Mind Over
What is a super criminal to do when he retires? Clearly the answer is teach high school.
He's dealt with enough drama queens, goths, jocks, and nerds in his old career; that dealing with the younger versions of theme should be a breeze. It also helps when you're a telepath, and you can see when a lie about finishing their homework is true, false, or something more sinister was at play.
And what is he suppose to do when he finds a really dark thought? One that could lead to something terrible? Does he help or keep his cover as the unaware high school teacher?
Note: This takes place in a high school, but all characters involved in sexual situations are over 18.
Trigger warnings: see keywords, avoid if you don't want spoilers.
Mind Over
Start Date: 8/4/18
Finished: 3/9/2019
Being a telepath has its benefits. It's always nice knowing when someone is trying to swindle you or which door has the prize behind it. But it can be noisy, like you're always in a crowded room with people trying to talk over each other. Usually it just gets turned background noise, but every now and then I pick something up. Something I probably shouldn't have heard. I've heard about many affairs, folks cheating business partners out of money, and I might have made the occasional anonymous call to the police about someone who is just a little more than considering shooting up a building.
I think that's why I chose to be a high school teacher, teenagers have some of the most boring secrets. Honestly, their sleep deprived brains usually only have one thing on them, which is food. Yes, some of them think about sex, made up drama, or drugs, but usually they're just wondering what's for dinner. It's also helped me hone on the kids who need a little push to help understand their studies. I've been having to bounce between my normal Information Systems classes and P.E. lately, because Coach Dell is on maternity leave. They considered getting a substitute, but it was just cheaper to pay me for a few extra hours. I wasn't going to turn down extra cash either. There were two other coaches going to be there, but there was some rule about needing to have 3 of them there in case something happened.
It was during one of these extra sessions where I first heard a thought that concerned me. The gym had a group of 50 or so boys paired up using different weight sets, I was walking the floor along with the football coach and the assistance couch, making sure no one was goofing around or doing something to hurt themselves. The voices were background noise again, but then like the sound of fingernails on chalkboard I heard it.
Why I am like this? Why am I so pathetic? Why did I let him do this to me?
My black tipped ears shot straight up, and I began scanning the room, trying to home in on where it'd come from. But it was just the normal chatter combined with the occasional teenager questioning their sexuality as they checked out their friend.
I'd heard that tone before. It was the same tone I'd made some of my anonymous calls on, it wasn't the normal random thoughts that are healthy for folks, this one had hate and darkness behind it. It made my tail puff out, and my fur stand on end. I tried to find it for the rest of the session, but that voice didn't come up again.
I went home that night, and I found it hard to sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about the darkness in that voice. I needed to know who it'd come from. I was a fox, I should live up to the stereotype and try to be clever. I needed to find out what else was on that person's mind.
I was distracted the next day, I ended up having my students do a bullshit project that I was waiting to use for a day I was hungover, it was basically where they just had to watch youtube videos for an hour. I steepled my fingers and sat pensively behind my desk. I tried to focus on the minds of the school, harder than I had in years. I felt like I found out every dark secret that school had to offer that day. I knew everything from who had the best drugs to which teachers were cheating on their wives, there's even an interesting love triangle with the stallion coach involving the twinky husky art teacher and the big bull English professor.
But the voice eluded me.
By the time the late-night gym session rolled around for the boys, I had a headache that rivaled all of my biggest benders. My tail lashed back and forth with annoyance. I was better than this. I used to be a goddamn super criminal for gods' sake. Why can't I find one damn person?
I was doing my rounds between the rows of sweaty boys, my mind picking up on the odd thing here and there. Like two of the boys from yesterday have been getting close, each one too afraid to make the first move. I couldn't help myself with those two, I might have sorta tripped the dalmatian to fall into the bigger wolf's arms.
The way they blushed and stammered was beyond adorable. I watched the two of them for a second, watching the dalmatian's face turn bright red as he squeezed the wolf's muscular arm to steady himself and stand back up. During this, I heard the dark thoughts again. They shot through me with that same stomach-churning skin-crawling force as before.
I'm going to do it. I'm going to make him pay. I can't take the pain anymore.
"Dammit!" I cursed under my breath. I missed who it was again. I had at least a better idea of which direction it came from this time. My list of 52 people dropped down to 20. I brought out my cell phone, and pretended to check something before snapping a picture of the half of the room the voice had come from.
The next day was a Friday, so if I was going to do anything it needed to be that day. I made a list, and a few of the boys I was able to rule out throughout the day. Most of them were in my class, so I could focus in on them, probe their minds for a good half hour and see if there was anything to worry about. One had a half a pound of weed in his locker, which I liberated while he was at another class, but other than that they were clean.
That left me with a list of 5.
Two of them had missed one day or the other, so that left me at 3.
Brendon, Richard, and Coleson.
Brendon I managed to find at lunch, I picked at my food while I probed into his mind. Poor kid, he really wanted to be 'Brenda', but his folks were ultra conservative, so he worked out hard to compensate for that. But he seemed to be pretty okay for the most part. No suicidal thoughts or self-harm floating in there. I might need to 'suggest' to the guidance counselor that he should start applying for colleges far, far, away from his folks though.
My stomach twisted in knots as the hours began ticking down. I wasn't able to find out anything about either of the other names on my list, and I hoped beyond hope they would show up for their gym sessions tonight. This was the same feeling I'd had when that blasted super wolf, Colossus, found my hideout. It was a sense of dread that wrapped around my core and squeezed like it was going to break me. When my other classes ended, I practically ran to the gym. I may have been a 'BadGuy', but I'm not a bad guy, if something happened that I could have stopped I'd never forgive myself. I suggested we do some team exercises this time around. I broke up my top two suspects the hippo Richard and the wolf Coleson so I could move from one to another and not seem to be hovering over them.
I grabbed a clipboard and leaned against the wall as I probed Richard's mind. I needed to be sure. I probed deeply. Maybe harder than I should have. I lost control, and made a mistake I hadn't since I was in my 20s.
I broke him.
Thankfully he was just doing pushups, so all that happened was is he dropped to the floor and passed out. I felt horrible, I knew he would be fine, but it caused some chaos as everyone rushed to his aid. But I was sure it wasn't him at least. The coach and assistant coach were both on top of him in a flash, trying to bring him around. Like I said, he'd be fine, but he'd be out of it for a few days as his brain recovered. They'd chalk it up to over doing it, and no one would be any wiser.
That's when I heard the voice again. It shot through me like an arrow.
Tonight is the night. Tonight I make him pay. After we're done, I'm going to do it.
My head swiveled right to Coleson, the voice had clearly come from him. The boy was huge, even for someone who worked out. He could have easily been a pro NFL quarterback, and the football coach had mentioned in passing a few times how he'd tried to get the boy on the team all the time. I had never really looked at him before, he looked fine, but there was a sadness behind his eyes. He looked tired. He usually walked around wearing a hoodie, the hood always over his ears, with the earphone strings just hanging out. He always looked down, as if he was trying not to be seen. I instantly tried to probe his mind, but then something strange happened. Something I didn't expect.
There was feedback.
It was like slamming my head into a brick wall, and I even had to grab the wall to stop from falling backward. I hadn't felt this since... since Colossus. But he was dead. He'd been dead ever since that fight with Mega Ram, for the fate of the city or whatever, I'd retired at that point so I'd tried to avoid any news that might give me an itch to get back into the game. I rubbed my forehead and I actually paid attention to Coleson this time. I watched as he finished setting down the weights that he was working on, the chaos made him stop paying attention. I watched him, and with a single hand he gingerly set down a 300 pound weight set back onto its rack like it was a straw being laid across the rim of a glass.
This was even worse than I thought. This boy didn't need a weapon to kill someone. He was the weapon. He could take the whole school down just by running through it. I watched him walk past me, and I looked across the back of his neck. Sure enough, there was a little horizontal scar where a Dr. Hamsire thought blocker had been inserted, just like Colossus had. It must have needed to be replaced, and was letting his thoughts slip through when he moved the wrong way. I'd been so focused on finding more dark thoughts, that I didn't think to look for the absence of thoughts. A blackhole where noise should have been coming from.
I cursed myself, and I slipped to the locker room. Now that I knew who it was, I had some extra tricks. I've always been able to make myself think like someone, it didn't always work, and Colossus had an annoying habit of doing the unexpected, but I should be able to think like a teenage boy.
I began to clear my mind, and closed my eyes. "Okay," I mumbled lowly to myself, "I'm a huge brute who could kill someone with a flick of my finger, who doesn't want to call attention to myself, and wants everyone to ignore me. Where would I put my bag?"
My demeanor changed, my ears laid flat, my tail went limp, and I began to hunch forward as if to hide my height. I felt terror creep into my heart, and then I opened my eyes. I felt like panic was setting in. I didn't want to be here. My goal was to get in and out of this locker room as quickly as possible. It was what he must have felt every time he walked in there. My eyes instantly darted to the lockers by the door. I dashed to them, and I began selecting lockers along the first row, a few were empty, a few had other student's belongings in them, but then I found his gym bag. I rummaged through it and grabbed his wallet.
I pulled out his driver's license, and I let my body relax, pushing away how he thought and back into my own. He was "Coleson Wolfson". I rolled my eyes at that last name, leave it to someone trying to hide their identity to pick the most generic last name ever. You gotta have some flare. Anyway, I looked at his birthdate, assuming he was Colossus's son, he's 19 now, so he must have been 4 or so when the older wolf died along with Power Lass... who must have been his mother, everyone always said the two of them had a thing. I grabbed his phone, it was locked, but I entered his birth year into the number pad, and sure enough, it unlocked. These kids never paid attention to my lectures on internet security...
He had a few apps on it, his gallery was filled with gay porn (the boy was a kinky fucker too), but the only odd thing was in his contacts. It had one single number saved, listed as "Dad". His recent texts and calls only included that person. The texts were impersonal, even sometimes creepy like "I know you've stopped at the store on your way home, don't dilly dally. We have work to do." My ears twitched as I heard voices coming back into the locker room. I grabbed his license for some reason and shoved his stuff back into his locker.
I slipped out of the room, and I went back to my office. I slammed the door shut and locked it. I collapsed into my chair, I put Coleson's license on my desk, and I reached for the bottom drawer where I had stashed that brick-o-weed I'd gotten from the student's locker. The boy might be dumb, but he had good taste. I'm surprised one of the other teachers didn't sniff it out. The kid had a lighter and a one hitter as well, which I'd also "liberated" from his locker. I packed myself a bowl, light up, and breathed in. I felt my headache start to go away as that taste rolled across my tongue.
"What in the fuck was I going to do? Is this even my problem? His dad was a fucking prick, why should I care what happens to him?" I said aloud to my empty office. A chill ran up my spin.
I know why I should care:
The Bureau of Superhero Affairs, BSA.
If some super numbnut busts down the school, they'll start looking into everyone's background. Technomancer did a good job helping me retire, but I still look the same. Just because my name is Albert Peterson now, doesn't mean they won't be able to recognize me. I took another hit and coughed as I exhaled. Damn this was good shit.
I started to twirl the young adult's license in my hand, his house wasn't too far from mine, a 15 minute drive, maybe. Also... he sounded so sad and scared. Something was happening to him. Maybe I'm getting soft with my old age, but I felt like I needed to help. But if I was going to do this, I was going to need something from my house. I took one last hit off of the bowl, and I dumped the ashes into a forgotten cup of coffee on my desk, before shoving the one hitter and the brick of weed in my bag and heading to my car.
***
I parked in my garage sometime later, and I got out. I walked over to my tool wrack, and I reached up and grabbed a screwdriver. I twisted the handle, and the metal shaft had points pop out in odd directions. I pressed the tip to a hole in the backboard, and I pushed it inside. I hilted it with a grunt and gave it a twist. I took a step back, and the bench split down the center and moved to either side. It revealed my trophy case. The things I couldn't bear to throw away. It had the tattered remains of one of my costume, the words "Mind Over" still written across the chest. There were picture frames with cut outs from my biggest heists, expensive jewels that were worth more than some of the homes on this block, a Dinosaur bone form that time I went back in time, a Hitler clone's mustache in a jar from that weird alternate earth team up (cuz' fuck Nazis), and finally my eyes landed on what I was looking for.
For lack of a better way to describe it, it looked like a sonic screwdriver. Technomancer had whipped this up for me years back, but I never got a chance to use it. I honestly never thought I would. I grabbed it and slipped it into my pocket. My hand hovered over the costume for a moment, should I? Should I break it out one last time?
No, that's not who I am anymore.
I got back in my car and drove.
***
I parked my car a few blocks away and snuck towards the address. I rolled my eyes so hard when I saw where it was. It was a fucking old observatory. Like, I'm cool with the odd cliché here and there, but that is so dumb.
I started to look over the complex, the place was surrounded by an electric fence, robotic turrets, and fucking lasers. I grumbled, and I slunk around trying to find a weak spot. But the place was too well built, there was no way I was going to be able to...
And then, I saw a bright flash and I was knocked back onto my ass. I could feel the tips of my ears where they'd gotten singed and I could smell smoke. I slowly sat up and noticed that that half of the building had caved in and was now on fire. I saw the fence short circuit and the turrets die, and the lasers fade. Next, the front gate popped open, as if welcoming me in. I then began to hear a pounding above the ringing in my ears, it was constant, just one loud thump after again. It made the ground shake.
I dusted myself off and dashed through the front gate. I ran into the building, smoke hadn't reached this side yet. The pounding was louder now. It was constant, it was steady, like the throbbing heartbeat of some unknown monster. I heard loud howl from somewhere in the house, a howl filled with anger, sorrow, and fear. I walked down the hallway into what seemed like a living room. The place was odd though. No TV, only two leather chairs in front of a fireplace, and nothing about it that felt lived in. There were no pictures of Coleson anywhere, just pictures of a boar in a lab coat holding various awards, which happened to be displayed beside them. The bristly hog never smiled in any of them, and he always looked stern. I started to look closer at him, and my muzzle dropped as I realized who it was.
Dr. Hamsire, the masked hero who always fought alongside of Colossus providing technical support, I recognized him by the scar across his right eye. I'd given that to the porkchop myself. Today was just filled with old acquaintances...
I grumbled, no time to worry about that now. Something clearly happened already, and the thing in his pocket was his only hope of staying hidden, and maybe saving the student. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"Okay, I'm a super genius, who's too smart for my own good, and loves to show off. Whose biggest downfall is his own ego. So where would I be?" My demeanor changed. My back straightened, my ears stood tall and proud, and an air of dismissiveness began to radiate off me.
"I'd be in my lair, of course. I would never be dumb enough to do such things in the open, even though a lair would be the first thing someone would check for in the blueprints of a house." I said to myself. "I'm also very proud of my accomplishments, so the trigger would be something stupid obvious like my biggest trophy that I use to compensate for my tiny dick." My eyes scanned the room and found the biggest award on his bookshelf. I walked to it, the inscription read:
"To Doctor Halbertson, for his outstanding research in Super genetics."
I reached up and twisted the trophy. And sure enough, there was a click behind the bookcase, and it swung in to reveal a stairwell. My demeanor changed again, my body relaxing and going back into my normal stance. I began to walk down the dark stairwell into a basement; the smoke smell was stronger here. I found myself at a metal door at the end, and I glanced at the handprint scanner. I grumbled, and my ears twitched as the loud thumping stopped, and it was replaced by an eerie silence.
I gave the door a nudge, and it swung open. The safety protocols clearly having taken effect. In front of me was what looked like a smashed up control room. There were two or three dead lab assistants spread across the controls, a chair had been smashed through a window that lead into a clean white room that had instruments of all sorts... most of which looked painful and pointy, they were above the tattered remains of an exam table, the triple reinforced restraints on it were crumpled and broken.
The back wall had a hole in it where something had been thrown with such force in went into the next room, the char marks around the hole told me that was where the explosion had come from. I knew better then to investigate the origin in a lab like this, unless I wanted even more super powers, the radioactive kind. In the center of the room was what could only be described as a crater, it had fist sized holes in the cement and tile around it. Inside the hole was a bloody pulpy mess of something, I saw a broken tusk sticking up from the slurry and realized I wouldn't need to worry about Dr. Hamsire anymore.
In the corner of the room there was a form curled up so tight, it would have been missed if not for its sheer size. The black furry blob sobbed, and cowered. The sight made my heart twing, this isn't what I was expecting to find. I took a step forward, and I winced as my foot made a crunching sound as I stepped on some broken glass. The sobbing mass turned his head up towards me, fear and sadness filling his eyes.
"Mr... Mr... Peterson?" The sad pup asked. "No... no stay back... I'm... I'm a monster, I... I killed my dad... I... it... it just hurt. It always hurt..." He cried, tears staining his cheeks.
He was wearing just a pair of white boxer briefs, and for the first time I could see his body. Specifically, the scars running across it. Some were subtle, others were gashes. Some were new, and others were so aged that I'd hate to think how old he must of been when he'd gotten them. Every part of me was screaming just to walk out, but I walked forward instead.
I'd always been kinda dumb.
It was strange seeing a hulking mass like that having a nervous breakdown.
"Hey, hey, it's okay..." I said as I began to slowly move closer, trying not to show any fear. Trying to just seem understanding. "Can I sit next to you?" I shouldn't have asked that. Why did I ask that. It was so dumb to ask that. He could snap me in half like a twig. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
I looked into his eyes again, those sad eyes having a spark of something behind them. Maybe it was hope, maybe it was happiness not to be looked at like a monster, but whatever it was, that's why I'd asked.
"Y-yeah, go ahead," he said.
I reached into my pocket, and I saw him start to tense up.
"Chill pup, it's just my phone..." I pulled it out, the device technomancer made me clasped under it like a portable battery pack. I took a seat next to him, giving us a little space. I leaned my head back against the wall, and closed my eyes. I was already this close, if he was going to kill me, I wasn't going to see it coming anyway.
"Tell me hun, what did you know about your dad?" I asked.
"What?" He asked with a bit of confusion about the question. "He was a scientist and..."
I stopped him there, "No, your real dad. I'm sure you realized you weren't a pig."
The boy's ears dipped, and he seemed to try to curl up tighter. He was sitting on his rump, with his knees pulled up to his chest.
"Not much," he said, "Dad said he and my mother died in a car accident when I was a kid. I remember him a bit, I remember he had the same fur color as me, and he was strong. But it's all kind of fuzzy. Dad said he was their friend, and that they entrusted me to him in case anything ever happened to them..."
I rotated my phone to the side, and googled "Colossus". I brought up a video of him beating the fuck out of the Nazis from Earth 13 and the evil twin of Boom Lab. I handed the phone to him, he reached forward and gingerly took it.
"That's your dad," I said bluntly. "He died being a superhero."
"But..." the boy said, looking at the screen with anger and confusion, his memories of his dad surely returning and stitching together. "Dad always said he didn't know where my powers had come from... that my father wasn't like me. And that's why he had to study me."
When he said that, a memory so powerful raced through his mind that the blocker couldn't hold it back. I saw a tiny little pup in this room, a twirling blade coming down from the ceiling, and then pain. I felt pain in my side. I looked at his side that matched where I felt the pain, and sure enough, an old scar laid there.
"I'm sorry kid, but he lied. He was Dr. Hamsire in another life," I said. What kind of a hero would do that to someone? What broke him? To their best friend's kid, nonetheless.
The kid was shaking now, and he sniffled. "My... my dad was a hero? Then... how... how could I do this? How could I hurt someone like this?"
"Coleson, it's not your fault... I know all about origin stories, and really you had every right to do what you did," I said trying to calm him down. I wasn't really wrong either.
"Mr. Peterson... I... I just want this all to go away. All of it. I... I don't want to remember that I'm a monster like this. I... I don't want to remember what the pain felt like," the boy's lip started to quiver again. "I just want my life to go back to normal..."
I wanted to lie and tell him it'd all be okay, but as I looked at him, and saw his blood splattered fur, the blood dripping from his knuckles, and the bloody slurry that was Dr. Hamsire on the floor, I knew they never would be.
"It's not kid... Even if you had a good reason for doing what you did, the BSA is going to throw a blackbag over your head and take you to a blacksite to keep you away from other people. They won't want to hear your side, they'll just see you as a threat, you're going to need to run." What other option did he have? I tried to get here soon enough, but I failed. Maybe if I was a hero I would have made it, but I'm one of those guys who always shows up at the wrong place at the wrong time.
The young wolf looked down at his blood covered hands, and his bottom lip started to quiver. "I... I don't have anywhere to go, I don't have any money, I don't even have a car... My dad was all I had, and I destroyed that. Maybe I could have learned to take it..." He began to trail off, and I realized I was growling under my breath.
"You didn't do anything wrong, you were someone who had to face awful things every day. Just because he put a roof over your head, doesn't mean you brought any of it on yourself. You can only push someone so far until they break," I said, I glanced at my watch.
"Still... I... I just want this to end. I... I don't want to remember any of it. I just don't want to think anymore..." He said as he squeezed his knees close to his chest.
I took my phone back from him, and then I looked at the device in my hand. I could do that. I could make it all fade away. But would that be better? I looked over that thick wall of muscle as it cowered like a pup, and my heart lurched. I had to at least offer...
"Hey pup," I said, "You know, I'm like you. I'm not strong, but I have powers too." I scooted closer to him, and I held out my paw, letting him see it, letting him know I was going to try and comfort him. When he didn't wince, I put my arm around him, and I pulled into his side. Normally, you would pull someone into your side, but he was way too massive for that. "I'm not strong, but I can read minds... and do other things. That's how I knew to come here tonight, I knew something was wrong, but I couldn't tell what. Your..." I winced as I said the next word, "Dad, put something in you that blocks my power. I could only get fragments. But see this?" I held up the sonic screwdriver looking thing, Technomancer had called it something more complicated than that back in the day, but I can't remember. So, I'll call it that. "This will break the chip in your head and let me in. I could make you forget. I could make you forget everything. But, for it to become permanent I need to spend a few weeks doing it, I'll need to erase your life block by block, bit by bit, and considering how much pain you've gone through, I don't know how much of you will be left."
"C-could you replace my memories? Could you make the bad ones become good ones?" The boy asked.
"Sorta, I'll have to dive in to see how bad they are. I don't know how many will just need to be taken out," my ears twitched, I didn't hear sirens yet, but It was only a matter of time. "But we gotta go, we can talk about this more at my house." I stood up, and reached my paw down to help him up. He took my paw, and I breathed a sigh of relief as he didn't crush my hand.
"So, where's the liquor cabinet?"
***
It felt like such a shame to waste good alcohol like that. But, we needed to get rid of any evidence. The first bottle was a 20 year old scotch, that one hurt. That one fell into the puddle that was Dr. Hamsire, the next two cocktails went over the nameless lab techs. Three more molotov cocktails in strategic places around the house, it'd been years since I'd committed a good bit of arson. I'd asked the kid if he'd wanted to take anything, but he'd just shaken his head. He didn't even grab any of his clothes. It was like he wanted nothing to remind him of this place.
We slipped out through the woods, the wolf's former home burning in the background, as the fire department and police rolled up. It'd take a few days for them to find the bodies, and figure out that one of them wasn't Coleson, if they figure it out at all. One of the techs was a wolf, and his mouth was pretty smashed in, dental records might not be any help.
I brought him back to my car a few blocks away, and I drove him back to my place. I lead him inside to my house, and showed him the guest bathroom so he could clean off, and I did the same in my own. I washed off the soot, and sweat from the night. I leaned my head against the wall, and sighed.
"What am I doing? Why am I doing this? Why didn't I just fry that stupid chip and wipe the kid's brain?" I grumbled, "Because I'm not a supervillain, just a supercriminal. Well, reformed supercriminal." I slipped on a pair of basketball shorts, and I didn't bother with a top. I walked to the living room, and I waited. I heard some crying from the bathroom, but I just I ignored it. Coleson was in there for a good hour and a half. When he came out, the fur on his knuckles was thin, as if he'd spent that entire time just trying to rub off blood he couldn't see. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and it seemed to strain around his muscular hips. He sat down on the couch next to me.
"What now?" That hulking wolf asked, his voice filled with fear.
"Well... you have a decision to make," I said as I placed the device Technomancer made me on the table in front of him. "You can sleep here, I'll make some calls, and tomorrow you'll be on a truck to mexico to start a new life with a couple thousand pesos under a new name. Or," I gestured to the device on the table, "you can use what's there. It'll break the chip in your head, like I said, and I can go in and start taking away the bad memories. I can give you new ones, and make you into someone new. It could be anything you wanted it to be, but it'll take a few weeks, if not months, to make it stick. I'll need to give you a top up, every day, so I can root out every bad memory and destroy them. I then can use your desires to craft you a new memories and personality... or at least, I think I can. I've never tried anything like this before. Once we're done, I'll have my buddy make you a new identity, and Coleson Wolfson will be gone."
The younger wolf looked at the device on the table, his ears laying flat on his head, and his tail curled up between his legs. He looked down at his hands, wincing as if he saw something their, and then he looked into my eyes. Those green orbs filled with need. "Do it. Make them go away. I... I can't live with them, knowing I did what I did."
I nodded, and squeezed his arm sympathetically. And like, holy shit, it felt like gripping a steel beam. I grabbed the sonic screwdriver looking thing from the table, and I pressed it to the back of his neck. There was a dull flash of light, and an electric zap. The wolf winced, and just like that I could hear his thoughts. They just made my heart sink lower, they were just the same thing over and over again.
I'm a monster. I did this and I can't take it back. Dad... why did you keep hurting me? Was it my fault?
"Okay," I stood up, and slid in front of him. "In order for this to work, I'm going to need to make physical contact, that's when my power is strongest and it lets me have the most precision." He nodded, and I slid into his lap. Even with his midnight black fur, I could see his blush. I heard him think about how he'd never been this close to a guy before, and I smirked. It was cute. I slid my paws up his chest, just to make him blush a little more, and then I cupped the sides of his face and placed a finger on either side of his temples.
"Now, just relax, and let me make it better..." My words were stern, and it was the first test of how much I could influence him. I felt him relax against me, and he went limp. I slid in a little closer, my white underbelly pressed against his soft black chest fluff. I closed my eyes, and the very first thing I did was implant the thought:
"You will never physically hurt me, you know you can kill me if you're not careful."
I didn't like doing that to him, but hey, I need to cover my bases. He can yell at me all he wants, and hurt my feelings, but my body is soft and squishy. I can't be too careful. I started with the most recent memories and began working my way back through his life. I erased tonight, I got to watch the whole thing in reverse. Apparently tonight Dr. Hamsire had decided to see what a high-power medical grade laser saw might do to his calves. Fucking sicko.
I moved through the rest of the events, working back in time. Erasing everything painful first, my stomach twisting in knots as I had to relive each and every trauma the boy had to face. How was he even still alive? I got to watch as every scar was placed on him, how each and every bruise was made. Each memory I erased seemed to make him relax more and more. My back started to ache, so I had to lean into him, my legs squeezing his waist. I felt one of his arms come up and wrap around me in return. I know his body was just acting on autopilot, but it was still sweet.
My mind probed his, finding out everything there was to know about him as I looked into everything that made him tick. I took out so much, pretty much every memory he'd had with the Doctor had been bad. What could have made a hero sour so badly? I never knew the guy, but surely there must have been something good about him once. A smile came across my muzzle as I stumbled onto the first happy memory. Colossus was throwing Coleson up again and again, that feeling radiating through me and making me feel good for the first time that night.
I used it to find some other happy memories, there weren't many, but they were there. I slipped those off to a corner of his mind, and put them somewhere safe as I began erasing more of the boar from his mind, scrubbing every memory that I could. In all, there wasn't much left after that. Just some TV, movies, and books. And his fantasies. I'd decided to save that section for last, you never know what you'll find when you open that door. What was this wolf's desire? What is the thing that he wanted more than anything else in the world?
I bit my lower lip, and I pushed a little deeper into his mind, pushing through that door. I could see a fireplace, like the one in his home, he was naked, on all fours in front of a leather chair, and he was wearing a fine red leather collar that popped against his black fur. There was a generic figure in the chair, it was big, older, and was just slowly rubbing his back with his footpaw. I cocked an eyebrow, and I felt my sheath start to stir.
I pushed passed those scenes and dove deeper still. He was in just a red thong that hugged his package, and showed off his muscular ass. He was standing in front of the stove, cooking dinner. That red collar was around his neck again. I focused and looked at the tags hanging from it. The words "Colossal" property of... a jumble of squigglies. Clearly, that part wasn't as well developed. But why Colossal? Was it a play on Colossus? I didn't focus on that.
Back in the fantasy the doorbell rang, and the blob appeared again. He embraced it, they kissed, and then he kneeled next to the table where he'd prepared dinner. His tail just wagging. The blob petted his head and began to eat. Occasionally feeding scraps to the wolf beside him. Is this really what he wanted? Did he really just want to turn off his brain and be a dog?
I could feel myself getting hard as a rock. Goddamn wolf was too sexy for his own good, I gave myself permission to give a little hump against his chiseled abs, and a groan escaped my lips. I pushed through a few more fantasies, like him being naked on the beach and catching frisbees for that blob of horny manly desires. Though... I did have to pause at the one of him on stage getting railed by some of the teachers at the school, the boy taking a stallion cock to the root, while a bull fucked his face. Cum of others sprayed across his back, and his chin already dripping from it. Puddles of cum under his dick where he'd cum again, and again from being railed.
I was panting now. Fuuuuck, who needed porn when you had this wolf's mind? I finally made the last push, diving into his deepest, darkest, and most desired fantasy. I held my breath, and waited to see what it was.
I looked on at what I saw in confusion.
The lights were off, the full moon cast across the room to two figures on the bed. Coleson was fast asleep, a huge smile on his face, while a blob figure behind him held him close. It was so soft. So intimate. The thing that he wanted the most was just for someone to hold him. To make him feel safe. I could feel the warmth coming off that fantasy, and it just seemed so sad. He'd gone so long without warmth and comfort, that now it was all he wanted.
I started to feel light headed, I'd gone too long and too deep. Making new memories would have to come tomorrow, tonight he'd just have to be mostly blank. I began to ease my way out of his mind, patching any holes to deal with later, and slowly mend anything that could have broken. I was wobbling by the time I finished, my arms fell to my sides, and my dick fucking begged for attention. But I felt too weak to do anything about it.
I began to bring the wolf back up, and I asked, "How do you feel?"
The wolf blinked, "Colossal feels good."
"Colossal?" I asked, my head cocking to the side.
"Yes, sir?" He asked back, a happy content smile on his black muzzle.
Oh no... I left a door open, I'll need to go in and... my thoughts trailed off as I felt a hand grab my ass through my shorts. I opened my muzzle to say something, but instead I found lips meeting mine. My eyes went wide as I felt that boy's soft lips, that horny lad pulling me in close. He didn't hurt me, but he was way too strong for me to pull away. I just had to melt into his kiss, my dick rubbing against the inside of my shorts and against his six pack.
"Colossal is good boy," he said with a pant as he broke the kiss. "Colossal always makes his owner happy."
I needed to stop this, I needed to go back into his mind and close that door, but that's when I felt him grab ahold of my dick and start to rub it through my shorts. It became hard to think, my powers going out of control and starting to feed off his fantasy. This happened during sex sometimes, it's why I usually just kept to my paw. But this... this was already happening. I couldn't help it, that blob in the boy's mind started to form into me. My ability to enter someone else's headspace working against me, and I began to act just as if that generic figure in his mind would have. My ears perked up, my back straightened, and a sly toothy grin spread across my muzzle.
"Oh puppy," I said, my paws reaching down to rub through his chest and squeeze his strong pecs. "I've had such a long day." I said, which I suppose was true. I began rubbing at his shoulders. "I think I'm too tired to go to bed, I think you're going to have to carry me."
"Yes, sir." The boy said as he picked me up in his strong arms like I was nothing, and he carried me to my bedroom... I guess, _our_bedroom for the night. I wasn't going to be able to fix this until it ran its course.
The wolf gingerly set me on the edge of the bed, and he seemed to be piggy backing off my mind, because he knew exactly where the drawer I kept the lube in was. The towel around his waist dropped to the floor and for the first time I could see the massive set of balls between his legs and the thickly packed sheath that rested above it. Now I know why he called himself Colosal in his fantasies... and why his biological father called himself Colossus. The giant black furred wolf kneeled in front of me, and grabbed a hold of my shorts. With a little flick of his wrists he tore them asunder. He could have just pulled the down, but that sight did make my dick throb to no end. My cock was painfully hard at this point, it was oozing pre like a broken faucet. I watched as my cock sank into that deadly muzzle, my toes curling as his muscular tongue wrapped around my shaft.
Oh. My. God. His tongue was so strong it felt like my dick was fucking his ass. He started to bob his head up and down. I huffed and reached down to rub my fingers through his black head fur. His muzzle felt so amazing, and I have to admit, fucking the muzzle of my former enemy's son was kinda hot. That super mutt had always been such a thorn in my side, and now his son was between my knees sucking my dick. I bit my lower lip, and held the boy's head between my fingers and said.
"Be a good boy, and let your owner do what he wants," the slab of muscle devoid of thought mumbled an agreement, and I stood up. I looked down past my tone belly as I held his face. He looked up at me with the cutest puppy dog eyes as I began to slowly slide my dick in and out of his muzzle, not an easy feat for most, but he managed to take it all like he'd been doing this for years. Though, I'd seen inside his mind. This was the first time he'd ever been this close to someone. Part of me wanted to try to make it sweet, but I knew his desires. He's always wanted to be used like someone's cum dump. And who was I to deny him his fantasy?
I started to breed his muzzle, my white furred balls swinging between my thighs as I muzzle fucked that big brute. He could snap out of it at any second, and decide to snap my dick in half with just a flick of his tongue, but for now he just moaned like a bitch in heat. My balls slapped against his chin, and the feeling sent a tingle up my spine. My dick flexed in his muzzle as he sucked on it, letting it tickle the back of his throat without even a gag, my crotch fluff pounding against his nose again and again. I could feel myself getting close, it'd been years since I'd last been with anyone, so there was no hope I was going to last long. I huffed and my tail lashed out behind me as I shot load after load of cum into his muzzle, whipping it into a foamy froth as I fucked his muzzle as hard as I could, I didn't need to worry about hurting him, I could go all out.
That boy moaned around my dick, greedily sucking up my cum as a glazed happy look came over his face. I put my paws on his shoulders and squeezed them as he kept sucking on my extra sensitive dick. I panted above him for a minute, before finally pulling myself out of that heavenly muzzle and falling back onto the bed. I looked at the wolf, and for the first time that night I saw a smile on his face. He looked so content. Like he belonged here as my frothy cum covered his chin and lips.
I cupped his muzzle in my paw, and leaned in again. I licked across his chin playfully, before giving him another kiss. My footpaw slid between his knees, and I teased his engorged shaft with my leg. He humped against it, whining needily into our kiss. I pulled back, and rubbed my thumb across the boy's cheek.
"Aww, does puppy want a treat?" I asked playfully.
The boy began to nod feverishly, and then he let out a happy little bark.
"Okay then, get on the bed on your back. If puppy is going to get a treat, I need to get worked up again," I said.
Colossal jumped up on the bed and laid down. His head crooked up and was watching me as his bright pink cock pulsed with need above his six pack abs. Fuck, it was bigger then some horse toy's I'd seen. I moved between his legs. My paws ran up his calves, feeling the muscles there. I felt them twitch under my fingers, they went from soft to hard as a rock. I slid up to his thighs, and the boy's tail began to slap the bed as it wagged. That soft thump, thump, thump, just made everything seem better somehow. Finally, I moved to those thick muscular thighs. His father's had always looked so good in those tights, it was nice to see he carried on the tradition.
That wolf cock pulsed in the air as I rubbed and squeezed his thighs. It leaked a steady flow of pre, that superspunk pooling in his thick tightly stretched sheath. I reached forward and cupped those two massive puppy makers in my hands. Each was the size of a softball. This boy could have gotten a job as a porn star just by walking in and taking off his pants. They felt so heavy and full, I did know it'd been more than a week since the last time he'd cum... He was always under surveillance at home, so when he did paw it was when he could slink off behind the outdoor bleachers and shoot into the dirt. It was a little strange knowing that much about someone, but it did help. Like, I knew as I started to squeeze his balls with my full force, it would just make a happy yowl escape his lips and that pecker pulse. When it did, it shot a glob of precum across his muscular abs. I slid my paws off his balls, and I slid a finger around the rim of his sheath, just teasing that cock that lay inside. It made needy whimpers escape his lips, and my dick start to rise from its own knotpocket.
I leaned in and just blew across that needy cock, the boy gripping my sheets and shuddering. I started to think about where to go from here. Part of me just wanted to flip him over and fill him to the brim with my cum, but I was kind of afraid to put my dick into him. He was commanded not to harm me, but when he cums he might break my dick inside of him. How could I... oh that's right. A sly foxy grin spread across my face and I moved up and sat on his waist, my perky ass teasing his needy dick as I reached into my top nightstand drawer and pulled out a metal forehead band. I had it for the nights I couldn't turn off my brain and the thoughts wouldn't stop coming. I also grabbed a metal water bottle I had on my nightstand. I slipped the forehead band onto the boy's head, and I flipped it on. It gave a little buzz, and then I handed him the waterbottle.
"Okay pup, squeeze this with all your might," the wolf took it. And he cupped his hands around it. He squeezed it, expecting it to crumple into a ball under his fingertips, but he just managed to dent it. I grinned, it'd worked. I could sense panic starting to rise in the wolf, for the first time in his life he was powerless. He didn't have the strength to overcome anything, he was just normal. I cupped the sides of the boy's face, and I had him look me in the eyes.
"Calm down puppy, you trust me, don't you? You know your owner just wants to make you feel good, right?" I said, ready to use my powers if I needed to, but I wanted to see what he'd do first.
There was a moment's hesitation, but I felt the panic start to fade from him. I could still feel he was nervous, but there was a bit of excitement mixed with it too. I think he realized he didn't need to hold back, he could just let his body do what it wanted now. I smiled, my paws slid over his chest, and rubbed at his strong pecs. I squeezed them between my fingers as my balls churned against his fur, my cock pulsing below my belly. I leaned down and whispered into his ear, "Okay pup. Get on all fours and lift your tail."
The excitement filled him, and his face fur turned a darker shade of black as he blushed underneath. I slid off of him and the bed as he adjusted. He got on all fours, and his tail lifted up and to the side. I walked over to my toy drawer, and pulled out my silver cock ring, the one that went around my whole package, and not just my dick. I wanted this to last as long as possible, it's not everyday that you pop the cherry of your nemesis's son. I wasn't even his biggest nemesis, I was D team roster at best. I managed to do this before Mega Ram, Hydron, or Chiller Koala. Next time I see CK at our poker game, I am going to gloat so hard.
I moved behind that younger wolf. I looked at that perfect muscular ass, it looked like a marble statue that had been carved to perfection. In between laid that pink pucker that begged for attention. I slid behind the wolf, and like the hungry fox I am, I couldn't help but slide my muzzle between those two perfect cheeks. I inhaled that clean earthy scent of a shower fresh wolf, and I slid my tongue across his pucker. The boy let out a surprised yelp, followed by a long drawn out moan. I reached forward and wrapped both of my hands around his dick and began to slowly stroke them up and down, while I ate him out. The wolf whimpered and moaned, humping forward and squeezing my face with his muscular ass.
The other nice thing about being a telepath is you can tell exactly when someone is about to cum. I could keep this up forever, just always bringing him to the edge, never letting him cum. The thought of that power over someone so powerful made my dick throb. This had gone on long enough, and he was surely relaxed enough for me now. I gave his massive dick one last squeeze, before going and grabbing the lube. I lubed up my cock, and then I pulled my face away from his rump. I slid my finger around his slick pucker, before sliding in a digit to test his depths. Oh, he was so warm and tight... I added another finger to get him used to it, and I started to work them in and out. My fingers slid over his swollen prostate, it pulsed and throbbed with the backed up loads I prevented him from shooting.
I got up on the bed behind him, and I rested my cock between those two muscular cheeks. His heart started to beat faster, and I could feel the tension in him returning. I ran my hands over his muscular back as I just hotdogged my cock between those two scoops of velvet. "Easy now, puppy. Just relax. You know I'm going to make you feel good."
"Y-yes, sir." The boy responded. I just teased him for a little while longer, rubbing his back and sides, letting him get use to me, before pulling back and letting the head of my dick press against that virgin hole. I huffed and started to sink into those unclaimed depths, the boy shuddering as his fantasies started to come true.
I watched as my cock sank into him, one solid stroke making it slowly slide in until I was buried into the hilt. Anyone else I would have gone easier, but considering he dwarfed me in body size, my noble average sized dick was not going to hurt him. Still though, his back arched as I slid over that pleasure button inside of him, and a deep moan escaped his lips. I rubbed his hips as I let him just feel me for a few moments, I let him get use to the feeling of another man's dick inside of him, something I had a feeling he'd be getting a lot of in the future.
I huffed, and then I began to breed the younger wolf. My cock began to slowly pound in and out of his needy hole, the boy shuddering as I stroked his prostate again and again. I started slow at first, figuring out where his limits were, and then I began to speed up. I used my powers to figure out just how to thrust, how to aim my dick at the spots that made his toes curl. That boy was soon moaning like a bitch underneath me and it was such an amazing feeling. My ass flexing as my fuzzy hips slammed against the superwolf's ass. I did what other supervillains, err well, I guess supercriminals in my case, dreamed of. I was fucking the son of one of the biggest heroes of all time, and he wanted it. He wanted to feel my dick inside of him stretching his hole like this, and then to feel my cum pump inside of him. Oh this wasn't going to be the end... this, this feeling was too much to let go. This boy was going to be mine.
The boy bit into one of my pillows as his ass squeezed around my dick and his own shaft swung between his legs, slapping against his stomach as it begged for attention. My white orbs smacked against his black ones, those massive black stones dwarfing my snowy balls. It just made fucking him all the sweeter. I could feel his orgasm building, and I smirked. I leaned across his back, and kissed between his shoulder blades.
"Don't hold back, puppy. I want to feel you cum from my dick fucking you. I want to feel you squirt just from giving you the thing you've always wanted. A good dicking. Come on, just let go and let that load spill from you," I said.
I heard him whimper with need again, slowly humping forward as I kept breeding his ass. His massive dick throbbing in the air until finally, he came. What I could only describe as a bucket of cum began to shoot from him. He howled at the top of his lungs as that massive organ emptied onto my sheets. I felt his ass squeeze down onto my dick, every pulse of his cock beginning to milk mine. My balls started to pull up close to my body, and my tail lashed out behind me.
"Arrg! Here comes your first load, pup!" I growled as I started to cum into him, my thrusts getting erratic as I rode out the heavenly wave of an orgasm. I hadn't cum that hard in a long time, and his needy rump took it all, not spilling a single drop as I emptied into him. I laid on top of him, panting as I tried to recover. I nuzzled between his muscular shoulder blades and rubbed his sides. It was clear he needed to do the same. I finally pulled out of him, his rump not spilling a single drop as I pulled out. He was still so tight. I had him get up and I pulled off the top sheet he'd drenched in cum, next time I'll put a towel under him or a condom over his dick.
I crawled onto the bed, and patted the spot next to me. He crawled up, but seemed to put himself as far away as me as possible. I could feel his nervousness again, and I decided to fix that. I grabbed him, rolled him onto his side, and then hugged him so that his back was pressed against my chest and my arms were wrapped around him. I couldn't see it, but I could tell the blush on his face was intense. I must have looked like a jetpack on that massive frame, but my sheath felt good pressed into his ass, so that's all that mattered.
"Goodnight, pup." I said with a yawn.
"Goodnight, sir." He replied softly.
I saw his dreams that night, and they were of his happy memories. Everything that he held dear played before my eyes, and to my surprise the two of us laying in bed, me holding him, was the happiest of all. I could feel the joy radiating off that memory, I seemed to have made one of his greatest dreams come true, and it made me feel so good. I squeezed him in my sleep, and then the link broke as I drifted into dreams of my own.
Six months later.
I had to break into the coroner's office, and have him fudge some documents. As far as anyone was concerned, Coleson Wolfsman was dead, he'd died in the fire along with his father. I'd spotted some BSA folks sniffing around town for a few weeks, but when the trail went cold, they vanished. They must have chalked it up to some experiment and let it go. Still, I'd need to move out this summer. I'd go now, but it'd look off if I vanished during the school year.
I wasn't able to let Coleson out the first few weeks as I patched his memories and built new ones. He was too raw. The wrong thing could have triggered him and undone hours of work. Besides, Coleson Wolfsman was dead. He couldn't be walking around. Thankfully, as a former supercriminal, I have friends that make it easy for folks to disappear into a crowd. Techomancer forged him some new documents, he was now Keller West as far as the world was concerned. He even managed to set him up with a Facebook that was filled with fake photos and friends that matched up with the memories I'd been creating for him. I did feel a little weird crafting an entire life for someone, but it is what he wanted. I'm just here to help.
Another friend of mine, Cmyk, changed his fur pattern. He went from an all black wolf, to one with a stripe of white down his face, that ended in a pink nose, and who had a soft white underbelly. I had her leave his crotch alone though, it looked better like that. I also had her give him a white tail tip, just because. His eyes also went from green to blue, they looked better with that new streak of white next to them. It was amazing how folks don't even notice someone if you change up their fur too much. I feel bad for the species who have to go through plastic surgery for a new face instead of a bottle of dye. And, Cmyk's changes are permanent, thankfully.
The change was amazing. He'd gone from this sad brooding pup, to a happy young man. I enjoyed just listening to him talk, his whole outlook on life having changed since I helped make the bad parts go away. I'd replaced Dr. Hamsire with his father, stealing some scenes from movies and creating as close to a happy childhood that I could. He knew his parents were supers, but instead of dying that day they'd retired to focus on him. I did have to fold in their deaths, but he thought they'd died after he'd turned 18 when they'd tried to save Boom Lab from the particle accelerator that blew up last year. I even bought some graves with fake headstones to make it more permanent and real. To him, it was real after all. It needed to stay that way if the memories were going to set.
Besides, his life couldn't all be sunshine and roses, it needed to have some bad. But, a healthy dose, not the torture he endured. I threw in some bullies, but also some friends, though, the friends were the children of fellow ex-criminals who were okay with going along with the story. A few even gave their consent to have me make it real for them as well, by implanting a few memories in their heads. It was strange, folks that should have hated anything Colossus had spawned, were more than willing to help him out. Maybe, in a way, all that truth and justice crap he'd always spew rubbed off on us a bit.
As for us? I weaved a little chain of memories about how he'd met me after his parents died, and just before he sold their house. We met online in a chatroom, where he divulged all his deepest and darkest desires to me. I weaved the memory into me popping his cherry into the first time we met, editing out some bits, but it stayed mostly the same. I also made sure he knew about my powers, and that I knew about his.
I originally just wanted us to be fuck buddies, but after spending so much time inside someone's mind like that, it creates a connection that's hard to break. I felt as much of a part of him as he is of me now. He went from the wolf I was helping, to someone that was mine and I was his.
I heard the door open, and he walked in carrying the bag from the community college I enrolled him in. I also started him on a degree in computer science. I was already in there, it was easy just to upload the memories I have of how to code, manage a database, and kick HTML's ass. He'd have to transfer for the next semester when we moved, but I wanted him to be able to go out and make friends on his own.
"Hey hun, how was class?" I asked from the living room.
"Oh it was great! I'm getting HTML and java super easy, it's like I already know it. My professor was blown away by my project. I also met this really cute bear, he was totally checking me out during class," he said. He placed his book bag down, and threw his keys into the bowl.
"Sounds like we have a threesome in our future," I said with a little chuckle.
"Well... uh, maybe just a new friend for now," he responded.
I looked over the back of the couch, and smiled as I saw his blush. I stood up, I was completely naked, and a leather collar rested in my hand. I saw his pants tent as soon as he saw him. I was hard, I had been for a while as I waited for him to come home.
"Now be a good boy," I said while gesturing to the hard cock between my legs.
He began stripping off his clothes, trying to get them off as quickly as possible, his tail wagging. His dick throbbed above his sheath as he kneeled in front of me. I checked over the collar Techomancer had made. It was like the device I'd put on him that first night, but in a kinkier form. It was that bright red, just like in his dreams. I reached down and clasped that collar around his neck. His powers faded and he just became normal, he was still strong, but not a super. His mindset changed too, I could hear his thoughts turn off, and he went back to a blank slate just like that first night. The only things that came from his mind were feelings, like the one of joy he had right now. I flicked the heart shaped tags, smiling as I read.
"Colossal, property of Mind Over".
His skilled muzzle slipped down over my shaft, and I ran a finger along the new white brim of his muzzle. Maybe it was a little evil to leave that trigger in to make him a needy empty brained puppy. But hey, I am still a BadGuy, just not a bad guy. I gotta have a little fun...
The End