Yup. I’m doing it. So I’m still waiting for someone to chop off my hands.
Two months since he was mysteriously transformed into a cat by the Avatar herself. He wasn’t sure how she pulled it off, or if there was a way to reverse it, but he was quite satisfied, curled upon her soft mattress.
At first, he thought of many ways of escaping, to find a way to reverse the curse and return to his army, but when the Avatar began to spoil him rotten, he remained by her side. She was just his servant woman, nothing more. What more could he want?
A rough calloused hand pushed him away, and he hissed at the offending gesture, and he rolled his eyes when he realized who it was. Of course, it was that Firebender fellow, whom he hated with a fiery passion. He glared at him ferally as he pressed the Avatar upon the mattress, his fingers digging into the hem of her shirt.
“M-Mako, I don’t think we should be doing this. AmonKitty is looking at us.” She whispered to him, eyes narrowing.
“Pfft, who cares. Let him watch, I don’t care.” He grunted, kissing her sloppily. Amon stared at him in disgust. Couldn’t even kiss the Avatar properly. Had he been the one doing the deed, he would be gentle, take his time to explore-
He shook his head. What was he thinking? Kissing the Avatar? It was probably being a cat that was messing with his thoughts.
The firebender was relentless against her, shoving her legs apart as he shoved his pants down to his knees, the Avatar’s face contorting with confusion and revulsion?
Amon had quite enough of this. Anger and something akin to jealousy bubbled deep within him, and then he lunged at the firebender, his claws drawn out as he swiped them across his face. He watched with too much satisfaction as the firebender hissed loudly, toppling himself off of the Avatar as he held his hand against the long jagged lines he had marred against his cheek.
“I’m not sure why you kept that thing!” He shouted at her pulling up his pants. The Avatar stared up at him transfixed, and when she didn’t say anything, he shouted at the cat and left her bedroom, mumbling something about demon cats.
When he was finally gone, The Avatar sighed heavily, and picked up Amon in her arms, rubbing behind his ears. His sweet spot.
“Thank you, Amon. You sort of saved me from an awkward situation.”
He purred against her hand. Any time, Avatar. Any time.
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