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Succubus

Bastian, Mue, and the fecal droppings

*Oona’s POV*

Sebastian cut Penemue short, completely uncharacteristic for him. “Listen, you self-righteous bastard! I don’t see a halo on your head, so kindly refrain from passing judgment, or need we go over this again? I was spying for Andy, for all of us, in an attempt to be helpful, don’t think I wasn’t aware of goings-on! I have also cleared and blocked this house, which I can’t help but notice you failed to do, hmm?” They were both so tall, Penemue was ruffling his wings; Sebastian was getting so angry, his guise was faltering, his horns and wings were starting to grow.

Penemue wasn’t put off. “In what way does that make up for abandoning your family? Allowing them to think you were dead? Letting them grieve that way? How well do you think Andy’s going to take this? Well, Bastian?” Penemue cocked his eyebrows at Sebastian and stuck out his jaw.

“Dammit, don’t ever call me that, Mue!” Sebastian had a vein starting to pulse at his temple, and his brow furrowed a lot like Andy’s. He spread a dark pair of wings. Wings a bit like Andy’s. Something internal fractured, I couldn’t tolerate their bickering. Sebastian was Andy’s grandfather?!?

“Shit! Shit! How did I not see this before?” They both turned to me, ancient fallen angel and primordial sex and/or lust demon, looking a little startled. “I’m in love with my best friend’s grandson?!?” I pointed at Sebastian. “And you didn’t tell me! You bastard!” I went for Sebastian, and Penemue surprised me by trying to intercept me and calm me down, maybe it was the floofy angel in him. Instinctively, I backhanded Penemue away, so I could give Sebastian a solid shove to the chest to let him know how angry I was.

Luckily, that was as far as it got. Of course, either Penemue or Sebastian could have killed me easily, I was essentially an infant to them. But something unexpected happened. A horrible voice, like a funeral dirge, came thundering into our minds, instantly redirecting them and causing mild nausea:

STOP FIGHTING AT ONCE AND WORK TOGETHER TO KEEP ANDY SAFE

It was completely irresistible. Penemue and I sat down, and Sebastian picked himself smoothly up off the floor to join us. We sat quietly, totally complacent.

“Constructive thoughts, anyone?” I ventured as I looked around for the cats, and saw that they were no longer glowing green, nor shining brightly. Crow had, in fact, passed out entirely. Hmm… he must have been the source of the voice… Interesting. Andy’s cats really were full of surprises.

Femme winked at me and nodded. She hopped up onto the coffee table, her little tummy jiggling. “Know solution. But price! You,” she stuck her paw out at Penemue, pointedly, “and you,” she pointed at Sebastian, “’cuz fight stupid!” She sniffed in disapproval.

I smiled, guessing what she would ask, as both demon and angel developed looks of growing concern. “Femme, what tasks would you ask of such mighty, primeval, celestial, beings, hmmm?”

Femme’s eyes twinkled. She stuck her round little paw out at Penemue. “Litter.” He looked confused. She directed her attention to Sebastian. “Wet food.” Sebastian looked even more puzzled. The two of them exchanged looks, totally mystified. Had they seriously, in all their years, never dealt with a domestic cat?

“You oafs! Penemue, Femme wants you to clean their litter pan, it’s in the pantry, by the washer and dryer! Come on, I’ll show you where the garbage is, and where the clean litter is.” I motioned for him to follow me. He looked relieved.

Sebastian trailed after us. “Are they dehydrated? Have they no water source? I see there is plumbing-“

I whipped around. “Sebastian,” it took significant effort not to let my anger take hold again, “Femme is making reference to her desire for a canned form of moistened food that is often given as a special treat. Cats find it especially palatable, though I find its odor offensive. I will show you where it is stored, how to open the cans, and how to serve it properly, after I have finished helping Penemue. After, Sebastian.”

I turned to go, but I felt Sebastian gently touching my arm. “Please, my dear, just a moment?” Penemue nodded and walked ahead, giving us some privacy.

Our kind does not form friendships, really, we form alliances. Neither does our kind fall in love, generally. Since I had fallen in love, and Sebastian had fallen in love with Andy’s grandmother, perhaps that explained why we were, more or less, friends. We were unusual.

“Oona, I swear to you on my love of Andy’s grandmother that I did not know what would happen, not any of this. I didn’t realize you loved Andy, nor any of what would follow. I just thought you had excellent taste for taking an interest in my grandson.” He smiled weakly. “I left because I am a demon, and Chris seemed so human, I thought it was the right thing to do, I thought it best to age, to seem to die. Chris’ mother is very, very Catholic, she would have been heartbroken to know the truth, I still don’t know what to do when she passes, if I should reveal the truth to her, or just hide from her for eternity.” I was shocked to see unshed tears in Sebastian’s eyes.

I clasped his hands. “I have felt love, now, for myself. I know now, that if you both feel this thing, it will bring you together, there is no doubt in my mind, Sebastian. When the time comes, go to her, and you will find happiness together again, I am sure of this.” I meant what I said. I could see that Sebastian was reassured from his doubts.

“Thank you, Oona. However, right now, my goal right now is to protect my little Andypandy, as well as to find a solution to your situation. I won’t allow you to die, Oona. It won’t happen.” He smiled warmly. On the spur of the moment, I hugged Sebastian, surprising us both.

The touching instance was interrupted by the sound of Penemue calling from the kitchen, “Can the fecal droppings go down the garbage disposal?”

Notes

i really hope that Oona stops Penemue before he puts cat poop down the garbage disposal. relatives, man- never leave them alone in your kitchen. even after they save you from accidentally starting a divine holy war in the underworld. you know what i mean?

Comments

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SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
4/15/17

@anathema

Flowers for you, beotch!

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
2/22/17

@Thorn_

@nikitheghoul

@Maladaptive

thanks guys! i worked forever on it, so glad to hear that you enjoyed! :O)

anathema anathema
2/22/17

Congratulations on finishing another great project! I can't wait for new stories from you!

Maladaptive Maladaptive
2/22/17

AAHHHHHHH

I CANT BELIEVE ITS OVER

AND WITH SUCH A HAPPY ENDING TOO

i knew you were gonna be a sucker for a happy ending ;D

ghoulbaby ghoulbaby
2/21/17