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"Hey. Is that...?"

"Hmmm? Who do you mean?"

"That cat over there! In the corner of the room..."

"... I can't hear you, dude. Speak louder. Or point fingers, if you... Oooooh, yeah... Yeah, he's the one!"

Class B usually finished their P.E. hour late on Mondays - mostly because Jim, their teacher, had a habit of arriving late. That meant that there were usually ten minutes in which students from Class B and Class C would have to share the gym's locker room with each other. That short period of time would usually be full of loud chatter, door banging and angry voices complaining about how they had been waiting for an empty changing stall for too long. The noise was usually so loud that no teacher ventured entering that cursed place - even if those students were in Senior year, they were still mostly teenagers.

Except for two.

"I'd never seen him here. I heard he had to stay in bed for one year because he jumped off a balcony," one of the last students remaining in the locker room was whispering at that moment. His fox tail went back and forth excitedly, as if the cat he was curiously glancing at was his version of a pirate treasure he'd just found buried in his own garden. "You know, those are only rumors. But..."

"Sarah told me that it was a car accident," replied his friend, an otter that looked and sounded just as excited. "You see, he's gay, and he was blowing his boyfriend, so..."

"I bet he still has those scars in his back..."

"Look, he's gonna take his shirt off!"

Rory snorted.

He was used to that by that point, but he never ceased to be amazed at the crazy stories people could come up with. The black cat couldn't completely blame them for their overactive imagination, though. He had to admit he had caused quite a commotion when he had suddenly disappeared from classes more than two years ago. Of course, the school's principal had been properly informed about the reasons why he had to stay home, but his classmates had never got to know what had happened. Not that Rory cared too much about them, anyway.

But when he'd returned two years later, people had begun to ask questions again and the absence of answers had led them to create their own stories. There were some real scraps here and there, but they were mostly made-up, and Rory found the unleashed originality of some stories... worrying. In a way, he could forgive people for making up rumors, but speaking about them when he was in the same room was simply rude.

Well, he told himself. They're two years younger than you. Maybe you were like that too.

He was pretty sure that wasn't his case, but there was another person his same age in their academic year and the black cat was pretty sure he could be as rude or even ruder if he wanted to.

It still took him a big effort not to turn back and stare directly into that pair of students so that they'd know he was listening. Instead, he kept waiting patiently, arms crossed on his chest, in front of an occupied changing stall.

"What are you guys looking at with that face? You look so stupid," someone blurted out then. Rory recognized that voice as Logan's. The boar was one of Class C's rowdiest students - and quite a jerk, too. The black cat personally hated him, and it seemed he had just entered the locker room. One can't be too unlucky, Rory thought, instinctively shivering as he tried not to catch too much of the newcomer's attention.

"Hey, Logan," the fox said, greeting him. "We were just..."

But the boar never got to know what his classmates were doing.

"Hey hey guys what's going on here? What's the jinxcat freak doing in my spot?"

Nobody answered. Rory didn't turn back.

That was definitely not how he'd expected the morning to go.

"Are you deaf?" Logan asked, and the black cat could hear his heavy steps as he got closer and closer. His fur stood on end and he breathed in sharply mere seconds before the boar's hand fell on his shoulder and forced him to turn.

"I was asking. Why. You're in my spot," Logan asked then, slowly and menacingly. His tusks were now too close to the cat's face. He'd always thought those things could be really dangerous and he didn't want one of them to put his eye out, so he stood completely still.

Of course, he thought, that was exactly why they were there.

"I... didn't know this was your spot," Rory mumbled, trying not to let his fear show. It was an old piece of advice someone had given him years before, but it hadn't worked very well up to that point. Still, there were some habits that never changed.

"You didn't? I'm pretty sure you did. Maaan, you really like putting yourself in unfortunate situations, jinxcat," Logan said, growling a bit.

Rory didn't answer immediately. He tried glancing at the locker room's clock, but it was difficult to see from that position. _Where is he?_he thought, feeling slightly anxious.

"You can change first if you want," he said. At this point, he was either winning time or trying to avoid being bullied by the wrong guy - he just didn't know which.

"I don't want that. I want you to keep out of my sight and stop pissing me off," Logan snarled. His tusks got closer and Rory had to fight the impulse to close his eyes. "So do you think you can do that, jinxcat?"

Rory gulped. He was completely sure that, no matter what answer he gave, the boar wouldn't be satisfied. He'd been in that situation before and he hated it.

He hated it so much.

"Yes," he answered, trying to sound as calm as possible.

That only seemed to make the boar angrier.

"What... Didn't you hear me!? I don't think you have any idea who you're talking to, freak. I want you to..."

"HEY!!"

The shout echoed in the silent locker room and Rory let out a soft yelp, but no one noticed. Even Logan had shivered a bit at the sound of that powerful voice and the black cat felt a dark wave of satisfaction that was quickly buried behind his own fear. He didn't even need to look at the door to know that his knight in grey armor had just arrived.

Only that he probably didn't know it yet.

"What's going on here?" Bryan asked then, with a worryingly calm demeanor that usually indicated he was about to lose his temper.

"No... nothing," said the otter at the other side of the room. He and his fox friend had taken a few steps back as soon as they'd heard the shout, and now both of them looked pretty nervous.

It didn't look as if Bryan had any intention to harm them, though. His gaze was fixed upon the boar, who still hadn't turned to look at him and was still cornering the black cat against the wall. Rory could see a flash of fear in his eyes, that only grew more noticeable when the wolf asked, letting his impatience show:

"Are you deaf?"

He took a few steps towards the pair, still unusually calm for his standards. Rory thought he could hear Logan gulp.

There it was again: that nice, vindictive wave of power.

"We need to go," the fox intervened then. He sounded pretty agitated. "Er... Jim is calling us."

"R-right! See you later, guys..." the otter said.

They both left the room quickly, through the door that Bryan had been blocking just a few seconds before.

"I asked a question," Bryan continued then. His voice hid a dagger and Rory could feel it cutting the strings of Logan's ego.

"This is none of your business," the boar replied. He didn't sound convinced, though. "I was just telling this jinxcat that he'd better stay out of my way."

After saying those words, he turned around and tried to make a very poor impression of Bryan's own contained anger. It was obvious that the wolf was much bigger and stronger - not to mention, he was also a few years older - and it seemed the boar was trying to beat him on his aggressive-attitude game. It didn't look as if that strategy would give him better results, at least as far as Rory could see.

"And why would he listen to you, hog?" Bryan asked calmly. He hadn't stopped walking towards the boar with slow, threatening steps. Even if that display of dominance wasn't aimed at him, Rory couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated.

"Who are you calling hog, dog?" the boar asked, snarling a bit.

That was it.

Bryan jumped at Logan and, all of a sudden, the boar's confidence seemed to evaporate as he whimpered and took a few steps back. Rory quickly moved aside - otherwise, Logan would have hit him as he tried to retreat. He didn't even need to glance at him to know he was shaking like a leaf in the middle of a storm.

But it didn't seem as if Bryan wanted to do much more. The wolf just stood there, now closer to both of them, fangs slightly showing through his half-open mouth. A low growl could be heard somewhere and it sent a chill down Rory's spine.

"Out," Bryan said them. His eyes never left the boar. "OUT!!"

Logan didn't need to be told twice. He left the room as quickly as the wolf had entered, but the nervous steps he did it with didn't do his previous aggressive façade any favor. Rory watched him go, that dark satisfaction still swirling inside him at a constant, pleasant pace.

But it froze when Bryan's eyes suddenly moved towards him.

"I... I should leave, too," the black cat said, gulping and feeling a bit nervous all of a sudden. They were alone now.

What if it hadn't worked? What if this had all been a coincidence and he was making a fool of himself? The previous two times had gone alright, at least that he knew, but what if he was wrong? He didn't want to think about the consequences a mistake like that would have brought upon his shoulders.

"You're not leaving anywhere," Bryan grunted, taking a few steps closer.

Suddenly, he was the one cornering Rory against the wall. The black cat held his breath, feeling the whole weight of the wolf's shadow as it covered him completely.

"What do you think you were doing?" the wolf asked then, showing his fangs once again. Their sight filled the black cat with a similar fear to the one he'd felt when Logan's tusks had prevented him from moving. Only that now it was much worse.

He knows. I'm doomed, was all Rory could think at that moment. He closed his eyes, waiting for the imminent outburst.

"Do you think you can let anyone bully you just like that?" Bryan's question took the cat by surprise. "You're a grown-up, for fuck's sake! You're as old as I am, and you're giving me a bad name. I swear if you continue like this you'll ruin my reputation..."

"I don't think that can happen..." Rory began. As if he had a reputation, he thought.

Maybe the wolf guessed what he was thinking, because he punched the wall. Hard.

Rory shuddered.

"Maybe you can let anyone stomp on your pride, wimp," Bryan growled. Then he stopped and chuckled, as if he found that concept funny. "But that will make me very angry, you know. You should only let guys your age do that, stupid pussycat."

Rory gulped.

"So... you mean..."

"Shut. Up. When I'm talking!!"

The wolf's paw closed around his jaw and Rory let out a confused gasp. He wasn't sure what was going on anymore.

"What I mean is you're pathetic," Bryan continued. His fangs were really close to the cat's face now. "And I despise you. But I can't stand seeing how others toy with you because of that well behaved shtick of yours. It's painful to see."

Rory tried to speak, but he couldn't open his muzzle now that Bryan had it in his grip. There wasn't much he could say in a situation like that - maybe just use one of the... triggers, was it? that they'd practice the other day - but he would have appreciated having the chance to get out of that situation. Instead, he could just watch as the wolf's face got closer to his, so close that he could feel his warm, angry breath caressing his face as he kept him pinned against the wall.

"You should have a bit more pride," the wolf said then. His tone sounded slightly calmer now, for some reason, but Rory wasn't entirely sure that was a good thing. "Look at you. You're not that ugly. And behind that nerdy look of yours, you could even... Heh."

One of the wolf's thick thumbs moved to his cheek and the cat shivered. He could partly understand what was going on now, but there were still things that didn't make any sense.

"I bet no one's ever told you that." It was difficult to know whether Bryan was insulting or complimenting him. "You could be attractive if you tried to. Or at least look acceptable so that other people wouldn't kick you around. But will you do something to change that? No."

What kind of bullshit is this?, Rory asked himself. He found himself surprised of the intensity of that thought, but he still couldn't understand how, from all the things he would have expected the wolf to tell him in that situation, he was hearing specifically those words. He was as confused as he was scared and he was horny.

"Maybe you need someone to show you how that'd be like..." Bryan continued, teasingly stroking his lips. Rory could feel the heat of the wolf's body, the strength emanating from every inch of skin and fur. "Yeah... maybe that's all it takes. To make you a better version of yourself." The cat wanted to complain, but he was closer to moaning and he didn't want to feel that humiliated.

Or maybe he wanted.

He let out a soft moan when the wolf's other paw moved to his chest and Bryan took that opportunity to slide one of those thick fingers into the cat's mouth. Rory's eyes went wide as the faint blush that had covered his cheeks minutes ago suddenly took over his whole head. He was feeling pretty hot, too.

"Look at you. You're even cute."

The black cat glanced up, his gaze meeting Bryan's yellow eyes for a second before that playful finger moved around inside his mouth. Rory could feel the wolf toying with his tongue for a few seconds, his claw scratching just softly enough so that he wouldn't feel pain, yet still completely at the bigger beast's mercy. He shivered again, gasping as Bryan's body got closer to his and he could feel just every muscle tensing in appreciation for his new-found prey.

It felt amazing... and at the same time, it felt terrible.

Then, the wolf leaned forwards and kissed him. It wasn't a bad kiss. It wasn't a good kiss. Rory could feel the wolf's tongue playing roughly with his, exploring every corner and establishing dominance in a very pleasurable way. One was growling, the other was purring, and it seemed like the correct thing to do. It was exactly as he'd ever imagined it'd be and, at the same time, it felt like a completely strange experience. His body tingled and ached and shuddered but, behind all those sensations, he could feel a crippling disappointment beginning to settle, like a layer of dust on a long forgotten shelf.

Bryan broke the kiss and stared into his eyes.

"God, you're hot," he said, panting and with a greedy gleam in his eyes.

You are, too, Rory thought. It wasn't a happy thought.

He could feel the wolf pushing him towards the door of the changing stall right at his back. They kissed again in the process, and again, and again. The black cat managed to open the door without looking, and then Bryan practically threw him in. It seemed the changing stall had been free all that time, although Rory already knew that when he had gone to the locker room. It was absurd no one else had even checked, but that was how things were.

There were scraps of his plan that hadn't been such a bad idea, after all.

The wolf's paws fell on his chest, scratching, stroking, claiming. It was an aggressive dance of fur and claws and Rory could feel his body melting under the heat, but it wasn't as pleasing as he'd thought it'd be. Bryan growled a bit louder as he paused for a second and took off his own shirt, revealing an athletic frame that had definitely accompanied many girls - and boys - in their dreams. Rory only felt nostalgic.

"I think you're going to like this, pussycat boy," the wolf snarled then. His voice was so deep and husky and it pushed all of the cat's buttons. He knew then that, if he hadn't removed his shirt before the wolf entered the room, he would have probably had to walk back home shirtless. That was a thing to remember in case he wanted to perform that trick again, but he didn't think so.

Bryan was already taking off his own pants, arousal and power lust practically visible now - specifically between his legs. His eyes were completely fixed on the cat, as if at that point he thought his classmate was the most delicious thing he'd ever seen. When he finally managed to unbuckle his belt and his jeans fell to the floor, he kicked them and they hit the wall behind Rory. The wolf was in his underwear now and his massive boner was difficult to ignore.

"I'll make you mine, wimp" he whispered. He placed his paws on the wall behind the feline, leaving the cat's smaller head right between his thick arms as he moved his abdomen closer, both animals' naked stomachs touching each other now as grey and black fur collided.

Yours? Rory thought, preparing for another kiss, an ever more passionate one, maybe, this time. He was familiar with that concept. He thought he might have liked it in the past. But now...

He looked up slowly, his green eyes meeting Bryan's lustful gaze. The wolf gave him a dreamy grin that would have made anyone melt like a candle. The cat could have fallen in love for that smile.

But now.

"I don't like this," Rory said, finding a strength he never thought he had.

Then he snapped his fingers.

A very brief flash of confusion went through Bryan's face. Immediately after, it was replaced by a sudden, disoriented drowsiness and a timid sense of recognition that seemed to be rising from the wolf's subconscious. It didn't last for long, though.

Before Rory could react, Bryan's body was slackening fast, like a puppet whose strings had just been cut. The wolf stumbled and tumbled over the black cat, burying the feline's face on his chest and squeezing him involuntarily against the wall. Rory complained, trying to keep the huge beast from falling to the ground, although it wasn't precisely an easy task. It was like watching a skyscraper being demolished.

"Stand still," he asked, once he managed to break free from that heavy fur ball.

And the wolf obeyed as if that was what he was meant to do.

Rory still found it difficult to believe. It was so easy to just put Bryan in that state and force him to do whatever he wanted. He didn't have to rely on any excuses or outwit the wolf in any way. It was as simple as snapping his fingers. Of course, that had needed some preparation, but the cat was now completely sure it had been worth every second he had spent in the process. He'd had plenty of time to get ready when he'd been in bed for such a long time, too.

The only problem he seemed to encounter now was that the person in that bed didn't seem to be the same person as he was now.

"But I like this," he admitted, purring softly at the sight of a completely zonked out wolf.

He was so strong, yet so docile.

The same feeling again, that rush of power going through his spine and tingling on his temples, filling him with a determination that he'd never had before. Was he becoming addicted to that? The cat had no way of knowing, but he could tell he was really enjoying that. Much more than any other fantasy that had come across his mind.

Probably far too much for his own good. He pricked up his ears, trying to make sure nobody would interrupt them. It didn't look like it, though. The locker room was always empty for the whole hour. That was the reason why he'd planned to meet Bryan there.

But there were things on his plan that were wrong, and he hadn't noticed that until then. It was time to fix them.

"Last time, I said I wanted you to love me," he explained. The wolf probably didn't need the exposition, but he decided to say it out loud so that he could clear his own thoughts. "I didn't think that command would collide with your usual attitude towards me, but it seems it has." He paused for a second, thinking about it. "That's not the point, anyway. The point is that I've realized... that was wrong. Erase that suggestion from your mind now."

There wasn't any indication in the wolf's face that proved he'd followed, or even listened that command. Rory thought that might be a problem in the future.

"Now, Bryan," he began. "What did we say you do when you're in this place?"

It took the wolf a few seconds to answer.

"I... obey..." he muttered. That drowsy, compliant voice was much hotter than any word he could say when he was awake. Rory knew that at that very moment.

He wanted Bryan under his control, or he didn't want him at all.

"And if you obey, that must mean... you're my pet, right?"

No, wait, the cat thought. That wasn't correct - was there a direct correlation between the first proposition and the second? He doubted that, and he made a quick mental note to improve his suggestions in the future.

But the wolf nodded all the same.

"Good." Rory decided to follow the same pattern, at least for now. "And if you're my pet, that must be I'm your Master, right?"

Another nod. It was insultingly easy.

"So, from now on, whenever I command you to do something, you'll answer with 'Yes, Master' and obey. Do you understand?"

"Yeeees..."

The wolf's slurred speech felt almost like a whole orgasm to Rory.

"Yes what?" he gasped, enchanted.

"... yeees Master..."

"Veeeery good." The cat stroke that strong, broad chest and purred softly. It was all his. "I want you to go down on all fours now, just so you can prove you're my pet. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master..."

It was like controlling a character in a videogame, only easier. The wolf followed the command with no hesitation, adopting the position Rory had chosen for him so quick that it almost looked like he'd woken up. Only he hadn't. The cat could still see that vacant look in his face, mind lost somewhere else. Gone.

He moved to a corner. There wasn't much room in changing stalls to force such a big wolf to do his bidding, but he preferred the privacy in case someone walked in.

"Do ten push-ups."

Bryan did that without complaining. The cat could see every single muscle tensing, the wolf's athletic body working like a greased machine. And he did look like a machine - a very obedient robot, programmed to obey whatever his owner said.

"Do ten more."

The possibilities were endless, and Rory was beginning to think they had barely scratched the surface. The immense variety of things he could ask the wolf to do was dizzying and he hadn't even tried to think of any. This was the third time he put him under, why hadn't he considered all that stuff until that point? Why had he been so blind to the fact that he loved that control so, so much?

"Bark like a dog."

And Bryan barked.

"What must you do?"

"I... obeeey..."

"Bark again."

"... bark!"

Rory's paw fell on his new-found dog gently, caressing right between his ears. Bryan seemed to love the attention as his tongue lolled out and he let out a low, content growl. He even wagged his tail happily.

"Good boy," the cat said. "Goooood boy."

There were so many things he wanted to try.