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"The Scoop"

"Can you tell me a little more about your son?"

Wayne Canton was dead. He had died in a tragic car accident two days ago, but that wasn't the reason I was at his home, interviewing his teary-eyed mother who couldn't seem to hold herself together enough to go between her tissues. It was a controversy that rose after his passing that piqued my interest, and the interest of the paper I wrote for; the Global, which fed both the newspaper and the news feeds for the entire western coast and as far in as Colorado. I was by no means a pushover, I'd been awarded several certificates for my investigative skills, so it was no wonder they had sent me to this quaint little suburban neighborhood to find out more. Wayne was a Salavine, almost controversial to the standard human world was the introduction of Monsters coming over from their side. The accident seemed to be truly accidental, but afterward, four men had come forward claiming that he had raped them, seeking financial reparations for the damages he had done.

"He was a good boy." Martha Canton was human, her husband had been Salavine. He had died years before but his son Wayne had been awarded to her to raise, it was hard to imagine that someone she raised could have been malicious like that. Someone was lying and he wanted to find out what the real story was. "He wouldn't hurt a fly, he would never do what they're claiming."

I sighed a bit, but only let the air escape my nose. I didn't want to come off rude, but she was beginning to get on my nerves, saying the same thing."I understand that, Mrs. Canton, but I'm only asking if it was possible your son was working on something that could have been... strange?"

"I don't know." She said, dabbing the tears from her eyes. "You have to understand, I'd heard nothing about his social life. I-I don't even think he'd ever had a girlfriend. He didn't seem to be interested in anyone that I remember. He studied, he went to school. I began to think of him as my own son, and not just a monster." She sniffled, she was beginning to lose herself again. "And when he was killed, I thought that was the end of it. But then the calls, the threats. He wouldn't... no he couldn't have harmed anyone like that."

"Did Wayne keep a diary? Some journal, a record of whatever it was he did?"

"I don'-don't know. If he did it would be up in his room."

"You mind if I have a look?"

"Sure. Sure," She said, putting her face in her palms. "His room is the second door to the right at the top of the stairs.

I found it pretty quick, it was exactly as I'd imagined it; bluish teal walls covered with posters from pop bands, rock bands, a computer on a wooden desk with a lava lamp behind it, a low electric globe sat behind the computer. I was amazed she hadn't turned any of it off, everything looked like he was about to just come back home. It was sort of depressing, and I felt like I was about to get caught. I sat at the desk and brought the computer to life; password. How typical.

I began to check through the drawers, moving aside old papers and books, finding not a lot more than things he'd probably used in High School. He had just been in his first year of college, so it wasn't much of a surprise that he would have these still around, but what was sentimental to Martha was more or less junk for me. Finding nothing in his desk I got up and slid my hand under his bed mattress. Nothing. I checked under the bed. Still nothing. After scouring the room I was beginning to lose my patience. That was until I spotted a small mismatch in the paint in the corner. Putting my hand against it I crouched down and pushed in, watching the molding give way, there was a tattered book hidden within. Feveredly, I'd opened the pages and read the first entry, dated three years ago.

"Subliminal transference. That's what I've called it; it happened to me very briefly in class, it scared everyone else... but for about ten seconds, I held Professor Mackey in my words. For about ten seconds, he wanted what I wanted, to throw himself over his desk and drop those silly brown and pinstriped trousers of his. But I hesitated, and he snapped out of it just as quickly. Even at the class he still refused to get up from behind his desk, I knew what it was; I knew it the second he looked at me, he wanted me too... but I couldn't... not yet, not until I had control."

I turned to another page, could it be? He'd tapped into a monster power, and made it work to his advantage? Unlocked a man's hidden desire, which happened to match his? I was confused. The next entry was a little more detailed.

"I think I found the key to controlling this power; I learned response words. I'd gone out this weekend with Trent, it was a good camping trip but I was feeling a little bored. It'd been a couple of months and I really wanted to try it again. I locked eyes with him, I could feel the connection, but something was missing. I didn't really feel the desire, or maybe he didn't understand. But I think I got through to him by speaking the only word that came to mind at the time."

"Quicksilver..." I spoke out loud, the idea was too outrageous for me to comprehend. Quickly I turned through several entries until I reached one of the more recent ones; it was written three months ago:

"College wasn't really what I expected; it's not like the movies where there are parties every night, booze in every frat house and guys willing to put out for initiations for their fraternities. But I've made friends; there's Spencer Gills, and Eric Weise, Gerome and Gary Mason. They're my brothers, and I enjoy my time with them. I've been using every trigger word on my list and we have been coming up with some really.... interesting stuff."

I closed the book, curious to what Wayne had found I pocketed it as I heard a light knocking at the door.

"Mister Cox." She said with a bit of a sniffle. "I really don't think those boys really think Wayne took advantage of them, they aren't bad boys either..."

"Be that as it may, I really need to get their side of the story too. Could you tell me where they live?"

"Well of course. They all live in the same house, only a few blocks away, just outside of the school campus."

In this city, it wasn't uncommon for people to commute by taxi instead of driving themselves, but for a few blocks I could hoof it. After leaving the Canton residence I strolled down the street, taking in the lovely sunshine. I put my hands in my jacket pocket and my thumb poked against the corner of the book within and I pulled it out. The last pages, his last actual entry was a listing of words that didn't seem to have much relevance at all; "Dog" "Fitness" "Bone" "Tumble". Though the word Quicksilver popped out at me at the very end. After going back through the list I realized that this must be his list of key words that he'd used to entice whoever met his interest. As my mouth fell open in the realization I'd nearly stepped in front of a passing car that nearly knocked me off my feet. Looking up, I could see the house that Mrs. Canton described.

It was a dark red brick house at the corner of Storm and Fifth, the fraternity Alpha Sigma Pi was labeled in its logo over the porch's roof, making it rather clear to anyone looking for it. I pocketed the book again and crossed the street in a jog. As I climbed up the stairs to the porch I knocked on the door. There was a rustling around inside and the door cracked open a bit, a large bloodshot eye appearing in the gap.

"Yeah? Whaddya want?" The voice asked, a distinctive scratching could be heard against the door as his head moved up and down.

"Good afternoon, I'm James Cox with the Global. I was told that you guys might be able to provide some insight on the controversy surrounding Wayne Canton?"

There was a long pause before the eye blinked once and the man sighed. "Y'got the wrong house. Go away." He said, slamming the door abruptly in my face.

I groaned. Obviously they weren't willing to talk to a reporter... but maybe they'd be willing to be more inclined if I tried Wayne's old tricks. Quickly I pulled the book back out of my pocket and flipped it to the back pages. He'd included in his entries that a snap of the finger following or just before a command would induce the intended response, but what key word would make him listen? I thumbed across the list of words before settling on one. "So... something that might be a greeting..." I knocked on the door again. "Hey! Open up a second, I forgot to tell you something."

The door opened again and the eye reappeared. "What?!" He snorted angrily.

"Luau." I said, briefly forgetting in his confused look to snap my fingers, which I quickly did. I didn't even mean to use that word, but it just fell out.

Immediately there was a sharp sigh from behind the door and it closed then reopened without the chain. "C'mon in, make it quick." He said as I stepped into the nice den.

The massive beast behind me was a tiger, another from the monster world. I could only assume this was either Eric or Spencer, as the Masons were quite human from what I'd looked up. He was clad in a pair of greyish underwear that set apart from his cobalt blue and stark white marked fur. I smiled nervously as I was ushered into the room where the others were. At this point I'd have to really be improvising with these words, I had a feeling that the wrong combination would just sound wrong. The rest of them were human; two of them at the ping-pong table were batting the ball back and forth. They looked almost identical except one had longer hair and red boxers with his white tee shirt while the other was shirtless and wore green boxers. Their builds were obviously quite close if not exactly matching. The fourth one sat in a wingback chair typing on a laptop as I came into the room. He looked at me, then stared at the tiger. "Spence, who the hell is this?"

"Erm. A reporter from the Global." The tiger answered nervously. Though this man wasn't nearly as big as Spencer, Eric obviously had a strong presence as he placed his fingers together over the bridge from his nose.

"And why the fuck is he here?" He asked.

Spencer shrugged. "I'm... not really sure."

"Hi, Jim Cox." I said, extending my hand out. Eric scoffed at it and I pulled it back. "I just had a few questions for you guys about Wayne, that's all."

"We told the cops everything we know." Eric shrugged impatiently. "There's nothing else we've got to say about it."

"Did you tell them everything you know? Or everything you remembered?"

Eric raised an eyebrow. "What the hell are you talking about, man? I don't think it's right of you to come in here and question us after all we've been through. Now get out of here before I have Spencer--"

I snapped my fingers. "Flashpoint." I said, but I wasn't sure what to expect. It was like the world had suddenly paused itself, except for the ball that shot past one of the brothers on the table, the four men suddenly froze in the middle of what they were doing. I looked at them and stepped away from Spencer's impending grab of my shoulders. "Here's what I think." I said as I stepped toward Eric, who had risen from his chair, his drawstring pants barely concealing what he had underneath them. "I think that when Wayne did this to you, you guys liked it. He was your master and you were his willing fuck toys. You'd do anything for him, even to the point of letting yourselves fall prey to his words. And when he died, you managed to convince yourselves that it wasn't your choice at all, that Wayne actually took all of you big. Dumb. Jocks..." I let my fingers slide down Eric's stomach and into his pants where I found something that hadn't actually frozen, but was as hard as an icicle. I grinned, grabbing it and feeling it throb. "And raped every single one of you. I find that very hard to believe." I noticed the male looking at me through the corner of his eyes, but not saying anything. "You can speak."

"It--it seemed like he was doing it against us." Eric stammered.

"It doesn't feel that way to me." I said, offering another firm squeeze before pulling the drawstring of his pants and letting them fall effortlessly to the floor. I looked around at the others, their eyes frozen on their leader's exposed cock as I fondled it. All of them were frozen, but parts of their bodies started to react, making me smile. "In fact, I'd like to give this a try." I snapped my fingers again. "Beater, on the table. Now."

All of them snapped to attention in more ways than one as I pointed at Eric, then the ping pong table. Eric whimpered and started toward the table, he leaned over and put his hands on it, exposing his ass quite readily. I pointed at the twins, Gerome and Gary then pointed at Eric's ass, indicating I was on the same command. Immediately they came over and simultaneously swatted Eric's bare rump with their paddles.

"AH!" Eric cried out, but couldn't even jerk from his position. Another slap made him grab the edge of the table as if half his body was trying to crawl over it. They Gary and Gerome started to strike him one at a time, letting his rounded butt flop helplessly in the air, but his cock remained completely solid, and even started to drool its precum a little bit. Having stripped out of my clothes I decided to help myself a bit. I crouched down, putting a halt to the smacks as I pressed my nose against the red ass and ran my tongue from Eric's balls to his crack and up to his hole. I could hear him gasp and grunt as I ran my hand down along his shaft. This wasn't exactly "professional" behavior, but I was convinced I was getting the scoop of a lifetime with these boys. Gerome and Gary were enjoying it as they had brought their cocks out and were beginning to stroke themselves, I grinned and realized the meaning of another keyword. "Stroganoff." I said, briefly lifting my tongue to say it and to snap my fingers before getting back to work. I saw Spencer with his hand around his cock, his ears flat his white balls lifting and lowering with the stroking of his hand. "Footwork." I said to him, snapping my fingers again and edging my foot to him, flexing my toes. He fell to his knees behind me and lifted my ankle a bit, first sniffing at the bottom of my feet before running his long wet tongue along them.

I felt myself blush, I was enjoying this much more than I should have. I was alternating between licking Eric's ass fully and letting the twins get a good solid smack in with their paddles. Somehow they'd timed it well with stroking each other off next to Eric's face. "Go on, you want to." I whispered to Eric who very obediently began to lick the shafts offered to him.

After feeling the warm wet tongue slipping through each of my toes, soaking them thoroughly I knew I wanted to make Eric mine. I gestured to the man's bare foot and the tiger went right to it. My strokes on Eric's cock had grown wet and slick and I applied it to my own shaft before standing up, slightly skidding on the smooth floor with my wet feet. I almost fell right into Eric's ass. My cum-soaked cock slapped wetly against it and I rode against Eric's ass for a moment this time before finding my mark and pushing myself straight in to the hilt.

"ANNGH...WAH!" He cried out, his hole wasn't a virgin ass, he'd been taken before, likely by Wayne. I bucked up against him so hard that his free foot almost bounced off the ground.

I was so close already, I wanted to make it count, I snapped my fingers at Spencer, getting his attention and then spread my cheeks out. I wasn't strictly a bottom, but I did enjoy the occasional poke, and I'd always wanted a tiger to fuck me. He ran a wet tongue up Eric's thigh and across to my bare ass, licking it thoroughly before pressing himself against me and pushing his bone into my body. I grunted and panted, still watching the twins stroking each other, now they were kissing. I began to wonder if there was anything they wouldn't do.

So close, Spencer had ridden me to his hilt and was now plowing into me as he bit at my neck, his monster horns tapping against the top of my head as he joyiously began to moan and howl in pleasure. I remembered the first command in the book and whimpered it out. "Q-Quicksilver..." He said.

True to the name, there was suddenly wet liquid that shot across Eric's face making him cum as the twins did. His ass tightened around my cock like a vice and I bit my lip before crying out too. Spencer slipped out of me and fired hard, wet jets into my balls before his cock slipped up my crack and shot arcs of seed across my back. I about collapsed, but the weight of Eric in front of me, and the grip of the tiger behind me held me in place.

It didn't take long before I cleaned up, I was still wiping the sweat off my brow as I left the house with the promise to soon return. As I walked down the street I felt the edge of the book in my pocket and smiled. Though my report would omit certain... "details" I had enough on me to clear Wayne's name, and what was the greatest scoop in my life had suddenly become much more important.

THE END