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"writing": "Life quickly returned to normality.\n\nAfter the session of mourning at the frat, Niel got a few hours of sleep before he had to be on the field for practice. Coach Horgar barely looked his way the entire time. Then it was classes, studying, and before he knew it. The day was over and he was getting ready for the next one.\n\nIt shouldn’t be this easy for things to get back to normal. He’d seen too much death and destruction in only a few hours to simply go back to the way thing were and not talk about it because there had been magic and no one could know about that. He couldn’t even tell Stewart, not that he felt a need to tell him, since that would bring up Jarod and his visit.\n\nWhy had no one brought up therapy? Did they think he didn’t need it just because he was one of them? Victor was in therapy. Only As far as Niel knew, Victor hadn’t been initiated, so maybe that meant it was fine for him, while Niel could simply go back to normal?\n\nNot that the normal now, was the same as before. Now, after morning drills, Limbani met up with him for his guaranteed sex. The monkey had jumped on the chance to ensure Niel didn’t starve even on the worse days. He’d gone so far as to bring up Niel moving into the Frat, since he was one of them. Niel vetoed the idea before anyone commented. He had practice way too early in the morning pretty much every day. He didn’t want to risk one of them keeping him up too late, or worry about Coach Horgar barging in to bang on his door.\n\nIt took Niel a few days, much to a dalmatian’s consternation, but he got back to arranging his own sexual encounters between classes. The dalmatian had found him on that first day and insisted Niel come with him so they could fuck. Niel firmly told him no, that he wasn’t in the mood and to stop being so pushy. The dalmatian had stomped off, and Niel had felt bad about snapping at him, but he couldn’t find him to make it up later in the week.\n\nOlavo explained he didn’t have to overdo it. He didn’t need so much. He could take his time getting back to it. \n\nNiel narrowed his eyes. “I’d like to see you just have sex once a day, since that’s all you need to live.” Niel hadn’t been interested in the capybara’s response. Let him try if he was interested. Niel would have all the sex he could manage, since it looked more and more like therapy wasn’t going to be suggested and he had no idea who he could safely discuss anything he’d gone through with.\n\nBy the time the week was over, Niel found himself thinking of France as some strange nightmare, or a memory that might not be his. The only thing that kept him from writing the entire incident as imaginary were the pictures update Roland sent on his unchanging condition. The pictures showed what a two-inch guy could get up when it came to sex.\n\nNiel believed sex could take near-infinite forms, but he found the idea of someone his best friend’s size still going at it was… taking some getting used to. Especially when paired with images of the rat performing some of them.\n\nBut those were occasional distractions from what became routine again. Training, classes, studying. Trying to come up with some angle on Rome for his Ancient History class.\n\nHe looked at the spines of the books on the shelves, hoping a title would give him something the teacher wouldn’t have read a hundred times over. The Caesars were out. Even the least known would have been covered by someone going for the most obscure one just so no one could claim they’d written yet another paper on Julius.\n\nHis finger paused on a spine as he read it: Roman Travels.\n\nHow about the roads? The Romans were famous for them, but he didn’t know of that many papers. Maybe he could drop the ‘all roads lead to Rome’ phrase for some extra points. His teacher liked modern idioms within historical context.\n\nWas it a modern expression, though? \n\nA quick search on his phone traced it all the way back to the twelfth century. \n\nThat wouldn’t be modern enough for the teacher, but it opened the door to a paper he doubted anyone would write since, instead of tackling Rome head on, this would be approaching it from the side.\n\nWhat other proverb had Rome given the world that people still used today? Or if he didn’t find enough for the paper, maybe he could add the changes they had undergone that led to what was used today. The site had cited a Roman philosopher’s book when talking about how ‘all roads’ had come to be, and mentioned how more saying had come from it, so he was looking for that one among the shelves when he realized someone walked into the section.\n\nThe pallas cat paused, and Niel tried to place him. There weren’t a lot of Ancient History students, so he’d know him if they shared the class, and pallas cats weren’t common and he hadn’t… no, he had met one.\n\n“Hello,” Fedor said. “Saw you here. Wanted to say hello.”\n\nNiel shivered. He’d forgotten how thick his accent was. “You saw me?” he asked, grinning. “All the way back here, from the front?”\n\nThe pallas cat smiled. “Friend may tell stories of Ancient Roman exploits.”\n\nNiel headed for the cat, and Fedor met him halfway. “And you somehow knew to find me here?”\n\nThe cat ran a finger down the raccoon’s shirt. “Friend may tell of Niel’s exploits with Romans.”\n\nNiel cupped Fedor’s crotch. The cat was already hard. “You’re looking for a repeat of the party?”\n\nFedor frowned. “Party good.”\n\nNiel chuckled and unzipped the cat. “You were really good.” He pulled the cock out and stroked it. Hard, thick, and long. He remembered how good it felt sliding in and out of him. How did it taste? He dropped to his knees and swallowed it to the hilt before Fedor could comment, then the cat was unable to comment through his moaning.\n\nThe pants dropped to the floor as Niel swallowed the cock to the root again. He took the balls in a hand, impressed with how thick the fur was on them, just as with everywhere else on the pallas cat. He squeezed them, and the cat thrust with a grunt. With a hand on Niel’s head, Fedor took control.\n\nThe cock moved in his muzzle. Deep thrust, then shallow ones, and deep again. The grunting intensified as the thrusting gained urgency. Then cum filled his muzzle. Niel had to swallow rapidly to avoid choking.\n\nNiel stood once released.\n\n“I do same?” The cat asked, panting.\n\n“If it’s the same to you.” Niel smiled. “I’d rather have a go at that ass of yours.”\n\nFedor frowned. “Not same. You suck me. The same is I suck you.”\n\nNiel stifled the laughter. “It’s an expression. It means: ‘if you don’t mind’.”\n\n“English is strange. Russian is more straight.”\n\nNiel covered his muzzle to keep the volume down. “I think you mean straightforward,” he said once he had the laughter under control.\n\nThe pallas cat narrowed his eyes, opened his muzzle, then shook his head. “Fucking me is good.”\n\nNiel grinned and turned the cat around, sinking his fingers into the thick fur. “I love this,” he whispered.\n\n“You give massage,” Fedor said, then pressed his ass back. “After fuck.”\n\nNile pulled a packet of lube before dropping his pants. “Try to keep it down,” he whispered as he lubed his cock. “This is a library.” Then, he slowly pushed his cock into the pallas cat’s ass.\n\n* * * * *\n\n“Look,” Niel said as he followed Olavo up the stairs. “I’m not asking you to get me the entire encyclopedia on the Survivors. I’m just looking for the overall history.”\n\nThe capybara pulled Niel into his bedroom. “And I’d like to help you.” He closed the door and took his clothes off. “But what you want doesn’t exist. The Cuevet refuse to put anything in writing.”\n\n“Is that going to be for every family?” Niel asked, undressing. “Or is it because of the tension I felt in the room? You know, before they found out who my father was, and things exploded?” He winced as the word brought the sound of the large barrel impacting the car, his fear that Roland had—\n\nArms held him close and after a few seconds, he stopped shaking. “I’m okay, thanks.”\n\nOlavo studied him, then pushed him on the bed. “The tension predates this Patriarch.” He climbed on. “I don’t know how the other Survivor families keep their records.”\n\n“Then, can you put me in touch with someone who—”\n\n“Yes, yes. But once I’m done with you.”\n\nNiel grinned and spread his legs.\n\n* * * * *\n\nDario was who Olavo put Niel in contact with. The same Dario who had sought him out while staying with the Medeiros. The capybara had many stories for him about the Survivors and how they came to be, but some contradicted others. Even the members of his family didn’t agree which ones were true or not.\n\nNiel confirmed the expedition to Antarctica took place around World War Two. Maybe before, maybe after, Dario wasn’t sure, but he was certain Nazis were involved. Dario agreed to talk with someone he knew within the Suzuki family and try to get them to contact Niel, but he couldn’t promise anything.\n\nWith a starting point, Niel filled his free time with research. The Second World War was now old enough. Nearly everything about it was declassified, which gave him a lot to go through.\n\nHe found four expeditions to Antarctica during the war. One in thirty-eight, one in thirty-nine, nineteen-forty, and in forty-three. They were two other expeditions by Argentina, but the only thing that matched was the timeframe. Niel found nothing linking them to the war. If either of them were where the Survivors might have originated, Niel was confident there would have been at least one story involving them in everything Dario had told him, but while they varied on many details, Nazis were prominent in all of them. As were the Allies and the sense one side had reacted to the other heading there.\n\nThat gave him the Third German Expedition, The United States Service Expedition, or the German Pacific Commerce ones as the likely candidates, but they shared the same problems. People had returned to tell the tale.\n\nNiel knew five men had survived, but only because he knew about the Survivors. The rest of the world thought their expedition had been lost, and those were harder to find. By the time of the Second World War, the dangers of the Antarctic were documented. So, expeditions turned around as soon as something went wrong. Every documented expedition he found demonstrated that.\n\nBut what if it hadn’t been documented?\n\nThe Nazi party was in charge of Germany as early as 1933. Everything Dario had told him came from oral history. What if the time frame has shifted over the telling? It made for a more dramatic story if the war motivated it.\n\nGoing that far back gave him eight more expeditions, taking place between nineteen thirty-three and thirty-eight. Three of them were never heard of again. One was a German one, in thirty-seven, followed by one from the British.\n\nNo one told him the US was involved in it. He’d made the assumption. He was American, after all. But was Jarod? And if he was, how hard would it be for him to pass himself off as of a different nationality before widespread computers?\n\nAll he found on them were the captain’s names, a description, both of which boiled down to ‘going to explore the unknown’. Only the German expedition came with a list of the researchers.\n\nLooking up the British captain and all his commands, he found one in Thirty-seven, jointly founded by the British Museum and Cambridge University. Digging through those two institutions, he found letters mentioning a flight over the Antarctic and sightings of a structure in the ice. The discussion over multiple letters revolved around if they could allow the Germans the prestige of discovering a previously unknown civilization.\n\nIn the later letters, they discussed who should be involved, and the name Jarod Irvine jumped out. Looking him up within the Cambridge public files, He found an archeology teacher and researcher… in his sixties. The pictures Niel found within the file showed him to be in good shape for his age. Without the date of birth, Niel would have said he was no older than fifty. That still made him too old to be the Jarod Niel met in France.\n\nHe located Jarod’s obituary. Nineteen forty-eight. Declared dead along with the rest of the expedition to the Antarctic.\n\nOkay. That confirmed Jarod had been on the expedition. If he accepted that the one he’d met that looked like his older brother, instead of being a centennial, he’d found the expedition he was looking for. And he couldn’t dismiss it outright. Magic was involved. There was no telling how it worked in their case. Maybe Niel wouldn’t be stuck as a teenager his entire, long, life. He might age until he matched Jarod, before his body went into living stasis.\n\nEven accepting that, he was left with more questions than answers, and the infuriating part was that Jarod knew the answers to all of them and had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with Niel or his questions. All he wanted was his dream life with his current wife in a French village that was too fucking perfect to be real.\n\nSo… More research.",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Life quickly returned to normality.
After the session of mourning at the frat, Niel got a few hours of sleep before he had to be on the field for practice. Coach Horgar barely looked his way the entire time. Then it was classes, studying, and before he knew it. The day was over and he was getting ready for the next one.
It shouldn’t be this easy for things to get back to normal. He’d seen too much death and destruction in only a few hours to simply go back to the way thing were and not talk about it because there had been magic and no one could know about that. He couldn’t even tell Stewart, not that he felt a need to tell him, since that would bring up Jarod and his visit.
Why had no one brought up therapy? Did they think he didn’t need it just because he was one of them? Victor was in therapy. Only As far as Niel knew, Victor hadn’t been initiated, so maybe that meant it was fine for him, while Niel could simply go back to normal?
Not that the normal now, was the same as before. Now, after morning drills, Limbani met up with him for his guaranteed sex. The monkey had jumped on the chance to ensure Niel didn’t starve even on the worse days. He’d gone so far as to bring up Niel moving into the Frat, since he was one of them. Niel vetoed the idea before anyone commented. He had practice way too early in the morning pretty much every day. He didn’t want to risk one of them keeping him up too late, or worry about Coach Horgar barging in to bang on his door.
It took Niel a few days, much to a dalmatian’s consternation, but he got back to arranging his own sexual encounters between classes. The dalmatian had found him on that first day and insisted Niel come with him so they could fuck. Niel firmly told him no, that he wasn’t in the mood and to stop being so pushy. The dalmatian had stomped off, and Niel had felt bad about snapping at him, but he couldn’t find him to make it up later in the week.
Olavo explained he didn’t have to overdo it. He didn’t need so much. He could take his time getting back to it.
Niel narrowed his eyes. “I’d like to see you just have sex once a day, since that’s all you need to live.” Niel hadn’t been interested in the capybara’s response. Let him try if he was interested. Niel would have all the sex he could manage, since it looked more and more like therapy wasn’t going to be suggested and he had no idea who he could safely discuss anything he’d gone through with.
By the time the week was over, Niel found himself thinking of France as some strange nightmare, or a memory that might not be his. The only thing that kept him from writing the entire incident as imaginary were the pictures update Roland sent on his unchanging condition. The pictures showed what a two-inch guy could get up when it came to sex.
Niel believed sex could take near-infinite forms, but he found the idea of someone his best friend’s size still going at it was… taking some getting used to. Especially when paired with images of the rat performing some of them.
But those were occasional distractions from what became routine again. Training, classes, studying. Trying to come up with some angle on Rome for his Ancient History class.
He looked at the spines of the books on the shelves, hoping a title would give him something the teacher wouldn’t have read a hundred times over. The Caesars were out. Even the least known would have been covered by someone going for the most obscure one just so no one could claim they’d written yet another paper on Julius.
His finger paused on a spine as he read it: Roman Travels.
How about the roads? The Romans were famous for them, but he didn’t know of that many papers. Maybe he could drop the ‘all roads lead to Rome’ phrase for some extra points. His teacher liked modern idioms within historical context.
Was it a modern expression, though?
A quick search on his phone traced it all the way back to the twelfth century.
That wouldn’t be modern enough for the teacher, but it opened the door to a paper he doubted anyone would write since, instead of tackling Rome head on, this would be approaching it from the side.
What other proverb had Rome given the world that people still used today? Or if he didn’t find enough for the paper, maybe he could add the changes they had undergone that led to what was used today. The site had cited a Roman philosopher’s book when talking about how ‘all roads’ had come to be, and mentioned how more saying had come from it, so he was looking for that one among the shelves when he realized someone walked into the section.
The pallas cat paused, and Niel tried to place him. There weren’t a lot of Ancient History students, so he’d know him if they shared the class, and pallas cats weren’t common and he hadn’t… no, he had met one.
“Hello,” Fedor said. “Saw you here. Wanted to say hello.”
Niel shivered. He’d forgotten how thick his accent was. “You saw me?” he asked, grinning. “All the way back here, from the front?”
The pallas cat smiled. “Friend may tell stories of Ancient Roman exploits.”
Niel headed for the cat, and Fedor met him halfway. “And you somehow knew to find me here?”
The cat ran a finger down the raccoon’s shirt. “Friend may tell of Niel’s exploits with Romans.”
Niel cupped Fedor’s crotch. The cat was already hard. “You’re looking for a repeat of the party?”
Fedor frowned. “Party good.”
Niel chuckled and unzipped the cat. “You were really good.” He pulled the cock out and stroked it. Hard, thick, and long. He remembered how good it felt sliding in and out of him. How did it taste? He dropped to his knees and swallowed it to the hilt before Fedor could comment, then the cat was unable to comment through his moaning.
The pants dropped to the floor as Niel swallowed the cock to the root again. He took the balls in a hand, impressed with how thick the fur was on them, just as with everywhere else on the pallas cat. He squeezed them, and the cat thrust with a grunt. With a hand on Niel’s head, Fedor took control.
The cock moved in his muzzle. Deep thrust, then shallow ones, and deep again. The grunting intensified as the thrusting gained urgency. Then cum filled his muzzle. Niel had to swallow rapidly to avoid choking.
Niel stood once released.
“I do same?” The cat asked, panting.
“If it’s the same to you.” Niel smiled. “I’d rather have a go at that ass of yours.”
Fedor frowned. “Not same. You suck me. The same is I suck you.”
Niel stifled the laughter. “It’s an expression. It means: ‘if you don’t mind’.”
“English is strange. Russian is more straight.”
Niel covered his muzzle to keep the volume down. “I think you mean straightforward,” he said once he had the laughter under control.
The pallas cat narrowed his eyes, opened his muzzle, then shook his head. “Fucking me is good.”
Niel grinned and turned the cat around, sinking his fingers into the thick fur. “I love this,” he whispered.
“You give massage,” Fedor said, then pressed his ass back. “After fuck.”
Nile pulled a packet of lube before dropping his pants. “Try to keep it down,” he whispered as he lubed his cock. “This is a library.” Then, he slowly pushed his cock into the pallas cat’s ass.
* * * * *
“Look,” Niel said as he followed Olavo up the stairs. “I’m not asking you to get me the entire encyclopedia on the Survivors. I’m just looking for the overall history.”
The capybara pulled Niel into his bedroom. “And I’d like to help you.” He closed the door and took his clothes off. “But what you want doesn’t exist. The Cuevet refuse to put anything in writing.”
“Is that going to be for every family?” Niel asked, undressing. “Or is it because of the tension I felt in the room? You know, before they found out who my father was, and things exploded?” He winced as the word brought the sound of the large barrel impacting the car, his fear that Roland had—
Arms held him close and after a few seconds, he stopped shaking. “I’m okay, thanks.”
Olavo studied him, then pushed him on the bed. “The tension predates this Patriarch.” He climbed on. “I don’t know how the other Survivor families keep their records.”
“Then, can you put me in touch with someone who—”
“Yes, yes. But once I’m done with you.”
Niel grinned and spread his legs.
* * * * *
Dario was who Olavo put Niel in contact with. The same Dario who had sought him out while staying with the Medeiros. The capybara had many stories for him about the Survivors and how they came to be, but some contradicted others. Even the members of his family didn’t agree which ones were true or not.
Niel confirmed the expedition to Antarctica took place around World War Two. Maybe before, maybe after, Dario wasn’t sure, but he was certain Nazis were involved. Dario agreed to talk with someone he knew within the Suzuki family and try to get them to contact Niel, but he couldn’t promise anything.
With a starting point, Niel filled his free time with research. The Second World War was now old enough. Nearly everything about it was declassified, which gave him a lot to go through.
He found four expeditions to Antarctica during the war. One in thirty-eight, one in thirty-nine, nineteen-forty, and in forty-three. They were two other expeditions by Argentina, but the only thing that matched was the timeframe. Niel found nothing linking them to the war. If either of them were where the Survivors might have originated, Niel was confident there would have been at least one story involving them in everything Dario had told him, but while they varied on many details, Nazis were prominent in all of them. As were the Allies and the sense one side had reacted to the other heading there.
That gave him the Third German Expedition, The United States Service Expedition, or the German Pacific Commerce ones as the likely candidates, but they shared the same problems. People had returned to tell the tale.
Niel knew five men had survived, but only because he knew about the Survivors. The rest of the world thought their expedition had been lost, and those were harder to find. By the time of the Second World War, the dangers of the Antarctic were documented. So, expeditions turned around as soon as something went wrong. Every documented expedition he found demonstrated that.
But what if it hadn’t been documented?
The Nazi party was in charge of Germany as early as 1933. Everything Dario had told him came from oral history. What if the time frame has shifted over the telling? It made for a more dramatic story if the war motivated it.
Going that far back gave him eight more expeditions, taking place between nineteen thirty-three and thirty-eight. Three of them were never heard of again. One was a German one, in thirty-seven, followed by one from the British.
No one told him the US was involved in it. He’d made the assumption. He was American, after all. But was Jarod? And if he was, how hard would it be for him to pass himself off as of a different nationality before widespread computers?
All he found on them were the captain’s names, a description, both of which boiled down to ‘going to explore the unknown’. Only the German expedition came with a list of the researchers.
Looking up the British captain and all his commands, he found one in Thirty-seven, jointly founded by the British Museum and Cambridge University. Digging through those two institutions, he found letters mentioning a flight over the Antarctic and sightings of a structure in the ice. The discussion over multiple letters revolved around if they could allow the Germans the prestige of discovering a previously unknown civilization.
In the later letters, they discussed who should be involved, and the name Jarod Irvine jumped out. Looking him up within the Cambridge public files, He found an archeology teacher and researcher… in his sixties. The pictures Niel found within the file showed him to be in good shape for his age. Without the date of birth, Niel would have said he was no older than fifty. That still made him too old to be the Jarod Niel met in France.
He located Jarod’s obituary. Nineteen forty-eight. Declared dead along with the rest of the expedition to the Antarctic.
Okay. That confirmed Jarod had been on the expedition. If he accepted that the one he’d met that looked like his older brother, instead of being a centennial, he’d found the expedition he was looking for. And he couldn’t dismiss it outright. Magic was involved. There was no telling how it worked in their case. Maybe Niel wouldn’t be stuck as a teenager his entire, long, life. He might age until he matched Jarod, before his body went into living stasis.
Even accepting that, he was left with more questions than answers, and the infuriating part was that Jarod knew the answers to all of them and had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with Niel or his questions. All he wanted was his dream life with his current wife in a French village that was too fucking perfect to be real.
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