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Season of the Breeder’s Moon

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The warm air over Manhattan was heavy with the late August humidity. The gummy heat was felt by those who lived high in the old Scottish castle perched on top of the Eyrie building.

The same warm vapor clung to Rayne’s hair weighing it down while making the ends frizz. She grumbled while she tucked a few stray ends behind her ears. When she became part of Goliath’s clan she hoped she would have escaped the nuisance. Staring at the smiling face in front of her she should at least be lucky she had hair to begin with. Large dark eyes were soft with warmth while a mouth was pulled up into a grin that seemed to stretch from ear to ear.

"You know what I think?" Lexington said softly. "I think you are the prettiest female in the clan."

Sunset flushed across the orange cheeks of the young female gargoyle. "You say the sweetest things," she curled her talons back and rubbed her knuckles against the olive gargoyle’s brow ridges. "I am not the prettiest gargoyle right now."

"You are always beautiful," Lexington stroked the top of her hair. "Even with this humidity you are like the rare rose growing amongst a patch of thorns, an crystal clear pond of an oasis in the middle of a desert, secret item amongst the middle route of an RPG."

"You know how to sweet talk a female." Her lips brushed against his and paused. She had originally meant for a sweet peck before they roost for the day, but she craved something more. He must have felt it to because he wrapped his connected wings around her back and pulled her closer to him. The kiss went deeper and she found her tongue slipping into his mouth, feeling around the roof. Sunrise was a minute away, but at the time she did not care if they were frozen that way.

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Hudson’s good eye picked up the movement on the lower part of the tower. Young love was a beautiful image and seeing the couple in a passionate kiss brought back images of himself and his mate from millennia ago. His vision traced to the other web wing. His head was resting against the soft back leather bound breasts of Cecilia. The gray female’s knuckles were brushing over his long triangular shaped crest. Their tails were wrapped together, gray and red entwined in a spiral.

"I thought April was the month of love," the elderly gargoyle chuckled as he sat up at his perch. He turned to smile at Goliath and hoped his leader might smile back and nod his head. Instead Goliath was staring at the next tower."What is it lad?" Hudson asked before turning to the movement on Goliath’s right. Brooklyn was sitting backwards on his perch. Marle’s mouth tracing the length of his beak with kisses while his hand had slipped under her blouse. ‘There is something in the air all right.’

"I’m staring at my daughter and your son," Goliath answered. "As well as my rookery brother and sister. Have you noticed everyone has seemed to have become more affectionate recently?"

"Aye, each new night they seem to be kissing, hugging and stroking more and more."

"Usually that leads up to an important time in a fertile gargoyle’s life," Goliath felt himself smiling. "I believe we are about to have a breeding season." His mouth was still locked into a grin as the sunlight sliced through the darkness, hardening his flesh into stone.

"Breeding season?" Marle asked outloud as she stepped back from Brooklyn. Her mate shifted to stone while she felt the everyday pain of her wings forcing themselves into her back, cutting into her skin. Her fingers thinned while her fourth finger divided into two and the talons shrank back into blunt finger nails. The high arches in her feet flattened while powerful talons shifted into weak rounded toes. Her roars faded into screams as her transformation completed. There was only one female gargoyle who has been through a breeding season before and wasn’t asleep, and she had to go find her.

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The vegetarian weregoyle found Demona in the dining hall seated next to her son. She had sliced a blueberry muffin into quarters and was spreading butter on each section. "Here’s your breakfast my little warrior."

"Thank you, mommy." Charlie took a bite of one his muffin quarters. His emerald green eyes lit up at the sight of Marle. "Morning Marle."

"Good morning Charlie," Marle smiled at the hatchling. "I need to speak with you mother, in private."

Demona raised her auburn eyebrows. "This is important? I have to finish getting dressed for work." She held out her arms indicating the fact she was only wearing her blouse and skirt. Her feet were naked and she lacked stalkinsg. Her hair was still damp from her morning shower and she had no jewelry or make up on.

"I am not real comfortable discussing this in front of a four year old because tomorrow is the full moon," Marle winked.

"It is that time for us." Demona rose from her chair.

"Not just us, all the females."

The immortal pointed to the hall and walked past the designer. She turned around when she felt she was safety out of earshot of Charlie. "Why do you believe we are all going into season?"

"Goliath and Hudson think so. I’m a little surprised you haven’t recognized the signs. We have been quite intimate with our loved ones."

"Yes we have," Demona placed a finger under her bottom lip. "I was too absorbed with my own mate to notice. Too have another child, a little brother of sister for Charlie."

"You are thinking about becoming pregnant again?"

"We do not become pregnant younger sister, we become with egg and yes I do. Gargoyles usually lay three eggs with in their life." A warm smile crossed her face as he sighed. "And what about you? Are you planning on having a child with Brooklyn during this heat cycle?"

"I do not know what I have been waiting for. I guess this is a good time as any. It would be nice to have a rookery full of eggs, our eggs" She instantly thought of Chi Lin's egg in the nursery. The clan was temprorarily watching over it until all the clans could be contacted for a conference.

"You are thinking like a true gargoyle," Demona placed a hand on her shoulder. "Now we have to talk about your chosen lifestyle. You are going to need more protein while you are with egg."

"I plan on eating a lot of tofu, nuts and beans, and I plan on drinking a lot of milk."

"Good, we need to find Gloria and ask what she wishes on doing at this time. I also better ask Fox to set up the SFM room for tonight."

"What about the rookery?"

"We have plenty of time to prepare it for our eggs. Plenty of time."

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Owen stepped out onto the lower part of Goliath’s tower while waiting for the sun to set. Fox had told him to meet with the five young clan members when they awaken while she went to the other tower. He had to lead the females to the SFM quickly and instruct the males to meet in the set up room the fathers of the castle use to meet in during Father and Child Night.

The stone shell slid off Lexington’s body as he stretched and roared. His large eyes focused on the female next to him as the glow dimmed from them. Seeing her lovely face smiling at him he wanted to resume where they had left off the night before. "Good evening," he breathed while he pulled her close. His talons brushing through her hair.

Rayne sighed at the feeling of Lexington’s strokes and brushed her own knuckles against his brow ridge. She wanted him to pull her close to him again, to kiss him to hold him, to feel his hands explore her breasts. She did not realize how warm she was feeling until beads of sweat formed on her brow. She wondered if Lex was feeling the same heat, or was she suffering from the gargoyle equivalent of a fever?

The way Lexington looked at her surprised her. His eyes had a hungry look and his nostrils were twitching. She suddenly wanted to feel him holding her, filling her up with his naked member and riding on top of her.

"You many not understand what you are going through," Owen pulled Lexinton back and motioned Rayne into the caste. "Rayne and Cecilia are wanted in the SFM room."

"I feel so warm," Cecilia gasped. "What is wrong with me? I’m having these strange desires."

"The elder gargoyle females will explain." He placed his body in front of the entrance into the tower while spreading his arms. Both web winged males gave him a confused look.

"Why are you trying to separate us?" Lexington asked. "It’s not like they just went into heat." As soon as he said it he knew it was true. "They’re in heat."

"Oh," Mercutio rubbed the back of his head. "That is why I wanted to, uh-" He glanced down at the bulge trying to poke through his loin cloth. "Sit boy." He heard Bronx grunt and looked up in time to see the blue beast sit down. "I wasn’t quite talking to you."

"You are required to enter the room used for Father and Child night," Owen said as he watched both Angela and Desdemona glide from the other tower down to the courtyard.

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"I’m in heat?" Rayne couldn’t believe the words exiting her mouth as she said them. "How can I be in heat, my clan isn’t scheduled for another Breeding Season until 2010."

"You are part of clan Wyvern now," Demona explained. "When the rest of the clan’s females are in season then you are too."

"I thought we wouldn’t go into season for another six years," Desdemona asked. "I am surprised I am feeling this heat course through my body again."

"I am still trying to figure the answer myself. I have seen strange patterns occur before. It might be because we are made up from weregoyles, those who grew up on a magical island a cloned body and twentieth century gargoyle. It could be one of those factors it could also be one of us still feel a connection with a past clan and if they are in their breeding season then it might have affected us."

Cecilia turned to Angela as soon as the question was asked. "Do you think its a possibility our sisters are in heat?"

"It could be," Angela shrugged. "Although I still don’t understand why they went into their heat cycle, unless it was Avalon’s magic."

"What about Chi Lin’s egg?" Rayne asked. "There was only one egg in that clan and there were more than one female."

"She most likely went into heat when she recently joined his clan and did not feel at one with the clan at the time," Demona explained. "Let us figure the why later. Desdemona and I need to explain to you the Breeder’s Moon."

"It usually occurs during the full moon of August," Desdemona explained. "Although it lasts for more than one night. You will be feeling a craving in your bodies until insemination takes place, and yes you will feel it. We will be constantly making love, or wanting to make love with our mates at the time, but we are going to need a break. We are going to need to eat. There will be food set out for us. There will be meats and cheeses, grains, fruits and plenty to drink." She nodded at her rookery sister to continue.

"We are going to go to the Goliath’s tower where we are going to stand on the parapets with our wings spread. When we feel the heat between our legs reach its peak we will take to the air. Our mates will glide after us and catch us. You can tease them if you want and play hard to get, or you can make it easy for them. The choice is yours." She reached for her halter. "Now take off your clothes." She pulled her top off and placed it on top of one of the chairs before sliding her arm band off. She paused to see if everyone was following her orders and had to move out of the way for the other females to place parts other clothes on the chairs and tables.

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Hudson paced in front of the group of males. He did not ask them to stand in a straight row, and hoped he was not coming off like a marine drill sergeant. "Tonight is the Breeder’s moon. It is called this because the first night of our breeding season has a full moon, donae think it will be over in one night. Maybe one of ye will get yer mate with egg on the first night, but not everyone. It’s duration is different. When I was a wee hatchling I remember it lasting fer only three weeks. My first Breeder’s moon lasted fer nearly two months."

"I believe mine lasted for exactly a month," Othello smiled.

Hudson matched his grin. "I didnae know why I’m telling ye laddie, or why I’m telling Matt."

The golden gargoyle chuckled. "I believed that happened the first few nights I was a weregoyle. I wasn’t even trying to become a father."

"But ye do know how intoxicating the pheromones of yer mate can cause ye to become quite excitable?"

"I think you are also addressing Jerry and me," Brooklyn raised his hand.

"Aye, but now ye are going to know how we gargoyles do it. Now ye have all constiamted yer mating?"

"Two nights ago," Mercutio sighed.

"Good they will be standing on the parapets waiting fer us. Their scent will become stronger until ye can no longer hold back, but at the same time they will take flight and ye are going to have to catch them. Ye will be making love on the wing at first, but ye will ore than likely try other positions and I encourage it. Ye may have to try some of those fancy moves found in books in order to get yer mate with egg. I want a full rookery. This clan needs ta grow."

"Anything else we need to know?" Lexington asked. He did not want to mess anything up that night.

"Take breaks and eat. There will be food set up fer ye in the dining hall, our living room and the courtyard, now strip of yer loin cloths."

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The gargoyle dark as midnight lead the procession of males as they climbed the steps to the tower. His orange wings were caped low over his chest to hide his nudity from any wandering eye. He remembered trying to keep hidden from the young princess during his last mating season and did not wish for any human child to become shocked at his nude form.

A sweet and familiar perfume entered his nostrils as he neared the entrance and when he stepped out on the cold hard floor he felt like he was going to collapse form the heavy air. He could detect the heated musk from each of the females but the only one who drew him in was his mate.

The bluish gray female smiled at him as she unfurled her dark red wings, revealing her bare breasts and smooth plump sex. His vision filled briefly with a red glaze as he tried to hold himself back.

"Now?" Mercutio squeaked. His own eyes were set on Cecilia.

"Not as long as you can fight it," Othello instructed. His own legs were starting to buckle from the lure of his mate. It took everything in his power to hold back.

Desdemona’s eyes lit up with a lavender glow as a cougar like roar exited her throat. The heat within her was burning and she felt herself fall backwards.

Othello roared before he loped forward to where his mate had fallen from and leaped over the side. His wings spread as soon as he caught sight of her form. Her wings were shifting, trying to find a current that will take her away at the quickest speed. He flapped his wings trying to find the same current she was gliding on and zeroed in on her.

Desdemona folded her wings back and dove down, falling several feet before she spread her wings again. She could hear her mate behind and turned her head. He was only a few feet behind her. She adjusted her wings and slowed down and almost allowed him to catch up with her. When he was only a few inches from her she turned direction sharply. She was enjoying the flight and hoped he was having as much fun as she was.

Othello growled softly as he turned after her. He raised the tops of his wings slightly hoping it will enable him to glide faster. He knew she wasn’t going to try to evade him the entire night. He closed in, anticipating another sudden direction changed and reached out for her tail. His talons grasped onto the finger like endings and pulled her backwards.

She had been caught. The game was over. She rolled over as he pulled her under her and wrapped her legs around his middle. Both tails wrapped around their waists to act as security. She heard his question growl and answered with a brief shriek.

The shriek of acceptance and he thrusted forward, filling her. He pulled his wings back to allow them to descend at a high speed while he bucked along with her. The city loomed closer to them, tempting him with its beauty and numerous locations to mate. He adjusted the wings and pulled up. The wind carrying them higher while he thrusted forward with an excited heat and spilled his seed into her.

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Goliath stood by Hudson on the lower part of the tower and watched the numerous couples take flight. "Part of me wishes I was with them, but I don’t feel the need."

Hudson nodded. "Yer wife is probably not even in heat."

"She wouldn’t want too if she was, part me is little depressed about becoming a grandfather."

Hudson chuckled and gave Goliath a pat on the arm. "I’m actually looking forward to it. Tell me lad is it because ye are only twenty years older than yer eldest daughter?"

Goliath nodded. "I may be ready ten years from now."

"There ye go lad, speaking of eggs we have ta prepare the rookery. We need to find straw to line the floors with."

"I do not know if that will be possible. The only straw we can find is where they keep the horses for the police and the handsom cabs, and we barely grabbed enough to line the cradle for Chi Lin’s egg."

"The lasses are going ta need something soft ta cradle their eggs."

"True," Goliath rubbed his chin as he thought. "I believe cotton is more common than straw, but the only way to get such materials is in pillows."

"Buy a bunch of cheap pillows and shred them. We’ll use straw, cotton, and feathers."

"We should discuss this inside," Goliath rubbed is finger under his nostrils. "I’m going to find out where Brooklyn keeps his noseplugs. I’ll suggest Frank to wear his." He caped his wings under his arms and hoped they would cover the rising bulge under his cloth.

Hudson raised his brow ridges at the sight of Goliath trying to hurry into the castle. The fragrance did not get to him as much as it affected the younger generations. He felt content he had brought two gargoyle lives into the world. Before entering the castle he glanced at the couples once more. Two deep male roars and a single cougar like cry brought a smile to his face.

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Maggie rasied her brow suspisiously at the aqua hued clone. He ws the only one who did not suddenly take off leaving behind the TV on, a pie baking and several messes on the floor. She, Natalie and Candy Wellington took care of the sudden spilled water color paints and turned off the oven. The pie that was inside was placed on a cooling rack, leaving the entire living quarters to smell of warm apples.

"We didn’t find them," Malibu said. After his clone brothers and sisters had fled their home he and Claw went after them. He did not know why they had left, or why he was the only one not affected. "We found their clothes." He held out a loin cloth in front of him. It was Hollywoods. He set it down along with Samson’s headband and Lucy’s shorts. Behind him, Claw had several more articles of clothing.

"Talon is calling Wyvern," Candy entered the room. Her strawberry blond hair was kept in a ponytail. She had recently moved into the Labyrinth, much to her sister, Serena,’s disgust and was employed in the Labyrinth helping hand program. A small buisness set up using the money Halycon Renard had willed to them.

"They just didn’t leave," Maggie pointed at the small pile of clothes. "They are also running around naked."

Candy’s eyes widened as she glanced at the pile. The way Maggie said it along with Claw’s and Malibu’s confuesed expressions brought a laugh out of her. "Sorry, it’s just-" she paused at the sight of Malibu staring at her intently. His eyes were glowing softly. "Malibu? Is it now getting to you?"

The glow left the beaked clones eyes while he grabbed onto his head. "I don’t want to run, but I want to be naked with you."

"I’d love to be with you, but I’m worried about the others." She hoped Talon would find out what was happening soon. She hoped Thailog hadn’t returned and tried to resume control of the clan, but if it was him then why were Samson and the other female clones affected and why was Malibu immune?

Her answer came soon enough. Talon’s laughter entered the room before he did. He stifled his chuckles and leaned against the wall. "There is no need to worry." his amused expression had never left. "This is wonderful what’s happening."

"Wonderful?" Maggie asked. "What is happening to them?"

"The females are in heat. They ran off so they can breed." Talon waited unil the shock had wore off. "It’s happening over at Wyvern too. I guess since their clone parents are in heat it’s affecting them too."

"What about Malibu?" Candy asked. "He’s becoming affected too, but I’m his mate."

"Unless he could tell when you are ovulating," Talon suggested.

"Candy is in heat?" Malibu took astep closer to his mate. The glow returned to his eyes.

"It’s his breeding season too," Candy said softly, a smile crept onto her face. "And we shouldn’t be the only ones not enjoying it."

"The only difference is you wont be able to have a child." Talon said. "Unless you use those stones I brought back from Hybrid." He blinked while remembering how the same mating stones were able to give Elisa Re and Ro. "Do you think you are ready?"

"Maggie could you prepare the drink?" Candy asked. "I think I’m ready. I have a home, a job, and most improtantly a mate I love. I’m ready to become a mother." She felt one of Malibu’s rough hands grab onto her own. She hoped the stones would be as lucky to her and Malibu as it was to Goliath and Elisa.

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Elisa picked up one of the hall way phones and dialed the number to Chavez’s office at the 23rd precinct. She would have used the phone in her room, but did not want to interrupt Goliath’s game of Horsey with the twins.

"Chavez," Maria picked up at the other end.

"Hello Captain, It’s Maza."

"Is there something wrong?" The detective could hear Chavez’s concerned tone on the other end.

"I’m requesting some time off for my partner."

"I have two questions I want answered before I can possibly grant that request or not. The first is why does he need some time off, and the second is why can’t he request it himself."

Elisa felt her cheek tint pink from trying to think of how to answer her boss’s question. She decided honesty would be the best answer. "He’s in the middle of breeding."

"Breeding? I take that means he is not available?"

"That is the reason, and wants some time off because the clan has just started their breeding season. Both gargoyles and weregoyles are feeling the effects ma’am."

"I understand. How long will it take?"

"I’m not sure. A month at most is my guess."

"Let him know he will have as long as it takes, and ask him to call me when he and his wife has succeeded."

"I will, bye Captain." She set the phone back in it’s cradle.

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It was not fair. Why did he have to spend the evening in his bedroom? His parents didn’t even give him a reason why. They just told him to go.

"I didn’t do anything wrong." Alex grumbled as he paced around his large bedroom trying to think of something to pass the time. He paused by his bookshelves and checked out the titles and frowned. He had already read everything at least twice. He even read the first Harry Potter book. His parents told him he would get the sequel for Christmas but he secretly hoped they would give it to him before the second movie.

He approached his Lego sets and puzzles and decided against it. He was not in a mood to put things together. He didn’t want to play with any of his toys, not even his action figures. He didn’t want to watch his videos either. What he really wanted to do was see why he couldn’t be outside.

As he passed by his drum he knew what he had to do. He placed the straps over his shoulders and took the mallets to the drum skin. "Let me Out!" He semi sang and semi shouted. "Let me out! I don’t want to be in here! Let me out so I can play with everyone!" He walked around his room for a few minutes until his throat started to hurt. He hoped it was enough.

"Alexander Xanatos!" Fox knocked on his door. "You are too loud. You need to use your indoor voice."

"Where is Owen?" He wished it was his teacher or Lexington. They were at least more honest with him when he asked a question.

"He’s busy."

"Doing what?"

"Helping the clan."

He still didn’t get the answer he wanted. "Helping the clan with what?"

"I can’t tell you now be quiet. If you want to play your drum try not to beat it so loud."

"No," Alex raised the mallets. "I’m going to be loud. I’m going to be loud! I’m going to be loud!"

The outside lock clicked before the door flew open and Fox stormed into his room. "That is enough!" She grabbed the mallets out of his hands. "If you are not going to play softly you won’t play at all."

"Oh yeah?" The quaterling formed his hands into fist and struck against the surface.

She grabbed his wrist. "Do you want to go to bed now?"

"Am I being punished now?"

"Yes you are," she grabbed the drum around it’s middle and tied to pull it off him. Her son would not stop trying to wriggle out of her arms.

"Was I punished before?"

"No, you are now." She pushed one arm out of the strap. "Now stop struggling."

"Why was I sent to my room if I wasn’t punished?"

"He does deserve an answer."

Fox let go as soon as she heard a voice she had grown up with. She fell backwards as she turned to face the window. "Mother?"

The Queen of Avalon had materialized into her grandson’s room. She did not wear her revealing gown or have a light aqua hue to her skin. She appeared in the form of Anastasia Renard. A guise she had held for thirty years. "Greetings Alex," She nodded at the six year old. "My have you grown. I heard you are an excellent student."

"Grandma?" Alex asked, his drum slipped from his arms and landed on the floor. "How come you never visit?"

"There have been some complications," her eyes narrowed at her daughter. "How did you recognize me?"

"Mommy has pictures of you in her bedroom and her sewing room. She talks about you and so does Owen."

"Mother," Fox forced herself to speak. Apologies welling deep from within her. "I’m sorry."

The Faerie queen held up her hand. "We can talk later. I came here to see my grandson, who you have kept hidden from me."

"You were always allowed to see both Alex and me."

The older woman did not meet her gaze. "I was never invited. I wouldn’t feel welcome in such a cold place, devoid of your love."

"I didn’t mean what I said at the funeral. I don’t know how I can make it up to you."

"We will talk later. I came to visit Alex and see if Bronx wishes to visit Avalon."

"Avalon?" Alex blinked. "That’s your home. Is it really full of magic? Are their dragons and flying horses? Are their roads made of gold and trees that have candy growing from them?"

"We have one winged horse," Anastasia bent down next to her grandson. "and people can turn themselves into dragons there if they wish and create roads made of gold for you if you ask and as for the trees we do we have gardens full of candy’s cakes and pies and fountains of soda pop. Do like the movie Willie Wonka?"

"It’s my favorite."

"It was your mother’s favorite too. If she say yes then you can come to Avalon with me and Bronx. Everything you have read in books and watched in movies about will be there. There are Good Witches, talking scarecrows and ruby slippers. There is pixie dust that will help you fly and mermaids and invisible food. There are cats that turn invisible, singing flowers and unbirthday parties with tea. All your dreams, and all your wishes can come true."

Alex turned around to face his mother. "Please mommy, can I go?".

Fox stared into her son’s hopeful eyes. "Remember you are punished, but if my mother says I can go to then you may."

"You don’t trust me," Anastasia stated.

"I trust you. I just don’t want Alex to go on the same trip Elisa and Goliath went on. And I want to go with you. I want talk with you, even if it is a few hours."

"A few hours?" Alex frowned. "I won’t be able to do everything."

"Your mother has to make sure you are back in time for school," Anastasia tousled his strawberry blond hair.

"Why do you want Bronx?"

"Like here in Manhattan the Avalon clan is going through their first breeding season and there are two female gargoyle beasts and only one male, and the one called Boudicca is very fond of Bronx"

"I see," Fox said. "Alex you are not allowed to leave this room." She wagged her finger at her son before she quickly dashed out the door.

The child smiled at the closed door and turned to his grandmother. "Let’s go now!"

Anastasia shool her head. "I’m afraid not child. We have to wait for both your mother and Bronx."

"Not fair," Alex folded his arms and sat down on the middle of the floor.

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Dark brown wings tented out, providing a parachute for the mahogany weregoyle and his mate. Her own white wings spread out to help slow down their descent into Wyvern’s courtyard. Jerry cradled the chin of his mate and stared deeply into her ebony eyes. "You are so pretty, " His fingers brushed through her dark hair that was plastered to her head with sweat.

"So handsome, so smart, and so sweet." She pressed her bare body against his. Her lips locked on his in a warm kiss. The feeling of his lips against hers were not enough. Her hands brushed down against his back, resting on his bottom. Her toungue slipped into his mouth while she squeezed his solid cheeks.

Jerry felt his nether region come alive once more from the mere touch of his wife’s warm body. His eyes opened widely when her hands left his bottom and grabbed onto his shoulders while her foot grabbed onto his thigh, claws tearing into the skin. Her soft growl was tempting to his ears, but he was not ready for another flight. They both were not ready. "Gloria, we need to stop." Another growl exited her throat as he shoved her back.

A red luminance filled her vision as she panted. Her husband was breathing as hard as she was and she was sure his heart rate was still escalated. They needed a breather and she knew that, but her demanding body did not. "It’s hard. I must continue, can’t stop."

"I know." he caped his wings under his arms and approached the picnic table that was set up for them. Owen had set up two table for them. The sweet aroma of barbecue ribs infiltrated his nostrils, causing a small rumble to exit from his stomach. "I’m pretty sure you are as hungry as I am." He grabbed a quarter of baby back ribs and in a few seconds had rendered it to bare bones.

Gloria hadn’t realized how hungry she was until she saw her husband take his first bite from the spread set out for them. She shook a can of Yoo-hoo and grabbed a grilled cheese bagel sandwich. She took several bites from the sandwich and washed it down with the chocolate milk like beverage. "I’m going to need some of this too," She grabbed a celery stick and dunk it into the bean dip. "Hmmm, I need some folic acid."

"Make sure you get all the protein, calcium and folic stuff," Jerry said as he opened a can of Red Bull. "I’ll just work on maintaining my energy." His fangs tore into a fried chicken drumstick.

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"Cursed humidity," Jon Canmore grunted as he paced around in front of his open kitchen window, welcoming any wind that might actually develop and flow his way. "When the hell are they going to fix the air conditioner?" He walled back to the dining hall and stood in front of the small rotating fan placed on the table. The sliding glass door to the balcony was open a foot. He despised the month of August. Always so muggy and hot and the nights were worse. The temperature was uncomfortable against his gargoyle skin.

He flapped his wings, trying to fan more air onto his back while his bare chest received the full bliss of the fan. The dining room ceiling fan was blowing at full blast and more were set up in various locations. "I’m going ta give the super a piece of my mind if they are not fixed by tomorrow."

"I know your angry honey, but your complaining is making it difficult to think," Lorrie sat at the opposite of the table wagging a ball point pen. The heat was unbearable for her. She was wearing her shortest pair of shorts and a halter top. Her dark red hair was pulled back into a pony tail. "I’m up to the food budget." She took a sip from her tall glass of ice tea and picked up the calculator that was sitting in front of her. She and Jon had divided up the bills. He took care of the rent, utilities, phone and cable, while she handled the Internet bill and spending, including credit cards. "We won’t be going to too many movies this month, probably two at most, so that means we can either have fast food three more nights, or put that into our vacation funding."

"I’m sorry my angel," Jon apologized. "I have been feeling a wee bit edgy lately. I donae think it is just the heat. There is something in the air." He approached her, feeling a craving to pull her out of her chair and kiss her. "Whenever I am near ye it increases." He ran the back of his knuckles across her forehead.

Lorrie sat up as Jon continued to rub her. "Jonny I appreciate this, but I have to get this done."

"Aye," The weregoyle whispered and approached the small apartment balcony. "It takes less time ta repair this than it does ta fix the air conditioner." He grumbled. Last winter the glass was shattered when his older brother, under the influence of a demon, crashed through it.

It did not feel much cooler when he stepped outside. Jon breathed as he felt a gentle breeze against his skin and early stumbled forward. There was sweet musk in the air. He hadn’t inhaled such a fragrance since he was with the demon. Why was the scent all over the city? A movement out of the corner of his eye answered his question. He watched as two gargoyles glide past him, their bodies an inseparable merging of dark gold and alabaster white. The two of them landed on the next building to his. Jon watched with a mixture of fascination and repulsion as the ivory white gargoyle pulled the tan female on top of him.

"Breeding," Jon stepped backwards. "The females are in heat, of course the whole city would be full of their stink."

Lorrie pressed a few buttons before looking up at him. "What are you talking about?"

"There is going to be more of those monsters. I just saw two of them gliding past our apartment while copulating. They are all in season. Won’t be long until they lay their eggs."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh my love, ye cannae detect what I can smell." Jon stepped closer to her. "That’s why I have been feeling on edge. Gargoyle females in heat. They are making me feel quite interested," he ran his tongue against his fangs. "Ye are quite sexy in that outfit."

"You want to have sex?"

"Aye it will help," He reached for her zipper. There was something else that was bothering him, a perfume that was even more arousing than the air outside. He slid down her shorts and the room became brighter. He should have known. The scent was coming from his wife. His hips trembled as he slid down her panties. He couldn’t remember the last time her heat was this hypnotic. He rearched for her hips and held on while his tongue darted against her warm and moist folds.

"Jon?" Lorrie felt a warm tingle trembled through body with the first lick. She stared down at her husband as his tongue continued to rub against her lower lips. "Where are your nose plugs?"

His only response was a growl as his lips clamped down on her clit and his tongue entered into her wetness.

She grabbed onto his face and shoved him back. Her hands immediatly grabbed on to the hem of her underwear and shorts and pulled them up. "Jon?"

He had his moss green wings folded over in front of him in a leathery shield. "I cannae control meself. Yer scent is powerful."

"What about your nose-plugs?"

"I can slip them on." His wings slowly lowered to reveal he was holding his nostrils closed.

"Or we can both go into the bedroom," she walked towards the entrance to their dining room and paused. "and get naked. Colin is asleep and we still have his baby monitors on."

"Lorrie?" He rose his brow ridges questionably, but Lorrie had slipped out. He closed the sliding glass door and locked it before he entered their bedroom. The light was turned off but he was still able to see his wife rush towards him without her tank top. He stepped back when she leapt into his arms.

Her lips left his and took in his confused expression. Her second kiss went deeper and lasted longer his tongue brushed against his lips, but did not enter. "Remember we both want three."

"Ye want to get pregnant?" He was answered with another deeper kiss. Soft lips slid from his mouth to his cheek.

"It’s your breeding season too." Her fingers ran through his hair while she traced the length of his ear with her tongue and took the pointed tip into her mouth. Her hands left his head and slid down his back, reaching for his sensitive spot between his wings. She felt his hands grab onto the straps of her bra and unhook the clasps. She stepped back and let the undergarment slide off her limbs.

The wanting that had developed in Jon’s loins had quickly returned. He pulled off his own black pants and gently grabbed onto her breast. His fingers carefully rubbed across the smooth surface before he licked both of her erect nipples. Jon kissed her skin, right under her breasts and slid her shorts down to the floor. He held his breath as he pulled her panties down to join them.

She steeped out of the last of her clothes and crawled into bed. Jon climbed on top of her, his own body as naked as hers. She savored the smooth sounds’ of her husband’s growls while staring into his glowing eyes. "Yes Jon." The words were barely whispered and she felt herself filled. She bucked along with her husband’s ministrations. She was surprised at the sudden savage thrusts and how fast they were, but she was far from complaining, not when they were so enjoyable.

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A sudden craving for kettle corn style of popcorn had developed in Hudson’s mouth. A Knight’s Tale was about to come on HBO and the more he watched it the more he enjoyed it. It was slowly becoming one of his favorite movies despite the music.

As he entered the dining hall he noticed a smooth red tail and a gray spade tipped tale exiting the room in the opposite direction. "Good, they know when to catch their breath." He paused by the table. The food that had been laid out appeared like it was ravaged by a swarm of locusts. He was about to enter the kitchen when he heard a vibrating rhythm behind him. He turned around and noticed the table was shaking. "What in the world?"

His answer came in the form of a black arm poking through the table cloth. Othello’s head and shoulders followed. The former cyborg did not even notice his teacher behind him as he grabbed one of the bowls, half full of mixed nuts, and brought it under the table with him.

"Whatever it takes," Hudson chuckled as he entered the kitchen.

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Elisa stifled a yawn as headed for the kitchen the following morning towing her son and daughter behind her.

"Mama seepy?" Rowan asked.

Elisa smiled at her son. "I’m not tired at all, sometimes when we yawn it’s to shake the last bits of the sandman’s dust from our eyes." Her daughter had started to yawn when she was only half way through her sentence. "And sometimes it’s addictive." She grabbed their tiny hands. "Your oatmeal is waiting."

"Wid cim-mon?" Rowan asked.

"Yes, with cinnamon."

"Seepy pepo?" Rebecca pointed at the weregoyles clustered around the dining room table. Owen had cleaned up the food from last night and replaced the linens. Jerry had folded his arms on the table and was resting his head on them. Gloria seemed to be concentrating on her coffee, Matt had one elbow on the table, his head placed on the open palm. Marle had her face on the table without any limbs to cradle her head. Dominique was the only one standing up. She leaned over her son as she cut up his breakfast sausage into bite size pieces.

"I’m surprised you guys are not in bed," Elisa said as she set up the twin’s highchairs. "Are there any buns in the ovens?"

"No buns," Charlie answered. "Just toast, sausage and scrambled eggs."

"I believe my son speaks for everyone," Dominique‘s mouth pulled up into a small smirk. "None of the pure gargoyles were able to bake either."

"Maybe tonight," Elisa placed the tawny hued halfling in his chair first. "Why are you still awake?"

"We want to have something to eat first," Gloria said before she took another bite of her toast. "We are both hungry and exhausted."

"Any news from the Labyrinth?"

"Your brother hasn’t called," Dominique slid the small stack of bibs towards her.

"Where is Alex, Mommy?" Charlie asked before taking a drink from his glass of milk.

"He is with his grandmother."

"Oh," he was silent while he ate part of his toast. "Where is that?"

"It’s on an island."

"Can I go?"

"I’m sorry but you cannot."

"Why?"

Demona remembered reading in a magazine about how a four year old asks around a hundred questions a day. "Your father and I do not how to get there."

"Can I see my grandma?"

The question had caused Matt to sit up. "Sure you can. In fact how would you like to spend a few weeks with Nana and Bepop?"

"I get to sleepover?" Charlie eyes brightened. "Yeah, I wanna go now!" The preschooler bounced in his chair.

"After you eat your breakfast," His mother took a napkin and dabbed the corner of his mouth. "I’ll help you pack and Owen will drive you over."

"I should call them," Matt yawned.

"I’ll call them now. You finish your breakfast and then go to bed."

A small moan came from Marle as she sat up. "Maybe I should go to bed now. I have to wait tonight to try again. The rest of you can bake during the day."

"After we get some food and rest," Gloria smiled and gently grabbed onto her husband’s hand.

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Not being able to make his mate become with egg was one thought lingering on the mind of the second in command but a few other thoughts had crept inside and did not leave even when the sun had risen and his body had hardened into stone. Thoughts of which female of the clan would be first to become with egg, which would be last and which member of the Labyrinth clan would become the first to have a life develop inside her.

The thoughts were still on his mind as he cast off his thin stone skin. "I’ve been wondering how the Labyrinth clan is doing."

"Its the second day of our breeding season and these are the first words out of his mouth," Jerry said while trying not to groan. He still felt the painful aftershocks of his transformation. "I’m sure the misses wouldn’t want to hear that."

"Hear me out," he held up a finger. "Have we any word on the Labyrinth clan and how many of them have been knocked up?"

"Elisa said they had the same amount of luck as we did," Matt‘s eyes did not leave the opposite tower. The females were talking with each other. Any second they would take to the wing and he wanted to catch Demona as quickly as possible.

"So Eleanor isn’t with egg yet."

"Congratulations, Captain Obvious," Lexington said. "Why do you care if she is with egg or not?"

"I think she’ll be the first. She was created to breed."

"So was Delilah, and I think she has a better chance."

"So is that a bet then?" Brooklyn raised his brow ridges.

"Why do you want to gamble?" Lexington asked.

"Not really gambling. I just want to know what everyone else thinks." He turned around to face the other tower. The sight of his ice blue mate brought a smile to his beak. Even from a distance she was beautiful. Her small features, her short cut dark hair. He watched as her cloaked wing’s shifted slightly, revealing part of her left breast.

"Delilah was created to be the perfect companion and Eleanor was created to be addicted to sex. I would think Delilah would have a better chance."

"Nice reasoning, but I think Eleanor is still going to beat her by a night. She and Brentwood will be having sex nonstop."

"Will you two stop?" Broadway frowned in disgust. "We are supposed to be thinking about our mates and you are talking about the sex lives of our mates’ clones. His brothers gave each other a smirk while lashing their tails against the stone floor, creating a whip like sound. "I’m not whipped."

"Do not allow them to get to you," Othello grabbed the portly gargoyles arm in the traditional warrior manner. "We are the mature ones. In fact I feel frightened that two of us who are trying to bring new life in this world are still behaving like hatchlings."

Brooklyn chose to ignore him. "Let’s just say I was in a gambling mood. How much do you want to wager Eleanor kills the rabbit first?"

"What do you want?" Lex asked.

"One week I get first dibs on the video games and first choice of movie videos."

"And if Delilah is pregnant You make me a model of a stealth bomber."

"Stealth bomber," Brooklyn nodded. The heavy musk from the females had wafted their way and Marle’s fragrance had compelled him to climb on top of one of the battlments. The females glanced their way briefly before they took to the air. Brooklyn pushed himself off and pumped his wings, forcing him to catch up with them.

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"Oh for fucks sake!" Frank raced out of the rec room with his hand over his eyes. He didn’t stop running until he reached the living room of the gargoyle’s section. He fell backwards into the couch, wings folded over his trembling body. "Couldn’t they do that outside in the courtyard, or in their bedrooms or somewhere in the city?" He wanted to see if he could break his old record on the Star Trek pinball machine. He wasn’t expecting to find Mercutio mounting Cecilia on the pool table.

He slowly parted his wings and glanced at the blank screen of the television. "Hudson?" The elderly gargoyle did not answer him. He approached the red plush chair favored by the clan elder and to his annoyance found it was bare. "Great, no one is around to here me bitch." During the breeding season the clan was free from patrolling the city. Even those not participating were aloud to stay home and relax. The only problem for the emerald green weregoyle was he soon discovered was there was not much for him to do. Not enough clan members to play cards with. His daughter, Macy, was placed in her crib ten minutes ago and his mate was taking a bath.

A smile developed across his short and wide beak as he thought about Jam being wet and naked. "I’m sure she won’t mind an interruption. Hell, it seems everyone else is having sex but me." He raced through the hall, only to pause when Othello aproached him.

"How are things brother?" The ebony hued gargoyle was fully dressed and his golden locks were saturated with sweat.

"Pretty dull," Frank replied. "Except I was nearly blinded when I entered the rec room. Why do those kids have to have sex in there is a big question, and why are you dressed?" His spiked brow ridges raised at the sight of Othello’s red leather top and gray loin cloth.

"Because we no longer need to continue," Desdemona walked up behind her mate. Even with her large split wings folded Frank could see her strapless halter top and loin cloth. Her violet eyes were warm and her mouth seemed frozen in a smile. Frank sniffed and could not smell any pheromones emitting from her.

"You mean you guys got yourselves a little eggbert?" Frank grinned and gave thumbs up. "At least that’s one down. If anyone needs me tell them I’m with my mate, and we want to be alone."

"We will let everyone know you wish to be alone," Desdemona said.

"Thanks Desi." Frank spat into his hands and rubbed it through his light brown hair, slicking it back. He folded his wings across and shouldered and marched off into the direction of his and Jam’s living quarters. "I think it’s hot in here, so lets take off all our clothes.I am getting so hot, I wanna take my cloths off."

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The almost perfectly round shape of the glowing moon was the only light highlighting the sky over the city. The artificial glow from the buildings beneath the canopy blocked out the natraul beauty of the stars.

Lexington stared out at the late summer sky while perched on the railing of the repaired clock tower over the 23rd precinct. Most of the entire clock had been replaced. Only a few of the original gears were still intact while face plate, roman style numbers, and metal hands were brand new. The interior of the tower even had a new paint job. There was also a new addition in the form of a security camera. The camera constantly moved, red light blinking.

"Whoever is watching security just got themselves a good show," he smirked while he sat back, giving his loins a much needed rest.

"Lexington," the soft voice of his mate sang out his name. He turned around to see Rayne standing in the entrance of the tower. She was leaning against the door, her shoulders brushing against the wood. She tapped the tips of talons against her thigh and shifted her hips.

"Uh-huh," the words came out in a half gasp and a half squeak. His large eyes were glued on her bare orange skin as she spun around and retreated into the building, bottom shaking from side to side. "I’m coming." He tried to sing, but her scent had spiked again, causing his voice to fade into an aroused growl. Animal instinct took over his body. A heat developed between his legs as he dropped to the ground and raced into the tower. Large eyes filled with an alabaster radience, illuminating the room.

Rayne heard Lex’s talons against the hard stone floor and quickly turned around to intercept his eager body. She staggered backwards from the impact of her mate tackling her and fell backwards, landing exactly in front of the camera. Her legs spread briefly, allowing the smooth tip of his tail to brush against her warm flesh before she folded her legs over his shoulders. He entered her one quick and rough thrust. Her growls pleaded with him to continue, to be fast and rough.

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The tangle of limbs that were crimson and blue so pale they were almost white occupied the top of the tallest tower. Brooklyn rocked his hips over his mate’s warm thighs. His head reared back as he continued to moan non stop. He didn’t know why they were in the missionary position.If he wanted to succeed in impregnating his mate he would need to try the other positions, although they had done every position they knew. Before sunrise he was going to ask her to look up for new ways on the Internet.

He trusted forward, flooding his mate with his seed while his beak parted to release a roar. As soon as the echoes of his deep animalistic cry had faded the cougar like cry of his mate filled his ears. He stared,panting, at the crimson glow of Marle’s eyes. "Never...been that close," he licked his lips. "Never been that close before."

"Yeah," she rested her head against the stone. "Sun is about to rise. I should go to the other tower and get my things while I can still glide." Saying she was tired was an understatement. She was exhausted. She planned on going to sleep first and eat something later. She also felt something else. A strange feeling that occurred shortly after her tremors had wound down. She couldn’t quite figure it out, but she felt complete.

"Marle?" Brooklyn’s nose twitched.

"Yes?" She opened her eyes. The large grin on his beak would have made her laugh if she wasn’t so tired. She smiled back at him.

"No more pheromones," Brooklyn brushed his hand against her breasts. "You are not in heat any more."

She blinked when the realization had registered in her mind. "I’m with egg?" She sat up and sated down at her stomach. "I’m with egg." She repeated in a whisper.

"Yeah." He stroked her stomach.

She slowly rose to her feet. "I guess that means I can go get my clothes." She kissed the side of his face.

"You get plenty of rest now," He called after her as she glided to the next tower. The other members of the clan were gliding back towards the tower, ready to rest for the day. "And make sure eat everything Demona tells you to eat."

He reached for his loin cloth and was buckling the belt as Goliath and Hudson were approaching him. He flashed them a smug grin. "There’s another egg for the rookery. I’m going to be a father." Him as a father. He almost couldn’t believe the possibility, but it was true. "I’m going to be a father!" He raised his arms over his head and cried out to the world. His voice was still shouting out when the first rays of dawn broke through the night.

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The sky over the magical island was clear, save for one large thick cloud that resembled a shower head. Water poured down in streams from the holes in the cloud and fell onto the long rainbow converted into a slide. Even thought it was night time the prismatic bands still glowed with a soft light as they swirled around into roller-coaster like humps and spirals.

The rain water provided enough slick force to propel the rubber inner tube and it’s occupant down the slippery beams. Alex Xanatos held his arms over his head as he rode down the twisted slide, yelling with joy.

The ride came to a sudden stop ten feet above a crystal clear pond. Alex held on tightly to his tube as he plummeted to the water. Both he and the tube bobbed briefly below the surface before popping back up. The tube disapeared, only to be replaced by a large clear bubble surrounding him.

He stared out at the world around him. The gentle breezes blew through the trees, causing the branches to rustle. The rocks surrounding the water were almost like semi transparent crystals, each one glowing with different colored radiance. He heard the familiar sounds of gargoyles roaring in the not too distance and the giggling of three young females beneath him.

He stared down as three different girls poked their heads through the waves. He first thought they were the Wyrd sisters but they looked younger--not children--girls old enough to learn how to drive. They also appeared to be completely different in appearance, not just hair color. The female with the angular face also had the smallest nose and widest smile. Her large pale blue eyes matched the color of her hair. The one with blond hair plummeting bellow her pale shoulders and into the water had almond shaped eyes of the deepest green color Alex had ever seen of someone’s eyes. Freckles were splashed across her face and her smile had full plump lips.

The one with the dark pink hair set in braids was the prettiest to Alex. Round amethyst eyes were framed with thick lashes, her nose was pert with a bit of ski jump at the end. When she smiled her cupid’s bow shaped lips her cheeks developed dimples. Her skin was a tint darker than the other two.

"Did the prince enjoy his slide?" The one with the blue hair asked.

"It was great," Alex grinned. "Thank you."

"Do you like the bubble?" The blond asked.

"Yes," Alex nodded again.

"Do you want to play with us?" Pink asked, her hands clasped together. "Please say yes." Her lower lip pouted out while her she bat her thick lashes.

"Let’s play." Alex’s reply emitted more giggles and clapping from the girls. They stood up revealing chests covered in seashell bikini’s and dove back into the water. Large fish tails poked through the water. Each one was covered in the over lapping scales and ending in diaphanous flukes.

Alex tried to search for the mermaids, but found nothing. He only saw one of the female bodies as it swam beneath the surface and swam beneath him. The young mermaid shot up, holding the bubble over her head and threw it and Alex across the water.

"Watch my back fin," Blue shouted as her large fins slapped against the bubble, sending him rolling across the opposite direction, not stopping until Pink popped above the surface, her head striking the bubble and sending the young quaterling through the air. He was tossed back between the three of the them a few more times before Pink grabbed on to the bubble.

"Are you okay young prince?" She asked while staring through the transparent shield. "You are not feeling sick in your tummy, or sore?"

"I’m okay. This is a lot of fun."

"One last kick?"

"Yes, please."

She turned back to the others. "Watch this." She tossed the bubble high above her head before she jumped out of the water and somersaulted backwards. Her tail slapping against the side of the bubble as she dove beneath the surface. Alex’s bubble flew through the air tumbling a few times before it skipped across the smooth surface and bounced out onto the grass . The bubble rolled a few feet before stopping and melted into clear goo, covering the boy and reforming itself into the clothes Alex arrived in.

Alex did not move from where he laid in the grass, panting and staring up at the stars. The shower head shaped cloud and rainbow slide were long gone. "This place is better than Disneyworld. I got to bring Charlie here."

"Alex come here," The boy narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the sound of a strang voice calling out to him. "Come to the pineapple tree."

"Pineapple?" Alex didn’t know they grew from trees. He looked around, seeing nothing but pine trees. All of the tall green trees were the same, except for one. Its branches hung heavy from the apples it bore. Apples in a pine tree? "Oh, pine-apple tree." He scrambled to the tree, wondering what fun activity was waiting for him. "Hello?"

"Hello." A pale gray upside down face descended in front of him. The child gasped as he stepped back. The man hung from a single thin rope from one of the tree’s branches. His long needle like fingers and toes gripped the end.

"Are you like spider man?" Alex asked as he stared into the man’s pink eyes. The way he hung reminded the child of the hero from the movie he saw a few months ago.

"I’m a bit like a spider, yes." He let go of the rope and reached for the ground with his long slender arms, that were longer than Alex’s whole body. Holding onto the ground his toes let go of the rope and bent down over his head. The man stood up in manner of a eerie somersault. Long white stringy hair bounced across his shoulders and flowed down to his knees. "I am Cobweb. I am one of your grandmother’s personal servants."

"Like Owen is my daddy’s personal servant?"

The slender fae smirked. "Exactly. Tell me, did you like my pine-apple tree?" He reached up and grabbed one of the ruby red fruit’s.

"That was pretty cool."

"I know where there are some other fun trees where some of the apples are covered in buttery golden caramel and shiny pink candy coating. We have special Pea pods that are really M pod’s, R pods, and S pods, because they are full of tiny candies that are either full of chocolate, peanut butter and fruity chews.

"The candy garden from Willy Wonka?"

"Your grandmother has already told you," he smiled. "Come let me take you to it." He held out his hand.

"Okay," Alex took it, careful not to pierce his palm on the sharp fingers. He was surprised at how smooth and soft Cobweb’s palm was.

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Two beings stood in front of Oberon’s mirror in the castle. The tall woman with skin the color of the Caribbean sea ran her fingers through her long pink hair as she proudly watched her grandson follow her tall and slender servant

Fox watched as Cobweb lead her son away form the pond and to the garden. She did not trust him, but she felt that way only because of his appearance and she did not want to seem judgmental. At least he was safely on the ground. She had gasped when his tube fell from the bottom of the slide and wanted to jump through when the mermaids were playing volley ball with him but restrained herself. Her mother was calm through out and she wanted to let her mother know she was trusting her.

"You seem troubled," Titania spoke. "You are full of emotions that want to burst out of your skin. Please let them out through your mouth."

"I don’t want to criticize your home."

"You are worried about your son’s safety." Her rose colored eye brows raised an inch.

Fox didn’t want to admit the truth, but if she wanted to mend the fences between her and her mother she was going to have to be honest. "Yes I do. I wanted to leap after him when he rode through the roller coaster clouds and the at the end of the rainbow water slide. I wanted to pull him out of the water when those mermaids-"

"Sirens," Titania corrected.

"When those sirens were playing around with him like a beach ball. I want to show you I trust you," She lowered her had and relaxed her hands. "but I worry too much if he is going to get hurt or not."

"You are actually making me more proud by worrying. You are acting like a mother." She ran her fingers through her daughter’s bangs. "I am glad to see your father and I raised you well, although you are worrying about something else."

"I’m afraid he’s going to eat too much junk and get sick."

"You may not want to admit it but you are more like me than you realize, but maybe you should let him eat until he gets sick. It would teach him to pace himself. Remember the time I baked all those macaroons and oatmeal raisin cookies for my garden club’s tea party?"

"Yeah," Fox smiled sheepishly. "After you and dad went to bed I broke into the cookie jar and ate them all."

"I woke up a few hours later, knowing something was wrong, and that wasn’t my fae abilities. That was my mother’s instinct. I found you lying in the middle of the floor. Your face was green and you were moaning in pain. I was too worried with your condition to be angry with what you had done and carried you to bed and gave you a spoonful of Pepto Bismol."

"That stuff always made me throw up."

"That’s why I gave it to you. I knew once you had thrown up you would have felt a little better. You did remember what happened aftword?"

"I had to stay in bed for a few days and didn’t touch another cookie again for nearly a year," she smiled warmly. "I kind of like this."

"This?"

"Us talking about the past. I wished I remembered that cookie incident before the funeral. I wouldn’t have said...those things." She stared at the ground.

"You were angry and depressed. I should have expressed more emotion."

Fox stared up at her mother, seeing her covered with a crystal like glaze. "Mother you showed emotion. You were crying and I was blind to notice it."

"Maybe I should have been more honest when it came to telling you about your heritage, but there were a few factors you may not understand."

"Oberon’s order?"

"Yes," She wiped away the tears traveling down the side of her face. "Your father filled the void in my heart left by Oberon. I wanted to confess so many things to him but I could not violate Oberon’s rules. Even when he was not my husband he was still my king."

"There is that and the fact I wouldn’t have believed you at the time."

"Even if I had showed you my true form?"

The younger woman suppressed a chuckle. "I would have begged for magic lessons and think how I would have abused them."

"Not if I taught you right."

Fox pointed to the light blue fox head--symbol of The Pack-- around her right eye. "Remember when I got this in college? Remember how you were the one to forbid me from getting this?"

The faerie queen shook her head and laughed. "You do have a point." Her eyes opened in surprise when she felt her daughter’s body suddenly pressed against her own. "Fox?"

"I want you to call me Janine, mom." She squeezed her arms around her mother and smiled when she felt Titania hug her back.

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Jerry felt fully rested when he followed the nude form of Matt out onto the tallest tower. His loins were still too sore to walk properly and his arms and back were still covered with scratch marks inflicted upon by Gloria.

"Maybe tonight is the night," The mahogany weregoyle gave Matt a thumbs up. Like Matt he was ready to take off his cloths and journey to the tower but the second he and his wife’s transformation had stopped the urge to breed was no longer there. He could not detect the fragrance around his wife.

Matt stared back over his shoulders and grinned. "I hope so. It’s interesting when I wasn’t planning on getting Demona pregnant I did and now that we are trying," He held out his arms while trying to keep his bronze wings wrapped around his mid section.

"Don’t get discouraged lads," Hudson instructed as soon as Matt had joined the group. "Remember how long my first breeding season lasted, of course there were much more of us back then. Keep trying and ye shall succeed."

"Should Othello and I go on patrol?" Brooklyn raised his arm. "And Jerry, and Frank?" He took notice of the two fully clothed weregoyles."

"Ye donae have to go, after all the exercise ye had the previous nights I think it would be best if ye had a night of rest."

"We can get a card game going with the four of us," Frank suggested. "Or six if you and Goliath want to join us."

Hudson smiled warmly. "Thank ye lad fer inviting me. I’m afraid I’ll sit this one out. I had promised Robins I’d visit him tonight."

Lexington had only been half listening to the conversation. His eyes kept shifting from the tower with the females and back to his rookery bother. "Did Talon call while we were asleep?"

"That’s right," Brooklyn remembered. "We had a bet going, so did anyone get preggners?"

"Only one," Jerry said before yawning. "Lucy was the only one last night."

"Lucy?" Lexington spun around. "Sweet and shy Lucy?"

"Apparently so," Matt’s voice came in an excited growl as he raced towards the edge of the tower followed by Broadway and Mercutio.

Lex turned back to the other tower to see the females gliding away. "Hey! Wait for me!" The olive hued gargoyle caught the first thermal, gliding after the other males and struggling to catch up.

"So, poker?" Frank raised his spiked ridges and pointed to the entrance. "I can nuke some hot wings and fix some drinks."

"Wing’s and cheesy fries sound good," Brooklyn nodded. "Except what about our mates?"

"They are indulging themselves in much deserved bubble baths," Jerry explained. "I offered to wash her hair, but she told me to indulge myself in some guy time." He raised his hands and lowered the first two talons to form quotation marks.

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The gold fish in the atrium pond swam around in a silent calm. Their delicate fins paddled them around in small groups in a search for bread crumbs that were sometimes thrown in along with their regular food.

Two long tails ending in supple tips crashed into the water, causing the fish to scramble in fear. The golden tail remained stiff and straight, only slightly vibrating. The cerulean tail flickered back and forth.

Demona felt the water of the pond on the end of her tail and the warmth of her mate under her as he kept thrusting in to her. Her hands were gripped onto his pectoral muscles, talons pricking into his flesh. From his moans and the way he held onto her hips she knew he was close. She felt herself growing near the edge. His moan came to a halt only to be replaced by his roar. Demona reared her head back anticipating the click she had yet to feel. All she could feel were Matt’s trembling thighs and flaccid member sliding out.

Matt’s toes curled against the hard floors while he remained laying there, panting. His steel blue eyes opened when he heard the disappointed sigh of his wife. Demona’s eyelids and lips pursed together. "Nothing?"

"Nothing," Demona sighed again and fell forward, landing on top of him. "Don’t blame yourself my love. You have been wonderful." She rested her head against his chest and breathed in the scent of his sweat and natural smell. "The night is young."

"Yes it is," He agreed while slipping his hands into the area between their bodies and stroked his knuckles against her breasts. "Have I told you I love you lately?"

"When we woke up this afternoon, after we made love a few times in bed, after sunset, after you made love to me in the air and now." She kissed him. "I can never get tired of hearing those words. I love you Matthew." She kissed him again, her tongue rubbing against his.

"Still believe I’m a gargoyle trapped in a human body?"

"Always."

"Thank you for releasing the true me then." He removed his hand from her breasts and rubbed his knuckles against her brow ridge.

She matched her smile with his while she felt the heat return to the junction of her thighs. Matt’s grin parted to reveal his fangs while a soft growl rumbled in his throat. "Sit back, lets try it that way." she breathed, trying to keep her own growls under control while she slid off his body. Matt pulled himself and grabbed her arms. She did not hold back and crawled onto his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist, ankles meeting above his tail.

Matt felt himself filling her up with a quick thrust forward and quickly pulled out and bucked forward again. His arms were around her back, fingers gently stroking against her wing joints. He savored every moan from his wife’s lush red mouth.

Demona stared into Matt’s eyes as she felt his thighs rock beneath her. She felt herself nearing her eruption. She felt warm all over and her damp flesh was burning for release. She gasped when his thrusts became faster, and rougher and her own talons cut into his back while he growled, not from pain. Her mate, along with the rest of the room became washed with radiant crimson while she roared out in joy. Her mate accompanied her vocal cords with one last thrust, releasing his seed in to her.

She straightened her back and spread her wings as she rode out her orgasm. Her breath came out in loud gasps and moans. "Oh," it was the only word she could speak coherently as she felt Matt’s thighs relax. She kept her eyes closed, listening to the sound of her mate as he unwound from their last breeding. It would be at least a good hour before they could go for another round. They might as well find the nearest table and refuel, except she felt something deep insider her once the orgasm had finished. A knowing feeling she had only felt twice before. The first happened a thousand years ago, and the second happened five years prior.

"By the dragon," she breathed and stared into her husband’s eyes. "Matthew we did it. I’m with egg."

"Are you positive?" Matt blinked. He was glad they finally had conceived but he wanted to be sure.

"Inhale deeply."

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply through his nose. All he could smell was the aftermath of their rut. He could not detect his wife’s heat. "We did it," he smiled and pulled her back to him. "I love you."

"I love you too." She kissed him. "We should get something eat."

Yeah," He slid out from under her. "You are eating for two now. Then we can go to bed." He pulled her to her feet and led her to the nearest elevator, his arm around her shoulders.

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The lavender female stared out of the large windows of Nightstone unlimited as she closed the swinging glass of one of the panes. She wondered if her mother was the only one in the city who had window that opened like a door in their office.

Broadway had entered Demona’s main office the second he glided into the building and began removing the computer, phone, framed photos and other items off of Demona’s desk. They had tried numerous positions in the strangest places. The most daring was in the top bucket of the Wonderwheel at Coney island after the park had closed for the night.

"Broadway?" Angela entered the office her wings cloaked over her plump breasts, her dark sable hair had been smoothed out and rebraided. "I’m ready again." Her eyes glowed briefly.

Broadway’s nostrils twitched as he inhaled the heavy sweet musk wafting towards him from his mate. His own eyes lit up while he tried to control his urge. He climbed onto the desk, backwards as his arms grabbed onto the top desk followed by his legs. He stretched his wings as he lowered his back onto the table.

Angela crouched low onto the thick carpeted floor. The only sound coming from her was smooth rich growl. The heat between her legs had reached it’s peak, nearly erasing all rational thought form her mind. Her eyes locked onto the ample form of Broadway’s stomach before she race forward and leaped on top of him. Her legs stretched as she straddled him.

Broadway thrusted upwards feeling his enlarged member sliding into the slick wetness of his mate. She released a dusky sound that was a half moan and a half growl and he continued thrusting and rocking. His long thick tail wrapped around hers, creating a spiral. The room grew brighter with a white radiance’s as he felt is release. Angela’s roar echoed as she felt her explosion ripple through her body.

Broadway ‘s head struck the table with a soft thump. He panted rapidly, waiting for the world to stop spinning. "I think...I need...to rest." He managed to get out between gasps. "For a few minutes."

Angela let out a deep breath before she wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. "Rest all you want." She slid off his body. "I can’t wait to see father’s eyes when I tell him he’s going to be a grandfather."

"What do you mean?" Broadway sighed. He healed a few more deep breaths before he bolted right up. "Your with egg?"

She answered him with a long kiss on his mouth. "It’s kind of funny if you think about it." She ran her fingers along the edge of her mother’s desk. "Mother told me she felt the second Charlie was conceived when she and stepfather bred on her desk and it happened to us."

"Maybe it’s luck that is passed along the generations." His smile faded into a small frown. His eyes were widened with worry. "She isn’t going to be mad is she?"

"Once she finds out I’m with egg she won’t be." She folded her wings over her shoulders and reentered her mother’s secret room.

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The owner of the castle and head of a multibillion organization snored softly from the pull out bed off the love seat in his and Fox’s living room. He did not hear or notice his assistant when he entered the room.

"Mr. Xanatos?" Owen gently tapped his boss on the shoulder. David mumbled under breath and turned over on his side. The disguised fae cleared his throat. "Mr. Xanatos it’s time to wake up."

Xanatos stirred under the covers. "Owen?"

"Wake up sir."

Xanatos rolled over onto his back and yawned. "Morning Owen."

"Good morning sir. Would you care for breakfast here, in the dining room, or in your office?"

"In my office," The billionaire stretched. "May I ask what is breakfast?"

"Blueberry pancakes, hashbrowns, steak, a slice of honeydew, and your usual cup of coffee."

"Sounds good," He sat up and rubbed the back of his head.

"May I ask why you are sleeping out here?"

"Never leave the window open to your bedroom during a gargoyle’s breeding season," Xanatos rose from the couch, wearing nothing but his black silk pajama bottoms. "I wake up in the middle of the night to use the facilities and when I stepped out there was Mercutio and Cecilia in the middle of the floor. I couldn’t go back to sleep while they were making those noises and I couldn’t ask them to leave. I didn’t have deathwish."

"I understand," he glanced at his watch slender bar shaped hands were pointed at the six and the space between the eight and seven. "Thirty minutes until nine."

"I have time for a quick shower then." He approached his bed room. "Before you take my breakfast to my office make sure you have my suit laid out for today."

"Understood sir," Owen nodded and followed his boss. He paused in front of the walk in closet and opened the double oak doors. He nearly lost his glasses as he quickly backtracked. Cecilia and Mercutio hadn’t left the bedroom. Their stone forms were still inside the closet. The female gargoyle had her head in the male’s lap. The ends of their tails were locked together.

"That would explain why they are not outside. " Owen had checked on the statues a few minutes after he had awaken and noticed both webwings and their mates were not around. He had quickly regained his composure and studied their expressions. They both had wide grins permanently plastered across their faces. By their expression he believed the two had succeeded. He hoped Lexington and Rayne had the same luck, whereever they are.

He had selected Xanatos’s dark gray suit with blue silk shirt and black tie and laid it out on the bed. He was tugging on the ends and smoothing the material out when the bedroom phone rang.

"You have reached the Xanatos residence of Wyvern." Owen spoke into the receiver. "This is Owen Burnet speaking."

"Greetings lad," the deep Scottish burr of Macbeth came through the end. "Is yer boss around?

"He is unavailable right now," Owen said. "Would you like to leave a message?"

"Aye, tell him I have something of his."

Owen raised an eyebrow. "And that would be?"

"I caught two of your gargoyles on one of my balconies. I could only guess what they were doing naked. Angelica and I waited until they were finished before we offered them to rest inside. I knew ye’d be worried ye were a couple of gargoyles short so I’d call ye."

"I’m sure he would appreciate it. Thank you I will relay the message to him."

"Ye are welcome lad. Don’t have to worry about their well being. My wife had prepared them a quick snack before sunrise and will be preparing them a meal after they had awaken."

Owen waited for the click on the other end before he replaced the phone into it’s cradle. His eyes widened at the sight of his boss zipping up his pants. "Mr. Xanatos I just received a call from Macbeth."

"He wasn’t complaining about how loud our gargoyles were," Xanatos grinned as he slipped into his dress shirt.

"Rayne and Lexington is spending the day over there."

"Wouldn’t know if they had completed their mating?"

Owen shook his head. "We will have to wait for tonight to find out for certain."

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The bright orange female gargoyle did not wait for anyone to ask if she was with egg when she had returned from Macbeth’s. Going to sleep that morning she was disappointed she hadn’t felt the spark of conceiving a child, but her dis appointment was short-lived. They had mated during their glide back home and she felt the spark of a new life inside her. Upon landing she found her folded up clothes and raced towards the nearest phone, getting dressed on route.

"Hello?" She knew Xanatos didn’t mind long distant calls and had told she was always welcome to call the McCormick mansion in Florida. "This is Rayne, May I ask who’s speaking?"

"Rayne? This is Jessie."

"Jessie?" It had been a while since she talked to the McCormick’s youngest foster daughter. "How have you been doing?"

"Thing’s have been great down here, just a little wet from the weather."

"Things have been muggy up here recently. Can you find Scarlet, Lana, Delphi and my family."

"Sure, I’ll tell Scarlet. She’ll set up the speaker phone in her room."

She waited for a few minutes while listening to strange clicking and buzzing. The first voice that addressed her was the D’artangion of their musketeers.

"Hey Rayne, did you hear I’m enrolled at Valencia now?" Scarlet asked.

"Yeah, I read the letter." She smiled at the thought of Scarlet staring her first semester at community college.

"Ray-Ray!" Delphi’s voice screeched out the nickname she had as a hatchling.

"Hey Flipper." She chuckled. If Delphi was going call her by an old nickname then she was too. "Is Lana around?

"Of course I’m around," Lana’s soft voice answered. "You think we wouldn’t be together?"

"I know you would as long as you have Scarlet to keep you out of trouble. I just wanted to give you the news. I’m going to be a mother." The other end suddenly went silent. She could hear her friends whispering to each other.

"Congratulations," Scarlet gasped. "I don’t know how-"

"That’s impossible," Delphi interrupted. "We didn’t go through our breeding season yet. How can you be with egg? You are eight years too early."

"Maybe the New York gargoyles went into heat," Lana suggested.

"Even if they went into heat she shouldn’t have. Her cycle is set with us."

Rayne tried to refrain from rolling her eyes. It was almost like old times. "Actually I went into heat along with my clan."

"You see?" She heard Lana giving Delphi a playful slug in the shoulder. "She is part of the New York clan."

"Shouldn’t they have six more years of waiting?" Delphi asked. "Unless they were a year or two ahead of the regular cycle, and they still would have to wait."

For the second time that night the other line had become silent. Rayne had no idea why their arguments suddenly went silent. Her grip on the plastic increased when she heard more whispering. Other people had entered the room and before she could ask who it was she heard a loud gruff "What?"

"Hi dad," Rayne greeted.

"What do you mean you are with egg?" Her father asked on the other end. "You didn’t go into heat did you?"

"Yes I did," Rayne rolled her eyes. "I couldn’t have become with egg if I wasn’t in heat."

"Was it Lexington?"

"Yes, it was my mate. I called you all to relay the good news. I should be laying my egg a round late February or early March."

"Is it true?" Her mother’s voice came out choked. "Are you going to be a mother?"

"Hi mom, and yes it’s true"

"I’m going to have another niece?" Nasa asked.

Rayne smiled at the sound of her younger sister’s voice. "Or a nephew, speaking of which. Where is my brother?"

"We are right here," Quentin said before his voice became softer. "Glenda can you say hello to your Aunt Rayne?"

"Hi Ant Wayne," the tiny voice of the hatchling brought tears to Rayne’s eyes.

"Hey sweetie. Is your mama around?"

"Volusia is out on patrol," Quentin explained. "And mom wants to talk."

"I want you to call us once a month," her mother said on the other end. "And if you need anything, or feel a little strange, or if you have any questions."

"I will mom."

"I want you to eat plenty of protein and dairy. Drink lots of milk."

"Yes mom," Rayne sighed happily as she listened to her mother’s instructions. She was glad she called, even if her mother was going to take up most of the time. She felt it was worth it, just to deliver the good news and hear everyone’s voices.

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Avalon

Three living bodies fell from the sky. Their faces displayed expressions of pure joy and not fear as they landed on a large glossy red gelatinous rectangle, the size of a swimming pool. The three sank a few inches before the jelly like substance flexed back and propelled them into the air.

The smallest of the three was also the youngest, a boy of six years with strawberry blond hair and light blue eyes. Alex’s cotton T-shirt was blotched with chocolate finger prints and red and purple stains near the collar from a few mishaps with the strawberry and grape sodas. The knees of his light blue pants were bright green from the grass stains.

The only female of the trio was barely taller than the child. Her yellowish green parlor contrasted slightly with rich brown curls that coifed her head. Long slender antennae ending in tiny bulbs were above each eye. Her dress of bright yellow ruffles defied physics as she bounced, most likely caused by her Fae powers to keep anyone from seeing her undergarments.

The largest of the three had to keep his wings folded every time he became air born, less the air currents would blow under the leather and keep him suspended in the air. His course chestnut brown hair that grew all the way down to the middle of his back flew up over his head with each bounce. His square shaped jawbone with two needle like points, resembling whiskers, on each side was relaxed with joy.

Fox studied her sons face with each bounce. Despite his happy expression his eyelids hung droopily and his mouth parted to yawn every few jumps. "Alex, it’s time to go."

"Uh-Uh," he shook his head as he rose into the air again.

"Mustard Seed," Titania nodded at the bouncing faerie girl. The queen of the Fae stood by her daughter while Alex enjoyed the Jello like trampoline. The two of them were not aloneThe elderly Princess Katherine and another of the Avalon clan watched the bouncers along with mother and daughter.

"Yes, your majesty." Mustard Seed squeaked. She grabbed Alex’s hand and disappeared. The two of them reappeared on the ground.

"I’m not done," Alex frowned as he wrenched his hand away from the Fae. He inched closer to his grandmother, hoping she would be more lenient.

"I think you had enough." Fox pulled her son closer to her. "Besides it’s time to go home."

"I don’t want to."

"You are going miss the first day of school, and you are getting sleepy."

"I’m not-" he paused to yawn. "Sleepy."

"Alex your mother feels it is time for you to go home," Titania said. "And I agree with her. You can visit another time, or I can come and see you. I believe we will be able to spend much more time together that way."

"I don’t want to."

"Sorry kid," Fox took him into her arms. "Mom says so."

"Seeing ye wi yer son reminds me of the time when me own eggs were that young," Katherine smiled. "We dianna have to argue to them about the time they were supposed to be going to bed though. Sunrise took care of them fer us."

"There are times when I wished he had an on/off switch," Fox smiled back. "I should be thankful I only have one and not thirty six."

"They were trouble at times."

The large indigo gargoyle gave the princess a embarrassed smile on his parrot shaped beak. "I’m sorry I was an ill behaved hatchling."

"Ye donnae have to apologize, Ferdinand," Katherine said. "I’m sure I was a trouble maker as a child."

"Thank you," He folded his fan shaped wings as he approached the deep rust red gargoyle who was bouncing along with Alex and Mustard Seed. Feridnand’s deep black hair was slicked back over his head would have made his head looked perfectly round if were not for the fan shaped sail jutting up on the top of his head. His hair was tied into a braid, all the way up to his nape.

"Look at your hair, Saul" he brushed the hair out of the eyes from the other gargoyle and removed strands that were tangled on his insect pincher shaped horns. "You should ask Rosalynd or Vivienne to give it a good brushing."

"I guess we are ready," Fox said.

"We are missing two more," Titania held up her hand. "We are taking both beasts back with us."

"What?" Fox raised her brows in question at both Titania and Katherine.

"Aye," the princess nodded. "I have asked Lancelot to retrieve them fer us."

"I thought they were in the middle of their season?"

"They can continue at yer home. Yer clan’s rookery will need a pup." She noticed an incoming gargoyle in the sky. "That should be him now."

As the deep lavender gargoyle grew closer Fox could see the drab green gargoyle beast in his arms. Lancelot’s tri split wings pulled back as he lowered himself and Boudicca to the ground. "Here she is," Lancelot deposited her onto the ground and stood back up. "I found them lounging together taking a break." He ran a hand down the back of his bald head. The frill that extended from the top of his head was almost as long as the gargoyle Fox only knew as Gabriella’s mate. A single row of bumps started at the top and extended down to the middle of his nose. One bump in the middle of the frill was several inches longer than the rest. "Bronx should be along shortly."

"Thank ye Lancelot," Katharine smiled at the youth before staring at Boudicca. "Ye are going to be spending some time wi Goliath’s clan now, Boudicca. I want ye to be a good lass."

Boudicca barked once, but even when her jaws closed the barks continued. The princess stood back up to see the blue beast bounding towards them.

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The brilliant glow faded from Fox’s vision, making the room she was in much more clear. She noticed bookshelves, a large TV with VCR, boxes of games and several other toys. "Home sweet home," she breathed the words as she carried her son to his bed and slipped him underneath his X-Men Evolution blankets.

She turned back to her mother and caught the fleeting forms of Bronx and Boudicca as they left the room. "Thanks for the trip."

"I’m glad you decided to come, and I’m glad we talked."

"I want to talk again," She smoothed back the top cover over Alex’s body. "You are welcome to visit anytime you want." she kissed her son on the forehead and stood back up. Her mother had disappeared. "I hope she heard me."

Fox walked through the empty walls of Wyvern, trying to find someone. "Where is everyone? It’s only been ten days." A sudden thought entered her mind and she raced to the medical wing. To her relief she found everyone. Her husband was talking with Dr Jones while the female gargoyles were hugging each other and the males were high fiving each other.

"Fox!" Lexington’s large eyes found her first. The olive hued gargoyle raced to her and stood up on his full height to hug her. "Where’s Alex?"

"That is a question I want to know," David Xanatos pulled the gargoyle off his wife. "You have your own mate. When my wife is away I am the first to kiss her." He placed his mouth against hers. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." Fox kissed him back. "Alex is in bed. He wore himself out, and Boudicca is with us."

"Boudicca," Xanatos’s brows arched as he remembered the female beast from Avalon. "I hope Owen can handle two gargoyle beasts."

"I’m sure he will," her eyes focused on the clan behind her husband. "May I ask why is everyone here?"

"Dr. Jones had just checked out all the female gargoyles and weregoyles. All of them are with egg."

"All of them?" Fox asked

Her husband nodded. "The medical team from the Labyrinth also called. Delilah and the other females are also expecting. There is more good news. Candy wellington and Malibu are expecting a child."

"Another gargoyle and human hybrid." She watched as both Lexington and Brooklyn gave their mates another hug before turning to each other.

"I can’t believe they were the last two to become with egg," Lex grumbled. "And at the same time."

"Yeah," Brooklyn nodded. "You really wanted a minature Stealth bomber? I’ll make you one anyway."

The disapointed frown was replaced by suprised smile. "Thanks. I’ll let you have first dibs on the movies and games." He held out his hand, palm up in front of him. Brooklyn slapped his hand down on top and held out his hand to recieve Lexington’s high five in return.

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Jon Canmore lowered the waiting room’s copy of Newsweek to glance at his son. Colin was still immersed in the box of wooden blocks. He was working with another child to create a wooden castle. Jon smiled before he returned to the article he was reading. The two of them were in the waiting room of the OBGYN. Lorrie had been suffering from morning sickness and considering the fact she and Jon were together while she was ovulating he wanted to see if she was expecting.

"Jonny, Colin?" The magazine fell out of Jon’s hands. Lorrie exited from the examining rooms and kneeled to pick up her son as he ran towards her.

Lorrie?" Jon placed the issue of Newsweek back on to the end table he picked it up from. "How did it go?"

"Colin is going to be a big brother." She kissed her husband on the cheek. Jon returned the kiss onto her mouth before he held the open the door to the clinic for her.