The Counter Spell
#5 of Master of Puppets
Wyatt didn't answer. He groaned in discomfort, straining against his restraints, but it didn't get him anywhere.
The fox sighed. "You seem tense; don't be. You're in safe paws here, my boy," the fox closed his eyes, "Would you like to hear a story?"
"What...?" Wyatt mewed in response.
"The last tiger in here, very much like you, was driven insane in these walls," the fox drawled, as though he was bored of this story, "He struggled and cried, and became very dull. But there's not much left of him now. Replaced. Improved. Perfected..."
Wyatt stared at him, totally lost for words. After a long pause, in which the fox's eye contact didn't break once, he shyly asked, "Who are you?"
"Me? Why... I am the Master! Or to be more precise," he pointed at him, "You're master! Isn't it fascinating?"
Wyatt didn't answer. The Master frowned at him, "I think maybe you should agree. Don't turn into the last one who didn't agree with his master. He's not a happy mouse now."
At that, Wyatt snapped to attention, "What have you done with Jay?!" He growled.
"Now, now! Can't have that can we!" The Master scolded him, and Wyatt immediately fell silent. He had already made his mind up about the Master... he was insane.
"What is this place? Why are you controlling people's minds?"
"Why?" The fox tilted his head, "Isn't it obvious? I'm their leader... their father! Without me, they're quite lost!"
"But you kidnapped them! All of them! Just like me!"
"Kidnapped? Oh no, far from it! We saved them! They're better people now... Replaced. Improved. Perfected..."
"Perfected?" Wyatt wanted to be sick, "What to you mean?"
"They're all the same now! They think they same, move the same, even look similar! All wolves, no doubt you may have notice. You don't need to be jealous though; we can arrange for you to be like them too. Isn't it fascinating?" The Master smiled. Wyatt couldn't help notice he had an odd way of repeating himself.
"That's just... wrong!"
"Why is that, little boy?"
"Because..." Was he fighting a loosing battle here? "because people are different! You can't make them all the same!"
"But I can! And I will! Do you really want to go back to the same tiger you once were? Living on the streets? Running from your family, and from the law?"
Wyatt's heart sunk. "How did you know?"
"I know everything about you, Wyatt. You seem tense; don't be."
He raised an eyebrow. Although he was doing a good job of hiding it, he was terrified. "How have you turned people into wolves and controlling their... My thoughts? How is that possible?"
"Isn't it obvious? Magic!" The Master laughed, "Magic! I am a magician, you see!"
"No," Wyatt shook his head, "Magic doesn't exist!"
Almost as soon as he spoke, he felt a strange sensation in his chest. For some reason, his heart rate was increasing... very fast, to the point where it was almost painful. He began sweating, panting and burning up.
"You're blood is getting warmer, Wyatt. How would you explain that?" The Master asked curiously. Wyatt didn't answer... his skin was beginning to crawl, and his body ached all over. It was painful... and getting worse. "It's magic, of course!"
Wyatt yelped, and, as quickly as it had started, the pain stopped. He was awestruck. How on earth had the Master done that?
"I can do much more than that... Like turn you into a wolf! Make you stronger, faster, smarter. Replaced. Improved. Perfected..."
Wyatt gulped. The Master was telling the truth, "So... how were you controlling me?"
"With a drug! A drug that I enchanted, of course... it melds our minds together, and we can become one. With me in control... I can change the way your body, mind and thoughts work. Of course, the effect is, for now, only temporary."
"But why did you make me attracted to all the others? They practically raped me!"
"It was... a test, if you like. And I'm sure they enjoyed it... right boys?" At that, the sound of several voices agreed. Wyatt stared around, trying to figure out where they came from, but couldn't.
"But... why?"
"Isn't it obvious? The world is so bad! Full of naughty people!" The Master sighed, "Horrible people... no respect for people like me... Bullies, the lot of them! My childhood was hell! Like yours was, Wyatt! Don't you want to do something about it?"
"It's not fair to change people!"
"But what of the rewards?" The fox leaned closer, "I could stop your father hitting you... I could stop him drinking. I could stop your sisters stealing from you... I could stop them harassing your life. I could stop your mother frowning upon you. I could make them all perfect, just for you, Wyatt. And everybody else!" The fox smiled, "All those nasty bullies who made your life miserable... don't you want to fix them up?"
Wyatt didn't answer. Perhaps the most terrifying moment of this experience was that, for a moment, he was actually considering what the Master was saying. "Not like this... this is wrong! It's evil!"
"Well, we can soon change your opinion of that." The Master was now holding a syringe... a familiar green liquid inside, "Permanent, this time."
Wyatt had no choice as the sharp needle burst through his skin, its contents emptying inside him. "You asshole!" He spat.
"Now, now! Patience! After I'm done with you and your inmates, I have the perfect supply of this drug to dump into the ocean. Soon everybody will be thinking like you!" The fox smiled, "Imagine that! The whole world, Wyatt! All mine!"
"You're insane!" Wyatt yelled at him, "You can't do something like that! They'll find a way to stop you!"
"Maybe. For now though, let's give that drug a moment to sink in. Tyler, he is yours for now."
Oh shit. This was serious. The Master wasn't just going to control him; he was going to control the entire world! Everyone was going to become exactly the same... it was a horrible thought. And, to make matters worse, he could feel Tyler untying him from behind.
"Did you miss me kitten?"
"Get fucked!"
"I think you'll find that it is you who will be getting fucked. But don't worry; you're going to beg me for it now."
Once again, Tyler's words sliced through his thoughts, eliminating them. He had to do what he said! He had been untied now, and fell to the floor, on capable of watching as Tyler advanced on him.
"I... don't..." Fuck! He had to fight it! He had to stay to himself! "Go away!"
"Beg me, kitten. Beg me for some."
Wyatt's mind turned sour. He felt a new presence within his thoughts, attacking him, abusing him and threatening to take over. He couldn't stop it. "No..."
"Do it now!"
"Fuck... me.... FUCK OFF!"
Tyler grabbed his face. The wolf was quite naked and, even in this early stage, fully erect. His member was larger than it had been the first time.
"No... none of that. You need to be silenced, don't you kitten? Want me to put something in your mouth to stop you?"
"No... I mean... I do! But..." Wyatt's words were frail at best.
But there was no point. Tyler had got to his feet and, before he knew it, was forcing the tip of his rock hard cockhead against Wyatt's lips. He had an urge to bite, but his body wouldn't let him.
"I don't..." He began, but that unwelcome presence silenced him. He opened his mouth, and let the wolf cock slid down his throat. Boy, did it feel good. Tyler moaned, his paws moving down to Wyatt's neck as he pushed him own deeper. Wyatt gagged, but purred at the sensation.
"Suck me hard kitten, I want all of you."
Tyler's words drove him on, despite how revolted he was. He lapped at his length with a very eager tongue, every ounce of his being telling him to suck harder, and faster. As the shaft past through his lips, he grabbed hold of Tyler's cock base and squeezed it, earning a very reward moaning from the wolf. He dipped down, going further every time, his mouth creating a soft suckling sounds which sickened and stunned him.
Tyler smiled at him, "That's all I needed to hear."
Wyatt couldn't get another word in before he was left alone. Tyler threw him back onto the floor and stepped over his now fragile form. He heard other footsteps leaving as well, though he wasn't sure he cared who they belonged to. It didn't matter now...
Wyatt suckled until his lips were dry. His tongue swirled helplessly against the rock hard shaft in his mouse. He could taste precum on his lips. It was both glorious and disgusting.
"Now turn around." Tyler ordered. Wyatt couldn't help but obey. Not quite on all fours, but in a similar position, Tyler immediately began pressed his cockhead against Wyatt's only recently used tailhole.
No words were needed as Tyler pushed in, causing Wyatt to buckle under the pressed of his weight. His shift slid smoothly into the tiger without a slid delay or slip. Wyatt yelped, his paws now curling into fists. Tyler rammed quickly into him, grunting and wheezing as his heavy form threatened to knock Wyatt over. Every ounce of his being was concentrated on the task at hand.
He got faster. His claws dug into Wyatt's smooth waist as he struggled to keep straight. Tyler's eyes glared with pleasure as he watched his own cock slide in and out of Wyatt. There was barely more than a few seconds of this before he came, very hard, inside of the kitten.
Despite his finish, he continued to fuck Wyatt slowly, making sure that his cum would be stuck inside for a good amount of time. Wyatt hadn't even noticed that his chest was covered in his own cum.
"Get dressed tiger," Tyler pulled out quickly. Wyatt yelped as he was pushed onto the floor. "You're a mess."
The wolf spat at him, and then left.
Three days later.
"Kitten?"
The wolf took another step closer. The tiger, who had previously been very passive and withdrawn, was huddled in the very corner of his cell, mumbling something incoherent under his breath. He seemed to be licking his paw... although his back was turned, and it was difficult to tell.
"Hey, say something Kitten!" The wolf raised his voice and advanced, but there was no response. The Tiger didn't even seem to have noticed him. He growled.
"I thought I just told you to-"
Whack!
Even for wolf his size, there was no way he could have fended off such a ruthless and swift attack. Wyatt's previously unknown strength somehow prevailed.
Careful planning had been the result of this. Three days of darkness, boredom, hunger and depression had been his enemies, but he had forced himself to concentrate. He doubted anybody else would have realized that the metal chair in his room came apart, or that the heavy chair leg could be used as quite a successful weapon. Especially when, he realized, he had the element of surprise.
The wolf was either unconscious or dead. Wyatt didn't want to think about it. As he ran over the motionless body he silently doubted whether he had actually killed him. He wasn't strong enough for that.
The door had been left unlocked. Thankfully. So he ran. He wasn't sure where, but the halls were deserted. He didn't care. Even if there had been somebody there, he wouldn't have stopped. He kept running.
And then he stopped.
He found who he had been looking for. Jay, the mouse, was tied up, gagged, and strapped to a chair in the dining hall. All the tables and furniture had been moved aside to make space for the one chair that held Jay down in the center of the room.
"Jay!" Wyatt ran towards him. It was too late before he realized his mistake.
Of course it would be a trap! Why else would somebody have tied Jay up? He had been lured into the room. And somebody had slammed the door shut. He heard a click as it locked.
He turned around, just in time to feel a huge paw slam against his face. The strength of the blow knocked him off his feet, and he rolled roughly onto the floor as blood burst from his lip. On his back, he crawled away just in time to see Ursula, the polar bear, slam her huge fists into the ground just below his crotch, thankfully. The force of the impact loosened a few of the tiles.
There was no way he could take her on... she was too big. He ran. Past Jay, past Ursula, and straight for the door. No matter how hard he pulled it, however, it was locked tight.
"No running, boy!" Ursula snarled at him, and charged in for another attack. As she ran, Wyatt spotted the keys dangling from her waist. It was his only chance...
He ducked and rolled, yelping as a huge weight smashed into the wall behind him and recoiled. Barely seconds later, Ursula grabbed his tail and pulled him towards her, her massive bulk leaned dangerously over him. She raised her foot and harshly stepped on his neck, slowly crushing him under her bulk.
"Last words, whelp?"
Wyatt snarled. He was held down. There was no way he could get out of this... but, luckily, he wouldn't need to. He had enough of his tail free to carefully slide the keys off of Ursula and onto the ground. They hit the tiles with a clang, which was enough of a distraction to allow Wyatt to dig all ten of his claws into her foot. She howled and jumped off, spitting furiously at him.
"Yeah, get some fucking tic-tacs or something!" Wyatt screamed as he dived for the keys. His paws clasped tightly around the metal shape. Yes!
He wasted no time. Blissfully unaware of his surroundings he fumbled with the door lock and, hardly able to stand up straight, pushed the door open.
"Run, and he dies..."
Wyatt closed his eyes in shame. How could he have forgotten about Jay like that? He turned sharply around to see Ursula, a large smile across her hideous face, holding Jay tightly, a knife pressed to his throat.
"Leave him-"
"Just get back in here and close the door, then give me the keys..." Ursula interrupted him, "and I'll give you him. Fair deal?"
Wyatt thought. It wasn't a fair deal... but he couldn't let Jay die like that! The mouse barely looked conscious.
And then it hit him.
The key was actually, by itself, fairly heavy.
"Fine." Wyatt huffed, and threw the key to her. Or rather, more specifically, he threw the key with as much strength as he could muster, aiming straight for her face. His shot was dead on, and the polar bear screamed in agony as the key clanged off her skull.
Wyatt charged. He aimed for the knife in Ursula's hand. As he tackled her, all three of them were knocked in different directions. Wyatt lost his footing.
Ursula, who still had the knife, made a wild strike at him, but he aim was way off. Wyatt pushed all his body weight against her and, though he didn't know how, yelped in triumph as he wrestled the knife from her grotesque paw.
He wasted no time. Howling with rage, he plunged the blade straight into Ursula's neck. The polar bear went limp. Wyatt was surprised at how easy it had been... he had never killed anybody before. This was his first time. Ursula fell over, quite lopsided, and became still. There had been nothing else to it. She just... died... as though she had never existed at all.
Good riddance.
"Jay, we did! We can run now!" Wyatt ran over to the mouse, who was lying on the floor.
"Well done... you should go now." Jay answered weakly.
"Come on! Let's go!
"Wyatt..."
There was something about Jay's turned that brought a terrible silence over them. It was only a few seconds later that Wyatt noticed a huge cut across Jay's neck. It was beyond huge. It was hideous.
"Jay!" Wyatt dropped to his level. This couldn't be happening! Ursula hadn't missed after all... she had been aiming to kill Jay all along. But she hadn't succeeded! Jay was alive! Right...? "We can get you out anyway. It doesn't look that bad!"
Jay coughed. His voice was rasping and weak, "Don't kid yourself tiger..."
Wyatt shook his head. He couldn't help it... he was crying for real this time, "I'm not! Come on!"
Silence.
"Move it!"
Jay, even in his state, smiled at him, "You came to save me... I just wanted you to know-"
"Save it!" Wyatt hugged him, his eyes shut tightly. "I'm not letting you die like this! Get up!" His words were little more than anguished sobs.
"-that I appreciate that... really. I do."
Wyatt sniffed. "Don't mention it. Come on! Let's move!"
Silence.
"Move it, fatty!"
Silence.
"C...come... come on..."
Silence.
"Stop playing..."
Silence.
"W...wha...what's..."
Silence, save for the heartbreaking sobs.
The door to the tram was open. All Wyatt had to do was, in theory, step inside. It would then take him to London, where he would be free.
It had been twenty minutes since Jay had died. He had spent fifteen of them mumbling under his breath, patiently waiting for the mouse to spring to his feet and follow him away. But he never had. He ran away from it. The pain of loosing someone he had barely known was too much to bear.
He was making his escape alone, without a friend or partner. His face fur still streaked with now drying tears, he couldn't bring himself to step off onto the tram.
He wasn't finished here yet.
"Kitten..."
And there was his answer.
Obediently, Wyatt turned around. Tyler stood, crossed armed, unimpressed with his actions. The wolf made a 'tut tut tut' sound, before smiling.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I..."
"Come here."
Wyatt couldn't resist. He practically leapt, his mind playing tricks yet again, into the wolf's arms.
Their kiss was the best so far. Wyatt even went as fart as enjoying it. Their tongues swirled together, lips parting and closing quickly over and over again until they felt numb. It continued for a long time.
Until Tyler froze, his eyes wide open.
"I'm leaving..." Wyatt whispered smoothly in his ear.
Tyler collapsed onto his back quick suddenly. The knife was buried in his stomach.
Of all the moments Tyler had controlled him, and of all the fake love he had conjured between them, it had been no match for the real friend. Wyatt's love of his lost friend, his real emotions, were far more powerful. Nobody would control him now.
And yet...
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Each clap more painful and sarcastic than the last.
Clap. Clap...
"You've outdone yourself there..." Wyatt narrowed his eyes as he faced the figure stepping from the shadows. The Master was grinning. "Can't have that can we?
Wyatt didn't answer. This was his unfinished business... this was why he couldn't leave before.
"How's your friend?" The Master asked him.
Wyatt charged. The bloodied knife in his paw shot blissfully through the air. His entire body rocked as he lunged, furiously, at the Master of Puppets.
But something stopped him. In fact, something hurled him sideways through the air! The knife flew out of his hands as he smacked into the side of the wall, yelping and falling limp to the ground. Something felt broken.
Before he could breathe, his body was thrown across the room again, this time sliding to a halt by the Master's shoes.
"Magic is an interesting thing isn't it?"
The comment went unreturned. Wyatt couldn't have responded even if he wanted to, because his bulk was thrown, yet again, backwards. Dazed, he got to his feet.
The Master narrowed his eyes. Instantly, an invisible cord contracted around Wyatt's neck. He coughed and gagged. The Master was smiling.
"Anything you'd like to add? How's your friend?"
But Wyatt glared at him. He had seen this coming.
And then it hit him. Then it all made sense...
It was so obvious to him now.
"Just a few..." Wyatt managed to say.
"Entertain me..." The Master smiled. The cord around Wyatt's neck loosened. He could talk freely now.
"Here's the thing..." Wyatt cleared his throat, then spat on the ground, "Fuck you!"
It looked as though, for a moment, The Master had been slapped across the face. The fox's face contorted with rage, and he raised his hand to make the finishing move. But Wyatt's voice was quicker.
"End of passion play! Crumbling away! I'm your source of self destruction!" He yelled. It worked.
The Master wheezed, and staggered. Wyatt felt the grip around his neck loosen. He was free.
"Veins that pump with fear! Sucking darkest clear! Leading on your death's construction!
The fox now looked pale and weak, and he screamed in agony as his incredible powers diminished inside him.
"Needlework the way! Never you betray! Life of death becoming clearer!"
The Master's wide eyes glared at him. "How...?"
"You made a mistake with your spell..." Wyatt was smiling now, "When they drugged me, there was a small period where our minds became one. Afterwards I couldn't remember it, but at the time I would know everything about you. Your past, your present..." he paused, "and the spell I'd need to kill you!"
Wyatt sighed, and clenched his fists, "I was the one who wrote those words on the wall! I was telling myself how to kill you!"
"No..."
"Yes!" He took a deep breath, "Pain monopoly! Ritual misery! Chop your breakfast on a mirror!"
There was a loud bang. The Master was blown backwards, his cloak tangling with his body as it smashed into the wall.
As he flew, Wyatt felt a similar effect on himself. He stumbled back as though something had pushed him. He concluded that it was the results of the spell.
The Master was motionless. Wyatt wasn't sure if he was dead or unconscious. But he didn't care. He'd beaten him.
The tram was waiting.
2 days later
The cab driver wasn't used to company this late at night. Especially from teenagers. He glanced in his mirror once again, his eyes falling upon a slim, bright colored and slightly cheerful looking tiger. His whiskers were bent and crocked, and his tail was tied tightly around his neck. He looked as though he hadn't washed for weeks. He must have been no older than fifteen...
"Stop here," The tiger suddenly said, in an unusually high pitched voice.
"This it?"
"Yup."
"Nice house... you live here?"
"Yeah, with my family. I've been..." the tiger paused, "away for about a month though." He passed a few ten pound notes through the windshield.
"A month? Wow, they sure are gonna' be happy to see you, right?" The cab driver smirked as he took the money.
"That's the hope. Thanks for the lift." The tiger smiled at him, and got out the car, shutting the door behind him.
"No problem," the cab driver smiled at him out the open window, "What did you say your name was?"
"Wyatt."
"Ah, cool. Well, see you around Wyatt."
He waved, and then drove off.
Wyatt turned around. The garden was huge, but the house itself was fairly small. It was almost like a cottage. Even though it was almost one in the morning, nearly every light in the house was on. Wyatt could see movement through the windows, and clearly made out the television on in the background.
"Wish me luck, Jay..." he whispered to himself.
With very slow stops, he walked up the drive-way, back home.
Touching? Yeah... whatever... o.o
Like I said, this is the last chapter in MoP. I might, however, write a second series for this, since Wyatt's become quite an adorable character for me. Or I'll do something completely different.
Either way, enough with sinister plots... I'm off to write something with tons more sex! Yay!
Toodle-pip xxx