripped from its snarling, fang filled mouth. Where it had come from, he didn't know. But it was so angry with him right now that he knew he was in deep trouble.

He hardly noticed the phone starting to slip from his fingers.

"I'm gonna have to call you back." He said weakly.

"Huh? Oh wait, is Raven mad at you or something?"

The ethereal beast took a step towards him and Garfield could physically feel the hunger pour off of it.

"She's gonna eat me." He whimpered.

"Uhhhh….I'm preeeetttyy sure it's the other way around, BB."

Raven took another step forward. He whimpered again, paralyzed in her gaze. "She's coming."

"Okay, look, I don't know what kind of kinky crap you two are up to, but if you're going to keep me on the phone for it at least let me get my vibra-"

Whatever Rose was saying was cut off when a streak of shadows shot out of Raven's cat form and struck the phone. It disintegrated in Garfield's grasp, not that he noticed. He eyes were locked on Raven's, unable to break the visual connection with her. So many animals in him were screeching in fear, seeing as he had fallen into the visual entrapment some predators used. All he could do was stare back and wait for her to-

"Mommy?"

Cat-Raven broke eye contact with Garfield, looking down at the little girl below her. Emmy looked so very confused right now, which only increased when Raven reached down and picked her up by the back of her shirt. Emelia dangled from her mothers ethereal jaws as the demoness cat thing turned and walked away.

As a shaky Garfield finally regained his senses, he heard Emmy say huh? Once more before they went around the corner in the distance. Garfield guessed Raven's maternal instincts kicked in and she was taking Emelia to the bathroom. As much as he hated to leave his daughter with her unstable mother, he knew Raven wouldn't hurt the girl.

He shot off once more, deciding to take the stairwell once more. Now that he knew where he was, it was a much shorter trip there. He kinda regretted picking the room he did all those years ago, but it was a reasonable thought at the time to be as far away from the stairs as possible. Now he was cursing his laziness.

As he burst through the stairway door, he decided to take the shortcut by simply jumping over the railing. He dropped one, two, three floors before shifting into a hawk and gliding to the last he was going to. The training room was several halls away, so he took off running once again.

If he was lucky, Robin and Starfire hadn't decided to get their freak on while he was running for his life.


For once, Garfield's luck held up. They were both there, clothed, and quite surprised to see him this early.

And very shocked to hear his story.

"So…you've been running from Raven all morning?" Robin said slowly, trying to process what he had been told.

"Yeah dude, did you not listen to what I said?" Beast Boy said, exasperated.

Robin shook his head. "No, I heard everything. But you didn't say why you were running from Raven."

The changeling flinched. He had deliberately left that part out and had hoped his team leader wouldn't notice. No such luck.

"W-well…" He said unsurely. "Uh…let's just say she was being rather friendly and my animal instincts were warning me and I kinda just…panicked."

"Define rather friendly." Robin said on a voice that wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Uhhh…" Beast Boy struggled to find the right words, the ones that wouldn't get him in trouble. "When I woke up…she was cuddling me."

Robin raised an eyebrow. "And that's bad because…?"

Beast Boy hesitated. "Because…pheromones."

The boy wonder's face blanked for a second before he uttered a small "oh.". He frowned immediately after, raising his hand to stroke his chin in thought. "That's not good."

"Nope."

"Please, friend Beast Boy, what do you mean by pheromones?" Starfire asked, slightly confused. "Is that not how many creatures communicate?"

"It is, Star, but…" The changeling faltered, looking at his team leader for assistance.

"For someone not used to their body processing pheromones like that, it can be overwhelming." Robin said to his beloved. "I'm going to go out on a limb and say that the pheromones Beast Boy naturally emits were very …attractive… to Raven and it made her rather… friendly."

Starfire raised an eyebrow. "But is that not a good thing? Both wish to be closer to the other, do they not?"

"I'll explain it better later, Star. I promise." Robin grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently. "Right now we need to find a way to hide Beast Boy until Raven calms down."

"Why would we need to hide him?" The alien princess asked. "If friend Raven wishes to do the cuddling, but friend Beast Boy does not wish to cuddle so closely, should they not just cuddle on the couch? This is our friend Raven we are speaking of, she is not the type for the public displays of affection."

Both boys stared at her, neither believing that they hadn't thought of that. Starfire rolled her neon green eyes, an almost perfect mimicry of the unstable empath.

"You Earthling's make simple things so complicated. On my world, your actions would be called rektja'aas, the foolish actions of an ignorant male." She scolded. "Friend Raven wants to spend time with you, Beast Boy, and you ran away from her!"

Beast Boy's jaw was on the floor, but Starfire wasn't done with him yet.

"You will go to the common room this instant and wait for friend Raven there! And when she gets there, you will do whatever she wants until she has returned to her senses!" The alien princess ordered him, her commanding tone making even Robin stand up straighter.

"But Star…" The changeling protested weakly.

"There will be no butting for you!" Starfire scolded him. She then paused in thought. "Unless friend Raven wishes for you to rub her bottom. Then there will be butts."

Beast Boy didn't know if he should laugh or cry, so he slunk out of the room. Robin, on the other hand, was looking at his girl in awe.

"Starfire, that was awesome." He said proudly.

Starfire smiled before giving him a look. "Do you know what would be ever more of the awesome, beloved?"

Robin grinned and wrapped his arms around her. "Your wish is my command, my queen."


Maaaaaan, I hope Star was right about this. Beast Boy thought to himself as he stood outside the common room. It hadn't taken long to get back here considering that he had taken the elevator this time, but he'd seen neither hide nor hair of Raven or Cyborg. He was very much aware that he was being stalked, though. Why Raven hadn't jumped him yet was beyond him, but he wasn't going to complain.

He took a deep breath and concentrated for a moment, using his borrowed empathy to locate Raven. He couldn't pinpoint her exact location, but he could tell she was more hungry than anything. It seemed that the encounter with Emelia had calmed the irate empath to a degree, which was a good thing.

Garfield released his held breath and stepped through the door. Maybe if he cooked her some breakfast, she would snap out of it.

It was a faaaar stretch, but it was a little better than doing nothing.

He went straight to the kitchen and started rummaging through the cabinets. Cy's bacon was gone, obviously, so he had to pick something else. He pushed aside a box of cereal (which he figured Raven wouldn't even look at) and found a unopened box of waffle mix.

"Sweet lick." He grinned as he took it down and checked the expiration date. Still good. He then proceeded to get out a few measuring cups, bowls, and utensils. Within minutes he had enough waffle mix ready to feed the whole team. As he poured several sets of mix into Cyborg's Wafflemaster 3000, he had a thought.

What if I made her some bacon too?

Unfortunately, there wasn't any more bacon. Cyborg had literally cooked and eaten it all. With a sigh, the changeling started to close the refrigerator door (he didn't bother cleaning the mess from earlier), only for the scent of meat to cone wafting up from the bottom of the fridge. He reaches in and shoved some things aside to find a pack of garlic bologna.

Close enough, right?

More than a little grossed out at touching meat, Garfield pulled out several slices and set them on a plate with the intentions to fry them. The wafflemaker dinged, alerting him to the finished food, so he rinsed his hands real quick and carefully pulled the waffles onto another plate. There were three altogether and he set them, along with a bottle of honey flavored syrup, onto the counter were everyone ate at.

As soon as he turned around to the stove, he felt a presence behind him. It wasn't hostile, just curious and hungry. Garfield pretended to be busy doing nothing just to see what Raven would do. When no sound came forth from the empath, he grabbed a clean spatula and held it up as if he were inspecting it.

In the reflection he saw the top of Raven's head, from the eyes up, peeking over the counter. The feline ears had rounded at the edges and widened a bit, almost rodent-like now, and her eyes were no longer feline. She looked back and forth at him a few times before a hand eased up over the counter and slowly made its way to the waffles. It barely grabbed the edge of the plate and sloooooowly drug the plate towards the violet haired girl. When it was close enough to the edge she let go of it, snatched up a waffle, and ducked behind the counter. Garfield stifled a chuckle when he heard munching sounds, not unlike a mouse eating a cracker.

By the time he had finished frying the bologna, there were no waffle left. Raven had eaten them all dry, no syrup at all. He set the meat back on its plate and put it onto the same counter the deceased waffles had sat upon. This time, however, he was greeted by the top half of Raven's head. The ears had grown in length, the width had shrunk, and they were floppy. The accompanying thump thump thump of Raven's "tail" was a dead giveaway for a canine.

For the love of God, please don't bark. He thought as he slid the new plate towards her and took the old one. I might die laughing.

Fortunately, she didn't bark. What she did do was lean up, snatch a piece of fried bologna off the plate with her teeth, and then duck back behind the counter to eat it nosily.

I hope she's not eating that off the floor. Garfield thought to himself as he made himself some food. The smell of meat on his hands turned his stomach, so he wasn't all that hungry. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich with banana slices was light enough to hold him over for a while.

He ate in silence, pondering where everyone else was as he watched Raven eat, then "change" back into a cat to clean her face. Her impression was remarkably accurate, which made him wonder how she was doing mentally. Her emotional state was steady and content, which was good. Now he had to figure out how to trigger her mind.

Maaaan, all this serious thinking stuff gives me a headache. He thought to himself, rubbing his head. No, wait, that's just me trying to avoid being serious. He sighed. If idda known this was gonna happen I wouldn't have offered it. But then again…I did have a lot of fun with Rae at the convention. I didn't think she'd enjoy herself either. Shows how much I know about her, huh? Guess I need to put more effort onto understanding her, like this sensual connection…heh. That sounded wrong.

Thinking that the couch might be a better place to think, the changeling walked over and plopped down. He had to think of some way to snap Raven out of it. A cup of tea? Books? Emmy? No, wait, tried that, didn't work. Where the heck was Emmy anyways?

He sighed again and ran his hand down his face. This was going nowhere. What he needed was someone who could do magic like Raven so they could find out how undo this. Jinx came to mind first, so he reached for his communicator.

Which was in his room.

Smooth move, xlax. He scolded himself.

His self directed irritation didn't last very long when he noticed Raven peeking up over the back of the couch, her eyes filled with curiosity, her cat eats erect. Garfield chuckled to himself. Of all the creatures in the animal kingdom, Raven impersonated a cat. Go figure.

"But why a cat?" He mused out loud. "Cats are mean, grumpy, aloof, solitary, and and and…and I think I just answered my own question."

He sighed again and covered his face. Weird stuff was supposed to happen to him, not to her. That was his whole schtick, he was the funny guy. Instead, this had happened to the no nonsense, super smart girl who…was currently laying across the back of the couch watching him.

Garfield cracked his fingers open slightly to peer at the unstable empath. She was definitely laying across the back of the couch, head in arms, 'tail' occasionally twitching, and watching him intently.

She got closer when she thought I wasn't watching? He thought to himself. I wonder…

Garfield shifted his laying position a bit, leaving himself open for anything but keeping his face covered. Sure enough, within minutes he felt Raven's small hand reach down and gently paw his stomach. When he didn't react, she pawed it again. He still didn't move. She then pawed his chest, to which he refused to budge even then.

It was slow at first, the weight she put on the hand on his chest. It increased more and more as she slowly lowered herself onto him, starting with her upper body and gradually easing her lower body down onto his. It was difficult to keep his breathing steady while she did this, but Garfield managed. No sense in scaring her off now. Within minutes she was curled up on top of him, her head only a few inches from his chin. Ever so slowly he reached his free hand up and placed it on her head. She tensed up, but began to relax as he gently pet her head. Within minutes she was softly purring once more.

Is this what it feels like when I turn into a cat and lay in Star's lap? He thought to himself. Weird.

He had paused his petting upon this revelation, causing Raven to headbutt his hand for him to continue. He chuckled and resumed his movement.

They lay there for some time, but for how long Garfield didn't know. All he knew was that Raven was laying on him, thoroughly enjoying the attention she was getting. The petting had lengthened from the top of her head down to the small of her back, which caused her to emit a soft cat-like noise of enjoyment. She also made these sounds when he scratched behind her ears, which also deepened her purring. It got to the point where she snuggled up closer to him and began to headbutt him gently, rubbing her head against his chin as she purred.

As a person who could turn into a cat, he knew this was the ultimate sign of affection a human could get from such an animal. As bizarre as the situation was, he couldn't help but to fill with joy and happiness.

And then the common room door opened.

Raven immediately shot up, straddling his waist as she peered over the back of the couch. Garfield immediately gulped. This position was suggestive, especially with the new view of Raven's enticing body. When she made the noise Garfield recognized as 'come here', his inappropriate thoughts disappeared. He sat up (making a point to not press himself against her) and found Emelia standing in the doorway looking very confused. Mr. Spooky was in her arms. Raven made the noise again and Emmy's face screwed up in confusion even more.

"Huh?" She said.

"She wants you to come here." Garfield explained to her, certain the little girl could hear him from the other side of the room.

"What's wrong with mommy?" Emmy asked, eyeing her mother, who had made the sound again.

"Remember when mommy connected us at the convention?" Her father asked, to which the girl nodded. "Well, your mother forgot to disconnect us. So she thinks she a cat right now and that you're her kitten."

Emelia stared at them for a moment before turning around. "Right. Have fun with that, daddy. I'm going back to bed."

Raven made the sound, but it sounded irritated this time. Garfield frowned and called out to his daughter. "Emelia Annabelle Logan! Your mother called you and you will come here!"

Emmy stopped, her shoulders slumping. "But daaadddyyy, I'm sleepy!" She whined.

"You're not a sloth, you don't need to sleep all day!" He scolded her. Then he almost laughed when he realized he was fussing about someone else sleeping all day.

Raven made the noise once more and Emelia turned back around and slowly made her way to her parents. When she got there Garfield shifted one arm into a tentacle and wrapped it around her, lifting her up into her mothers waiting arms. Garfield lay back down, watching Raven inspect the child now sitting on his stomach.

The look of horror on Emelia's face when Raven started licking her head and patting her hair down was too much for Garfield this time, and he burst out laughing.

"Daddy, what is she doing?!" Emmy cried.

"Bathing you!" The changeling laughed.

"I wanna go back to sleep!"


A/N: rektja'aas= reckt ya ass.

Roflmao