Shock and Awe
#5 of A Change for the Better
Quick author's note; sorry for taking so long to post these, but school is killer this year :/
Scott and I were in shocked silence. Jordon stared at us with an awkward face that suggested he was extremely uncomfortable. We remained in our silence for about three minutes before James showed up at the door.
"Hey guys, what's taking ya?" he asked, then he noticed the snow leopard standing on our porch. "Hey," he said to Jordon with a nod of the head as if the snow leopard was as human as he was, "what's up?"
"Well," Jordon said, relieved to have someone to talk to, "I woke up this morning as an anthropomorph and my parents kicked me out, that's two things..."
"Shit, bro!" James said, before extending his hand. "I'm James, you can call me Jay. I like videogames, girls, guns, and friends."
Jordon laughed and took the excited James' hand. "Hi," he said with a slight chuckle, "I'm Jordon. Let's see... I like card games, videogames, guys, and friends too."
"Guys?" James confirmed.
"Yeah, I'm gay."
"Oh, cool." He said, then he chuckled and said, "Gee, seems like nowadays I'm surrounded by nothing gay anthros." Jordon winced slightly at his statement. "Oh no, I'm not prejudice against mutants or anything, I was just saying!"
Jordon's ears perked back to their usual upright position. "Ok, good." He said.
By now I had processed Jordon's "makeover" long enough to be able to speak. "Jordon?" I said. "Holy shit, what happened?!"
Jordon grinned. "I don't know! I just woke up like this!" then the grin vanished from his short muzzle and his ears lowered. "Then my parents freaked out and kicked me out of the house. I was kind of expecting it, to be honest."
Scott snapped back into reality at this statement. "They didn't hurt you, did they?" he asked defensively.
Jordon smirked and held up one paw, showing us the black claws extending from each digit. "They tried to," he said with a triumphant grin, "but they couldn't lay a finger on me!"
Scott smiled. "Good man!" he said. "Or cat, or leopard, or whatever you call yourself." He said with a grin.
"By the way," Jordon said at James, "personally I'm not very fond of the name ‘mutants.' I'd love if you'd call us something else."
"Like what?" he asked in return.
I stepped into the conversation. "How about Furs?"
"Furs..." Scott repeated. "I like it!"
"I like it too." Jordon said.
I smiled at Jordon. "Now why don't you get your newly-grown tail in here so we can play some Seven-Card?"
Jordon smiled wider than before. "Hell yeah! But what am I going to do about my parents?"
"You can bunk with us for a few days until your parents chill." Scott suggested.
"Yeah," I said, "and if your parents insist on being assholes we could always ask our parents if you could move in."
"You think they'd take me?" Jordon asked hopefully but doubtfully.
"They took Scott."
"True." His ears lowered and he looked at his shoes in thought.
"Well, let's worry about that when we have to." Scott said "For now we have a deck of cards waiting for us!"
The rest of the afternoon was spent with cards, save two interruptions. The first was from my parents, who had called to ask if we had seen the news reports that morning and to tell us that they'd be home around four o'clock, just like Jordan had told us yesterday morning.
The second interruption was much more interesting, and started with a ring on our doorbell. Scott and I jumped up from our seats just like we had when Jordan had arrived and together we answered the door. When I pulled the heavy door open I we were greeted face to face to lens by a reporter and her cameraman. "Allison Stark." The woman introduced herself. "I'm from CNN." She was surprising, with very light blond hair that was cut to her chin and a crimson red suit with a white undershirt. Her level of energy was enough to make you feel a little awkward.
I have to admit I was surprised. "Oh... hello." I responded and extended a paw. "I'm Chris Ellis.
Stark slowly took my paw in her hand, but once she made contact she shook firmly and vigorously. "It's an honor... sir!" she stumbled over her words with a grin larger than I knew was possible. She then turned to Scott and shook his paw with the same force, her enormous grin never slipping away from her face. "Hey, I hope you're not busy or anything, I was wondering if we might be able to do a quick interview. It won't take long; I don't even have to come inside."
I looked at Scott and he looked back at me with eyes that said "I don't see why not."
For about ten minutes Stark drilled both Scott and I with questions regarding our mutation and how we feel about it. She caught both of us off guard when she closed her interview with, "Our sources inform us that you two are in fact a gay couple. Any comments?"
Both my and Scott's jaws dropped at the question; we were shocked that it had become such public knowledge. "Yeah, I got something to say." Scott said. "We're not blood relatives so it's not incest and if anyone tries to pull anything against us they'll probably loose an arm, maybe two."
Stark's grin never faded, even at the mention of dismemberment. "Great!" she said. "Thanks a ton guys, this is just the story I need to make my career!" she reached under her coat and pulled out a small piece of plastic. "Here's my card." She said. "Give me a call if you have anything to add!"
"Actually," I cut her off, "I'd like to add something right now."
"Oh?" she said, her grin vanishing for the first time to be replaced by a look of intense curiosity as if I had just offered her the secrets of the universe.
"Yeah," I said, "we, the mutants, that is, aren't very fond of the name ‘mutants.' Call us Furs instead, please."
"Noted!" she said, her grin returning. "Thanks a ton guys, have a great day!"
"You too." Scott replied with a smile.
Later that night I asked my parents if Jordon could stay for dinner, which they happily agreed to. At the dinner table I informed my parents what had happened with Jordon and his parents and that he had nowhere to go. I didn't even have to ask; my parents immediately said that he could live with us.
Over the course of the next week only two other kids at my school changed, one into a wolf like us and another into a fox. The next morning was Thursday, which meant I had my first gym class in weeks. My normal coach, Mr. Holland, had been out the day after I showed up, so we had had health class the entire time instead.
"Alright!" Coach shouted at us. We were all lined up in the center of the gym wearing our uniforms. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed another gym class walking through the gym to go outside. I almost jumped when I noticed that the new wolf was amongst their numbers. "My apologies for being out for so long," Coach continued, "so I'm going to make it up to you guys with this."
With a grin, he released the top of a bag he had been holding and it slumped over, pouring out foam balls the size of cantaloupes. We all cheered; dodge ball. My tail wagged heavily as Coach selected two of the team captains. Low and behold, he chose two of the biggest jocks in school. The two jocks divided our numbers, each selecting the people who were good, saving the unathletic and uninterested for last, with the exception of one; me.
The first jock, Pete, groaned, and the second jock, Kyle, laughed heavily. "Hah!" Kyle cheered. "You're stuck with the mutt!"
My fists curled into tight balls and my eyes narrowed at him. Kyle was laughing as his teammates glared at him, until he looked at me. I snarled menacingly at him and his smile faded quickly. My mane stuck up in anger at Kyle as Coach said, "Alright, let's get it on!"
People took their appropriate sides and grabbed whatever they could. People had torn at the bag like wolves (ironic, right?) and I was left with nothing. Looks like I would be on the defensive for a while.
"Alright, you all know the rules to this game," Coach shouted to us, "if you get hit with the ball you're out, if you deflect the ball in any way then you're safe, and if you catch the ball then the person who through it is out. No headshots and nothing to the crotch." Coach smiled. "Go!"
Coach turned on some techno combat music and we began to play. It was an absolute slaughter; the other team completely destroyed almost all of our players in the first two minutes. It was now only me; they had been saving me for last.
"Kiss your ass goodbye, mutt!" Kyle shouted to me. "Kill him!"
Every player on the enemy team threw a dodge ball at once towards me. It was a pathetic attempt. I did a cartwheel and they all slammed into the wall behind me. I grinned. "Thanks for the ammo guys." I called to them.
I picked up as many of the balls as I could and started to position them in a semicircle in front of me. "What the hell's he doing?" Kyle asked nobody. "Coach, can he keep them for this long?"
"Shut up Gorman. You gave them to him, now you gotta let him do what he wants."
Once all the balls were positioned the way I wanted them, I stood in the center of them. As I was about to execute my plan, the song Run with the Wolves by The Prodigy came on over the gym's built in sound system (this gym class is just full of irony!)
I smiled when I heard the opening percussion of the song, which was one of my favorites. I stood still for a moment, then I smiled deviously at Kyle. "What is he...?" Kyle started to ask, but he didn't have time to finish. I turned around so my back was to him, and quickly I dropped down low to the ground and executed a perfect sweep kick, sending all of the balls flying like flak from a shotgun.
The song continued to play in the background, "You're a muck, that's why I had to cut you down. You run with the wolves while I hunt like a hound. You're a muck, that's why I had to cut you down. You run with the wolves, shout it out loud!"
My attack took out all but three of the enemy players, one of the survivors being Kyle. His eyes were full of panic as he slowly lowered his hands away from his face. "Your turn!" I called to him.
His expression turned from one of fear to one of rage. "Come on, get him!" He shouted. All three of them seized balls and threw them simultaneously. I caught two of the balls, but unfortunately I only had two paws so I had to dodge the other one. Wouldn't you know that the one I missed was Kyle's?
The two other players slowly made the walk of shame to the Out line and sat down. "Okay," Coach shouted, "sudden death time! You know the rules; you can only get someone out if you hit them with a ball; catches don't count. Go!" It was crazy. I threw balls at Kyle. Kyle threw balls at me. People cheered. Not for Kyle.
We were evenly matched, and our duel lasted the duration of the gym period. Coach and the Outs watched with wide eyes and open mouths as we attacked each other. We were neck in neck; our skill levels were close enough to touch. I dodged. I threw. Kyle caught. Kyle threw. I caught. I threw. Kyle dodged. Kyle threw. I caught. I threw. Kyle caught. Kyle threw. I dodged. I threw. Kyle dodged. Kyle threw. This went on for almost a half hour. By now the other gym class had come back in and was watching intently. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the new wolf watching me closely.
Kyle was angry now, and in an attempt to end the game he wildly chucked a ball right at my chest. This was just the barbaric move I needed. I spun around and roundhouse kicked the ball as it came toward me. The foam ball rocketed back, slamming Kyle in the chest. He fell onto his back and the crowd cheered. People on the Out line ran up to me, patting me on the back, high-fiving me, fist-bumping me, anything they could to show their appreciation.
The captain of our team approached me and looked me over with a stern face. I didn't get it; how could he still hate me after the way I slaughtered the enemy team? I was relieved when his stern face vanished and he laughed. "Good job, wolf." He said with a smile. I couldn't be happier; for simply kicking a ball I had been promoted from mutt to wolf. My tail wagged as all of the guys on our team and the other gym class walked back into the locker room.
As soon as I entered the locker room I, along with several other guys, pulled my shirt off, relieved to be free of the now sweaty red garment. "Nice job." Someone said to me.
"Thanks," I said, looking up. My eyes widened when I saw that it was the other wolf. He was among the numbers who had taken his shirt off, and I had clear sight of his body. "Oh," I said surprised, "it's you!"
I stood up. The wolf was my height, with jet-black fur pulled tightly around his thin, muscular body. The only irregularities in his fur were the two golden orbs that were his eyes and the white diamond of fur on his chest. His fur was matted with sweat on his mane and under his arms, and his ears pricked about at each slam of a locker or cheer of a fellow classmate. He smiled, revealing his pearly teeth. "Yeah, it's me."
I stared at the wolf in awe for a moment. "Um," he asked, "you okay?"
"Yeah," I said, snapping back to reality with a quick, spastic shake of my head. "I'm Chris." I held out a paw.
The wolf took my paw in his and we shook. "The name's Legend." He said with a grin. "You can call me Ace."
"Awesome name," I said, "both of ‘em."
"Thanks, I know." Ace unlocked his locker and pulled out his backpack. He reached inside it and pulled out his shirt and pants; a plain black tank top and black jeans, both of which nicely complimented his dark fur. He quickly slid out of his gym shorts and pushed them into his backpack. Even through the loose fabric of his black boxers I could see the bulge that his obviously large sheath made between his legs. This was a wolf that I just had to learn more about.
He picked up his pants and I watched as he pulled them on, buckling a belt over the front. He then picked up the tank-top and slid it on, and it bulged slightly where his thick pectorals pressed against the fabric. "Checking me out?" he asked.
I jumped, not having realized that I was staring at his gorgeous body. "Sorry," I said, "it's hard not to."
"I understand." Ace said with a grin. "After all, I am pretty sexy."
I was shocked; I would have thought that a straight would have been furious if that had happened. "Really? I was worried that a straight guy would hate being checked out by a gay!"
"Yeah, well, not me." He said.
"Hey, what do you have going on Friday night?"
"Hmm, well normally I'd go to the mall and just chill, but I can make different plans if you're interested in anything. What did you have in mind?"
I grinned and my tail wagged heavily. "You like Poker?"
Later on Thursday night I had gone to my mother's hair salon. The desk attendant looked surprised to see me. Who wouldn't? She smiled at me and asked what I needed. Two hours later I paid and left the salon with elaborate stripes and curves of blue highlights in specific places of my fur.
It was seven twenty PM on the next night. Scott, Jordon, James, Ace, and I sat in my living room around a large circular table. My mom walked into the room with a pen and pad in her hand. "I'm ordering pizza." She informed us, "How about I get three? You can each have a half and whoever wants the other half can have it."
"I'll have it." James said. No one objected.
We all replied with something along the lines of yes. "Ok, what does everyone want?" my mom asked us.
"Olives and sausage for me." I said.
"I'll take pepperoni." Scott said.
"Pepperoni's good for me too." James said.
"I'll have sausage and green peppers, please." Jordon said.
"Just cheese for me." Ace said. "I'll put cinnamon on it when it gets here."
"Cinnamon?" Jordon said. "I never even thought of that... I wonder how it'd taste."
"Right." My mother said, having read over the list. "It should be here in a half-hour guys. I'll make the call and then I've got to go." She looked at me and Scott. "Your aunt Jean is having a baby shower tomorrow and invited me. I'll leave some money on the table."
"Why are you leaving now if it's tomorrow?" Ace asked.
"Jean lives in Arizona, so I'm flying there tonight."
"Ah." Ace replied.
"Have a good time boys!" she said. "Behave!"
"We'll try!" I called to her as she left."
Scott grinned as he shuffled our deck of cards. "Alright, standard five-card; you all know the rules. Highest hand wins the pot and the right to choose the next game's wilds."
"Scott," James said, "don't forget, we have two new players." He said with a grin.
"Oh right!" he said with a smile. "Ok, it goes like this; whoever wins the hand not only wins the pot and the wilds for the next game but also the right to ask the next question, which everyone must answer truthfully. This is an honor type of thing, and believe me, I can smell lies a mile away."
"Alright." Ace said with a grin. "This should be fun"
"Deal!" Jordon told Scott, who then deftly distributed five cards to everybody.
"Dealer gets first choice and question. Fives are wild. The question is; what type of music do you like?"
People answered the question as they looked over their hands. "Techno and modern rock." I said.
"Anything alternative." James said.
"I like some of everything except classical and rap, I hate those." Jordon said.
"A little of everything." Ace told us.
"Alright," Scott said, "I like rock, alternative, and some other stuff here and there. Depends on the sound." He sifted through his cards, determining the ones he would keep and what he would get rid of. The round went on and eventually Ace won with a full house king high. "Ace wins." Scott said.
Everyone handed their cards back to Scott and Ace collected his chips. "Cool." Ace said. "Eights are wild. Question's; what is your sexuality?" the question was obviously directed and both Jordon and James.
"Duh." Both Scott and I said at the same time.
"I'm gay." Jordon said coolly.
"Heh, I'm straight." James said.
Ace nodded his head in contemplation. "Alright." He said. We all knew what he would say; straight. "I'm gay." He said.
We stared at him with wide eyes and open mouths. Ace just smiled back at us. We were silent a moment before James snapped back to the game. "Okay." He said. "Let's play Poker."
The round ended in favor of me. "Four jacks." Scott said. "You win, hun!" he nuzzled me under the chin quickly and I giggled.
"Thanks hun. Okay, aces wild, the question is; are you a virgin?"
Scott giggled. "Nope, thanks to you."
James answered "Yeah."
"Mhm." Jordon said.
"Yeah." Was Ace's reply. "Waiting for the right guy to show up." He said. Jordon squirmed slightly in his seat, and Ace noticed. It was then that Ace knew what his next question would be. The round was won once again by Ace, who shot down James' four queens with four kings.
"Aww!" James said, having lost almost half his chips in that maneuver.
"Ace wins again!" Scott said.
"Naturally." Ace replied with a devious smile. "Okay, fours wild, question is; do you have a crush on anyone in this room?"
We were all surprised at his question (Ace was good at surprising us). I was first to answer, "Hehe, kind of a little bit." I said, nuzzling Scott's cheek.
"Aww you're too cute!" was Scott's response.
"No." James answered.
Jordon looked up nervously at Ace and Ace looked calmly down at Jordon. "Yeah," Jordon said. "You." We all gasped except for Ace; we didn't see that coming. Ace simply smiled; he had guessed correctly. We were silent for a moment. "And you?" Jordon asked.
"Yeah." Ace said, looking up at me. Jordon slumped slightly in his chair, his tail drooping lifelessly to the floor and his ears flattening against his skull. He looked down at his bare foot-paws, waiting for Ace to say my name. "You." Ace said. He leaned over and nuzzled the top of Jordon's head affectionately. Jordon froze in surprise. "Wanna be my boyfriend?" Ace asked.
Jordon looked up and stared at Ace with giant feline eyes. "You mean it?" he asked. Ace nodded. "This isn't like one of those ‘Haha I was joking' things?" Ace shook his head. Jordon was still doubtful. "Prove it." he said, almost positive that Ace would be unable to.
"Alright." Ace said. He wrapped his left arm around Jordon's neck and placed his right paw on Jordon's cheek. Utilizing both of his arms, he pulled Jordon's head close to his and pressed his muzzle against Jordon's. He slid his tongue passed Jordon's hesitant jowls and licked at Jordon's pearly teeth, then moving on to lick the roof of Jordon's mouth and his tongue.
The two were obviously in pure bliss. Jordon scooted closer to Ace and hooked his arms under Ace's arms. The two made out for more than a minute and Scott, James, and I just watched, shocked at how much had happened in the course of two minutes. The doorbell rang and Scott, James, and I jumped up, leaving the wolf and leopard to enjoy each other while we collected the pizzas. When we came back into the room Jordon was leaning against Ace, who was fondling with a small tuff of fur on Jordon's ear.
"Guys, pizza's here." I told them.
"Good." Ace smirked. "That little taste made me hungry."
The five of us relocated to the kitchen, Ace always having a furry black arm around Jordon's waist. We all grabbed a slice and went back into the room. Our poker game continued for most of the night. Eventually James ran out of chips. "Well, I'm off." He said.
"Don't leave now!" Scott said disappointedly.
"Sorry guys, but I got a ton of homework this weekend and I wanna get a head start on it. I'll catch up with you guys later." We all said goodbyes and James left.
I tried to shift my pants inconspicuously to hide my slowly swelling wolfhood. I knew that now was not the time, but watching to hot guys make out does tend to have that affect on me. Apparently Scott noticed, as it was his turn to choose the question, and he said, "On a one-to-ten scale, how horny are you right now?"
My eyes widened. ‘Oh shit...' I thought. ‘He saw...' I had no choice but to answer truthfully. "Seven."
Scott grinned deviously. It was now Jordon's turn to answer, and he did. "Eight."
Ace grinned happily. "Eleven."
"Well I'm an eight." He said with a devious grin. "What do you say we get it on?"
Jordon and my jaws dropped. Was he serious? Apparently Ace was in agreement, as he was in the process of pulling the tight black tee-shirt off over his head. Scott smiled and turned to me. He hooked his paws under my arms and pulled me out up from my chair. He discarded his shirt and threw it onto the floor. He then stepped up to me and pulled me into a kiss. I felt awkward at first, doing this in the presence of two other guys, but my awkward feeling quickly vanished when I noticed Jordon and Ace already shirtless and making out.
I leaned into Scott's kiss and slipped my tongue into his mouth. Scott reached his arms under my shirt and pulled it over my head, also discarding it onto the floor. He pushed me onto the carpeted floor and leaned down over me, and with a short, deft movement, he undid the button of my pants and dragged my pants away. The grey fabric of my boxers was heavily tented and spotted with a small dark spot of pre. Scott licked his lips and pulled them away...
Ace and Jordon fell to the floor, their chest fur mixing black and white as they kissed on the carpet. Ace flipped so that he was on top of Jordon and licked his chops as he undid Jordon's pants. He pulled the heavy black cargo-pants away from Jordon's legs and smiled at the sight of Jordon's tenting red boxers. He ran his nose from the tight bulge in the fabric that was Jordon's enormous sac up to Jordon's lips, and they kissed as Ace pulled away Jordon's boxers...
Scott ran his paws through my fur, tracing his claws in my blue highlights. I murred as his tiny weapons scraped across the surface of my skin enough to make me tingle but not to hurt. He lowered himself so his muzzle was between my legs and looked longingly at my fully hardened eleven-and-a-half inch cock. He skipped the teasing phase, immediately taking my entire cock into his maw. I moaned and clawed at the carpet as his tongue worked his magic on my sweet spots. He had become professional at this.
Ace pressed his nose into Jordon's exposed and vulnerable sac, taking in his new boyfriend's masculinity. Ace gently lapped at Jordon's precious jewels as Jordon purred and moaned. Jordon's fully erect pink cock stood at attention now. At ten-and-a-half inches, it was thick, tall, and enough meat to last Ace for years. A bead of pre dripped from the tip as it eagerly awaited some sort of action.
Ace ran his tongue from its base to the tip, savoring the flavor of his new boyfriend. Jordon was enjoying every moment of his treatment, but stopped Ace. "No," he said, pushing up on Ace's chest so that they flipped positions, "you're taking me first." Ace grinned; he preferred to be the dominant one anyway.
Meanwhile Scott had done an excellent job of lubing me up. My red cock was now slick and glistening with a combination of spit and pre. I pulled Scott up to me and pressed my cock against his tail hole. He smiled and slowly pressed back, easing his ass down over my cock. We both let out moans of happiness as the new feeling of tightness returned to our different organs. It took a lot of self control to not blow my load right then and there. I placed my paws on his hips and slowly coaxed him into a bobbing motion...
Jordon bobbed his head heavily over the surface of Ace's thick, black cock. Like me his cock was eleven-and-a-half inches long and already glossy with a thick film of spit and pre. Ace sat up, pressing his toned, firm abdominals against the top of Jordon's soft head. He hooked his paws under Jordon's arms and pulled him into his lap. Ace did a quick flipping motion so that he was looming on his knees over Jordon who was on his back. Ace pressed his now slick tip against Jordon's tail. "Do you think we're moving to fast?" Ace asked with a look of concern.
Jordon leaned up and planted a quick kiss on Ace's nose. "Take me."
Scott bobbed in my lap and I thrusted against his tail hole. Scott's own saliva coated the inside of his ass, and he wouldn't have it any other way. I thrusted as much as I could, my knot slapping noisily against his rim. "Hun," I said between pants and moans, "s-should... I... tie..."
"Y-ye..." was all Scott was able to say. His senses were slowly deserted him as a powerful euphoria took hold of him. His spine tingled with rapture and his cocked spasmed and spurted pre across my chest. With a few powerful thrusts my knot finally slipped inside of him. I couldn't hold on any longer...
Ace thrusted as fast as he could in and out of Jordon's tail hole. Jordon's tail wrapped itself around one of Ace's legs as Ace reached a paw and began to paw Jordon off. Jordon gazed absently into Ace's beautiful golden eyes as Ace preformed his work. During the course of their entire five-minute session, Jordon managed to say one word, which he said now. "Tie..." Ace had no choice but to comply, and with a few more powerful thrusts, his knot popped in and both he and Jordon lost the fight to hold onto their loads.
I couldn't take it. The new feeling of tightness around my knot was too much for my enormous balls to handle. They finally gave up the fight, and my cock spasmed as my seed shot in nine long, hot ropes from the end of my rifle-like cock. Scott's insides were instantly greasy with hot wolf cum, which apparently was too much pleasure for him to handle. Without ever having been touched once, Scott's eleven inch cock blasted eight thick ropes of cum across my chest and muzzle.
Ace's loose-hanging balls pulled tight against is body and he howled as his thick, creamy seed spilled into new lover's ass in the form of eight thick strings. Jordon let out a long moan as his load exploded from his tip, coating Ace's hand and both of their chests in his rich feline cum. Ace flipped them around quickly and they fell onto each other, Ace's cock still firmly lodged in Jordon's ass. Their binding act was completed; they belonged to each other.
The four of us, now completely drained of energy, collapsed onto our respective lover's bodies and drifted into a deep, rejuvenating sleep that would last until the late morning.
The four of us were awoken the next morning by the sound of my phone playing I'm Not Alone by Calvin Harris. I reluctantly pulled my cock out of Scott's tail hole and walked completely naked and with full morning wood over to the kitchen table where my phone was vibrating.
Jordon lifted his head off of Ace's cum-matted chest and gazed into his eyes. "Morning hun." He said.
"Morning babe." Ace replied. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah." Jordon said distantly.
"Everything okay Kitty?" Ace asked concerned.
"Yes." Jordon said with a contented smile. "Everything's great. Everything's as it should be." Ace smiled and pulled Jordon back onto his head and they rested until I would return to the room.
I reached my cell phone and checked the caller ID. James. What could he want? I grabbed the tiny device from the table and turned around to see Scott standing there. He was looking up at me, also with heavy morning wood. He reached a finger up and wiped a small string of pre away from my tip. I murred as his furry digit grazed across my member. He smirked and walked back into the living room towards the couch, his tail swishing with every step.
I grinned and flipped the phone open. "Yo, what's up?"
"Are you watching the news?" James asked with an exciting tone.
"No, what's going on?"
"Channel ten." Was his only response. "Something's going on with the news network, they think it's being hacked!"
I walked back into the room. When I got there Ace and Jordon had separated and were now cuddling on the couch, still fully naked and with heavy morning wood. Ace fingered Jordon's cock gently and Jordon was purring contentedly in Ace's lap with his back to Ace's firm, heavily developed chest.
I scooped up the television remote from the coffee table and turned on the LCD screen. The forty-two inch screen flickered into life and I entered "010" into the keypad. A news anchor was seen sitting behind a desk with a worried look on her face. The image was incredibly snowy and difficult to discern.
"Please stand bye, we are experiencing technical dificul-" the woman was cut off when the news feed changed to a crystal-clear, high-definition, and extremely horrifying scene. An anthro-husky was seen kneeling down in the center of a dark room. The only light was from a spotlight shining down on the husky from the ceiling of the room. The husky was naked, gagged, and chained to hooks in the floor. Behind him stood two menacing figures dressed in heavy clothing, had thick brown overcoats that came down to their ankles, wore mouthless brown ski-masks, and each held a Mac 10 in their gloved fists.
In front of the husky stood a similarly dressed figure, only he had no weapon. "Humans of the planet Earth," he said in a disguised but obviously North American voice, "we are being faced with an invasion of genetic mutants. These creatures have come onto our planet, and now they are slowly taking it over. We must not allow these... things... to exist. They cannot be allowed to corrupt our governments, to contaminate the minds of our children, to take our place as the dominant species on this planet.
"What you are about to witness is the first move of a great crusade. My name is Rook, and I shall not allow these vermin to commit their sins. I serve a higher purpose, and that higher purpose has commanded my actions. We are the children of God, not these creatures. We cannot coexist with such evil beings."
With those words Rook reached into his trench coat and drew a solid black handgun. He approached the husky, who was now sobbing, hyperventilating, and shaking uncontrollably, rattling the chains that held him in a kneeling position on the cold, dark floor. Rook aimed the handgun between the husky's grey eyes and cocked the hammer. The husky's eyes went wide and he let out a pitiful shriek past the wooden gag.
"You are an abomination." Rook said, and with those final words Rook depressed the trigger of the handgun and a nine millimeter bullet exploded from the end of the gun. The husky's body went limp and collapsed in a heap on the floor.
"NO!" Scott screamed. He collapsed to his knees and began to weep freely. Jordon and Ace also began to cry.
Rook turned and looked at the camera. "This execution is the first of many. We are the Human Supremacy Coalition, and we will not stop until every mutant is exterminated." The feed was then terminated and the news anchor reappeared on the screen, her mouth agape and her eyes wet with tears.
My hand fell from my ear to my side and I dropped the phone to the carpet. I collapsed to my knees and tears fell from the corners of my lupine eyes. My muzzle wrinkled into a furious snarl and I shook with anger. I didn't know who Rook was, but I would find him.
I would make him pay.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Listen to ‘Run with the Wolves' by The Prodigy here; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9rwQ8VhSkg
Credits:
Ace Wolf â€" the character Legend (Ace)
Snowkit â€" the character Jordon
I told you that things would get interesting! Also, to Snowkit and Ace Wolf; my apologies if I messed anything up with your characters ie; what kind of pizza they like and/or any of the questions asked at Poker, I was just making guesses :/ Also I hope you two don't mind being mates because at this point you don't have much of a choice ^^