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Chad surged awake, gasping. The sheets pooled around his hips, his bare, furred chest heaving as he gripped his knees. It was dark, and he was alone.

"That dream again..."

He could never remember specifics, but there were always bright lights, indistinct figures, and a creeping feeling of dread that crawled into his stomach and refused to leave until the sun broke the next day.

He settled back into the pillows, one arm stretching above his head. His paw twitched towards his boxer shorts, indecision chasing the remnants of his nightmare around the inside of his head.

"Should I?"

His claws gripped the elastic hem of the shorts, grazing his stomach, and his libido won out.

What else was he to do at three o'clock in the morning? Besides, he hadn't done it since yesterday, and he was aching.

He gripped his cock, gently at first, and he began to feel himself harden. Stroking slowly, he turned his muzzle into the pillow to muffle any sounds he made. Miles, his brother, was right next door, and Chad knew he stayed up late playing his stupid online games. MMORPG or whatever the fuck he called them...

He twisted his fist on the upstroke and yanked the pillow further into his maw, hips twitching slightly. His grip tightened, and he began to stroke faster, biting down on the pillow to silence the moans. He braced his heels into the mattress and pistoning his hips upwards he fucked his own fist, making his bed rattle quietly against the wall.

He came with a silent scream, directed into the pillow, shuddering as he felt his seed pour from the tip of his cock over his fist.

"Fuck... I think that was even more than yesterday..."

He carefully untangled himself from the sheets and stood up, peeling his boxers off and using them to sop up the worst of the mess. He tossed the soaked garment towards his laundry basket, then crawled naked back into bed. He drifted off slowly, the lingering dread still clinging to his stomach. Faceless figures haunted the edges of the rest of his dreams, holding bright lights and speaking in strange, muffled languages.

--

Chad shoveled his cereal into his mouth, eyes locked onto the small television in the kitchen.

"Are you even chewing?" Miles asked from the other side of the table, looking up from his phone for a moment.

"Fuck off Miles. "

"Chad!" This was his mother, who had entered the kitchen just then,"Don't talk to your brother like that!"

"Yes ma'am. Sorry." Chad tried to look sheepish, then turned back to the television. Baseball was on, and Jake was supposed to play this game.

Jake...

Jake was a year older than him, and until a year ago had been his best friend. Well, he supposed they were still best friends, but he hadn't seen him since he won the Graduation Student Athletic Selection ('The Selection' for short) last year.

Jake sent letters sometimes, but they always seemed... slightly off. This didn't bother Chad too much, when you're a famous sports star your priorities change, and you stop having so much time for things like your old childhood best friend. He was sure he'd be the same way when he won this year.

Chad whooped as Jake stepped on screen and up to the plate, his striped tail swishing back and forth as he tapped the bat on the ground once, twice, three times. He narrowed his masked eyes towards the pitcher's mound, squinting in the sun. The handsome raccoon took his stance, waited--

CRACK!

"HOMERUN!" Chad shouted, leaping out of his seat. Miles lifted his bowl away from the shaken table and rolled his eyes. Ignoring him, Chad did a victory lap around the table, finishing with a couple of victory push-ups.

"Okay, okay... " his mom said, laughing, "Okay Chad, back to the real world please. I need you to walk Miles to school today."

"Aw what!" Chad flopped over on to his back, and stared pleadingly up at his mother. "I was going to train! I've gotta train!"

"Oh, that reminds me--" She said, turning and pulling something from a drawer by her side. "Do you still want my help with the poky part, sweetie?"

Miles snickered and Chad flushed. He snatched the syringe from his mother's paws. "I can do it myself..." he muttered.

He dropped back into his chair, and carefully parting his fur, slid the needle into the side of his thigh. He pressed the plunger down and watched the white liquid slide into his veins. Miles made fake gagging noises behind him.

"Gross!"

"Shut up Miles."

"I don't know why you take that stuff. Like what's the point?"

Chad stood and stretched, handing the empty syringe to his mother, who dropped it into the used sharps container next to the sink.

"Hm, getting kind of full in there..." She said mildly, ignoring her sons' bickering. She turned back to see Miles accusingly pointing his spoon at Chad and saying:

"--it makes no sense, why not chill out for once--"

She sighed. "Miles, honey, Chad has to take these to help him grow big and strong for the competition! It's crunch time!"

She struck a silly bodybuilder pose, trying to flex. Chad felt his insides crumble into shame. Why did he have the most embarrassing mom in the world...

Trying to shake off the cringe, Chad shouldered his backpack and beckoned to Miles.

"Okay pipsqueak, let's go. Try to keep up this time"

--

Chad always jogged to school, and he didn't see why he should stop now just because his wimp of a brother was so out of shape. He could hear Miles wheezing from about six feet back, struggling to keep up as he clutched his books to his chest.

Chad noticed a group of his friends up ahead and waved, speeding up and leaving Miles in the dust.

He skidded to a stop at the edge of their circle, and clapped his buddy Rex on the back.

"Hey bud! ... You're not looking so hot. What'd I miss?" Rex turned towards him and scrubbed his paw over his sunken eyes.

"Nothing, nothing. None of us slept well last night, that's all. Nightmares, not to sound like a pussy or anything. What about you?" Chad shrugged "Nothing unusual. Slept like a baby!" He laughed out loud and slapped Rex on the back again, making him stumble slightly.

"Well, now I'm tired and my back hurts." He grumbled, "Thanks a bunch, pal."

Chad ignored him and greeted the other guys. He pretended not to notice Miles arrive at his elbow, still wheezing.

The bell rang, and they all started to move towards the school building.

"Chad!" One of his friends called over his shoulder, "See you at the gym tonight? Crunch time, buddy!"

Chad shuddered.

"Can't tonight," he called back, "gotta look after the wimp."

"I'm right here!"

"Alright man! See ya later!" His friends rounded the corner and disappeared from view, and Chad longed to follow them. Or at least get rid of his weak, wimpy, pathetic little-

"Why'd you tell them you slept well last night?" Miles asked, pushing his glasses up his nose and interrupting Chad's self-indulgent train of thought.

"What? Because I did sleep well. Big training sesh, and those protein shots you hate so much also help regulate sleep or something. Natural chemicals or some shit."

"I heard you yell, though."

Chad froze. "Oh, that uh... that wasn't a nightmare."

"What was it then?"

"I'll tell you once you get a girlfriend, you wimp. Now get the fuck to class."

--

Chad slouched through the front door, letting it swing shut behind him before Miles could follow. He considered locking him out, discarding the idea on the grounds that Miles would probably snitch to their mother when she got home later.

Dropping his backpack on the floor, he wandered into the kitchen. He grabbed an apple and picked up the short note their mom had left for them on the counter.

Hi Loves!

Home around 9! Pizza in the freezer.

DON'T. FIGHT. - Love, Mom.

Chad sighed, and crumpled up the note before tossing it behind his back and into the garbage can. He hated looking after Miles, whom he could hear in the living room booting up a video-game; after school was supposed to be prime-time for training.

He knew why he had to, of course, their mom was spread thin ever since dad had walked out when he was a pup. Or died. Or vanished. Chad didn't know, his mom never spoke about it. He had vague memories and impressions of a tall wolf, with big arms and a thick jaw... but these were as ephemeral as the figures in his dreams.

Shaking off the strange feelings, he turned his mind towards things he understood: working, training, and winning. Speaking of...

He poked his head into the living room. Miles had his back to him, and was glued to the TV.

"Hey!" he barked, "Mom said you have to come on a run with me."

Miles didn't look up from his game, it was one of the fighting ones. It looked like anime characters were beating the crap out of one another. Chad could have theoretically gotten behind this concept, if it didn't mean admitting he shared any interests with his geeky little brother.

"Miles!"

"She didn't say that."

"Yes she did. She wrote a note and everything. Legally binding."

"Let me see it then!"

Chad crossed his arms. "Can't."

"Why not?"

"Or won't, pick one. Come on, it'll be fun."

Miles responded by settling further into the couch, and starting a new game.

"How about this then," Chad said, striding forward and looming over the back of the couch, "do it or I'll tip you headfirst in the toilet, and then leave you in the yard."

Miles gulped.

--

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all... " Chad thought, stopping once again to let Miles catch up. He tapped his foot as Miles finally came around the corner of the wooded path. Miles tripped to a stop next to him and bent over, wheezing, hands on his knees.

"Why... I mean... how... how the fuck... could you do this... for fun...?"

"Because I'm not a gimpy little weakling?"

Miles glared at him.

"More... more like... you're crazy."

"I'm crazy?" Chad yelled, suddenly incensed, "What's crazy is you!! You're squandering your potential, and you're too stupid and brain dead to realize!"

"Whatever." Miles straightened up and fixed his glasses before starting down the path again. Chad followed, easily keeping pace with his brother. He was still mad.

"Seriously! I work my ass of all day, every day, and you think the greatest thing in life to ascend to is a high-fucking-score!"

Miles kept his eyes on the sandy forest path. "I think you mean 'to aspire to'."

Chad snorted in disbelief.

"And I just don't get it!" Miles continued, "This 'competition' is fucking weird! 'The Selection?' Nobody comes home after they win, not even to visit!"

"Well, it's because-"

"Because they're busy, yeah, so you say. Did you know Jake's mom hasn't even talked to him on the phone?"

Chad stopped. "How the Hell do you know that?"

"I heard her and mom talking at the grocery store the other day." Miles stopped and turned on his heel, staring up at Chad with wide eyes. "Don't you think that's weird? And you can lie to your friends, but you can't lie to me."

"What are you talking about?"

"The nightmares, Chad. I know you're having them, I've heard you yelling. All my friends have them too, and... and so do I."

"That's ridiculous. It's just a coincidence, end of year jitters or something."

"The figures, the scary feeling in your stomach-"

Chad crossed his arms, trying to mask his shiver of deep unease with a show of bravado. "Huh! No wonder you're so wimpy, if you and all your friends are too afraid to do something as easy as sleeping."

"Chad-"

"Seriously, it's just exam nerves. Tell your friends to quit giving you ideas. Or do I have to knock some heads?"

"Chad! I think something is really wrong here!"

"Miles! I have got bigger things to worry about right now! The Selection is in exactly three days, and I've been working up to this my entire life!"

Miles sighed and put his face into his paws. "Okay, okay, fine. Can I please just show you one thing? Then I won't bring it up again, promise."

"Depends. What is it?"

"It's hard to explain, you have to just see it for yourself."

Chad huffed, sceptical.

"We can run there?" Miles tried.

Chad uncrossed his arms and nodded, satisfied. "Lead the way!" He shouted, taking off down the trail. Miles shook his head, and took off after him.

--

Chad looked around, noticing that the sandy trail they had been following was growing fainter. He had never actually been this deep into the woods that bordered their town before, and he wondered what could be out here that Miles wanted to show him. And when his lazy brother could have had time to come all the way out to the middle of the woods...

"It's just up ahead..." Miles called, still a couple meters behind him, "Take the next left!"

Chad obliged, and after a few steps the trail seemed to disappear completely. It was like a magic trick, all of a sudden he was surrounded by trees and brush. Even the light was dimmer out here.

Chad slowed to a walk, letting Miles take the lead. Miles hopped over a fallen log and rounded a particularly thick copse of trees. Chad followed, and what he saw took a few minutes to register in his brain.

"What the ffff...?"

A large, dark green vertical plane stretched out in front of him. It blended so solidly into the trees that he almost walked into it. Chad stood next to Miles and shook his head a couple of times, trying to make the perspective make sense. He looked right, then left. The forest was so dark and the wall so perfectly camouflaged that it seemed to vanish a couple meters out in either direction. Miles was standing next to it, looking at him and resting a paw on the strange surface.

Chad stretched out his arm and, mirroring his brother, pressed a paw against it. It was cool to the touch, and definitely metal. Miles watched him anxiously.

"Weird, right? It goes pretty far around. I think it goes all around the town..."

For the second time in an hour, Chad fought down his rising unease.

"So?" He asked, removing his paw. "Towns have walls. It's not a new thing."

"Yeah, but camouflaged walls? Where you can't see the top?"

Chad laughed, trying to dispel the atmosphere. "Who knows what the city planners are doing, it's not our business!"

Miles looked wildly between Chad and the strange wall, before snatching his paw back like he'd been burned.

"I guess you're right..."

"It's all for a good reason, probably. Nothing to worry about."

Miles sighed and hugged his arms around himself. Chad slapped him on the back, making him stumble.

"Is this it, or was there like a really sinister sidewalk you wanted to show me as well?"

"...Let's just go home."

"Whatever. Race?"

"Hell no-"

He'd barely finished before Chad grabbed his wrist and sped into the woods, dragging Miles behind him like an angry kite.

--

Chad's stomach was turning in knots. He sat at the kitchen table, one knee bouncing rapidly. The Selection was tomorrow. He'd trained all day every day, even late into the night sometimes. He'd done everything he could, and now all there was to do was to rest his muscles and wait for the big day.

This was what he'd been telling himself all morning, but it hadn't helped the butterflies in his stomach. It felt like there were an entire army of them, flitting back and forth and conspiring to make him throw up.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He shot out of his seat.

"I'm going to take a shower!" he barked, trying to keep the quiver out of his voice.

His mom turned around, she had been washing dishes while he agonized.

"Didn't you take one this morning?" She asked, drying a plate. "Chad, honey?"

"Yep, just been sweating a lot! Nerves!" Chad called over his shoulder, speed-walking out of the room.

"Did you take your shot this morning?" His mom asked as he disappeared around the corner.

"Yes ma'am!"

He ducked past Miles, at his usual place on the living room couch, and sprinted up the stairs.

Chad barely got the door locked and the water running before he took himself in his hand. He felt like he was going to explode as he stepped under the spray.

He was always horny, he chalked it up to being a teenager, but these past few days all he could think about was sex. It clouded his entire mind, any and all brain power that wasn't taken up with counting reps was busy fantasizing about slamming his cock somewhere warm and wet... digging his claws into someones thighs as he pistoned his hips in and out andinandoutohfuck...!

Chad grunted and came into his fist, spurting endless white ropes into the bottom of the shower. He let the hot water wash his semen down the drain, grasping the base of his member. That was another thing; lately he'd been able to go two, three, once even four times in a row.

"Too bad I've been too busy for a girlfriend... Any chick would be over the moon for some of this..."

Chad started stroking himself again, slower this time. He turned his face into the warm water, letting it pour over his shoulders and slick down his mane. He let his mind wander, imagining bouncing breasts and plush, parted lips. Lips wrapped around his cock... He clenched his fist, balancing himself with his other hand pressed against the cool tile of the shower wall. He jerked faster.

Lips wrapped around his cock, eyes staring up at him, eyes nestled in the middle of a black mask...

Jake pulled his head back, lips popping off the tip of his cock, and began to stroke him, sticking his tongue out to catch Chad's seed...

Chad came again, pressing his muzzle into his bicep to muffle his yell. He pumped his hips into his fist, riding out his orgasm. The pleasure leached out of his stomach, quickly followed by a wave of shame. He didn't want to think about Jake like that! Chad hunched his shoulders. He just admired Jake's body, that's all. And he was thinking about the competition, which Jake had won last year, and the thoughts had gotten mixed up in his brain. That's all that happened.

He forced the shame down to the bottom of his stomach, until he could barely feel it at all. Even so, the mood was definitely dead. He quickly shampooed and rinsed his fur just for the look of things, before turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. His nerves had abated slightly, his muscles relaxed. Chad tousled himself dry then wrapped the towel low around his waist, striding back to his room.

He'd just do naked push-ups for a couple of hours. That should get rid of the rest of the anxiety.

--

Chad leaned against the tree, feeling the rough bark against his bare back. He felt the dappled sunshine warming his fur and sighed, his tired muscles loosening.

He glanced at Jake. He was leaning on the tree next to Chad, his arms crossed loosely across his chest. He had his eyes closed, and had turned his masked face towards the sky.

"What's the first thing you're going to do when you win?" Chad asked him, tapping his tail nervously on the ground. The raccoon was the only one that made the otherwise braggadocious wolf nervous, in a strange and deep way that he didn't know how to articulate.

Jake chuckled without opening his eyes. "When I win? Don't you mean if?"

"If and when you win. And when you break every Selection record ever set!"

Chad pumped his fist to punctuate his last point, but felt immediately embarrassed at the silly gesture. He was glad Jake's eyes were still closed. Jake laughed again, not unkindly. Chad flushed, pleased that he was pleased.

Chad zealously looked up to the older raccoon. He admired not only the strength of his body, but that of his personality. Jake was set to participate in the Selection at the end of next year, a year ahead of him. This meant that they weren't competitors, but Chad had a deep, vague impression that even if they had been going directly head to head, he would still be cheering for Jake to win.

Jake got to his feet and stretched his arms over his head, looking down at Chad.

"Well Harris, first thing I'm gonna go to my favourite restaurant, order everything on the menu, put it in a bowl with a cherry on top, and eat it all."

Chad snorted. "Of course."

"Then," Jake continued, "I'm going to fuck every chick in every city from here to Kansas."

Chad whooped with laughter, clutching his stomach and rolling around in the dirt.

"Starting with your mom."

"Hey!" Chad said, sitting up. "Take that back!"

"Take what back? I'm just stating facts. Once she sees me in action, who can blame her? Then it's just a matter of time. Son."

"What!? No!"

Chad scrambled to his feet and took a swipe at Jakes shoulder, but he danced back out of the way.

"Oh, Mrs. Harris!" He sang teasingly, deftly side-stepping Chad's attempt to tackle him, "I saw you in the bleachers earlier! Can I come over? You don't mind if I take my shirt off do you?"

"Shut up!" "Oh the kids aren't home? And you've been so lonely since your husband left? What a dirt-bag! If you need company, I can- oof!"

Chad rammed into him, shoulder first, bearing him to the ground.

"I said shut up!"

Jake looked up at him, saying nothing. Chad could see in his eyes that he knew he'd gone too far.

"... Sorry, Harris. That wasn't cool of me."

"It's fine."

Chad rolled off of Jake and sat in the dirt with a huff.

Jake reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Really, I'm sorry."

They sat in silence for a few moments.

"Well," Jake asked, carefully breaking the tension, "What are you going to do when you win?"

Chad thought for a minute, then smirked. "Probably fuck your sister."

Jake blinked a couple of times, his mouth an 'O' of surprise, before he tossed his head back and laughed. "Yeah, yeah, I guess I deserved that."

Chad started laughing too, and soon they were both laying on their backs in the dirt, chortling.

"It's getting late," Jake said, catching his breath. "We should head back soon. I told my mom I'd only be on this run until sundown."

"Yeah, same. Race back?"

"Hell yeah. You're on, Harris!"

--

Chad walked steadily down the stairs of his family home. It was the morning of his big day, the biggest day of his life, and he barely felt like he inhabited his body at all. His mind had floated somewhere up above him, connected to the rest of his physical self with only the barest thread of awareness. He didn't think he was nervous, but he also didn't think he was much of anything at that point. He reached the bottom of the stairs and headed into the kitchen. His mom was standing at the kitchen table, laying out a plate and some cutlery. She looked up as he entered.

"Good morning sweetheart!" She said, looking up at him with a smile that quickly turned confused. "Chad, are your shorts on backwards? And inside out?"

Chad returned to earth long enough to look down, right at the tag that was supposed to be out of sight on the other side of his body.

"Huh. Guess I did."

Saying so, he carefully pulled out the chair and sat down.

"Oh, well," said his mom, "Just remembered to get changed before we head out."

Chad nodded, and began to mechanically shovel pancakes and bacon into his mouth.

Something else wormed its way slowly into his foggy brain.

"...Wait... where's Miles?"

"You didn't hear us? He had to leave in the middle of the night. He had to go to the hospital! Appendicitis, the doctors say. I'd be with him right now, but I didn't want you to be alone this morning."

"Huh..." For the first time Chad noticed the dark circles under his mom's eyes, and the way her smile didn't quite reach them. "Well, I hope he's okay."

"I'm sure he is. Or he will be. I'm going to visit him the second the Selection is over! You can come too, if you don't-... Well. If things don't go your way."

Chad nodded, barely hearing her, and continued eating. As he ate he thought about the strange run he had taken with his brother, and the wall at the edge of the woods, and how worried Miles had seemed. He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts away. There was no possible way the two things could be connected.

He moved through the rest of the morning in a fog, still feeling like he was floating, like he was just checking every activity off a list in his brain.

Go up stairs: ?

Change shorts around: ?

Grab gym bag: ?

Go down stairs: ?

Take shot: ?

Put on shoes: ?

Get in car: ?

Chad stared out the window as his mom pulled out of their driveway, fighting the oddest feeling that his life was about to change forever.

--

They arrived at the packed stadium. Throngs of people gathered around, the chattering of the crowd bringing Chad rudely back to the present. His mom tapped her fingers against the steering wheel, obviously impatient at the long line of cars they had just joined. It snaked towards the parking lot, sunlight glinting off shiny metal roofs.

"You know what sweetheart, why don't you head in right now and I'll find somewhere to park and catch up to you later?" "Okay." Chad started to open his door. "Wait- what if I don't see you before it starts?"

"Just look for me in the crowd, darling. I'll be cheering the loudest."

She smiled a strange smile at him, deep and sad, again not reaching her eyes. Were those tears...? Chad had no time to dwell though, because then she was kissing his forehead and shooting him out of the car, wishing him luck.

Chad was swept along by the press of people, the noise of their conversations echoing in his ears. He looked around, noticing for the first time a tightness in the eyes of the adults, a certain subdued energy in the way the parents herded their shrieking children towards the entrance.

"Wonder what that's all about... was everyone always this much of a downer?"

His parents, and later solely his mother, had brought him to the Selection every one of the previous 18 years he'd been alive. The event was always the highlight of his year, bigger than even christmas and his own birthday, filled with excitement and sunshine.

"I suppose year 19 is when you really start growing up. 19 is when everything changes."

Chad peeled off from the crowd and headed towards the athletes entrance. His heart pounded in his ears as he approached the small, nondescript door. How many times had he dreamt of the exact moment growing up?

He laid his paw on the handle and took a deep breath. He pushed the door open, and stepped forward into the cool shadows. The door swung shut behind him, instantly cutting off the light and the noise from the crowd.

It was dark, and he was alone.

--

"Hey, has anyone seen Rex?"

Chad had joined the rest of the male athletes in their change rooms, and he looked up as his friend Anthony shut his locker next to him.

"No," He said, pulling on his socks, "My mom dropped me off. I thought he came with you guys?"

"No, no one's seen him."

"Huh. Weird. Well, not to spit on his grave, but one less competitor, am I right boys?" Chad snapped his towel at Anthony's bare bottom. Anthony yelped and leapt backwards, trying to protect his bare cock from a further attack.

"C'mon dude, fuck off!"

Chad chuckled and shut his own locker, glad he'd put his shorts on first. He'd also decided to forgo the tanktop that was optional for the males, opting instead to go bare-chested. He'd always felt more comfortable shirtless anyway.

Once everyone had gotten dressed, there was nothing left to do but wait for the crowd to find their seats and the opening acts to commence. A nervous hush fell over the gathered animals, and Chad took the opportunity to study his competition. There were 20 of them in total. He knew them all from school and the gym, but he was only close with Anthony and Rex.

He liked Rex, but he was privately glad that the german shepherd wasn't there to compete. Chad had never had much confidence in his physical abilities, and felt he'd only end up embarrassing himself. Anthony was a wolf like him, though not built nearly as solidly. He was lithe and wiry, and his strengths lay in speed and agility. Chad felt he could go either way, though in a straight fight Chad would definitely come out on top. His eyes skated over the rest of the assembled young males, all of them either 19 or (like him) looking forward to their 19th birthday later that year. He was still the tallest and the broadest, though not by much.

It would be a close fight, but he was going to give it his all.

A buzzer ripped forth from the speaker mounted on the wall.

"All athletes to the field, all athletes to the field please, take up starting positions. Repeat, all athletes to the field to take up starting positions."

Anthony clapped him on the shoulder, eyes glassy and jaw set. Chad could only nod.

As one they rose, and headed through the dim hallway to the blinding sunshine beyond.

--

Chad's ears were ringing. Many paws were grabbing him, shaking his hand and patting his back and hugging his shoulders. Bemused, he watched as the mass of animals before him seemed to move in slow motion, no sound coming from their cheering maws. He looked down and stared uncomprehending at the medal resting against his bare chest, a disc of cold pressed against his heated and sweaty skin.

The medal was gold.

Everything came rushing back, and Chad swayed in place with the force of emotion that rolled over him. He was stepping up to a pedestal. The highest pedestal. He looked to his side and saw a fox he didn't know standing in the second place spot, and beyond him was Anthony, standing in third place. Beyond Anthony ranged the 7 runners up, all of them bearing expressions mixed with equal parts shame and joy.

Chad raised his fists above his head and roared, and the crowd roared with him.

The last 6 hours were an exhausting blur. Chad remembered heat and dust and sweat in his eyes. He remembered wrestling a male hyena to the ground, seeing the resigned submission in his eyes, and feeling the elation in his own as he realized he was moving on to the next round...

He remembered the crushing disappointment as he came second in a 100m dash, watching Anthony do a victory lap...

He remembered using that disappointment, turning it into anger and turning that into pure adrenaline and motivation as he lined up for a 500m race...

Chad gripped his medal, squeezing it so tightly he could feel the disc cutting into his palm. He was afraid it would vanish, and he would wake up.

He glanced across the field at the female winners. The gyms had been separated by gender, so he didn't really know any of them. Though shorter for the most part, they seemed to all have muscles at least in equal size to the males. The first-place female was a tall and surly leopard, her tail swishing back and forth as she stared victoriously up at the crowd.

Chad turned his eyes to the crowd as well, desperately seeking out his mother. He couldn't find her. This was no surprise, as the entire town turned out every year to watch.

He was still looking when one of the Selection attendants started to tug on his elbow, herding him and the rest of the winners towards the double doors at the edge of the stadium.

Chad followed the herd, still gripping his medal. Both of the winning sexes mingled for a brief moment as they reached the doors, but the hallway branched just inside. The females were taken down the left hall while Chad had to follow his group down the right. He regretted this, it would be interesting to talk with one of them.

And even more interesting to hook up with one...

Chad fantasized about muscled thighs as he tripped along at the head of his group, flanked on either side by Selection Attendants dressed in white. He didn't notice the two more that emerged from hidden doorways and fell into step at the rear of the 10 males.

They were led on and on, excitedly chatting amongst themselves about what fantastic award awaited them, and which sports team they were going to join. "Whichever pays the highest!" seemed to be the general consensus. The Attendants refused to engage with them, in fact they barely even looked at the boys, only staring resolutely forwards.

After they had walked for what felt like 15 minutes, (chatter amongst the winners having long since dropped off, replaced by breathless anticipation) Chad noticed that the floor of the hallway was sloping downwards, and the air was becoming cold and damp.

"Where are we going?" He asked the Attendant.

He got no answer.

A now-familiar unease rose in his stomach. Memories of the strange wall came, unbidden, to the front of his mind, as well as the nightmares that had been plaguing all of them. For the first time he noticed the tasers hanging at the Attendants' belts.

Chad gulped.

They finally slowed to a stop in front of a giant metal door. It was made from the same strange green material as the wall in the woods. The Attendants gestured at them to stop, and stepped forward to pull the doors open.

Chad gasped, mind blanking with fear. Behind him he could hear one of the other winners begin to wail.

--

They were in a giant domed hallway. The hall was covered floor to ceiling in screens, displaying nothing but solid dark blue. There were a few shapes, moving back and forth, but Chad couldn't make out what they were.

There was something else, nagging at the back of his mind. Screaming, in fact. Chad blinked his eyes, forcing them to make sense of what was in front of him.

Then, like a magical puzzle, everything fell into place.

They weren't screens, it was glass. One continuous piece of glass, sheltering them from what must have been thousands of pounds of water.

They were under the ocean.

Chad's knees buckled, and he was yanked back to his feet by a pair of attendants, brandishing humming tasers. He stumbled forwards, still staring upwards in horror.

As he watched, some of the shapes coalesced, illuminated by the lamps lining the floor of the underwater hall. A pair of orcas swam forwards, each of them easily 9 feet tall, both of them naked. They tread water and pressed their webbed hands to the glass, leering down at the shirking winners. One of them said something, making the other laugh. His grin bared sharp, carnivorous teeth. They elbowed each other and pointed. Chad felt they were pointing right at him.

One, the one who had made the first joke, pounded his fist against the glass, making it thud deep and low. Chad looked up and watched as he rubbed the slit between his legs, pressing his palm down as a light pink appendage began to emerge between his fingers. His companion only laughed harder. Chad turned his eyes to the floor and stumbled forward, mind wiped blank with terror and confusion. The attendants gave no reaction to the antics.

Chad stared at his feet, gold medal still bouncing against his chest. The final ceremonies, only 20 minutes ago, seemed infinitely far away.

They finally reached the end of the hall, and another large metal door. The attendants pulled these open as well, and forcefully gestured the winners inside. They shuffled forwards, visions of lavish luxury disappearing rapidly before their eyes.

The attendants didn't follow, instead slamming the doors the second the last heel had crossed the threshold.

Chad blinked rapidly, trying to adjust his eyes. They were in a dim, large, open space. He could sense other figures out in the gloom, laying and sitting on the floor and on the hard, low benches that lined the walls.

"Chad!?" A voice rang out. A familiar voice.

"...Jake!?"

--

Chad leaned back against the wall, the cement cold against his bare back. He was sitting next to Jake, their shoulders touching. He had long imagined their reunion, and none of his fantasies had come even close to this. It felt like some cruel, elaborate joke.

"So..." Chad said, his head still spinning, "This is where you've been?"

"Yep." Jake sighed, and knocked his head back against the cement wall. "Aside from my scheduled TV appearances, this is where I've been."

"...Why? I mean... What...? Those... Orcas? Those orcas I saw, what is...?"

Jake sighed again, rubbing his jaw. "They're our... kings? Rulers, I guess. They oversee everything in our town. And everywhere else."

"That can't be real."

"It is. They're just quiet about it. I think the adults back home know, or at least suspect. But it's safer to be docile."

Chad gripped his knees, trying to control his breathing. "But why? Why are we here?"

Jake was silent for a long moment, before taking a deep breath. "They use us. They... harvest us. Our... you know, our seed."

Chad's bile rose. "Oh." was all he could think to say.

"I don't fully know why they do it," continued Jake, "but they definitely use it for something."

Chad could barely hear him, still reeling from how fast his life had changed. Part of him was still waiting to wake up, to be in his bed the next morning, having woken from a particularly vivid nightmare.

The Selection...

The name had a sinister cast now.

"They call it the Selection because...?"

"They select us, yeah. Only the strongest get this honour." Jake spat the last word through his teeth.

Chad was about to respond when he was interrupted by a door slamming open. A new orca strode through, head and shoulders above the white garbed attendants that shadowed him. At least this one was wearing clothes, a cloth wrap that sat low on his hips.

"Anthony Garcia!" He called, his voice strange and musical.

Anthony whimpered. He was huddled a few meters away from Chad, curling into a little ball.

The white robed attendants fanned outwards, systematically searching for their quarry.

Anthony screamed when they found him, begging as they dragged him away. Anyone who would have thought about helping was immediately deterred by the crackling tasers clutched in the white robed hands, and by the steely glare of the orca. He stood by the door, arms crossed, watching as Anthony was dragged through the door.

Chad couldn't take it anymore. He rolled to the side and vomited. No one reacted, and in fact he could hear a few of his fellows doing the same. Jake barely shuddered, his eyes closed.

Chad wiped his mouth and sat up.

"You get used to it," Jake said, without opening his eyes. "One by one, you get used to it."

That declaration, more than anything, cemented his dread.

Chad buried his face in his arms. He barely heard the door open again.

"Chad Harris?"

He buried deeper, willing himself to wake up.

"CHAD HARRIS?!"

Hands gripped his arms, he heard the crackle of electricity. Chad desperately whipped his head around, staring pleadingly at Jake.

Jake's eyes were still closed, but his claws were digging into the cement floor, cracking with the force of his shame.

Chad hung his head, and stumbled along between his two captors.

--

In the hallway, his strength and drive returned. All of a sudden he was filled with rage and defiance. How dare they. How dare they! He just won the biggest sports event of the year! He won! The stupid medal was still around his neck!

Chad twisted his arm out of the Attendant's grip, and before he could retaliate Chad punched him in the face. He wrenched his other arm free, and took off down the dank hallway. He had never run so fast in his life, feet and heart pounding. He ducked left and right, taking turns at random and bursting through every door he saw.

He could hear shouts behind him, and he took another turn at random.

SMACK!

His desperate flight was rudely interrupted as he ran face first into another pair of orcas. They were so solid and strong that he bounced right off, sprawling backwards on to the floor.

He looked up and saw that it was the two orcas from earlier. They were still naked.

They looked at one another and grinned big toothy grins. The attendants and the robed orca finally caught up to them, skidding around the corner. They froze when they saw the two standing there.

"Sirs!" The robed orca said, "We didn't see you there! So sorry about this one, it was rather slippery."

"I thing 'e brogge my node..." One attendant muttered, the one that Chad hit. He was pressing a sleeve to his face, his front covered in crimson.

The two naked orcas laughed again.

"Fear not, you incompetent fools. We can take it from here."

"Sirs-"

"Do not argue." He turned to his companion, "Naunet?" "Tefnut?"

"Shall we?"

There was an evil glint in his eye. "Yes, yes I think we shall."

The stooped in unison and grasped Chad's biceps, pulling him to his feet. The robed orca shrugged. He beckoned to his attendants, and the little group headed back the way they came, the bloody one bringing up the rear.

Tefnut and Naunet dragged him down the hallway, muttering and giggling to each other over Chad's head. After several minutes of winding hallways they finally reached a door. Naunet shouldered it open, and dragged Chad in after him. The room, like every other so far, was dark. The only illumination came from the clear, shallow pool set into the center of the floor.

"What the fuck is this-"

"We just want to have some fun, before you are worn out from serving your purpose."

Tefnut tossed him to the ground, Naunet locked the door behind them. Tefnut strolled to the water and slipped in. It was only deep enough to reach his shoulders, but it would easily submerge Chad were he to stand on the bottom as Tefnut was.

Tefnut beckoned him forwards, a coy expression on his face.

Chad shook his head, snarling and trying to scoot backwards towards the door. He backed into Naunets shins, and he kicked him on to his stomach. Naunet then crouched down and pressed a knee into the center of his back, pinning him.

Tefnut laughed, treading water.

Chad wriggled, trying to push himself up.

"Get the fuck off me!"

They just laughed again. Chad was growing sick of the high-pitched, musical chortling.

Naunet, knee still in the middle of his back, reached out and gathered Chad's wrists in his hand. Chad flexed his arms, trying to wrench himself free. The orca's grip was nothing like the spindly Attendant's, it was like trying to bend cement.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" Chad yelped, embarrassed at how high pitched his voice was.

"We are just... making you more comfortable." Naunet had pinned Chad's wrists above his head with one hand, and was using the other to trace around the hem of his gym shorts.He removed his knee from his back and combed his hand through the fur on Chad's tail, before gripping the base of it and pulling it upwards, hoisting his bottom into the air.

"Fucking- Stop! Knock it the fuck off!" Chad wrenched harder, trying to break free.

Tefnut tutted. "Such a mouth on this one, Naunet!" he called, still floating in the center of the pool.

"Indeed, Tefnut, indeed."

Chad panted, pressing his forehead into the cool floor. He needed a break, or else he was going to pop his shoulders out of their sockets. He flinched as he felt Naunet's large fingers begin to pull down his gym shorts. For the first time in his life he regretted going commando.

His shorts were pulled down to rest just below the curve of his ass, leaving his hole exposed. Heat pooled in his stomach, and his cock began to harden against his will.

Suddenly, in one fluid movement, Naunet stood and scooped him into his arms. Before Chad could react, Naunet tossed him into the pool with a splash. Chad flailed, choking and gasping, his legs tangling in his shorts.

Strong arms slipped around him and lifted him to the surface. He was cradled in Tefnut's arms, Chad's back pressed against his chest. Tefnut nuzzled the top of his head. Naunet slipped into the pool and moved closer, limbs slicing smoothly through the water. Chad tried to fight the feeling of arousal rising within him, and he desperately tried to cover himself before the two noticed.

Chad could feel something moving against his ass. With a thrill of horrified arousal, he remembered the pink appendage he had seen emerge earlier. Naunet floated in front of them, grinning and rubbing his slit.

Tefnut gripped him tighter, grinding his hips into his ass. Chad thrashed with a sudden renewed energy, trying again to break free, to get away from all of this, to wake up.

He dug his claws into Tefnut's forearm and dragged them sharply through his dark ebony flesh. Tefnut shrieked. So did Naunet, in sympathetic agony. Hissing, they grabbed him and forcefully pressed him against the edge of the pool, bending him at the waist.

"Little whelp!" Naunet hissed, grabbing his tail again. "Don't you know you're ours?"

He roughly spread Chad's cheeks, running his thumb over his puckered hole. He turned to Tefnut.

"Are you okay, dear one?"

"Yes, Naunet. Do not worry."

Chad shuddered, and again tried to pull himself free. The two orcas ignored his efforts, Tefnut reaching over to gently play with Naunet's slit. The blood from his forearm spread around them, but they paid it no mind. Chad could again feel an appendage moving slowly against his ass.

Naunet gripped his hips and pulled him closer, the tip of his tentacle cock teasing Chad's entrance. Tefnut pulled himself out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool. He pulled Chad's head forward into his lap, dragging his own emerged cock over Chad's jaw.

"Open your mouth, whelp. And no teeth, mind, or I'll rip your throat out and use that hole instead."

He gripped Chad's mane and pulled his head back, using his other thumb to slip inside his maw and pry it open. Chad yelped, trying with all his might to not bite down as he felt another thumb slip inside him.

Naunet worked at a quick pace, slipping two large fingers inside him and scissoring them in and out. Getting him ready. Chad shuddered. To his disgust he could feel himself getting hard.

Naunet forced himself inside, pulling Chad's hips and bottoming out in one movement. Chad wanted to scream, but he was choked by Tefnut's cock, forced down his throat...

The rest of the night was a blur. He remembered strong hands gripping his hips, gripping his thighs, an almost unbearable feeling of fullness down below. At one point he was balanced between them, back pressed once again to Tefnut's chest, his hand around his throat, as Naunet fucked him at a punishing pace. Chad looked down, watching the bulge in his stomach rhythmically appear and vanish as his huge cock filled him over and over.

"Oh- oh god..." Chad gasped, arching his back. He could feel himself getting hard again. Shame and arousal washed over him in equal measure.

"Fucking... ah- dirty little thing..." Naunet gasped, raking his nails down Chad's stomach. "Oh fuck... oh fuck-" He shuddered as he finished, his seed pouring out of Chad's hole to drift in the water around them.

It was Tefnut's turn. He dragged him out of the water and knelt behind him, using one hand to keep Chad's face pressed into the floor. He slipped inside of him easily, Chad's hole still gaped after Naunet's less than gentle ministrations. He rocked at a slower pace than his companion, drawing his cock out to almost the tip, before slamming back home. Chad moaned, all fight gone from his tired limbs. His cock was still rock hard, but he hadn't yet cum. He began to inadvertently roll his hips backwards onto Tefnut's thick member, moans ripping from his throat, too tired to stop the noises.

"Look! Look, Naunet! The- ahn! -the little slut!"

Naunet rested his arms on the edge of the pool, watching gleefully.

"Indeed, Tefnut, indeed! His seed will make fine soldiers!"

"Yes, yes, soldiers to rule the galaxy!"

This revelation was lost on Chad as Tefnut slammed into him, the sound of wet skin slapping together echoing off of the walls. Chad couldn't take it anymore. He felt like he was going to explode, his orgasm building and building.

"Please..." Chad whispered. "Oh fff- Please..."

"Please, hah, please what?"

"Please let me cum..."

They laughed again.

"Foolish boy! We would not waste you so..."

Chad squeezed his eyes shut.

--

When they were finally done, they carried him from their little pleasure room. Chad couldn't walk. His legs felt like jelly.

They brought him to another huge room, hulking machinery crouching in the shadows, digital lights running up and down mysterious screens. He was pushed into a harness and buckled in, suspended above the floor. An IV was hooked into his arm. He barely felt the tiny prick. Through his exhausted haze he noticed that the liquid flowing into his veins looked an awful lot like the stuff he'd been injecting into his leg every morning for the past four years.

Another, larger tube was hooked around his cock, suctioning into place. The device began to pump his member in long, even strokes.

Chad finally came, his back arching and tears springing to his eyes with the force of his release. He had no chance for a break, the movement of the tube didn't stop. He came again and again, drained and harvested and bred. His captors had long since left.

He hung there, head down and eyes closed, feeling yet another orgasm building in his stomach.

It was dark, and he was alone.