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Brandon Thomas walked through the Rivanna city mall, looking around at the various shops. The young raccoon boy wore a pair of red wraparound sunglasses as well as a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The sunglasses weren't just any sunglasses, though, they were computerized sunglasses with capabilities to be used as a phone, to access the internet, play music, and a few other functions. With the advances his society had made in technology, now such glasses were as common as cell phones had been in the 21st century. Brandon had received his pair as a gift for his last birthday as his parents had felt now that he was ten he'd been old and responsible enough to have one.

It was as he made his way through the mall that a ringing sound came from the eye wear, and he pressed a button on the side as a small video screen turned on in the left lens, showing him the image of one of his friends.

"Hey, Joey, what's up?" Brandon asked the squirrel that had appeared.

"Hey Brandon, I was just wondering if you could come over later, my parents just got me a new pet!" Joey told his friend eagerly. Brandon froze, this last part seeming to trip him up as his eyes widened.

"What...What KIND of pet?" he asked a little hesitantly.

"Well he's...Wait, why are you...Oh, wait, hell no, not that kind, he's just a dog, a regular dog," Joey told him after a moment. "Geeze, Brandon, I thought you knew my family better than that..." Brandon breathed a sigh of relief as he heard that, starting to walk again.

"Sure, I'll be sure to come by!" he agreed, relieved to hear it was a normal, non-anthro pet. This reaction might have been a little strange under other circumstances, but it was reasonable in their lives.

Humans had long since been extinct when animals had developed a higher intelligence and had eventually attained their anthro form through the generations to come. They had build a new society based on what they had learned from the remaining human relics of the past, and in time came to surpass what the humans had achieved with their own technology. They didn't quite share all of the views of the humans before them, least of all nudity or sexuality.

These two things were seen as natural in their society and felt no need for them to be concealed. As a result, many people preferred to go nude without the confines of clothing, and even children often engaged in sexual activity. This last part wasn't what concerned Brandon and Joey as they themselves occasionally brought a girl home. What really concerned him was another thing many of the anthros disagreed with humans on; legalized slavery, paticularly enslavement.

Because of the rise of slavery, BDSM was pretty popular in their society amongst cubs and adults alike. There were even playgrounds dedicated to it and similar fetishes for cubs. One of the stores had one such playgrounds to the side where cubs could play with each other and try out some of the toys and cub-sized BDSM equipment that were for sale in the store. As Brandon walked past, there was a small group on one side of the playground near him where two boys were busy tying some nude girls and even a few boys to a set of poles near one of the playground's entrances. One of the dominant boys noticed Brandon, and beckoned to him.

"Hey, you want to join us? We need a fifth for our pretend Protector Team, and you look like you could be a good leader...Don't worry, though, we don't play TOO rough," the boy assured him. Brandon simply blushed and turned away, quickly moving on and losing himself in the crowd before he could think about accepting the offer for too long. It wasn't that he wasn't curious about BDSM himself as it did seem interesting to him as it had a lot of cubs...He was more afraid of panicking and revealing himself for what he really was to the world.

Brandon was a Meta, something he hadn't even told Joey before. The laws involving slavery required consent between both parties before a fur could be registered as a pet or slave. This didn't extend to Metas, however, as the laws had been established to help control the percentage of the population that Metas fell under for a few very good reasons.

The Metas were furs possessing a rare gene that caused them to develop superhuman powers and abilities. No one was quite sure how the Metas came about and the genetics causing the birth of the Metas and the manifestation of their powers was still uncertain, but they seemed to be a problem right from the start. Metas appeared to manifest their powers at a young age, and they were often rejected and feared by those around them. Because of this, there was soon an epidemic of homeless young furs, many of whom took to crime with their powers just to survive.

Even the Metas who wanted to use their powers for good were shunned, and the particularly violent Metas or those who couldn't control their powers added to the fear and hatred of the Metas, and it seemed like society might eventually collapse in the growing tensions between the Metas and normal furs. Then, a new company arose, MetaChain Techologies, which had just developed a revolutionary new technology that could identify those who carried Meta genes when scanned as well as being able to suppress their power.

Following MetaChain's rise to power, new laws involving slavery were passed, and the known Metas on the street were soon being rounded up and being taken to the training centers that were already being established. There was now a new solution to the Meta problem with them being enslaved and being kept under control by their owners, being adopted as pets. There were still unknown Metas out there, but other furs still had their rights, and scanning every member of the population for potential Metas would be an invasion of privacy.

Still, most of the Metas were still young, and as soon as one of them slipped up and revealed themselves, they were taken straight to the training centers and the members of their immediate family could legally be scanned to make sure none of them carried the Meta genes either. Cubs who were suspected of being Metas could also be brought in to be scanned with parental permission as well. Although people who were merely carriers of the gene and would produce future Meta generations couldn't yet be identified, these scans did help identify a great many Metas that had not yet been profiled.

For those reasons, Brandon started making it a point to avoid BDSM, especially since his power would make it very easy for him to escape his bondage if he happened to panic while being tied up. Brandon's power was that of intangibility, being able to phase through solid objects as if he were a ghost. He had discovered he had this power several years earlier, after he had walked through the door of his room's adjoining bathroom without even opening it before he had fully woken up and realized what had just happened.

Brandon soon made his way through the crowds and outside the mall onto the raised walkway that served as the hovering plaza where the mall and other places were within walking distance. The city had a lower ground level much like the ones humans had in the 21st century where motor vehicles were still used as well as upper levels that were suspended by magnetic hovering technology as well as having vehicles with the same hover capabilities able to traverse through them. Brandon lived on the ground level near his friend's house, and it didn't take him too long to take a lift down to the surface and make his way back to his friend's house. A lot of people lived on the ground level where there were parks and plenty of space for real estate while most commercial businesses were on the upper levels, creating a similar separation between city and suburbs large human cities had once had.

Soon enough, he and Joey were running around Joey's back yard with Joey's new dog, a female Australian Sheperd. The dog chased them around as she ran to keep up with the two boys, excitedly barking and jumping up to try and catch the stick they were tossing back and forth. She'd sometimes be able to catch it in mid-air, and then the game would change as the boys would chase her to try and get the stick back, both her and the boys often ending up tackled as they went back and forth but not hard enough to really hurt any of them. It was just some innocent fun, all the dilemmas between the Metas and normal furs forgotten in the pleasure of their game. It was as the sun was starting to hang low in the sky that Brandon let slip the one mistake that would soon change his life forever.

Brandon had been close to catching Joey's dog as she made her way towards the tree in Joey's backyard when he heard someone call out, and turned to see a younger raccoon with fur a lighter color than Brandon's own dark brown fur wearing a pink dress standing outside the chain-link fence. It was his younger sister, Janyce who'd come to tell him their parents wanted him home for dinner. As he looked towards her, he was distracted long enough that his foot was caught on a loose patch of dirt as he stumbled forward and was sent hurtling right towards the thick-barked trunk of the tree.

He reacted without thinking, his powers coming forth as he called on his powers, phasing straight through the tree's thick trunk. He emerged from the other side as he finally fell forward, landing face-first on the grass behind it for a much softer landing. He quickly realized what he had inadvertantly done, quickly getting to his feet and brushing himself off as he looked around. Fortunately, Joey had chased his dog over the other way as Brandon had stumbled and thus had missed seeing what he had done to avoid face-planting into the tree.

"Uh, I've got to go home for dinner, Joey, I'll see you tomorrow!" Brandon called over to Joey as he headed to the fence and climbed over, following after Janyce as she'd already started to run off towards their house. He was still reeling a little from that slip as he ran hard to catch up with Janyce, hoping she hadn't seen anything. He soon caught up with her as she reached the front door, though it seemed he didn't need to worry about her as she didn't stop to ask him about it or anything.

"You'd better go wash those paws of yours up first, Brandon, they look like dirt patches with claws!" she told Brandon instead, and Brandon looked down, finding his fur did have a lot of dirt on it from how he'd been playing in Joey's backyard for the better part of the afternoon. He laughed a little, agreeing with her as he made his way to the bathroom to wash up, starting to relax.

As excited he had been to first find out about his powers and the possibilities of them, the reality of what would happen to him if anyone found out soon set in soon after that had happened. Because of this, he practiced in secret, a task that wasn't easy a lot of the time considering he had a sister several years younger than him. Janyce was only six years of age, and yet to have her virginity taken as although their society allowed sexuality amongst cubs, full intercourse with cubs under the age of eight was frowned upon. This was largely due to cubs being much younger than that tended not to understand consent as well as others and rape was still strictly illegal, though of course the laws against rape didn't really apply to Metas either, just as they could be enslaved without consent.

Because of this, Janyce was still sort of naive regarding the whole situation in their society, merely seeing most of the Metas from the perspective of the Protector Pets, skilled Metas with good owners who helped to protect normal society from the slaves who were used for evil intentions by their owners. The Protectors themselves were still enslaved, however, not having the freedom of those they protected themselves and never being able to live peacefully amongst them and often leading very dangerous lives in the process. It was an endless battle between heroes and villains which ultimately only the non-Meta furs controllin the Metas tended to win. This was the very realization of what Brandon realized could happen to him if he wasn't careful.

Brandon had often considered trying to introduce Janyce to some light BDSM to try and show her just what kind of life the heroes she admired really lead, but their parents had shot the idea down. Even the lighter side of BDSM involved a lot of trust, so their parents had thought it best to wait for that sort of thing for when Janyce was old enough to understand trust and consent better.

Brandon didn't think of this as he had soon joined the rest of his family at the table. Instead, he was still thinking about the fun he'd had over at his friend's house that day as he half-listened to his father recounting some of the things that had happened to him at work that day while they ate. The incident with the tree didn't even come to his mind again as he'd chosen to forget about it for the time being...That is, until their mother had asked the two of them how their day had been and Janyce excitedly spoke up.

"You won't believe what I just saw Brandon do over at Joey's house tonight!" she suddenly blurted out and Brandon tensed, starting to choke on the piece of meat he'd just put in his mouth. His father noticed and slapped him on the back, helping him cough it up.

"Slow down, Son, don't take such big bites!" he cautioned his son as Brandon just nodded, his throat suddenly feeling dry as he drank some of his milk and their mother turned back to Janyce with a smile.

"All right, Sweetie, what did Brandon do?" she asked the girl gently. Brandon meanwhile seemed to become very interested in his plate as pushed around some of the mixed vegetables on it around with his fork.

"Well, he tripped, and he was going to hit that big tree in Joey's backyard...But he went right THROUGH it instead!" Janyce told them, excited. This statement had a much more dramatic effect on their parents as their mother suddenly gasped, her fork clattering to her plate as she raised a paw to her mouth, while their father simply dropped his own fork to the floor, still holding his paw up near his mouth.

"I...I didn't actually go THROUGH it, exactly," Brandon suddenly found his voice and spoke up. "I managed to turn a little and go around the other side of the tree, so it must have just looked like I went through it from where she was standing," he quickly thought up an excuse as their parents visibly relaxed. Janyce, on the other hand, wasn't convinced.

"Are you sure? It didn't look like you turned to me, and it would be pretty cool if you had gone through it," Janyce told him before realizing something else. "Hey, if you did go through it like nothing was there, maybe that means you could be a Protector!" there was a loud sound as their father's glass shattered in his paw, and their mother quickly stood up, walking over to Janyce and leading her away from the table, leaving Brandon at the table with his father.

His father took off his glasses, picking the larger shards of glass out of the pads of his paw and pressed his napkin against his paw. He watched his wife lead Janyce away for a moment to make sure they were alone before he turned to Brandon, giving him a hard look as Brandon shrank back in his chair.

"Tell me the truth, now Brandon...Is Janyce telling us what I think she's telling us about you?" he asked, his voice full of authority.

"I...I don't know..." Brandon told him, staring down as his plate once more as he continued picking at his food.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you and tell me the truth, is it possible you're a Meta?!" his father raised his voice sternly, and Brandon's ears flattened against his head as he managed to look up towards his father, but couldn't seem to bring himself to meet his eyes. He himself already knew that he was an alpha, of course, but he obviously wasn't going to outright admit that.

"I...I really don't know...Something felt weird as I was going towards it, but I'm pretty sure I was able to turn and go around the other side at the last second," he told him, hoping the issue would drop. His father looked at him a moment more before he sighed, sliding his glasses back up on his face.

"All right, I trust you, Brandon," he said softly after a moment. "But your mother and I are going to take you over to the clinic tomorrow morning to test you, just to make certain you're not one," he told him, and Brandon nodded weakly.

"Yes, sir," was the only thing he said as he turned back to his food, the feeling of dread starting to well up in his stomach seeming to take up the rest of the room in his stomach as he lost his appetite.