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~ ~ Third Person POV ~ ~

The squirrel's eye twitched in agitation as he stared Kyle down, long bushy tail bobbing ever so slightly as he regarded the sudden appearance of a new tail behind the black fox, sure that the freaky kid only had four tails before even with his limited encounters. He had always tried to avoid Kyle, unlike James, since he really didn't want to get close to someone so obviously strange as the kit was, but the lion wanted to harass him and now it seems the little guy was finally hitting back.

"You really think you can handle any of us just cause you're surprisingly fit?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Only one real way to find that out isn't there?"

He's definitely different from last week. Whether it's that new tail making him feel more confident or not doesn't matter I suppose. I just need to pommel his face again and he'll go back to the whimpering mess that we left his freakish tail as before.

Kicking the bag he'd dropped before on the floor further aside, Marshall took a few steps forward towards his uppity opponent, knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists against each other. The trimmed squirrel walked slowly for several more steps, just until he was about halfway between his group and Kyle, before leaning forward and breaking into a sprint. He was quick, rushing down the hallway at the motionless, but smirking fox, eyes narrowing as he closed in.

Stupid kid, thinks he's suddenly so tough. Try this on for size then.

He waited until he was closer before striking, throwing his right arm out towards the other teen, paw clenched into a fist aimed for the center of the black-furred chest. However, just as he was sure that his fist would hit, the fox ducked down and out of the way, catching the squirrel completely by surprise that a freak could be just a quick as one of the best track & field athletes. But he didn't get much time to think about it, and before he could fully get past the crouched male, Kyle stuck his leg forward and swept it backwards, catching Marshall on the back of his calves and sweeping him off his feet.

The heck?!

The squirrel fell back onto his back with a grunt, barely holding in a pained whimper from landing hard on his own bushy tail. His teeth clenched from the pain and frustration of being taken by surprise like that and attempted to get back up, before feeling a footpaw stomp down onto his chest to keep him from getting up, and looked up to see the fox standing over him with his arm crossed and a questioning, yet amusing expression on his face.

"Like I said, you guys merely got the jump on me. Course I will admit that you and those three big guys would be pretty difficult to handle."

"Even saying that you're still standing up to us, are you crazy or something?"

"Who knows? Wouldn't all _freaks_be crazy by yo-"

"Paws off fox!"

The Ryker-inhabited Kyle barely had time to duck off to the side as a hoof-tipped leg came straight for him, the horse almost managing to kick him as he tried to help out his pal. Charles glared at the vulpine through his black mane as he heard Marshall shuffle behind him, quickly getting back up on his footpaws before making an annoyed huff at having to be helped out.

"Thanks Charles, guess I owe you one."

"Heh, letting the kid surprise you like that. Trying to be the joke of the school bushy-tail?"

"Oh shut up, big mouth! The freak just got lucky he managed to dodge."

"Didn't look that way from what I saw Marshall, you let the little fag get one up on ya."

Both the squirrel and horse looked to their right as James and Andrew stepped up to stand next to their friends, looking over to the fox that was facing them, who seemed to still be neither nervous nor excited. That fact was not lost on any of them, and it was something that was slowly irritating the lion as he continued to watch, a feeling not lost on the others around him. Andrew kept his distance from the feline as the stood across from the fox, not liking how tense James was becoming, and he certainly didn't want to accidentally be on the receiving end of the growing anger.

The lion was part of the wrestling and boxing teams, and not only did he have the big and tough body of someone that excelled in the sports, but also the quick, violent temper that most of the members had. Then again, he'd been like that since he first entered the school, and his dad ain't much better. Guess the saying's true, "Like father, like son" really describes them, the husky thought to himself, staring at the lion as he whispered to the others, and then looking over at smaller male across from them. It baffled him how anyone would challenge them to a fight by themselves, let alone when they were smaller to boot, the very thought of someone standing up was so strange and unreal to the whole group since they were the stars of their sports.

And that's really the only reason I hang with these guys, since we're all sport-guys it gives plenty to talk about and makes for a good competitive atmosphere to keep me in shape. Other those things we're not as close as they thi-

"Andrew! Quit spacing out, we're about to throttle this freakish fox."

He blinked as the sharp growl snapped him out of his train of thought, the lion glaring at him for another second before looking away again. The canine could only sigh to himself as he readied himself for another pointless fight, shaking his head before making it look like he was going to take things seriously, even when he really wanted nothing to do with it. All he could do was wait for a signal and get it over with quickly.

"Now!"

Just as he said it, James was off like a bullet from a gun, charging straight for his prey in a full-on tackle with the intent to crush the poor guy and any of the other students that ended up in his way. But Kyle didn't even seem phased by the imposing wall of muscle rushing towards him, smirking as he lunged forward too, getting in right up close with the lion. The kitsune ducked under the barreling lug's arms as he tried to grab at him, dropping to the floor and sliding right between the thick legs, throwing his own left arm out and catching the feline on the calve. The move swept the leg out from under James, throwing him off-balance and stumbling forward, his own momentum sending him slamming almost face-first into the lockers.

But the vulpine wasn't given much time to relax as Charles was right there behind the lion, glaring at the fox as he stopped sliding and dropping his hoofed foot down in a heavy stomp, barely missing his target as the young male rolled to his left and up into a crouch. And almost immediately he had to bring his arms up to block another punch from Marshall, before pushing himself up with the hit and jump back away from the bunch again, just as James had gotten off the lockers and moved back to where he started.

Heh, these guys are better than I thought. Sticking to the Meditative Fist against them with Kyle's smaller, less trained body will be difficult. Might just have to switch styles even though I only wanted to instill its use in him and nothing else.

Ryker couldn't help chuckling to himself as he watched the boys get ready to pounce on him again, thinking about how he hadn't had this much of challenge in a while. The psychic slide his borrowed body's right leg out as he bent the other under himself, bringing his paws up and taking on an almost boxing-like stance with them in front of his chest, fingers curled slightly and claws pointing right at the boys.

Guess we'll just have to see if I can get them to hurt themselves some more and avoid having to do that.

~ ~ 15 Minutes Later ~ ~

"Hah... Hah... Hah..."

"Looks like we're finally finished here, eh guys?"

James glared at the kitsune from his hunched over position, mouth agate as he gasp for breath, muscles acting from trying to hit the smaller teen and failing time and time again. He looked to his side at Marshall, Charles, and Andrew, all three of them just as exhausted and hunched over as he was, and yet their lone opponent was only slightly labored for breath, it was completely unbelievable to the hulking teen. The lion could understand how none of them could do more than graze the slimmer fox, and somehow end up repeatedly hurting each other and themselves instead, it just didn't make any sense to him.

"Hah...Just what are you freak? You're barely breathing hard and we're all about to keel over."

"Now now, it isn't nice to keep calling people a freak," Ryker said, pausing as he looked past the teens and towards his mates and real body, smirking at the three of them as his five tails swayed behind him. He let his psychic energy seep out of his borrowed body, touching the students that had stayed around to watch the fight and causing each of their bodies to shudder at the sudden, unseen contact. The powers were strong and efficient against the defenseless young minds, each of them unknowingly succumbing to the hypnotic effects of the mental touch, slowly growing less aware of their surroundings as an order to leave was slipped into them.

As each of the students slowly began to file out on auto-pilot, Cecil, Snow, and the real Kyle made their way in, slipping in-between the silent kids and coming up behind the small group in the middle of the hallway. The three of them stayed silent as well as Ryker spoke up again, chuckling lightly as he stepped closer to the jocks, stopping just out-of-reach of the kneeling lion before he finished his thought from before. "And if you think that poor little Kyle is a freak, then you're in for a big surprise when you hear I'm actually him."

"Do what? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Hehe, you heard me boy. And if you Kyle is considered a freak to you, then I'm probably the king of freaks."

Ryker couldn't help laughing slightly as spoke, lips culled back slightly to reveal the fox's pearly white teeth as he brought his legs up and crossed them, sitting before the lion in the air just to prove his point. And his grin only grew as he watched the each of the four boy's eyes spread wider in shock and amazement, a hint of confusion and fear passing clearly seen behind them as the stared at the floating canine, unsure of whether it was real or not.

"The fu-ACK"

James' maw froze mid-word as the psychic forces told hold of him, voice getting caught in the back of his throat as the muscles throughout his entire body tensed and locked up, paralyzing the teen before he could even finish his spontaneous utterance. The lion's worry grew rapidly when he realized he couldn't move a single muscle, as if his body had been turned into a statue and his mind locked inside of it. He could only watch in fear as he started moving against his will, going from his hunched over position into a kneeling one with his arms crossed behind his back, his head facing forward and so he could still stare at the floating male in front of him.

"I do so hope you weren't planning to finish that utterance, little boys really shouldn't curse like, especially in a school. Hehe, but let's not let you have all of the fun."

The feline could only watch out of the corner of his eye as the rest of his group twitched and shivered on the ground as they were invaded as well, before each one began to get up again and move into the same kneeling position he was in now, each of them just as unnerved or angry about what they were going through as he was. And just behind them, Ryker could see that the snow leopard and rabbit were watching with slightly amused, slightly sympathetic looks on their faces, knowing the boys would deserve this little punishment but their gentle nature preventing them from enjoying it or even taking part.

But that's exactly why I love them, the gentle caring boys that they are.

The folf smiled through his borrowed body as he looked at his two mates, as well as his own body showing the slightly nervous and baffled expression the real Kyle was having towards the situation. But the psychic male didn't linger for too long on them, turning to face the kneeling teens in front of him, smirking as he looked at their half-nervous, half-angry faces for being defeated by someone they first thought was a weak little fox, only to discover the almost unbelievable truth. The only thing that puzzled Ryker was the expression the husky was making, it showed almost none of the anger that the other three had, instead seeming apologetic and even slightly awed. This one might actually be different from the others, his comment before and feelings now almost make it seem like he... Oooooh, oh, this is definitely an interesting turn of events.

"Now that the gang is all here, and we are running short on time as it is, we can get straight to the point of why I personally came to 'greet' you boys. You see, after the beating that you inflicted on Kyle, not only did you hurt and frighten the poor kit, but he also was disowned by his parents after having to come out to them."

"Like we care about that."

"Oh, but I think you should. Cause after all it was your faults that that happened in the first place, or at least sped up such an inevitability, but I digress. Really though, I should be partially thanking you for what you did to Kyle. And before you say it, let me finish."

The folf smirked as he said that, already seeing at least two of the muzzles in front of him start to open while everyone had slightly puzzled faces, with the exception of his mates, who could guess how he was thinking.

"Now I'm certain you're think 'Really? He wants to thank us for beating the fox up?' or something along those lines. And honestly, yes, I do. Thanks to your actions getting him disowned, my mates and I have gotten to finally adopt someone like we had planned to do sometime in the future."

Though what you fools don't know is that the boy has greater potential as a psychic than either of my mates do, and that is why...

"And that is why I'm actually going to give you four a choice of two options for your punishment."

The teens looked at the floating kitsune with a look that was as confused as ever, and the same was true of Ryker's own body, the fox currently residing in it just as baffled by the words he'd heard as the bullies were. And that was just how Ryker wanted them, it was what was going to make this all the more enjoyable to do. His borrowed body shivered slightly in excitement and strength as his demonic powers flared to life inside of it, lighting a fire of thrill and arousal as unseen tendrils of the energy stretched away from him towards each of the kneeling males.

"Your first choice is to go through a humiliating week where you are forced to wear embarrassing clothes to school, unable to resist the selection in the slightest; you couldn't even try to undress yourself once you put them on for the entire you're at school until you get home. And you're second option is that of submission to the one you wronged, atonement if you'd like to look at it that way. You will surrender not only your body, but your mind, your will, even your purpose to the real Kyle and become his pet."

"You've got to be kidding me!"

"I ain't surrendering to some pathetic fox!"

"... about the reactions I had expected. Really, I did. No one would choose the second options with how it sounds now, especially once you think more about it. If you become a pet to a gay fox, then more than likely you'd be required to have sex with him at some point or another. Heh, and of course big bad straight boys like you would completely reject anything that could lead to having to do something with another male. But... what if you could experience the feeling you would be immersed in if you said yes to it."

Before any of them could even finish processing exactly what Ryker said, the tendrils struck, shooting forward and wrapping around the defenseless males several times before their tips dove straight through one of their ears. In less than a second, barely anytime to even register the sudden invisible and painful pressure barreling down their ear canals, the boys' bodies went rigid as the tendrils reached their brains and attached themselves to it. The psychic powers were quick to work once they connected, encasing the organs and channeling Ryker's sexual energies directly into the young minds' pleasure centers, awaking a fire inside the four more intense than anything they've ever felt before in their lives.

The teens all gasped in shock and arousal as every fiber and nerve in their body erupted in mind-numbing pleasure, muscles twitching and spasming in place as their sheaths bulged and shafted slipped from, throbbing hard against the fabric of their clothing as their awareness dissolved into nothing but endless white. And just as sudden as that pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over them, it was gone, swept back up after only a few seconds, leaving the four males panting and harder than they had ever been before, the fronts of their pants slowly darkening from their arousal.

"That... that my dear boys, is the pleasure of servitude. The freedom from every other stress in your life in exchange for your loyalty and submission to one single vulpine. Now you've gotten the chance to experience that possibility, and next you'll all get to choose which option you would rather have to face: A) humiliation and forced-clothes wearing for a week, or B) submission to your victim for the rest of your life. Lion, you get to go first."

Ryker smirked from within Kyle's body as he turned to James, the feline's jeans showing a clear dark spot over the crotch area, and giving a show that the teen was packing down there just as much as he was everywhere else on his body. His maw was gasping for air, breath ragged after the sudden and intense violation and forced arousal, but his eyes still seemed to burn with anger for the position he was in, even with a small part clouded with lust thanks to the powerful psychic invasion. Taking another deep breath, the lion tried to gather himself enough to answer, his voice deep in a mad and lustful growl.

"Hah... hah... A, ya freak... no way I'm gonna be a plaything for a faggoty fox... even after whatever you just did."

Still with the vulgar language, but an expected response nonetheless. His lust smells and tastes exquisite, but it's lacking in quantity. Typical of the really straight ones.

"And what about you squirrel?"

"Same... deal."

The psychic demon could tell that the pause was because of more than just exhaustion from arousal, the rodent's lust was not only just as delicious as the lion's, it was larger too. It was clear from that and the look in his eyes that Marshall was more tempted by the blissful touch than James had been, but he still have his pride as a straight male. Tis a pity, those big tails are so fun to play with, hehe.

"You're turn horse."

"Shouldn't even have to ask. Obviously I'm with them."

Indeed, your lust is lacking quite a bit despite you being the biggest here in every sense of the word.

"Ah well, still had to ask of course. And last, but not least, the husky. What's your choice?" Even though I can already tell.

"...... B. I... I want more, please."

Bingo.

The other three teens all turned towards the husky, shocked and amazed at why he would not only choose that option but want more of that enough to give himself away, and completely forgetting how just moments ago they could barely move at all. But the folf could easily believe it, the waves of lust coming off of the dog were just as great as the first two, and far, far more plentiful, so much even he was having trouble restraining his instincts to pounce and devour the delicious energy before him.

"The hell Andrew? You been a fag too this whole time?"

"Is that why you played look out and not beat the fox too?"

The dog couldn't help blushing at under the gaze and questioning of his fellow jocks, turning his head to side away from them, and closing his eyes before he spoke.

"And... and what if it is? You guys never took the time to get to know me, the only things we have in common are working and sports. Outside those we're nothing alike. I only stayed around you guys for motivation in getting stronger... and to make sure I wouldn't worry about getting bullied myself."

"Admirable will there husky, to stick around guys you must have really been irritated by constantly isn't something anyone can do. And though that first reason is respectable, you also tried your best to keep them from roughing up people too badly. Cecil wasn't even in your sight when you called them off Friday, was he?"

"...no."

"Man, fuck both of you fa-"

"Enough of your talk lion."

Once more, James found his maw frozen mid-work at the behest of the canine, eyes widening in shock before they turned to look at the fox again. The vulpine slowly unfolded his legs and put them down, touching lightly against the floor and standing up again, before he walked forward to stand in front of the lion. He had a stern, judging look on his face as he reached down and hooked a finger under the other male's chin, before smirking as his face drew itself closer, putting them almost nose-to-nose with each other.

"You know, I find guys like you both very sexy in the physical sense and the most annoying in the personality sense. If we didn't already have a deal I'd also rearrange that mind of yours, but then I bet Kyle wouldn't like that, so I won't. So now, it's time we seal our deal... with a little kiss."

The feline could do nothing but watch from within his frozen body as the fox leaned forward more, their fur and whiskers rubbing against one another's lightly, before he felt those soft lips kiss him on the cheek. And almost immediately the teenager's body shivered from the body up before going ridged, head tilting upwards and jaws parting in a silent moan as the incubus' power of Charm overtook him, sending the helpless boy over the edge and washing his awareness away in a powerful climax.

Lucky for you boys a kiss on the cheeks reduces the Charm's power to temporary status. You'll only be controlled a week before I lose my influence over you.

Ryker couldn't help smirking as he leaned back up and looked over the other two unfortunate males, the horse and squirrel shivering in fear as they looked back and forth between the fox and their friend, his distant, faraway look with glazed eyes staring up at the ceiling finally making them realize the danger of their situation. But all the terror and realization couldn't prepare or protect them from the fox's kiss, and soon the both of them suffered the same fate as the lion, staring off into space as their jeans dripped with the copious amounts of seed.

That left on Andrew, the husky staring up nervously and somewhat excitably as Ryker walked over to him, smiling down gently to him as he once again placed a finger underneath one of their chins, scratching softly before looking over at the other three then further back to his mates and Kyle in his own body.

"You know, your _friends_may have thought they were getting off easy on some level, but it's nothing compared to what you'll get to experience. Your world narrowing to a singular purpose, submission to your soon-to-be master, and drifting in a sea of bliss and happiness. No worries, no fears, nothing else will ever matter beyond your family and foxy owner. All it will take is a kiss to seal that fate and let you live a life most will envy, no matter how much they might try to deny it."

And with that, the possessed fox leaned forward once more and kissed the husky, head tilting as their lips locked together, intertwining their fates as a reluctant master and excitable pet for the rest of their natural, and perhaps even unnatural, lives.