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Gauche fumed as he stormed through the corridors of Heartland Tower. It hadn't been an hour after he and his partner Droite had confronted the mysterious brat, Yuma, and been soundly defeated by him and his Numbers card... including what they believed to be the Original, who Yuma had named "Astral". The punk was on the ropes, during that duel; making amateurish mistakes and opening himself up to a world of hurt from their monsters. Yet, somehow, that Numbers - Astral - managed to sneak him into a victory, despite their overwhelming odds against him, and save his little runt of a friend from being severely punished for his thieving ways.

But that wasn't what was bothering him. No, that duel proved that, unskilled or no, with the Original by his side, Yuma would be a tough opponent to face, a challenge Gauche was eager to face, and a race against his old comrade Kite for the chance to beat the cur... a race he was determined to win. What _did_bother him was that his boss, Mr. Heartland, knew about it. He curled up his hands into fists and cursed under his breath as he remembered being called into the man's office; he should've realized, when he told Droite not to report their failure to the boss that he had watched the whole thing. There was little Mr. Heartland didn't know about the city, and even less he didn't know about the tournament they were currently holding. So when Heartland called the red-haired bruiser into his office and started questioning him about the duel, it was a shock, but not an unexpected one. Even more shocking, but not entirely expected either, was Mr. Heartland's seemingly ambivalent attitude toward Gauche's failure; if anything, he seemed mildly pleased at their findings, of Yuma and Astral and the Numbers card they used. Ultimately, while Mr. Heartland was disappointed by his and Droite's failure to capture the Numbers and Astral, he considered the duel to be a success, nonetheless, and let Gauche off the hook, for now.

Stepping out of the tower and into the center of the city, Gauche blinked angrily into the sunlight and growled. It was an insult, in his opinion, to be chided so for his failure, but only getting a slap on the wrist for it, in the end. He knew Mr. Heartland; he wouldn't have let him off so easily unless it was part of some plan of his. Even more worryingly was his reaction to Gauche's desire to pursue Yuma himself; possibly reflecting his own feelings on the situation, Heartland demanded his deck and, looking over it with a critical eye, declared it worthless for the task and threw it back at him, ordering him to get rid of it. The deck, the one his boss had given him himself for the task of hunting Numbers and administrate the tournament, deemed useless after one single duel lost. True, Gauche himself had the feeling its power wasn't enough to take down Yuma, but to get rid of it entirely? It was the worst insult one could make to a duelist, to declare their deck without worth and to toss it in favor for something else, and it didn't sit well with him. Reaching into his deck pouch, he pulled out the deck spreading them out in his hand as he looked them over. As he did so, the monsters within - beastly looking Warrior-Types known as the Bounzers - stared back at him, almost with an air of anger and despair at their fate, emulating his own feelings about the order. It wasn't fair, and he was tempted to disobey and side some of the cards into his new deck, but he knew Mr. Heartland would find out, and the punishment for disobedience couldn't be as merciful.

"Well, so much for keeping my mouth shut."

Gauche didn't bother looking behind him as Droite walked up beside him, but his face betrayed his paltry attempt at playing cool. Droite just smiled at her companion's discomfort. He was never any good at hiding his emotions, she thought to himself. "In case you're wondering, I did have suspicions that Mr. Heartland would have found out by himself about our failure, but I didn't say anything, as a return for saving me during the duel."

Gauche snorted and frowned, putting the deck back into his pouch. "I told you, I was just feeling generous, at the time. And you should've informed me he was watching our duel."

"Perhaps," Droite admitted, shrugging simply, "but would it have made any difference, in the end? I kinda figured we wouldn't be punished too severely for our defeat."

Gauche growled, his frown deepening. "You still should've told me. Now I have to scrap this deck for something else. Heartland's order."

"Ouch. Why get rid of it? Sure, you wound up losing to the brat, but he just pulled off a lucky combo, that's all."

"Lucky combo, right..." the redhead started walking with Droite out into the city, his fists still clenched tight. "I don't think so. If he was by himself, maybe, but with that Original Number, that Astral..."

Droite nodded, continuing to look ahead. "I know. If it is the Original Number, then it's no wonder Yuma was able to pull off such a stunning turnaround. Perhaps that is why Mr. Heartland decided your Bounzer deck wasn't up to snuff?"

"Maybe. But to just drop it with so little provocation... At least he could've let me combine it with my true power for a stronger deck or something..."

Droite opened her mouth to say something, but was quickly silenced as the sound of a crying child came over the horizon. The cries sounded serious, and as she glanced over to her compatriot, warily, she got the same, uncertain look back from him; it wasn't their place to help whining children, but as administrators of the Heartland Tournament, they were obligated to oversee and help any and all people in it, participants and spectators alike. Nodding together in agreement, the two Numbers Hunters took off toward the source of the crying, dodging passersby and jumping and sliding around obstacles on their way to the aggrieved child. It wasn't long before they spotted him; a young lad, no more than 10 or 11 years of age, in little more than an oversized shirt and shorts, bawling his head off in the middle of an alleyway and pointing in the general direction of what the duo assumed was where the people who accosted him ran off. Slowing down, the two trotted up to the boy and looked down at him, causing the boy to suddenly stop and stare up at their sudden presence.

"What happened here, little boy?" Droite asked with as much sickly sweetness as she could muster, which was quite a lot, given her icy demeanor.

The boy sniffed and rubbed an eye clear of tears, once again pointing down the alleyway. "Some kids took my deck. The deck my dad gave to me, they took it and ran off..."

Gauche huffed and crouched down, studying the boy with a stern eye. "Did they take your D-Pad, as well?"

The boy shook his head. "Don't have one, mister. I was going to show some of my friends the deck when these bullies came up, and took it, and ran off. Can you get it for me, please?"

That just soured Gauche's mood; no D-Pad meant the kid wasn't a participant of the tournament, and he looked too young to be a spectator. Technically, dealing with the kid wasn't part of their job description, and he should have told the boy off and leave it at that. But something stopped him, and it wasn't just Droite's look of concern that told him she wasn't sharing his feelings on the matter; there was a feeling coming from his soul, his deck, that made him pause, a tingle like he needed to help this kid in some way. Initially, he brushed it off as his dueling soul burning in rage over someone disrespecting the game in such a manner - a feeling he relied on quite readily when dealing with cheaters at the World Duel Carnival. But then, he remembered the order he was given, and a slight smile came to his lips. "Sure, kid, we'll help you. Here..." he dug into his deck pouch and pulled out the Bounzer deck he was given and told to get rid of, handing it to the kid. "You can have this while we search for your deck, okay? Just tell us what the bullies looked like, and what your deck was, and we'll find it for you. But you have to keep this deck, too, okay?"

The kid looked down at the deck as it was placed in his hands, a confused look on his face. Unsure of what to say, he simply nodded and gave the duo the information they needed; his name was Terrance, the bullies were older kids in gang-looking outfits, and his deck was a mishmash of Beast-Warrior monsters. After noting where he lived, Droite and Gauche promised to return with his deck and left the boy behind, going down the direction he had previously pointed. As they ran, Droite looked over at Gauche, a bit frustrated, and shook her head. "You are so impulsive and reckless, you know that?"

That caught the redhead off-guard. "Why do you say that?"

"Giving a kid like that your Bounzers? Are you mad? At least tell me you took out the Photon monster in it..."

Gauche's gait slowed a little as his companion's question hit him. Cursing a little at his mistake, he turned back to run back to the kid. "Damnit! I knew I forgot something!"

Droite blinked a little in shock as she stopped, stunned at the news. "You idiot! Do you know what would happen to someone who carried a Photon monster in their deck without the proper conditioning? Especially a kid that young? That monster was created from tech and energy from Barian World! Who knows what kind of effect it would have on him?"

Gauche snarled to himself, but shrugged his shoulders and turned back around. "The kid doesn't even have a D-Pad. I doubt he'll be able to do much with that deck, and even if he does, if we get his old deck back for him quickly, we might be able to trade him for it."

Droite pursed her lips, thinking of a reason to convince him otherwise, but nothing would come to mind. Sighing in defeat, she nodded and, waving for Gauche to follow her, continued down the alleyway.

Looking down at his hands, Terrance sat down at the steps of his house and started looking over the deck he was handed; there wasn't much in the way of monsters, just four: three sets of Effect Monsters, one set of Xyz Monsters. The Effect Monsters looked very beast-like to him, which instantly caught his eye; one was a hyena-like monster, dressed in bright red and wielding two large hammer-like bludgeons on his hands, named "Hammer Bounzer" for obvious reasons; another was a brilliant black panther-like beast, with wicked teeth and bright red blades protruding from his wrists, named "Blade Bounzer"; and a gray and black armadillo-like creature named "Phantom Bounzer". The Xyz Monster was just as impressive; a black, red, and sparkly white creature of indeterminate origin named "Photon Strike Bounzer". All four looked like they could fit in swimmingly with the other Beast-Warriors in his father's deck, except for one stark detail: they weren't Beast-Warriors, but regular Warriors. This confused the boy a little; he knew enough about Duel Monsters to know the basics, and knew the monsters should be the same as the ones in his father's deck, but for some reason, they weren't.

Even more strangely was the energy that the "Photon Strike Bounzer" cards were giving off; they seemed to almost sparkle with the lights of diamonds as he stared at them, feeling what seemed to be a slow, low pulse of energy from them. It frightened him, but at the same time intrigued him, though his young mind couldn't possibly comprehend why. As he ran his hand over the cards, the pulse started to grow in intensity, and he could almost hear the monsters' voices inside his head; growling, snarling, bestial in their nature but comprehensive in their intent and meaning.

Terrance's fear escalated as the growling and pulsing grew more intense, until it was almost a cacophony within his head. Now, he could almost see the monsters, somewhat, standing in front of him, staring down at him in anxious patience. And then, it hit him: a flash of light, brilliant in its intensity, coming from the cards and enveloping his vision. It nearly blinded him with how bright it was, but when it faded a second later... he knew. To anyone looking at him from the outside, it would've looked like he was in a trance, staring blankly at nothing... and maybe he was. But for him, he knew exactly what he was staring at: a quartet of hunky, strong bestial Warrior-Types, eagerly awaiting their next command from him.

You, boy... he heard the voice inside his head say, punctuated with feral snarls and cackles. You are our new master, yes? He nodded an affirmative, not saying anything. A short pause, then, as the lead monster - Photon Strike Bounzer - stared down at him...You have been hurt, have you not? Your duelist pride has been taken from you, has it not?

The kid nodded again, panic gripping his mind as he stared back at the creatures before him in his mind's eye. "D... duelist pride? You mean my deck? Yeah, yeah, some meanie kids took it. But the guy who gave you to me said he'll find them and get it back for me."

The Bounzers glanced at each other, conversing with each other in a series of unintelligible grunts and growls before turning back to the boy, looking decidedly frustrated with the news. We do not think so; he has abandoned us to you, and it would be unwise to trust him with this task, as such. Do not worry, however, it is our duty to protect and punish. Lead us to those who had hurt you. We shall guide you to them...

On the outskirts of the inner city, a quartet of boys, around 14-15 years of age, were cackling madly as they hung out in a deserted alleyway. The leader, wearing a black duster jacket and jeans, took out a deck from his pocket and started rummaging through it, sneering a little at the selection of cards in it.

"Man, what shitty cards dat kid had," the dark-clothed boy said, finishing his evaluation of Terrance's deck. "No wonder he's living so close to the center of Heartland. Kid's dad must really be strapped for cash, huh?"

One of the boy's compatriots - a pudgy looking boy with a flannel shirt - scratched his head and bent over the boy's shoulder, getting a better look at the deck they stole. "Gee, Wally, if it's so bad, why did you steal it?"

Wally glared at the chubby kid and pushed him away, giving him a wicked smirk. "Because it was fun, dummy! Why else do you think I do dis shit, eh?" He laughed and looked back at the deck. Making gestures indicating he was tempted to toss it and let the cards scatter where they may. "Besides, that kid didn't deserve to duel, anyway, from what I hear. Poor baby being taken by his dad every night, dat's what I heard. Pathetic; you wouldn't catch me doing dat with my old man."

Another of Wally's friends, a slender kid with glasses, spoke up, concerned. "I dunno, Wally; you sure that's not a rumor? I mean, you know the kind of stuff that goes on around here in the Heartland..."

"Yeah, I mean, look at us," the fourth member of their troupe stated, pointing out their own dirty deed. "We've been stealing kids' cards all month. Don'cha think that makes us just as bad as that kid?"

Wally snarled and grabbed the guy - a tough, burly kid with a crew cut - menacingly. "You kiddin'? We ain't whoring ourselves out to any random person for a few bucks or a couple a' cards, We be better than dat, y'know? What we do is for survival; what they do is sick and wrong, man!"

We do not see the difference, thief!

Startled by the sudden voice, Wally and his troupe turned around to the Terrance standing in front of them, Bounzer deck in hand and a menacing glare on his face. His presence before them shocked them a bit; how did he get there so quickly? How was he able to find them? Either way, Wally didn't like it, and stepped in front of Terrance, staring down at him with contempt. "Is dat so? What'cha gonna do about it, then, hmm? And what's dis?" He looked down at the deck in Terrance's hand, chuckling a bit at the kid's gumption. "Well, lookie here, da kid has a new deck to play with. Fine, den, if you wanna take us on, dat's fine with me. I'll even duel you with your own deck, how's dat?" With that, he took out a D-Pad from his back pocket and opened it up into its duel mode, clamping it down on his left wrist. Once that was done, he pulled out a D-Scanner and put it on his left eye, tuning it to the frequency of the D-Pad.

Terrance, pursing his lips in anger, simply stared at Wally, not moving an inch. In his mind, he was consulting with the Bounzers, unsure of what to do. "Well, now what? I don't have a D-Pad or anything! I only know the basics of dueling! How am I supposed to duel against him?"

Photon Strike looked at him with sympathy, before placing a clawed hand on his mental self. As we said, we will protect and punish. Just place the deck on your arm and leave the rest to us...

Terrance frowned, unsure, but did as he was told. As the deck touched his wrist, a white glow enveloped his arm, forming itself into a rather simple but effective D-Pad. Wally, startled by the flash of light, covered his eyes to keep from going blind; as the light died down, he looked back and blinked in surprise as he saw the shiny new kid-sized D-Pad on Terrance's arm, his face reflecting the awe the boy showed. Even more startling was Terrance's eye; at the same time the D-Pad was created, a tattoo-like pattern wrapped itself around his eye, transforming it into a cat's-eye design that allowed Terrance the ability to see the world in the Augmented Reality of a duel.

"Well, dat's interesting," Wally mumbled to himself, still in mild shock over the sudden transformation of the 10 year old. Behind him, his posse was also mumbling at the transformation, unable to fathom what was going on. Annoyed, the teenager gave his team a scowling glance, shutting them up right quick, before turning back to Terrance, smirking wickedly. "Okay, then, if we're ready, I'll start off first. My draw!" He drew his first card and looked at it, his grin widening as he formulated a plan. "I summon Cat's Ear Tribe, in Attack Mode!" He slapped the card he just drew onto his D-Pad; as he did so, a light appeared in the ground, covering the appearance of a trio of cute, cuddly feline soldiers. Mewling happily, the creatures stared at their opponent and readied their weapons, eager to engage in a fight. Placing two more cards into the device, he stood up defiantly and said, "I set two cards face-down, and end my turn."

Terrance trembled a little as his turn came, looking down at his D-Pad and deck, unsure of what to do. A growl in his head from Photon Strike reassured him that everything would be okay, though, and he took a card from the deck, shakily. "I draw." He looked at the card he drew, and quirked an eyebrow as he saw it was Hammer Bounzer - the only monster he had in his hand, at the moment. _Play that card, and punish the boy who took your duelist pride,_a snarl in his head commanded, Hammer Bounzer appearing beside him in his mind. Concerned but compliant, Terrance nodded and did what he was told. "I... I summon Hammer Bounzer, in Attack Mode! I... I think I can do it, because I don't have any cards on the field, and you do." As soon as he smacked the card onto the D-Pad, the hyena warrior burst up from the ground and landed, clanging his hammer hands together in a show of its 2300 ATK power.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what did you say?!" Wally stammered, his eyes widening at the sight of the big, bad Bounzer.

Behind him, the portly boy pointed at the bestial Warrior and stuttered, dumbstruck. "Hey, isn't that one of the monsters that that jerk of Mr. Heartland's uses in the tournament? What was his name... Gauche?"

"Gauche?" the burly kid asked, confused. "You sure? How did that kid get a hold of them?"

Wally shrugged and was about to say something, but a squeal from Terrance stopped him. Turning around, the teenager saw the kid - as giddy as if he was in a candy shop - eagerly running around the monster, scrutinizing literally every inch of him. To Wally's disturbance, Terrance seemed to focus mainly on the beast's groinal area, measuring the bulge, even "feeling" its length and girth. Wally didn't know if the kid was crazy or just didn't know that what he was trying to feel wasn't real, but it was starting to piss him off. "Oh, come on, man! Dat's just sick! Maybe da rumors about you and your old man are true, after all..."

If Terrance heard Wally, he didn't show it, too engrossed with his new monster. As he studied the monster, the power of his new D-Pad gave the monster a tangible feel to him, almost as if the creature was real and really in front of him. Reaching out, he felt the bulge in the hyena's crotch, the silky touch of the beast's leathery outfit, the pulse of the creature's hard flesh underneath, entranced him almost to the point of forgetting the reason why he was there. However, a snarl and a worrying look from Hammer Bounzer snapped the kid out of it, and a voice inside his head warned him to get back to the duel. _Now is not the time for this foolishness. Now is the time to protect and punish, and the boy must be punished. Now, let us get back to this duel._Frowning in disappointment, Terrance nodded and turned back around to face Wally. "Awww, okay, fine... I... I guess I attack your monster with Hammer Bounzer."

Snarling in agreement, Hammer Bounzer sprung forward and started charging toward the trio of kittens, causing them to freak out from the sheer power he was exuding. However, Wally just laughed and shook his head. "You idiot! No wonder you got your deck taken away so easily! Probably don't know da first thing about dueling! I activate Cat's Ear Tribe's special effect! Now dat dey're being attacked, dey're dropping your monster's ATK down to 200. Go, Cute and Cuddly Distraction!" Obeying their master, the trio of felines instantly lined up side-by-side, taking off their helmets and holding them in front of them, widening their eyes in the biggest show of pathetic kitty-eyed stares they could muster. As the hyena grew closer, he noticed the sad look on the cats and, sure enough, lowered his guard, showing undue sympathy toward his opponent and dropping its ATK down to the 200 Wally said it would. "And that's not all," Wally mocked, smiling wickedly to himself. "I activate..."

You activate nothing, fool! a booming voice sounded within his head, startling him. Looking up, he saw Hammer Bounzer regain his vigor, glaring viciously down at him and his monsters, no doubt the voice coming from the creature.Whatever you were planning with your face-downs, you can forget it; my effect prevents them from activating, when I attack, and my master has no Spell or Trap cards on the field.

Wally, shaken by the sudden voice in his head, shook it and recomposed himself. "Okay, then, you still can't escape my monster's effect."

Don't be so sure, fiend! the monster snarled in both duelists' minds. Master, now! Play the card on the far right of your hand!

"What? The far right?" Terrance repeated, looking down at the cards in his hand. Taking the requested card, he looked at it, then shrugged and placed it into the slot in his D-Pad. "Okay, if you say so... I activate Forbidden Chalice! Now I can select a monster on the field and have it gain 400 ATK... Oh! I see! Its effects are negated, too! So I choose your Cat's Ear Tribe!"

Instantly, a golden chalice filled with liquid appeared before the felines, luring them in to drink from it. As they did so, their ATK did in fact grow by 400, but with their attention drawn to the chalice, they weren't able to maintain the cutesy stare that caused Hammer Bounzer to drop his guard - a mistake the hyena was eager to take advantage of. Regaining his posture, his ATK returned to its original state, and he continued his assault. Once within range of the felines, he raised his hammer hands up and, with a snarl of disgust, brought them down hard, smashing and exploding the trio of monsters in a bright and flashy blast of pixelated light.

Shocked at this turn of events, Wally cowered from the explosion, bringing his arms up to shield himself from the shockwave. Unfortunately, while he was able to weather most of the blast, it was still enough to nail him with 1700 points of damage, dropping his 4000 LP total down to 2300. He continued to cower as the devastation died down, only to notice a hot breath upon him. Looking up, he meeped and shirked back as he came face-to-face with Hammer Bounzer. The beast cackled a little at the teen's fear and lunged his head forward, snapping a little to frighten Wally a little more before leaping back to his new master's side.

Squealing in delight once more at his monster's performance, Terrance ran up to Hammer Bounzer and hugged him around the leg, rubbing his head and body half-affectionately, half-lewdly against it. "That was awesome, Hammer Bounzer! I never saw anything like that! You are so cool!"

Wally blinked at his opponent's sudden display, turning to his posse with a worrying look on his face. "Is this kid for real?"

The skinny kid shrugged and turned away, disgusted over what he saw. The chubby and burly boys, on the other hand, held each other close, scared out of their wits over this kid who wielded the powers of a Heartland administrator... or would be, were it not for their hands on each other's cocks, secretly fondling each other in unmitigated lust over seeing the boy fondling his monster. Fortunately for them, Wally and the skinny kid didn't notice, or hear what they were talking about between them.

"Did you hear that voice from that monster?" the burly boy asked, quiveringly. "I've never heard anything like it."

"Yeah, I did. Not sure if I like it, or if I want to hear what the other monsters in his deck sound like."

"I wouldn't mind it, myself, but what's up with that kid? Stroking that beast like he is? You don't think...?"

The chubby kid smiled and gave the burly kid another firm grope and a quick peck on the lips. "Maybe we should ask him, after this."

The burly kid gave his friend a withering look, shrugging sadly. "If he lets us..."

Back to the duel, Hammer Bounzer managed to break Terrance's concentration on him with another growl, pointing with his hammer hand toward his hand, then toward the opponent. At the same time, the beast's voice rumbled in his head, speaking in a low, growly tone; Enough of this. Place that Trap card on the field, and end your turn. We are here to protect and punish, not for your amusement.

Once again, Terrance pouted, unwilling to let go of his prize, but did what he was told. "Meh... fine. I set a card and end my turn."

Wally grimaced at the actions of his opponent, grumbling as he drew his card. "I can't believe dis. You are making me sick, man. Let's see how you handle dis!" He slapped a card down onto his D-Pad, conjuring up shadows from the surrounding buildings. "I summon Goblin Black Ops, in Attack Mode! I don't think you'll be able to croon over dis! Attack!" As soon as he said that, the shadows started moving, converging on Terrance's position, ready to strike at their master's command.

Hammer Bounzer snarled and spoke to Terrance in his mind, guarding himself for the coming onslaught. Beware, master; he seeks to attack you directly with Goblin Black Ops' effect. Activate your trap card, and we can end this folly!

Terrance blinked in surprise, but nodded. "Okay, if you say so. I activate Bounzer Guard! I'm not exactly sure what it does, but if Hammer Bounzer says to activate it, then I'm not going to complain."

The card flipped open, revealing itself to Wally. The teenager gasped as he read the effect: "Select 1 Bounzer monster you control... Can't be targeted by card effects, can't be destroyed by battle... must be attacked?! Oh, shit! Dat means..."

Without warning, the shadows leaped from their positions and toward Hammer Bounzer, revealing themselves to be goblin warriors in stereotypical ninja gear. Looking up, the hyena monster cackled in glee and readied his hammer hands, ready to crush some goblin skulls.

Wally growled to himself, cursing his stupidity. "Well, if dat's how you're going to play it, I won't go down without a fight! I activate Rush Recklessly! Dis raises my monster's ATK up by 800. Take yer Bounzers and shove it, ya bastard!"

As the card flipped up, it sent out waves of energy toward the goblins, charging them up as they continued their attack. While it was clearly not enough, the extra boost raised the goblins' normal 1300 ATK up to 2100, just 200 ATK shy from matching Hammer Bounzer. As such, just as the goblins reached the hyena, he reached over and smacked them out of the air, causing them to explode in a shower of pixels and dealing that 200 points to Wally as damage. Once again, Wally had to shield himself from the shockwave, though this time it was lessened from the one before. However, as he dropped his guard as the wave subsided, the boy felt himself wince in pain, his arms feeling much more sore than they were, previously, almost as if the damage he was taking was taking its toll on his body. Grunting, he looked up at Terrance and his Bounzer - the latter of which being fondled and fawned over again by the former - and sneered, wondering just what was going on with this duel. Jeez, first da kid's monsters start speaking in my head, den he starts feeling dem up like dey were real, now da damage dey're dealing is becoming real... what's going on, here? With a burst of effort, he straightened up and slapped a card face-down into his D-Pad. "I dunno what tricks you're trying to pull on me, but dis ends now! I set a card, and end my turn."

Terrance glanced over to the bully and frowned, once again having to be drawn away from his fascination with his new monsters. And he was making such progress with them, too; despite Hammer Bounzer's apprehension and determination to return to the duel, he was definitely reacting favorably to the boy's touch, his groin bulging massively from underneath his leather outfit, to Terrance's - and the pudgy and burly boys' - delight. Grunting in irritation at the continual distractions, Terrance took one last look at Hammer Bounzer's crotch and sighed, drawing his next card. However, as he looked at the card, his frown turned upside-down, slightly. "I activate Pot of Greed. This lets me draw 2 cards, I think..." Slapping the card down, he did just that, pulling the top two cards from his deck and adding them to his hand. His grin widened as he saw what he had drawn. "Yes! I summon Blade Bounzer, in Attack Mode!" As he placed the card onto his D-Pad, a whirling dervish of red and black appeared beside the hyena monster, only to break as the monster within thrust forward with his arm, slicing through the whirlwind he created in his entrance. Before the beast could do anything else, though, Terrance once again squealed in happiness and ran over to him, feeling him up just as much as he did Hammer Bounzer.

Just like his compatriot, Blade Bounzer grew just as annoyed as aroused, looking down at the boy in confused irritation as he felt his groin groped and his stark leather pants tugged on. I do not know what you are trying to do, Master, but this duel is not over. We must win, and you must continue on, right now.

Terrance pouted, not wanting to tear away from his prize, again. "Aww, c'mon! Can't we just..."

Blade Bounzer snarled and shook his head. No! You came here to avenge the theft of your duelist pride, and that is what we will do. Whatever you have planned for us, with your touching us as you have been, can be done later. Now, choose which one of us to attack with.

Terrance grumbled under his breath as he turned back to his opponent, unwilling to return to the duel, now that he had his first look and feel of his new monsters. Looking up at the beasts, though, told him he wouldn't get anywhere with them, until he completed the duel, so, sighing to himself, he steadied himself and picked his choice. "I attack you directly with Hammer Bounzer!"

Cackling gratefully as he was finally able to do what he was created to do, and get away from the incessant affections of his new master, Hammer Bounzer readied his hammer hands for what surely would have been the final blow. However, just as he began his attack, a bevy of furballs popped up before him, mini multi-colored sheep that startled the big Bounzer for a moment. What is this madness?!

Wally smirked as he revealed his face-down. "Seems like I caught your big, bad monsters off-guard with my Scapegoat, huh? Too bad neither of your monsters can inflict piercing damage!" He giggled wildly to himself, confident in his arrogance over the sudden turn of events.

Recovering from his sudden shock, turned around to stare pleadingly at his new master, who nodded unsurely. Nodding back, he turned back toward the puffballs, swinging his left hammer arm wide to smash down on one of them, crushing it with ease. Perhaps not, fool, the monster snarled into Wally's head, but we have something that's almost as good. Blade Bounzer, now!

Blade Bounzer nodded and readied himself for his new master's order - an order Terrance was all but unwilling to give. With a second nod, the pantherine monster ran forward with wrist blades outstretched, his trajectory directly headlong with two of the remaining 3 goats.Discard the other card you drew, Master, now! he grumbled into Terrance's mind, eagerly. Blinking in confusion, he looked down at said card and shrugged, doing what he was told. Smiling to himself, Blade Bounzer continued his assault, directing his voice to his master's opponent. Now you will see what Hammer Bounzer was talking about; now that my master has discarded a card, when I destroy one of your monsters by battle, I can attack another one in the same turn, so say goodbye to two of your defenses! With that, he brushed past the two goats he was aiming at, his outstretched blades cleanly slicing through them with little effort. But he wasn't done; he continued running toward Wally, causing the boy to skitter back out of fear for his life, only to stop within inches of his nose, bringing his arms together just close enough to have his blades graze the hairs on the boy's throat.

Wally eeped to himself, struggling desperately not to soil himself from the Bounzers' assaults. He didn't know what was going on; the weirdness of the duel was starting to climb to critical mass, and between the monsters seemingly coming to life, the gross and unusual behavior of his opponent, and the voices in his head, he was starting to wonder if taking the kid's deck was even worth it. Fortunately for him, Terrance managed to call his beast back before he could do anything else but scare him. He was even more grateful when Terrance ended his turn, afterward. Unsteady but determined, he straightened up and drew his next card. What he saw was

A few blocks away, in another abandoned alleyway, the pudgy and the burly boys slowed to a stop, bending over to catch their breath as they looked behind him, making sure no one had followed them. As they recovered, the pudgy boy noticed a big bulge in the burly boy's shorts, indicating he was still hard from the duel. The burly boy noticed a similar bulge in his friend, too, but didn't say anything.

"Jeez, that was insane, man," the burly kid huffed, shaking himself of his panic. "What was going on, back there?"

"I dunno, Jerry," the pudgy boy sighed, standing upright as he managed to catch his second wind. "But whatever it was, it's gotten you a bit riled up." He pointed to Jerry's bulging crotch, managing a small chuckle as he saw the boy look down, embarrassed.

Jerry glared back at his friend, chagrined and frustrated, pointing back to Mikey's own erection. "Like I'm the only one, bub. I felt your hand on my crotch, man. You were definitely getting off on seeing Wally get his ass kicked."

"Can you blame me? Did you see those Bounzers, man? God, they were hot."

Jerry chuckled and shook his head. "Seriously, Mikey? You really turned on by those things? What are you, a furry?"

"If I am, so are you, man," Mikey retorted, pointing out Jerry's erection again. "You were stroking me just as hard as I was you. Admit it, you wanted to screw those things."

Jerry blushed and rubbed the back of his head. "More like I wanted them to screw me, like my old man does..."

Mikey grinned and reached out to grope Jerry's groin. "I can bet. How is your old man, anyway? Still humping your ass like a bronco?"

Jerry smiled sadly and moaned at the touch, sliding his hand down to help his friend fondle him. "You know it, man. He's been getting rougher and harder and kinkier with me every night, and I love it.

Too bad he has to be drunk to do that. He practically rapes me when he gets like that, and it hurts so good..."

Mikey just shook his head and kissed Jerry on the lips. "If you say so, buddy. If it gets you off, I wouldn't mind seeing how it goes. I'm just wondering how big those Bounzers are, down here - " he groped Jerry again, harder this time. " - and how much they'll be able to cum. Wouldn't mind seeing that kid being stuffed tight from both ends by them..."

Jerry returned the kiss, thrusting gently into his friend's hand. "Ooh, that would be awesome to see. Maybe we should ditch Wally and Freddy and make friends with the kid. It's getting harder to hide what we do with our dads and each other from them, y'know..."

Mikey nodded, his disposition souring a little. "Yeah, I know. They don't really like what we do. It would be nice to hang out with someone else into that, for a change..."

"Let's give the kid some time to calm down, before we confront him. Hopefully, he'll be willing to play around with us, huh?"

"Maybe," Mikey shrugged. "I gotta get going, though. My dad's coming home, soon, and he promised me a good time with some videos he found from a friend of his. Wanna come over?"

Jerry shook his head. "Nah, I need to get home, too; gotta clean up before my dad gets home, and he's likely going to be pounding my ass in a drunk stupor, afterward, anyway. Wish I could bring you over, sometime."

"Yeah. Maybe sometime in the future. Until then, you sexy beast."

With that, they left, giving each other a parting grope in the process. As Mikey walked home, he was tempted to run back and pull his friend's pants down, molesting him right then and there. He knew it wasn't possible; as much in lust as they were with each other and their dads, Jerry's dad was rather strict on who had contact with him, and only engaged in sex with the teen when he was drunk... which he usually was. Still, it was too risky, right now, for Jerry to have any friends over. All he knew about his friend's sexual exploits was what he was told, and they were scary; bondage, brutal rapings, anal insertions with various foreign objects, etc. It freaked Mikey out, and he was worried about his friend's safety, but Jerry seemed to dismiss those concerns with a smile and a grope, indicating that he loved the abuse he was given. Granted, Mikey's dad was getting rougher with him, as well, but not as rough as some of the things Jerry had done to him. In a weird way, Mikey was kind of envious of Jerry; he and his dad had less inhibitions than Mikey and his dad did, and it showed in their lovemaking - Jerry was always on bottom, and always demanded a hard, rough, almost brutal fucking from his friend. He wished, deep down, he could experience some of what his friend was into.

Sighing to himself, Mikey switched gears and turned his thoughts to the duel the kid and Wally had. It was clear from the way the kid was fawning over the Bounzers that he was just as horny as either he or Jerry, and Mikey had to wonder whether the kid was getting it on with his dad like they were with theirs. It would make sense; Heartland Central was known to be where all of the poor kids and their families lived, and despite the happy-go-lucky feel and tales of the place, those who lived there knew the truth; living there was hell, and the families there had to do whatever it took to survive, whether it be stealing from each other or - more popularly - prostituting themselves off for a quick buck. While he and Jerry did engage in sexual activity with their dads and each other, they didn't make money off of it, which is why they joined up with Wally and his friend. If the kid was the same as they were, though... Mikey shook his head and frowned. He doubt the kid was willing to hear anything they had to say, after the beating he gave Wally over the theft of his dad's deck, but he had to try. For now, he had to get home and see what videos his dad had waiting for him...