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Consilium Caeli

The Antebellum

"Well, good bye bro, I guess we'll meet again sometime."

"You know I hate being called that Byron, but yeah, we'll see each other soon enough."

"Take care of yourself, you hear me, I don't know why you chose to stay with them but Percy be careful. It was bad enough losing mom and dad, and now that your all that I have left, I don't want to see you in a box either."

"Byron, I promise I'll be careful, besides you won't see me in a box."

"Why's that bro?"

"Seriously quite calling me that, anyway, you won't see me in a box because I'm getting cremated."

Byron punched Percy lightly at the black humored joke. Then hugged him one last time and left the terminal. He was headed to one that would take him home, back to Fort Smith.

Percy sat on one of the seats conveniently bolted to the ground at the gate they were at. Alexander and Daniel had gone to procure tickets or something of that nature, leaving Percy alone with Nausicaea.

"Why did you do it, why did you stay with us instead of leaving?" She asked him as reclined in the chair.

"It's beneficial if I stay right now, you know the whole strength in numbers and what not. That and the fact I get to be next to a rather well groomed wolf. So I think it was the right decision."

Nausicaea blushed slightly at the comment directed at her. "Do you think your brother will be fine as well?"

Percy stretched farther back in the chair sighing. "Well, that's hard to say, but I hope he can handle himself. It's more a matter of if he can handle himself now that he's different, now that he's like us."

"Why don't you tell him to come with us, you know he'll be safer than out on his own."

Percy held back a laugh, but still chuckled lightly. "It's not that simple, Byron's always been really strong willed and assertive, he always speaks his mind, so there's no changing it. To go after him now would just be an exercise in futility."

"It seems like you're both strong willed, not many furs are brave enough to sit here and flirt with someone as dangerous as me."

"It's not dangerous at all; it's just the flow of things. If you sit here and allow me to orate upon your public beauty, then I will; if only to try to gain ground towards seeing your private beauty."

Nausicaea was stunned at the articulate snow leopard, and for a moment just stared at him with a questioning gaze.

"Now would be the part in which I'm usually slapped." Said Percy with humor and undertones of anticipation.

There was a silence between them, though it wasn't strained. It was the silence of anticipation, both parties knowing the response to be critical, even if they didn't know how yet.

"You're a weird cat Percy." She finally said in a light and simple tone.

"So I've been told".

Percy saw Alexander and Daniel walking towards them from across the concourse. Nausicaea rose form the chair as they approached, so Percy followed suit.

"We're ready to leave; it's in the usual hangar." Alexander said.

They left as abruptly as they came, Nausicaea following, forcing Percy to follow also.

"What's in the usual hangar?" Percy asked with cautious suspicion.

Nausicaea whispered back to him, "The Cessna."

Percy stumbled a little, both physically and mentally. After he regained his footing, he whispered back to her.

"A Cessna, like private jet airplane, Cessna?"

"Of course silly, one of the members of the shade is actually a millionaire, believe in or not."

"Huh, well, okay then."

Alexander turned back to them while still walking forward. "What are you two whispering about back there?"

"Oh nothing Alexander, just keep walking."

Alexander made an indiscriminate grunt and kept walking forward. As they crossed the concourse and entered a small side door Percy couldn't help but hum softly a certain dire straits song.

The hanger was relatively small, as was the jet airplane in it. The key word was relative, for compared to a Boeing 747 it was tiny, but compared to a model plane, it was a giant seeming as the lord of all avionics. Percy looked upon the plane with wonderment. He was not an aviation expert, but he knew that Cessna was famous for its private jets.

Alexander was opening the stairs; he looked back and saw Percy starring at the plane, maw slightly open in wonderment.

"It's a Citation XLS one of the model 560's. A true marvel of engineering; sixteen meters long, seventeen point seventeen meters wingspan, cruise speed a little over eight hundred kilometers an hour, three thousand four hundred kilometer range, one thousand three hundred celling limit, and a thousand meter a minute climb rate. She is a beauty of the skies I can tell you that." Alexander finished as he recited the Cessna's facts from proud memory.

The four of them made their way up the stairs and into the plane, after it was out of the hangar. Alexander and Daniel went to the cockpit, securing the door behind them, leaving Nausicaea and Percy alone in the cabin.

"So I'm guessing Alexander and Daniel can fly a jet airplane." Percy asked her, as they sat down in the nice black leather chairs of the cabin.

"Yeah, a lot of the members of the shade have a pilot's license, and I knew we would be traveling for this mission, so I choose at least two pilots for it."

The interior of the plane was what Percy expected, modern and stylish, with black leather chairs, facing each other, instead of the cramped rows of a commercial flight.

With a slight crackle the intercom system came to life. "This is your pilot Alexander Smith, and co-pilot Daniel Sheikh Muhammad, looks like clear skies, and beautiful weather for this trip. We'll be departing shortly and should arrive in Chicago in just a few hours. Please fasten your seatbelts and place all tray tables in the upright position. Turn off all electronic devices, and enjoy the ride." The intercom clicked off, and the jet started to slowly taxi out to the runway.

"Is Daniel Islamic?" Percy asked, greatly surprised by the puma's full name.

"No, but he is from Algeria originally, you wouldn't know it from his English though, not a trace of an accent." She replied without missing a beat.

The takeoff was nothing out of the ordinary, and soon they were some meters above the land below them. Alexander called on the intercom that they were free to move about the cabin, so both Percy and Nausicaea unfastened their seat belts.

The atmosphere around them was becoming charged with an emotion yet unseen by Percy. He didn't detect the inner workings of Nausicaea's desires, his mind to busy processing what had happened to him. Percy did focus his attention on her finally when she started to stare at him. Her stare was one of captivation and mystery. She seemed to be judging him with her eyes, looking him over. Percy became nervous at this, he already hated flying and this was making him even more unhinged.

Then in happened.

Nausicaea suddenly leaped from her seat onto Percy. She pushed her muzzle into his, kissing him passionately. Percy was shocked and quickly separated his muzzle from Nausicaea's. She sat in his lap, almost straddling him, their muzzles not quite touching.

"I thought you wanted to see my private beauty?" Nausicaea whispered at him sensually.

"I do, but this is sudden and if you will excuse my stopping of your very appreciative display of affection, I must ask why."

"Percy, snow leopards, are kind of my turn on."

"Ooohhhhhh-."

Nausicaea ended his eureka moment with another assault of love and lust. The leather chair, upon which Percy was seated with Nausicaea on top of him, was thankfully large enough to all comfortable seating and movement of both of them.

Their muzzles were in storm and furry with regards to love. The two of them were lost in a lust in which time doesn't slow down, it just doesn't exist. Like all great love it was truly selfish, and both were aware only of their need and desire, and lack of deterrence from the other.

Percy felt Nausicaea's paws run through his long brown hair, traveling through it and down along his back. Percy had his paws on Nausicaea's shoulder blades; he moved them down and under her arms, gently cupping her breasts. He softly caressed them and could almost feel her nipples through her bra and shirt.

Suddenly the plain jerked, and slowed slightly due to turbulence, causing Percy and Nausicaea to fall from the chair onto the floor. They landed with Percy on top of Nausicaea they looked at each other a moment before breaking away and getting undressed, not even bothering to stand up. Percy tugged off his pants, followed quickly by his briefs; the last thing to go was his shirt. He felt Nausicaea hug his naked back with her own nude body.

They rolled around the floor of the airplane. Their paws playing with each other's body, wanting to know it intimately. Percy moaned slightly as he felt Nausicaea's paw reach down and stroke the outline of his sheath. His warm feline cock was already semi hard from their intimate play.

They ended up with Nausicaea on top of Percy again as they played with each other's sex. Nausicaea lightly ran a claw down Percy's member tracing the outline of a vein. Percy was busy teasing Nausicaea; running his paw down her cute mound, almost but not quite touching her wet slit.

Nausicaea bit him lightly on the shoulder, forcing him to stop teasing her. He quickly worked a digit into her wet sex, his middle first. He followed it up with his index, then ring finger. Slowly wiggling his fingers he crawled them up into her dripping wet snatch. Soon he had all of his fingers and his thumb in her, but not his hand. Then he started to move his fingers in a particular pattern. Thumb twitch, middle finger and pinky finger twitch, back to the thumb. His fingers played her sex in a beautiful rhythm and had his hand been on a keyboard instead of a pussy it would have played the opening to when the music's over. Nausicaea was moaning in pleasure to the intricate fingering she was receiving.

Percy's cock was fully erect now, standing stiff, pushing against Nausicaea's soft white underbelly. He barely leaked out any pre cum though, having a narrow urethra that he had not had treated. Nausicaea's paw was wrapped around his eight inch member, gently stroking it. Her other hand was busy cupping his cum filled orbs, gently swaying her fingers under their fur.

They kissed each other, drowning their mutual moans of pleasure with kisses from each other's muzzles. Percy oddly didn't buck his hips at Nausicaea's stimulation of his throbbing hard on; instead he merely stretched his lower body in an almost painful way. He felt her paws break contact with his cock. He mumbled in surprise still making out with her. She slid her paws to the small of his back, digging in with her claws, wanting to pull his throbbing erection into her.

Quickly he removed his digits from her soaked cunt. They never broke muzzle contact as it happened. Percy quickly lined himself up and thrust forward with an urgent fervor; he knew of one need, his bodies need to mate the bitch that lie before him. He gave her inches and fed her well, as they began their fucking.

They fucked in heat and quickness encoded into their genes, to mate with each other and produce the strongest, fiercest offspring was what their minds were telling them to do. To further their own superiority was what drove their mating; to them they were the Uebermensch in that moment, though they consciously were only aware of the pleasure of their primal fucking on that airplane floor.

Nausicaea felt his member inside of her hot wet sex. She felt every exerted vein. She felt every one of the tiny barbs on his cock scrape against her walls. She felt his paws tweak her hard nipples in a painfully pleasure some way. She felt his furred orbs bounce off of her as he thrust himself in and out. Their fur rubbed against each other adding to the hot humid atmosphere of sex around them.

Percy exerted himself more, taking Nausicaea body with long powerful strokes. He pushed his thick and bulbous member into her folds with a ferocious intensity of which she had never felt. Her tight sex griped him with a vice like grip, trying to take all the cum it could get from his massive organ.

Percy drove himself deeper, the barbs of his cock almost acting to wrench himself further and further into the panting and moaning female before him. They were both aching in pleasure, getting close.

Nausicaea bit into Percy's shoulder whispering to him "Do you need to pull out?"

"No, I'm sterile."

The response would normally shock the females he entertained but Nausicaea just bit into his shoulder harder preparing for the bomb shell of her orgasm to hit.

Percy shot his load first, though it was merely a small dribble due to his narrow urethra. He felt all the blood rush from his head, momentarily blacking his vision. He gave out a loud Roar as if to show all his dominance in taking the female.

Nausicaea quickly followed him felling the cum ooze out of his spiked cock. Waves of pleasure full heat seemed to flow throughout her body. All her muscles contracted and expanded making her writhe in pleasure.

Percy and Nausicaea lied like that for some time enjoying their respective afterglows. Until they heard a suppressed giggling from the area of the cockpit.

Percy looked over to see Alexander and Daniel laughing while looking at the screen of a phone. He knew then that they had filmed Nausicaea's and his lover affair.

Percy and Nausicaea scrabbled up from their intense mating, trying to get dressed as fast as they could. At this point neither of the pilots could contain themselves any longer and burst into a full force of laughter.

"If either of you ever show that video to anyone I will slowly suffocate you until you beg for death!!!!" Nausicaea screamed at them, which made them laugh even harder.

Percy put his arm over her shoulder moving his maw close to her ear whispering to her "Hey just calm down, they can't show it to anyone."

"Why can't they, they have it on his fucking phone!"

"I don't think it's on his phone, just watch."

Percy leaned back from Nausicaea looking in the direction of Alexander and Daniel, calming himself.

"Alexander check your phone again I think something is missing."

Alexander shrugged before hitting the button to go to the video library on his phone, but nothing happened. He tried it again, but still nothing happened.

"Looking for these?" Percy said, holding up the phones sim card, battery, and sd card.

"How the fuck-"

"Simple I just took them when you weren't looking."

"When wasn't I looking?"

"When I slow down time, kind of like just now."

Suddenly Alexander and Daniel looked down to see their pants around their ankles, their boxers showing to anyone looking, namely Percy and Nausicaea. Alexander was sporting some with Pikachu on them; While Daniel had the more traditional white boxers with hearts on them.

As Alexander and Daniel scrambled to pull up their pants Percy snapped a picture of them on his phone. Nausicaea stood beside Percy laughing uncontrollably as the two pilots tried in a futile manner to preserve some of their dignity.

After they managed to pull up their pants and run back into the cockpit, Percy sat back down in his seat. Nausicaea came up to him, kissing him on the cheek and whispering a thank you before sitting down in her seat as well.

Now for the other side of this fucked up superhero story.

Nick calmly washed the blood from his hands in the public bathroom. The only people in the bathroom were himself and the corpse of a rabbit fur. The owl looked at the rabbit fur seeing his chest filled with bullet holes. Nick of course was responsible for the holes, but he didn't mind having to kill one of the Shades agents. It made two in one day, a personal best for him. Earlier that morning he shot down Elton the same way he shot down Mark, the rabbit that lay dead on the tile of the bathroom. Mark was supposed to wait for one of the escapees to meet him at the airport, oh well though. Mark's power was relatively harmless, which was why he was dead on a dirt bathroom floor. Mark's ability was to secrete a fluid with the same properties as synovial fluid, in his saliva. While it was a good ability if you were being chased, it didn't help with being shot.

Nick finished up washing the blood off his hands, he dug through the rabbits pockets before leaving though, and taking the rabbit's cellphone, wallet, and the small purple amethyst guitar pick the rabbit kept with him.

Byron had been waiting in the airport lobby for quite some time. It was already way past dark, and he was the only person in the airport. He remained there though, as Nausicaea had given him clear instructions. He was to wait until someone from the shade picked him up, he would know who they were because they would have some kind of amethyst item on their persons. Then they were to go to Byron's apartment to get any personal items he needed before going to a new city and getting Byron a new I.D.

Byron thought about that new life, thought what he might want to do, where to live, what he would be like. He thought that Colorado would be a nice place to move to, he had been there a few times, up to Mesa Verde and the Grand Canyon and some other places. It seemed like a nice country, a country for young furs, a country he could find a new life in. He didn't know what he would do for a job though, he was trained as a wielder but he worried that if he wielded there it might give him away. He never wanted to go back to the MK-ULTRA II facility again, he never wanted to use his powers ever again either.

He was still thinking about his new life, in that uncomfortable chair in the concourse when Nick saw him. Play it cool, that's what Nick was supposed to do, though Nick was never one for orders. To him this was just another job, just another fur he was supposed to kidnap. Nick was good at kidnapping furs, his remote viewing made it almost too easy sometimes.

Byron became aware of someone approaching him by the sound of footsteps on the linoleum floor of the airport. He looked up just as Nick drew out his pistol from the shoulder holster he had on.

Byron leapt to the floor as he felt a shot clip his right ear. The pain of his newly pierced ear was intense and let loose a rush of adrenaline in his body. Byron rolled to the left on the floor, bullets just barely missing him, ricocheting off of the scuffed linoleum floor. Byron rolled behind a chair, feeling the bullets pierce through it easily hopping to find his soft furred flesh to tear into.

Nick fired at Byron not following him enough, but he would get him in time. Nick saw as the snow leopard in front of him rolled on the floor that he had managed to niche either his head or ear, as there was a small blood trail leading to just behind the chair.

Byron heard the bullets stop; he took the chance to run towards his attacker. Byron sped up time, unknowingly though, he had just meant to tackle the Owl who was shooting at him, he didn't want to use his power.

Nick was mid reload before he felt his jaw getting ripped from his face. Byron had thrown an uppercut as his attacker, but in the heat of battle he had unsheathed his claws. Bryon's claws sliced open Nick's jugular, it tore through his soft throat flesh and feathers. Traveling up it pierced the fleshy part of his jaw, hooking through the bone before Byron pulled his paw away with such force that Nick's jaw was ripped from his socket in a beautiful display of blood and gore.

Nick fell to the floor bleeding out onto the dirty linoleum tiles. He twitched and squirmed around, the pain making his death seem slower than Mr. Orange's in Reservoir Dogs. Blood spewed out of his cut throat, making him created a slick wet yell, not able to form words from his jaw lying across the room from him.

Byron had to move away from him quickly, lest he get blood on his shoes. The owl wouldn't stop moving and screaming. He was in that terrible bloody agony for a full five minutes before he lied still, blood still lazily flowing from his sliced open throat.

Byron shoes braved the vast sea of blood the floor had become to search the dead mutilated owls pockets. The first thing he found was a purple amethyst guitar pick. That gave the already in shock Byron even more to be freaked out about. Byron stumbled back to the bullet hole ridden chair he had rolled behind for cover.

They had tried to kill him; The Shade had tried to kill him. He sat there in the ragged chair in shock until Jasper found him.

Jasper was a red dragon of western descent, dressed in the usual suit of a government agent; he was in the minivan, listening to some Jefferson Starship, chilling until Nick came back with the fur they had to kidnap.

"Say, you don't know me or recognize my face, say you don't care who goes to that kind of place." Jasper sang in the dark of the night as he tapped his foot to the beat.

"Knee deep in the hoopla sinking in your fight, too many runaways eating up the night." He continued tapping his paws on the steering wheel, dancing in his seat to the upbeat synthesizer.

"Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember?!" He sang higher, slipping into a comfortable falsetto.

"We built this city; we built this city on Rock- and- Roll-." BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!"

Jasper heard the shots ring out into the night, he had the window cracked and he knew that Nick had propped open the door, so he knew who was shooting.

Jasper quickly opened the door and raced from the minivan, he needed to make sure Nick didn't kill the fur they were supposed to kidnap, after all he was an enhanced fur like himself. Jasper's ability was that he could make the scales on his fist sharp and brittle making his punches seem as if they had broken glass added to them. The ability was painful though and after he used it he almost always had to bandage his hands for a few days.

Flying through the door he ran down the concourse to where he though Nick would be. He found Nick just lying there on the floor, his jaw had been ripped form his face in a sick and clumsily fashion. He watched as Nick slowly died, not wanting to expose himself to the fur that did this to Nick.

Then he saw Byron go up and go through Nick's pockets, pulling out a small purple object. He watched as the snow leopard quietly sat down in the chair, he saw the tall leopard shake slightly. Byron had the thousand yard stare at that point, and Jasper wasn't taking any chances.

Jasper drew his gun and slowly approached Byron, being careful to be silent and make no noise. He waited until he was directly behind Byron, gun drawn and pointed at his head, before he let his presence be known.

"Hey, don't move, I just want you to tell me your name." Jasper said quietly and calmly, not wanting to wake the dead of his comrade.

"Byron, my name is Byron. Are you Shade or ULTRA?" Byron asked just as calmly, knowing the man must have a gun pointed to his head.

"ULTRA, now Byron was it, Byron what happened here exactly?"

"They tricked me. They fucking tricked me! They said they would help. THEY SAID THEY WOULD HELP ME DAMN IT. THEY SAID I DIDN'T HAVE TO JOIN! They have Percy! THEY SAID THEY WOULD FUCKING HELP DAMN IT!"

"Byron, I want you to calm down now, okay? Just breathe and calm down." Byron took some time to get a hold of his anger, slowly calming down. Jasper was afraid at this point, this snow leopard had obviously killed his partner and now he was mad at someone; the dragon just hoped he wasn't mad at him.

"Now Byron who are you mad at, I need to know that Byron." Jasper was almost panicking, if the snow leopard said he was mad at ULTRA he would just blow his fucking brains out right here in the chair he was sitting in.

"The Shape, they said they would help, they said that we didn't have to join them, but that they would help us anyway. Damn it at least back at the facility they didn't try to kill us. They didn't even harm us really. They just... they just wanted to see what we could do... and damn it they didn't try to kill us."

Jasper wasn't entirely sure what was going on right now, he thought he had an idea but he needed to be sure before he lied to Byron.

"Byron, how do you know that the Owl on the floor, the Owl that tried to kill you was from the shade? I need you to answer me Byron it's really important."

Byron held up the purple amethyst guitar pick he had found in the Owl's pocket. "I found this in his pocket; they all carry something like it, something in that kind of amethyst. Fuck, they fucking lied to me."

"So what do you want to do now?"

"Just take me back to the facility, that's why you're here right? Well I killed one of them; I doubt they'll just let that slide. At this point I think I'll just be safer with ULTRA. You are here to take me back aren't you; you're not just going to shoot me to be done with it?"

"Byron, you're safe with us, trust me. All we want to do is to get you back to the faculty. That's all, and if you come with me I promise that they won't hurt you."

"They promised me that too, they just didn't deliver." That was all he said as he got up from the chair, still covered in blood, and walked out of the airport.

END OF PART 2