Chapter 13: Chapel of Love

Trista did feel bad for Tori and Nikki, though knew they would find a way to get back. She had her thoughts blurred up on that Jak proposed to her.

Jak grinned devilishly.

"When we get home, I want my prize..."

Trista gazed up at blushing a bit, wasn't it a bit soon? She shook her head slightly, keeping her arms around his torso.

"You're blushing..." Jak commented. "And I WILL be getting my prize, no matter what you think...I mean, I won! I have to get SOMETHING!"

"And nearly killed yourself," Trista added. Her arms tightened slightly around him, "I... just don't want you to do that." She bit her lower lip, "What if you do that again? It could be fatal, and who knows what could happen."

Jak looked forlorn.

"Sorry... Blame Nikki for not fixing my brakes..."

Trista closed her eyes for a moment before sighing. "It's fine," she mentioned. She rested her head against his back, her palm gently rubbing itself against his chest.

Jak grinned slightly. "T-Trista... S-ave it for home..." Jak said, turning red at how close her hand came to his pants.

She grinned slightly before easing her arms to remain around his upper torso. "Don't worry, I will," Trista murmured those last words before she waited until they arrived home. Her expectations were to seduce her dear fiancée.

Jak parted the car by the portal to Haven and got out, holding the portal open for Trista.

With a polite nod, she quickly entered the portal. On the other end, she waited for Jak to pass through before continuing. She pondered whether they were going to her home or his...

Jak walked through and quickly blindfolded Trista with a piece of his jacket.

"I've got a surprise!"

Trista was obviously puzzled by the way he was acting though decided not to peek anyway. She wondered what could it be, random items began to run through her head.

Jak put his arm around her waist and led her to a house only a block away. It was neither her house nor his. He unlocked the door and walked in, turning on the light. It was a beautiful home with sky blue walls, comfy sofa and chairs around a fireplace, a nice kitchen, and a second floor.

"Ok Trista. You can take that off now..."

She obeyed him once he insisted on taking the fold off. Trista's eyes widened once she saw where he had brought her, "It's... it's beautiful, whose is it?" she asked.

"It's ours. I sold my old apartment and bought this for us." Jak said, flopping down on the couch.

Trista smiled and walked behind the couch he was on. She kissed his cheek from behind before standing upright, "That's sweet of you," she commented. All she now had to do was sell her apartment as well and move into their new home

"Wanna go get your things?" Jak asked.

She scratched the back of her head; it wouldn't be possible to bring everything though just what she needed. "Yeah, if that's alright with you," Trista mentioned.

Jak grinned. "It's already in your room. I had it brought over while we were in Kras."

Trista gazed at him in disbelief, "Seriously? Well then, thanks..." she stifled herself from asking how he managed to bring anything. By himself.

She seated herself at one of the chairs.

"I didn't know what to bring. Go and make sure I got everything." Jak said. He just wanted her to see their room. It was adorned in shades of red with three doors: One to a bathroom, one to the guest room and one to a blank room. The guest was lavender based, and the other was just white at the moment. The bathroom was stylish with a cream base.

Trista shrugged and nodded, "Alright then." She headed upstairs, and searched through the first left door, which was their room. She gazed in awe at the lovely decorated room that she predicted to be theirs.

Jak has snuck up behind Trista. "Like it?" He asked, putting his arms around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder.

Trista grinned, placing her hands over his before nodding softly. "Yeah of course... thank you," she murmured, kissing his cheek.

Jak kissed her on the lips lightly. He raised a hand and pointed to the lavender room.

"That's a guest room and a place for one of us, most likely me, to sleep if we have a fight." Jak grinned and pointed to the blank room.

"And that will be the baby's room..."

Trista held onto him softly, "I hope we don't," she mentioned. She smiled at hearing the words, 'baby room.' She pondered a bit, more on the thought of having a child.

Jak pointed to a few suitcases by the bed. One of which looked new and was never Trista's. It had in it new cloths, all either really soft cotton or silk. "Why don't you make sure I brought everything." Jak said, letting go of Trista and leaning against the door frame.

She nodded before walking towards the suitcase. It didn't appear familiar at all though she decided to look through it as she gazed in awe at the many fine looking clothing. Trista closed her eyes, stifling a small tear. "You spoil me," she mentioned with a light laugh. She made sure to put the clothes away in the oak dresser within the room.

Jak grinned. "I just want you happy. It makes me happy."

Trista smiled before placing away the suitcase. She embraced him dearly before kissing his lips, "That's sweet of you, I feel grateful to have you."

Jak kissed her back. "I love you too." He said, before kissing her again.

Trista smiled, wrapping her arms partly around his neck. "So, are you still up for your prize?" she asked, grinning a bit to herself.

"Hell yea." Jak said, grinning and slipping off his jacket

Trista smiled at his response before removing the shoes that adorned her feet. She removed the pin that kept her ebony hair together.

Jak hurriedly removed everything he had on save his baby-blue boxers with yellow ducks on them and sat on the bed. He had begun to grow red in the face.

Trista paused as to see them and stifled a chuckle. "How long have you had those?" she mentioned with a grin before removing her outer clothing, leaving her underwear as the only cover for her form.

Jak whistled and patted the bed beside him.

Trista smiled sheepishly before slowly following his insistence and sat on the bed right next to him.

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Jak awoke the next morning... On the floor. He had rolled off the bed during the night. Now Jak's back hurt like crazy. His leg also hurt because it got caught in the sheets and was twisted at a weird angle. Jak cursed.

Trista was still fast asleep, after last night. The thin bed sheet covered over her unclothed form, and remained under her arm. She apparently wasn't bothered with the small noise Jak made.

Jak cursed louder. Trista had the sheets and the sheets had his leg. And he couldn't stand because of it. And it hurt, too.

"Trista... let go of the fricken sheets..."

Trista muttered something in her sleep before turning over to her side and releasing the sheet from around her. She slowly awoke from her sleep, rubbing her eyes before landing her gaze on Jak.

Jack glared slightly after freeing his sore leg. It was red/purple-ish. "Ow..." He muttered.

Trista gazed sympathetically at him before standing up and embracing him. "I'm sorry," she mentioned.

Jak hugged her back, turning red in the face since they both had no cloths on still.

Trista smiled to herself before standing up and walking towards the wardrobe. She threw on a tang top, underwear, and a pair of shorts. "I'll cook something up for breakfast," she informed, glancing towards him with a grin before heading downstairs.

Jak smiled and limped over to the dresser. He pulled out his normal wear, and a set of new cloths and pondered them a minute. He chose the new set. It was a white shirt, black pants, and a black vest. He looked quite spiffy. He then proceeded to limp downstairs.

Trista had already begun cooking, frying pans set on the stove as eggs began to cook. Bread was placed in the toaster already toasting. "I hope you feel better," she mentioned, noticing him coming downstairs.

"I still can't feel my leg. Or my groin, either." Jak stated, standing at the foot of the stairs and leaning heavily on the rail. He wasn't wearing his goggles and had brushed his hair, too.

Trista sighed, "You can say it was my fault," she mentioned before serving the eggs and toast on a plate before walking over to him. She motioned him to put his arm around her shoulder.

Jak did so with a grateful nod. "I don't blame you. I blame me... and those dang sheets."

She helped to the table as well as being able to sit down. Trista settled him down to eat while serving him something to drink. "I'm going to shower and hope you'll be able to clean the dishes, if not, I'll do them," Trista informed before heading upstairs.

Jak watched her go. Then came a knock at the door. "Damn..." Jak cursed, limping to the door. He opened it to be glomped by none other than Nikki. Suddenly, a flash of white, and Nikki was human. And naked. She blushed and grabbed at Jak's pile of cloths. Underneath that was a white ottsel with black stripes and other markings. And black pants. It was Jak.

"WHAT IN HELL'S NAME?" Jak spat.

After around half an hour Trista came downstairs. Her attire consisting of a shoulder off dark violet shirt sleeves that ended at her elbows, a pair of black jeans and boots that ended below her knee. She drew her hair back in a half ponytail with a clip before heading downstairs. Her eyes widened at what she just saw... an unfamiliar ottsel and an unclothed girl.

The pair were fighting, or more precisely, Jak was biting Nikki's arm really hard and she was shaking him off. She had put on his shirt and pants, which were too long.

"Jak let go of my arm!"

"CHANGE ME BACK!" Jak said through a mouthful of arm.

Immediately Trista's thoughts were. 'What the?' though immediately she tried to coax Jak to let go of Nikki's arm. "What the heck happened?" she immediately asked.

Jak crawled up Trista's arm and sat on her shoulder. "I dunno. Nikki jumped me and poof, here we are." He said. Nikki shrugged.

"And you expect me to know?"

"And this happened when... you were pounced on by her...?" Trista stated before rubbing the back of her neck. "I don't know what to say or do really..."

Jak wasn't listening. He had curled up against Trista's neck and fallen asleep. Nikki walked off.

"Bye you two!"

"No wait!" Trista called, demanding that she at least remained until they figured how to reverse the effects.

Nikki ignored Trista. Jak woke up and halfheartedly glared at Trista.

"Ow... That hurts my ears... Stupid super hearing..."

"Sorry," she mentioned in a low tone. Trista sighed to herself before seating herself on the couch.

Jak jumped in her lap and sat crossed legged. He was taller than your average ottsel and almost 3 ft. "Ya know being fuzzy ain't all that bad. I don't have to use my leg anymore, since I have you as a ride... and it doesn't look purple... and... I'm cute! Wait... that's not a really good thing... is it?"

Trista glared at him before sighing to herself. She hugged him gently before resting her head against the couch. "You are adorable..." she mentioned, stroking his hair.

Jak hugged her back and then suddenly with a poof... Trista was an ottsel. "Damn..."

"AH!" Trista shouted before falling backwards onto the couch cushion. She stared at her hands... well paws. Her fur consisting of mostly black, along with gray stripes and stomach. Her blue eyes widened before she looked back up at him.

"Trista… I…" Jak began, though his eyes traveled to her chest. No shirt. His eyes traveled farther down to see Trista looked a little rounder around the middle. Not like fat, but more like…

"A-are you pregnant?"

Trista's eyes widened, "How could I be pregnant if we only had..." her voice trailed off before waving her hand.
"You know."

"Its either that or you've gotten fatter in a minute... and please don't take that as offense. Nikki said that Ottsels do... this kinda thing..." Jak said, trying to explain stuff he didn't even understand.

"Let's go see Nikki and see if she can sort us out. And we can see if there is a pregnancy test for small furry animals."

Trista sighed softly before nodding, crossing her furred arms. "Fine let's go, hopefully she'll help us," she mentioned.

"You...might wanna find a shirt and some pants first..." Jak said, giving a curt nod to her exposed woman-parts. "I think Nikki left her cloths with us..."

She nodded before snatching the discarded clothing of the other transformed ottsel to a human. Trista was glad they fit perfectly before sighing slightly.

Jak poked Trista belly with a furry finger.

"Either Nikki wears funny shirts or this thing stretches because it fit both you and Nikki just fine and you two are now around 3 sizes different." Jak stated lightly.

Trista crossed her arms, "Yeah don't rub it in," she stated before heading towards the large door. She stared up at the knob, "This is not fair..."

Jak walked over to stand beside Trista. He hopped up and grabbed the knob, turning it like a cat would, and hoped back down as the door swung open. On the other side were two very angry Ottsels, one of which lunged at Jak with a startling snarl. He was caught by the other, who whapped him on the head and made him sit.

"Hi. Is this the Gull residence? Erol here said you'd help us out of this mess."

Trista's eyes narrowed as she glared at the ottsel sitting down. "Erol?" she mentioned, growling inwardly. Of course, she loathed him and wasn't too happy that he was here.

Erol grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and sulking. His fur was an orange, his under belly and markings a gray-ish cream. He still wore his KG yellow and navy pants, though he had no shirt or headgear of any sort. He still had the gray tattoos over his eyes and ears. He glared at the other ottsel. She was a brown with a creamy colored tummy, and alot of gray tattoos around her face and arms. Adorning her chest was a red shirt that had a Monkaw on the front. She also wore the standard KG pants.

"When the Baron hears about this you'll be demoted and I'll be promoted, so you can kiss you job goodbye instead of kissing the Baron's ass." Karan snapped.

She ignored the fact that she had almost no idea who the other female ottsel was, though noted she probably worked with Erol. Trista thought for a moment, it seemed random that they transformed into ottsel's also.

"Did anyone in particular, hug you two?"

"Nikki." They both said, Erol growling slightly. Paw-steps announced another Ottsel at the door. The black ottsel had green eyes and slicked back hair. He wore a red jacket with blue collar and cuffs, and acid yellow gloves. Razor chewed on the end of his cigarette remorsefully, staring at the other four.

Jak scratched behind his ear. "So... How do we go back?"

Razor removed the fading cigarette butt from his mouth, keeping it in between his paw. "No clue, that's why we came here, where the hell is that Nikki?"

"Left a while ago," she stated. "Just popped up and hugged Jak, who then hugged me," she mentioned with a light shrug. What the hell were they supposed to do? Seeing Nikki might have answers for some of their questions.

"The Townspeople are coming!" Nikki, ottsel once more, came bolting around the corner. She stopped to catch her breathe.

"The Townspeople...Waitaminute, you are Townspeople! Run away!" As she made to bolt again, Erol grabbed her tail, effectively stopping her. Tori ran up moments later. The golden blonde ottsel wore a light blue tube top and ottsel-jeans. Nikki tried to run faster, making Erol skid with the effort of holding her.

"I'msorryI'msorryPleasedon'tkillmeI'mSorry!"

"What the heck did you do to us?" Trista asked, resting her hands against her waist as if hoping to receive answers from the attempting to escape ottsel.

Razor stifled himself from snatching at Nikki, "Turn us back into human!" he demanded.

Jak ran over to help Erol hold Nikki's tail. She stopped running and sent both males flying backwards. Jak landed at Trista's feet, while Erol went towards Razor. He turned in mid-air and ended up knocking Razor to the ground, lips locked in an accidental kiss. A Poof! later and both men sat startled on the ground, human and naked. Erol backed away very quickly. Jak sighed.

"I opt we go inside." He said.

Tori pulled something from behind her and held it up to her face. It was a camera. A few flashes later, and Tori had three good pictures of naked Razor.

Razor practically leapt out of his skin, glaring intensely at Tori as he attempted to cover himself. "What the hell!" he shouted obviously embarrassed and attempted to snatch the camera form Tori. "Give that back damn it!" he shouted.

Trista's mind immediately registered the cure. Kissing. She helped Jak up, though took note not to do so in public if that was fully it.

Jak limped inside, the fall making his leg hurt. Tori ran in after, still clutching the camera. "These are for Herz!" She cried, followed by Nikki. Karan hopped on Erol's shoulder and they both went inside.

Razor, turning red in embarrassment tried to snatch the camera from Tori. "Give it!" he shouted, while attempting to cover himself.

Trista scratched the back of her head slightly, so was the answer to kiss someone?

Tori hopped up to a shelf out of Razor's reach and grinned. "I am the Paparazzi! Beware my Photo prowess!" She cried before running off again. Jak flopped on the couch with Karan while Erol went upstairs to find some of Jak's pants to wear. He came back wearing some blue jeans with holes in the knees and a pair of black pants over his shoulder, which he threw to Razor.

Razor snatched it immediately, muttering and cursing under his breath as he tried to quickly put the pants Erol gave him. "I'll get you T-" he was cut short, trying hard to place the pants one while chasing Tori which resulted in him, falling face flat on the ground.

Tori snapped another picture. "These could earn me a million somewhere..." She muttered, finding a spot atop a bookshelf where no one could reach her. Nikki finally managed to type in a code into her communicator and a hologram of Vin's place shown above it. She placed the commi on the table.

"Uncle Vin! It's Nikki! Houston, we have a problem!" Two gray ottsel ears appeared in the commi's window. The poor ottsel formally known as Vin sighed when he realized it was her and not something scary. He darted back out of sight when he noticed Jak's angry look.

Nikki tried to coax Vin back out from his hiding place. "Can you please explain to the Townspeople what exactly you did to me 'cause I really don't know myself." Jak gave a nod as everyone else sat around the holoscreen, save Tori, who decided to stay in her safe spot. Vin opened his mouth to say something but the blonde ottsel cut him off.

"In English, please Vin."

"Well, Nikki came to me with a problem. The Dark Eco buildup had reached such a level that it was quite painful to her small body. After much research, I found that loading her body with the same amount of Light Eco should balance out the process and at least rid her of the pain. My calculations were off by several degrees and it didn't work how I had planned. It was only all the more painful for her. Tori was out shopping and... She was in so much pain... so I picked her up and held her. That, in turn, released some of the unneeded Dark Eco into me, which changed me into this. I questioned Nikki and she said it didn't hurt so much anymore. Then Tori came home, and as always Nikki hugged her... which, likewise, turned Tori into an Ottsel. I realized the cure, out loud, and Nikki took off before I could stop her. It's... ah... not what I call a pleasant situation, because I have no more Light Eco to test cures with and..." His voice faded into rapid mumblings. Tori sighed.

"Normally, I'd be as angry as hell, but... I would have done the same thing. I really don't think it was his fault. It was Nikki's."

Trista shrugged lightly, "I agree with you," she muttered. 'That was sweet of Vin though,' she thought. She closed her eyes, wishing there was another cure instead of... yeah. Though she forced herself not to think about it, hopefully it'd be quick.

Razor huddled himself back and forth. At least he was through with it... but why was he staying here. 'Riiight, I have to get those pictures away from Tori,' he evilly thought.

"Vin... Why did they get changed back when the accidentally locked lips...?" Nikki asked, softly, gesturing to Razor and Erol. She knew why, but she had to hear Vin say it before she could believe it.

"They what?!" Vin practically had a heart attack. After a moment of silence, in which Nikki and Tori looked very worried, Vin reappeared, typing something into the computer. His goggles were askew as though he had fallen off the console. He then looked back at Nikki and pressed a paw to his screen.

"Because... It's not natural in the ottsel kingdom. It's the only thing not natural... and it acts as a conduit for Eco to flow in small amounts... Nikki, I'm so sorry..." Nikki was silently crying, hugging her arms as though she were freezing. Jak looked at Tori with concern.

"Nikki has this thing about... that. She scared of it. Ever since mom left us for her girlfriend... Nikki was just a baby..." Tori had to stop before she herself cried. Vin was pleading from the holoscreen in front of the sobbing ottsel.

"Oh Nikki… Please, don't… I'm so sorry…"