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 DIVINE DISARRAY

A RIFT WARS: ORIGINS SHORT STORY

JAMIE HAWKE
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 DIVINE DISARRAY: A SHORT STORY

W ithout free will, we angels don’t even have fantasies

about such things as taking a mortal woman from behind
and bending her over as you slide in. We don’t have
daydreams about taking a female angel right there on the cloudlike
ground and spreading her legs, diving in face-first. In theory, we
aren’t supposed to even want to press our lips to their necks, to
breathe in their sweet, heavenly scent.
By God, we don’t even think about not having such thoughts and
dreams. Which is why it was especially odd that my day had so far
been full of nothing but that.
Oh, and erections? Yeah, we weren’t supposed to get those,
either. Of course we have penises and vaginas. That whole idea of
angels looking like those plastic dolls down there is simply ridiculous.
But to think of using it for… that? Unheard of.
That day when the rift opened, when a wave of light hit and
suddenly everything was… broken? Well, that day changed it all.
I’d been standing in formation with the other angels, as we did
every day for inspection. A daily check to ensure we were ready for
the next siege of the spirit realm by the demonic forces, when the
flash of light caught my eye. I wasn’t the only one, I had realized
when their heads shifted. Angels in formation never shifted heads.
But before anyone could really process it, the light was gone. Had it
been turquoise? Violet? Gray? Nobody knew. It was a light, it was
gone.
 Nobody said a thing, simply returning to proper formation.
Except that my eyes took in the curve of the skin at the edge of
Naratha’s neck, wondering what she tasted like, then trailed down
her white and gold silk-like robes to the shapely form of her ass.
Holy fuck, it bothered me that I’d never noticed that ass before.
Then again… no free will. My tongue ran across my lips, my mind
wondering what it would feel like for those thick ass cheeks to slam
against my hips, how her tight pussy would feel as I slid inside.
I wasn’t the only one to suddenly break formation, although I
wondered if I was the only one to do so because of the massive
erection forming beneath my loincloth. If you could call it a loincloth
—we wore cloth wrapped around our waists and between our legs, a
longer flap with gold lining falling down over the front and back. As I
walked, bent over and trying to hide my bulge, others were looking
at me—some of them female angels, women who had lust in their
eyes.
Lust! In the eyes of angels… The thought disgusted me, and
totally turned me on.

That was the night the dreams had first come. That night, I’d found
myself awake more than once with a boner that threatened to
explode all of my heavenly essence if not dealt with. And for the first
time, I’d reached down there and gripped that beast, shaking it and
stroking like it was all that mattered in the heavens. I don’t know if it
was just that it was the first boner I’d ever had or whether I was
genuinely blessed, but my God it was huge.
This serpent, this tool of temptation, begging for release.
Of course, angels sleep in the barracks, ready for war at a
trumpets’ call notice. I turned and saw Naratha staring at me with
wide eyes. I realized I hadn’t even bothered to leave my cloud bed,
there among the rows of others.
It only took a second longer to see the shape of her sheets,
bunched up, her hand clearly between her legs. For a moment we
both looked like children caught with their hands in the cookie jar,
and we both seemed to think the other would do something horrible
about it. Instead, we continued to go for the cookies. Her hand
moved, my hand moved.
The best part was when she, ever so nonchalantly, moved back
part of her sheet so that I could see her hand, and flesh. Sweet,
golden flesh, glowing slightly.
She raised an eyebrow, and when I didn’t get the hint, she
nodded, licking her lips.
Oh, by God, she wanted to see mine. I took a deep breath,
raised my head slightly to ensure others weren’t watching, and then
froze. Not only were others not watching, but in the corner a man
had his head buried in a woman’s crotch. It was hard to tell in the
shadows, but this certainly didn’t seem to be the only such act
occurring in that room.
Well then, why not? I maneuvered my hips, angling myself
toward Naratha so that only she’d be able to see, and then lifted the
sheet out of the way so that she could see my massive erection, my
hand moving along it as she watched.
Her eyes went wide. Her hand froze for a moment, then started
working faster, furious, not trying to hide it anymore.
I did the same.
Suddenly she was up, pulling her sheet with her and staying low
as if that would help nobody see, and was in my bed.
“What’re you doing?” I whispered, aghast.
“Shut up,” she said, taking my hand and putting it between her
legs.
Moist, wet, vaginal lips. The skin was so smooth, her pussy so
ready for me. My fingers found their way, only one fitting inside, but
then she guided me away from the opening and to what I only knew
through reputation as her clit.
Again, she guided me, and when she was just starting to bite her
lip, to bury her face in the pillow to keep from crying out, a scream
sounded from a hallway of the barracks. Others got up, moving to
see what it was, but I pulled her close, going faster, faster, and as
the scream from the other room got louder, Naratha’s own scream
was soft but intense, her body shaking. It was followed by a
whimper. I pulled my hand away, realizing it was drenched.
“A murder!” someone shouted, which didn’t make sense, and
seemed so distant. All I could think was how fucking hot Naratha
was in that moment, and how badly I wanted her to grab my cock,
to take it in her mouth, her pussy… anywhere, really.
“Leon, come, quick,” a voice said, and I turned to see my fighting
comrade Djorn motioning for me a few paces away. He froze, mid-
motion, when he saw Naratha look up. His mouth moved without
words, and he stumbled back in confusion.
She sat up, hand to her mouth as she mumbled, “What have we
done?”
Taking her hand and wanting to guide it to my cock, all I could
think was, Not enough, yet.
But then she was out of bed, going toward her own, then
turning, confused, and staring at my now totally exposed cock. She
held her breath, looked at it longingly, and then shook her head.
“I’m sorry,” she said, then took off in the other direction from the
crowd.
I, for my part, had no idea what to do here. Part of me wanted to
go after her, but also I thought I should see what they were talking
about. Murder? Could they mean demons had infiltrated the
heavens?
Before I could make a move one way or the other, though, a
crippling pain took hold of me. First in the lower abdomen, then it
was like my balls were growing too large, pain shooting through
them in a dull, horrible fashion.
I later came to learn that was my first experience with blue balls,
but at the time all I could assume was that someone had placed a
curse on me.
“Demons,” I mumbled, unable to get the word out at first, then
lay back, clutching the bed, and shouted louder, “DEMONS!”
Two more angels were at my side, one male and one female. The
female clasped a hand over her mouth, the male’s face scrunched
up.
“My God, Leon,” he said. “What is that thing?”
 “It’s swollen, and so… monstrous,” the woman added.
“A curse,” I replied. “Something’s wrong, very wrong.”
The woman moved quick, going for the weapons stash and
pulling a long, golden sword into her hand. “We’ll cut it off,” she
declared as she stormed back toward me. “It’s the only way.”
“No!” I protested, suddenly up and backing away, covering my
crotch.
The man, who I now saw to be Treyal, a loyal fighter under my
command, stepped into her path, hand up. “That won’t do.”
“But you saw it!” she protested, eyes wide with fear.
He nodded, and glanced back. “I saw, and I see that it’s going
away.”
His eyes met mine, and I nodded thanks.
“You three,” a voice said, and I turned to see the golden glow
around the head of a general. “Haven’t you heard? There’s been a
murder.”
“Y—yes,” I stammered, pulling my loincloth into place. “Where’s
the invasion? How many?”
The general frowned, stepping in to where we could better see
him. “No, you don’t understand. An angel has murdered another
angel. General Valkor is dead.”
“I’ll be right there,” I said, and was moving to follow him, only, as
two other angels moved in to have a word with him, I changed
course. The distraction was my chance to get out of there. None of
this felt right anymore, nothing about this place was home. It was
the prison that had kept me and my free will at bay for centuries.
Millennia?
Making my way outside, I found the edge of the clouds that led
to the spirit world and the plains below.
I spread my wings, preparing to make the jump.
Many were heeding the call of their generals, staying put and
awaiting further instructions. But not me. The opening of the rift, or
the ‘shifting’ as some later took to calling it, had occurred and made
one thing very clear—free will was a bitch, and I could never look
my fellow angels in the eyes after what had happened the night
before.
 It was as if my whole life I’d wanted free will, but had never
known it. My whole life… which had been what, I wondered?
Centuries? Millenia? As far back as I could remember, I’d served as a
royal guard in the Angelic Host, but now everything had changed.
Like a great earthquake that had shifted the realities of heaven and
hell.
And to make it worse, I not only knew I had free will, but knew
that I craved a woman, badly. More than anything, more so even
than wanting to defend the heavens. It was horrible, and for that
thought alone I was ready to make my fall, to become one of the
Fallen, as they termed deserters.
And so I looked down from the clouds at the worlds below,
contemplating, wondering what was out there.
It would be a long fall, but one I’d set my mind to.
“Leon, no…” The voice of Naratha was soft, loving, peaceful. And
yet… most unwelcome at that moment. Seeing her there in all her
glory made this decision incredibly more complicated. Her golden
hair was pulled back and tied, but falling down around her
shoulders. She was more than an angel to me, the epitome of
everything that was holy. Her perfectly white wings folded behind
her and matched the white in the color of her robes that clung to
her like silk, though it was truly made of woven clouds.
But all I could think about was the look of horror, the way she’d
run away and left me alone, exposed. Unsatisfied.
No, that wasn’t why, I told myself. But deep down, I knew it was
playing a large part in my decision.
“I won’t remain one of their slaves.”
“Slaves?” Her gaze held a pity I almost couldn’t handle. “Dear,
sweet Leon…” She stepped closer to me, and for the first time in my
life my appreciation of her was something more than observational.
I’d always appreciated her like a piece of art, or as one would when
seeing the most wonderous natural beauty. Every time I’d looked at
her it was like seeing the sunrise for the first time.
But now, as the cloth rippled over her breasts, revealing the
curves, pointing out slightly at the nipples, I felt a surge of
movement in my groin. She must have sensed it, or something,
because she froze mid-step, eyes on me with confusion.
It was certainly an odd moment, considering the fact that, before
that day, we’d technically been asexual beings. Angels that, while
easily identified as male and female by our genitals, had no real
need for them.
Standing there though, in what was essentially a loincloth, there
became no doubt that my cock was remembering everything.
“Everything is changing so fast,” Naratha said, averting her gaze.
“I… I know it’s not what we’re used to, but we have to continue to
follow orders. To wait it out. You’ll see, soon it will all be as it was.”
“Will it?” I asked, mind spinning as my blood moved south.
Her eyes moved to my bulge, her tongue touching her lips. One
of her hands moved along her dress, caressing her breasts. The
other reached out for me, as if to grab hold of my bulge and take
me. But she froze there, quickly regaining herself and folding her
hands over her lap. “Put that abomination away.”
I tried to, but only out of respect for her. There was no hiding it,
though, not truthfully, as my loincloth merely acted as a tent.
“You can’t stop me,” I said, trying to keep my focus on the
subject at hand. The dizziness in my head told me I now understood
mankind and their constant focus on sexual desire. Diverting one’s
mindpower anywhere but down there was a task worthy of a god.
She breathed deep, glanced over her shoulder, and then took two
steps so that she was pressed up against me, my manhood—as
that’s what it was—feeling for the first time the warmth of an angelic
woman’s body against it.
“I won’t let you,” she told me, and then took my face as she
pressed her lips to mine. A gentle flicker of her tongue, her warmth
flowing through both of us like a sunny day.
But I pulled back, hand on her waist. “My mind’s made up on the
matter.”
“No,” she said, and turned. I couldn’t believe it, but it was clear
she meant to sound the alarm. To betray me!
It was now or never, so I turned back, wings spread to make the
leap. A line of smoke gave me pause. Black, mixed with red, moving
with purpose. Such smoke wasn’t an uncommon sight… at least, not
in the spirit realm, not when demons were en route to a battle. But
here, in the heavens? Never!
My legs nearly buckled as I was caught between the urge to
leave this all behind and the sudden realization that the impossible
was happening, that the demons were attacking the heavens.
The smoke gave way to dark shapes and then they were
exploding out, forms of darkness, red fire, bursts of purple and
black. Demons, pouring out into the streets of the heavens, their
swords and magic taking out the first unsuspecting angels in their
path.
“No…” Naratha said, and I turned to see she hadn’t gone far. She
met my gaze and I nodded, turning to charge into the fight.
Maybe I didn’t belong here, but that didn’t mean I was about to
abandon the place to the likes of these demons. I charged forward,
hand toward the golden light so that I could pull my sword. My blade
appeared in my hand, ready as I leaped into the air, flapped my
wings, and met the first of the demons in battle.
I was no slouch in a fight. Having led my angelic troops into
battle hundreds of times over hundreds of years, slaying demons
came as second nature. At one moment I’d be cracking open a red
or purple skull with the hilt of my sword or a fist, the next slicing two
open at once. In a whirlwind of gold light I was there, sending out
blades as my strikes incinerated my enemy. Other angels were
nearby, tearing the demons apart, but plenty of angels fell too. In
part this was our home turf, where we were strongest. But also, the
demons had caught us unawares.
A particularly creepy demon in a long, purple cloak came at me,
colors of black and red shifting in the cloak as it got closer—in a way
I’d never seen before. It caused me to pause, which was a mistake
in a battle such as this. Three demonic hands appeared from
shadows, others closing in on me. My fist went to the sky and
golden light flashed out in all directions, removing the hands. But
the distraction was all the demon needed to close the gap, to get its
hands on me.
 My insides tore at his touch, my skin burning, feeling like it was
disintegrating and falling off at the same time, like soon I’d be
nothing but the pure, heavenly light of my insides. A scream
sounded, meaning another angel had likely died nearby. I couldn’t
go down like this, not so soon after receiving my freedom.
Reaching down within, I pulled on every heavenly ounce of
power I could find, pushing it out, expelling this demon. In an
explosion of light he was thrown back, and I charged, diving at him.
Wings back, sword forward, I nearly had him, but he dodged with a
flutter of his cloak. A blast went off and a beam of gold light shone,
tearing down demons by the hundreds, but this one was apparently
mine to deal with.
I was ready though, because as he watched his friends fall, I’d
been storing up energy, pulling it from his fallen companions and
directing it all into my sword.
Then, letting it go with a massive release, I thrust and the golden
blade shot into him, beams of light bursting forth and cutting
through all of his vile, evil darkness.
The demon flashed out in a puff of smoke, gone. Either dead or
cast off back to his hell. And then the strangest thing happened. A
screen appeared in front of me that read:

Level: 71

Class: Angelic Host

Attack: 121
Defense: 107
Speed: 201
Mana: 363

In addition to that, there were various screens of spells with several

colored circles grayed out. All except for the white one, with
branches that showed several skill paths. A couple that I noticed
read:

Spells
White: Shield of Light Level 14
Yellow: Heavenly Blade Level 10

There were more, but I stopped there, not even sure what I was
looking at. That, and the fact that the fight was still ongoing. I
noticed several skill points that looked like I was supposed to
allocate them, but I decided to look into that when this was over.
For now, I waved my hands at the screen and was relieved to
see it vanish, just in time for me to see a demon’s fireball flying my
way. I threw up a heavenly shield of white light, which fluttered
away as the fireball hit it. I dodged right, then left, and came up
with a sword strike that tore my next demon adversary in two.
More came at me, but I’d found my stride again, as if that
strange screen or the ‘leveling up’—whatever that meant—had
rejuvenated me.
And then, as I struck down a ghostly figure whose bones showed
through its flesh, I looked up to see that the demons were gone. A
blast of angelic trumpets cascaded over the clouds and temples of
the heavens. While they were all celebrating their victory, I knew
exactly how I wanted to show my joy, and it was no different from
what I’d wanted before the attack.
Naratha stood next to me, beaming, the temple just behind her. I
took her hand, kissed it, and started walking. She didn’t resist, didn’t
even question me until I had her up against one of the marble
columns, my lips on her neck.
“Leon,” she whispered, hands on my shoulders. A squeeze.
I took it as an invitation to go further, and had the hem of her
gown up in a moment, my hand caressing her wet pussy, then
guiding my stiff cock in, the tip starting to part her lips.
 Again she said my name, but this time she pushed.
I stumbled back, cock and soul exposed.
She didn’t even have to say it. The look in her eyes, the way she
then turned from me, walking off. It was exactly what I needed to
remember why I knew I no longer belonged there. That I wouldn’t
live by their rules any longer.
I was overcome with anger, passion, and confusion. A hint of
smoke came from the temple, betraying the presence of a demon.
They couldn’t stay in heaven without such signs, and the fact that
one was hiding humored me in my current state. My plan was to
storm in there and tear it apart, limb from limb.
The ground shook with my steps as I entered the temple, eyes
wild with rage as I scoured the cloths and tapestries, knowing the
smoke would give it away. My hand pulled my sword from thin air,
my sword of heavenly light, and a growl escaped my lips.
A clanging sounded as the demon stumbled, emerging from
behind a table covered with grapes and melons, a long tablecloth
having served to hide her.
And it was a her, I saw, plain as day. My cock knew it too,
apparently, because it surged, still exposed, I realized. She was a
sight to behold, so I shouldn’t have been surprised. If I’d had more
experience with the thing, I wouldn’t have been. The way this
demon’s curves formed a perfect hourglass, her full breasts nearly
exposed except for a sort of red armor that formed around the
contours of them, along with her shoulders and shins. Around her
waist hung thin strands of cloth, one piece tied under. Her hair was a
fiery red, her wings tinged with a similar color… and the bottoms of
her legs where her feet should have been were formed into hooves.
Long, wide horns grew out from the sides of her forehead. Bright
red eyes stared at me. Not me, precisely, but my exposed cock.
I gulped, overwhelmed with confusion. Did I want to slice her
neck open, or have her ride me through the break of dawn?
Truthfully, both.
“That’s not…” she started, eyes finally rising from my cock to my
face. “Angels aren’t supposed to…”
 “I know,” I said, quickly trying to tuck myself away. With the little
amount of clothing my loincloth provided, it was practically
impossible.
She scooted back, eyes moving from me to the other temple
exits. Was she looking for a way out, or checking to see if others
were coming?
“What’s happening?” she asked.
I frowned, confused.
She indicated my crotch again, then pointed to herself. “You’re
not the only one. Changing, I mean.”
I cocked my head, waiting for more. After a moment, I said, “Go
on.”
Inching closer, she said, “My shackles…” She held out her arms,
skin going from tan to black mid-forearm. “We all had them. We
were all prisoners, in a sense. Forced to do the will of hell, of our
masters. But…they’re gone.”
“It’s why you’re still alive,” I noted, realizing that she must’ve
abandoned the fight to hide in here. If she’d been compelled to fight
as was supposed to happen, she wouldn’t have had the option.
She nodded, ashamed. “And you… Free will?”
Now it was my turn to nod. Also… maybe ashamed? I covered
myself with one hand, and in an instant she was up close, and my
sword was at the ready. Only, she didn’t attack. She stared at me
with fear, but one hand went to my hand that was down there, and
moved it aside.
“Don’t hide it,” she said, and then reached under my loincloth
and pulled it out, stroking it slowly, tenderly, eyes never leaving
mine. The brilliance of that red was stunning. “Can you get me out
of here?”
I blinked, looking down at her demonic, clawed hand on my cock.
“Is that what this is? Are you a succubus, here to seduce me into
abandoning my post?”
Her grip tightened. “Not at all. But I saw you—you were…
doubtful.”
“I wasn’t—”
 “My kind can read doubt from a mile away.” She stroked me
again, then lowered her hand to cradle my balls. “I’m a demon,
simple as that. But one that enjoys the opportunity in front of me. In
all ways.”
The way she was touching me sent warm tingles throughout my
body that felt better than anything I’d ever experienced. Considering
that I was in heaven, that was saying something.
I took her hand away, though, and nodded. “We’ll finish this…
below. Stay close.”
Her eyes lit up, glowing, and she nodded.
I don’t know what I was thinking. Whether it was the idea of
fucking this demon, or the craving for companionship as I left
everything I had known as far back as I could remember, but I knew
I wanted her to come with me. At the temple entrance, I paused,
watching angels move toward the great hall in joyous celebration of
their victory. Dragging a sex-crazed demon like this one behind me
simply wouldn’t do. Taking one of the tablecloths, I draped it over
her head and told her to stay close, to get behind me if there was
trouble, and then indicated the point of departure.
“There,” I said, indicating the place where we could jump. “You
can… fly?”
She glanced back at the lump of the cloth on her wings, and
nodded. “I don’t understand. Why are you helping me?”
“I’m not. I’m breaking out of here.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Bullshit.”
“What’s worse? Knowing you’re a slave, or suddenly finding out
you’ve been a slave your whole life, but didn’t even know it?”
“I honestly don’t know.”
“Me neither, but I’d say they’re at least on equal grounds. To
have no free will and not even know it… well, how could I live in a
place that had kept me as a physical and mental slave? I can’t. I
won’t.”
“The feeling is… understandable.”
“Together,” I said, and as much as I was scared of her, fighting
down an ingrained hatred of her kind and a deep-seated need to kill
her, the word meant something. It meant we were going to escape
this, because her understanding of my current frame of mind made
her, in a strange way, closer to me than anyone had ever been.
To some this might have seemed rushed. Childish, even. At best,
seen me as a teenager engaging in a fantasy. Well fuck all of them—
this was me, a super-powerful being, recently released into the
world, and for the first time discovering both an interest in the
opposite sex and a tool for pursing it.
So forgive me if I was partially driven by the craving to stuff my
cock into this demon’s mouth once we were out of there. To watch
those breasts rock as she rode me. To… well, you get the idea.
Without another word, the two of us took off for the jump point.
Other angels were starting to gather near the great hall, likely about
to begin gathering the forces again. But some were at the jump
point… more than one of them going over.
Other angels were defecting before I had my chance!
“You there, stop!” a large angel in full heraldic armor shouted, a
Valkyrie at his side as they intercepted an angel making a run for it.
The angel turned my way and I recognized him as my equal—an
angelic soldier by the name of Irdoan.
“Leon, good!” he exclaimed, grabbing the other angel and
tackling him to the ground. “The generals have proclaimed an
emergency. We have defectors, and they must be stopped. Some
have already escaped and we’re forming teams to go after them, if
you’ll—”
Fuck this guy. I said, “Hurry,” and broke into a sprint.
His eyes went wide as he realized what was happening, but his
hands were full with the other angel, his Valkyrie already diving for
another one near the departure point. He started to shout, when a
black line of smoke burst forth in front of him and he went cross-
eyed, losing consciousness a moment later.
I glanced back to see the demon smirking, and had to hope she’d
only knocked him out, nothing more. His prey was up, running
toward us and shouting his thanks, when a long, golden spear
pierced his chest! A line of angelic hunters were moving in, more
spears at the ready.
Holy Gods, they’d killed him!
 “Desertion will not be allowed!” a woman at their front shouted,
more spears at the ready.
“Can you keep the spears off of us?” I asked.
The demon glanced over, worried, and said, “I can cloak us…
momentarily. But they’ll see the smoke.”
I was familiar with the idea. Demons who weren’t attacking could
get by unseen, but once they became aggressors there was no
escape. To think that she could cloak me too was a surprise, but I
nodded. Her smoke earlier could only mean one thing—that she’d
been at least debating going on the attack. Point was, she hadn’t.
“Make it happen.”
She cast off the cloth I’d given her, wings spreading wide to
gasps nearby, and then she spun, black smoke taking us, swirling
around us quickly as she shouted, “Run!”
Spears were incoming, but we had taken off, sprinting toward the
departure point, and then we both leaped up, wings spread wide
and almost knocking into each other. As more spears came, one
whizzing right past my head, we were down and past the clouds, the
barrier of heavenly light breaking as we passed through it.
“Holy fuck!” she shouted, diving past me, wings pressed back
against her skin, only flapping once to change her trajectory—and in
that brief moment I caught a damn fine view of her ass.
Even as I was running for my life, the thoughts wouldn’t leave
me. I had to laugh, flapping to follow her route and then diving to
move to her side. We flew through the air, sharing a smile, and then
turned as a spear went through the air between us, slamming into
another defecting angel far below us.
A glance up showed that the hunters weren’t in pursuit, yet.
“This way,” I shouted, guiding her in the opposite direction, and
soon we were out of sight, and I hoped, range. They hadn’t been
given the order to pursue yet, and were doing their damned best to
stick to their orders to the letter.
But I knew it was likely eating them up, now that free will had
become a thing. Or had it only affected some of us, this shift, or
opening of the rift? Soon we were moving along a cliff face I didn’t
recognize, overlooking a valley I’d certainly never seen before.
 We landed and she turned to me, crouching, defensive. “What
now?”
“We look for answers,” I said. “Find out what’s happened. Maybe
start with… the plains.”
She eyed me, considering this, but then ever-so-subtly licked her
lips.
“Unless,” I started, not sure about where I was going or if I was
really ready. “Unless you have something else in mind?”
Her eyes narrowed, but then her stance relaxed, a smile forming
on her lips. “Are you serious with this?”
“Should I not be?” Honestly, it was all very confusing.
She chuckled. “To be clear, I’m a demon. Daedra the Feared,
Daedra the Bloodthirsty… or at least I was. But still, Daedra. A
demon.”
“Nice to meet you, Daedra. My name is Leon.”
She smiled, mischievously. “Part of my job is to seduce, to kill, to
do… evil. You—you’re an angel.”
“Was.”
“Was?”
I nodded. “From now on, I’m something else. Something…
better.” She tilted her head questioningly, and wanting to sound
grand in the moment, I said, “A god.”
“A god.” Her smile widened. “Is that so?”
Without waiting for me to answer, she stepped closer, one of her
hands moving over her chest. As the hand passed, the armor there
moved aside, basically fading into thin air, leaving her breasts fully
exposed. Beautiful, full breasts. No golden glow, no angelic light, but
with a very true olive color of tanned flesh, dark little nipples. She
ran her hands down her body, reaching into the cloths covering the
lower part of her body to touch herself and let out a soft moan.
“You want to touch me?” she asked. “Or me to touch you, my
god?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more.”
Her hands rose to the back of my head, pulling me in. Angels
were warm, but her touch was hotter than I’d expected, almost
painful even. At first. Then it was like getting into a hot bath—one
that feels scalding at first, but then is the best sensation you’ve ever
felt. Her touch was like this, her kiss more so.
Gold flashes of light filled the sky, beams slamming into the
ground nearby and leaving the crouched forms of angelic hunters in
their wake. That meant they’d been given the order to pursue. Not
good for us.
“Relinquish your hold on the heavenly light,” one of them called,
and I was relieved to see that, as they all stood, there wasn’t
anyone I knew amongst them. A good thing, that, since I’d likely
have to try to kill them. They wore helmets that partially concealed
their faces, gold and curved at the bottoms, the one the leader of
the group was wearing with a lion carved into it.
The hunters were known for their skill, until now always
employed to go after particularly nasty demons causing trouble in
the spirit realms. This was the first time I’d find out how an angel
such as myself stood up against them.
“Not going to happen,” I said, and pulled my sword from the sky.
“Relinquish the light!” the man repeated, and then pointed his
spear at the demon at my side. “And we will take care of this filth.”
“Watch your tongue,” I replied, and then motioned to the demon,
hoping she got the message.
We charged at once. I knew their strategy would be to attack
fast with their spears. Ranged attacks, and even when it came to
hand-to-hand, they rarely had to deal with an enemy up close. So I
got in as close as I could, swirling about with my sword strikes.
They were good, blocking and countering… but I was better.
When they’d strike, I’d be ready with a block, always staying in close
to at least one of them. Always ready for their next blow. This sort of
close combat against larger numbers was where I excelled. And I
wasn’t fighting randomly, or to bring in a mark as they were, but for
my freedom.
My freedom, and this random demon’s survival. I glanced over at
her as I fought, shouting as I thrust my sword into one of the
hunter’s chests. Who was she, that I would fight so passionately for?
Or was it that I was projecting my needs onto her, that I made her
an excuse? Time would tell.
 I pulled my sword free, watching the first angel I’d ever killed
drain away, becoming one with the light. The others all fought with
more ferocity then, finally realizing what I was capable of. While they
might have thought killing another angel beyond any of us, I had
proven that untrue. A question arose in me, causing me to nearly
take a spear to the chest, only dodging at the last second and
getting a wing clipped because of it.
If I was able to kill my own kind, a heavenly host… what did that
really make me? Was I still an angel, or something else entirely?
Daedra was at my side, holding her own. When one hunter tried
to stab her, she flapped her wings and was spinning up and to her
right. A halberd appeared in her hands with a flurry of smoke and
she thrust, taking the hunter in the shoulder.
Another hunter came at her from above, but she leveraged the
first thrust to pull herself out of harm’s way and leave the hunter
below exposed, so that the spear went right into his leg. He was
now injured and pinned in place.
“We’ll give you one last chance!” the lead hunter shouted, but he
was already lunging for a killing blow even as the words left his
mouth.
So, fuck him. I spun, bringing my sword around, and put up a
shield for the blow I knew would’ve otherwise taken me down. The
spear hit and I was knocked slightly off course, but only enough so
that when my sword connected with his head, it didn’t cleanly
decapitate him. He fell over as I landed, his head clinging on with a
thread of skin. Then he was gone in a flash of gold.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Daedra taking down another.
It said something about her strength, as not many demons could
survive against a single hunter, let alone a group of them. Or maybe
fighting at my side was giving her extra boosts? Either way, there
were only two of them left.
A rumbling sounded, then suddenly the ground burst open and a
monstrous beast charged out, large claws tearing into the hunter
opposite me, pulling him to shreds so that golden blood splattered.
I pulled back, pressed up against Daedra, as the other remaining
hunter attempted to avenge his friend. No luck, and a moment later
he was following his friend down the throat of the monster, teeth
tearing him apart on the way.
We ran, half sprinting, half flying as another monster appeared in
the sky. The second was much like the first, but with scales and a
long neck, teeth gnashing and steam billowing from its nostrils.
“On me,” Daedra shouted as her armor returned. She dodged
sideways for a tackle, the two of us rolling. For an instant I thought
she might be attacking me, but then saw the smoke around us,
fading to a sheen of black, like a bubble. In response to my
inquisitive look, she explained, “We’re cloaked. Keep moving, but
stay low. No magic.”
I nodded, and we were up, moving as a duo as the two monsters
tore each other apart behind us. They weren’t natural, they didn’t
belong on the plains. How many times had I been here and never
seen anything like that? The shift was changing much more than we
knew.
But on the plus side, I noticed a screen had been floating nearby
ever since I’d killed the last of the hunters before the beast
appeared. At the time it had seemed like a random eyesore, but now
I realized that its presence meant I’d leveled up again!
We moved around to the other side of a rock formation, pausing,
and I took the opportunity to catch my breath and see what those
skill points from earlier, and this leveling up, could be used for. To my
relief, the sounds of fighting had died off, so I assumed we were in
the clear for now.
A screen like this didn’t make sense to me, but I understood the
basic ideas behind attack, speed, and whatnot. I also saw that there
were more techniques I could learn, which the screen called “Spells.”
For now, seeing as I had five points, I assigned three to defense and
one to speed, and used one to open a new spell that was called,
Hunter’s Bow. The screen now read:

Level: 72
Class: Angelic Host
Attack: 121
Defense: 110
Speed: 202
Mana: 363

Spells

White: Shield of Light Level 14

Yellow: Heavenly Blade Level 10; Hunter’s Bow Level 1

Not sure how that worked, I simply thought of using it and noticed a
golden bow appear in my hand. Without arrows, I lifted it,
pretended to knock an arrow, and wasn’t at all surprised when an
arrow of golden light appeared.
That could come in useful, I thought, and put it away as I
noticed Daedra had a screen in front of her, too.
“So I’m not going insane,” I said, nodding toward her screen.
She shook her head. “A couple others had them, demons who
leveled up after killing a few of their own kind before our attack on
the heavens. I wasn’t sure what it was, but… No, I’m still not.”
I stepped beside her and noticed that she was only a level
twenty-seven. It made me wonder what this was—a gauge of years
lived combined with power? Or was there some other measurement
at play?
“From what I’ve gathered, you can apply those points,” I
indicated the three she had at the top right of her screen, “to
upgrade yourself, somehow.”
“What the fuck?”
“Honestly, I have no idea why, but imagine it has to do with
whatever gave me free will and made you not a slave anymore. I
imagine answers are coming, or we’ll find them for ourselves. In the
meantime, see, your defense is strong but attack could be better,
and it looks like you’re connected to the black, purple, and red
colors, while mine are only white and yellow. I guess that fits, but,
click there.” I pointed to the red circle.
Sure enough, when she hit it there were several upgrade options.
I guessed she had more, being lower level.
“Those are like new shields, new attacks, stuff like that,” I said.
“Spells, kind of. You definitely will want to try those out.”
She smiled, nodded, and said, “Sure, maybe when I have some
down time to look it over, make sure I get the best upgrades.”
I nodded, watching her swipe the screen away, still amazed that
I was here with this beauty, this stunning creature who was in so
many ways my complete opposite.
Her eyes met mine and we held that moment. I leaned in, about
to kiss her, when another flash of gold light went off. The beam of
light slammed into the ground. We spun to see another angelic
hunter kneeling, spear at the ready.
“FUCK!” I shouted, both very aware of my cursing, and
embracing it. If I was going to be a god, I was going to have to get
used to doing whatever the hell I felt like. But seriously, could I get a
break here?
I held out my hand, sword flaming into existence, and took a
step toward the hunter.
“Wait,” a voice said, almost gingerly. The angel took off her
helmet, her breastplate, casting them aside. “It’s me.”
“Naratha?” I stared, confused.
She stood there in her silks, taut nipples showing through as the
wind whipped about her. “I didn’t come to fight, but to go with you.”
Her eyes moved from me to Daedra, then back again, confused.
“Go with us?” I asked, cocking my head.
“I…” She looked truly dumbfounded.
“It’s either us, or not at all.”
“I can never go back. Because of you!”
“Wrong. You can never go back… because of you.”
Naratha’s eyes bored into me, considering who I was and our
predicament. Finally she said, “Then… yes.”
 “You know her, I’m assuming,” Daedra interjected. “If you trust
her, what am I going to do? Let’s move before more show up.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” I glancing around the plains. “You know
your way around here?”
“We should be able to find a cave to hide out in. This way.”
Daedra motioned us along and took the lead.
Watching a nearly nude demon run, even one with goat feet, was
proving incredibly sexy. It made sense to stick to the ground instead
of flying, for one because we wanted to stay low, out of sight, but
also because flying took magical energy, energy that the hunters and
demons could track.
The lower our magical presence, the less likely we were to be
found.
“I’m confused,” Naratha admitted as we ran, trying to keep her
voice down so Daedra wouldn’t hear. “How did… this… come about?”
“You weren’t exactly jumping to be at my side up there,” I spat
out. “So when I found someone on the same page, someone who—”
“A fucking demon!” she interrupted me.
Daedra glanced back, laughed, and said, “Princess, you have no
idea.”
To Naratha’s relief, Daedra kept running, pausing as the grass
gave way to rocky terrain, then leading us toward a tree line.
“There was a time things like that would’ve mattered,” I said.
“And that time was before I had a choice. Now that I do, I don’t see
why I should decide on my friends, or lovers, based on their
appearance or race.”
Naratha frowned. “Lover?”
“Wrap your pretty head around that.” I ran a bit faster, not
wanting to address the issue at hand. I’d just referred to the demon
as my lover. But Naratha had left everything behind to come after
me. Why?
Actually, yeah… “Why?” I stopped, turning to her, vaguely aware
of Daedra coming to a halt a ways ahead and turning back in
frustration, but waiting and giving us space. “Why’d you come after
me?”
 “It’s crazy up there,” she said. “As soon as you were gone, the
generals started briefing us and… you wouldn’t believe it.”
“Try me.”
She took a deep breath, chest rising and then falling again. “The
plains,” she gestured around, “these plains. They’re saying there’s
something special about them, more so than before. Like the spirit
realm is changing, breaking apart, forming new worlds. There’s talk
of portals here, ways of accessing them. Everyone will be fighting for
control over these portals, and, well… it’s war on a larger scale than
we ever conceived of.”
I could tell she was scared, and honestly what she said sort of
frightened me. But as I thought about it I realized that no, I wasn’t
scared. I was excited.
“These worlds… we could go to one of them. We could start a
new life.”
She nodded, enthusiastically.
“But… you didn’t say—why me?”
“I missed you,” she blurted out, finally getting to the real answer.
“Could have said so a bit earlier, no?”
She frowned, ran a hand through her golden hair, and then
turned to look at the demon. “I get what you see in her. I do. It was
like when I saw your cock last night—it was beautiful, but… scary.
And I wanted it, but couldn’t quite accept that I wanted it.”
“My cock isn’t scary.”
She laughed. “To me? It is. You imagine putting something like
that inside you, you’ll see what I mean. But the danger of it
intrigued me, just like…” She nodded at Daedra. “Maybe you see her
as something you shouldn’t be doing, as kind of scary, but enticing,
alluring.”
“I see her as someone who gets me. She and my cock have very
little in common, aside from an affection for each other… I think.”
“They do,” Daedra called over. She pointed at her ears, “By the
way, demon hearing. It’s amazing.”
“Thanks for letting us know earlier,” I called back, then laughed.
Taking Naratha’s hand in mine, I looked into her eyes, showing I was
sincere. “I want you along. Hell, I want you—you know this. But just
because you showed up doesn’t mean we should…”
“Cast me aside?” Daedra started walking back.
“Exactly.”
The demon came to a stop, staring Naratha down. “Is that what
you’d have him do? Be done with me, now that I’ve served my
purpose?”
Naratha took a moment, staring at the demon, then slowly shook
her head. “You’re scary, but… sexy. As I said, enticing. Not just to
him.”
That hit me as a bit of a surprise, and Daedra arched an
eyebrow.
“Excuse me?” she said.
Naratha shrugged. “An angel gets free will for the first time, finds
herself with a well-hung god of an angel and a gorgeous demon
lady. You think I’m not curious?”
I laughed, then realized both of them had turned toward me.
“What?”
“Are we doing this?” Daedra asked.
Naratha stared, waiting. “Well?”
“If by ‘this,’ you mean…?” I had an idea, but didn’t want to be
presumptuous.
“The three of us, on the run, experimenting with this newfound
free will,” Naratha elaborated.
“And freedom,” Daedra added. “Just, in general. And by
experimenting, I think she means fucking each other’s brains out.”
Naratha’s eyes went wide, but she offered a subtle nod.
All I could say in response was, “How far is the nearest cave?”
“Let’s move faster,” Daedra said, and she took us both in with her
eyes, clearly ready for what was to come. Naratha, for her part, was
certainly running faster, and I felt a new motivation, to be sure.
The cave was exactly where Daedra had expected to find it, and
as soon as we were in she turned to Naratha, grinned like the crazy
demon she was, and then leaned in to lick her cheek. I thought
Naratha was going to punch her. Instead, she took the challenge.
Her eyes shifted to ‘oh, you want to test me’ and she took the other
woman, running a hand along one of her horns as her eyes met
mine, and then brought her in for a kiss.
I don’t need to mention growing hard at that, because two hot,
nearly nude women kissing and caressing each other is hot. When
one’s a beautiful, golden angel and the other is a stunning, sexy
demon? Yeah, it was like I could feel the orgasm taking hold already,
although it didn’t happen yet, I was glad to say.
“You don’t have to—” I started, but Naratha turned Daedra
around to face me, wings spread on each side of her as she pressed
herself to the demon’s back, hands moving along her bare skin.
“You want this, don’t you?” she asked.
I nodded.
Her hands went to the curve of Daedra’s breasts, moving in a
semi-circle to trace them, then continued as the armor vanished
again so that her breasts were bare. Naratha took the demon’s dark
nipples between her fingers. A golden light shone through her
fingers and caused Daedra to slightly convulse, even moan. Now
Daedra was reaching back over her shoulder to kiss the angel, and
Naratha’s right hand moved down to find the demon’s pussy.
“Touch yourself,” Naratha said, turning from the kiss to watch
me. With this and her wanting to see last night, I was starting to get
an idea for her tastes. Daedra smiled, apparently liking this prospect
as well.
“You do realize the angelic hunters are out there,” I reminded
them. “That more could arrive at any minute.”
Naratha slid her fingers into Daedra. Again, the golden light
made the demon convulse, squirm, and then she was reaching back,
finding Naratha’s pussy as well.
This was all new for me, so as both women eyed me hungrily, I
undid my loincloth and let it fall to the ground. Next, I took my hard
cock in my hand, stroking it and loving the reactions in their
expressions.
“Now bring it over here,” Daedra said, pulling away from Naratha
but taking her hand, so that they were like a welcoming committee
as I approached. She took my finger, sucking on it as she eyed my
cock, but instead of making a move on me as I thought she would,
she guided me to Naratha. “Strip her.”
A moment of uncertainty passed between Naratha and I, but
then she nodded, and I stepped up, taking her silk-like robe and
pulling it down to expose her slim frame and what were slightly less-
than-a-handful breasts. On the smaller side and sexy in their own
way, though quite the opposite of the voluptuous Daedra.
She glanced down, went to cover herself. I pulled her arm aside
and took one of her nipples in my mouth, massaging it with my
tongue and lips. It was glorious, the taste of her like butterscotch
and cream pies.
My hand moved between her legs as Daedra moved back,
leaning against the wall to watch, loving it.
Suddenly, Naratha pulled my hand away, turned her eyes to the
ground.
“What’s going on?” Daedra asked after a moment of stunned
silence. I wanted to know the same thing, but had a feeling I knew
where this was going.
“After this, what?” Naratha asked. “It’s… wrong.”
Daedra laughed a cold laugh, but I held up a hand to stop her.
“No, I get what she’s saying.” I took Naratha by the chin, turning
her face to me. “But don’t you see? With all this power, and these
screens, to get even more power. It’s limitless, it seems. Like… gods.
We can be gods in our own right.”
“How can you say that?” Naratha asked, stepping back. Judging
by the fact that she didn’t question the mention of screens, she was
aware of them, too. “It’s… wrong.”
“Is it?” I stood, cock out and ready. “Worship me, kneel. See how
right it is.”
She stared at me, confusion and worry etched on her face. “It’s…
forbidden.” But her eyes lowered to my cock, grown to its full length
and girth, and she tilted her head.
“It’s your choice,” I said. “It can only be your choice.”
A low purring sound came from Daedra, almost a humming.
Naratha stepped forward, knelt, and ever so gingerly, reached
out. Her hand stopped an inch from my cock, her eyes staring at it
as if that would make it happen faster. And then suddenly she was
on it, plunging it into her mouth as much as she could, both hands
stroking it, caressing my balls, then going to my ass and squeezing
as she pulled me into her.
“That’s more like it,” Daedra said, and then she was up, coming
back over to join us. Golden light flowed through Naratha’s hands
and sent warm tingles through my cock, while Daedra knelt next to
her, slipping a finger into the angel’s pussy and kissing her back,
then her wings.
I reached out and cautiously touched one of those horns. It was
cold, like steel. Daedra grinned up at me. We were really doing this.
“You’ll see… when this is over,” I said, caressing Naratha’s cheek,
moving her hair behind her ears. I turned to Daedra, lower her face
to Naratha’s pussy. Her red, hot tongue darted out and took a lick,
then the demon buried her face in the angel’s mound. “When this is
over, when we’ve taken a world for ourselves… All of us will be
gods.”

THE END
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 Course. The progress of the disease will vary greatly according to
the nature of the lesion. With complete rupture of the ureter the
urine as a rule escapes into the peritoneal cavity. If the urine is
aseptic this may not lead to serious results and the edges of the
wound cicatrizing, the urine is imprisoned in the ureter and pelvis of
the kidney, and leads to final atrophy of the kidney and
hydronephrosis. When on the other hand infecting matter escapes
with the urine, as in perforating ulcer, tubercle, glanders, cancer,
infective catarrh of the kidneys or ureter, such infection is brought in
contact with the whole peritoneal surface, where secondary
infections follow. In cases associated with penetrating wounds,
wounds resulting from dystokia, calculus or parasitic obstruction,
similar infection is to be dreaded.
The symptoms are by no means clear, unless the injury result from
external traumatism, or when it can be detected by rectal
exploration. There may be blood staining of the urine, stiffness of the
loins, lameness in one hind limb, tenderness of the lumbar vertebræ
and of their transverse processes on pinching, frequent straining to
pass urine, a disposition to remain recumbent, pain and groaning
when rising, or when turned in a narrow circle. Under rectal
examination the blocked ureter may sometimes be recognized, its
cystic end shrunken and empty, up to the seat of obstruction, and its
renal end, from the hypersensitive seat of obstruction forward, full,
rounded, elastic and firm. If the ureter has been ruptured, it may be
impossible to distinguish it, but the presence of urine free in the
peritoneum may be detected through the rectum as it may often be
through the abdominal walls. Sometimes the urine infiltrates the
subperitoneal connective tissue, and forms a pasty swelling on the
loin or flank. In either case a hollow needle inserted will draw off a
liquid having an urinous odor. That this urine has escaped in front of
the bladder may be safely inferred from the continued discharge of
urine by the urethra and by the absence of cystic swelling, heat and
tenderness. If the kidney can be reached by rectal exploration it is
felt to be firm and resistent up to the period of rupture of the ureter.
In case of obstruction by calculus, crystals and even small calculi
may be passed in the urine, there is usually a history of previous
attacks of renal colic, and the suffering is manifestly extreme. In case
of worms (strongylus gigas) the use of the centrifuge on the urine,
may possibly secure in the sediment specimens of its ova. The
existence of tumors or tubercles can usually be clearly made out.
Treatment will be as varied as the lesion. Simple ureteritis may be
met by wet compresses, sinapisms, and internally by balsams and
anodynes. Calculi and parasites may be passed with some aid
perhaps from fomentations, antispasmodics, and diluents. Obstinate
cases can only be successfully met by surgical interference. The
resulting wounds in the ureter, like ruptures, perforating ulcers and
strictures may be met by Van Hook’s “lateral implantation”: the
divided cystic end of the ureter is ligatured and on the cystic side of
the ligature a longitudinal incision is made, large enough to admit
the divided extremity of the renal portion, and through each of the
two sides of this last a fine ligature is passed; these ligatures are then
passed into the lumen of the cystic portion of the ureter through its
longitudinal incision and brought outward through its walls; next the
renal end is inserted into the incision in the cystic end and the two
are firmly sewed together by the two ligatures. When a small portion
of an ureter must be excised it may sometimes be possible to save a
valuable animal by such an expedient.
In some cases of rupture into the vagina or uterus an available
fistula may sometimes be established into one of these.
 URETERITIS.

From wounds, calculus, parasites, infection, injuries in parturition. Symptoms:

in wounds of ureter. Course: danger of infection of kidney or bladder. Treatment:
for calculus, antispasmodics, anodynes, fomentations, for parasites arsenious acid,
for catarrhal conditions, balsams, buchu, salicylates, etc. Operation. Uretero-
vaginal fistula.

This may arise from the passage of a rough calculus, from wounds
of the ureter sustained in kicks and blows or by being run over by
wheels (dogs, cats), it may be due to the blocking of the tube by a
parasite such as strongylus gigas, echinococcus, etc., or it may be the
result of extension of an infectious inflammation backward from the
kidney or forward from the bladder. Again it may be the result of a
lesion of the ureter in cases of dystokia.
The symptoms are obscure but there is likely to be frequent
straining and passage of urine, tenderness of the loins, all the more
significant if confined to one side, lameness or halting on the
corresponding hind limb, and on examination through the rectum
the swollen and tender cord representing the ureter may be
recognizable. In case of calculus or other obstruction the ureter may
be felt to be swollen, elastic and tender back to a slight nodular,
painful, firm swelling at the seat of obstruction.
Course. In all such cases there is always danger of inflammation
(infections or otherwise) of the kidney with degeneration and loss of
structure and function, the organ being reduced to a simple urinous
cyst (hydronephrosis). In some cases, however, the obstruction
(calculus, parasite) may escape into the bladder and a recovery
follow. Slight infections, too, may improve and advance to complete
convalescence.
 Treatment will depend much on the causative factor: Calculus
must be treated by anodyne antispasmodics, and fomentations, and
in case of relief by measures calculated to prevent its formation
anew: parasites may be treated by arsenious acid, oil of turpentine,
and other parasiticides which are secreted by the kidneys: catarrhal
and infected conditions may be met by balsams, buchu, salicyclic
acid and even peppers. In case of calculus which does not give
promise of passing, even a surgical operation may be thought of,
especially in the smaller house animals.
In rupture of the ureter in dystokia the walls of the womb or
vagina have usually suffered, and a recovery with a ureterouterine or
uretero-vaginal fistula is not unknown.
 ACUTE CATARRHAL CYSTITIS.

Acrid diuretics, by mouth or skin, microbian infection, retention of urine,

urethral calculus, parasites, spasm, enforced suspension of micturition, unclean
catheter, adjacent infection, chill. Lesions: hyperæmia of mucosa, thickening,
vascular distention, clouding of epithelium, muco-purulent secretion, alkaline
fermentation, ammonia, liquefaction of cells, erosion. Symptoms: Slight fever, stiff,
straddling gait, urine scanty, cloudy, alkaline, penis or clitoris semi-erect, smearing
of tail or prepuce. Crystals of triple phosphate. Treatment: Antiseptics, boric or
salicylic acid, gum arabic, astringent antiseptics, laxatives, flax seed, slippery elm,
anodynes, diluents, piperazine, drainage, rest, restricted laxative diet, warmth,
avoid stimulants.

Causes. Cystitis is caused in all animals by irritant diuretics like

cantharides, copaiba, or oil of turpentine given by the mouth or
applied to an extensive cutaneous surface. It is an error, however, to
conclude with Williams that this is the sole cause. The very existence
of calculi virtually implies bacterial infection, and fermentation. The
presence of free ammonia in the urine usually implies fermentation,
and fermentation must be looked upon as practically synonymous
with microbian invasion. That bacteria may be present without
serious injury is undoubted. The protective power of the healthy
mucosa is very great. But when the mucosa is weakened, microbes
that would otherwise be harmless, find a ready infection atrium, and
triumph over the weakened tissues. Hence retention of urine and
overdistension of the bladder as in urethral calculus, blocking of the
urethra by a parasite, spasm of the sphincter vesicæ, compulsory
retention as in the mare in harness, the dog kept indoors, or in
railway car on a long journey, or in mares so travelling, may become
the occasion of cystitis. Even in cases in which no microbe is present
at first, this reaches the bladder by the introduction of an unclean
catheter, or by extension from an uretheritis, vaginitis or metritis, or
even from a peritonitis, or infected urachus. Or the infection may
descend from a suppurating kidney. Another occasion of microbian
invasion is the congestion which attends on exposure to cold.
Lesions. Hyperæmia of the cystic mucosa, with dilation and
tortuous deviations of the larger vessels, thickening of the
membrane, and distension and clouding of the epithelial cells, with a
thick covering of tenacious mucus containing epithelial, pus, or white
blood cells. As the disease advances epithelium is desquamated
abundantly, and degenerates with production of free nuclei and pus.
Along with these are microbes, usually the bacillus coli communis,
and various cocci. In the fully established disease there is liable to be
alkaline fermentation, and the liberated ammonia dissolves the
epithelial cells, leading to extensive desquamation and raw
granulating surfaces, so that the disease tends to run in a vitiating
circle, the alkali dissolving the epithelium and increasing the
microbian development and fermentation, which in its turn produces
an increasing quantity of ammonia.
Symptoms. There is slight hyperthermia or none, stiff or
straddling gait, frequent passage of urine in small quantities and
cloudy, or straining without passage, the penis or clitoris is semi-
erect, eversion of the lips of the vulva is frequent, and the bladder is
tender (through prepubian wall, vagina or rectum). If a finger is
inserted into the bladder in the mare the thickening of the walls can
often be recognized. The urine often contains precipitated crystals of
ammonio-magnesian phosphate, and even clots of blood. It has an
alkaline reaction even in herbivora.
Treatment. The danger centres around the bacteridian
fermentations, and a main object must be to disinfect the bladder.
This will be all the more effectual if the lotions used are of an acid
reaction. Thus boric acid or salicylic acid in 3 per cent. solution,
injected after evacuation of the bladder and repeated a number of
times a day may soon establish a healthy action. If the bladder is
especially irritable a boiled weak solution of gum arabic will form a
suitable medium. Other antiseptics are often used as creosote
(0.5:100), carbolic acid (3:100), chloride of zinc (3:100), chlorate of
potash (3:100), mercuric chloride (1:5000), silver nitrate (0.5:100),
or astringents are often better: PbA, ZnSO4 tannic acid, ferri chloridi
in dilute solution so as not to cause pain.
 The bowels should be kept open by an occasional saline laxative,
pain moderated by codeine, and abundance of pure water and a
laxative diet enjoined. Linseed tea, and infusions of slippery elm or
marsh mallow have long been employed, and by soothing and
relaxing the bowels they act favorably on the urinary mucosa.
Stimulants of the urinary track like buchu, uva ursi or copaiba in
small doses, or antiseptics like creosote, boric acid, salicylic acid,
piperazine, are available in slight cases or when the acute symptoms
have subsided somewhat. With prior infection of the kidneys, the
latter may be used. Constant drainage may be necessary to avoid
distension.
Perfect rest is absolutely essential, a restricted laxative diet, and a
careful avoidance of cold, and stimulants.
When urine is retained it should be removed with a thoroughly
aseptic catheter.
In case of blood clots in the bladder, wash out with a boiled normal
salt solution.
 ACUTE CROUPOUS CYSTITIS.

This has been found to follow the use of cantharides and other
irritant diuretics, and to follow on certain specific diseases. Its nature
is that of catarrhal inflammation, but with a fibrinous product or
false membrane formed more or less extensively on the inflamed
mucosa.
Symptoms are essentially those of catarrhal cystitis from which it
is distinguished by the presence in the urine of flakes of the fibrinous
membrane.
Treatment is essentially the same as in the catarrhal form, to
which may be added the injection of a solution of 4 grains scale
pepsin to the ounce of sterilized water. The boric acid solution may
be of the strength of 20 per cent. Irrigate two or three times a day.
 CHRONIC CATARRHAL CYSTITIS.

This may begin as such or it may continue after an acute attack. It

has been noticed in horse, ox, and dog.
It may be associated with calculi, gravel, papilloma, and bacterial
invasion especially by the colon bacillus.
Lesions. The mucosa and muscular coat are thickened, corrugated,
puckered and contracted so that the bladder will not contain more
than a few ounces of urine. The surface of the mucosa is discolored,
mottled and variegated, slaty blue, brown, red, purple, or even black,
with ulcers, encrustations of triple phosphate, and fungoid
elevations. In dogs especially, the prostate is often enlarged.
Symptoms. Frequent urination accomplished with pain, groaning,
or whining and it may be with sudden arrest. There may be
incontinence, the urine dribbling almost continuously from the penis
or vulva and in the latter case trickling down the thighs. The
presence of pus and mucus tends to mat the hairs, and a strong
urinous and ammoniacal odor is emitted.
Palpation of the prepubian region often, and of the vagina or
rectum always causes pain and wincing. Temperature is normal.
Urine is albuminous in ratio to the amount of pus, or above that,
and is then suggestive of kidney disease and likely to be complicated
by casts.
Complicating lesions of the womb, vagina, prostate, and kidney are
to be carefully looked for, also cystic papilloma.
Prognosis. Recovery though not uncommon is too often but partial
and it is usually desirable to fatten the animal.
Treatment. Rest, moderate laxative diet, pure drinking water ad
libitum, warmth, antiseptic irrigation.
 CYSTITIS IN THE OX.

Special Symptoms. Beside general disorder there is a disposition

to decubitus, but with frequent rising to urinate though the bladder
is not filled to repletion. Then the urine is passed in a slow stream by
abdominal contraction, and without pulsating contractions of the
urethra at the ischium which are so marked in calculus. Cystitis is
greatly aggravated by overdistension, and if the bladder is paralyzed
is very liable to go on to rupture.
Galtier considers enzootic hæmaturia as essentially a hæmorrhagic
cystitis, due to marshy soils, disordered liver, often distomatosis, and
irritation of the urinary organs by the poisons which the liver was
helpless to destroy or eliminate.
The treatment of cystitis in cattle does not differ materially from
that of the horse.
The hæmorrhagic form demands prevention by drainage,
cultivation and the use of phosphates to the soil.
 CYSTITIS IN DOGS.

The special symptoms in dogs are uneasiness and frequent

changes of place. The patient passes urine often in small quantity,
and with whines or cries. He walks slowly and stiffly with the back
arched, and compression of the abdomen and especially of the
prepubian region is painful to a marked degree. The tense elastic
bladder may often be distinctly felt through the abdominal walls. The
inflamed bladder is liable to paresis and paralysis with great
overdistension, and aggravation of the general symptoms, the eyes
sunken, and dullness, stupor and coma betraying uræmic poisoning.
Some claim rupture of the bladder as is so common in the ox.
In the main, treatment is as for the horse. Rest, warm bath, or
fomentations, catheterism with aseptic catheter, draw urine through
hypodermic nozzle in prepubian region. Antiseptics: boric or salicylic
acid by the mouth and bladder. Laxatives, and plenty of water are
important. Free access to open air where the animal can urinate, is
very essential. In chronic cases, buchu, copaiba, balsams, or
piperazine may be employed. Mustard blister. Electricity. Small
doses of belladonna to give tone to the bladder.
 ATONY AND PARALYSIS OF THE BLADDER.

Causes. This comes usually from troubles of innervation.

Paraplegia, dorsal and lumbar fractures with injury to the spinal
cord, brain lesions, hæmoglobinuria with effusion pressing on the
cystic plexus, overdistension of the viscus, from cervical spasm,
urethral stricture or calculus or parasite (strongylus gigas), acute or
chronic cystitis. In dogs it may come from obstruction by enlarged
prostate. Polypus blocking the cervix and chronic disease of the walls
of the organ are additional causes.
Symptoms. More or less complete retention of the urine. The
bladder cannot be completely emptied except by powerful
contractions of the abdominal muscles. Habitually it may escape in
drops, or in jets at intervals during exercise. Palpation will show
overdistended bladder as a tense, elastic mass. But as overdistension
may occur without paralysis, no case can be certainly diagnosed
without catheterization to show that the urethra is free.
When the paralysis affects the cervix, the urine escapes continually
and trickles down the insides of the hips in mares, or from the sheath
in males.
Diagnosis demands catheterism and rectal examination.
Complication. Cystitis by retention. Infection by catheter.
Treatment. Corresponds to causes. These corrected, use aseptic
catheter often. After extreme distension empty partially, or inject a
few ounces of borax or boric acid solution. Thus avoid collapse and
inflammation, and secure antisepsis. Give tone by a course of
strychnia, (ergot, belladonna), mustard blister; turpentine in small
doses. Better electricity, 1 pole in bladder, 1 on pubic symphysis.
Apply for 5 minutes.
 TUMORS OF THE BLADDER.

Recorded cases of sarcoma (Mauri), carcinoma (Cadeac, Hink,

Friedberger), and tuberculosis can be adduced. Papilloma is perhaps
as frequent as any of the above. The author has treated two cases of
papilloma in mares complicated with multiple small calculi and
gravel. Treatment is exclusively surgical and in the mare with the
widely dilatable urethra this is sometimes possible through that
channel. In the same animals diagnosis may be accomplished by
introducing the finger into the urethra and bladder. In other females
and males, vaginal or rectal palpation must be resorted to.
 VESICAL PARASITES.

Eustrongylus gigas. Dog, horse, man.

Trichosoma plicata. Dog.
Œstrus Hemorrhoidalis. Mare.
 SPASM OF NECK OF BLADDER.

Spasm of the cervix vesicæ has been doubted, save as the result of
local inflammation, yet it not uncommonly takes place in horses and
other animals in connection with irritation attendant on the
retention of urine during work, or in dogs during a period passed
indoors. Trouble and suffering continues, with ineffectual efforts to
micturate, but practically complete relief is secured by
catheterization or by a spontaneous abundant discharge. The
neurosis which leads to it is produced or aggravated at times by
enlarged prostate, or lesions in the urethra. Intense fear may cause
it.
Treatment. Remove cause. Give antispasmodics, valerian, musk,
bromides, chloral hydrate, opium, stramonium, hyoscyamus,
codeine, etc., may be given as injections or suppositories. For the
horse spread the litter and soothe by whistle or song. Or use the
catheter and correct any local irritation.
RUPTURE AND LACERATION OF THE BLADDER.

This occurs most commonly in oxen from obstruction of the

urethra by a calculus. Similar obstruction in the horse causes most
acute symptoms, calling for immediate relief, and rupture is a
comparatively rare occurrence. Pench mentions a case resulting from
a fall during an attack of colic, and with a full bladder. It has
happened during lithotrity, or lithotomy, and even during
parturition. Perforation by parasites has been noted and in one case
by an osseous tumor of the pubic symphysis. In horses a fatal result
is prompt, in cattle from 6 to 48 days.
Treatment surgical.
 EVERSION OF THE BLADDER.

This is really invagination into the female urethra and bladder. It

has only been seen in mares, and then by reason of the extreme
dilatability of the urethra. A pyriform, red, perhaps rugose tumor
shows between the lips of the vulva, during straining. It is covered by
mucosa, and on its upper surface near to its neck are two small
orifices from which urine oozes or comes in jets during active
expulsive efforts. It soon becomes muco-purulent on the surface, and
even excoriated. Urine escaping continuously trickles down the
thighs with much fœtor. It occurs especially during violent expulsive
efforts as in parturition or constipation.
Treatment essentially surgical consists in uniform compression to
expel blood and exudate followed by the pushing of the fundus
through the bladder and urethra. The more recent the case, the
easier is the process. Pressecq claims to have cured an obstinately
recurring case, by cauterizing the urethra up to the cervix vesicæ
with a round iron rod an inch in diameter. The resulting loss of
substance, with the neoplasia and constriction effectually prevented
renewed eversion even during parturition. Other veterinarians have
successfully excised the bladder, but this entailed incontinence and
constant offensive soaking of the thighs with urine.
 HERNIA OF THE BLADDER.

This is commonly seen in the mammalian female in connection

with rupture of the floor of the vagina during dystokia. It has also
been observed without such lesion in both male and female dogs and
horses, the bladder forming a cystocele of the vagina, or bulging
between the anus and the ischium.
Diagnosis is confirmed by careful palpation through the rectum.
The folding of the bladder backward obstructs the exit of urine.
Treatment, essentially surgical, might include replacing of the
organ and suturing of the wound, or, in the absence of a wound,
evacuation of the bladder by a hypodermic needle, and replacing by
palpation through the vagina or rectum. Sometimes suture of the
vulva is desirable.
 ANOMALIES OF THE BLADDER.

Persistent urachus. Seen in the new born and mainly in males.

Antiseptic closure is essential after having ascertained that the
urethra is pervious.
Imperforate cervix vesicæ. A case reported by Lapotre, in a
calf, had no cervix, and the ureters were blocked by pea-shaped
nodules.
Recto-vesical fistula. In a calf 13 days old the rectum opened
into the bladder and the fæces and urine escaped by a pervious
urachus. (Kaufmann and Blanc).
 URETHRAL ANOMALIES.

Imperforations. In the new born male, foal, lamb, etc. Usually at

the outer end, and it may be for some distance back. In one case the
sheath was firmly adherent on the wall of the abdomen, thus
shutting off all exit of urine. If the canal is absent only at the orifice
or for a short distance, the urethra beyond this can be felt full of
liquid and fluctuating. The patient being properly fixed a fine trochar
is pushed from the end of the penis into the blind end of the urethra,
which will be ascertained by the overcoming of resistance. The
trochar is now withdrawn and the urine flows through the cannula. A
catheter or sound is now tied in the passage to maintain it pervious
until cicatrization shall have taken place.
Hypospadias. Short urethra opening backward on the lower
surface of the penis. Considered irremediable.
Epispadias. Urethra opening on the upper surface of the penis.
Much more rare.