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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b]Lewiston, MT, January 15th[/b]\n\n“Come on,” Thomas protested, “we’re barely cousins, and we didn’t know that until—” He cried out in pain as Felix twisted his arm against this back. That had better be a large caliber Grant was about to pull from under the tarp. Because his frat brothers were pushing the limit of what he was willing to let slide.\n\n“Madoc,” Felix ordered. “Go kick the roo’s ass before he does something that’s going to delay us.”\n\nGrant pulled the item he’d reached for as the rat stepped in his direction and everyone, including Thomas, stared.\n\nInstead of a shotgun, or a rifle, the kangaroo held a piece of wood. From where Thomas stood, it looked weathered and broken in places, with—was that twine—holding pieces in place.\n\nThomas broke from the surprised and focused on the spot next to Grant. Nothing happened, and he cursed mentally. He wasn’t that tired. And even if he’d lose consciousness on arriving, next to the kangaroo, he could protect him. He tightened his chest, ignoring the pain. He needed the shiv—\n\nThomas slipped on the ice as he dropped next to Grant, barely pulling his arm before landing on his back. “Fuck,” he groaned. Great, he was about to lose consciousness. Everything was turning dark.\n\n“I’m glad you pulled that off, Thomas,” Grant said, barely glancing in his direction, “now, you need to get in the truck.”\n\nHaving to focus on the kangaroo made Thomas realize the darkness was because the clouds were growing dark. He reached up, and Grant pulled him to his feet as the wind whipped about. Holding onto the truck to keep from slipping again, he noticed the white van parked further down the road and the capybara who’d just exited it and was heading in their direction.\n\n“He’s with them,” Thomas pointed.\n\nAs if that was the signal the others waited for, Madoc, Limbani, Yating, Gilbert and Felix ran at them. Grant raised his—what was that thing—in their direction and the wind moved hard enough Thomas was pushed against the pickup. It hit the other, knocking them off their feet. Expect for Yating, who staggered a step, then was coming at them again as if the wind wasn’t there.\n\n“Thomas, in the truck.”\n\nThomas stepped around the kangaroo, the wind pushing them together. He raised the… what Thomas had thought was one broken piece of wood was actually many. Nailed together and held in place with varying twines. Thomas staggered, and Grant moved the collection of wood away from him and the wind lost intensity.\n\n“Don’t do this,” Grant told the red panda who was now standing on the other side of the pickup. The kangaroo realigned the… staff, Thomas decided, based on how Grant held it, and the wind picked up. \n\nYating reached forward for the staff. And Thomas wondered what he was trying to do. Even if he was immune to the wind, there was a pickup between— the panda stepped through the pickup’s bed.\n\n“Don’t!” Grant yelled and the wind increases.\n\nThomas stared. How could Yating be in the bed of the truck? The tarp wasn’t even pushed down where—fuck, Yating’s hand was nearly closing on the staff, Thomas had—\n\nThere was a flash of…something, and a sound like a folded leather belt snapping together and Yating was sliding on his back, pushing snow until it stopped him. He wasn’t moving.\n\nWith a curse, Grant shifted his focus to Olavo, who threw himself down as the barrage of wind sent a wall of snow in his direction. Grant looked up, pointed at the clouds, then down, and a lightning bolt struck the van.\n\n“Okay,” Grant said, panting. “That should—”\n\nThe van exploded.\n\nThomas stared. Had there been fireworks in the van? Even if there weren’t any right now, there was always something with gunpowder in it there. It was something of a joke that after fucking in Gilbert’s truck, you couldn’t stand near an open flame or you’d ignite all the gunpowder in your fur.\n\n“In the truck!” Grant ordered, his voice shaking. Thomas rushed in, over the driver’s seats and as he settled in the passenger side the staff went between the seats and Thomas pushed away from it, worried what it might do within the cab’s confines.\n\nThey drove off, then Grant grabbed the wool blanket and threw it over the staff. \n\nStaring at it, Thomas noticed some of the wood looked like siding from a house, while other could have been a part of a fence post.\n\nLooking behind them, Thomas watched as Yating staggered to his feet. He hoped there hadn’t been another brother in the Gilbert’s truck.\n\n“I—”\n\n“Don’t,” Grand cut him off. “I wasn’t going to let them take you, even if it turns out I’m wrong about you.”\n\n“Wrong?” Thomas asked. Then again, louder. “Wrong? You don’t know me, how…” Fuck, He looked around. He needed some place he could land and not kill himself from the momentum the pickup was giving him.\n\n“I was going to let you give me the details of what you’re mixed in, in your own time.” Grant was looking in the rear-view mirror. Thomas looked over the seat. His frat brothers were together, watching them. “I can’t afford to wait anymore. If I’m going to keep you safe, I need to know what’s going on.” Thomas opened his mouth to protest, but the look from Grant silenced him. “Everything, Thomas.”\n\nThomas studied the kangaroo, the comment about having been wrong about Thomas still not sitting well, but he’d just said he would protect him, so Thomas had to believe that, for the moment, he was safe. And this gave him time to rest. So if he needed to, the next time Grant slowed, Thomas would be able to leave.\n\nSo he told him what he’d told his parents.\n\n* * * * *\n\n[b]Highway 87, West bound, MT, January 15[/b]\n\n\n\n“A Vampire? Grant asked in disbelief.\n\n“He tried to bite my neck. That’s a vampire, right?” He considered. “Are those a thing?” It wasn’t like Thomas was certain what could and couldn’t be real anymore. Limbani knew stuff, Yating had stepped through a metal truck.”\n\n“Not the way they’re depicted in movies. They aren’t undead, for one thing. It’s complicated,” he added to Thomas’s tilted ear.\n\nThomas yawned. He’d gone into more details than he’d had with his parents. Grant had insisted on detailed description of the sex. Thomas had been quizzed about his feelings and impressions right after he was done being fucked, or fucking. It had left him with ears burning so hot he figured he’s illuminate the darkness from now own.\n\n“Alright,” Grant said after driving in silence for a few minutes. “You’re definitely Society.”\n\n“And that means what, exactly?”\n\n“Families of sex mages,” Grant replied casually.\n\n“You’re kidding right? There’s no way that… you know what, never mind. That explains the sex-crazy frat. But just guys?”:\n\n“Women fall under the purview of a different god.” Again, the answer was in a casual tone, as if it was a normal thing to say.\n\n“Gods?” Thomas wondered if he could pound his temples until the world made sense again.\n\nGrant sighed, but didn’t immediately elaborate. “Short version. Magic comes through gods, so anyone doing magic has a contract with one of them. Worship generates energy, which powers them and abilities, like that red panda used.”\n\nThomas rubbed his temple. Was that supposed to make any sense? “That can’t be what I am.”\n\n“Normal guys don’t teleport. Hence, you’re magic.”\n\n“But that just started one day.”\n\n“Stories are that your faction—”\n\n“Can we not lump me in with them?” Thomas demanded. “Even before things turned impossible, I was just the outside they allowed in. And now, they’re hunting me. That’s not exactly inclusive behavior.”\n\nGrant opened his muzzle, closed it and let out a breath. “That faction. From what I know of them, have ceremonies that they need to go through before they’ll come into their power. What you described happening in the basement, with the altar and the mask. That has a definite sense of a ceremony.”\n\n“But that was just a hazing,” Thomas protested. “I’m pretty sure Felix is who insisted on it, hoping it would scare me off.”\n\nHe shivered at the memory of Chima over him, moving inside him. Looking into those bottomless eyes sockets.\n\n“Thomas?”\n\nHe shook the memory away and did his best to ignore his hardon. “Look, that other time, I’m the one who put the mask on Chima’s head once in was on the stone.”\n\n“Why?” Grant asked.\n\n“Why what?”\n\n“Why did the two of you do it on the altar? Why did you put the mask on his head?”\n\n“I don’t know.” Thomas tried to remember what had been going through his head, but most of it had been euphoria of all the sex, topping all the guys at the frat for the first time. He remembered keeping Chima for last, but not why. He remembered him, standing by the door to the basement.\n\n* * * * *\n\n[b]Minneapolis, MN. Sigma Theta Gamma frat house, December 10th[/b]\n\n\n\nHe waited for Thomas next to the basement’s door. The naked Adonis, standing proud, hard, eager. Thomas smiled. There were be no hunting needed, unlike with the twelve others who he’d had stalked over the university grounds and frat house. Chima knew what came, what was owed. And he was there.\n\nWhen Thomas approached, the hyena moved down the stairs. Not running, moving to the proper place for this. They would close the circle where they had opened it. Thomas would claim him, where He had claimed Thomas.\n\nThomas’s eyes stayed on that perfect, muscular, ass. Perfect as Chima was perfect. His embodiment in every way. He was male. He was potent, and he would be Thomas’s.\n\nThe room was dark when they entered it. Darker than he remembered, but the block of stone was visible in the center of the room. The altar where Thomas had willing given himself over to Him, and where he would now claim Him.\n\nChima lay back across the stone block and Thomas stood between his legs, lifting them over his shoulders. He paused, studying the large balls, thick, hard and long cock. Something was … not right. He looked higher, those abs were perfect, those pecks, deltoids. Nothing should ever change about them. The face, those eyes…\n\nThomas searched around the dark room.\n\nBy the door, seemingly floating in the darkness, it waited for him. Mask in hand, he returned and put it over Chima’s head. Chima’s gray eyes looked at him through the eyes holes as Thomas took position between his legs.\n\nNow, everything was as it should be.\n\nThomas pushed his cock into the hyena’s ass and groaned. Chima’s head fell back. The hyena’s silence didn’t mask the pleasure he felt. The air vibrated from it around them, through them. He had been waiting for this moment; for Thomas to come and claim Him. And Thomas would perform for Him; show Him that Thomas deserved to own Him.\n\nHe thrust in and out, slow and fast, gentle and rough. He watched the perfect body tense and tremble with his thrusts. The thick, perfect cock bounce and leak; the heavy balls tighten. Thomas drove Him to ecstasy just as he pushed himself closer to it. They were one, the same. The same vitality, shared and owned.The hyena raised his head, and in the low light, all Thomas saw were the empty eye sockets. The mouth moved, sharp predator’s teeth, long incisor, but no words came.\n\nThe approval hit Thomas viscerally.\n\nThomas had given himself over to Him when offered the chance, and now, He was giving Himself over to Thomas, if he wanted him.\n\nHe did.\n\nThomas raised his head as his orgasm hit and let out a silent scream that resonated through both of them.\n\nAnd then, Thomas crumbled on top of Chima.\n\n* * * * *\n\n[b]Highway 87, West bound, MT, January 15[/b]\n\n\n\n“Because it felt right.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "















Lewiston, MT, January 15th

“Come on,” Thomas protested, “we’re barely cousins, and we didn’t know that until—” He cried out in pain as Felix twisted his arm against this back. That had better be a large caliber Grant was about to pull from under the tarp. Because his frat brothers were pushing the limit of what he was willing to let slide.

“Madoc,” Felix ordered. “Go kick the roo’s ass before he does something that’s going to delay us.”

Grant pulled the item he’d reached for as the rat stepped in his direction and everyone, including Thomas, stared.

Instead of a shotgun, or a rifle, the kangaroo held a piece of wood. From where Thomas stood, it looked weathered and broken in places, with—was that twine—holding pieces in place.

Thomas broke from the surprised and focused on the spot next to Grant. Nothing happened, and he cursed mentally. He wasn’t that tired. And even if he’d lose consciousness on arriving, next to the kangaroo, he could protect him. He tightened his chest, ignoring the pain. He needed the shiv—

Thomas slipped on the ice as he dropped next to Grant, barely pulling his arm before landing on his back. “Fuck,” he groaned. Great, he was about to lose consciousness. Everything was turning dark.

“I’m glad you pulled that off, Thomas,” Grant said, barely glancing in his direction, “now, you need to get in the truck.”

Having to focus on the kangaroo made Thomas realize the darkness was because the clouds were growing dark. He reached up, and Grant pulled him to his feet as the wind whipped about. Holding onto the truck to keep from slipping again, he noticed the white van parked further down the road and the capybara who’d just exited it and was heading in their direction.

“He’s with them,” Thomas pointed.

As if that was the signal the others waited for, Madoc, Limbani, Yating, Gilbert and Felix ran at them. Grant raised his—what was that thing—in their direction and the wind moved hard enough Thomas was pushed against the pickup. It hit the other, knocking them off their feet. Expect for Yating, who staggered a step, then was coming at them again as if the wind wasn’t there.

“Thomas, in the truck.”

Thomas stepped around the kangaroo, the wind pushing them together. He raised the… what Thomas had thought was one broken piece of wood was actually many. Nailed together and held in place with varying twines. Thomas staggered, and Grant moved the collection of wood away from him and the wind lost intensity.

“Don’t do this,” Grant told the red panda who was now standing on the other side of the pickup. The kangaroo realigned the… staff, Thomas decided, based on how Grant held it, and the wind picked up.

Yating reached forward for the staff. And Thomas wondered what he was trying to do. Even if he was immune to the wind, there was a pickup between— the panda stepped through the pickup’s bed.

“Don’t!” Grant yelled and the wind increases.

Thomas stared. How could Yating be in the bed of the truck? The tarp wasn’t even pushed down where—fuck, Yating’s hand was nearly closing on the staff, Thomas had—

There was a flash of…something, and a sound like a folded leather belt snapping together and Yating was sliding on his back, pushing snow until it stopped him. He wasn’t moving.

With a curse, Grant shifted his focus to Olavo, who threw himself down as the barrage of wind sent a wall of snow in his direction. Grant looked up, pointed at the clouds, then down, and a lightning bolt struck the van.

“Okay,” Grant said, panting. “That should—”

The van exploded.

Thomas stared. Had there been fireworks in the van? Even if there weren’t any right now, there was always something with gunpowder in it there. It was something of a joke that after fucking in Gilbert’s truck, you couldn’t stand near an open flame or you’d ignite all the gunpowder in your fur.

“In the truck!” Grant ordered, his voice shaking. Thomas rushed in, over the driver’s seats and as he settled in the passenger side the staff went between the seats and Thomas pushed away from it, worried what it might do within the cab’s confines.

They drove off, then Grant grabbed the wool blanket and threw it over the staff.

Staring at it, Thomas noticed some of the wood looked like siding from a house, while other could have been a part of a fence post.

Looking behind them, Thomas watched as Yating staggered to his feet. He hoped there hadn’t been another brother in the Gilbert’s truck.

“I—”

“Don’t,” Grand cut him off. “I wasn’t going to let them take you, even if it turns out I’m wrong about you.”

“Wrong?” Thomas asked. Then again, louder. “Wrong? You don’t know me, how…” Fuck, He looked around. He needed some place he could land and not kill himself from the momentum the pickup was giving him.

“I was going to let you give me the details of what you’re mixed in, in your own time.” Grant was looking in the rear-view mirror. Thomas looked over the seat. His frat brothers were together, watching them. “I can’t afford to wait anymore. If I’m going to keep you safe, I need to know what’s going on.” Thomas opened his mouth to protest, but the look from Grant silenced him. “Everything, Thomas.”

Thomas studied the kangaroo, the comment about having been wrong about Thomas still not sitting well, but he’d just said he would protect him, so Thomas had to believe that, for the moment, he was safe. And this gave him time to rest. So if he needed to, the next time Grant slowed, Thomas would be able to leave.

So he told him what he’d told his parents.

* * * * *

Highway 87, West bound, MT, January 15



“A Vampire? Grant asked in disbelief.

“He tried to bite my neck. That’s a vampire, right?” He considered. “Are those a thing?” It wasn’t like Thomas was certain what could and couldn’t be real anymore. Limbani knew stuff, Yating had stepped through a metal truck.”

“Not the way they’re depicted in movies. They aren’t undead, for one thing. It’s complicated,” he added to Thomas’s tilted ear.

Thomas yawned. He’d gone into more details than he’d had with his parents. Grant had insisted on detailed description of the sex. Thomas had been quizzed about his feelings and impressions right after he was done being fucked, or fucking. It had left him with ears burning so hot he figured he’s illuminate the darkness from now own.

“Alright,” Grant said after driving in silence for a few minutes. “You’re definitely Society.”

“And that means what, exactly?”

“Families of sex mages,” Grant replied casually.

“You’re kidding right? There’s no way that… you know what, never mind. That explains the sex-crazy frat. But just guys?”:

“Women fall under the purview of a different god.” Again, the answer was in a casual tone, as if it was a normal thing to say.

“Gods?” Thomas wondered if he could pound his temples until the world made sense again.

Grant sighed, but didn’t immediately elaborate. “Short version. Magic comes through gods, so anyone doing magic has a contract with one of them. Worship generates energy, which powers them and abilities, like that red panda used.”

Thomas rubbed his temple. Was that supposed to make any sense? “That can’t be what I am.”

“Normal guys don’t teleport. Hence, you’re magic.”

“But that just started one day.”

“Stories are that your faction—”

“Can we not lump me in with them?” Thomas demanded. “Even before things turned impossible, I was just the outside they allowed in. And now, they’re hunting me. That’s not exactly inclusive behavior.”

Grant opened his muzzle, closed it and let out a breath. “That faction. From what I know of them, have ceremonies that they need to go through before they’ll come into their power. What you described happening in the basement, with the altar and the mask. That has a definite sense of a ceremony.”

“But that was just a hazing,” Thomas protested. “I’m pretty sure Felix is who insisted on it, hoping it would scare me off.”

He shivered at the memory of Chima over him, moving inside him. Looking into those bottomless eyes sockets.

“Thomas?”

He shook the memory away and did his best to ignore his hardon. “Look, that other time, I’m the one who put the mask on Chima’s head once in was on the stone.”

“Why?” Grant asked.

“Why what?”

“Why did the two of you do it on the altar? Why did you put the mask on his head?”

“I don’t know.” Thomas tried to remember what had been going through his head, but most of it had been euphoria of all the sex, topping all the guys at the frat for the first time. He remembered keeping Chima for last, but not why. He remembered him, standing by the door to the basement.

* * * * *

Minneapolis, MN. Sigma Theta Gamma frat house, December 10th



He waited for Thomas next to the basement’s door. The naked Adonis, standing proud, hard, eager. Thomas smiled. There were be no hunting needed, unlike with the twelve others who he’d had stalked over the university grounds and frat house. Chima knew what came, what was owed. And he was there.

When Thomas approached, the hyena moved down the stairs. Not running, moving to the proper place for this. They would close the circle where they had opened it. Thomas would claim him, where He had claimed Thomas.

Thomas’s eyes stayed on that perfect, muscular, ass. Perfect as Chima was perfect. His embodiment in every way. He was male. He was potent, and he would be Thomas’s.

The room was dark when they entered it. Darker than he remembered, but the block of stone was visible in the center of the room. The altar where Thomas had willing given himself over to Him, and where he would now claim Him.

Chima lay back across the stone block and Thomas stood between his legs, lifting them over his shoulders. He paused, studying the large balls, thick, hard and long cock. Something was … not right. He looked higher, those abs were perfect, those pecks, deltoids. Nothing should ever change about them. The face, those eyes…

Thomas searched around the dark room.

By the door, seemingly floating in the darkness, it waited for him. Mask in hand, he returned and put it over Chima’s head. Chima’s gray eyes looked at him through the eyes holes as Thomas took position between his legs.

Now, everything was as it should be.

Thomas pushed his cock into the hyena’s ass and groaned. Chima’s head fell back. The hyena’s silence didn’t mask the pleasure he felt. The air vibrated from it around them, through them. He had been waiting for this moment; for Thomas to come and claim Him. And Thomas would perform for Him; show Him that Thomas deserved to own Him.

He thrust in and out, slow and fast, gentle and rough. He watched the perfect body tense and tremble with his thrusts. The thick, perfect cock bounce and leak; the heavy balls tighten. Thomas drove Him to ecstasy just as he pushed himself closer to it. They were one, the same. The same vitality, shared and owned.The hyena raised his head, and in the low light, all Thomas saw were the empty eye sockets. The mouth moved, sharp predator’s teeth, long incisor, but no words came.

The approval hit Thomas viscerally.

Thomas had given himself over to Him when offered the chance, and now, He was giving Himself over to Thomas, if he wanted him.

He did.

Thomas raised his head as his orgasm hit and let out a silent scream that resonated through both of them.

And then, Thomas crumbled on top of Chima.

* * * * *

Highway 87, West bound, MT, January 15



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