Chapter 3

As time passed, kittens stopped being a priority on Mistoffelees brain; which was a relief, he was starting to worry about himself. They still did cross his mind from time to time, with him still helping his siter with her litter from time to time and all the other kittens that strolled around the junkyard.

Staying at his human's den also helped. The life inside the large, warm and closed off place was so different from the junkyard, it was like venturing into a different world. Mistoffelees resumed his role as the leader of the house, together with the Rum Tum Tugger, watching as the humans went about their everyday lives, always running everywhere, but rarely for interesting reasons.

Laying next to his mate, Mistoffelees was glad that their little conversation about kittens had been left behind. He couldn't help but fear that the talk would not only be awkward, but also cause tension in his relationship; But no, everything continued pretty much the same as it always was.

The tuxedo cat felt silly thinking like that, but he knew he had his reasons; mainly thanks to Jellylorum and her comments.

"Oh, please." She huffed once, while grooming Bill's fur as the kitten squirmed in place. "I know you like him, Quaxo, but really, I don't think you should expect much in the way of commitment from him." The tux tried not to frown at those words. "Just ask him about settling down and having kittens. See how he'll react after that."

But Tugger didn't change since their talk, he continued being the same "terrible bore" Mistoffelees knew so well.

Still, from time to time, Mistoffelees couldn't help but think back to it and how he entertained the thought of having kittens while the two rocked the old, rusty oven a week ago. Maybe one day, who knows, they would adopt a kitten or even actually look for a surrogate belly.

Or, as Mistoffelees liked to remember with a roll of his eyes and a fond chuckle, they could do as Tugger commented:

"Maybe one day you will be able to actually create kittens out of nowhere." He smiled down at the tuxedo cat, who was struggling with his large mane, trying to groom it to the best of his abilities. "Just make sure it's not seven, like last time… That's way too much work, babe."

Yeah, maybe one day. But Mistoffelees was happy with how his life was at the moment and he didn't really feel like making any changes to it.


The tuxedo cat let out a pleased purr, slowly being pulled away from his slumber by the feeling of a long, barbed tongue pulling at the fur of his nape. He stretched under the weight of his mate, yawning greatly, but trying not to interrupt the gentle grooming.

"Finally awake, hm?" Tugger purred, one of his paws running over Mistoffelees' back.

"No…" The magical cat moaned softly, hiding a smile against his arms when the larger cat chuckled above him. His purring intensified as Tugger continued grooming him, tongue lapping around Mistoffelees' neck, stopping for a moment just to press his muzzle against the junction between the black shoulders and white neck. "Hm… Wow… So affectionate today, Tugger~…"

"Mm…" Tugger hummed against Mistoffelees' fur, inhaling his scent. "You smell so good."

"Hm… Do I…?" Mistoffelees giggled at the feeling of his mate's whiskers tickling his jaw. Two large paws started stroking the tux's sides, the touch becoming more insistent as Tugger licked and nipped at Mistoffelees' neck. A moan escaped the smaller cat and he arched his body, pressing against his mate "Ah, Tugger…"

"Our cats are being gay again." The female human kit mentioned passing the two cats.

Mistoffelees blinked his eyes open, remembering that they were still in their human den and their pets were still present.

"Alright, Tugger, that's enough…" He said, trying to push the Maine Coon away, without much success.

"Nah." Tugger said simply, using his large form to keep the tuxedo cat in place. He continued licking the spot right over Mistoffelees' pulse, where he was very sensitive, nose still pressed against the monochromatic fur.

"T-Tugger…!" Mistoffelees groaned, fighting against the waves of pleasure. "Did I roll on catnip or something, what's wrong with you?"

"You smell better than catnip."

That caught Mistoffelees off guard. Tugger was always good at that, surprising Mistoffelees with those types of comments, especially when he said them with that deep, growly voice of his that made the poor tux practically melt.

Truthfully, Misto didn't have a problem with mating in their human den, but he much rather do so under a bed or a cupboard, where they wouldn't be seen or interrupted – as it had happened before, a few times too many.

And as Tugger started rolling his hips, grounding his crotch against Mistoffelees' ass, the tux knew his mate wouldn't think twice before starting to fuck him in the middle of the entrance corridor; and that he wouldn't stop him after a while.

Mistoffelees fought against Tugger's hold, swatting and hissing at him since the large paws were still trying to keep him stuck under the Maine Coon's weight.

"Ow! What was that for?" Tugger cried out, dodging another swat from his mate and retaliating, hitting Mistoffelees in the head with his much larger paw. That finally made the tux settle down.

"And now they're fighting." Both cats looked up at the looming form of the human queen. "You two are just like an old married couple, aren't you?"

Mistoffelees ignored the human, glaring at his mate, while Tugger sniffed indifferently, starting to groom his now messy fur. The human queen giggled and walked away.

"So, what has gotten into you?" Tugger asked, not looking up from the mane he was taking care of.

"What has gotten into you?" Mistoffelees huffed, tail swishing back and forth.

"What? Can't I wake my lovely mate up with a romantic session of grooming?" Tugger purred, finally leaving his mane aside and grinning down at his mate, who rolled his eyes.

"I would enjoy the grooming with much less groping." Mistoffelees said in a serious tone, but he couldn't help but smile back at his mate. "At least when we're out in the open…"

A soft growl rumbled Tugger's chest and he loomed over Mistoffelees, pressing their noses only few milimeters away, their whiskers shook at each other's warm breath.

"Well, then how about we try to find a nice, hidden place to-"

Tugger was interrupted by the recognizable sound of a package being open.

"Well, how about we go get some food first?" Mistoffelees asked and didn't wait for an answer, slinking away from under Tugger, stretching his stiff muscles one last time before running over to the kitchen.

"There." The human queen said, smiling down at the tuxedo cat and the Maine Coon, who was right behind him. "Maybe a bit of food will calm your nerves, boys. Pretty sure that's what you two wanted, after all, it's about time for your meal." She smiled as the black and white cat pressed against her leg with an appreciative purr.

"As if Mick will want to eat that." The human kit rolled her eyes.

Mistoffelees chuckled at the comment, turning to his mate, who was leaning over the bowl of food. He sniffed it and then pushed the bowl away with an indignant sniff.

"Told you so."

Mistoffelees shook his head. Tugger didn't mind the food their humans gave them that much, and the magical cat knew that he acted up out of principle more than anything else; after all, he was known for being quite an annoyingly picky cat when related to his food.

"You can have it." Tugger said. "I'll get something that is more like my taste."

"Such a curious cat…" Mistoffelees hummed, allowing his tail to intertwine with Tugger's as the Maine Coon walked over to the humans to demand something else to eat. In the meantime, the tuxedo cat contented himself with the food on his bowl.

He leaned in and then stopped.

A sudden wave of nausea ran over him and he shook his head. Well, that was unexpected. He took a bite of the wet food. It tasted as it normally did and smelled just as normal; Mistoffelees enjoyed it, even though no food his humans gave him would have the same satisfaction of eating something caught by himself.

As he chewed, though, the sick feeling returned, becoming stronger. He questioned if he should spit out what he had in his mouth or just swallow it; he went with the second option. The nausea seemed to get even stronger.

His diaphragm started spasming, and it only got worse as the taste of bile reached his mouth.

"Misto…?"

And before he could control it, he was puking out everything he had in his stomach, little as it was.

"Ah! Houdini!" The human kit cried out in disgust. "Ew! Mom! Houdini puked all over the kitchen floor!"

"Misto, are you okay?" Ignoring the human, Tugger ran to his mate, scrunching his nose at the mess on the floor. He felt Mistoffelees shivering under his paws and took a step back, keeping his distance in any case the tux did throw up again.

"I'm fine…" Mistoffelees said, breathing hard. He grimaced at the horrible taste in his mouth. "I just need some water."

While still keeping a safe distance, Tugger guided Mistoffelees to the water bowl with paws still resting on his shoulder. The monochromatic cat lapped at the water until he was satisfied, cleaning away the taste and the remaining of whatever he still had in his mouth.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Tugger asked, worried.

"Yeah, don't worry." Mistoffelees waved his worry away with a smile. "I guess my stomach just didn't agree with something I ate yesterday…" He stopped for a moment, looking over to the full bowl. "Or maybe it just didn't want the food today."

"And then I'm the picky one…" The Maine Coon said and Mistoffelees chuckled, promptly ignoring the loud complaining of the humans as they cleaned his mess.

Luckily, the strange nausea disappeared after that, and later that day, when Mistoffelees had his lunch, he ate with no problem – much to Tugger's relief. The Maine Coon still worried a bit, as he always did, and asked if the tux wanted to go see Jennyanydots, but Mistoffelees refused.

The day went by as it normally did and Tugger made right on their morning talk, pulling Mistoffelees to a less open place. Mistoffelees mewled in bliss, moving in time with his mate, allowing Tugger to bask in his scent while he did pretty much the same, both hidden away under their human tom's desk.


While the strange bout of nausea and sickness disappeared for the rest of the day, it returned in the next, with Mistoffelees having to sneak out of his shared den with Tugger to let it all out. He didn't give much thought to it, even as Tugger once more came to his aid, worried. Maybe he was having a mild food intoxication, he had heard of those things – he remembered when little Bill Bailey had eaten a sick rat one day and how the poor kitten had gotten sick as well.

In the meantime, Mistoffelees decided to keep mice out of his menu. He could content himself with the wet food their humans left him or some bird he would hunt together with Tugger.

But, despite being mindful of what he ate, Mistoffelees still found himself sick almost every morning since then. Sometimes it was nothing but a little wave of nausea that disappeared after he drank a some water, but sometimes the tuxedo cat would find himself running out of his den and emptying his stomach in whatever corner he could find.

Tugger stayed beside him during all of it, keeping his distance, but always making sure that his mate was alright.

The sickness took a bit of a tool on Mistoffelees, and he felt more tired than normal; not to the point of not wanting to leave their den and do stuff, but making it so that almost everything he did, no matter how simple it was, got him tired.

Like dancing and mating.

Mistoffelees didn't understand why Tugger had become so handsy lately, not that he wasn't normally, but that was another level. The tux wasn't complaining though, he loved taking any chances to cuddle with his warm, furry mate.

But while Mistoffelees was more than eager to indulge his mate, he found himself getting tired easier during mating. Despite sometimes frustrated, Tugger was understanding, as he always was – although Mistoffelees was surprised when Tugger didn't leave to find fun somewhere else, even when the magical cat told him to do so.

"Nah, I want it with you." He would say with a smile, licking Mistoffelees' cheek and nuzzling his face and neck. "This is great either way." And would wrap his arms around his mate so tightly the tuxedo cat would squeak and sometimes halfheartedly swat at him, while a deep rumbling laugh shook both their bodies.

Aside from the tiredness and the sudden moments of nausea, things were still the same and Mistoffelees decided that he was still very much happy with it.


Mistoffelees woke up with a groan, looking around drowsily while his mind got used to being awaken. He grimaced, feeling as if his stomach was doing loops and pirouettes. The tux hesitated, unsure if he would feel the urge to get up and leave the den; he was tired and the thought of getting up, or doing anything at all, was just as uninteresting as puking all over himself.

"Misto…?" Tugger called in a groggy voice, turning around to face his mate. His brow furrowed as he looked up at the sitting tom. "Are you okay? Are you going to puke?"

"No, I'm fine…" Mistoffelees said. Earlier, he had laughed at Tugger's worry about being puked on, but now he didn't feel like laughing.

"You sure…?" Tugger asked as he put himself in a sitting position, eyeing his mate warily, paws ready to jump out of the way if there was the need.

"Yeah…" As he spoke, a sudden nausea made him groan and he leaned away, covering his mouth with his paws. But as soon as the feeling came, it disappeared, leaving him breathing hard, chest hurting with the spasms of his diaphragm.

"Misto, please…" The Maine Coon whined.

"I'm fine." Mistoffelees reiterated, sighing. He pressed his paws over his stomach, caressing the area as if the touch could make him feel better.

"No, you're not." Tugger growled, serious. "If it was something simple it would've stopped a while ago. It has been a whole week."

"Okay… I'll go talk to Jenny later today." Mistoffelees said, calmly, laying back on the blankets and looking up at the other cat with an arched eyebrow. "Happy?"

"I much rather you go to her right now…"

"Not now, I don't want to move…" The tuxedo tom squirmed in place, turning to his side with a groan.

"Exactly…" Tugger huffed.

Mistoffeles opened his eyes, barely registering that he had closed then, and stared into his mate's serious, but worried amber eyes.

"I'm okay, Tugger." He raised a paw to rest on Tugger's cheek, smiling when the Maine Coon leaned against the touch. "You worry too much."

"Someone gotta."

Mistoffelees chuckled and shook his head.

"Why don't you go after your little fan club? I'm pretty sure they miss you." He said with a smile.

Tugger huffed, bending down to lick Mistoffelees' pale cheek and press a soft kiss to his lips.

"Go see Jenny." He said sternly, looking deep into Mistoffelees' blue and yellow eye.

"I will." Mistoffelees repeated in the same tone, pulling at Tugger's ear, chuckling when his paw was swatted away.

He watched as Tugger left their den, the tom taking a moment to look back and send him a kiss, before leaving, moving his hips in that typical way of his. Mistoffelees yawned, stretching on the blankets and repositioning himself to be more comfortable.

Once settled, he started thinking.

He didn't like to see Tugger worried about him, but now he was starting to worry as well. He had already exhausted the excuses he had for his sickness; he didn't really have any other symptoms of well known diseases or something similar and no, it definitely wasn't his magic going haywire and messing with him; lately, he had grown surprisingly good at controlling even the soft static that took over his body when nervous or startled. The more Mistoffelees thought about it, the more he felt like he was missing something...

But no matter what, it was clearly something else and Tugger was very correct in telling him to go see Jenny.

Mistoffelees stayed on the bed just a bit more, stretching his muscles and purring at Tugger's scent that still lingered on the blankets and around him.

Until he forced himself to get up.

Just like it normally did, the nausea had disappeared and he was feeling much better, if not a bit tired.

As he walked to Jenny's den, he found a small group of cats not too far from the old chest that was his sister's den. And he couldn't help but smile, recognizing Carbucketty, Admetus, Cassandra and Plato, giggling at three young kittens.

"Hey, Misto!" Plato smiled upon seeing the black and white cat.

"Hi." Mistoffelees sat down in the space between Plato and Cassandra, smiling down at Miangellica who reached for him as she normally did. Guess she had a favorite uncle. "Where's Victoria?"

"She went hunting with Rumpleteazer, she wanted stretch her legs a bit…" Plato explained, watching Cayan trying to grab Carbucketty's tail.

"So you're stuck alone with the kittens…" Mistoffelees said, waving to the pure white kitten, who giggled, hiding her face.

"Hey, we're here to help too!" Admetus huffed with fake annoyance.

Gosh, Kittens. Mistoffelees had nearly forgotten how they had all but taken his mind not too long ago. They still crossed his mind from time to time, especially with those three adorable little ones his sister had, but his strange obsession with having them seemed to have been nothing but a fleeting moment.

He chuckled as Pettelin crawled from between Cassandra's legs to his, looking up at him with shinny blue eyes, before crawling away. To think they had barely opened their eyes a few weeks ago…

"What's that smell?" Plato spoke up suddenly.

"What smell?" Mistoffelees asked.

"It's familiar…" The ginger tom sniffed the air once more.

"Did any of you roll on something…?" Cassandra turned to the two young toms.

"No!" Admetus and Carkucketty cried out indignantly, making Cayan and Pettelin laugh.

"It smells sweet, like Victoria when she was pregnant." Plato mentioned.

Mistoffelees' felt as if his mind had stopped working for a moment at his mating-brother's words, the memory of how Tugger kept mentioning how his scent has changed and how "sweet" it was now.

"Mistoffelees." Cassandra's voice almost made the tux jump.

"What?" He asked, turning to the Abyssinian queen, leaning back a bit once she got closer, sniffing the air around him.

"It's you." She said simply.

There was a beat.

"What…?"

"You're the one who's smelling sweet." Cassandra restated it.

"Ah… Am I…?" Mistoffelees muttered, feeling a bit uncomfortable under the other cats' scrutiny, the attention shifting from the kittens to him.

While leaning back, he felt the touch of whiskers near his neck. The tuxedo cat turned around and backed away with a low, instinctive hiss, and Plato leaned back, pulling a confused Miangellica with him.

"Sorry, should've asked!" He quickly said. "But, yeah, you're smelling like… You smell like a pregnant queen."

"What?" Mistoffelees repeated, his mind going a million miles per hour. "Are you sure you're not just smelling your own mate's scent off of you? Or the kittens?"

"No, Victoria still smells different, but not like before." Plato said, eyeing Mistoffelees with confusion and barely concealed curiosity.

"Mistoffelees! Have you and Tugger decided to have kittens?!" Admetus said, a bit too loud, startling little Cayan, who ran to hide under his father's leg. The tabby smiled at the tuxedo cat, who was still processing their words. "Who is your surrogate? I don't remember seeing you guys pick anyone!"

"N-no, we're not…!" Mistoffelees stuttered, trying to calm himself to make a clear statement. "We're not having kittens!"

"Then why do you smell like a pregnant queen…?" Plato asked while his sibling tried to coach Cayan from his hiding spot. "Did you randomly get someone pregnant?"

"No!" Mistoffelees cried out, surprised by the accusation.

"I thought you only liked toms." Carbucketty mentioned, with a little smile while he added: "Like me."

"I do…!" Mistoffelees quickly answered. "I haven't been with a queen, ever…! I…" He stopped.

Suddenly everything that happened this last week came back to him, falling over him like a wall of bricks; and he understood why it felt like he was missing something.

His sickness, appearing mostly doing the morning; the tiredness; the change on his scent. Mistoffelees understood why why felt so familiar. He had witnessed very closely those same things happening to someone else: Victoria. He had been beside his sister during her whole pregnancy, of course he had seen her go through all those same things. And now he was experiencing basically the same.

But it couldn't be it, right? Those were things pregnant cats went through. He wasn't a queen, he was a tom. And he was not a tom that could get pregnant.

Why and how would he ever get pregnant?

The word made Mistoffelees' stomach do a flip, plus a few cartwheels, and he didn't know how to feel or think.

"Mistoffelees… Are you okay?" Cassandra's voice startled the tux out of his thoughts almost violently.

He opened and closed his mouth like a gaping fish, before taking a deep breath and composing himself.

"Yes, I am." He said, voice tight and as automatic as he could make it. "I need to go talk with Jenny."

And without waiting for any more words from the other cats, he hurried away with his tail low. To think he had gotten up to visit Jenny and just ask her to check on his health...

Mistoffelees still couldn't believe that. He couldn't be pregnant, that was impossible. Unless if his magic had caused it.

He stopped in his tracks.

"Unless if magic was involved?" Tugger had said, only a few days ago.

Their conversation and the way Tugger gave Mistoffelees a joke that made him entertain the idea of actually having kittens; the fact that Mistoffelees had been, not only thinking, but dreaming of having kittens with Tugger… Did it influence his magic into doing it?

Mistoffelees looked down at his stomach. It was flat, as it had always been – he had always been such a thin cat –, and it showed no hint of… Well, anything.

He raised a paw to it, hesitant, but dropped it.

He continued on his way until he reached the Old Gumbie Cat's den. He scratched by the entrance, sticking his head past the curtains that covered the hole on the side of the large wooden box, and begging the Everlasting Cat for the old queen to be there.

"Jenny?" To his relief, he found Jennyanydots sitting by an old heater connected to a battery, with Jellylorum right beside her.

"Ah, Mistoffelees, dear! Come in! How are you?" The Gumbie Cat smiled, putting her knitting aside and walking to the tuxedo cat, who entered the den with tentative, shy steps. Her smile soon gave way to a frown at the magical cat's stiff movements. "Oh, dear, you… You don't look so good… Is something wrong?"

"I need to ask you something." Mistoffelees said, suddenly feeling breathless.

"Oh, of course, anything." Jenny said, taking hold of his paws.

Mistoffelees hesitated, looking down at his paws and not daring to look the old queens in the eyes. Jenny and Jelly waited, patiently, as they normally did, but Mistoffelees could feel both pair of eyes on him, studying all of him without saying a word; Jenny's paw patted his own in a sweet and motherly manner – which helped ease his tension ever so slightly.

He still hesitated. He had no idea how the old queens would react. Maybe he was just sick and all of that worrying would've been for nothing.

"Could you… Could you please smell me…?" Mistoffelees asked shyly, still averting his eyes, raising a paw to scratch at his ear.

Both queens were taken back by the request, sharing a look and then staring at the young tom as if trying to figure out what was going through his head.

"Of course." Jenny nodded, ushering Mistoffelees to an large, old pillow beside the heater. "But please, sit down, you're shaking like a leaf." The magician obeyed, leaning his head to the side. "Very well…"

Jennyanydots pressed her head against his in a nuzzle, to start things more nicely, before taking her muzzle down to his neck, where the scent would be much stronger. Mistoffelees cringed once she froze in place.

"Oh."

"What is it?" Jellylorum asked, interested.

Silence.

"What would you say I smell like?" Mistoffelees asked shyly, feeling uncomfortable.

"I, well…" The queen stopped and pulled away, her eyes vague as she tried to think. "You smell like… Ah, Jelly, please?"

Jellylorum made a movement towards the tux, who nodded and leaned his head back. Jelly was just as attentive as her sister, nuzzling the young tom before sniffing him, taking her time before pulling away.

"Oh… I see…" The old queen said, eyes wide in surprise. She and her sister shared a look. "You smell like…"

"Like a pregnant queen…?" Mistoffelees guessed.

Jenny and Jelly blinked and then turned serious, their brows furrowed in thought.

"Yes." Jenny said tentatively, trying to understand what was happening. "Darling, what is going on here? Have you been with a queen… Oh!" Her eyes widened, with a different shine in them. "Have you and Tugger decided on forming a family-?"

"No, we didn't decide on anything like that!" Mistoffelees cried out before he could control himself, startling the other cats. "Sorry… Tugger has been saying that I smell good for a while now, but I never thought much of it. He said I smelled sweet." The tux sighed, scratchinghis ear nervously. "I didn't put much thought into it, I just thought it was Tugger being Tugger, but… I was with the others and Cassandra and Plato smelled me and…"

He stopped talking, not wanting to mention all the things he had pondered on his way to the queen's den. Jenny's was serious again leaning to her sister, who was still scanning the tux in front of them.

"Hm… Do try grooming yourself, dear. Let's try something." Jelly said finally, giving Mistoffelees space and going over to the heater, lowering the heat ever so slightly.

Mistoffelees did as told, giving himself a quick bath, focusing on his shoulder and head fur, using his paws to also work on his neck. He felt anxious and knew that he wasn't doing a great job, focusing only on trying to take the smell away.

Jenny came over to him first, telling him to stop before he ended up pulling out all his fur. Mistoffelees blushed self-consciously, tilting his head to the side to allow Jenny the chance of "investigating" once more.

She sniffed him, being throughout, carefully placing her paws on Mistoffelees' head and moving him around as she worked. And once she backed away, she sstared at the tom in surprise and confusion.

"Mistoffelees…" She said, softly. "That smell is really coming from you."

"From me." Mistoffelees repeated as a matter of fact, allowing Jelly to do the same.

"That is your scent." Jelly continued explaining in her sister's place, voice serious, but eyes just as confused. "I did notice it still had a distinct hint of your own smell before, but your grooming just made it more obvious… You are naturally smelling like a pregnant queen."

The tux nodded, not knowing exactly why he was doing so.

"H-how? What? How is that possible?" He nervously scratching his ear.

"I don't know…" Jenny said, voice softer as she reached for Mistoffelees' paw, resting it on his leg

While the heater was still on, Mistoffeles could feel himself shaking ever so slightly.

He didn't know how to think, but he knew he felt silly. Not too long ago he was entertaining the idea of having kittens with Tugger, now here he was, working with the prospect of being able of doing so, of actually having kittens growing inside of him.

Thanks to his magic, Mistoffelees knew he was capable of doing things that most cats would deem impossible, but he wasn't expecting being able to create actual, living kittens out of thin air.

Well, it's not really out of thin air, is it…?, He frowned at himself, noticing that his unsheathed claws were digging on his knees. Tugger and I, we created them…

His eyes turned to his stomach once more.

"Mistoffelees-" Jelly started and, for some reason the tux felt like he knew what she was going to say.

"No, I have not mated with a queen! No, I have not impregnated a queen!" Mistoffelees said, maybe too loud and too sternly for his own taste, but he really didn't want to hear those things again. "It's me… I'm…"

"But you're a tom." Jellylorum said as a matter of fact.

"I know…"

"But… He is a magical tom." Jennyanydots quickly mentioned.

Mistoffelees felt the skin under his white furred face warm up at the old queen's voice. It was easy to forget that Jennyanydots was well versed magically. It somehow made the tux feel better, as if she could have a better understanding what he was going through.

Jellylorum pondered in silence.

"Did your magic do this, Mistoffelees?" She finally spoke up.

"I think so…" Mistoffelees answered honestly.

"Huh." Jellylorum huffed, crossing her arms. "I always knew Tugger would end up getting someone pregnant someday, wasn't expecting it to be a tom, though."

Mistoffelees huffed, allowing himself the chance of showing he didn't appreciate the comment. He disliked when others spoke of his mate in such a way, and the older cats knew that, so they tried not to say those things – at least near him.

"Were you two planning this?" Jenny asked, sweetly.

Planning.

Mistoffelees remembered the talk he had with Tugger, the way his mate sounded unsure on the idea of actually having kittens, adopted or in any other way.

"N-no! We weren't!" The tom sighed, shaking his head. "I… I don't know how this happened…! It just…"

"So this is accidental?" Jellylorum raised an eyebrow.

"Y-yes."

"That's more realistic."

"Jelly." Jenny hissed at her sister, before turning to Mistoffelees, resting her paws on his shoulder. "Mistoffelees, it's okay." And the magical cat noticed he had started shaking again. "Tell me… Have you been feeling sick or unwell these past days?"

"Yes… This whole week and maybe the one before as well…" Mistoffelees said with a sigh, remembering how that day had started so calm, with his mind so much clearer and with nothing but a bit of nausea. "Tugger told me to come and see you, but I didn't want to bother." He looked up at the old queen, despite knowing the answer to his next question. "Is it… Is it related to this?"

"Probably, dear. Do these sick spells happen mostly after you wake up? Ah, yes, morning sickness." Jenny nodded in understanding once Mistoffelees said yes. "One of the bad sides of pregnancy!" She said with a smile and joyous tone of voice, but Mistoffelees wasn't sure if he could feel the same.

So he was feeling morning sickness, just like Victoria.

"I'm… I'm pregnant…" He stated to himself and he felt as if realization was finally downing upon him.

He was pregnant. He had kittens growing inside him. Tugger's kittens.

He still didn't understand how that worked or how it happened. He had no idea how he could be carrying kittens in his belly at this exact moment, but there he was.

Mistoffelees still had a lot to learn from his magic and his powers surprised even him; sometimes they were too strong, sometimes too random or too confusing. But this was the first time he was actually scared of it.

Could he really have gotten himself pregnant, just by thinking of getting pregnant?

"Apparently so." Jellylorum nodded, clearly noticing the inner struggle the tom was going to. She sat beside him, running her fingers over his head fur, in a similar fashion to what she did when he was a young kitten.

Mistoffelees sighed at the contact, feeling a bit more grounded.

"What… What do I do now then…?" He asked, almost shyly.

"Well, luv', for now… I guess the only thing we can do is wait… You know, to make sure." Jennyanydots said, with a little smile on her face, sitting on the other side of the tux and taking his paw on hers. "In the meantime, you must take care of himself. Come over to me if anything… Happens…"

"And you need to tell Tugger, of course." Jellylorum quickly added.

Mistoffelees nodded and a cold feeling settled inside his stomach.

How was he going to tell that to Tugger?