Toofy

Trigger Warning: Child loss is painful. Toofy's pregnancy has not been going well.

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Toofy lay weakly on her side atop the bed, staring blearily at people around her. Not hearing them, not understanding them. Not feeling... A single damned thing.

She knew what had happened.

Toofy knew exactly what had happened, she didn't want to hear it put into words.

Didn't want anyone to tell her that because she had lost control, because the elf hurt her and left behind the attentions of a monster, Toofy's son was dead.

Before he was even born.

Tears rolled out of her dull eyes, and she fell off the edge of the bed with a thunk. The cat crawled in under it, and curl into a ball. She bit into the back of her hand as her chest began to heave in pain.

A pain that would never leave her.

She had been willing to let the kitsune violate her, if it would save her son, and now... Now there was no point.

No point to anything.

Her flopped against the hard ground and she closed her eyes... And stopped breathing.

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Trician looked around the table of allies in concern, "The... The future has changed. As things are, we are all doomed to die. Soon. And when we die, so shall the world."

"Because of Toofy." Sai said darkly, "I... Can't you do something, Astadia? Arina?"

Astadia sneered, "I fuck with dead elves. A dead cat's kid is asking a bit much. Besides, a draug baby sounds like a fucking terrible idea."

"The goddess was difficult to convince to allow me to save Twenty Four's life, m'lord." Arina said, tears welling up in the handmaiden's eyes.

Trician didn't know what the fuck to think of the newcomer.

The human was soft-spoken, and gentle. She always seemed to speak formally, and showed an incredible amount of deference towards Sai. She seemed, on the surface, to be such a fragile thing.

On the other hand, she was the avatar of the god of Death.

When Trician had given up, and Toofy's life had been slipping away, Arina had stood between Death and the neko, and brought her back. The woman had been fearless as she denied nature, and denied what was arguably one of the most powerful gods.

A deity... Had acquiesced... To this fragile little human.

Trician only became more confused when she had tried to read Arina's fate.

All of them were bound to Toofy. That, she had got used to.

Toofy didn't have a fate, that she found disturbing.

When Trician had read the fate of the handmaiden, she saw that she wasn't just an avatar of Death. One day, not soon, Arina was fated to become Death.

She had been chosen to become the next incarnation of a deity.

Trician hadn't even known such a thing was possible, hadn't dreamed that it could be, and was finding it incredibly fucking disturbing. Especially with how soft and gentle the human was.

Or, that had been Arina's fate until Toofy had woken up.

When that happened, the future had simply disappeared, like last time.

The elf felt a pang of guilt. She was worried about the future, and the neko, but she hadn't even had a chance to mourn for her companion.

She had lost control when Kaleid had died, but Tyre wasn't even buried, yet, and she was moving on. Granted, their relationship had been vastly different, but he had still fought by her side.

She glared at the neko's lord.

Tyre had served with him, under him. Trician couldn't see a single hint of anything approaching grief on his face. He seemed to not be feeling much of anything.

His companion was dead.

His son had just died.

His mistress had nearly died.

He leaned on his elbows, green eyes burning magic, as he seemed to be plotting something.

Trician sneered, "You treated this heartless bastard as a friend, sister?"

"Slag's a fucking bastard, alright." Astadia chuckled, "Don't get on his wrong side, Tric. It wouldn't matter if I was damned or blessed, there'd be no way for me to save you."

"I'm not heartless. I'm angry." Sai whispered.

The salamander curled up under the table suddenly sprinted for the door with a puff of white smoke. She leaned against the wall, staring in horror, "Not hurt. Not hurt. Not hurt."

Trician raised an eyebrow.

Orli's hand closed around her own, "Mia... Smelled Lord Sai's anger. She is afraid of him... And... So am I."

"My magic. It was my magic, that infected our son. Hurt our son." Sai slammed a fist onto the table, "Toofy blames herself, for my sins. No one should... Ever have... Died for me... And... And..."

He broke off, hanging his head as he began to weep.

That seemed to upset the salamander even more, who disappeared completely out of the room, trailing white smoke in her wake.

Trician gently looked into Sai, staring at the crystals embedded into her hand.

She nearly wet herself in terror when a demon stared back at her.

Not the image of a demon, a vision or a prediction.

She stared into the soul of a living dark god, and it stared into her. Snarling from behind the great gate, trying to break free. Demanding rage and destruction.

She felt herself swallowed up by the storm of its wrath, drawn in.

A hand touched her forehead, and Trician let out a small and ragged gasp. She looked up, seeing Sai's fierce gaze, and again felt the need to empty her bladder. "What... What are you?"

"Don't read me, prophetess. It isn't safe." He ignored her and began walking down the hall, "I will be with my mistress. Trying to convince her to live. You should be planning a counterattack."

Trician had to admit he was right.

Arina had permanently disabled the royal guards that had attacked, that was true. All of them were too traumatised to continue.

But the town lay in ruins, most of the civilians lay dead.

This was not a safe place to be.

They had to strike first, before the emperor realised how truly vulnerable they were, and who they were. Before it became known that there was a neko here, who was being called empress.

"We need to get word to the orks. Convince them to fight." Trician said grimly, "Loyalty or freedom won't be enough. We have to offer them something more. A piece of the empire."

"Not a total dumb cunt!" Astadia said with angry sarcasm, "Of course you do. Their own kingdom, and positions in the ministry. They'll demand half the seats. Enough to depose the new empress. Nothing less will be accepted."

Orli swallowed, clutching her hand, "There's... Something else. That we could... Offer them."

"I didn't know it was intelligent enough to speak." Astadia sneered.

Trician squeezed the girl's hand, "Ignore her. Cursed to be a wrathful bitch. What's the idea?"

"Demons." Orli whispered in fright, "They... Orks were... It happened."

The elf frowned, "Demons are gone. Sealed away with the rest of the betrayer gods. What exactly are you thinking?"

"Mum says they're not gone. Just patient." Orli whispered, "A holy order of orks. To hunt them down."

Trician frowned, "Special treatment. It might be the cherry on the cake that we need to push it through. But the dragon is a shit diplomat and Lord Sai is... Occupied. Arina?"

The handmaiden looked up tiredly and nodded, "As you wish. I'll take the maps to the secret city, as well. When will the invasion begin?"

"Two days." Trician declared, "We'll give the stupid neko two days to mourn, before the siege begins. Once you have the orks on side, find Saia. Send the succubus to find the last piece of Menes' magic. I'll try and purify Sai."

"The dragons should hit first." Astadia began to plan the actual siege. "We need the watchtowers to burn, or we won't have our air support."

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Esme's head jerked as a claw raked across it, Taudry scrambling out of her arms with a pained scream. The elf touched the mark, feeling blood, and glared over at her girlfriend.

Taudry was howling, rolling around on the ground and ripping tufts of fur out of her ears. She scratched at her face and her chest, turning her shirt into loose tatters.

The succubus landed beside her, "The fuck is wrong with her?"

"I have no idea." Esme hissed and shoved passed Saia. She grabbed both of Taudry's hands, but the halfcat's eyes were unfocused, unseeing. She was practically frothing at the mouth.

The elf winced, "This is nekan diaspora."

"One of her sisters." Saia said grimly, "She's feeling what her kin is, but she doesn't know how to process it. She doesn't have any other kin, does she? Just the two of them."

Esme's head rang as a wild claw broke free and slapped her, the elf spoke tightly as she tried to wrestle it back under control, "She's from the Falling Sands. They were all killed in the war. What are you going to do?"

"Save them." Saia shrugged, "It's either that or killing her. She'll give away where we are. Xivi. Help us out. You're in danger, too."

The halfelf nodded, "Fine. There's a calming herb in the garden. I will come back."

"If Lady Castelle learns we're here, she'll be in danger." Saia reminded the handmaiden. Then her bones popped and wrenched, and she appeared as a human version of herself, running up to the tunnel.

Esme pinned the wailing cat to the ground. Tears forming in her eyes as she saw the pain and fear in Taudry's eyes. She crushed down her own emotions into a small ball, and whispered, "Come back. Come back to me."

"Dead!" Taudry yelled, "He's dead! All her fault. She should die. Needs to die! Let her -"

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"- die!" Toofy wailed, trying to pull her hands free of Sai. "Just let her die!"

"You didn't kill him." Sai snapped angrily, and grabbed her roughly by one of her ears, causing her to shriek in pain, "Do you hear me, neko? You are not to blame for this! It was my fucking taint! Not yours."

"Taint." Toofy went very still, breathing heavily. She peered up at her master and his glistening eyes. The catgirl wiped a tear from his cheek with her thumb and then licked it.

Sai released his heavy grip on her, "Enough of this talk about ending things. We will face things, together."

"No..." She said hesitantly as a plan fell together in her head and she smirked lopsidedly, "No, it's time that Toofy ended things. Ended the Sai's pain. Ended Toofy's fear. Ended the slave collar around her master's throat."

He cupped one of her cheeks in his hand, "What are you planning, now, my rascal?"

"She's going to get her revenge." The neko snarled, all her fur lifting as she bristled. Her golden eyes glowed intensely and she looked up at him, "Toofy needs to steal master's magic."

"What?"

She knocked him onto the floor, and purred in anticipation. "Don't worry, master. He will like it, she promises."

Sai tried to protest, but the little catgirl wasn't paying attention to anything he was saying right now. She was beyond upset. Boiling over with rage, and dying inside from loss.

This wasn't a moment she would look back fondly on, with her master.

Not one of those beautiful scenes that they would remember whilst cuddled together on a bed, some years from now when no one was trying to cut off her head.

They'd both enjoy it, but they wouldn't be enjoying each other.

Toofy felt dismally shallow as she scooted down, dragging her master's pants out of the way. She felt guilty, as she began to draw her bristled tongue across his member.

She couldn't even smile as it began to twitch for her, coming to life like she was a necromancer.

She was trained as a temple girl, but she had never... Not once... Accepted that as her lot in life. She was not some high class whore.

Yet, here she was, just trying to get her master to fuck her.

If she survived her insane plan, than she was going to have to tell him. Confess, and accept his anger at her using him for something so... Terrible.

This was bad magic.

Evil fucking magic.

Evil magic from fucking.

The bad kitty slipped his cock into her mouth, feeling her cheeks bulge as she tried to work her master into her throat. Giving him no chance to reject her.

Sai didn't say anything, lying on the ground where she'd knocked him. Her master willingly accepting this, whatever it was, without a single complaint.

Not that many men could complain with your dick in their mouth.

It wasn't that they couldn't. It's was that mouths are full of teeth, and nobody wants to be the one to get bitten.

Toofy pulled off him with a breathless gasp, and slid all the way up his body, nuzzling her face into his chest momentarily. She smiled down at her Sai, and saw her master's wrath.

The neko felt her downstairs get excited as she realised her master wasn't protesting this.

"Master..."

Sai reached up and touched her cheek, "I feel I'm getting the better deal, here. You're the one who has to get our vengeance for us."

"Master knew Toofy would do this." She pouted.

He shrugged, "Madness trails in your wake... I cannot know what it is that you are feeling, my love. I will never carry a child. But I would try, and fail, to kill a god if it could ease your pain."

She slipped him into her narrow channel, purring contentedly. "Master is too good for her."

"Gods, Toofy." Sai groaned, "How are you still this tight?"

"Because Master was fucking around with a kitsune instead of her." She snarled at him, planting her hands on his chest and lifting her hips.

"You're... Never... Going to... Forgive... Me... Are you?" Sai spoke between her downward thrusts, staring up at her like she was his whole world.

Toofy's eyes flashed a bright gold, leaning down to kiss him as she continued the rocking of her hips without a shift in pace. He always knew just what to say to her.

She been planning to hurt him, use him.

He had come to her because he was surrendering to whatever she would do.

Toofy sniffled as the happy tears began running down her cheeks. There was nobody in the world that she would rather call her master. There was no one else she was willing to.

Only him, only her Sai.

"Toofy?"

"She loves you." She purred quietly, reaching down and pushing her hands behind his back. Holding onto him tightly, "Deeper, Master. Please. Fuck your Toofy."

Even as he began to thrust deeply into her, she couldn't help but feel amused that her master had yet to learn the meaning of haste. Not even when performing evil sex magic.

He just enjoyed her too much.

Feeling him thrusting up into her, filling her with each stroke, was as close to touching the heavens as Toofy could get. Yet, it wasn't enough to shake her concentration.

Not enough to cool the embers of her hating heart.

Toofy began to dip down into that rage. Pushing down and through all of the surface magic and into the parts that were her own soul. Her own bitter existence.

The room darkened, as she moaned into her master's shoulder, begging him to push her towards her climax. Begging him to flood her insides.

Green and gold lights shone in the dark, as the two of them thrust against each other. Hips bruising in the throes of their... It wasn't lovemaking. But it was passionate.

The vengeance of two supremely pissed off parents.

Toofy's eyes burst to overfilling with light as she felt him filling her up. Her soul caught up in the sensation, lifting up into the air. Twisting back and forth as her body was overcome with ecstasy.

The catgirl's spirit touched down gently onto cobblestone. She was standing in a place that the sun had never touched. A place surrounded by a lingering smell of blood and death from the slaves that had built it.

She gagged and grabbed at her nose as she smelled the lone occupant of the fortress. She'd thought the stench was bad when it had just been lingering around Tyre.

"She comes to me. Willingly." A voice offensive to all her senses spoke hollowly.

Toofy sneered, looking at the shadow filling the doorway, "She hates everything that you are. She isn't here willingly. She didn't want to acknowledge you exist, but you forced Toofy's hand."

"I granted you power untold! I will make you the empress, not the holy kitsune!" He roared, "So what if something frail and unborn died? I allowed you to bend Death itself to your will!"

She trembled with rage and took a step towards them, "You hurt her kittens!"

"You can't hurt me, cat. I've been inside your head, your soul. You exist to serve me." The thing sneered and snapped their fingers.

Toofy blinked innocently.

The thing looked at their hand in confusion and snapped their fingers again, "What? That should work."

She purred alluringly, "This is common. Beginners and men of a certain age struggle with it. Don't worry, Toofy can fix it. Just a little tongue play."

The thing glared up at her, red eyes looking at her in rage, "What have you done to me?"

"Toofy hasn't done anything." She giggled, "He says he has been inside her head. Seems like he must be stupid, then. It hasn't taught him anything."

The figure glared at her, "No... No, our contract is being interfered with. You have some other demon's taint on you. No matter. Our pact is the first, it will be the stronger. I'll burn your soul for this insult."

"You're right." She nodded glumly, "Toofy's pact is the bastard elf's. It was inherited when she had to survive. She would have to make a pact before then, before the elf did, for it to protect her from his anger."

He snapped his fingers at her, but nothing happened.

The catgirl's eyes sparkled, "Though... If she maybe stole someone else's pact... And it was older... Then he would have no right to her soul. The older pact would triumph."

The thing stared at her, "What?"

"You hurt her kittens!" She snarled angrily, her eyes flashing brightly in the darkness. "So, now, she's going to hurt you! If any trace or fragment of your fucking soul survives, then you tell the others. Tell the demons! Tell the gods! Don't. Fuck. With. Toofy!"

He reared up and tried to punch her, but she easily stepped to the side faster than the demon was moving. He glared at her, incensed, but seemed to realise that whatever power she had stolen was now protecting her.

The thing took a half step backwards, "Who do you think you are, mortal?"

"Slave to the temple. Toy to an elven noble. Diversion for the emperor. Target for a dragon. Obsession for a goddess. Last neko to a tribe. Mother to a murdered child." She snarled, "Toofy... Is fucking Toofy."

With that, she pounced.

The demon, dark god of the realm, screamed powerlessly as he found claws cutting into his soul.

He screamed as he reached repeatedly for his corrupting magic and found it absent.

Two figures watched the sight impassively.

"I'm surprised you lent her the power, Tra'arsk." The fox said, their tail flicking back and forth excitedly.

The demon shrugged, "I have seen the carnage of your favoured neko, even from here, in the Hall of Hells, Mischief. I have no intention of laying any claim to her, nor am I interested in coming to her attention. Dearst lacked a sense of self-preservation."

"She's so deliciously sexy." The kitsune shivered, "Gods or men, my dear little kitten will kill or fuck them all, until they bend the knee."

Tra'arsk sighed, "I've relinquished my claim to her master's soul. She'll probably assume it was this, or you. I simply wish to be left alone. What will you do?"

"Nothing." The goddess said innocently, and then giggled, "Oh look, she's eating his heart. That's a dark magic, isn't it? An evil and lingering magic."

The demon shivered, "Stay the fuck away from me, Mischief."

"Toofy's still going to kill you, one day." The kitsune said with a bright smile, "In this life or the next... She will have her revenge. You hurt her master."

He faded away, as the goddess stayed, excitedly watching as Toofy's blood-smeared face came up from the corpse.

The cat coughed painfully, and blinked her eyes as she hacked up a black and oozing furball. As it hit the ground with a splat the woman's golden eyes flashed and became a deep and brilliant red.