10 comments/ 10715 views/ 13 favorites Revolution Ch. 01 By: Gweall Okay all so here is a new story I'll be starting. I have the last chapter of Free at Last done and it should be up any day now. I promise I'll get the last chapter of Deep Waters done, eventually ;) I suggest you read Wings of Gray before reading this one as it takes place in the same universe. This story happens about 13 years before Wings of Gray does. Right when the infection started and the hybrids were being forced into the camps. I have one story that will stand on it's own (Not a series) That I should be posting any day now. There will be one chapter of Deep Waters left and then that's all done. I'll work on this series and then I'll be starting another series around the second chapter of this one but I can't promise anything too soon, I'm getting busier and busier by the day. But I hope you guys are happy with this and future stories to come. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mar walked in the single file line with his head down. Every now and then he would glance up out of the corner of his eye at the guards that stood between the lines. Three trucks awaited the lines of infected. The guards held cattle prods and if any of them stumbled or slowed they would be punished and made to move faster. When one truck was filled to the max they would drive off and another would replace it, the back of the truck open, a bench on each side. The benches were filled until there were no more spots, and then the infected were made to sit on the floor of the truck. Mar saw all kinds of people. If you could still call them that. Some didn't. He saw different breeds of dogs, cats, and birds. Creatures he didn't even know about. Some weren't identifiable. He saw a large man with fur covering his body, tiny round ears were placed on the top of his head and his hands were larger then Mar's head; he was a bear. A woman walked by with no shoes on, due to the hooves on her feet, she had large antlers on her head and her ears twitched with every sound. A small boy with beautiful gray wings and yellow eyes was in the line to Mar's right. Mar looked around and saw only misery around the infected faces. His tail twitched as he was about to climb into the truck. He jumped up into the truck and sat down next to a snake hybrid. He grabbed his tail and twisted it so it sat on his lap. He stroked it nervously and looked around as the half door to the military truck closed, and the truck drove towards the camps. "So you're a fox?" The snake hybrid next to him asked. He nodded and smiled, his orange bushy tail was always a give away. "That's cool, I always liked foxes." The snake smiled nervously. "I'm Mar, what's your name?" "Phil." He held out a scaled hand. Mar shook it with his own furred paw. "Can you believe what they're doing? You think that the human race has come so far, but then something like this happens." Phil shook his head. "It's incredible. It's like over night they go back to an old way of thinking 'They're different then us, which means they can't be trusted.'" Mar shook his head and played with the end of his tail. "It's awful." Someone on the other side of the truck said. Mar looked up to see the young woman with antlers. "Isn't it kind of weird that you're a girl with antlers?" Phil asked, the deer woman glared at him. "I know." She pouted. "It's karma I guess. I was a hunter, that's why I got this hybrid." She shrugged. "My grandmother lived with me, she wore fox shawls all the time. You can imagine her face when my tail sprouted." Some of the hybrids chuckled and the guard in the front of the truck banged the butt of his gun against the window. "Quiet!" The rest of the ride was silent until they were forced out of the trucks, and into their new 'homes'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mar shared a room with nine other hybrids. They each got one bunk, with no mattress, no pillow, and one thin blanket. Some of them died that night, the camps could get almost to in the middle of the night, the ones with fur survived the best. The cold blooded ones had a harder time. Most of the ones with fur gave up their blankets to those who were scaled or submerged in water. Phil was one of the few reptiles who made it through the first night. Mar gave up his own thin blanket to the snake hybrid and it paid off. Many of the hybrids would share the bunks to keep body heat. They were in the process of working out a 'buddy system' when they were dragged outside. They were made to line up in the courtyard of the camp. Soon, guards piled up around them, keeping them in orderly lines. One man, who was clearly in charge, walked up in front of the group of confused hybrids. "I'm General Marx, and I'm in charge of you scum." He smiled, revealing a row of white teeth. Mar's tail swished back and forth nervously. "I see a lot of different species;" The General walked in front of them, "Mice, cats, dogs, birds, fish, snakes, lizards, primates..." He stopped in front of Mar. "Fox." He smiled and continued walking down the lines. "None of them. Not a single one, besides my soldiers and I, is human." He spit on the ground in front of a man who looked part Panda. "I'm here to make sure you all stay in line," The General continued rambling, "You will work eighteen hours a day." He turned around and walked down the lines again. "You will sleep six hours, wake up and work eighteen more hours." He smiled as he walked by Mar, "Except on Saturday. On Saturday's you will sleep four hours, work eighteen hours, and before you go to bed you will meet in that arena," He pointed towards a crudely dug pit surrounded by wooden spikes, "And two of you will fight. The ones chosen to fight will be chosen at random.... usually." He gave a wicked smile. "Now get to work." He spat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The camp was a quarry. Mar worked hard each day and when the eighteen hour shift was over it was hard not to collapse into bed. Many of the workers did, but Mar fought it. Many of the hybrids would use their skills, from when they were completely human, to start a new life in the camps. Some were teachers, some doctors or nurses, everyone had a job before they were hybrids and it didn't change anything when they grew a tail, or antlers, or scales. The smaller children would serve the guards and hybrids their food, and when they got done with that they would be schooled by those who weren't sleeping. The hybrids who used to be doctors were now doctors...again. They would tend to any wounds or medical problems the workers had, since the guards could care less. At least most of them. "Sir, I was wondering..." Mar stepped up to one of the guards. "Get back to work." He spat. "I'm done with my shift for the day, sir." The guard rolled his eyes and set his cup of coffee down. "What then?" He asked. "Some of the cold blooded hybrids are having troubles with the nights. If we could just get some more blankets-" "Everyone is issued one blanket, no exceptions." The guard said. "Yeah, I know. But the thing is that some of us have already given up our blankets or the reptiles won't make it through the night." Mar said, somehow over the month he had spent in the camp he had become a sort of spokesmen for the hybrid. He knew which guards were easier to talk to. Not all of them agreed with what was going on, but they still had to follow orders. "I'll see what I can do Mar, but it probably won't happen. Don't get your hopes up." The guard said, in a more compassionate voice. "Thank you." Mar smiled, showing his small sharp teeth. The guard grunted and returned to his coffee. "How did it go?" Rose asked, the woman who was a deer hybrid. "He said he would do his best." Mar shrugged. She nodded and went back to sewing together clothes. She had used a piece of claw from one of the cat hybrids as a needle, and Mar had managed to convince one of the guards for thread. She spent her free time repairing torn clothing. "Where is Phil?" Mar asked. "He's getting ready for tonight, he was chosen." She looked up at him. Mar shook his head, he didn't want to see another one of his friends fight. "FORWARD!" One of the guards shouted. Everyone immediately piled into the front room. "These are the new guards who will be watching over you pests, everyone who was here before is being transferred to Alpha camp." The General said, and left. The old guards stood and went to go pack for their transfer. Rumors of the Alpha camp were common, it was a place where they experimented on hybrids. It was said to be worse than hell. "Well this blows. I have to make new connections all over again." Mar sighed, he knew this meant he would be punished several times trying to find out who the good guys were. "Good luck with that." Rose stepped off to finish her sewing, her hooves echoing on the concrete floor. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Captain." The General walked up to the leader of the new soldiers. "Yes, sir?" "I want to let you know of a few things." The General watch as the hybrids went back to what they were doing before. "That one, the fox, his name is Mar. He's the leader of the hybrids. Well, as much as a leader as he can be." The General laughed. "Okay, sir..." The Captain said, not sure of where he was going. "He's a sly one. Sly as a fox if you will." The General chuckled. "Just watch yourself." He said and walked off. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The night was about to begin. They had been crowded into the arena and the two contestants were thrown into the pit. Phil was on one side and Maurice was on the other. Maurice was part bull. He was large and his hands and feet were solid hooves, his head was topped with horns and his bulls tail flicked back and forth between his legs. They weren't friends, but they weren't enemies either. They didn't want to fight but they had no choice. "Fight!" The general shouted, and Maurice charged on all fours, horns forward. Phil pressed his back against the wall and ducked between Maurice's legs. There was a loud crack as horn met wall and Maurice screamed. Phil hesitated, before sinking his fangs into the beefy shoulder. Maurice cried out, quieter now, and collapsed. The soldiers cheered and a few of the hybrid did, as well. Many were silent though. Mar looked up and saw the Captain of the new guard staring down into the pit, he was silent and still, and had a look like he was about to be sick on his face. Tears fell from Phil's eyes and he put a hand over his mouth. He shook his head and backed up from his falling victim. "Next!" The General shouted, the two previous fighters were dragged out of the ring and the next two were about to be selected. The first two knew before hand, and then everyone after that was random. A guard wrapped his hand around Mar's neck and threw him into the pit. He landed on his stomach with a thud and coughed as he felt his ribs for any damage. He heard a thud and a cough behind him and got up on his hands and knees. He brushed himself off and stood up to face his opponent. A wolf. His fur was thick and gray and his back feet were paws. His hands were still hands and his tail was between his legs. They both looked up out of the ring as the guards chanted. "Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight!" Several guards stepped forward and turned on their cattle prods. The two stepped towards each other nervously. "Fight!" The General shouted. The wolf hybrid stared at him a moment before baring his teeth. "I won't fight you." Mar said, he had been a pacifist as a human and kept that idea as a hybrid. "I know Mar, I'm so sorry." The wolf spoke and began inching his way towards him. "No hard feelings." Mar shrugged. "I said, Fight!" The General shouted again. The hybrid sprung with teeth bared and wrapped them around Mar's throat. Mar dodged and the other hybrid quickly turned in the dirt and prepared to pounce again. He jumped when Mar took a chance to glance up at the still unmoving Captain. His hands hit his chest and teeth dug into his shoulder. Mar screamed before his head hit the wall of the arena and he was met with darkness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He awoke in an ice cold room, it was obviously night. His shoulder throbbed and he could hear others sleeping, he was in his room. He hissed as he sat up on the side of the bed. He stepped out of the room, which had no door, and looked around. He walked into the empty main room and sat down on one of the several long tables that filled the room. He rubbed his injured shoulder and jumped when the silence of the room was broken. "Is it sore?" The Captain asked, sitting down next to Mar. "A little, but the doc will fix me up after work tomorrow." Mar said. "What are you doing awake?" "I don't sleep much, it's my job to make sure everyone else is alright." Mar said. The Captain nodded. "You know, the General never comes down here. The guards and the Captain usually play cards at night." Mar said. "Good to know, thank you." The Captain said. Mar looked at him and his tail flicked across the bench, it was uncommon for a guard to say thank you. "You're welcome." It was time to take a chance, "A favor for a favor, then?" Mar asked, the Captain looked at him. "Depends, what favor?" The Captain asked. "We need more blankets. The reptiles and others without fur have a hard time making it through the night. It gets too cold, so the ones with fur give up their blankets but still it's not enough." Mar explained. The Captain nodded. "I'll see what I can do." "So you know my name, but I don't know yours." Mar said. "You can call me Captain." The Captain said, and stood. He left Mar sitting there and disappeared down the hallway. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After work the next day, Mar stepped into his room to see two large piles of blankets on his bunk. He smiled and began placing one on each bed, cold blooded and fur-less ones first, then children, then everyone else. When the rest of the workers came in they smiled at the soft, thicker blankets. "Captain." Mar found him in the dining room. "Mar, did you find your present?" "Yes, I did. Thank you, it means so much more than you know." Mar said. The Captain shrugged. "I mean it, even the smallest act of kindness is huge to us. It's rare to see." Mar shrugged. "You're very welcome." The Captain smiled at him, and for once in a long time Mar saw someone treat his kind with kindness. Mar was about to walk away when the Captain called him back. "Mar, can I ask you something?" "Of course." "What kind of a name is Mar?" "What kind of a name is Captain?" Mar winked, and was met with a glare. "It's short for Marcus, but you call me that, and I won't be a pacifist much longer." Mar smiled, showing his gleaming white teeth. "Mar it is then." Captain smiled. "I should go, I have people to check on." Mar pointed towards the rooms of bunks. "Alright, I'll talk to you later then." Captain smiled. Mar smiled back and walked off to check on others of his kind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Mar, I'm so glad to see you." Rose said, after almost a year of being in the camps. "What's up?" Mar asked, he had changed a lot since being forced into the camps. He was leaner and his mutation had advanced even more. His tail was larger and his ears more pointed. His lightly red furred chest was covered in scars from the arena and one of his ears had a tear in it. "Jaime has gone missing." She said, point over at the young boy's crying, armadillo, mother. Mar walked over to the crying woman. "Tell me what happened." Mar crouched down next to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I don't know, we went to bed together since we share the same bunk for warmth and I woke up and he was gone, no one's seen him." "Several other people are missing too." A rabbit stepped forward. The mother burst into sobs and Rose stepped forward to hold her as she cried. "We'll wait a day, for all we know they just got moved to different work hours, if they don't turn up then I'll talk to the Captain." Mar said, Rose brought the woman into her bunk room to comfort her and everyone else got back to their business. The next day, with still no sign of the, what added up to, three missing people, Mar tracked down the Captain. "Captain!" Mar jogged over to the Captain, who waited for him to catch up. "What is it?" "I need to talk to you about something." Mar said, once he had reached the guard. "And that something would be?" The Captain asked, and continued walking. "I was wondering if there have been any shift changes recently?" "No, why?" "Well, I'm sure it's nothing but a few of us have gone missing." Mar said. The Captain stopped and faced him. "A few? How many?" "Three, including a child." Mar said. "I haven't been notified of any missing people. Did they try to escape?" The Captain asked suddenly. "No, they wouldn't. Especially the small boy, definitely not without his mother." Mar said. "It's okay if you tell me, I can't promise they wont be punished, but I promise they won't be killed." The Captain said. "Well that's a comfort." Mar rolled his eyes. "I just mean that they could be-" "I know, and I know that's a lot to promise and I thank you for that, but they didn't run away. They wouldn't be able to make it past the guards, the fence, or hell past the door. One was an armadillo, the other two were mice. Not exactly fighting material." Mar said. "I'll look into it and let you know." The Captain said. "Thank you, Captain." Mar said, and walked back to his own people. ~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sir, permission to speak?" The Captain asked the General, when they were alone that night. "Go ahead." The General nodded, and turned the page of the news paper. "It's been brought to my attention that some of the infected have gone missing." The Captain said. The General looked up and over the news paper at the Captain. "They're fine, don't worry about it they won't be punished." He shrugged. "That's not what I'm worried about, sir. Where are they?" "They're fine, just drop it." The General waved a hand. The Captain bit his tongue for a moment before speaking again. "But to just disappear like that, I should have been notified-" "Captain Tyler Shaw, know your place, and know that this does not concern you." The General spat. The Captain shut up and looked towards the building where the Infected slept. He was excused and walked over there, knowing he would find Mar awake, checking on all of his people before he fell asleep himself. "Mar." He called out, his voice echoing in the empty room. "What did he say?" Mar wasted no time. "Not much, just that they're fine." The Captain shrugged. "And you believe that?" Mar asked, knowing the answer. "Not for a second, there's something going on here. And I have a feeling it's not legal." The Captain looked around the room, as if the answers were on the walls. "You've done enough, Captain. More than anyone else ever has, and for that you have my eternal gratitude. But if you poke around anymore some damn awful things could happen to you." Mar said. "I know, but I can't let them get away with this, and you can't do it without my help." "You're right about that." Mar sighed. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Mar asked. The Captain nodded. "Well, Captain. It looks like we're in this together." Mar smiled. "Tyler Shaw." "What?" "My name, it's Tyler Shaw." The Captain held out his hand, Mar took it in his slightly furred one. "Marcus Noble." Mar smiled. The Captain smiled just as wise. "We'll talk tomorrow, I need to get to sleep I still have my shift to do." Mar said. "Of course, sorry." Tyler blushed, he sometimes forgot what Mar had to go through each day. "I'll see you tomorrow, Tyler Shaw." Mar said, stepping back into the bunk room he shared with the nine other people. Revolution Ch. 01 ~~~~~~~~~~~ Tyler watched the way Mar moved across the quarry. He was thin, like most of the inhabitants, but his bushy tail was long and beautiful. His ears turned at every little sound, and he stepped quickly and had very obvious foxlike movements. Everyone was terrified of the infected but Tyler couldn't see why. Even the larger ones weren't threatening. Most of them were completely kind and meek. It was a shame that most humans couldn't see the beauty in the hybrids. But Tyler was beginning to see. "Faster!" One of the guards stuck the cattle prod in Mar's side. He screamed and fell to the ground. He picked himself up and began working faster than before, sweat clear on his brow. He chose to work without a shirt on, his fur was hot enough and it was a beautiful sight. His lower stomach was without fur but his back and all the way down to the waist of his pants from the top of his head was a thin red brown fur. There was a hole cut in the back of his pants to allow room for his tail. Tyler had been thinking of what could have happened to the missing infected that night, when Mar walked up to him later in dining hall with determination in his step. "What is it?" Tyler sat up, he had been expecting Mar but he looked very focused. "Four more are missing." Mar said. Tyler sighed, two days and seven people gone. What the hell was going on. "There's no mistake now, something is happening to them, they aren't escaping or on different shifts." Tyler rubbed the back of his neck. "I have to find them, these people trust me to take care of them and I'm failing them all." Mar said. "I understand-" "But you don't understand!" Mar shouted, voice echoing through the empty dining room, "You have a powerful species. Your kind run the planet, you're just a single fleck in a big world. But my people are right here, right now, and every day I have to watch them being beaten and forced to fight because of a disease we couldn't stop." Mar said. "I made a promise to them, that I would protect them, from you and from your people. From everyone and everything that wants to hurt them. Which is just about everything but the kitchen sink in this place." Mar said. "I'm sorry." Tyler frowned. Mar sighed and sat down. "It's not your fault, I shouldn't have gone off on you like that." He rested his head in his hands. "We will figure this out, Mar." Tyler promised. Mar looked up at him, doubtfully. "Trust me, I have a plan." Tyler gave a crooked smile. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Four days later their plan was set. It was Saturday night and Tyler let Mar know who was going into the arena. "It's that crocodile guy-" "Rick." Mar said. "Sure, Rick and that chick with the antlers." "Rose? Rose is going in?" Mar shook his head. "Yeah, why?" "She's a friend of mine, I hate to see my friends fight." Mar frowned. "Well you won't see this fight." Tyler said. "Theres a few more people chosen after them, point is that none of them are you. So we wait until everyone is in the arena then I sneak you out. I have keys to the front gate and that's when we make our escape, I have christmas vacation tonight so they won't expect me to be there, and no offense but none of the guards notice any of your people." Tyler said. "None taken, but where exactly are we going?" Mar asked. "The only place they could possible be taken." Tyler shrugged. Mar thought for a moment and his eyes lit up and his face became a mask of disgust. "Alpha camp?" He said. Tyler nodded. "Wait...it's Christmas?" Mar asked. "Yeah why?" "Nothing, you just lose track of time in here." Mar shrugged. "It's Christmas in three days." Tyler smiled. "Oh...well sounds like a good plan to me." Mar smiled. "Good, I'll meet you tonight, just make sure you're the last one in line to enter the arena." Tyler said. "I always am, I make sure everyone is out of there." Mar said, "And I have plenty of time to tell everyone what's going on." Mar stood up. "Whoa whoa whoa, you can't tell anyone about this." Tyler put a hand on Mar's furred arm to stop him. "I won't just abandon them, Captain." Mar put sarcastic emphasis on the title. "If you tell them it just puts us in danger." "I won't have them thinking that I've just up and disappeared. That would make them even more scared than they already are." Mar said. Tyler sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Fine," He sighed, "But instead of telling them all, tell one of them and have them tell everyone else when we're gone and they start panicking." Tyler said. "Why?" "Because, the longer they know, the higher chance we'll be caught." He shrugged. "Fine, I'll tell Rose, we can trust her." Mar said and walked off. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That night, Mar was the last one in the line to the pit. He was about to walk through the guarded doors when Tyler pulled him to the side, without a word they walked to the gates. "Wish us luck." Tyler whispered as they approached the guarded gates. "What do you mean luck?" Mar snapped. "Freeze, where are you going with that?" The guard raised a gun. "Alpha camp." Tyler said, he seemed confident but Mar could feel him shaking. "Unlock the gates." The guard called out and lowered his weapon. They were allowed to pass through the gate and climbed into Tylers truck. "You didn't mention that part of the plan." Mar glared at him. "I didn't want you to panic." Tyler shrugged and smiled. "Ass." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They arrived at the Alpha camp in an hour. The car ride was silent and almost awkward. Mar held his tail in his lap, he had crushed it in the door when they had stopped at a gas station, and stroked it nervously as they climbed out of the truck at the Alpha camp. He looked at the bleak building and was surprised when he felt handcuffs around his wrists. "What the hell?" "I can't just walk in there like we're friends." Tyler said. "Are we?" "What?" "Friends?" Silence passed between them and he heard the click of the handcuffs locking. "Yeah, we are." Tyler smiled. Mar smiled back and their eyes met for a moment before Tyler roughly shoved him forward. "Hey!" Mar growled, baring his tiny teeth. They walked, Mar stumbled, to the front gates where two guards waited. "State your business." "Business?" Tyler raised an eyebrow. "What do you want?" The guard spat. "I want.... I want to finally get this damned hybrid into the camp. I've been driving forever!" Tyler shouted. The guards stared at him and rolled their eyes, opening the gates. Tyler shoved him through and they walked through the hopeless camp. "Somethings wrong, Tyler." Mar said. "What?" Tyler asked. "There's no one here." Mar said. His ears twitched furiously back and forth. "So? There's not supposed to be infected running around the halls in any camp." Tyler said. "I know that, and we stay out of the halls. But you can still hear us, crying usually." Mar said. "I never hear anything." "Do you have ears this big?" Mar raised an eyebrow, pointing to his twitching his ears. "Touche." Tyler laughed quietly before asking, "Can I ask you something?" "Is it about my paws?" "Yeah." "Then no." Mar smiled at him and they kept walking. Tyler rolled his eyes and stopped. "Foxes are mammals, right?" "Yeah, why?" "I think this is our stop." He pointed to a door that said Mammals. "Alright then... So what's the plan?" Mar asked. "This." Tyler opened the door and, with Mar in front of him, stepped into the room. "Oh my god..." Mar's mouth went dry. The room was one long hallway, much like a dog kennel. Cages lined the hallway. One row of cages on the bottom, one row above that. The cages were small, one 'mammal' was forced into each of the tiny cages. Some of them looked dead, they were lying on the floor of the cage unmoving and pale. Some of them wrapped their frail hands around the bars of the cage and followed Mar and Tyler with hollow eyes. "Please..." Mar jumped as a furred hand was forced through the bars, reaching out for him. Mar stepped up to the cage and put the mans hand in his. "I've heard about you..." He coughed. "You're Mar, aren't you?" He said, with a raspy voice. "Yes, how do you know me?" "Everyone knows you, you're a legend in this place, in every place really." The man gave a very weak smile. "Why? Why me?" "Why not you? You're a beacon of light in these dark times, Mar." A coughing fit interrupted him. "Rumors of your leadership spread like wildfire." The man said, "You're a great man." He smiled brighter. "What's your name?" Mar asked. "Mickey." The man smiled. "Mickey Pond." It was then that Mar realized the caged man, Mickey, had a Scottish accent. "Well, Mickey Pond. I'll do my best not to let you all down." Mar promise. Mickey smiled and released Mar's hand, crawling to the back to his cage and beginning to fall asleep. "Mar." Tyler drew his attention. Mar looked at him and he pointed at the end of the hall, where a door sat. He took his position as pretend prisoner and let Tyler march him to the doorway. "Ah! This must be our new subject. The General told us he was sending in more." A man in a white lab coat said, as they stepped into the room. "Yeah, I'm the new delivery boy, if you will." Tyler laughed. "Ah, I'm supposed to fill you in on what goes on here then." The doctor put down a clipboard and moved away from a metal table with a young woman with rabbit ears. "This is our testing facility. We test the different species of infected." "What kind of tests?" "Seeing what kind of traits they inherit from the animals, among other things." The doctor shrugged. "Does it hurt them?" Tyler asked. The doctor turned to him and smiled. "Of course." He shrugged and turned back to a computer. Mar and Tyler looked at each other and Tyler uncuffed him. "Just leave it in that cage over there." The doctor gestured to a medium sized cage. Tyler walked Mar over to the cage. "Don't worry, I'll be here and we'll get to the bottom of this with you on the inside with the infected, and me on the outside with the staff." Tyler promised. "I trust you." Mar said, and he meant it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been three days. Tyler had locked Mar in the steel cage three days ago, and hadn't seen him since. Worry was eating away at his gut. He had promised the fox that he would be watching out for him, but he didn't even know where he was. But what he did know, is what was going on in the camp. He had talked to many of the soldiers and doctors and found out what he needed to. They were doing experimental testing on the hybrids. Using them to test drugs and surgeries that were still in the making. They had all the benefits of animal testing, even more benefits really, without PETA and all other animal rights groups on their back. No one cared about the infected, at least no one important. The hard part was that no one knew if it was legal or not. There were no laws around that sort of thing. It was undetermined if they get animal rights or human rights. Another thing that people didn't know, what surgeries and drug testing exactly. That's what Mar was supposed to be finding out, if Tyler could just find him. "Hey, Mickey right?" Tyler said, getting close to the bars of the cage. "Who are you?" Mickey said, facing the back of the cage. "My name is Tyler, I'm friends with Mar." Tyler said, looking up and down the hall for any guards or doctors. Mickey turned in the small cage to face Tyler. His right eye had a thick bandage around it. "What happened to you?" Tyler asked. "They're testing a new kind of laser eye surgery...it didn't work." Mickey said. "I am so sorry. I promise you, we'll get you help." Tyler said, reaching through the cage to put a hand on his shoulder. "I believe you. Rumors of Mar have spread across the world. If you're a friend of his you're definitely a friend of ours." Mickey smiled. It was amazing to Tyler that someone who had been through so much could be so brave. The infected were truly amazing people. "Speaking of Mar, have you seen him?" Tyler asked. "No, not really." Mickey smiled. "I didn't mean it like that, I-" "It's alright," Mickey chuckled, "No, I haven't seen him since the day you two came in." "Well thanks. If you see him, let me know." Tyler said, and walked down the hall to ask the other infected. "I saw him." A small mousey woman said. "You have?" Tyler ran up to the cage. "Yes, we were both in the lab a day ago." She said. "What's your name?" Tyler asked. "Donna." The woman squeaked. "Donna, do you know what's happened to him?" "He was to be taken in for surgery. He's probably in recovery now." She said. "Surgery? Shit! I was supposed to protect him!" Tyler spat. "Where do the infected recover?" Tyler asked. "Usually just in their cages." The woman said. "But he isn't here!" Tyler had to stop himself from shouting. "No, but there are different area's. Check the canine hall. Foxes are like dogs, right? He could have been mistaken." The woman suggested. "Thank you, so much." Tyler said, kissing her paw and running off. He found the hall labeled Canine and entered, slamming the door making several of the caged people jump. "Mar?" Tyler called out. "Tyler?" Tyler saw a red furred hand stick out of one of the cages, limp. He ran to the cage and saw a half naked Mar staring back at him. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! What did they do to you?" Tyler asked, using his skeleton key to open the cage. "I'm okay." Mar said, though he sounded drugged. "We need to get you out of here." Tyler grunted, dragging Mar out of the second row cage. Mar grunted as his feet hit the floor and he tried to stand, leaning on Tyler. "Just hold on, we can take you..." Tyler didn't know where. "I'm okay." Mar repeated. "Yeah, not really believing that." Tyler said. "But I am... I think... What?" Mar looked up at him. Tyler stopped dragging him down the hall and stared at him. "Yeah, you are sooooo not okay." Tyler rolled his eyes and continued dragging him down the hall. "God, aren't foxes supposed to be small?" Tyler grunted. "Hey." Mar scowled at him. "It's the tail." Mar put his head on Tylers chest. "You really aren't helping the situation." Tyler lifted him onto his back in a firemans carry. He checked the hall for guards before finding the chamber guards were allowed to use between shifts, to sleep. "Just hold on, Mar." Tyler placed him on his bed. "Ow." Mar mumbled, when Tyler set him on his tail. "Sorry." Tyler grabbed his tail and moved it to the side. "Not so hard, I'm not some cheap lay. You cant just tug it and expect me to roll over for you." Mar glared at him with glazed eyes. "Uh huh, what did they give you exactly?" Tyler asked. "I dunno!" Mar threw his hands up in the air, smacking Tyler in the face. "Yeah, okay you just lay there in a moment." Tyler rolled his eyes. "M'kay." Mar rolled his head from side to side. "Do you know what kind of surgery they did?" Tyler asked. A blank look came over Mar's face as he thought. "Uh..." Mar shook his head lazily. "No, I suppose you wouldn't." Tyler placed his hand over the end of Mar's tail, the end of which was twitching up and down, like a sleeping cats. Tyler looked into his glazed over eyes and watched his ears and whiskers twitch. "You remind me of Tod." Tyler said. "Who's Tod? Are you cheating on me? You whore!" Mar gave him a very week slap. "From The Fox and The Hound." Tyler said, ignoring the drugged infected. "I seen that movie. Good thing you're not a dog. What was his name? Zinc?" "Copper." Tyler laughed. "Yeah that one!" Mar pointed at the ceiling. "You are sooooooo out of it." Tyler laughed. "False." Mar mumbled. "Why is it a good thing I'm not a dog?" Tyler giggled. "Because, then we couldn't be friends. Or more." Mar raised an eyebrow. "More?" Tyler sat forward in the chair. "Yeah, you're nice." Mar wiggled on the bed. "Thank you, but what do you mean more?" Tyler asked, he knew he shouldn't be reading into things while Mar was like this. "More everything." Mar opened his eyes and gave a small sideways smile. "What did they do to you Mar?" Tyler asked, as Mar pawed at his pants. "They used a needle." Mar smiled. "A needle for what?" "They said it was experimental hormones." Mar giggled. "Mar, this isn't you." Tyler tried to talk some sense into the hormone crazed Mar. "It is, just me enhanced." Mar chuckled and tried to unbutton Tyler's pants. "Not enhanced." Tyler disagreed. "I like you Tyler. Now it's just more obvious." Mar said, standing up and pressing his crotch against Tyler's leg. Tyler had to admit the small man was adorable with his pointed ears and swishing tail. "Not like this, Mar. When you're hormones calm the hell down, then we can see if you still feel this way." Tyler said. Mar pouted and sat back down on the bed, with his bottom lip stuck out. It took all of Tyler's will power to keep from ravishing the fox. "So here you go," Tyler handed him a bottle of lotion and tissues that sat on the nightstand. "And I'll leave you to it." He smiled and back out of the room. Mar starred after him with a smile on his face and leaned back on the bed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mar woke up the next day feeling much better. He still felt the dull hum of the strange hormones in his veins but he was under control now. He scratched the top of his head, leaving his hair sticking up. "Morning." Tyler stepped into the room. "Hey." Mar looked around the sun lit room. "Feeling better?" "Much, how out of it was I last night?" Mar asked. "Pretty out of it..." Tyler blushed. Mar's eyes widened and the color of his cheeks matched his red fur as he recalled what had happened. "Tyler I-" "We have more important things to talk about, that can wait." Tyler sat down on the bed. "You're right. I found out what they're doing to the infected." "Me too, surgeries and drug testing right?" Tyler asked. "Yeah, they're giving us insane stuff. They gave a rabbit mix a shit ton of coke just to see how he would react." Mar shook his head. "We won't let them get away with this Mar, we can bring it to peoples attention and..." "And what? No one cares about us, Tyler. They look at us and see dumb animals. Most people will probably be glad they're doing these expirements on us and not on normal animals." Mar rolled his eyes. "People may think that, but what about when they see what's happening to you guys... have you seen Mickey?" Tyler asked. "No, what's happened to him?" Mar asked, suddenly awake. "They tested some sort of laser eye surgery on him. I think he lost an eye." Tyler said. Mar put his head in his hands and was silent for a moment. When he looked up his eyes were red and teary but they showed anger, not sadness. "I won't let them do this to us anymore, I'll do whatever I can to stop it." Mar said. "I'm with you all the way." Tyler promised. "Are you sure? This could cost you your job or even your life." Mar said. "I joined the military because I wanted to help people, I don't have any family or really any friends. This is the way I can help the most people." Tyler shrugged. They stared at each other for a long moment in respect, then Mar's left ear twitched. "Someones coming." as he said it the door knob began to turn. He quickly hid on the side of the door that the door would hide. "Captain, well rested I hope?" A deep voice said. "Yes, thank you." Tyler smiled. "Good, could you come with us, please?" Mar heard the man step aside. Tyler glanced at Mar as he followed the man out. The door was shut and Mar came out from behind it. He put one of his ears against the door and heard the men walking down the hall. He waited a moment before following them Revolution Ch. 01 ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tyler reached a room that looked exactly like an FBI interrogation room. "Please, have a seat." The man gestured to the chair. "Is something wrong?" Tyler asked, not sitting down. "Just some confusion I think, please sit." The man took a seat on the other side of the table and waited for Tyler to sit. "See, we called your General," The man started. "He said that you were on vacation, we have no one by your name schedueled to work here." The man said. "My mistake, I must have gotten the wrong paper work or something." Tyler shrugged, knowing he was busted. "See, that's what we thought to, and then we saw this." The man clicked a remote and the TV came on, showing footage of Tyler talking to Mickey. "What were you doing talking to it?" The man glared. "No way... does my ass really look like that in those jeans? It's so square...." Tyler frowned. "Captain, Why were you talking to the infected?" The man repeated, smile gone. "I don't know, was just saying hi." "Right, you're probably one of those bullshit 'free the hybrids' nuts aren't you? Well we can't have you going to the press with this." The man pulled out a gun. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell are you doing?" Tyler stood up, putting his hands in front of him. "This could ruin everything if it gets out to the public. You should have kept your nose in your own business." The man cocked the gun. Tyler closed his eyes and was thinking his last thoughts when he heard a strange noise. The noise was behind him and sounded like a cat and a dog had bred, and their offspring was choking on something. It turned into a fierce growl with a strange clicking hidden in the threatening sound. He turned around slowly and sat Mar with his teeth bared. His fur was standing on end and his eyes could have easily been directly from a wild red fox. The man turned the gun on Mar. "Stay back you filth." He cursed. Mar growled and stepped forward, slowly. "Mar..." Tyler said. Mar licked his lips and bared his teeth again. His head was low and was identicle to a really ticked off animal. "Mar, he isn't bluffing." Tyler warned. The mans hand was shaking and he pointed the gun at Mar again. "Shut up, you stupid dog." The man shouted. "I'm a fox." Mar whispered, and lunged at the man. He fired one shot and it missed by an inch. Mar's ears went down as he looked at the hole in the wall next to him. His teeth showed again and he jumped at the man. He wrapped his teeth around his wrist and bit down, blood trickled from his arm and the gun fell to the floor where Tyler picked it up. He pointed it at the man, but not before he could punch Mar with his good hand. Mar wimpered and fell back. "Are you alright?" Tyler asked. "Yeah." Mar stood up and rubbed his snout. "You two are working together?" The man spat. "Damn straight." Tyler laughed, keeping the gun on the man. "Tyler, don't shoot him. I don't want to hurt anyone in all of this." Mar said. "To late." The man rolled his eyes, showing his injured wrist to the pair of men. "Oh shut up, cry baby." He said to the man before turning to Mar. "I won't shoot him, maybe." "What are we going to do with him?" Mar asked. "Hell if I know." Tyler shrugged. "Who are you anyways?" "Isaac Duncan, the captain of this facility." He said his title proudly. "Well, Isaac Duncan." Tyler put the gun down and the man lowered his hands. "How much do you know about what goes on here?" "Not much, I just make sure no one gets hurt." He shrugged. "Tyler, I'd love to sit here and play 20 questions but we don't know if someone heard him scream." Mar pointed out. "You're right..." He said and thought for a moment. "I'll make you a deal, Isaac." Tyler said. "What kind of deal?" He raised an eyebrow. "Tyler someone's coming." Mar put an ear to the door. "Don't rat us out-" "Yeah right." Isaac rolled his eyes. "Wait a damn minute, I wasn't finished." Tyler rolled his eyes. "Don't rat us out, let us show you what they're doing to the hybrid and then you decide what happens next. If you turn us in then we won't fight you." Tyler said. "Tyler! You're awful at making deals!" Mar snapped. "Sir is everything...." The guard paused when he saw Mar. "Alright...?" He turned back to his Captain. The Captain looked from Tyler to Mar to the guard. "Everything is fine, thank you." The captain put his injured hand behind his back quickly and dismissed the guard. The door shut and Tyler met Mar's glare with a smile. "I'm awful at what?" He held a hand beneath his ear like he couldn't hear. Mar rolled his eyes. "I can't hear you, foxy." He smiled large, following Mar out of the room. "Don't call me that." Mar pointed a finger in his face. "What was that? I still can't hear you." "You aren't awful at making deals." Mar rolled his eyes again, mumbling. "That could change though, when he decides to hang my head on his wall." Mar pointed to the Captain who was following them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Isaac, this is Mickey. He was used as a guinea pig, pardon the reference," Tyler said to a woman who was half guinea pig in the next cage, "For experimental laser eye surgery." Tyler introduced them to Mickey. "I'm so sorry I couldn't help you Mickey." Mar wrapped his hands around the black bars of the cage. "It's alright, I know you will do big things some day to make it up to me." Mickey smiled. Mar smiled back and held his hand through the cage. "That surgery could help tons of people see." Issac argued "And blind tons more in the process." Mar snapped. "They're just animals." Isaac said. "No we're not." Several of the infected all said at once. "We're people, just like you and Tyler. We all had lives before this, family, friends, jobs. Did you ever think of that?" Mar asked. Isaac was silent. "I was a musician, I played the violin." Mar said, "I toured around the world with some of the worlds most famous musicians." "I was a pilot." Mickey smiled. "I was a teacher." A woman across the hall said, a sad smile on her face knowing things could never go back to the way they were. "I was in the military." A man with cat ears and whiskers said, making eye contact with Isaac who looked down at the ground when he saw his scared face. "We were people, we had lives." Mar said, "I was married." He swallowed shallowly. Tyler turned to him with questioning eyes. Mar looked at him and turned back to the Captain. "So tell me, what makes us different from you?" Mar turned his head. "Just look at you people!" Isaac shouted. "You have antlers!" He pointed to one woman who shirked back in her cage, "And tails!" He grabbed Mars tail and waved it around, "Hooves, and paws, and whiskers and-" "And eyes, and hands, and teeth and noses." Mar interrupted, "But you know why I haven't given up yet?" Mar asked, stepping closer to Isaac. "Why?" Isaac asked, swallowing, afraid of the answer. "Because I know there's hope." Mar smiled. "Do you know why I know there's hope?" He stepped closer still. "Why?" Isaac said, even quieter. Mar got close enough so his snout was less than an inch away from Isaac's ear. "Because you just called us people." ~~~~~~~~~~~ Also, something fun for anyone who wants to know a little bit about me. In the majority of my stories you will find little traces of some of my obsessions. Look for them if you ever get bored or like little easter eggs :) This one has a ton of Doctor Who references, and one Disney movie reference. See if you can find em xP Revolution Ch. 02 A warm breeze blew over the tarmac as I waited for the plane to taxi into position. It had been six months since the coup had sent the last president into early retirement in Switzerland and I still didn't feel entirely comfortable in my new role. Unfortunately, our nation was in desperate need of foreign aid, and the Americans had terminated their transfers now that I had been put in charge. As much as I wasn't looking forward to it, my advisors had insisted that I travel to Moscow to see if the Soviets would be able to provide some much needed infrastructure aid to repair the damage done to our nation while under military rule. As the DC-6 taxied to a halt, the one part of my life that I still enjoyed unabashedly began to walk onto the tarmac. Nicoletta was a vision, as usual. The skirt of her navy pinstripe suit clung to her hips and ended just above her knee. Her jacket struggled to remain buttoned over an ivory silk blouse. She held a hand to her wide brimmed hat to keep it from flying away in the breeze. As she came closer, I could hear her navy heels clicking on the pavement. My heart pounded in my chest as I thought of all of the nights we had spent together, enjoying and exploring the presidential palace and each other. She smiled as she walked up to me, her eyes sparkling as she looked at me over her dark sunglasses. "I still don't think I'm getting the hang of being First Lady." She took a deep breath as she looked up at the plane, causing my eyes to be drawn instantly to her full breasts pushing against the jacket of her suit. The buttons on her blouse gapped slightly, showing the slightest hint of the black bra that she wore underneath. Thankfully, the slight groan of lust that escaped my lips was drowned out by the engines of the airliner. I turned to stand next to her as the stairway was wheeled up and I let my hand playfully slip down her back and come to rest on her firm little ass. She jumped slightly at my touch and turned to me with an admonishing look in her eyes. "That's not how the President should be acting." "And tell me Nicoletta. Just what will our attendants, assistants, and staffers do if they disapprove? Besides, at least I don't have an endless stream of dimwitted prostitutes parading through the palace. Only you my love. And you're almost more woman than I can handle." I slapped her ass lightly and put my hand in my pocket. "Almost." Nicoletta started up the stairway and I followed close behind, trying desperately not to let my staff see me ogling her ass like a lovesick schoolboy. I hoped that we could have some private time during the flight, but I somehow had a feeling that we would not be left alone the entire time. We entered the plane and I was a bit annoyed with myself that I hadn't gotten onto the presidential plane before now. Our former president had foolishly purchased it with his own money, so we felt no compunction with continuing to use it. He had it custom outfitted with a dining and conference area taking up the majority of the space inside. We took our seats and were handed a copy of the flight plan which would take us to Luanda in Angola for refueling, another quick stop in Bucharest, and then on to Moscow. Just before takeoff, Nicoletta handed me a note that I quickly unfolded and read silently. "Think you're the only one who can be a tease?" was all it said. She looked at me over her sunglasses and licked her lips slowly as she smiled the seductive smile she used only when she intended to make me ache for her and not give in until she was ready to finish playing. I silently prayed for a tailwind to get us across the Atlantic faster. Soon after takeoff my chief of staff handed me a briefing book which I looked over casually. I wasn't sure why he had prepared so much for me to look over. The mere fact that we were no longer in the pocket of the Americans would be enough to guarantee at least enough infrastructure aid to get our people back on their collective feet. So while I made it look like I was reading the book, I instead focused my attention on Nicoletta. She quickly noticed that I wasn't paying attention to the briefing and proceeded to take advantage of it. She turned her head displaying her soft and supple neck and casually raised a hand up to fix a stray hair. As she lowered her hand, she casually unbuttoned the top button of her blouse and undid her jacket. And as soon as she did, she casually let her glasses fall from her face and drop on the floor right in front of me. Smiling at me the whole time, my chief of staff completely unaware, she leaned over at the waist to pick them up, her breasts looking like they would spill out of her blouse as she looked at me. My cock began to swell as I looked at her. I longed to leap forward and passionately embrace her, but we both knew that it was impossible to do that right now. So she straightened up and slipped her jacket off and put it onto the back of one of the conference chairs. She then turned and shifted her hips just slightly so that her skirt rode up her thigh by the barest of margins, just enough to let me see the top of her stocking. She then returned to her seat and settled in to take a nap. It took a while for my pulse to return to normal, but I had managed to regain my composure just as the flight attendant was preparing to serve dinner. My staff was experiencing a rather bad bout of air sickness at the time, so only Nicoletta and I sat down to eat. She seated herself directly across from me and smiled that same seductive smile. Apparently the games would continue all the way to Angola. The attendant set our meals down and left us to eat, settling in to get some rest herself before we landed in Luanda. I looked across at Nicoletta and noticed that she had undone another button on her blouse, the curve of her breast visible under the silken fabric, the very top of her black bra visible underneath. I licked my lips unconsciously and felt my desire for her grow even stronger. She saw the look in my eye and coughed slightly to bring my gaze up to hers. She gave me a mock disapproving look. "Why Mr. President! Whatever do you think you're doing? Do you really think it's appropriate to be looking at me like that?" She smiled and started to cut into the relatively edible chicken that had been served. "You know damn well what I was looking at Nikki. You always were an absolute tease when you wanted to be." I started to cut into my own chicken and smiled at her, knowing that she was enjoying this just as much as I was. "Now, Mr. President, you need to choose your words more carefully so as to avoid inaccuracies like that." She eyed me like a piece of meat and I could feel my heart pounding. "What do you mean my darling Nikki?" "A tease is a woman who never does anything to her man." And just as the word man escaped her lips, I could feel her foot begin sliding up my leg. I swallowed hard as I looked at her, my aching desire plainly evident on my face. She slipped her foot between my thighs and let it rest on my rapidly hardening cock. "Now what do we have here? Is someone enjoying the show?" She slowly massaged my cock with her foot, never taking her eyes off of me as she ate. To anyone who looked over, it would just appear that we were having dinner. Nobody could see that she was making me harder and harder. My breath grew faster and more labored. I struggled to maintain my composure as she let her toes tease my head. I could feel the precum dripping onto my shaft, and still, I could say and do nothing. My mind was blank, desire clouding my thoughts. I bit my lower lip as she pressed her foot against me a little harder, no doubt feeling the slight pulse of my shaft against the sole of her foot. My dinner sat ignored at this point, a different hunger overtaking me. She smiled as she put the last bite of chicken into her mouth. She ran her foot up and down my shaft one last time and put her foot back on the floor. She licked her lips and looked over her shoulder, making certain that nobody could see her. Satisfied, she reached up and undid her blouse, revealing her breasts barely covered by her bra. "You barely touched your dinner. Were you hungry for something else lover?" She squeezed her breasts as she looked at me, knowing how desperately I wanted to do the same. My cock was painfully swollen at this point and my mouth was dry from desire. She smiled that same smile as she rebuttoned her blouse, leaving two undone so I could be tormented by the view of her delicious cleavage for the rest of the flight and then got up. As she got up, she knocked her napkin to the floor next to her chair. She turned away from me and bent over at the waist to pick it up. As she did so, the fabric of her skirt stretched taut over her ass. The hemline eased further up her thighs, revealing the tops of her stockings and the garters holding them in place. Not even realizing I was doing it, I slipped a hand into my lap and absentmindedly rubbed my obscenely swollen shaft through my pants. I eyed her with a look of unabashed lust. She turned her head to look back at me and licked her lips again. "You'd best behave yourself. And I hope you're learning your lesson about slapping my ass in public." She then stood up and walked back to her seat, dropping her napkin back onto the table. By the time I regained my composure, Nicoletta had fallen asleep and I was feeling very tired myself. I sat down next to her and quickly drifted off. The rest of the flight passed uneventfully and we soon landed in Luanda around midnight. My staff arranged for accommodations overnight while the plane was refueled. The plan called for us to take off for Bucharest in the morning so we all decided to go and relax and leave any final preparations until the flight. A car provided by the Angolan government came around to take Nicoletta and I to our room for the night and quickly dropped us at a small hotel. The driver got out and took our bags inside. We were led to a small suite with a king size bed and a small couch, and then quickly left alone. For that small favor, I was greatly appreciative. I shut the door behind me and looked at Nicoletta like a man possessed. My entire being ached for her and I quickly crossed the room and took her in my arms. We kissed passionately, her tongue swirling around mine as I ran my hands over every one of her curves. It was plainly apparent that her teasing had gotten her almost as horny as I was. She pulled herself away from me and stood next to the bed and started to unbutton her blouse. "Is this what you want Mr. President? Want to touch me? To feel me?" "I get the feeling that you like calling me Mr. President." "Only because it gets you hot when I say it like this, Mr. President." She stretched out the syllables and put on her most innocent voice. While she spoke, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in a small pair of black panties, stockings, and a bra that was clearly being overcome by the fullness of her breasts. I couldn't take it any longer and practically tore off my suit, my cock springing free, aching to feel her. I moved to her and we fell to the bed, kissing and fondling uncontrollably. But before I could get on top of her, she slipped away from my grasp and left me laying on my back, my swollen cock glistening with precum. She licked her lips as she stared at it. "I feel just awful teasing you like that for the whole flight. I think I'll make it up to you now." She got between my legs and positioned herself so that her mouth was just inches from my cock. Her full breasts rubbed against my thighs and I could feel her breath on my head. She then flicked her tongue out and licked some of the precum off of my head. She smiled and started to kiss and suck on the head. Her tongue swirled around my shaft as she quickly slid her lips down my shaft, tasting and licking every inch of me. I moaned loudly, reveling in the fact that I didn't have to restrain myself anymore. My body bucked uncontrollably as I felt her moan against my cock. She sucked hard on my shaft as she moved her mouth off and let my head out with a pop. She then looked up at me, her face partially obscured by my throbbing cock. "Still think I'm a tease?" "No, but think you could fuck me to prove it?" She smiled and stood over me, her pussy visibly wet. She then eased herself down and positioned the lips of her pussy just over my head. She then slid her lips over my head, coating them in precum, making me shudder with desire. Then, she quickly pushed down and eased my head into her tight little pussy. I practically screamed in ecstasy feeling her around me. Her pussy clamped down on me as I pushed deep inside her, my cock entering her to the base. I grabbed her hips and pushed her down onto my groin and looked up at her with pure lust and desire. Unable to control myself, I began to thrust into her. Feeling the same ache, she met each thrust with one of her own, our bodies colliding and pulling apart in rhythm. I was mesmerized by the sight of her on top of me, her face contorted with passion and desire, her breasts hypnotically shifting up and down with each thrust. I began to grab at her ass, lightly slapping it as my cock pulsed and swelled inside her. She looked down at me as I did it, trying to give me a look of playful disapproval, but only succeeding in moaning as she felt me flex my cock inside her. I reached up and pinched her nipples, making her throw her head back in ecstasy. With that I began to fuck harder, my body slapping against her, almost my full length sliding in and out of her tight, sopping wet pussy. My shaft glistened as I thrust hard enough to make her bounce on top of me. Our moans and screams were almost certainly heard by the hotel staff, but we didn't care. Harder and faster we fucked, our desire getting the better of us, the whole world melting away. My cock began to pulse and spasm as I felt my balls tighten up, and I could tell from the pulsing of her pussy that Nikki was close as well. I gave in completely to my desire and fucked her with wild abandon. My eyes closed, moving on instinct as my heart pounded in my chest. Then, all at once, Nikki screamed out and I felt her pussy clamp down on me. A blistering orgasm tore through her and it triggered a mind blowing climax of my own. My cock bucked and spasmed inside her as wave after wave of hot sticky cum filled her up. We moaned and screamed as we felt the orgasm roll through us and, just as suddenly, pass into the night. Nikki collapsed on top of me, completely spent, as was I. She kissed me tenderly as we listened to the quiet of the night outside our window. I softly bit her lower lip as she smiled at me. Then, without a word, she rolled off of me and laid next to me, resting her head on my neck between my chin and shoulder. She quickly fell asleep, and I soon followed, wondering to myself if the trip to Bucharest would be just as enjoyable.