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Lyra’s blade sparked as she was dragged across the cement floor of the warehouse. The woman holding her giggled rather erratically. Ooing and ahing at every little thing. She was in her twenties and yet she acted like a little girl. Her hair barely holding onto her scalp as the disgusting strands clung to her face. She was covered in a crusty layer of dried blood and it seemed as if this wasn’t a problem for her. As she approached the offices of the darkened warehouse she heard the sound of a door opening. Her grip on Lyra tightened to the point where her horribly cracked, overly long fingers dug into the palm of her hand. Drawing the sweet nectar of life to the surface of her hand.

“Do you have it?” A voice asked. It sounded as if it were right next to her, and yet she knew that the figure was still on the steps coming down from the office overlooking the warehouse. “Do you have the wakizashi?”

“uhuh. I got it for you. teehee.” The arm of the hand not holding Lyra raised to being parallel to the floor. In the hand, the blade which had been used a few days prior by Professor Garrison to end his own life.

“Good.” The voice said. “Set the blade on the ground. And Lyra, too.”

The crazed woman did exactly that. And as soon as she was bent over, there was a flash of silver. And her head hit the floor.

Yoshi stared at the decapitated body of the horrid woman. She’d gotten the job done, sure. But she did it such a way as to bring attention to the Order. And he would not have them exposed. “Get rid of the body.” He said behind him, before picking up the wakizashi and the overly large blade the woman had affectionately called Lyra. He placed the wakizashi in the belt of his suit.

“Finally. I have the blades. The blades of Takenaka Shigeharu are mine!” Yoshi laughed to himself.

He held his hand up to his face. His index and middle finger extended and the rest tucked to the palm. It was as if the shadows themselves had engulfed him as he seemingly disappeared from the warehouse.

***

Kevin woke up in the middle of the night screaming once again. Every night it was the same dream. The face of a woman covered in blood. “You shouldn’t have done that…” she would say in the dream. She ran toward him with the blade. And as always, as the blade descended toward his head and his impending doom he’d wake up.

The Naga would massage him with his coils. Undulating them up and down his body. It felt good. What he could feel anyway. He looked forlornly over to his wheelchair. Cast in shadow and gloom by the dark room. That was his way around the world now. In a chair. ~Relax, love. I’m here. I’m here.~ Richarde spoke into his head.

“I…I can’t believe it, I’m actually living this out. The entire precinct. Gone. In a day. That woman. She needs to die.”

~Killing her won’t bring back your friends, Kev. You know that. And you know that they knew the risks when they signed up. Just the same as you.~

“Ugh. I know, Rick. I’m…I’m just…Oh Ray!” Kevin broke down in tears, “You should have seen his mom’s face. I mean…Why him? Why couldn’t it have been me?”

~Don’t~ The Naga spoke, ~Do not do that. I won’t have you placing blame on yourself. You could not have saved him. You nearly died yourself. Don’t do that to yourself, Kev.~

The Naga brought his torso closer to the grieving detective and gave him a cuddling hug, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Kevin’s neck. He squeezed Kevin lightly in the hug and gave him a lick. They both looked over at the alarm clock on Kevin’s nightstand and Kevin sighed. It read 4:30AM. He groaned.

~Try and go back to sleep~ The naga advised and Kevin shut his eyes, ~The funeral is in a few hours.~

***

Brennan looked out over the crowd assembled in the church. There were so many people there. Nineteen caskets lay out in front of him. All of them closed. All of them draped in the city’s colors. All of them laid out in front of a large photo of the officer in their dress uniform. A large wreath of white roses propped up in front of each. He looked out at the street, visible through the still-open doors. There was a crowd that went down the steps of the church and into the busy sidewalk.

“Nineteen. Men, Women, Males and Females. Of all species. They gave their lives protecting our great city. They were mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, sons, and daughters. They were husbands and wives. Boyfriends and girlfriends. They bled in order that we don’t have to. And their sacrifice—the greatest sacrifice an officer can give, that of their own life—will not be forgotten. Their names we will never forget. Today, nor tomorrow.

“Captain Timothy Holmes, 38. He is survived by his wife Elanor and two vibrant children. Jimmy and Allison. He was the one in charge of the precinct. A man of character and definitely an officer the CCPD could be proud of.

“Sergeant Keil Devereaux, 45. He is survived by his son Jon. He was a man of few words, yet they always were words that counted. Jon,” here the commissioner looked over to the eighteen-year-old boy, who, to his surprise was sitting hands clasped with a Naga. They were sitting next to Richarde. They were all as close to the aisle as possible so that a man, sharply dressed in the dress uniform of Caulder City’s detectives: His son, Kevin, “Your father was a fine officer, son. He did the uniform proud. And I know he was proud of you. He always talked about you. You were his pride and joy. He did always wonder when you’d bring home a boy, though.” The youth looked shocked. Brennan chuckled, “He’d always known, Jon. He knew and he didn’t care.”

He leaned into the young Naga sitting next to him and openly began to bawl. The Naga rubbed his back and did his best to comfort the human.

“Detective Raymond Kilroy Navezha’aqu Naqut, an orca of the Qaqawun tribe. He is survived by his mother, Theresa and his father, Vernon. He was an energetic sort. Always trying to be the first in and the first out. He was also very much a mother hen to all of those he considered his family.

“Officer Second Class DeMarcus Delgado. Survived by his wife, Minnie, and four kids, Titi. DeJuan, Veronica, and Harry. A man proud of his children and in love with his wife. He gave every man hope of having the perfect family.

“Officer Second Class Javier Jimenez Reyes. Survived by his husband, Damien and his two adopted children. Jessica and Jaime.”

He continued on until he got to the last officer and he finished with, “We remember our fallen. We remember their families. If you’ll join me in prayer.

“Our Lord in Heaven,

Receive these souls we send to thee,

And blessed may they ever be.

Thy holy mercy grant them entrance into the Kingdom of Heaven

Where they may bask in thy ever-present Glory

These men have served their city with great fidelity

May they serve you with the same

May they be welcomed into thy warm embrace

And live eternally in your presence.

In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti,

Amen!”

“Thank you all for giving your respects to these fallen officers. Their Families and I thank you for the show of support. Now go and be safe, all of you.” Brennan stepped down from the podium and walked over to the dapper detective in his wheelchair. “Hey, son. How’d that go?”

“M…Mister Biel, sir?” Jon asked timidly.

“Jon, it’s Commissioner. Or Brennan, please.”

“Ok, Commissioner…did my dad…did he really…”

“Yes, Jon. He knew. And I’m assuming that this is…Rick, is this your son?”

“Yes, Brennan. It is. Junior, meet your new grandfather. This is Commissioner Brennan Biel.”

“Hello, Junior. Or would you prefer…?”

“My friends call me Ricky.”

“Ok then. Ricky. I’m not officially your grandpa just yet.” Brennan said as jovially as he could in this situation. His five golden, five-pointed stars gleamed with sunshine leaking in from the stained glass. His attire a constant reminder of the solemnity of the event. He looked over to his now-handicapped son, “Shall we walk?”

Kevin glared at his father before the man walked around the wheelchair, disengaged the brakes and then grasped the handles. He turned his son around and led him out the center aisle of the church and out into the brilliantly sunny day. It brought a sense of ironic hopefulness to the day. A day so bright and beautiful shouldn’t mar the psyche with the presence of a funeral.

Soon a procession followed the commissioner and his son. “Are we going to go to the clinic, Kev?” Brennan asked him, curious.

“Yes, dad. Commissioner? Brennan?”

“Dad’s fine.”

“Dad. He…he died in my hands. I…I couldn’t s…save him.” Kevin admitted.

Brennan looked down at his son. A man who had caused him much grief. And at the same time, gave him so much joy. That was being a parent, though. He let out a sigh. The weight of the day nearly crippling the old commissioner. “Son, sometimes, as awful as it may sound, things happen for a reason. You lost your partner. You lost the man that had—in all honesty—become your best friend.”

The detective nodded his head, “uhuh…”

“Sometimes life throws us a curveball like this to…to…ah hell I don’t know, son. Sometimes Life’s a bitch.”

The Naga behind the elder human chuckled, “Commissioner, if I may?” He motioned toward the handles of the wheelchair. The commissioner acquiesced control of the wheelchair to Richarde. Then with his psionics, ~Calm down, Kevin. There wasn’t anything you could do. I love you hun, but I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to say it.~

“I know, Rick. It’s just hard. I lost my best friend. I lost my roommate. I effectively lost my home.”

~No. you haven’t lost a home. You are moving in with me. Remember?~

“I already have moved in, remember?”

Brennan and Jon looked like they were growing annoyed. Only hearing half of a conversation can do that. The commissioner was the first to address it, though. “Will you please both speak audibly. Or both in your heads? It’s slightly annoying only being privy to half of a conversation.”

The whole group stood silent. Then the tension broke as Kevin started laughing. “Hehe, sorry dad.”

“Yes, sorry Brennan.” Richarde agreed abashedly.

***

Kevin, Brennan and Richarde headed to the GeniFur clinic. Junior and Jon went back to Richarde and Junior’s apartment. Jon could barely hold back his excitement as he drove to the Naga’s house. He knew now that his father hadn’t cared. And that more than anything fully lifted almost all of his doubts and worries over his sexuality. He felt lighter. It sounded strange but he literally felt as if he were floating on air. Like a balloon.

Junior chuckled at his new boyfriend’s demeanor. Despite the somber event of moments ago, and the fact that he was now an orphan, Jon was literally giddy. However, just grazing the surface of Jon’s mind, Ricky could feel the coming onslaught of emotions Jon was holding back.

Ricky was prepared for it. He was going to have to be there for his friend. He was planning on a mating bite with him. He had been since they were in middle school. Yet the whole bullying thing got in the way. Now that they were out in the open with each other, Ricky couldn’t help but feel the resurgence of all of that repressed emotion coming back up and making him blush in the passenger seat. Ricky, unlike his father always wore a kilt, or other form of groin covering as being hard in public was still considered impolite and embarrassing. He currently was wearing a jet-black kilt with a matching suit jacket and a bleach-white oxford. He had on a silvery-black tie and had completed his look with a nice trilby. Right now, the hat was on his would-be lap and thankfully covering his dual hard-ons.

Though, tasting the air, the Naga could tell that he wasn’t alone. Two very virile, very aroused males in a small enclosed space made the young Naga’s hemipenes pulse with need. “uh…uhm, Jon, could we uhm..roll the windows down?”

“H…Huh?” Jon looked over briefly, not wanting to look away from the road, “Uh…sure.”

“S…sorry. It’s just you’re u…uhm…excited. I am too. I can taste it.” The Naga apologized.

The human’s blush became readily apparent. “I…I see.”

***

The clinic had the feel of any doctor’s office Kevin had ever gone to as a child. The only difference is that when a human left the waiting room, he’d often come out hours later…as an anthro. The fact that there were still enough humans who wished to transform to keep GeniFur afloat amazed the detective.

On one of the cheap plastic chairs provided to them for waiting sat his father, still in his dress uniform from the funeral. Kevin cast a forlorn stare at the ground from his wheelchair, parked next to his father. And perched atop a mound of his coils was Richarde, who held the human’s hand. He wore a kilt to the funeral and had dispensed with it in the car.

They waited in comfortable silence, each with their own thoughts and each with their own ideas of what was coming. Kevin, however nervous he wanted to feel, felt as calm as clear day in a meadow. That image being broadcast to him—in an effort to control his nerves and keep the human calm—by his Naga mate.

“Biel, Kevin J.?”

“Y…yes! That’s me.” Kevin would have jumped in his chair from surprise if he had the actual ability to do so.

“Follow me, sirs. We have a room ready for you.”

Going through rather bland halls seemingly arranged in a maze of rights and lefts, Kevin and his retinue followed the giddy lapine nurse. She was tall for a lapine—most likely a hare. She wore a pastel green set of scrubs over a dark blue shirt which covered her ample bosom quite handily. He could tell any straight man would be hard pressed not to stare at the woman, and indeed, he thought he caught his father undressing the female mentally.

The nurse stopped in front of a plain faux-wood finished door. “Here we are. Dr. Alluvinder-DarkClaw will be with you shortly.”

“Ah, Paulus. I was wondering who they’d have see us.” The elder human said. The door to the room was opened by the lanky yet well-endowed female hare. And the motley group entered therein.

The room looked like most doctor’s office rooms looked. A ten-by-ten square room with walls covered in posters showing humans walking into a door and anthros walking out. And by the same artist a man in a wheel chair going in one side and the same man walking in a business suit with an attaché case on the other side. The motto of GeniFur had been: If it ails you we’ll work towards a cure. And that tagline had never before been so potent to Kevin as it was now. He was that man wheeling into the door. He hoped he’d be the one walking out as well.

Paulus walked into the room with what one could only call a sauntering strut. He had a certain confidence about him. He was looking at the charts as he closed the door behind him with one of his giant wings. “Mr…Biel…L-3-L-4 spinal myelotomy…Severe nerve damage around the site…hmmm…” The avian lupine looked up, “Mr. Biel, the process that we will use on you is an advanced form of stem cell regrowth therapy. It’s your best option.”

“Will I turn into something else? Your company’s always been infamous for its transformations.” Kevin asked nerves starting to get the better of him.

“No. No. Only if you want to transform. What we’re doing for you is only cell therapy. Not gene therapy. The means by which we transform people into anthros is just that-gene therapy.” The lupine doctor calmly explained.

“You’re sure?” Brennan piped up, “No offense, doctor, but I have never trusted your clinics. Especially after your father died.”

“None taken. Some of my colleagues feel that humankind’s time on this world is at an end. They are therefore being a little more liberal on the application of gene therapy when a patient comes to see them for cell therapy.”

Richarde looked rather appalled by that concept, “You seriously have to be joking! That’s against so many laws and medical guidelines its absurd.”

“Yet they continue to get away with it. Since the second generation of naturally-born anthros entered the world, GeniFur has become more and more powerful. My father probably would have fired those who abuse the gene therapy we offer, but he’s interred at Rosemont National Cemetery.”

“And you don’t have the power to tell them to stop?”

“No, Mr. Biel. I do not. I’m only employed by my father’s company. He didn’t give me a single share. He left them all to my sister—the bitch, Annabelle.”

“Annabelle took your other father’s name only, if I’m not mistaken?” Brennan asked.

“Indeed. Annabelle refused to take _Papi’_s name. When she was old enough to decide that for herself. She took dad’s name, So she’s just Annabelle Alluvinder. Anyways, to your treatment, I will ask your Naga friend here to make a lite local anesthetic and scrape his fangs along your lower back. I’ll mark the spot, but first, Mr…”

“Lawrence.” Richarde provided.

“Mr. Lawrence, could you lift the patient onto the examination bed for me?”

Richarde unperched himself, and he slithered behind Kevin’s wheelchair and reached under the human’s armpits before lifting him out of the chair. Kevin looked rather comical like that. His legs dangled uselessly and his uniform bunched up exposing his taut belly. The Naga then shifted his grip so he could hold Kevin up with one arm and then lifted his legs up so he ended up carrying the human bridal style.

He slid over to the turquoise vinyl encased examination bed and plopped Kevin down on it with an “oof” from the human. He turned the human onto his stomach. The flit-wolf doctor came over and marked the spot where the Naga needed to apply the local anesthetic. He had manufactured stuff in the cabinets, but he preferred the Naga’s touch versus that of a hypodermic needle. “Right here.”

The Naga gently drug his fangs across the section of his mate’s skin indicated by the avian lupine. He was careful to avoid the sutures which were still visible from the sword wound. The skin still looked raw around the wound. The sutures stood out sharply against the reddened skin of the sword wound.

Kevin had the interesting experience of a part of his body disappearing. It was as if where his lower back was there was a gaping hole of negative space once the tingling of his mate’s venom went away and it started to take effect. “There, Doctor, your patient is ready.”

***

To say taking Jon’s V-Card wasn’t a thrill would have been the biggest lie of the Naga’s life. As he eased one of his mutant-palm-tree-like cocks into the Quarterbacks hole, he practically vibrated with anticipation. They both did. The human shivered the moment that the Naga broke entry into his most private of orifices and he let out a heated breath as the first inch slid marvelously into his virgin anus.

“Moooooooore!” Jon moaned, “Give me everything.”

“Y…you sure?” The naga asked, concerned. He wasn’t as thick as his father but he was still about as thick as a coke bottle. At its thickest point, no less. A hole which had never been parted was the tightest of enclosures for one’s meat spear. But it was also extremely delicate. The Naga understood this. He wanted the human to enjoy this. He was going to take it slow.

“Yeeeeeeesssssss…”the human hissed, “Sssslowly.”

So, the Naga obliged. He eased another inch in as slowly as was physically comfortable for them both. They both let out labored breath. The Naga, as the tightness enveloped more of his shaft. The human, as he was spread even further. And then another inch. Another labored breath.

It wasn’t too much longer until the Naga had buried himself in the human below him all the way up to the bifurcation of his phallus. The terminus which rested in his slit. His other cock had made a mess of the human’s right ass cheek. Leaking profusely, as he lay his claim upon the rather surprisingly submissive human. How someone could be so commanding on the football field and yet so submissive in the bedroom was beyond the Naga’s ability to process logical thought at that point in time.

He soaked in the human’s insides for a decent amount of time before he slowly retreated letting out a shallow moan as each of his hundreds of spines caught on the walls of his lover’s anal passage. The human joining him in kind. The Naga pulled out until just the tip of his hemipenis stayed within the confines of that hot passage and then with a sound akin to a growl delved back inside at a somewhat increased pace. Diving all the way into the human’s asshole a second time and launching a spear of heated Naga pre-ejaculate up the human’s virgin tailhole. “Faster!” The human begged.

So the Naga began pulled out way faster this time. And rammed the entirety of his phallus back into the human’s hole even quicker. Pretty soon the Naga was no longer capable of conscious thought and was rutting his human lover like a wild animal. The lewd squelching and slapping sounds of their lovemaking reverberated around the room. The stank of two males’ lust filled the room, and the Naga was cast in perfect shadow above his mate as the hallway light flooded into the room. The Naga could feel Jon’s skin as it wet itself with sweat and he could hear the human’s barely restrained moans as he approached his peak. The Naga hadn’t even touched the human’s penis at all and the human was adamantine in his erectile hardness and his cock throbbed in preparedness for the coming crescendo of pleasure that he so obviously was begging for.

The Naga wasn’t going to be too far behind his lover. He slammed in harder with each thrust before he heard the human cry out his lusts as his cock lanced the air with his orgasm. The human’s passage—as tight as it already was—became unbearable. It massaged the Naga’s hemipenis better than any handjob and pretty soon the Naga exploded inside the human. He painted Jon’s walls white with his release. And His other phallus gave the human a bath of slimy Naga cum, covering the entire lower half of his body.

The Naga resisted the urge to bite the human, knowing that he had to wait for the right moment. The right time where Jon’s confidence in his sexuality and his predilection toward stronger reptilian males would combine to allow the Naga the right to claim him as his mate. He practically collapsed on top of the human male, landing on the human’s messy chest as he slowly slid out of the human’s now-abused ass and back into his genital slit.

“H…how…how was that?” the Naga breathed as he gathered the human into a cuddling hug.

“That was mind blowing!” Jon replied, wide-eyed. The Naga kissed him and then chuckled.

He could feel the semen leaking out of the human’s ass on the bottom of his tail. “We’ll have to clean ourselves up.”

“Later. I’m enjoying this. Thanks for that, Rick.”

***

The human squirmed in the tight embrace. Richarde couldn’t help himself. He was giving the human a full-on Naga hug. Wrapping around him tightly with his tail and bearhugging him with his arms. Kevin was prepared for the overly lovey-dovey Naga to give into some kind of overly embarrassing display of affection but this was a bit much. “Rick. You can let go now.”

The Naga regained himself after a moment, clearing his throat as he disentangled the human, “Ahem…hehe…sorry. I’m just so glad you’re ok.”

The human stood tall on two legs and he grasped the Naga’s hands and brought them up to his mouth and gave them each a wet kiss, “You can’t get rid of me that easily, Richarde.”

“I don’t want to, silly human. I love you.”

Just then Kevin’s phone began to ring. He looked at it and sighed. The number was the new captain of the 12th. “Yes sir? Uhuh. Understood sir. On my way. Wait. You’re absolutely positive it’s her?”

The Naga watched on in loving admiration of his mate’s professionalism. “Gotta go?”

“Uhuh. Love you snakey!” Kevin went up on tiptoes to kiss the Naga on the snout.

“Love you, too.” He licked the human’s chin lovingly.

Brennan watched the display with a light blush upon his cheeks and a fondness to his expression. He remembered when he was young and full of hope. He walked up to the Naga, “You haven’t told him yet, have you?”

“Told him what?”

“That your firm works for the crime syndicate he’s currently dealing with?”

“They do not!”

“uhuh. You know they’ll come after you next. Kevin’s uncovered something huge here. I don’t exactly know what it is, but you’ll likely see each other in a court room before too long.” The human wore a foreboding expression on his face. He had the snake dead to rights, “I’m sure you feel you’re being noble in your pursuits, but remember your firm is a bad apple. They are on the Kazegami’s books. Have been for a long while.”

“How do you know that this is them?”

“The wakizashi was gone from the evidence locker in the twelfth. They are the only ones who knew the value of that blade set outside of Japan. Well, besides Stew. They are also the only crime syndicate with enough chutzpa to field an operation like what happened at the 12th.”

“And how is my firm connected?”

“You’re a smart man, Mr. Lawrence. Do some digging.”

With that the Commissioner left the Naga and was led back to his car by his retinue.