A/N: Picture is not mine. But I do find Gajeel awfully attractive in it.
My BETA reader also did not read this. So every fault is on me.

Title: Fluffy

Characters: Lucy H., Natsu D., Gajeel R., Laxus D., Sting E., Rogue C., Dornabolt, and Siegrain/Mystogon/Jellal

Pairings: ?¿

Summary: Dragon Slayers, a couple of council members, and Lucy Heartfilia. A litter of cats and magic. Just when she thought there was nothing wrong with bringing in the abandoned bundle of kitties, there were two very naked men in her bathtub.

Edited: 12/15/13

The story is well inspired from "Take it or Leave it" written by Korinara, I advise you read that too if you're interested in any Naruto Fanfics(:
*The story will not be completely copied unless noted otherwise*

"You know, it's very uncomfortable when someone like you is staring at a naked man as myself." -Doranbolt

It was well after midnight when Lucy Heartfilia returned home from one grueling job with Erza. With the absence of the other teammates, it was rather tiring when you were one to partner with an inexhaustible Scarlet. But it could not be helped, rent money was needed. Plus Natsu had gone off to do some Dragon Slayer training with Gajeel while Gray had been compromised into a mission with Juvia. Though she couldn't complain, the large division of jewels amongst only two people was an extra.

But when she returned that night, shoulders slumped, bag being dragged against the stone pavement, and legs failing. She did not want to deal with the small upturn of events that have landed in front of her door steps. As always, the world didn't work the way she wanted it to.

Squinting in a futile attempt to get a clearer look, Lucy was a couple yards away from her late night surprise. She had stopped at the sounds of quiet scratching and small meows to find it coming from her apartment door. And in instinct, alert of any threats, despite her fatigue, she had whipped out Fleuve d'etoiles.

Meow.

Huh—

Before any more harm was done, most likely to herself, Lucy wrapped the whip back into her belt loop. The threat was not exactly a threat.

"You have got to be kidding," Lucy groaned in an agonizing sort of way while picking her luggage back up. At first, with the absence of any street lights, it looked like garbage. Or left furniture from a neighbor that was too lazy to throw it away. But it wasn't. And oh how she wished it was.

As she approached the box, slowly and cautiously, a chorus of meows played. This must have been some sort of joke.

Dropping her bags once again, Lucy sat on her knees to better examine the products. Or creatures.

"Cats?" The blonde watched as the tiny felines quickly piled onto the side she was nearest. Crawling over each other and hissing, they tried to reach for her.

She blinked once, twice, then got back to her feet. Another mewl of purrs escaped the box. This was not happening. Grabbing her bags, Lucy unlocked the apartment door, careful to step over the container of free pets, and into her small domain. Unfortunately, when she turned back to see if the box was still there, it was still there.

"Why me," Lucy groaned again while throwing her luggage to the side.

Towering over the box, she peeked her head outside of the door. It was dark and no one was around to claim or even take this responsibility off of her hands. If she didn't know herself any better, there was no way she would or could leave the animals uncared for. Especially since it was on her doorsteps.

"Happy sent you guys, didn't he?" She asked while placing her hands on her hips, waiting, as if they were to reply.

Meow.

"Oh don't meow me!" She snarled as she grabbed the box by the side, tugging it into her apartment. "You guys won't talk will you?"

Slamming the door behind her, aggressively, Lucy glared at the kittens. She waited for an "Aye!" or maybe one of them to spread their wings and possibly, luckily, fly the hell out of there.

Meow, but they did not.

"What did I do wrong," the blonde muttered, settling onto her shins to get a better look of the litter. "If it's because I abuse Happy, Mavis i'm so sorry. He's not even considered a cat! He's a flying... a flying fur ball!"

There was a hush as she stared at the box. The bundle of kittens only stared up at her, mocking her silence with large eyes while wriggling their noses. Honestly, they were adorable, but in her defense, she did not have the energy nor time to take care of them. Who, in their right mind, would even give them up?

Meow. She winced, then kicked herself mentally. These were the times that she cursed her conscious and generosity. It's not like they were already inside her apartment.

"I give up," she confessed while picking up one of the kittens. "Do you even have a tag? Why the— You're pink."

The pink-furred kitten purred. It's coat was fluffy—and free of collars—hiding her fingers and sticking out at all angles as she held it to her face. Steely, onyx eyes gleamed at her. Then a tiny tongue slipped out to lick her nose.

She fought it, the aww that reverberated through her throat as the cat meowed once more towards her. This was no time to fondle over such cute beings. Priorities were needed to be set straight, unpack, shower, sleep. Maybe even squeeze in between how to deal with these critters for the time being.

Lucy needs first.

The sound of nails against cardboard caught her attention. Placing the abnormal colored cat back into the box, she watched as another tried to escape, dangling over the edge.

It hissed and flailed its paws once Lucy had obtained hold on it. No tag. The white-furred feline growled, was it glaring?

Wait— Is that a tag—

"Are you wearing an earring?!" The cat meowed in what seemed like an answer. It's left paw swiped at the long swinging jewelry, back and forth, it weighed his head down, craning it's poor neck. Measuring the heaviness against her palm, the prominent metal that adorned his left ear was cold and awfully heavy for the thing to be sporting.

"Just what kind of owner had you," she asked while carefully removing the jewelry.

Meow, it yawned or yelled, showing off it's sharp canines as it tried to scratch her hand that was holding the earring.

"Ow— you little. You want this back?" she hissed as the cat continued to assault her. In panic, Lucy quickly grabbed the white kitten by the scruff, chucking him back into box with the others. An ensemble of displeasured purrs chorused from them. "Give me a break, will you? He tried to bite me!"

With a sigh of defeat, Lucy pinched the bridge of her nose, shutting her eyes in strain. "Mavis, I'm talking to a bunch of cats."

Meow, "Do you even understand a word i'm saying," she asked, further observing the jewelry of any names or addresses. Which, unfortunately, bared any.

"This is so annoying, no one has any identification," dragging her knees towards the box, she inspected them, pulling them out one by one. She scooped them, turning the kittens upside down, left and right, searching for anything. And if failed, she tossed them out on the rug, pleading that they wouldn't run about her now cat infested apartment. With surprise, they sat and watched her pat down their feline friends.

In the process of doing so, she concurred and counted, seven cats. Scrutinizing, all have been males. Concluding, they had had a disoriented owner who loved to dye and pierce kitties, the group of male cats varying in colors. The only ones that had seemed normal were the white and blacks ones. And then the others. A dark purple? A blue? And freaking pink? A deep, pretty, gold. And lastbut not least, her "favorite" the grey one.

"Well what's wrong with the color grey, Lucy?"She held the grey kitten in the air, arms both outstretched, prepared to drop it if it attacked her. "Nothing! Except for the fact it has a million bolts screwed into it's tiny body!"

The poor grey kitty was practically heavy due to all it's body jewelry.

"This calls for an abundance amount of punishment on your previous owner," the blond's eyebrow twitched as she returned the wild bunch back into the box. Mission failed, she did not find anything that traced back to their original holder. Weirdly enough, after seeing the subliminal abuse on the cats, she no longer felt the need to return them. "We'll give you guys away. Maybe Gray would want a cat. Yea..."

After poking their noses for confirmation and in soft affection, she decided to drag them into a bathroom—with a grimace—in fear of whatever dirt they have went through before being placed in front of her door. The last thing she needed was some animal filth disease, if that even existed.

o0o0o0o0o

"Right," she clapped, catching the litter's attention. "Which ones should go first?"

Meow, the black one purred, climbing atop the kitten tower as if it were superior.

"That's really weird," the blonde picked up the green-eyed fur ball. "Cats usually aren't excited for baths."

She shrugged it off while picking up another random cat. Which happened to be the blue one. "Don't worry, we can try to wash off the dye since you scarily remind me of my best friend's cat Happy."

The blue cat looked at her as if it were confused. Tilting its head to the side, it licked its lips, and purred into her hand.

"Gah! You are so freaking adorable," Lucy patted the cat before reaching over to run the faucet.

No meows of disapproval were heard as she turned on the bath water. Instead, the two felines watched eagerly on the edge, waiting for the tub to fill up.

"I guess people are stereotypical against cats, huh?"

The two cats looked her before jumping in. A small giggle escaped her lips as she reached out to pet a small ear. As her fingers brushed against wet fur she felt a surge. A pulsating essence that almost beat to the same rhythm of her chest.

A disperse of magic, not her own, glittered next to her. The cold, unfamiliar void of it grazed her skin and gave her goosebumps as a bright, blue, light shimmered. Then another one, green. Air caught between her throat at the intruding energy, making her pause at the feel of humane. Human skin.

Lucy blinked several times in shock as she watched the silhouette of magic transform into a larger shape. The outlines of it akin to a humans body.

Then her fingers stopped caressing the ear that used to belong to cat.

Unmistakable, the craziest thing had just happened to her.

The sound of someone groaning, not her own, echoed through the small bathroom. A head, a head, had hit the faucet while another slipped, splashing water over the tub edge and onto the floor. Foreign hands held the sides of the tub, alien breath panting while it's body sat down on their shins. The other kept still, ear mere inches away from her fingers.

And it never sank in as she turned off the rushing faucet and finally stepped back to quickly taken in the scene. Evidently, there were two naked men squished in her small tub.

"Ma'am—"

"Shut up!" She demanded, closing her eyes to what she thought was her own imagination. Because two naked men weren't originally suppose to be cats. Cats don't turn into humans. Cats don't turn into humans. Cats don't turn into humans. Repeatedly, she tried to persuade herself. Once she opens her eyes, they will just be cats again. Better yet, they won't even be there. She's tired, absolutely exhausted. Her mind was just playing tricks on.

But it was all the worse, because one of them kept speaking.

"I know this is very awkward ma'am, but—"

"Please no, please," she forced her eyes open again.

And to her great disapproval, the two very naked men were standing from the bathtub. Her vision questioned her morality as they inched further down. Then it went black.

o0o0o0o0o

Thud! The sound of her body dropping matched well as she hit the floor gracefully.

"Well, that was to be predicted," Doranbolt—black cat with green eyes—mumbled as he wet his hair again before stepping out of the tub. The bathtub was awfully small as he made his way out, trying his best not to touch Siegrain's own skin. But from his spillage during his entrance, his foot had slipped. He didn't try to fight it as he felt himself falling back.

Then the very grotesque feeling of someone else's wet skin on your own was lingering on his back. Swishing water splashed onto his buttocks as his shoulders were being supported by slippery hands. This was just not his day.

"Please, please, get back up," Siegrain pleaded through clenched teeth as he continued to hold Doranbolt from falling. With all his will power, he tried his best not to let the other man's skin come in contact with his dignity. "Doran—Oh my, this is so unprofessional. My peni—"

"Shut up," Doranbolt hissed as he hoisted himself up, shaking the awkwardness off.

Trying his best to avoid eye contact, he sauntered to the unconscious girl next to the door way. This was just his luck. He sighed as he raked a hand through his wet hair. Being uncomfortably squished in a tiny tub with another naked man was something he could have lived without doing. And having his bare genitals in such close contact to his nude back, kill him now.

With a breathy sigh that passed through his nose, Doranbolt bent over to pick up the limp girl. Being naked going unnoticed.

"Whoa—hey. Cover yourself before you touch her. The sight isn't that pretty." Siegrain quickly grabbed a nearby towel. He barely managed to throw it with it closed eyes, scared that his own vision might question his sexuality.

In response to his new found stupidity, Doranbolt blushed furiously in embarrassment while tying the soft material round his hips. Quickly, he wasted no time to pick the blond girl up and escape from further humiliation.

The size of the apartment was small. Two tables, four dining chairs, one lounger, a large bookshelf that took in the majority of the room, a dresser, a mirror, and a pink bed that lay underneath an open window. Doranbolt shivered from the cold aftermath of a warm shower. He gave a small tsk, then a sigh as he threw the girl onto the bed. Her body bounced in response. He shivered again.

Should he tuck her in? Hands twitched. Do girls like being tucked in? Of course, she's out cold.

"Should I wet the others?" Siegrain peeked his head out of the bathroom. Snapping him from such a ridiculous question. He looked over his shoulder, the blue haired man was carrying the container of other cat-human species.

"I don't see why not." He shrugged his shoulders. Leaving the unconscious figure onto the bed as they both made their way back into the small bathroom.

"Do you know who are the lucky ones that also got shot?"

"Nope." Siegrain grinned mischievously.

o0o0o0o0o

With a large dump of all cats into the bath, a great amount of magic exuded from the waters. Silhouettes of cats in various colors outlined to the anatomy of men.

"GET OFF ME!"

"WHAT'S GOING ON?"

"WHAT THE FU- DID SOMEONE JUST TOUCH ME?"

"YOUR ASS, IT'S ON MY FACE—"

"Maybe we should have done it one at a time," Doranbolt's eyebrow twitched at the sight of tangled bodies. Limbs were criss crossed with foreign ones, faces were on places they shouldn't be, and a lot of water was splashing every where. The worst part of it all was the fact that the naked bodies all belonged to men. Large, defined, men that were being squished into some disturbing dog pile.

"Not my fault. You said, how big can they be?" Siegrain coughed in attempt to "clear" his throat. He watched with a weird glint of what was like amusement while the naked men continued to brawl in the tiny tub. "This is like, really bad, gay, porn."

"HEY, YOU'RE— I KNOW YOU!" A blonde man gracefully pushed everyone out of the tub—being the one at the bottom of the pile. Everyone groaned except, "Natsu."

"AND YOU'RE— naked?" The pink-haired man furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Both of them now trying to elongate the distance between them.

"What?—D-Don't look at me like that!" Sting's two hands covered his boldness as he quickly jumped out of the tub, joining the other men who looked just as confused as Natsu. He blinked at the group, stepping away from their also bare skin "Why the fuck are we all naked?!"

"Shut up, you're giving me a headache," Another blonde mumbled as he calmly wrapped a towel around his hips. In Doranbolt's observation, the older blond must have been the largest in muscle building out of the whole group. To where an emoish looking boy had been the slenderest. And the one with a long, black, mane, had many alien piercings, on places were frankly, they really shouldn't be in.

"Who the hell are you?" The Holy Dragon Slayer raised an eyebrow, effortlessly looking for a towel. "Rogue, give me a towel!"

"That's Laxus," Natsu rose from the bathtub, not bothering to cover his dangling bits.

"Grab a fucking towel, will ya flame brain?" Gajeel muttered incoherently as he threw what seemed like a towel towards the Fire Dragon Slayer. The iron covered man shivered noticeably as he made his way out of the man compacted bathroom.

"...Gajeel" The emo haired boy spoke as he passed.

"Rogue..." Gajeel muttered, departing into the one roomed apartment.

"Great, since we all introduced ourselves to each—"

"Who are you? You look familiar."

"I'm Doranbolt and this here is—"

"What about him?"

"Natsu, let him talk." Laxus shook his head and sauntered out of the bathroom door.

"Siegrain."

"Right..."

"Can anyone please explain why Lucy is out cold on her bed," Laxus yelled. "And why were we all naked in her bathroom? In her bathtub? Together?"

o0o0o0o0o

"Jutsu Shiki," Laxus rose an eyebrow at the familiar name of magic. "Freed can do something like that. Maybe he could help us out."

"It's useless and completely unethical," Doranbolt sighed. "This is punishment."

"But why the fuck are we here," Gajeel gestured to all Fairy Tail members. "We didn't do anything."

"Please don't tell me we're being arrested," Rogue held desperately onto the towel around him. "Because this is a very cruel and unusual sort of punishment."

"I agree with him. This is so weird. We're all NUDE in poor Lucy's apartment." Natsu peeked from the bathroom door that was slitted open. His head only being seen as everyone else surrounded Lucy's still body.

"No. No one is going to be arrested," Dornabolt sighed through his nose. An underlying strain hid in his brow as he stared at everyone else.

"Why are you here?" Laxus faltered from poking the naked man's shoulder and just let his fingers occupy the cloth around his hips.

"Yea, why are you here?" The pink-haired man almost stepped out of the bathroom but refused to. "Weren't you the one trying to say something shady about us back to the council?"

"If that's how you want to remember it," despite his words, the council member seemed conflicted with Natsu's question.

"It is a bit more of my concern to why you guys are here," Siegrain pointed once more at all Dragon Slayers. "This punishment was pointed towards Doranbolt and I."

"Bullshit. We're all probably here for some catastrophic activity that Natsu had done. They probably got tired of it and decided that at all Dragon Slayers should be dead," Sting plopped himself onto a chair, careful not to loosen his towel. "Those two political people are here to execute us."

"That doesn't even make sense!" Natsu opened the bathroom door to finally reveal his towel clothed self.

"He's just comically speaking, Natsu," Rogue reassured him with thinned lips.

"That wasn't even funny," Gajeel pursued.

"That is not the issue. What we have to worry about is if we're allowed out of the house," Doranbolt walked towards the apartment door. "If we're lucky enough, maybe Lahar had elongated our boundaries."

"What does Lawho have to do with this?" Gajeel gripped onto his falling towel.

"Lahar," Siegrain corrected. "Had used his Jutsu Shiki on us."

"In other terms, we're trapped and we have to follow his rules." Laxus opened the door of Lucy's small apartment. With an outstretched hand, fingers made it's way to touch the outside. But just how Doranbolt had feared, the invisible force of Lahar's advance magic, stopped Laxus' digits from further escaping the apartment.

"How unfortunate," Laxus exhaled retreating his hand. After closing the door, he walked over to the small bed. "So, what now?"

"We face the consequences until this goes away..." Doranbolt murmured with a heavy sigh.

"This, Lahar, has me pondering though," Rogue joined the others as they towered over Lucy's unconscious body. "Why did he drop us off at Lucy's place?"

"Why her? Why us? It's just the natural order of things." Siegrain added.

"Shut up with that shit. So annoying." Sting said under his breath as his hand pulled at a blonde strand from the girl.

"Stop touching her, Sting." Natsu fidgeted and then slapped Sting's hand from further stroking her hair.

"It annoys me. She's looks undisturbed by this situation," Sting furrowed his eyebrows and stared at her. Feminine features were soft as her chest rose to a steady series of rise and falls. Stray blonde locks splayed onto her face, tickling the curves of her cheeks as she breathed. Her delicate physique rested on the mattress. "And she took my earring."

"No one cares about your stupid earring," Natsu retorted. "Stop touching her!"

"Why is she even sleeping?" Sting returned his hand and crossed his arms. His face peered close to hers before Natsu pulled him away.

"She did faint from seeing us naked," Siegrain muttered and came to look over her. "We're going to have to wait until she wakes up for all the explaining to began."

"Until then. Everyone keep dipping their hair in water," Doranbolt opened the bathroom door and stuck his head underneath the faucet.

Everyone looked at him questioningly, but followed.

o0o0o0o0o

The sound of running water in the bathroom woke her.

As she rolled over onto her left, shutting her eyes tightly, she slowly became aware of the fact that something seemed different. Doing her utmost best to avoid it, she stretched. Laying on her back now and extending her legs as well as her arms into a much needed poise that woke her limbs. All while closing her eyes and laying back down. That must have been the best sleep she has had in days, even if it was disturbed by a weird dream filled with cats turning into naked men—

Did someone snicker?

A sense of unease scuttled over her. Then the water stopped running.

Slowly and stiffly, Lucy turned her head and opened her eyes.

Maybe she was still sleeping...

Before her stood a group of almost naked men. Towels wrapped around their hips so dangerously low to reveal sculpted and toned muscles. Rippling and flexing as they came closer. Some were even familiar, Natsu, Gajeel, and Laxus?!

"I hope you like what you're seeing."

A/N: I fall out and in of my fan fictions very easily. Don't be surprised if you can no longer find this fanfic. It all depends if I like it or not. Also, i'm practicing my dialogue with this. And as you can see, it's not that skilled.