Mistoffelees went into Victoria's den to tell her the great news— he and Munkustrap had mated. But, Victoria had a bone to pick with her brother.

"How dare you? You insipid little kitten! I...I...I can't believe you. You're such a hypocrite!" Victoria yelled as Mistoffelees entered.

"Excuse me?" Stoff cocked his head.

"What she means is that you are doing to Munkustrap what Tugger did to you." Plato said, grooming himself.

"I still don't get it."

"Let me spell it out for you: You. Are. Taking. Advantage. Of Munkustrap!" Victoria said, gritting her teeth.

"How?"

"Munkustrap was distraught ever since Demeter died. Then you just...let him live with you, you hold paws. And from what I hear you two are mates?" Victoria started pacing and Plato remained silent.

Mistoffeles sighed. "Look, all I'm doing is consoling him. That's all. I mean...the mates thing is true but we haven't done anything. I promise to back off. If he really likes me..."

"If he really likes you, he'll still be your mate when you stop using using him." Vic panted.

"I don't think—"

"You don't think you can do it? You don't think he really loves you? Then it's not really love. You have to break it off." She commanded.

"You can't tell me what to do, you're not our mother." He regretted what he had said as soon as the words left his lips. With that, Victoria burst out of the den.

"If I'm correct, you'll have to do a lot for her to forgive you." Plato said, still not looking up from grooming himself.

The next day, Mistoffelees woke up next to Munkustrap.

"Morning, Misto," Munk murmured. "Did you have a nice sleep?"

"Well...I've been needing to talk to you." He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well, it's good to talk, I guess. You've been the only thing giving me the strength to move on. I can actually be happy again...you've given me life," The silver tabby kissed his mate on the forehead. "Now, what was it you wanted to say?"

"I...think we should stop being mates," he admitted."I don't want to be your crutch, and I don't want to take advantage of you. I know we were great mates and that we slept together and everything, but...I can't do this anymore."

"Stoff, I'm heartbroken, but...it's fine. I get it." He patted Mistoffelees's shoulder and left the den.

That night, Mistoffelees heard some commotion coming from inside a nearby den.

"You drunk! I'm done with you!" Screamed a queen.

"Well, you're a whore!" Misto heard a slap that startled him. The second voice coming from inside was the Rum Tum Tugger's. Tugger and the queen (which he soon saw was Bombalurina) came out of the den.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on? Tugger, what's gotten into you?" The alarmed tuxedo queried.

The Maine Coon leaned against the den to keep himself from falling. "W-well, ever since you left me, I've been drinking. And now I-I-I've—"

"Been abusing your new mate?" Misto finished. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I overreacted...and I didn't know the worth of the water until the well ran dry."

"Huh?" Tugger and Bombalurina said at the same time, both cocking their heads.

"It means that I didn't know what I had until it was gone." He explained.

"I still don't get it," he shrugged.

"It means I want you back."

"Oh...well, I have to admit, I missed you too," Tugger turned away shyly, something none of the Jellicles had seen him do.

The next morning, Mistoffelees yawned.

"Oh no," he said, realizing where he was.

"Is something wrong?" Tugger asked, shifting his position.

"What happened? I-I think we...d-did we..." Misto grew nervous.

"Yup."

The magician turned a bright red. "I have to go." And with that, he disappeared out of the Rum Tum Tugger's den.

Mistoffelees put his knees to his chest, repeating "I love him, but it's all too fast," over and over again.

A petite figure creeped into his den. "Misto? Hello? Are you there? I heard about what happened and I...oh, there you are."

"Victoria? Get Tugger...now." He instructed.

"OK." She dashed out of the den and grabbed the tall tom.

Tugger stumbled into the dark den. "What's going on? You left so early I didn't get a chance to—"

"There is something seriously wrong."

"What?" Victoria and Tugger asked in unison.

Misto gulped. "I think I'm pregnant."

To Be Continued