Full Summary:

It's not unusual for the Junkyard to be brimming with new life, with pregnant queens strolling around, to couples with kittens clinging to their legs, to couples making family plans for the future.
Kittens... Kittens... Kittens...
Mistoffelees can't stop thinking about kittens, they're all over the place...!

- Tuggoffelees (Rum Tum Tugger x Mistoffelees) - Mpreg - Mild sexual content - Fluff and drama - Many OCs

Background relationships:
- Demeter x Munkustrap
- Plato x Victoria
- Alonzo x Cassandra
- Electra x Etcetera
- Skimbleshanks x Bustopher Jones x Jennyanydots

Chapter 1

"They're adorable…" Mistoffelees giggled as the little white kitten pawed at his fingers.

"They are, aren't they?" Plato smiled, making a silly face at the tabby kitten in his hands. He giggled, playfully swatting his tiny paws towards his father's face.

Mistoffelees laughed, hearing Victoria sigh and look down at the kitten kneading at her chest with tired eyes.

It was hard to wrap his head around the fact that Victoria was now a mother; for him she was still his innocent little sister, and would always be. But he was happy for her.

Victoria had always wanted to have kittens and that want only intensified once she started a relationship with Plato. It took only a few months after their mating for the couple to give the news to the junkyard. It felt like yesterday that they had participated as the central mated couple at the Jellicle Ball, celebrating their growing family.

It's not needed to say that Bustopher Jones was especially happy for his niece! His visits had even become more common during Victoria's pregnancy and he constantly brought little gifts for the queen – mainly food, in all honesty.

In the meantime, Alonzo joked about the fact that his little sister was the first of the trio to get kittens, even though, out of the three, he had been the one in a relationship for longer; Cassandra congratulated Victoria with a smile, giggling softly at the idea of helping the white queen taking care of her kitten, or kittens.

Mistoffelees had never been sure of how he felt towards kitten - he had hardly left kittenhood himself. He knew they were quite a pawful, but with the few kittens he had already lived and interacted with, he learned that it was easy to keep them entertained and busy with simple magic tricks. He even offered to help his sister whenever a bit of magic distraction was needed, getting a laugh from both Plato and Victoria.

Now there he was, sitting in Plato and Victoria's den, holding one of the his nephews in his arms; more precisely, his only niece.

"So, how is motherhood treating you?" He asked the white cat, holding back a chuckle at the tired glare she gave him.

"It's hard…" Victoria groaned, her eyes focusing on the kitten on Mistoffelees' arm, who was already feeling sleepy. "Miangellica is the easiest out of the two to deal with. While her brothers keep asking for more milk…" She sighed. "I'm so glad they're starting to wean..."

The couple had had three adorable kittens: the oldest being a little queen, as white as Victoria, named Miangellica - their mother's name, every single one of the monochromatic siblings awaited to know if she was indeed the reincarnation of their mother or not; and two tons, one a tabby with ginger markings, named Pettelin, and the other a full ginger cat, with a white belly, named Cayan.

"But it must be worth it, right?" Mistoffelees asked softly, readjusting Miangellica as the kitten squirmed in his arms, finding a nice position with a yawn.

"Yes. It definitely is." Victoria giggled, reaching a paw to run her fingers over her daughter's headfur.

When Mistoffelees left the couple's den - once the kittens were finally asleep and Victoria and Plato wished to appreciate the moment of silence by themselves - the tuxedo cat still couldn't help but continue thinking about kittens.

His sister wasn't the only queen with kittens, others around the junkyard were pregnant or with a new litter clinging to their legs, while other couples seemed to be planning on having some soon enough. That wasn't at all uncommon, the junkyard was always brimming with new life - be it kittens or new comers from outside.

Mistoffelees continued his way around the main clearing of the junkyard and he pretty much heard the small group of cats not too far from him before even seeing them.

"Hey, Sparkles!" Rum Tum Tugger smiled, his attention turning fully to his mate, as if there were no giggling queens surrounding him.

"Hi, Misto!" Etcetera and Electra said at the same time as the magical cat approached them.

The kittens made way for Mistoffelees, allowing him to sit beside the Rum Tum Tugger, who wrapped an arm around his mate's shoulder, as he normally did.

"So? How are those two?" The Maine Coon asked.

"Resting now. The kittens finally gave them a pause." Mistoffelees said.

"They're such adorable little things, aren't they?!" Jemima piped up from Tugger's left side, clinging to her uncle's arm. "And their little queen looks so much like Victoria!"

"Yeah, but they're also a huge pawful…" Mistoffelees pointed out, remembering his sister's tired face.

"Jenny says that too." Electra mentioned. "But she is always happy when there are new kittens for her to take care of!"

"She has a mother's heart." Tugger shrugged and gave his mate a wink. "And a mother's den."

Mistoffelees chuckled, shaking his head, remembering how when he was young, he would sleep in a small pile of kittens in the middle of the Gumbie Cat's warm den. Whenever Tugger joined the group, he would drop himself on top of everyone, practically crushing poor Mistoffelees and Victoria, the smallest kittens, under his weight.

"I want to have kittens one day!" Etcetera said excitedly, grabbing Electra's paws on hers. Everyone was silent for a moment, even Electra herself. "Let's have kittens together!"

"Yeah!" Electra said after recovering from the surprise, she seemed to be just as excited about the topic as her mate, but still sounded a bit less sure than the tabby.

"You'll need to find a tom to do the job then, Cettie." Mistoffelees mentioned, giggling at the young queen's innocent excitement.

"Tugger can help us!" Etcetera practically squealed.

Mistoffelees was taken out of guard by that and he looked from the queens to his mate. Tugger shook his head and chuckled, already having heard that same thing many times before. There was a hit of bashfulness to his expression that made Mistoffelees smile.

"Well, maybe after you two dance at the next Jellicle Ball we can talk about that." He said with a nonchalant shrug and the queens started babbling excitedly amongst themselves.

Tugger shoot Mistoffelees one more glance and smile but all the magical cat could do was shrug. Surrogacy and "sperm sharing" wasn't uncommon for the Jellicles – and most cats in general - and seeing how Tugger was such a beloved cat around the tribe, it was no surprise that a few cats would be interested in getting the Maine Coon's "help" on forming a family. Mistoffelees remembered how young Tugger would sometimes tell him about the invitations he had received from other cats, always with that typical grin of his, but still with an underlying embarrassment that only the tux seemed to pick up.

Hearing that once again, after so long, Mistoffelees couldn't help but stop for a moment and think. He had never connected Tugger to fatherhood, at least never in a serious way.

"What about you two?" Sillabub asked, getting the tux out of his thoughts.

"What?" "What?" Tugger and Mistoffelees asked at the same time.

"When are you guys going to have kittens?" The young yellowish queen asked with a giggle and all the other queens nodded excitedly, looking up at the couple with shiny and curious eyes, tails standing up, expectantly.

Mistoffelees and Tugger shared a look, both unsure on how to feel about the question. The look the Maine Coon was giving the tux was hard to describe and Mistoffelees was sure he was reflecting that same expression; Tugger almost looked confused, maybe a bit nervous, the tuxedo would guess.

"I don't know... I already have my paws full with Tugger..." The magician forced himself to speak, trying to deflect the question with a joke.

"Hey!" Tugger whined in mock offense, making the queens giggle around them.

The topic was soon dropped, with Tugger starting a conversation about something else and easily engaging the queen's interest. In no time he had stand up and started with those typical dance moves of his that made Mistoffelees roll his eyes with fond exasperation.

There it was: Tugger's surprising ease with younger cats.

Tugger was actually quite good with kittens, Mistoffelees already knew that, but he had never truly delved deep into that thought. He had always been a great uncle to Sillabub and Jemima and, somehow, he always knew how to deal with kittens in a general manner; knowing how to make them obey him and behave, even when they were all but squealing about him.

Mistoffelees was almost sure he had never seriously thought of Tugger as a father, but he had heard others talk about it. Mainly Munkustrap, who couldn't help but always want his brother to one day settle down and maybe start a family; and, of course, all the older cats who said the same things, always feeling the need to comment on his flighty and flirty nature, and how that wasn't a good example for the youngest ones of the tribe.

Truthfully all cats seemed to think that Tugger would eventually father a few kittens of his own, since he kept jumping from queen to queen whenever he felt like it, at least until he mated with Mistoffelees – not that he didn't go out to have fun with others sometimes, especially when the tuxedo cat was not in the mood. It was their relationship arrangement, a very common arrangement really, and both were very happy with it.

Mistoffelees couldn't help but keep an eye out for any Maine Coon kittens after Jellylorum mentioned that at one point. But if Tugger had ever shared his genes with some other queen, there didn't seem like they ever bloomed much. Not that Tugger wouldn't tell Mistoffelees of it at one point, they were already so used to sharing everything, Mistoffelees was probably going to be the first one to know.

And the magical cat couldn't help but imagine the Rum Tum Tugger strutting around the junkyard with a litter of little Maine Coons right at his tail. With maybe a few little tuxedo cats mixed in…

The magical cat shook his head.

"Misto?"

"Ah, yes, Jems?" The tux turned to the reddish queen who had walked over to her.

"Tugger said you've been working on some new magic tricks! Can we see them?" She asked with kittenish glee, despite already being a juniour. The other queens joined in her excitement, clinging to Mistoffelees in a similar fashion they did with Tugger; who was grining at his mate, tilting his head to the side with an arched eyebrow.

Mistoffelees was happy with the distraction and after shooting one more glance towards Tugger, who simply shrugged, he got up, waving his paws in the air and producing sparkles that made the queens giggle with joy. He let himself be distracted from his silly thoughts.