Maybe it wasn't the best of ideas to follow the threads Hades had created to connect with his no-fur, at least not in his present condition, but King felt compelled. He had let this entire thing go on under his watch for too long. Sure, he wasn't as strong as he could be. Hades had managed to steal far more of his God's aura than King thought possible.
But the thing about a God's aura was there was an infinite amount if you had the strength to harness it. At the moment, King wasn't up to the standards of wielding it, but the gruff Grey-fur believed in his ability to recover quickly.
There was a part of him that was screaming this idea was ill-conceived. That he should wait a little longer to make his move. Maybe try to catch up with power-mad Hades and beat the stupid out of the cocksure Black-fur and maybe in the process he could vent some of it out of himself.
Because King had to admit he was carrying around a lot of stupid. With no guarantee he would be able
The first thing Hades saw was the ceiling, which was disconcerting because it looked like the top of the wooden coffin he'd been put in just a few days ago. The smell of the pine box filled his senses.However, the room was much wider,so definitely not another coffin. But what had that little bastard no-fur set-up? He sat up slowly, holding his head and trying to get a grip on his surroundings. He was sitting in the middle of a very intricately carved sigil. He quickly learned he was trapped by trying to push his paw past the boundary and getting an auric shock to his system that was almost as awful as the one Agent had used to bring him down. Hades was certain he could smell singed fur.Afterlosinga few moments of getting his senses back from the shock, the Black-fur started to recognize parts of the room.The hooded toms stood at the ready, but other details made little sense. Like the booth from Jinx's bar where he had met with Gran the firs
Guru stared into Spitfire's eyes, caught up in their intensity. He wanted to obey. He wanted to please his no-fur but the fact remained there was something important they needed to talk about."I swear we can do whatever you want. I'll do anything you want. But first, you have to tell me what you meant by someone being in trouble. You know, before you got all grabby and stuff."The blonde tom could tell they were both fighting more than clouded lust but he had no idea what it was."Also now might not be the time. We just got away from those demons. Though that seems like so long ago. Didn't it just happen? Spitfire, are you listening to me?" Guru started to sit up from where the no-fur had him sprawled out on the ground."You keep talking," the no-fur rolled his eyes. "Always talking and never fucking. What is wrong with you?"His smooth hands both went for Guru's large cock, curling his small fingers around the impressive girth and stroking slowly
Now I can focus... Get what I need...The voice coming out of his mouth was foreign to Spitfire. It was screechy and annoying. The kind of voice that he would have forced to be quiet if he could find the source. Only, he was starting to realize that he was the source. That was his voice coming out of his own mouth. It was his hand holding the cane that was beating his good boy. Not like Guru deserved, not in play. This was a real beating.Spitfire couldn't stop himself though. He was going and going, not stopping though he could see his tom's shoulders shaking. Guru was crying. Hurting. Bleeding.Oh, gods. The blood.It was just a trickle, a few drops from a split in the abused skin. But Spitfire could see it sticking to the light fur of his tom. He could feel the burn inside of him screaming out for more.More pain.More blood.More.The drops of blood made the burning in his body just a fraction less painful
Everything was gone.All that Jinx had found, all that he thought he was going to have now that he had met his Innehavre. Now that he had someone in his life that he could reveal all of himself to, Lexi was gone.The poison had left only a bit of dust on the floor of Wound's healing room. They had not saved Lexi. Jinx had failed.The scream that ripped from his throat was full of the Orangelo's rage and pain, the raw misery of losing that very intimate connection that existed only between Innehavre. Jinx screamed over and over, draining everything out of his body. When he was finally empty, Jinx found himself curled on the floor. His paw was dyed purple from the wetness of his tears hitting the dust that used to be Lexi. Jinx hoped that it never came out. He would bear that mark of shame for the rest of his life, never forgetting the bond that he let slip away."Hey, Orangelo!" It was an exclamation despite it coming from the fading glamoured body of a to
"Well, tell him, is it? Can he? He's so amazing. I bet you are going to tell him he can." Lexi was hovering over Wound, watching Jinx heal the injuries he had created.The demon still didn't understand everything but he knew enough to know he had been wrong about the healer. Lexi had been rash and not thought things through. He knew how toms and no-furs shared their auric power. But all he could see was someone hurting his Jinx and he had to stop him in any way possible.Now he could see things differently. He'd almost murdered Wound. If Jinx hadn't been so full of untapped power, Wound would have been lost. Lexi,being a stronger ranked demon,had created fatal holes in the healer. He should have died. That would have been horrible for many reasons but the number one was the tom Lexi could hear humming to himself down the hall.Lexi had almost destroyed a soul-bond, the kind he had with Jinx. He was so ashamed and furious with himself. Worse, he had n
King was raging inside. That damned fool Hades had really outdone himself. Stealing power from him at the least opportune time ever. How had the love-struckmoron of a tom done it? There shouldn't even be a connection between them without King opening it.Well, whatever he’d done, Hades had really fucked up royally. Because not only had Hades interrupted the Black Devil's spectacular rescue of the idiot's very own belovedno-furbut the tom had taken so much power King was now a prisoner of whoever was running the whole operation.King hissed and his black fur stood on end. He was in a slightly modified no-fur cage. And while that might have given a regular-sized tom a bit of room - and though he was no longer in his Topside massive Grey-fur glamour due to an absolute loss of magick - ol' Blackie's broad shoulders and strong legs left him unable to even turn around. Temporarily drained of his God aura, his claws were that of an average tom and good
"Skin-sheath." Agent muttered the word as if tasting it on his tongue. He'd been called every variant of that particular slur in his life. None of them were sexy, kind, or even remotely flattering. Even the ones that toms seemed to think were affectionate. The no-fur flexed his toes again as he thought. They were new. Less than twenty-four hours ago, his feet were that of a no-fur. His feet still hurt from the procedure that removed his bones from his knees down and replaced them with the bones of a tom. Once the bones were grafted in, Agent's skin had been wrapped around them. He had wanted the proper tom knees to be put on at the same time as the lower legs and paws, but the tom who he had harvested the lower legs and feet from did not have viable knees. "Yes, old tom, I find that term offensive." Agent finally nodded. "At a genetic level, there is less than one-tenth of one percent of a difference between a no-fur and a tom. A few different protein pairings and a quarter of the s
Guru had collected his unconscious no-fur in his arms and was leaning against a tree. His whole body screamed that he needed rest as well but he would stay awake as long as Spitfire couldn't protect himself. Recent events suggested his troublesome ginger-haired no-fur could more than take care of himself when fully conscious, but the Blonde tom wasn't going to take any chances with him.Thank the gods the candy trick worked. They had gotten lucky with that. Well, more than lucky. Their bond was so strong Spitfire had seen through Guru's attempt to make the medicine he needed and done it himself. Guru hoped there was something wrong with him that made his heart skip a beat. The no-fur had a psychotic break and had beaten the Blonde tom to the point of tears. He wrecked his body.And Guru still loved him.Guru didn't blame Spitfire for what happened. He couldn't. He knew the other side of Spitfire, the one who walked straight into the demon's den for the sole purp
Epilogue - Part 2Shadwell Sebastien Woolsey, also known as Hades, stomped in out of the rain, shaking it off his fur before he went any further into the house than the entry hall.He could hear the commotion in the main room. It was the kind of overwhelming noise only two bunnies, one large Northern Forest tom, a cosmic entity, and ten kits could make. It was the sound of a happy home, one that Hades had never dared to dream he could have. After his own rough upbringing with a sire who was embarrassed to be a Black-fur and an anonymous no-fur father, Hades had long since put aside any thoughts of being a sire himself.But his mates had changed all of that and helped him to realize he wasn't afraid of being a sire. He was just afraid of being his sire. Hades didn't feel shame about his fur color nor that of any of his many, many kits. He didn't think he was capable of feeling this much love. Though, he was grateful to Ink who had given both of the omega bunnies anti-pregnancy Marks. T
Epilogue - Part 1Guru hadn't been back to the Mousetrap since its renovations or since his kits with Spitfire were born. With all the little ones around and a very grumpy ginger-furred bunny to deal with, he'd barely left the mansion where himself, Spitfire, Doll, and Hades now resided.There was definitely a touch of Chaos everywhere he looked. A few booths sat at a slightly less than 45 degree angle and had straps like a carnival ride. No doubt when the bar was open those were full first from the novelty of it. Then there was the tricked-out pie case. Guru salivated a little, having heard from his mate Hades all about the supposedly world-famous pies.Jinx didn't have time to make them anymore so he'd begun to teach his brother Ink. Today appeared to be one of those sessions as Jinx was snatching a knife away from his paler brother and grousing about the proper way to cut certain fruits.The big Blonde tom put a paw around the other bunny in his life, his sweet Doll. Who looked esp
Everything was quiet for the first time in what felt like a lifetime.Spitfire sat down where he was, in the middle of the rubble left from fighting so many automa-toms and Agent's Hares. This part of Atlas City was wrecked. He wondered what it looked like outside of the battle barrier they had erected. Was Guru's mansion still okay? Did they still have a home?A ripple of auric energy told him Cosmo was on his way, having secured the collapsing bridge. Good, that was good. He needed to bond with his avatar mate to recover his god aura properly. But for now, since the battle was done, Spitfire was going back inside to see Doll and the kits. He needed to check on them. Something about this silence didn't feel... natural.Cosmo's voice in his mind assured Spitfire that it was not. Time had been frozen by a god and until it restarted, only the deities would be able to function.Spitfire wondered how long it would be before he knew how to do that. It was a pretty cool trick.He stood, stre
The ten of swords was not a magick to use lightly. Jinx had never actually cast that card before. He had been warned, repeatedly, that there were cards in the deck he was given that took as much as they gave. The pinnacle of the swords suit was one of those cards.Clutching his bleeding paw against his chest, Jinx drew one long breath after another. Everything smelled awful, the air was so thick with blood that he could taste it. He was certain that there was screaming all around him, but he couldn't hear it over the roar in his ears.He'd finally managed to end this stupid battle. He was the undisputed God of Chaos now. Jinx could feel it in his bones, right down in his soul. The power was flowing out of Agent's body as quickly as the blood that was pooling under both their paws."The kits..." Jinx's enemy was croaking out a few last words. "Are they safe?"Jinx's eyes followed Agent's weak attempt to reach out. There was a wavering shield, made up of th
Liar.The word kept echoing in Agent's head and in the air around him. The Demon was lying to him. They were made of lies and deceit, after all. There was no way King had pined for him for all those years. Tricksy had made a huge mistake when he'd tried to create the Innehavre bond. He'd killed a young no-fur, but it wasn't just any no-fur. He'd killed the oldest of his and King's litter. Stripped his soul bare and left the tom who loved him to take the blame.King had to know what happened to their kit. Both of them kept an eye on the three no-furs who were theirs. They couldn't help it. They were parents, after all. They worried.But throwing himself into the reincarnation cycle was the only way to make sure that the Innehavre bonds continued. Tricksy needed to sacrifice time and his own connection to King to the ancient powers that gave him his powers as the God of Chaos. Those beings, older than any god who now walked the earth, had changed who he was. Made him the God of Chaos an
*****Author Note - be warned, this chapter has the loss of a newborn in it ********If Priest so much as suggested movement, Doll growled at him and threaten his life. Ink seemed to be less in a hurry to take the small bundle from his arms.The no-fur cooed and cuddled the tiny, tiny form. "Hush, my kit. It will be alright. Your Daddy is right here and I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."In his head, Doll knew the smallest of his kits was gone. In his heart, he couldn't part with the sweet grey and white striped tom kit. He heard him release one small, strangled cry before Ink started swearing and Priest turned to try to revive the poor little dear before handing him to Ink and not turning around presumably so Doll didn't see his tears.Ink had said words... Sorry and hold him... Doll didn't really hear them all over the roaring in his head as he was handed the still kit.He kissed the babe's forehead, his tears unchecked. "I'm sorry, little one. I didn't get to let you grow. I tho
Lexi was enraged. At his clever attackers and at himself. He had headed straight back to the bar when he caught a glimpse of tufted ears and the skin of a no-fur neck.Deciding rather than join the fight against the automa-toms, he would capture and defeat the one controlling them, the Demon began to stalk Agent. As he'd gotten closer, the image of Agent began to fade away.A bolt of what had to be Chaos magick slammed into him, sending Lexi flipping end over end. When he'd started to push himself off the ground, Lexi was in his least powerful form, that of a green tom.Having no idea what auric power his tom form had as it wasn't a glamour any more, Lexi could barely summon any energy to mold and was no match for a trio of Tawny-furs that had thrown some kind of aura-draining net over him.Now he struggled to escape the net while the Tawnys had just fucked off.Muttering to himself, Lexi considered what the trap had meant. "Does Agent think I'm so easily beaten? No, he's like super s
Hades found himself alone with Doll again and he wasn't sure what to do. He was holding his hand, muttering encouragement, but that felt like nothing.Spitfire had experience with this stuff and Guru was able to ease Doll's nerves with his singing. Ink and Priest, though they were practically strangers, were doing more for Doll than he could manage. Maybe he should join Jinx and Spitfire outside. He was good at fighting. But that meant leaving Doll and Hades wasn't sure he was ready."Look at them, pretty baby," Hades whispered, nodding his head towards the line of bins where their kits were bundled up and mewling, an occasional wail comingfrom one of them. "It's hard to believe that this is really happening.""I can't wait to hold each one in my arms." Doll let his head fall back on the soft blanket. "Or see all of you cuddle them. Although I will be glad to rest, I still feel there's a somebody or two in there. But they seem quiet for now." His no-fur's
Arriving after three of the kits had been born, Spitfire took a moment to check on them before he grabbed Doll's hand and leaned close to talk to him."Look at how good you're doing, sweetheart. Three of our kits are already in the world." Spitfire stroked Doll's sweaty hair. "I know, this is awful. It feels like it will never end, but you are nearly done."The new Black Devil turned to look at Ink, who was acting as the birthing doctor. "How many more are there? He is nearly done, right?""There's at least one more. But without an ultrasound, I can't say for sure." Ink replied, already coaxing out a fourth kit."Little one so big." Doll sounded exhausted. He leaned his head against Spitfire. "But he looks just like Guru, my beloved. Only completely White-fur and with my copper eyes. He's gonna be trouble. This one is kicking a lot but much smaller.""They're all going to be trouble, I think." Spitfire nuzzled the side of Doll's face. The thundering sounds of battle from outside were