How had his entire life been turned upside down in a matter of weeks?
Hades had asked himself that over and over again since the fateful day he agreed to take a no-fur upstate. In that time, he'd found his Innehavre - something he had never really believed existed - before discovering he was falling in love with another Innehavre pairing.
Adding Guru and Spitfire to his life wasn't even the weirdest thing that Hades had happen to him. The number of families that were made up of a pair of mated toms and their no-furs was so high that it was practically the norm. It made raising the sometimes large litters of kits easier when there were multiple parents.
Which lead Hades to the biggest change in his life plans. Kits.
Both Doll and Spitfire were pregnant with kits that could potentially be his. Some of them were likely Guru's but until they were born, there was no means to know who had whose kits growing in them. The complication of a no-fur be
On the other side of the portal was a thick forest. Jinx stumbled over roots as he tried to get clear to let the others through. He'd been the first through, not wanting to hang around where Spitfire was any longer than necessary.That was probably because of the clash of their godly powers. Somehow Hades's second no-fur mate had become the adversary of the God of Chaos by assuming the mantle of the God of the Underworld. Jinx wasn't ready for the story about how that happened right now. He was too focused on the missions at hand - to protect Doll until he was ready to come out of the healing bubble and to rescue Guru. Everything else could wait until they were back at the Mousetrap with large drinks in their paws."You okay, Lexi?" Jinx reached out a paw for his own mate, hoping that his adorable green Demon was okay. Lexi had been rather shaken by Spitfire."He's not the same." Lexi's words did nothing to make Jinx less worried about his Innehavre. "He's a new thing. I don't know w
Doll let Lexi help him up. But as soon as he was standing, he was moving as fast as his giant belly could go. He couldn't see Guru but he could follow their connection with ease. Especially this close.Still, after ducking a few branches and aurically adjusting some heavy brush, Doll hit his knees and hugged his mate around his Blond ruff."You are the most beautiful sight I've seen in a while. It's okay." Doll made soft cooing noises as he petted his feverish tom. "Jinx! Lexi! He's here but we need a little help!"Doll didn't elaborate. Describing what the trap had done to Guru's leg was not going to help anyone. Calming the big Blond-fur was more important.Guru was weakly purring and sort of nudging him in response. Doll left gentle kisses along Guru's forehead."It's okay, lover. It is all over. We are here to bring you home."The lilac-haired no-fur summoned a perimeter of tulips that almost instantly lost their petals and became shields
Surrounded by everyone he loved - including his brother who he hadn't seen in years - Guru couldn't help but feel better despite the harrowing past few days.At the moment, it was almost comical as every single one of them was arguing about the best way to get the collar off. Apparently, despite having the power of a God, they were not comfortable with Jinx doing it - which seemed strange. Wasn't he the one that could manipulate luck?Doll had curled up and fallen asleep against him in the cozy hammock thing they were using to carry him out of the woods. Hades and Spitfire couldn't seem to agree on anything so there hadn't been an attempt to remove the collar yet.Something was tickling his leg. Guru about jumped out of his skin as something licked his wound. There was a spirit tom made of sky and stars? He pointed and mewed at the arguing duo."Cosmo is just trying to help," Spitfire assured Guru, stroking his ruff and reaching out to scratch the spirit tom behind his ears. Spitfire
Flicking the blood off his sleeve, Spitfire walked forward. The black sand swirled around him, creating a portal from where he'd dealt with the father and son Hares who'd hurt his Guru to where his mates waited for him."Let's go home," Spitfire announced his presence with a flare of the Hell Portal, opening the way back to Atlas City.He stood by the portal, watching as their tired party walked through. He'd set it to take them all back to Atlas City, but he realized after he made the portal he had no idea where anyone lived. He'd gone right from being kidnapped from the Rodeoto hiding out in a cheap motel with his future mates. And from there, they'd gone right to the Underworld to try and help Lexi. He hadn't even seen Guru's mansion or Jinx's bar or the apartment that doubled as an office Hades lived in.So Spitfire did the next best thing. He set it for 'home' and hoped that the Underworld aura was able to direct everyone to where they belonged in the
"Here. This will do for what I need." Agent stopped Nickel beside a small trickle of a stream.Here the woods were quiet. Deeply quiet in a way that had nothing to do with actual sounds but more to do with the energy of the space. This was an ancient place, untouched for such a long time. There weren't many places like this left on the other side of the world where the toms lived. But here in the Hare lands, they were plentiful. That was the difference when a race held the old magicks of the gods sacred.Agent knelt and cupped some water from the stream into his hands. He sipped it, feeling the purity of its source filling his mouth. This place was so perfect, it was suspicious. Not that Nickel would know that. He had no idea he was about to become a playing piece in the Last Game. It was better that way. Agent couldn't bear it if he fought him."I instructed the son to clean the wound and keep the Blonde-fur comfortable until he could be of use to you." Nickel had bent down with reve
"Never thought I would have so many emotions attached to seeing a lamp." Doll had popped out of the portal on top of Hades's old desk. "Not that I had a great deal of time to enjoy your sparse office but I don't remember the potted plants or the cozy couch."The lilac-haired no-fur pushed himself up so he was sitting and kicked his feet back and forth. Hades had yet to come through so he was talking to himself at the moment. He turned so he could watch the neon signs flash from far away buildings."Portals are weird." He rubbed his huge belly and spoke to his unborn kits. They were very restless tonight. "Your Daddy will be here shortly. He's probably making sure nothing is going to come out with him that would hurt us."Doll stretched out so the weight of the kits was better dispersed. "Atlas can be so beautiful. Toms like to put rooftop gardens up around here so when you are this high up you can see some of them and then the lights make blooms of electric color."It's not the pretti
Wound was sick.No, more than sick. He was dying. Gran didn't like to think about it like that, but it was the truth. His beloved Demon was fading away right before his eyes.It wasn't happening fast. It had been a creeping sort of fade so far. Wound returned from helping the new gods, but he hadn't been quite right. He'd slept for a long time. When he woke up, there was less of him.Gran had tried feeding him and then giving him lots of his special sweet tea. Wound loved that sweet tea. He hadn't had it before Gran came to live with him. It wasn't a thing Demons made. And it involved melting a whole bucket of snow, something Wound hated doing.Wound was sleeping again, claiming that being full of Gran's home cooking and sweet tea made him drowsy. It wasn't true at all. Usually, a full belly made Gran's beloved Demon horny and he claimed burning off all the calories with enthusiastic sex kept him slim.Gran sat beside the bed in his favorite rocking chair, knitting a sweater for Wound
Shadwell Sebastian Woolsey stomped aimlessly through the rain. He had a destination but he was in no hurry to get there.His shoes needed replacing, he noted as water crept in from a puddle he had not managed to avoid. He hated getting wet. Some might say he was a walking stereotype but he had never met another tom who hated it as much as he did. Hell, a fair amount of them used water as their first introduction to the Elemental arts.Not Shadwell, though. As a Black-fur, he couldn’t create an affinity for such a healing Element to use in his magick. His gifts - if you could call them that - were of a much more complicated and forbidden nature. He could scratch the surface of his potential and did fine for himself with what he could do. However, Black-furs could only access their core magick by using a no-fur conduit.Which was something Shadwell was never going to be able to do. Collaring a no-fur was a luxury for the most elite of Elementalists, somethin