"So what season is everyone talking about?" Mk asked his Dadsy around a mouthful of noodles, and blinked innocently as the pig demon choked and coughed, his Papa turning bright red next to him.

"Wha- how- where did you hear about that!?" Pigsy thundered, face red from a mixture of rage and embarrassment.

Mk shrugged and finished chewing his mouthful of noodles. "Some of the demons I've fought recently. Something about me being 'ripe for the season'." He shrugged again and took another bite, more famished than usual. "No one explained what they meant though, just laughed and said I'd find out soon."

Pigsy groaned and roughly rubbed his face with his palm, tusks slipping out of his thinly applied glamour in his protective rage. "Fucking bastards... Fucking Monkey King, this is all his fault..."

Mk's brow furrowed in confusion at Pigsy's grumbling, his head tilting slightly as his chopsticks paused. "Monkey King? How is demons saying weird things about weather his fault?"

Pigsy groaned and rubbed his face, wincing at the tucks. "They're not talking about weather, kid. And it's his fault for leaving his overdramatic stick where anyone could grab it!" He pointed at Mk with his own chopsticks, barely contained fury and worry plain on his face. "If he had thought to put a barrier over the staff at the very least like a responsible person, then Red Boy probably wouldn't have been able to get to it and pull it out, and you would have never laid a finger on it or found out about your monkey form! Which is the cause for this whole thing!"

Mk's tail, which had been happily thumping on the table, quickly zipped below to wrap around his ankle in self comfort. "Oh... Is it, uh... Bad?"

Tang cut Pigsy off before the demon could say anything, shoving a hand in his husband's face. "It's not bad, baby boy, it just means you're an adult. Something your Dadsy is still coming to terms with." The scholar have his husband a sharp look over his glasses and huffed when he pouted and crossed his arms. "Now, this season they're talking about is something neither of us thought you'd have to deal with for at least a few more years, if ever. It's something that every demon goes through every roughly ten years, and since you're a demon monkey now, you'll be going through yours too."

Mk nodded slowly, glancing between his pouting Dadsy and smiling Papa, a sinking feeling of deja vu growing in his belly. "And that season is...?"

Tang's smile grew wider. "Mating season."

Mk tried to make a run for it, but a golden seal blocked his path.

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Red Son groaned heavily from his position on his bed in his private villa far, far from his parents' home, feeling the heat of both his power and the incoming season crackle over his body. He didn't even have enough control to summon his glamours, leaving the features that proved his father's paternity clear to the world, his black horns and Bull legs and the coating of fur he had since adulthood and soft, floppy ears in plain sight for all to see. Not that he minded, but he knew some older demons would titter and remark on how the Bull Prince could not keep his demonic features covered before marriage if they happened to see him, and some of the younger ones would take it as an invitation if he dared to leave the villa.

He sighed deeply at even the thought of it, and acknowledged, again, the fact that the only one he wanted in or out of the season would never want him back.

Stupid Noodle Boy.

His sigh turned into a groan as his body reacted to even the thought of the Monkey King's successor, and he sat up to glare at the tent in his jeans with personal insult.

This is why he told Mei and Mk he needed some time to himself. So he wouldn't embarrass himself as the season got closer by being near Mk.

Mei had teased him about being antisocial and Mk have him those big puppy dog eyes that made him want to pin him to a wall and do dirty, filthy things to him, but agreed, and it's been hell ever since.

Especially since Mei knew of his... Affections and kept sending him candid pictures of the Noodle Boy.