The contents of the flasks pooled together and began to swirl in the rock creature's hand. Many but not all of its eyes shut and it chuckled so hard the ground shook.
"You are a true delight, Jinx of Skirmish. You don't even notice how alike we are. While we see what comes from your decision, let's have a chat. If you can answer three questions correctly or even poorly but still amuse me, you will be free to go to the next challenge. With your love, if he comes out whole. If he doesn't, you only have yourself to blame."
The concoction Jinx had made with the two flasks began to foam.
Heaving a sigh, Jinx tried not to show how nervous he was about this outcome. "Fine, I'll answer your questions. But if Lexi is fucked up because of this, it's because of your bullshit, not mine. Any god of the Orangelo tribes should have seen that coming." Jinx gestured vaguely towards the foaming mass that seemed to be getting bigger by the second.
"Wh
Quiet contemplation wasn't Agent's strong suit. But sometimes, when his mind was tumbling with thoughts like it was this morning, quiet was a blessing.Though he couldn't explain his attachment to the small altar that was tucked into the secret room behind his mostly empty closet. Religion had never done anything for him. If anything, all he'd ever seen from the gods was pain and suffering.Of course, until about a week ago, he had never met any of them.Thoughts of King made the small half-transformed no-fur shift on the meditation cushion. The tom who wielded the power of the Dark Throne, who ruled over the afterlife, was glorious. It was more than just the immense power that claimed him. Even more than the rugged good looks of an older Black-fur. They were always spectacular at that stage of life.No, there was something else inside of King that Agent wanted to touch. Some mystery that he craved to unlock. And of course, he wanted to fuck
Whatever Agent had done this time, whatever damned substance he'd filled his fucking needle with was hard to come out of. Much harder than what the Black Devil had been given before.Opening his eyes was a feat in itself and when he finally accomplished it all King could make out was blinding white and a few shapes. Seemed it was going to take a little work to get out of whatever bind Agent had put him in now.As feeling returned slowly to his body, King knew bind was an appropriate word. He was strung up much like a soul set up for torment and he didn't like it one bit. Accessing the throne's power was not going to be possible for a while. King tried to touch on its power but it was elusive, which meant one of two things.Most likely, it had to be focused on an intruder or a threat to the carefully conjured bridge between the Underworld and Persiana. Less likely but still a possibility, Agent had figured out how to take his throne and now had him mounted like a
Lexi closed his eyes and drew in Jinx's unique honey cinnamon and meadow grass scent. Not for long, though. He couldn't wait to re-memorize every whisker and patch of color on the Orangelo's face. It was strange to be among the living again, not that he'd gone anywhere else.It was terrifying to be there but also not there. Did demons miss out on the whole reincarnation process when they died or was it the true effect of the assassin's poison, drifting into the black until there was nothing left? As troubling as this was, the demon wasn't going to mention it to Jinx,who had gone from the grief-stricken tom Lexi feared for to a happy, affectionate, and purring one.Taking a moment to assess his body, Lexi was surprised to find his fur a blinding shade of green and striped like an Orangelo in darker green with white fur on his stomach and paws. It was his wonky glamour. That was odd. He probably should turn back to demon form and not waste the auric power.
"I love you, Orangelo. But in the short time I've known you I've learned your belief in your luck seems to attract stupid choices on your part." Lexi had moved to the back on Jinx's prompting while the tunnel had been wide but now both toms were struggling on their bellies as the tunnel turned into a barely tom-sized crawlspace. "Which is super weird considering you are so very clever. It's like you forget how clever you are. But hey, look, isn't that a light up ahead?"Lexi's voice held a frown. "That's if we can fit through that hole. I'm not sure I can get more than my tail in there. Still getting used to that, having a tom tail. It's all furry and bends crooked.""It's cute," Jinx assured him. "Stay where you are and I'll go ahead. If I get stuck, you can pull me back."He couldn't pause to enjoy the warmth that came from hearing Lexi say he loved him. Jinx would bask in that later, along with the joy of exploring Lexi's new body. He was a very sexy tom with
Everything burned. His muscles were on fire. The slice along his femoral artery was a hot streak of agony on top of pain that permeated his bones.Agent hated that tears were falling from his eyes. He was dying. He knew he had been only one step ahead of death from the first time he started patching his body together. He'd known it all those years ago when he repaired the damage done by the toms who had hoped to sell him. But he'd been born defective. Born less than even the other no-furs in his litter. For some reason, he still lived while his brothers were long dead.They had blamed him. Called him cursed and had he not been of interest to a medical tom, Agent would have been dead a long time ago.Every day was stolen from a cold universe that had not meant for him to exist. Every day was a triumph against his own body. But he had never lied to himself about how imminent death was for him.Now that it was here, Agent realized he was not okay with it. He
"LET GO OF ME!"Agent's primal scream ripped out of his throat as the magic he had no experience wielding rocked out of him, attacking the Gate. Rivers of white light poured out, clogging the hungry void until its pull was no longer able to reach him.He turned his head to rub his cheek over the side of King's head as the tom's teeth sank into his shoulder. "Ah, my sweet, sentimental King. You can't expect--"Agent's words were cut off as the Gate overcame the clog of energy and pulled at his essence with renewed vigor. Agent screamed and his body arched towards the Gate as it slowly dragged his essence out of his body."There is no way in all the God realms I will let you win," King growled as the hex chains unraveled, setting Agent free. King fully expected his fall and the big Black Devil caught his newly rediscovered first love in his arms.Staring down the Gate, King hissed, gently set his beloved Tricksy, his little monster, his Agent down, a
Doll was so overcome with joy, not only that their new friends were safe but that he recognized them at all. He surprised everyone by running up to them and hugging them both."Guru! Spitfire! I'm so glad to see you."Guru patted Doll's back. "Um, not as much as we were to see you. I sort of broke the bridge.""You fucking destroyed it. Big stupid tom." Spitfire's hug was quick and awkward. "Glad you guys aren't dead."Doll was suddenly aware of the awkwardness and took a few steps back to stand closer to Hades. As much as he wanted to ask how Guru had broken the bridge, he held his tongue. With the intense auric magick that Guru and Spitfire shared, it might have been while having great sex. From what Doll could tell in the short time knowing the two of them, Guru was not all that comfortable with the subject.All Doll really wanted was to be at Hades's mercy. Kissing and biting and fucking long into the night. But there would be time for that lat
Hades felt the magick slip his no-fur's control. The hex power was just floating in the air around them, not being used to connect Doll's flowers to the dark sand that the bridge was made of."I thought you said you wanted more," Hades teased. But the half-limp form in his arms didn't respond. Doll was gasping for air, almost fighting against his invasive thrusts."Hold still and let me finish, Skin-sheath," Hades growled, both arms locking around Doll's body. "Unless you want me to drop you over the edge into the void."That made the no-fur freeze up. But there was something different now. Doll wasn't confident in his ability to use his inherent magick. He wasn't grasping Hades's aura and using it with pride and power like he had been just moments before. What was happening?Hades swore. Whatever they had managed to do for Doll's lost memories with the blood exchange was lost, fading under the strain from working such a big magical process. He stopped fu
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