prophesied wanderings

[her_imperial_radiance]

Time passes. Well before Zeus's thirteenth birthday, he looks human-25, and then he stops, and Harley catches up; Zeus is still taller, but not by much, and burlier, but not by much.

Wolves have a lot of casual sex amongst themselves; the girl wolves can't get pregnant, and with pack telepathy it would be pretty hard to hide a secret crush. Everyone avoids getting serious - well, the lesbians don't, but any couple involving a male wolf has to avoid deep emotional entanglements that would shatter if he imprinted; the Imperial Seer helps, but she is not perfect and they will live for long enough that even a slim chance adds up. But casual sex absolutely happens. Zeus has a friend with benefits by the time he's fifteen (her name is Kitty, but she thinks this is ridiculous, and prefers "Xanthe" after her yellow fur).

He helpfully passes on to the pack that Harley thinks they are all hot; several people take advantage of this information, and Harley has more than one friend with benefits at the age of fifteen.

(Meanwhile, the masquerade is in tatters; wolves are just more convenient than looking for human partners, at least until Zeus decides he's interested in the Seer finding him a suitable imprint.)

This newfound interest does not mean Zeus and Harley don't hang out, even now that they're both sixteen. Presently, Harley is getting his ass handed to him by his wolf-reflexed sparring partner at a mo-cap fighting video game entitled Bloodsport V.

Comments

[pythbox]

It is memorable.

[alicornucopia]

"Glffngh," says Zeus eloquently.

[pythbox]

Harley beams.

"I'm so great!"

[alicornucopia]

"Dmmglflgl."

[pythbox]

He giggles.

[alicornucopia]

"Hflrgl," objects Zeus.

[pythbox]

"You're adorable. I adore you." Giggly hug!

[alicornucopia]

Zeus can, at least, hug back without suffering critical vowel failure.

[pythbox]

It is a terrible affliction!

Mmmmmhugs.

[alicornucopia]

Hugs. The resumption of pantsedness.

Zeus experimentally attempts words again after a minute. "Thanks," he says, "you are great."

[pythbox]

"I aaaaam," beams Harley. "And you are very welcome."

[alicornucopia]

Zeus grins at him. "I am," he says, "really glad that there is such a person as you."

[pythbox]

Harley giggles. And hugs him again.

[alicornucopia]

Hugs.

[pythbox]

A few days later, Harley finds Elsie, hugs her, and announces, "I want a pentagon."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"All right," she says, and she reaches into her coin-sorter for a pentagon in the Joker's colors. "I hope you're being thoughtful about how you're going to use it."

[pythbox]

"Pff," says Harley, hugging her again.

He takes the pentagon. He wishes on it.

He twirls around happily, showing off his lovely new body.

[her_imperial_radiance]

Elspeth laughs. "Aren't you pretty."

[pythbox]

"I am! I'm the prettiest," he says gleefully.

[Hey Zeus, guess what!]

[alicornucopia]

[Uuum... what?] asks Zeus, who is very creative but never knows what to do with that question.

[pythbox]

[I have booooooobs,] he giggles. [Come look at them!]

[alicornucopia]

[Pff. Sure, incoming.]

[her_imperial_radiance]

Elspeth pats Harley on the head - this requires jumping, now, but she's more than up to it - and says, "I have some work to do; I'll be home in a couple of hours," and she teleports away.

[alicornucopia]

Zeus lets himself into the house a moment later.

[pythbox]

Harley beams at him.

He came out more on-type than other Jokers tend to when they swap sex; his face has barely changed, and he doesn't quite have the Joker's magnificent hourglass figure. But he is, nevertheless, very pretty.