On the church floor of the main tower in Bowen Village, there existed a strangely beautiful elf boy, a human man, and a large group of dogs and cats. An odd grouping to be sure, but something more odd was happening...

On one knee, the human Mike Evans leaned over the prone elf boy.

His breathing got harsher.

Slowly, very slowly, his hand reached out…

Touching the single white cloth covering the elf’s perfect porcelain-like skin…

Lifting it up…

The boy had been unmoving all this time.

In fact, he couldn’t move at all.

He had the appearance of being asleep, but his mind was completely awake, and afraid.

NO!

STOP!

SOMEONE!

NOT LIKE THIS!

I DON’T WANT TO LOSE MY ANAL VIRGINITY LIKE THIS!

OR AT ALL, ACTUALLY!

He still couldn’t move his arms and legs, but perhaps he could move something smaller.

Fingers? No, useless to try.

Toes? Get real.

Lips? Maybe...

Vocal cords? Yes!

A scream for help!

That might work!

He took an extra deep breath. Channeling all his fear and hope, he:

“Nnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaooooooooo…”

It wasn’t a scream.

Not really.

It was more of a breathy sigh.

…It might even have been a little erotic.

Outside he was motionless, a beautiful doll once more, but inside he was mentally bashing his brains against a wall in total anguish.

I’m screwed… literally…

“BAROOOOOWOOO!!!”

It’s in a dog’s mentality to bark at strange sounds, especially if one has something to protect.

Bitsy was awake, and not having any shenanigans around HER LITTER, thank you very much.

“GAHH!!!” Screamed a surprised Mike.

GAHH!!! Was the internal scream of an elf whose sensitive ears just got temporarily deafened by a large dog.

“ROWOO-RUF-RUF-RUF!!!”

Titus, alpha dog and Bitsy’s mate, rose to defend his turf.

“Rowf!” “Riff!” “Bowoool!”

Dibbs, Frisky, and Goldy barked mostly just to bark, but also to get in on whatever fun was happening right now.

For the most part the cats left the Early Warning System to the dogs, although a few of the younger kittens did wander over to investigate. One cat, Benito, took advantage of the confusion to help himself to some unguarded food.

“WH-WHAT AM I DOING???”

In a panic and in total mental confusion, Mike hurriedly yanked his hand away.

Mike Evans was a handsome ladies man. He liked the girls, and the girls liked him. It was his pride. It was his identity. He could count the number of unattached females in the village he hadn’t had on one hand, and still have fingers left over.

So what in the Nine Hells just happened? Was he actually going to do the deed with a BOY?

No.

No way.

It was just a fluke, right?

He looked down at the BOY again.

His fingers were caressing the elf’s perfectly kissable lips.

Such a lovely face…

How did that song about elves go again…?

His fingers travelled up the boy’s chiseled cheek to the adorable pointed ears.

He leaned over to—

Titus leaned in to sniff the situation. Goldy burrowed under his arm so she could lick his face from below.

Mike growled unconsciously. Damn dogs, interrupting him when he’s about to…

Oh crap.

“GAHH!”

This time he propelled his whole body backwards.

Goldy and Dibbs followed. Human on his back = Play Time! GET HIM!

“Ack! Thpth!”

Mike’s sexual confusion was not helped by being accidentally French-kissed by two dogs in a licking frenzy.

Sister Teresa’s habit whipped and flapped as her legs pelted down the stairs. Lord Bowen in his evening robe followed, a bit slower but in no less a hurry.

He was worried.

A strange non-human suddenly appearing in a church?

Now?

Before the arrival of the Sentinal?

It was an Event.

It had to be.

This could be very bad.

The fact that it was Sister Teresa (the only magic caster in the village) who found the body, most likely meant she had something to do with the stranger in the near future.

Teresa had her… quirks… but she was still better than nobody at all.

We could lose her.

That thought made him even more worried about the safety of the village. HIS village.

He hurried past the suddenly stopped nun, entering the church and—

To the left there was a writhing pack of wagging tails, a literal ‘dog pile’ of bodies covering someone.

Occasionally, sounds of “Ackthpth!” and “Stop!” came out from underneath.

In the center of the church on a blue blanket Bitsy lay exhausted, her new puppies yipping and struggling for milk and warmth.

To the right was an incredibly beautiful elf boy, looking around ten or twelve – although who can tell with elves? His unconscious naked body was only partially covered by a white cloth and the proof of his maleness peeked out from underneath.

Benito waddled over, purring happily as he pressed up against his leg… and then burped loudly.

Ignoring the cat, Lord Bowen walked over to the boy and knelt on one knee.

Silvery-blue hair… That’s unusual even for an elf…

Teresa came over, carrying Benito in her arms.

“Um, your Lordship? What shall we do with him?”

Hmm… Let him stay with Sister Teresa? No. Let’s keep them separate for now. Perhaps… ah, right.

“Let’s put him in the unused quarters on level two for right now. He should be fine there until we can finally get ourselves a mage and we can keep an eye on him as well.”

“Yes sir.”

Teresa didn’t move. In fact, she looked a bit embarrassed.

Benito purred himself to sleep.

“Is there a problem?”

Teresa's face turned a little more red.

“Um, sir… your hand…”

It was only then did he realize that he was ruffling the boy’s hair, with a relaxed and contented smile on his face.

My apologies for the delay again. Apparently cold + crappy cold medicine + lack of sleep = +100 to difficulty!