The goddesses plaything

Standing in the mirror looking at me was a girl with long white hair, cat ears with white fur, a matching tail about three feet long, standing roughly three feet tall. She was wearing a light pink shirt with a red and gold emblem on the right top corner, and a white skirt with frills and pink trim that ended just above her knees, a pink collar with a small bell to cover the old collar markings, white socks that came up to her thighs, and to top it all off she was in an incredibly embarrassing pair of light pink panties. Thank the goddess nobody could see them. Everything was apparently tailored to fit, so at least it wasn't uncomfortable anywhere.

If I had to give my opinion on a little girl, I would say she was incredibly cute. Realizing that the cute girl in the mirror was actually me was a whole other matter entirely. It was downright frightening.

Me, a 35 year old man with hairy arms and greying hair reduced to a 7 year old prepubesent cat girl. I have just one word for you. Scary.

"Adorable as always, Kitten." Lora was watching me from the couch she was sitting on.

My cheeks went red as I had been caught staring at myself in the mirror. "Hmm... It's a big change from what I'm used to."

'Knock knock' At that time someone knocked on the door then announced themselves. "Here as requested, my lady."

"Come in Michael. Thank you for coming so late." Lora greeted Michael as he opened the door and walked in. "Please come in and sit down. We have a...interesting situation with my Kitten that needs immediate attention from someone like yourself."

Michael was a tall older man maybe mid 60s, grey hair, blue eyes, and a very interesting gold circle was tattooed on each cheek. He was wearing a robe that had gold trim around the neck and wrists.

He looked around the room until he spotted me and stopped. "I see, so it seems your pet no longer wears a collar. Your aware the consequences of removing a slave collar are death or slavery yourself correct?"

Lora straightens up quickly and spoke with anger in her voice. "I didn't know you could even have them removed. So no I was not aware of such. But it still does not apply here."

"My lady, your status does not exempt you from the laws of the church."

"I am aware of such. But I am confident that this does not apply." Lora was looking at Michael with anger at his accusation.

"My lady, it is known..." Michael was interrupted by Lora at that point.

"I did not remove her collar. Just look at her status already. Which is why you're here." Lora was staring daggers at Michael at this point.

"Slave come here." Michael was looking at me when he said that and I was looking at him, so I responded in kind with the most polite response I could muster.

"Call me a slave again and I will kill you where you stand." I let off a little blood lust on accident apparently, because he fell on his ass while trying to scoot backwards more. The two maids beside me passed out cold, and Lora just looked at me a little uneasily. "Uhh... I did not mean to do that." I just looked at the floor at that point with my cheeks as red as cherry's.

"Hahaha...Sweetie it is alright. He needed to be taken down a peg anyways." At that point Lora had already got up and came to me and picked me up into her arms again.

"Michael, will you please get on with it already. It has been a long night already and I'm sure we could all use a rest." She sat down on the couch with me in her lap and started that blessed ear scratching again.

"Y...y...yes m..m'lady." At that point Michael picked himself up off the floor and walked over to us very slowly.

"M...miss Kitten, I ah...I will need to ah...hold your hand...for this please." He kept stuttering with his words and shaking from nerves.

I just held out my hand for him. When he grabbed my hand I felt a little tingle and then he gasped. "Well don't keep us in the dark here Mr Michael."

"A chosen. Your THE chosen of Quilan, the goddess of love, hate, and war. The most powerful of all goddesses. Sitting here in front of me." At that point he was looking a little pale. "If I did not see it myself. I would not believe it."

"Was that all you seen? There was nothing else?" I asked with a hint of amusement in my voice.

"Collar breaker. That's proof of your claims about your collar for the church." Suddenly he went still and started looking between Ms Luna and I. "A cursed chosen. This is unprecedented. For a chosen of the gods to be cursed as well has never been seen before in recorded history. The very existence of the cursed is considered to be an affront to the gods. For a chosen to be a cursed is blasphemy but there's nothing anyone could do because your a chosen."

Michael looks at me and pleadingly asks. "Please, tell me why you, a chosen of the strongest goddess, are cursed and what the curse is."

That damn goddess probably did it so she could get a laugh at my expense.

"I am not allowed to tell. Just know it's a requirement for my mission. Now do you mind letting go of my hand, it is getting kind of creepy." He let go of my hand at that.

"I must report this to the church as quickly as possible. A chosen of Quilan has graced us with their presence. It is a joyous occasion." Michael stands up and heads for the door. "Excuse me lady Luna, lady Kitten. I shall return."

I look at him as he starts to walk out. "Preist. My curses are to be kept to yourself. If you betray my trust..."

"Of course lady Kitten." Michelle says and walks out of the room.

"Alright Kitten, now that business is concluded, I think it is well past your bed time." Luna stands up with me in her arms and starts walking towards the cat bed.

"Kitten is a pet name and I refuse to be a pet for you any longer. That includes sleeping in a pet bed." Luna stops in her tracks and sits me down on my feet, turns me around to face her, and gets down on her knee.

"You are perfectly right, but seeing as I am not currently your mother there is nothing I can do." She looks at me intently. "Now if I were to adopt you, it would be easy to rename you. What do you say to that Kitten?"

"I think you should know that my two curses make me live forever and never age. I will always look exactly as I do now. Also it is my responsibility to kill a demon lord or something. Is that still ok?" I asked her.

"That is irrelevant for this question. So I ask again. Can I adopt you?" She asked.

"I...I think Kitten would have loved that. ...So on behalf of Kitten I will accept on the condition that my new name be Lily." I gave my answer.

"Princess Lily Von Regalia of the Empire of Regalia. My daughter." Luna starts crying and hugging me.

"I like that very much Ms luna." And hug her back. After a few moments of hugging it hits me. "Wait a moment. Did you just say princess? As in Royalty?"

"I am your mother now. Call me appropriately. Mom or mother, your choice." She said. "And yes. I am the current ruling Queen of the Regalia Empire."

"...Ok...mom." We hug in silence for several minutes until I say my peace about the bed situation. "I'm not sleeping in a pet bed."

"Of course not. Your a Regalia now. You are the heir to the entire Regalia Empire. It would be a disgrace for you to sleep anywhere but the master bed." Luna picks me up and starts carrying me over to change clothes again.