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* * (Perspective change, Jake Travis) * *

I sat on the ratty old couch, looking at my mother. She was looking at the barren wall, as if expecting the cracks and the stains to give her some sort of answer.

"Mom, you're okay now, right?" I ask, worried about her. "Don't worry, you have Hank now, right?"

"Mhmm." She says almost robotically, still staring at the wall.

"You know . . . you'll always have me to rely on." I say, putting a hand on her arm gently. She didn't shrug it off, but she didn't acknowledge it either. It was as if she couldn't feel anything anymore.

"Honey . . . you deserve so much better than this." She says, looking at me and smiling sadly. "I'm sorry I can't be the one to love you."

"What are you talking about? I know you love me, mom. You even said that once you find someone to lean on . . . you would have more time for me." I say, smiling hopefully.

"Oh, honey . . ." she says, taking my hand. "Listen to me. Everyone has a breaking point, Jake. After that point, we can only stay if someone is willing to hold on to us. You were that person, Jake. But I can't bear to make you hold onto me anymore."

"What do you mean, mom?" I ask, gripping her hand tightly.

"I mean . . . that . . . I'm going to clean up my act. I'm going to finally be the mother you really deserve." She says, smiling.

"Really? You'll even go to one of my plays?" I ask

"Mhmm." She says, smiling. "But I just have to go out for a bit, but I'll be back soon."

"Oh, hey, can we have those special chocolate chip pancakes you used to make?"

"For dinner?" I look at her pleadingly. ". . . Of course." She walks over and grabs her favorite coat, opening the door. "Jake . . . I love you." she says, looking back before she closes it.

. . . Looking back on it now . . . I suppose I was the thing keeping her anchored . . . but she was way past her breaking point. And I guess with Hank . . . there was someone to look after me.

But the thing I remember most about that day . . .

That was the day she jumped.

* * (Fifth movement, Discord) * *

* * (Perspective change, Trenton Anael) * *

"Good evening, student council members and disciplinary committee faculty." I say at the large podium. "Now, I have noticed that there are a few flaws with the school rules, as well as very serious issues that we must deal with. The simplest way I see of remedying this problem is to change one of the numerous rules in our '100 Commandments'. Rule 87, all sexual deviants must be turned into the student disciplinary committee will be changed. Now, the rule is that anyone harassing another person based on their sexuality, meaning if the person is gay, straight, bi, or even asexual, will be punished by the student disciplinary committee according to severity. I apply my authority as the head of the student council president to create the rule, and approve of it using the authority I have as the head of the disciplinary committee."

Silence. I was waiting for the first person to break, unleashing the storm.

". . ."

". . ."

". . . What?" And that was the straw that broke the camel's back. A flood of questions are thrown at me.

"Why the sudden change of heart?"

"What, are you siding with the gays?"

"Does this mean that you're gay?"

"Blasphemy! Changing the rules?!"

"Oh lord, why?!"

"Can he really do all that?"

"Knew he was a fag."

" Silence!" I command, making the whole room suddenly freeze. "Look at all of you! In our present day society, we should be able to understand that being gay isn't some kind of choice, or something we can prohibit by law!"

"But it's not explicitly prohibited by law!"

"I just got finished explaining that it was only applied to that kind of scenario! It wasn't specifically mentioned, but it was painfully obvious in practice." I point out. "So I just adjusted the rules so that peace could be best kept!"

"But that doesn't have to mean helping out fags!"

"People, what do you have against homosexuality?!" I shout out.

"They're disgusting!"

"They do it in the butt!"

"The bible says-"

"Since when does anyone listen to the bible here, what about lesbians, and they're humans like you, so you're insulting everyone." I say, trying to argue with all of them at once. "Can one person actually tell me a legitimate reason that gay people should be punished?"

" . . . I can." A person from the far back of the room says, standing up. He was a rodent class werebeast. "In our present day society, we of the elite have a duty to all our fellow humans to reproduce and spread our enhanced genes to everyone else. Gay people can't do that, so they shouldn't be with us elite."

"Yeah, that's right."

"He's got a point."

I grit my teeth. From now on, it was just me and him, with everyone else backing him up. "We are not elite in any way if we actually think like that, and there are other ways to reproduce."

"Oh really? Do tell." He says, smirking.

"Sperm banks, egg freezing, and there have been events of lesbian couples and gay couples getting help to have a baby."

"Wrong, it's not natural."

"Like we're 'all natural'? May I remind everyone here that the reason they're all werebeasts are due to human experimentation. And besides, with sperm banks and egg freezing, you can get doctor help to get the best possible genetic outcome for your child, by pairing up certain eggs and sperm."

"That's genetic racism, Mr. President." He retorts.

"And how exactly is that better than your sexuality racism?" I ask. He freezes, making me smirk. "Besides, what I meant was that with sperm donation and egg donation, you can get the best possible genetic outcome for your children, but that doesn't denote their actual ability in life. That's up to the parent, but the parent must be both kind and understanding, but bigots can't go the full way in that sense."

"But-"

"Furthermore, doesn't that go with your original statement? We're trying to make a society of elite by spreading our genes, correct? So if gay people have to donate their genetic info to have kids, then they would be able to utilize this system much more than us. So in a sense . . . they're actually benefiting us more than the straight people, right?"

They all glance around, confused and seeking an answer.

"No! That's not right!" he shouts.

"Prove it. How is it not right?" I ask, glaring at him.

"W-Well . . . it's just . . . n-not-"

"You're stuttering too much, you're just trying to stall. So if that's the best argument you can give, I stand by my decision. Come and try to argue with me any time you want. But I can guarantee that you will never win. Trust me everyone. With this, we are one step closer to the perfect society that we all want. By accepting everyone as they are, we can finally come closer together." I smile at them, and they look at me back. Some confused, some thankful, and others smiling determinedly. Looks like the plan worked. "That will be all. May all our fates intertwine into the tapestry of life."

They all raise their hands. "May they intertwine." They say, some more bitter than others.

* * * *

"What happened? Are you okay? Did they say anything bad?" Jake asks, pelting me with questions.

"Jake, honey, please stop. The plan went perfectly, just like we thought." I say, pulling him into a hug and kissing him on the forehead. I was back in my room now, so I didn't have to worry about prying eyes trying to sneak a peek. "Now let's relax for a good days work."

"Okay hun . . . but I'm still worried." He says, hugging me tightly. "I don't want to be the reason something bad happens to you."

"Jake, look at me." I say, putting my paws on either side of his muzzle and making him look at me. "I'm a big boy now, and I can handle a little roughness. Besides . . . for you I'd go to Hell and back."

He blushes, trying to look away. "Stop trying to smooth talk me, Trenton." He says, shakily.

"What do you mean? Every word I say about you is true." I say, leaning in and lightly growling into his ear. "Every word, like how you're so beautiful, even more than a rising sun. Your fur, as soft as velvet, and your voice like liquid moonlight . . . and you're totally getting hard on this!"

He blushes, breaking from my grasp. "N-No I'm not!" he says, covering his obvious bulge.

"I guess I know why you like Shakespeare so much now." I tease. "But really. I mean every word."

" . . . Sh-Shut up." He says, looking away, his ears still burning red. I walk up to him from behind and hug him firmly, taking in that wonderful scent of his. ". . . It scares me, you know, having someone else I care about so much."

"Why's that, love?" I ask, paws running over his chest gently.

"Because . . . it means that I might lose them." he says, placing a paw over my hand and firmly squeezing it.

"Well then, I'll just have to make sure you'll never lose me." I say, biting his ear softly. "Don't worry . . . I promise you no matter what, I'll always be here to protect and love you with all of my being. Even if the sun fades, the moon dies, and the stars fall. I'll always be there."

He squeezes my paw again. "You shouldn't make promises you can't keep." He says, voice shaking like a leaf in the wind.

"I didn't." I whisper, pulling him down into bed with me. No sex right now, just cuddling. I know today of all days must be hard on him. After weeks of strenuous rehearsal, we're finally going to try to pull off the play. We've done great in practice, and even in costume, but it was still stressful. Not only that, but . . . today was the day of his mother's death. He said he had wanted to give her a performance that'll rock her afterlife, so it was easy enough to pull off. But I'm worried he's bitten off more than he can chew.

"We're gonna end everything today, right?" he asks, snuggling back against me.

"Yeah." I say, holding him against me, so I could feel our hearts beating in synchronicity. It's oddly poetic, if you think about it, the beating of two lover's hearts. They make a symphony from a drumming pulse, converging and synchronizing in every way possible. In a way, his heart was made for me, just as much as mine was made for him.

If there really was a God up there, then I'd only thank him for three things that he ever did for me.

Giving me the life I wanted to spend with Jake.

Giving me the emotion so I could love him with all my being.

Giving me the heart that held strength and justice, so I could always protect him.

"C'mon, let's eat something." Jake says, getting up and walking to the kitchen. "We've got a lot of time before we have to get to the theatre for call time."

"What's that smell?" I ask as he opens the fridge, letting out a delicious aroma.

"Chocolate pancakes, a special family recipe." He says, winking at me.

"Mmm, sounds sweet." I say. "But not as sweet as you, of course."

"What's with the poetry talk, Trenton?" He asks, curious.

"Just kind of feel like it. You know what they say, get every word out as if that was the last one."

"Well stop being so damn mushy-mushy. I like it, but I still enjoy casually talking to you." he says, heating up a large pan and mixing up the delicious smelling pancake batter. "Besides, I don't want to have to think up a poem every time I want to talk to you."

"Okay, okay, I get it. How about this . . . *clearing throat* . . . damn boy, you got a fine ass there!"

"Stop!" he says, laughing. I join in, hugging him again. "Just talk normal, like how we always talk.

"If you say so." I say, nuzzling him. "You know . . . I think I know something that'll make these pancakes a lot sweeter . . ." my paws trail down from his flat stomach, slowly roaming down his slim body until I get to his crotch, currently hiding a sizable bulge in his pants.

"T-Trenton . . ." he says, trying to resist, but sadly failing. I slowly pull down his pants, letting his cock flop out. "P-Please . . . be gentle." He says, trembling, but out of lust.

I take in a deep breath, growling at his scent. He was so damned horny right now. "Be gentle? If I recall correctly, you like it pretty rough." I growl out, letting his pants fall to the ground. I take his paws into my own, setting them down on the kitchen counter. "But if you want something more 'gentle', then who am I not to oblige? Of course . . . that's only if you be a good puppy."

I move one paw onto his cock, rubbing and tugging on every inch, growling at every moan of his, encouraging him to get louder if he wanted to. I move my other hand to his ass, groping and rubbing his round, firm cheeks in my paw. He groans, shooting a bit of pre right into the bowl. I take it a step further, taking my index finger and shoving it into his well train tail hole. I shiver, feeling the cum from last night still in him, making it a great lube.

"You dirty pup, you still have it in you?" I ask him, thrusting my finger right into his prostate. I finger him slowly, pressing down on all of his favorite spots, making him shudder in pleasure.

"I-I can't help it." he groans out, trying to control himself. I add a second finger. "Ahh!" I press deeper into him, jerking him off in time with my curious fingers, making him grip the counter hard. "I-I'm getting . . . c-close!"

"Do it . . . cum for me, Jake." I growl out, biting his ear softly. He groans, shooting out a hard jet of cum that goes flying over the bowl, the next few shots landing in after a bit of careful re-aiming. I squeeze his knot, pressing his prostate harder, making him almost scream in ecstasy as I milk him for every last drop, making sure that at least most of it lands in the batter.

I slip my fingers out of him, my other paw grabbing a whisk from nearby. I stuff the cum soaked fingers into his maw, him sucking on them diligently. He grabs the bowl with his free paws, holding it in place as I mix in his cum into the batter. I slip my fingers out of his maw, giving them a hard lick before going in for a sloppy kiss next.

"Okay, I've had my fun, now we can make the pancakes." I say, leaning away from him as he bends over and pulls his pants up. I grin as I see his tight pucker, wanting to just pounce on it.

"Should we even eat these anymore? I mean they have my cum in them!" he says, legs wobbly.

"I'm sure it'll be fine." I say, taking the bowl from him and starting on the pancakes. "Don't worry about it, I'm sure it'll be really sweet now."

In a few minutes, we finish the pancakes and set the table. "I'm still not sure about this." Jake says, looking at the pancakes suspiciously.

"C'mon, we've done worse. Like the time you made me fuck you with a condom, then let you drink three cum loads at once from it." he blushes. "Or the time I ate my cum from your ass." He fidgets, clearly remembering that. "And how about the time when we kept-"

"P-Point taken!" He says, taking a pancake and eating it. His face lights up, and I take a pancake for myself.

I quickly take a large bite, murring happily. It was nice and fluffy, and the chocolate chips melted in your mouth, but the best part had to be the subtle sweet taste, and the kind of thick, salty feel it left on my tongue. I smirk at him, and he blushes.

"Well . . . I guess now we have our own little recipe for making pancakes." I say. We both laugh. I could feel my heart flutter. I loved that laugh. I knew I'd gladly do anything to protect it.

* * (Perspective change, Barum Anael) * *

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Anael, I-I-I tried to beat him, b-but-"

"It is nothing, my son." I say, smiling warmly at him. His face brightens. I disgusts me sometimes on how easily I can manipulate these fools, much like how I convinced so many that being gay was a crime against humanity. I even managed to convince everyone that they were actually "special" and "important".

Disgusting.

"Still, Sir, I'm sorry." He says, bowing his head even lower. "I should have tried harder."

And he should have, the useless little rat. "Do not fear, my son, I have planned for such an event. We are, after all, going after what I call my 'son'. He was such a disappointment, but you aren't the same, aren't you?"

"N-No sir!" he says, tail wagging as if he was a little bitch.

"Good, I knew I could count on you." I say, ruffling his hair. Over the years, I've found it easier to manipulate people if you build a familial relationship. Not just a servant to a king, or a slave to a master, but a son to a father. "Now . . . you trust me, don't you?"

"Of course!" he says

"Good, good, good . . . my boy, do you like Shakespeare?"

* * (Perspective change, Trenton Aanel) * *

"Places, everyone, places!" Jake shouts out, struggling to get his own costume on. He was in his human form, we all were, actually. It was a bit strange to see everyone in that kind of state, but it was a pretty big eye opener. They were the same weight and height and body type, but I could barely recognize them on sight alone. I wasn't even sure if Jake could recognize me.

"Hey Trenton, need help with your costume?" One of the stage crew girls asks, but to Daniel.

"Tracy, get your head in the game, that's Daniel!" Jake says, frantically trying to make sure everything's in order. "Dennis, all the props ready?"

"Aye aye, Captain!" he says, saluting. I would have thought he was trying to be insulting, but he's probably like that all the time. "All sails ready on the poop deck!" . . . This is the lynch pin holding the 9 districts together . . . I fear for our future.

"Trenton, help me with my dress zipper?" Jake asks. I zip in up all nice and tight as he holds his hair out of the way. "Still funny to see you in a human form. But I do like the short hair style."

"Thanks." I say, finishing up. "You look great, Jake."

"I know." He says, smirking. He claps his hands to get everybody's' attention. "Alright, people, this is what we've been rehearsing for! Now I want you all get out there on that stage and show them what you're made of!"

They all cheer and clap, a few throwing their hands up into the air out of sheer joy. This is what they've been working for, after all.

"Alright, now let's get going!" I shout out!

Snap*

Clang*

Thud*

Screams of terror*

"Jake!" I shout out, holding him close to me. He was just inches away from having a sand bag crush his head. "What the hell just happened, Dennis?!"

"Sorry!" he shouts out from above. "I was just working with the props and getting the final touches."

"Just try to be more careful." I say, holding him close. But it was strange. This theatre shouldn't have had sand bags . . . and just for a second . . . I could smell someone else.

* * (Perspective change, Dennis Hua) * *

I focus on it, the coated figure trying to hide. Damn it, this is going a bit far, don't cha think, Barum? I look down, they were getting ready. Welp, it looks like this play's behind the scenes are gonna get a lot more interesting.

I see him run across the bars and bridges, moving as if he was a phantom. That must've been his personal skill, silent movement. Cool, but not the first time I've encountered "Unknown". To be able to disappear from notice. Not perfect disappearance, but in a way, better. Because it becomes impossible to focus on them.

"But I've seen it once . . . that will be your downfall." I say to myself dramatically. The counter to this skill . . . is "Second Sight", a personal skill that allows me to see the energy radiating from a person, like heat vision, but different. I can't focus on them, but I can see the energy radiating off from them. Best part is that I can see through solid matter, and even filter out the energy that's from the building.

The introduction was starting, I had to move fast. I run, jump, and swing from place to place, keeping an eye out for our little saboteur while getting the props ready. It was mostly automated, so I didn't have to worry much. I see him lift what looks like a sand bag over his shoulder. He was on one of the metal bridges, right over the narrator. I had to move fast.

I take a coin out of my pocket, flicking it towards him. It misses and hits a metal pole behind him, just as planned. He turns, putting the sand bag on the floor and stepping away to make sure no one was there.

I rush over, hiding my presence with "Unknown", as well as lugging a heavy bag just like what he had. Believe it or not, I actually planned for this to happen. I take his bag, replacing it with my own and attaching a nearly invisible thread to the top.

The thread was the same material holding this building together. "Silverado's Miracle". A metal strong enough that a single thread could easily hold ten tons. I hear him coming back, so I quickly make my getaway.

He gets to the sand bag, and I have to hold a hand over my mouth to keep from snickering. He hangs it over the edge, and finally drops it, just as the narrator is finishing up the intro.

The Silverado wire stops it before it drops below the point where anyone can see it, but the perforated tear in the bag finally breaks, letting out a shower of glitter. I press a button on a small remote in my pocket, activating a fan.

The stage is filled with a rain of magical sparkles as we close the curtains to prepare the stage for scene one, making the audience gasp and the classic "oohs" and "aaahs".

I break out into hysterical laughter, using "Private Talks" (a skill that makes it so no one can hear me if they're greater than X meters away) to make sure that no one could hear me. I look over to him, and he looks at me. I swing over to him while he's still processing and stand in front of him.

"And who might you be?" he freezes, clearly shocked and unable to think of what he should do next.

"I-I'm-"

"Wait, let me guess, the phantom of the opera?" I ask, gesturing to his phantom of the opera mask. "Well, if you are, then good luck. Cause you're playing against me, now."

He growls, taking out some little ball and throwing it on the ground, making smoke puff out. I could catch him . . . but it's no fun that way. I climb onto the fence and jump down, landing with a loud thud. After all, I have a stage to set up.

Using motors, ropes, and sheer manly manliness (haha, yeah right), I get the stage set up. I take out my head set and strap it on. "This is 'End' to 'Juliet', do you copy? Over."

"I copy, 'End'. Over." Jake says through the head set.

"Stage is set for your beautiful death. Over."

"Good. Oh, and did our 'Special Guest' arrive like we predicted? Over."

"No, he had to send in someone else to record it for him. Over." I say, looking up and noticing the "Phantom" was getting into a bit more mischief.

"Ah, well give him our best hospitality, 'End'. Over."

"Roger that, 'Juliet'. Let's make this a 'Beautiful End'. Over." I say, taking off my head set and putting it back on the table. Ever tried wearing a headset designed for humans over tiger ears? It's annoying, so I try to avoid it whenever possible. And I'm not spending fucking four fifty for one custom fit for felines.

I climb up one of the larger props, getting up to the metal bridges. Honestly, I don't know much about theatre, so I don't know what this is called. Even in rehearsal, all I learned was the timing for everything and the how it all worked.

I take out the remote, flicking a switch and making the curtains part. I take out my phone, pulling up my app and adjusting the lights. You just gotta love phones. Especially the texting. Just absolutely fan-fucking-tastic.

"Now if I was trying to sabotage 'Romeo and Juliet', (most likely) under orders from Barum, where would I go?" I ask myself. I start climbing and jumping. Sometimes I think I should have been a monkey instead of a tiger, but I'm not complaining. Hell no.

I get to light number 6 and notice that our little "Phantom" is already here. I stand back for a bit, wondering what he was trying to do. He pulls out a pair of scissors, immediately trying to cut through the cables powering the light.

I take out a piece of paper and scribble down a note on it as he tries his best to cut through the thick cables. He growls in frustration by the time I finish my little paper air plane. I throw it at him, watching as it does fancy loop de loops before hitting him on the head. He turns around, picking it up from the ground and unfolds it.

He turns towards the light again, growling and crumpling up the piece of paper, which read "Did you really think I wouldn't strengthen the lighting cables?"

He pulls out a wrench, raising it up in the air. Now, there are a few problems with this. For one, if he managed to break it, he would get electrocuted. For another, he would be making really loud noises, which would annoy Jake. I grumble to myself, taking out a small hook attached to Silverado thread. I make a small lasso, throwing it at the wrench and ensnaring it. I pull it out of his hand as he tries to swing it down, confusing him greatly.

I pull out my phone, changing the lights in accordance to the scene and making sure that everything was in place. So far so good. I see him climb down a rope and into the back stage, me following right behind his tail, but I'm sure he didn't notice me or anything.

He gets to the fuse box and tries to open it. Too bad it's locked.

"What the fuck?! This isn't supposed to be locked . . ."

That's because I knew at one point this might happened.

You see, I have this strange quirk about me. I spend every single moment of my life imagining every possible scenario in an event in the present or future and plan accordingly depending on the actual likeliness of it happening. You might find it ridiculous, you might even call it being intensely and dangerously paranoid, and if you're brave, you'll call it crazy.

But sanity was boring anyway. But that's why I love these kinds of games. Try and try all you want, I dare you. But I've thought of every possible scenario, every possible failure. Hell, I've even planned for the failure itself! So surprise me . . . but only one person has ever done that.

He runs up to the metal bridge again, holding what looks like a handful of those smoke bombs. I pull out my phone, pressing a few buttons. He throws the bombs down, only to have them hit a moving metal sheet.

I hit a few more buttons, making it go with the shift of scenes. The curtains close briefly, giving me time to set the stage up for the next part. I move around the props with the help of a few others, setting up a few more tricks for our guest as I run along. I smile deviously. It's been a while since I've had the pleasure of using myself as a pawn on someone else's game board.

How long has it been? Four years now, I think. Well, there have been small things down in central, but nothing like being completely out of my element like this.

I swing up to a metal bridge as the lights position themselves. This was the balcony scene. Everything was moving a lot faster than I thought.

I glance down towards the back stage and notice that the phantom was headed to what I would assume was the dressing rooms. Oh dear, it looks like I haven't done enough to please our special guest.

I quickly start to tail him, wondering what he was planning to do next.

I step inside the unisex dressing room (I made it unisex so that Jake could slip into the costume without any awkward stares), noticing first that our phantom was the only one in there at the moment. I slip in unnoticed, simply watching him for now.

He pulls out a can of spray paint, shaking it. He aims it towards the costumes. The ones that I made, mind you. He starts spraying, but the paint simply starts to condense into beads on the clothes, right before rolling off and onto the ground.

"You'll have to try harder than that." I say, making his head snap back towards me. Even through the mask, I could tell that he was scared. "I personally made those costumes, so you should assume that I've made them stain proof, fire proof, and tear proof. The same can be said of all the props on the set."

He growls, taking out yet another smoke bomb and throwing it down, using it to make his escape.

I quickly follow him as he simply tries to go around and screw things up rather sloppily.

He tries to knock things over, but I catch them in time. He tries to mess with the stage crew, but I send them off away from him on another job before he can reach them.

He looks around, trying to find something that'll work.

"Why are you trying so hard, anyway?" I ask him.

"Because he asked me to!" he shouts out, climbing up to the metal bridge and taking out a screw driver. He tries to find the places where the metal poles and metal cables secured the bridge to the roof, only to find the metal plates I had welded onto them.

"So you're his pawn?" I ask, wondering if this was really the best he could do.

"No . . . I'm the distraction." He says, taking off his mask and smirking. "Mr. Anael knew you would notice me, and he also knew you would follow me around blindly. Whatever I could pull off was just bonus . . . but there were others who were pulling off the real mission."

My eyes go wide. "No . . . what did you do?"

"C4 . . . on every single support beam holding all this metal up. Now, you have enough time to evacuate the people in the audience and on the stage, but I'm afraid that the only way that the bombs aren't going off this instant is if you take Jake back to Central with you. Immediately."

"C4? Are you crazy?!" I shout out. He smirks.

"Well, it seems as this is check mate."

"Check mate? With C4?! That's awesome! Now the stakes are really high!" I say, smiling toothily with my head drawn back. I imagine I looked rather crazy and depraved. "Can't believe you fell for the whole 'oh my god you put c4 in the building' act."

"H-Hey, we're talking real life explosives! This is no laughing matter! They're set it go off in ten minutes unless I give the signal to have them explode now!"

I take out a pair of cuffs from my pocket, throwing them at him with skillful practice, cuffing his wrist to the metal bar he was next to. "Wh-What the fuck?!"

"It's good to have a boyfriend who's a cop." I say, strolling over to him.

"Stop! Not a step further or I'll give the signal!"

"Really? Look where we are. You'll die too if you give it now."

"I'm willing to die if it's for him and his cause!" he shouts out defiantly.

"But is he willing to die for you?" I ask him. He flinches. "Is he even willing to die for his own cause? If so, why isn't he helping you right now?"

"He doesn't need to get his hands dirty." He says timidly.

I stand tall in front of him, glaring him down. "Trust me, boy. You have no idea how dirty his hands already are." I tap his forehead, and he shivers, but only a second before he balls his fists up and shouts to the top of his lungs. "OUR FATES CAN NO LONGER INTERTWINE!!!"

. . . A few moments pass, but nothing changes. He shouts it again, and again, and again. "Wh-What did you do to me?!" he screams in horror.

"I'm not exactly sure what you're saying, because I can hardly focus on you. But I assume you're wondering what I did to you. It's a personal skill of mine, 'Overdrive Evolution'. It allows me to strengthen any other personal skill as long as it's someone else's. Your personal skill was 'Unknown', so I just enhanced the effects. No one can notice you now. Don't worry, it'll only last for the next ten minutes."

"No! Take it off! I don't want this! Please!" he shouts out. I don't respond, because I couldn't really remember what he had said. "Please . . . he saved me from being alone . . . why are you even going so far for that mutt?"

I scratch the back of my head. "Crap . . . you're probably saying right now how he saved you from being taken over by your powers, and seeing what they are, I'm pretty sure it was your worst enemy when you were younger." He looks up, eyes wide and filled with tears. With the mask gone, all that was left now was a small brown mouse. "Maybe now you're questioning why I'm helping Jake. Well . . . I wanted Vernola to be the place where fate has no home. Where misfortune may be a means to an end, but there will always be a happy ending."

I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. "You know, Jake wanted to do the show tonight in honor of his late mother. How could I live with myself if I let a few bombs stop them now that they're in so far?"

I imagine it, where they would place each bomb. No, where _Barum_would place each bomb. "Through the Looking Glass . . ." I whisper out. (a skill that allows me to see through another person's perspective)

My eyes snap open, and I can see it clearly now. 12 in total, all along metal joints positioned evenly over stage. I run along the bridge, taking some rope and swinging to the underside. I hang from the bottom, dangling by a rope hastily tied around my waist, facing one of the twelve bombs they've set.

Using my claws, I carefully take apart the bomb, defusing it as quickly and safely as possible. I place the disassembled parts gently in my coat pocket and climb back up. I reach the next point, a large metal pole holding up the frame work for the lighting. There were five total just along the lights.

8: 34

I reach the first bomb, slowly unraveling it. I stay calm, keeping my breathing cool. This was just like a puzzle. It had a way it should be done, and it would be very disappointing if I didn't get it on the first try. Done.

8: 05

I get to the next one, but it's in a very hard to reach spot. I reach foreword with my right paw, slowly working it like that. After all, what kind of puzzle would it be if I didn't have trouble, hahahahaha . . . damn it I'm sweating like a pig. Fun fact, pigs don't sweat, they have to cool themselves with mud.

7: 30

3 down. I reach the fourth easily, taking it apart. I glance down toward the stage, noticing that they were in the death scene. That's not really helping with what I'm doing right now.

7:10

Next one! I crawl over the scaffolding and reach the next bomb, defusing it just a bit frantically. Just a bit, don't worry.

6: 55

6: 31

5: 43

Four more to go. I look around, scanning the area again. I rush to the next bomb located on a large metal pole. Three were on it, making it rather convenient. They were all interlocked, so I had to go a lot slower, taking them apart gingerly. My body was burning. I've been using way too many of my personal skills continuously. I've been putting way too much effort into the rehearsals.

4: 28

"'Oh Dennis, you should really take a break or something.' 'What are you talking about, Hunter? I feel great!' Me and my big mouth . . ." I say as I disassemble the net of wiring that were these infuriating bombs!

3: 17

2: 05

I wipe the sweat off my forehead, running to the next bomb. It was in the exact center of the stage, over the bridge and off to the side near the floor of it.

This is it. The last bomb. I kneel down, ready to finally finish.

Bump-Bump*

I freeze, paw gripping my chest right over my heart. "Sh-Shit . . . not n-now." I fall to the floor, right in front of the bomb. Damn it . . . I've been overexerting myself, sure, but I didn't think that I'd have an attack now. I control my breathing, fighting through the pain. It wasn't anything immediately lethal anyway.

One minute left. Slowly, I take apart the bomb, hands shaking and vision blurring. Thirty seconds left, damn it, work!

. . . Five . . . four . . . three . . . two . . . o-

Clink*

I let out a sigh of relief. I did it. Every single one.

Bump-Bump*

I curl into a ball, gripping my chest in pain. Damn it . . . I have to get through this . . . I have to.

Clap*

Huh? I listen closer, hearing it faintly, my whole head heavy and my mind foggy. But I could hear it. Applause, cheering, a standing ovation. I look down, and see everyone bowing. I'm so happy. They did it, they really did it.

I look to Jake. He was crying, hugging Trenton and smiling like an idiot. I'm happy. Maybe with this . . . I'll be able to give them their "Happy End".

* * (Perspective change, Jake Travis) * *

We all bow proudly. We did it! Mom . . . I promised you, didn't I? You got to see it. I feel Trenton hold me close to him, and I was hugging back. I didn't care if they saw me, I was way too happy right now.

Soon, after what feels like an eternity of happiness, the curtains close. Everyone was leaving the stage, talking excitedly on how they did such a great job, and how they loved it so much.

"Hey there." Trenton says, putting a hand on my cheek. He looked strange in his human form. He looked just as great, but different. He had nice, tanned skin, and short cut black hair, streaked with grey all over. "You okay?"

"Mhmm." I say, jumping up and hugging him. "We did good."

"We did great." He says, holding me just as tight.

We break the embrace, just moving along with the flow. We get to the dressing room, taking off our costumes and make-up. I saw Dennis, I think, but he was sound asleep in a chair. He had a busy day, after all.

I couldn't stop smiling, especially when everyone cleared out of the dressing room and Trenton helped me undress. Of course, we didn't do anything inappropriate. Not yet at least.

"Hey, I got a text a little but ago, and I have to handle some last minute student government stuff, but I'll be done soon, so just get to the room before me, okay?" he says, cupping my cheeks with his hands. They were still calloused, even as a human. It was reassuring. I knew I would always be able to recognize these hands. "And just so you know . . . I'm gonna give my little pup a very special reward for working so hard these last few weeks."

I kiss him on the nose, giggling. I could only imagine what he was going to do. I turn around and rush off to the nearest door, tapping my key card to it and swinging it open, directly into our room.

I step inside, but I immediately sense something is terribly wrong. Now that I think of it . . . Dennis had handled our "unexpected guest" . . . but why hadn't our "special guest" arrive? I knew he was an arrogant bastard, but he isn't the type to leave a loose end or ease up on anything. And besides, he knew that Dennis was helping us, he should have planned accordingly.

Slam*

"Are the pieces starting to come together, mutt?" An elderly voice speaks out from behind me. I spin sharply and back away, facing the elderly Barum Anael. "You really planned well for this day . . . getting Dennis himself for your security, as well as giving him ample time to set up his defenses. You even manipulated him by telling him that this was the day your mother jumped, and spouting all that bull about wanting to give her a performance. I commend you for that."

I grit my teeth, but at the same time, my vision was getting blurry.

"What's wrong? Feeling a bit dizzy? Strange, you looked fine on stage, or at least as pathetic as usual."

"You really like to run your mouth, don't you old man?"

"Please don't refer to me as 'old man'. It has implications that you may be my son, or an in-law, and I don't even consider Trenton to be a son anymore." I grit my teeth and growl, despite still being in my human state. "Yes, he truly was just a failed project."

"You shut your . . .!" I say, or at least try to. I felt sick to my stomach, I could barely think. I fall to my knees, gripping the floor.

"It's true. I impregnated the best female in hopes of gaining an offspring with the needed traits to be my successor, or at least my puppet. You see, before I became an observer, I was one of the main directors in a large scientist firm. The Kuro Company, one of the two main companies that created the original werebeast experiments, the ones that turned you into the disgusting animal you are."

"Y-You . . ."

"What, nothing to say? Well, while I'm here, I might as well talk for a little bit. Some villainous gloating, perhaps?" he walks over and pulls out the chair from a desk and sits down right in front of me, even going as far as placing a foot right on me. "I have to say, you've given me quite the hard game to play. But this isn't some kitty hop scotch shit here, mutt. The stakes are higher than you can ever imagine."

My stomach turns and I heave, but I just barely manage to keep myself from vomiting everywhere. "Do you know why I'm doing all of this? Why I personally brainwashed an entire generation into thinking that not only gays were a disgrace, but that to survive, you must evolve and be superior? Why I gave everyone a sense of godliness? It was all . . . for a revolution. Dennis is a nice kid, sure, but he's too idealistic for my tastes."

"His dream is a place where everyone can be happy. But mine_is to create a _realistic world, where we forge our own destinies and stand above our human limitations. But I did enjoy our little battle of wits. But it was all for naught. Dennis was easily defeated. You see, he has a terrible heart condition. 70% of it is missing, completely ripped out of him. But he somehow managed to survive, his body taking muscles and tissue surrounding it and creating an artificial heart out of his very flesh."

"Wh-What?" I ask, unable to see straight now.

"That's right, he shouldn't be alive right now, in all honesty. But the men I sent in earlier were simply to wear him out. He's in a comatose state right now, and will be until about tomorrow when he'll be able to function again. I suppose you didn't expect that, did you?"

I weakly shake my head.

"Well, everyone has a story. His was that his family was riddled with disease. Death for him is as common as rain, or wind. But it never stopped hurting for him. Yes, he felt everything very strongly. Which is why when his love had a deathly heart disease, he tore out over half of his own and gave it to him. Sentimental drivel, if you ask me."

"S-So . . . what's (*groan*) . . . your story?"

"Hmm? You actually want to know? I suppose I can grant such a dying wish to you, mongrel. When I was a child, my family was burned alive in cold blood. I witnessed it as well. I don't really care now, but I suppose that's what sparked it all. I wanted to make sure that people had the strength to overcome their own sealed fate, more than my own family did."

I start to shake violently. I couldn't move my body anymore.

"Ah, I see my personal skill has finally taken its full effect. 'Discord'. That's my personal skill. It confuses people. First, it's with their balance, which is why you're flat on the ground. Next is the muscles." I try to move, but everything's all messed up. "Then after that . . . well, it's the organs. The signals sent from one part of the body to the other gets terribly muddled, even if it's the automatic signals like your heart pumping blood. Honestly, given some time, I could make it so that your heart pumps blood in the opposite direction! Now wouldn't that be exciting."

My eyes widen and I squirm a lot more, my pulse rising. "Hahaha, this is hilarious! I've always loved it. Sadistic of me, yes, but I can't help but love your suffering. It's not a bullet, it's not a poison, but it's me,my power. Sad to say, you'll be the first casualty of my coup' de ta. But don't worry, I'll make it looks like you died from suicide. I'm thinking jumping off the roof, like your mother did. It would be terribly poetic, and I know how much you like that kind of drama. It isn't too farfetched for you to have a heart attack right after you jumped anyway."

"Wh-Why . . ."

"Why what? Why am I doing all of this? Like I said . . . revolution. Nothing more, nothing less."

"You . . . are a fool." I say, growling up at him. He looks down and smiles crazily. "Because . . . you think we didn't plan for this either."

His eyes widen, and his smile disappears. Trenton appears behind him suddenly, taking his arms and pulling them behind him, snapping on special magnetic hand cuffs.

"What-What is the meaning of this?!" he shouts, trying to shake out of his son's grip. "Unhand me, you plebian! You fool! You worthless piece of-"

"Shut up, already. It won't work, Barum." I say, calmly standing up. I felt a bit light headed, but besides that I was okay. "C'mon, did you really think that your personal skill would stay a secret forever? I was just acting like it was working on me, or did you forget that _my_personal skill is 'Actor'?"

"B-But that's impossible! It should have worked!"

"Oh it did, but not on the scale that you were used to. You see, Dennis had already figured out your personal skill, as well as warn me. It was when we were talking a little while back, the time when he knew you were listening in on us. I believe it was the first day he started subbing. He had put a bit more emphasis on a few words than normal."

His eyes widen. " Irregular frequency. . . and more confusing."

"Wow, you're pretty smart, Barum. Yes, it was those words. From the very start, Dennis knew how your ability functioned. I believe you when you say that you can immobilize anyone and maybe even mess up the signals the brain sends to the organs. But there were two conditions that must be met before your ability could be activated. One, the victim must hear your voice, as that's the source. You speak at a strange frequency, and the messages sent from the ear to the brain messes it up, creating a sense of unbalance and vertigo, while not doing any direct action to cause it."

"But the second, is that you have to be a werebeast, or have sharp hearing to increase the effect." I say as Barum gets yanked out of the chair he was sitting in. "Only werebeasts who have improved hearing can actually take in the signals. It's why you made the teachers from the Politics class give a brief history and tell everyone that the plants can be deadly to humans. It makes them more prone to keep their werebeast forms, making your power far more effective. But what you didn't tell them was that in the werebeast process, we all got injections that make us immune to the negative effects of the plants."

"Yup, we were able to figure it all out, Barum." Trenton says. "You see, while the others were busy rehearsing, Dennis, Trenton, and I were planning our counter attack. The theatre didn't have much tech in it, so it was easy enough to disable the security cameras without your notice. We prepared for every possible event. The sky could have fallen and we would still be okay."

"Oh really?" Barum says, cockily. "I suppose I'll just have to do something far worse."

He opens his mouth and sends out a blood curdling shriek that shouldn't have even been possible. The lights flicker and the electronic cuffs disable for just a split second, giving him the time to shake them off.

We cover our ears in pain, and as we do, he slips past us, running for the door.

Slam*

"D-Damn it!" Trenton shouts. We both break into a run, opening the door right after him. We end up in the garden on the roof top. "Fuck, what's he planning?"

"Are you sure we're in the right place?"

"I'm sure of it. Even without my werebeast form, I still have my scenting ability. I can smell him."

"He's probably hiding to buy some time." I say as we walk along the path. We walk slowly and carefully, fully aware that the entrance was the only one in this place that could ever foster any hope of escape. "Let's go with the original plan, then."

"I can't believe how accurate Dennis got all this, though." Trenton says.

"I'd agree." Barum says, jumping out of the bush and stabbing Trenton in the side. He falls, clutching the bloody wound. As he's kneeling on the ground, Barum kicks him down for good measure.

"Trenton!" I shout out in horror.

"You realize this is all on you, yes?" Barum says, sneering at me. "But don't worry, I avoided any vital spots." He pulls out a gun. A silver revolver. "He'll get patched up soon enough, but I'll make sure that all the evidence leads to you. You know what, to get Trenton to start obeying me, I think I'll take you as a hostage as well!"

"You son of a-"

Click*

"Now now, Jake. I have a gun. But yes, I think that's what I'll do. My goodness, I'm so thrilled that all this is coming together."

" S-Stand down . . ." Trenton growls out.

"Are you really trying to order me? The biggest flaw of your ability is that it only affects people you have influence over. Hate, Love, Fear, Loyalty, Respect, any emotion really. But I feel nothing towards you. I never have."

He turns his head, smiling maniacally as if to simply gloat. Now's my chance. I run forward, shifting with each step and jump onto him. I grab on as he starts thrashing, digging my claws into his sides. I open my maw wide and bite down on his shoulder, making him scream in agony.

He brings a paw down on my head, smashing the gun into my skull. I clench down on my teeth as an explosion of pain bursts through me. Another strike, and another until I finally let go, falling flat on the flood.

"You insolent brat! You think you have any power?!" he shouts out in rage. I couldn't really understand. All I knew was the pain in my head and the small trickle of blood running down it. he aims his gun at my leg and shoots, making me scream in pain as I feel my leg get shot. "Hahaha! Bulls eye! I didn't think I could actually get it right on the spot! You know what, I'll just make an example of you to my disobedient son! Next I'll aim for the spot on your arm! Then your chest, then your head! I'll show you the true power of an elite, and I'll show you how you're too weak for my world! You can't defeat me! You can't defeat fate!"

He points his gun at me again, eyes wide as his smile, making me tremble in fear. He takes his aim and gets ready to shoot.

"Now let's see if I can get it right on the spot again."

"F . . . Fa . . ."

"Huh? What's that, Mutt?" He says, not even turning to Trenton. "Calling out to your dear father won't save him."

" . . . Fall." Trenton says firmly, standing up slowly, shifting into his wolf form. The only thing now, he had glowing green markings wrapping over his body like tribal tattoos. They flew across his skin, seeping into his fur in strange, sharp markings, right before glowing dark green. Tears were streaming down my face, the pain was too much.

"Again with that pitiful attempt?" he points the gun. "You'll never be able to save hi-"

He stops, freezing in his tracks as Trenton looks him dead in the eye. He looked murderous, gazing at him with nothing but absolute contempt and rage. Staring into those intense green eyes . . . even death himself would shiver in fear.

" Did you not hear me? I said FALL." Barum falls to the ground, flat on his chest, but still trying to grip the gun. " You said it didn't you? Fear was a way of influence. Now . . . point the gun at your head, father."

Trenton walks over, gazing down as Barum slowly aims the gun at his head. He was shaking in fear now, trembling as he quickly realized that his life was going to be ended very soon by his very own flesh and blood. In both senses of the term.

" Now . . . pu-"

** **"Stop!" I shout out, gripping his ankle.

" After what he did to you?!" he shouts, absolutely livid.

"Please . . . don't let him change you like this." I look up to him, tears still streaming down my face but for a different reason. "Please . . . I don't want him to take you away from me. I don't want that sorry excuse for a human to . . . to make you kill him. Even if he's scum . . . he's still a living thing. He's human, no matter how twisted. Don't let him make you end another person's life."

He looks down, wide eyed as I plead to him, and he bites his own lip. He turns back at Barum, growling. " Throw the gun away." Barum complies without a moment's hesitation. " Tomorrow . . . you will confess publically of what you've done tonight, your plans, and the crimes you've committed. If you omit any detail at all, no matter how small . . . take that gun and shoot yourself."

Barum looks up, wide eyed, but then hangs his head to the ground. "Yes . . . master." He whimpers out, pride completely broken by Trenton's own resolve.

Trenton looks to me, and tears stream down his face as well. He leans down, ignoring the shallow wound in the side and picks me up, carrying us away from Barum. Away from harm. Away from everything.

* * * *

"And that is the entirety of what I wanted to tell you all. Every detail revealed." Barum says. I smile and flip the TV off, choosing instead to just relax in the comfy bed. I look up to the ceiling, smiling happily. I think that riots were about to start, or at least a very heated debate. But there was the disciplinary committee just in case things got out of hand anyway.

"You feeling better, Jake?" Trenton asks, next to me, holding me close. "You should sleep some more . . ."

"No thanks, I'm feeling a lot better." I say, hugging him back. "Besides . . . I want my _very_special reward now."

Slap*

Slap*

Trenton and I yelp in pain, body's tensing up as we're both slapped in our wounded areas. Me on the leg, and him on the side.

"What the fuck did I tell you both?!" Dennis shouts, enraged. "If you are going to sleep in the same bed, you sleep! Did you think that your wounds would disappear without a trace?!"

"S-Sorry." We both say in unison.

He lets out an annoyed snort. "Well, you've both healed up beautifully, at the very least. Enough to want to fuck each other senseless, anyway." We both blush. How did he know? "Now come on, sit up. I'm giving you guys a final inspection."

Carefully, we both sit up, stripping off all our clothes before Dennis had the chance to. He takes my leg first, examining it carefully. I was shot in the calf, but luckily it missed my bone and passed right through.

He gives an approving hum and moves on to Trenton's wound. It was a shallow cut to the side, but the blade he used was dirty and could have led to infection, but he had thoroughly cleaned out the wound.

I still remember. We were trying to get to the nurse's office, but instead Trenton had taken us to the theatre. Dennis, still half asleep, sensed our distress somehow. He managed to help us into our room, despite his terrible condition. It was a bit blurry after that. I remember him using an ability of his by plunging his claws around our wounds, but it didn't hurt. In fact, it felt great, like a straight shot of adrenaline. And whatever he did, it worked. Our wounds had since completely closed up, only leaving behind the scarring.

But I still remembered how scared he looked. It was a bit surreal to see him so worried. After a while he was actually in the corner vomiting, paws shaking from all the blood that covered them.

They still rang strong in my head, Barum's words. "Death for him is as common as rain, or wind . . . . Which is why when his love had a deathly heart disease, he tore out over half of his own and gave it to him."

"So, how we lookin' doc?" Trenton asks as he continues to examine us.

"Everything is fine. The wounds have completely closed and scarred over, the tissue has totally sealed itself up, and all bleeding, both external and internal is nonexistent. They'll just be tender for a while. But now there's the next issue . . . these markings, Trenton."

"Hm? What about them?" He asks. It was a bit strange. Those markings had appeared last night, and had stayed ever since. "They aren't dangerous, right?"

"Dangerous? No. Honestly, it's a phenomena that's been happening with a select few people. The coming of these marks usually indicates that a person's personal skill or abnormality has grown exponentially in power. I was actually able to gather security footage . . . and I was shocked. Before, your power was limited to specific, simple commands that were done on impulse. But what you did to Barum . . . you gave him an incredibly complex order, while he was conscious, and even more so, he called you master! It implies that he actually understood what you were saying, and instead of impulsively obeying, he accepted the order mentally!"

"So . . . my abnormality changed?" He says, a bit confused.

"Yup!" Dennis says excitedly. "Now, this won't be the last change, I assure you. In fact, you'll probably feel a change in your physical state some time. I'll explain it later, but be aware that this, and I mean all of this, is far from over. Contact me as soon as you can if you feel any changes. For now . . . I'm going to look for a new observer."

He turns around, gathering all the tools that he had to bring together to treat us and steps out of the room, leaving just the two of us.

"So . . . you can give better commands now?" I ask, not sure if I got all of that.

"I guess so." Trenton says, smiling a bit. "I'm actually pretty happy."

"Why?" I ask.

"Well . . . I got stronger because I wanted to protect you . . . and in doing so, you protected me from becoming power crazy by stopping me from . . . you know."

"Hehe, I guess so." I say, leaning into him and nuzzling his chest. "But I have to say . . . I think the tattoos are pretty damn sexy."

He brings up his right arm, flexing it and showing off the dark green markings. "You really think so?" my tongue lolls out in a lop-sided smile as I crawl over, running my paws over his very well muscled arm. Was it just me, or did his arms get bigger?

I run my fingers along the markings. They were kind of blocky, a solid green line running from his back, over his shoulder, and right to the back of his hand, rectangles along the same direction next to them. It was the same for his other arm as well. They both ended in a circle, his left containing balance scales, while his right had a heart, surrounded by green spots. And I knew that on his back, they met right in the center of his shoulder blades, solid lines of green fanning out from a center circle, and in the circle, a green set of wings.

"Mmm, yeah, I think they just turned you into a 100 out of 10." I say, straddling his legs, hands running up and down his arms. He firmly grips my hips in his paws, bringing me closer. "Wow, horny already?"

"We just got the okay from a kind-of-doctor, so I don't see why not." He say, growling playfully. He brings me closer, locking our muzzles together as I grind my but into his groin, rubbing right against his hardening dick.

He stuffs his tongue into my muzzle, trying to get it down my throat. I moan a little, resisting the urge to gag as he actually successfully gets a bit of his tongue deep into me. I could feel him press his hardening shaft in between my cheeks, his dick leaking pre like a faucet.

I moan as I feel some of his pre hit my tail hole as it starts to liberally shoot out. "G-God, someone's a bit pent up." I say, breaking a kiss before he pulls me back into it.

"I can't help it . . . j-just can't get enough of you." he says. He pushes me off of him, only to jump onto me, grabbing my wrists and holding them to either side of my head. He leans in, touching his cold nose to my neck, inhaling deeply. "F-Fuck, you smell so good!" he humps his dick into my own, making me moan and writhe in place. He was shooting out pre like a fire hose now. It was almost just a steady stream of the stuff.

"Mm, fuck. You seem ready to pop, Trenton, you feelin' okay?" I ask, rubbing my dick against his own and making him growl.

"Fuck, I don't even know what, but I really want to rut right now." He says, moving his dick so that it was pointed straight at my spotted rump, with me lifting it up of course. He slowly slides it between my cheeks, hitting my tail hole but slipping out. He growls, trying again. He misses, again, making everything back there a slippery mess with all the pre he was shooting.

I chuckle. "C'mere Trenton, let me handle it for today." I say, leaning up and licking his nose playfully. He snorts, blushing. He usually had no trouble getting in hands free, but I guess he was just a little too worked up today.

He lets my wrists go and sits down on the bed, tail curling against him, but his throbbing dick not softening in the slightest.

"C'mon, don't be like that, hon. You're just a little worked up is all." I say, getting up and straddling him again, arms wrapped around his neck. "But don't worry . . . I know exactly how to help."

I take a paw to my back, sliding his dick so that it was pointed directly at my tail hole. He grabs my hips, holding me steady. I slowly lower myself onto him, one hand holding his throbbing, needy cock, the other gripping his fur as I slowly speared myself open on that hot, thick dick of his.

He nips at my ears playfully as I lower myself, hands rubbing up and down to relax me. We didn't talk like we normally did. There was no real dom/sub play like usual, though we still knew what we were to each other in that respect. We just stayed quiet for now.

That is, if you don't count moans. I try to keep my maw shut as I feel him spread me open wider, making me lower myself just a bit faster, loving how he stretched me to my limits. He rubs a paw against my muzzle and I look up. He was smiling lovingly, his green eyes sparkling with life. I smile back, leaning in and locking us in a kiss, using him to try and keep myself quiet instead, but failing ultimately.

He chuckles, pushing me down faster and making me break the kiss briefly, only to yelp out in ecstasy as I feel his monstrous cock slide over my prostate, rubbing it sensuously. I wrap my arms around his chest, clinging to him like a little pup. I could feel him smile, hugging me back and shifting his weight, knowing full well that I usually couldn't keep up a steady motion when he was in me like this. Or any other way for that matter.

He slowly leans back until he's lying down, with me on top of him. He thrusts into me, making me moan into his fur. He murrs in pleasure as I clench down on him, making me blush. We continue on like this, him thrusting in and out of me, his tempo rising and with it the volume of my moans.

He clung onto me harder, holding my head over his shoulder and pressing his paw onto my back, as if he was afraid I'd get away somehow. He starts to really go out of it, his cock a blur as he pistons in and out of me at a blinding speed, making me cry out in pure bliss.

I feel a pressure build up inside me, my balls tightening up, and my head getting light. It was so intense. His scent, enveloping me completely, his arms, holding me so close, his growls and moans in perfect sync with my own, the sound of bodies striking each other out of passion, his cock fucking my brains out.

I cry out as I start to cum, clenching around him and milking him for all that he's worth. I want it. I want it so bad. I need him to cum in me! Despite the vice like hold I had on him, he pushes through, thrusting sharply into my prostate and making me shoot my load even harder into his fur.

He keeps at it, not letting me rest for a second as he pounds me senseless. It was strange, but it felt like he was growing. I felt it harder to wrap my arms around him. He groans out, his knot starting to inflate inside me and making my mind go numb with pleasure for a second as I feel him stretch me further than ever before, making me cum again as his cock basically punches my well bruised prostate.

I try to focus my vision, noticing that his tattoos were glowing now. He thrusts hard again, making me forget everything for just another second. I could feel him stretching me further, but not his knot, or just his knot for that matter. But I could feel him growing inside me, reaching deeper than he ever had before, and stretching me a lot wider than any other time we had sex.

"J-Jake!" he cries out, thrusting into me harder, his knot now the size it usually was when fully engorged, but still growing larger. I moan out shakily, tongue lolling out as I drool into his chest fur that seemed to be getting thicker with the growth.

I look up to Trenton and notice that he was at the same point of ecstasy as I was in. I clench down around him, making him bark out, his cock throbbing even harder inside me. I realized somewhere in the back of my head that he was cumming, but nothing was really coming out right now. Other than all the pre cum, which was honestly more than any load of cum I've ever seen shot (before I met Trenton, of course).

He still thrusts in and out of me though, his fucking _knot_slipping in and out just as easily as his actual dick. I basically scream out what I hope sounds like his name as I feel the cum shoot out of me tandem with his thrusts, but not exactly, since my dick would be an orgasmic machine gun if that were true.

He grabs my face with both of his paws, both of them encompassing my entire skull, and drags me into a wet, sloppy kiss. His tongue feels so big in my mouth, and the amount of drool that was leaking into me was disgustingly hot, in both senses of the term. I shiver, my whole body quivering as he pulls me close, making me realize just how much had changed. He had gotten a lot bigger, and was in the seven to eight foot range, and his muscles had definitely grown in proportion to that, if not more.

He thrusts hard into me, grinding his knot into me hard, making me writhe against him, since I couldn't really make any loud noises with his tongue gagging me.

Wait a sec . . . knot? I clench down hard, making him growl lustily and thrust sharply into me, confirming my suspicions. His knot was already in me . . . so he grew another one. One that was a lot bigger than the first. He grinds it in me, and I gyrate my hips, pushing down. I wanted that monster in me, more than anything. Not just because it was attached to such a stud, or just the pure fact that I loved said stud more than anything (though those were great motivators). I just wanted it in me! I wanted to be attached so deeply with him that it hurt. And with the size of that thing, I didn't doubt that it would.

He growls again, large paws running up and down my body as he thrusts erratically into my body, his knot stretching me further and further each time, not never quite enough for me. "Mmmm, f-fuck, Jake!" he growls out, fucking me ferociously. I couldn't even respond. It felt like my jaw had broken from how it refused to close, my tongue just flopping out and drooling everywhere. He growls again, this deep, resounding sound that just rings through my body, making me spurt out a weak stream of cum, further painting out bodies with it.

I think he may have enjoyed fucking me senseless. Honestly, I'm just glad that I was still conscious. I dig my claws into him, toes curling so hard that they could have broken as I feel him thrust harder into me, his pre cum liberally squirting out of me every time he tries to sink in that strange, second knot. I know we'd have to talk about it after, but-

"Fuck~!" I shout as his knot almost sinks in past the half point, barely missing it. "P-Please, Trenton! Alpha!" that was all I could possibly say in my cum soaked state. I try to push back down with his thrusts, desperate to have him knot me. I feel his muzzle hover over my shoulder, maw slowly opening and his drool slowly running over me. Carefully, he takes my shoulder into his maw, our bodies trembling in an effort to keep in control. With the size that it was now, he could have bitten my arm off if he wasn't careful. He bites down, sharp pinpricks on my shoulder as he breaks the skin, giving me a mating bite.

I feel all of him tense, then thrust hard into my body, harder than what I had thought was possible. He stops, just with the top knot sunk in, but he doesn't stop. He scratches at the sheets with his paws, pushing himself slowly into me, agonizingly slowly, just at the right speed that I could feel him stretching me to my limit, sparks of pain and a flood of pleasure rushing through me as his cock jams further deep into me, deeper than what should have been anatomically possible, but still going deeper.

Schlurp*

I open my maw to scream, but I go rigid. He was so deep in me, but this was different. I could feel him hit something in me, something that was making it impossible to think as my whole body just froze from sheer ecstasy, as if I had a second prostate that had been untouched all this time, and now was being overloaded with senses it couldn't comprehend.

He thrusts hard into me, that gargantuan knot of his locking him in place, one of my love buttons pushed hard against his top knot, the other being stabbed by his dick. I go limp, my whole body shaking as my head gets foggy, dick throbbing harder than ever before as a now _constant_stream of cum just shoots out of my dick, like it was just a faucet that he just broke.

He tenses up, biting harder and finally lets out a roar. And I mean a roar. It shakes the bed, and the room, and hell, even the fucking floor! I feel him start to try to push himself deeper as he floods my insides with hot, virile cum, quickly filling me up to the brim and even past that. It somehow worked its way backwards in my intestines, flooding even my stomach as I feel my stomach distend again almost disgustingly. But it was still going, he was still shooting buckets of cum right into my prostate, which basically drove me to heaven, hell, and back round trip. Ecstasy, sinful pleasure, and then this.

I feel the cum rush past his knots, squirting out of me obscenely. I don't think I'll ever be able to recover my tail hole from this. But even after he finally stops cumming, which was about twenty minutes later (felt like two very blissful months), he keeps going. Fuck, he didn't even stop once when he was cumming!

And he keeps going, and going, and going, until I feel my vision start getting a lot blurrier, my mind just flooded with pleasure now as it starts to get darker . . . and darker . . . and darker.

* * * *

Trenton whimpers as he holds me tight. "I'm sorry, Jake."

"Mrphl blup . . ." I mumble out. Translation: It's okay.

"I fucked you unconscious!" he says, holding me closer, guiltily.

"Mmmph, fug, I nawhl" I say, nuzzling him. Translation: Mmmm, fuck, I know!

"So . . . was I really that good?" he asks.

He shifts a bit, making his cock, still jammed hard against my prostate and . . . whatever else was in there move as well, making my whole body seize up with pleasure, cumming again. But for the first time since we've been together, I only shot out pre cum, my body long since run out of actual semen for now. Still felt great.

"Mmmm, fuck!" I say, throwing my head back.

"So, that good, huh?" he says, smirking, but still looking guilty.'

"Mmm, hone~y, you have no~ idea." I say dreamily.

"Well . . . I guess we should probably call Dennis. He _did_say that there may be physical changes and all. I guess this is it. He slowly pulls his cock out, me trying my best to hold back the flood of cum waiting inside me. Every inch he pulls out reveals his strange, new dick. He had two large lumps now, presumably his knot, and he also had ridges on his cock, not that I minded.

"Hey Trenton, ridged for my pleasure, huh?" I say weakly. He chuckles, licking my muzzle softly. He pulls the rest out, revealing that the only other big change was his size. What was eight thick, juicy inches of cock, was now about fourteen inches. Everything had grown proportionally, too, so he was even thicker than before.

"Damn . . . we made a mess." I say as I finally look around. The bed was liberally soaked with cum, and most of that was Trenton's handy work.

"Worse part? I only came once." He says, smirking.

"This is once?!" I say, looking around. "Hey . . . what would it look like . . . if it were twice?" I ask.

He growls. "Well, Dennis is probably busy now anyway. We should let him rest."

"Yeah, that would be nice for him, I think. He's been working really hard these past few days." I say, leaning back on the cum soaked bed and exposing myself. "So, why don't we pass the time by seeing how long it takes before you can fuck until you run dry?"

"Well . . . something tells me that won't be any time soon."

Then he pounces on me.

He thrusts his dick right in.

And we test that little theory of ours.

* * (Perspective change, Dennis Hua) * *

I stare at him, the shell of a man in front of me. We were sitting in hard chairs, in a small, uncomfortable room. But I suppose a restriction room isn't supposed to be particularly comfy.

"Hello, Barum. How are you?" I ask, politely. He stares daggers at me, but he doesn't say a word. "I suppose it's pretty shitty, since your son basically forced you to tell everyone that you've been planning to usurp me, as well as that you've been feeding lies to everyone here so that they can be your loyal pawns."

"Why don't you just go fuck yourself?" he asks, coldly. "You've gotten what you've wanted. Your sick satisfaction. Now you have this district under your little finger. That's how it's always been. We've just been your playthings, haven't we?"

I smile, evilly. "Of course not, Barum. But I will admit I had fun playing our little game of chess. And I'll also admit that I did get satisfaction out of beating you with one peace, on a game board you thought you controlled."

He spits at me, but I dodge it reflexively. I lose my smile, taking on a much more serious expression. "All of this went according to my original plan. Jake and Trenton are happily together, and district 5 will finally evolve into a better, stronger community. Much like how Trenton is changing. I suppose that it's ironic how your experiment to create a perfect specimen came back to bite you in so many ways. Who would have guessed he was such a strong abnormal?"

He growls.

"And so, the curtain closes on yet another perfect play, Barum." I say.

"You son of a whore! I'll kill you!" he shouts in petty rage. "You're a conniving, manipulative, malicious puppeteer! You used that boy and turned my own son against me!"

"You're overreacting." I say calmly.

"You're insane!" he snarls.

"Very well then. Sanity bored me, anyway."

He growls. "How much of this did you plan out, huh? You _made_them fall in whatever false sense of affection they're feeling. You turned them against me. You made me the villain. I am district 5's observer! This whole place will fall apart without my leadership!"

" Silence." I command. He shuts up, thank god. "You've known me for . . . about 5 years now, Barum. Have you ever just wondered . . . how far have I already planned ahead? When I met you and your son, I didn't choose you as an observer because I thought you were the best choice. It's because I knew you'd choose your son as the president."

"I knew from the start that he was someone extremely special. But in a way, I suppose it actually started a long time ago." He starts tapping a claw in Morse code, saying things like "fuck you" and such. I ignore him. "Did you know that when I was younger, I had to go to Texas for my grandmother who was on her deathbed? Strangely enough, that was where Jake was living at the same time. We are, after all, the same age. And even more so . . . the motel that my family was staying at . . . was the building she jumped from."

"I can still remember it, crystal clear. I was about 12 then, when I found her on the ledge of the roof. I tried to stop her, honestly. She was crying hysterically. I remember that she only said one thing to me, before he took the plunge. 'Your very kind . . . I'm sure you and Jake would be good friends'. I didn't know until he applied here for college, but I never forgot. This was just one scenario out of the thousands I planned, and of the millions of variants. But I made this one . . . in order to save them both."

I look at my watch. Not much time left. "Jake would have gotten a boyfriend just like his mother, got beaten, then jump himself. Trenton would have never found anyone, kill himself emotionally, and help in your abnormal revolution. Despair claims everyone."

I stand up, walking towards the door. "That's the fate of the world. That's the ultimate plan of God. Save a few, leave the rest burning in hell. Strange, sounds like the rapture, doesn't it? When god descends back onto earth, and saves those who are 'virtuous' and brings them to heaven. The rest are left on earth to burn in hell's fury. But that's why I'll change it. I'll give anyone who hasn't been fully claimed their happy ending. Barum, I'm truly sorry. If I was a few years older . . . I would have saved your family from that fire. Instead, I used you, hurt you, and then stopped you. I was selfish. I'm truly sorry."

". . . Don't give me that bull. I control my actions. Everything I did was because of me, not you, you sicko."

"I'm still sorry." I look at him, saddened. He was beyond salvation, now. I'll make sure that he'll be okay. He won't be imprisoned, just shipped off to another district where he'll be able to live in peaceful ignorance. Although, that's probably a far more cruel punishment.

"Before I'm sent off, answer me the question I asked you when we first met." I could remember it clearly. "That skill . . . it should be unique to that boy, yet you just used it . . ." It was at that strange lab, when I suddenly appeared before him, when nobody even realized I was there. "What in God's name are you?"

". . . . I'll tell you what I said before. I'm . . ."

"The End"

End of Arc 1

To be continued.