My Wonderful Little Sister- The Art of Yiff Part 3
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On a mountaintop in the land of Hamerfell http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-_g8NZr1tA It was a crisp morning, with thick layers of powdery snow covering the ground like a blanket. Scanning the horizon, a lone Imperial warrior paused as he took in the warmth of a campfire he had just stumbled upon. He hadn't seen a soul since he'd left Markarth in Skyrim, pressing west into the lands of the Redguard which was currently under the control of the Aldemeri Dominion. Led by the Thalmor, a race of elves that prided themselves on their skills with magic, the Dominion had begun another war with the Empire, this time seeking to bring it to its very knees. But there is one thing they had forgotten to prepare for: the Dragonborn. The Imperial smiled as the feeling returned to his hands, the heat soaking into his Daedric gauntlets and further comforting him from the frigid temperatures. Long ago, his father had saved the Empire by helping to defeat the Stormcloak rebellion, and then slaying Alduin, the leader of the dragons who sought to destroy the world with claw and fire. And now it was his turn to follow in his father's footsteps. The Imperial had already mastered several Thu'um shouts, and had trained to be a master blacksmith and swordsman. Word had reached his home in Winterhold that the Redguard had launched a rebellion against the Thalmor, and instantly the Imperial realized he needed to head west to join it. A twig snapped to his left, and he turned to face a lone Thalmor warrior coming out of the trees carrying a bundle of firewood. The elf was surprised to find one of his most vaunted enemies standing at his campfire, but he quickly composed himself and drew an elven dagger with his right hand whilst preparing a destruction spell with his left. The Imperial drew a weapon of his own, a black and red Daedric broadsword, along with a Dwarven dagger enchanted with a fire runes, evident by the flames that enveloped the blade as it left its sheath. The Thalmor hurled a fireball, striking the Imperial in the chest as he charged the elf and thrust his sword forward. The blade caught the elf on his arm, sending sparks off his armor as he tried to dodge the Imperial's attack. Countering with his dagger, he found the Imperial's Daedric armor to be nearly impenetrable as his blade chipped on hard, ebony surface. Tossing his knife aside, the Thalmor readied both hands with Sparks and cast forth a river of lightning. The Imperial struggled against the pain as bolts of electricity arced off of his chest plate and helmet, bringing him to his knees as he felt his strength give out. Slowly the Thalmor approached, continuing to pour out raw energy as he grinned wickedly at the Imperial's imminent defeat. The Imperial clenched his teeth and forced himself to look up at his aggressor, whom was now mere feet from him. The Thalmor drew a new weapon, an elven war axe that hung from his belt, and swung it down upon the Imperial's skull, only to be stopped at the last second as the Imperial blocked the blow with his sword. For a moment their weapon's remained locked as the Imperial's dark eyes remained hidden behind his helmet's visor. The Thalmor pulled his axe back and prepared to swing again, just as the Imperial lifted his head high and shouted, "Fus...RU DAH!" A clap of thunder erupted from the Imperial's gullet and exploded from his lips, the shockwave pushing the snow, leaves and even the Thalmor into the air and over the edge of the mountain. The elf screamed as he fell to his death thousands of feet below him in the rocky abyss of some unexplored cavern. The Imperial stood upon the cliff's edge, staring triumphantly below him as the he'd secured his first victory against the Thalmor, with many more soon to come as he... "KYLE! SCOTT, what the hell are you two doing?" Record needle scratching sound effects!
Scott's Apartment - Saturday March 18th 6:13 A.M. "Do you two realize what time it is?" Trea asked me as I stood on Scott's couch in my underwear while he played dead on the floor. "Uhhhhh...bacon?" "No Kyle, it's six in friggin' morning," she sighed with exasperation. "That's what I said, bacon time. As in breakfast time?" Now, for those of you probably wondering what the in hell just happened, let me back up a bit. After Scott and I finished yiffin' on Katie and Trea, we were still feeling pretty hyped since we'd just downed like two Dr. Peppers each and finally had some free time to play Elder Scrolls VI: Hammerfell, which was the highly anticipated sequel to Skyrim. So after about four hours of passing the controller back and forth while pretending to do a live commentary on our in game shenanigans (like robbing store owners blind, killing chickens, and stabbing bandits in the penis) we were starting to get drunk off of sleep deprivation. During this state of inebriation, we got the bright idea to make toy weapons from household items and swordfight. So, by the time Trea and Katie found us, I had a spaghetti colander rubber banded to my head while Scott had chosen to strap Trea's bra over his. Oh, and as for weapons, I found a couple of empty paper towel cardboard tubes for daggers, and a roll of wrapping paper in the closet for my sword. As for Scott's war axe, he used Scotch tape to attach a tampon box to a spatula. Hey, it looked good at the time. "Ugh...why's my mouth taste like fish?" Katie groaned as she walked into the living room with Trea before looking at us with an annoyed glare. "What're you doing?" "Uh...playin' Hammerfell," I nervously replied. Katie shrugged as she went back in the bed room to retrieve her underwear and put it on before returning. "Mind if I join you guys?" "Wait what?" Trea gasped. "You're joining them? What happened to telling them to shut up and go back to sleep?" "Trea...last night I sucked my brother off in front of his friends, had my first lesbian experience, learned what pussy tastes like, and when I woke up we were spooning and had your boobs in my paws. I'd like to do at least one thing while I'm here that wouldn't give my parents a reason to disown me," Katie flatly replied while getting herself some water from the kitchen sink. "Fine...I'm up anyway," Trea conceded. "Dibs on the shower." As Trea left to wash off the previous night's debauchery, Katie strolled over to Kyle and Scott while still sipping on her glass of water. "Why's it smell like burnt toast in here?" "Oh, yeah...we kinda decided to play Mage Ball last night," Scott admitted. "Mage Ball?" "Yeah, it's where you pretend to throw fireballs by balling up socks, and then covering them in a flammable substance so they burn while you're playing catch with them." Katie blinked and took another sip. "You were playing catch...with burning socks? How?" "Trea has a LOT of hairspray, so we kinda used that. And I happened to have an old Zippo my uncle gave me," Scott explained. "And as for the burnt toast smell, it kinda got away from us at one point and set the couch on fire. I flipped the cushion over so you can't see the burned spot though." "So Katie, first off what kinda of weapon do you want?" I asked her. "What've you got?" "How 'bout a war axe?" Scott said holding up the spatula/tampon box. "Are you offering me that because of the Maxi Pad box you have crudely taped to it, or because you think I'll actually like that weapon?" Katie inquired in her serious monotone voice, a trademark feature of hers whenever she'd gotten less than four hours of sleep. Scott lowered the spatula and tossed it aside. "I though this game was like Star Wars or something?" she asked. "Well, it is a fantasy...and it is epic...but it's more medieval than anything else." "So you can't use the force or lightsabers or anything?" "Well," I said while picking my brain for a good answer, "Mages can use magic, which is like the force, and warriors can use great swords which are like bulky lightsabers." "What do I do if I'm a mage?" she asked. "You can throw fireballs," Scott suggested. "I think most of my socks are still useable." "Uh huh, how 'bout no," Katie declined. "Relax, there more than just destruction spells," I elaborated. "You cast healing spells, spells of illusion and alteration, not to mention conjuration..." "Yeah yeah yeah, which one is like that lightning thing Count Doku did, and the force push thing?" she asked. "Tell you what, you can be the Dragonborn as a mage, and Scott and I will play Thalmor," I suggested. "Don't worry, we'll go easy on you." Katie responded by throwing her now empty plastic cup at Scott, nailing him square in the head. "Lightning bolt, you're dead." She then proceeded to tackle me to the floor and with deadpan seriousness growled, "You, me, bed, now." The surprise of it all left me speechless, and I only managed to give a submissive whine in reply. Scott watched as I was dragged back into the bedroom, the door slamming ominously shut behind us. "Damn, I wonder what kind of hot morning wood action they're gonna be getting?" Turns out, Katie was still tired, since the first thing she did once I was lying in bed was to wrap her arms and legs around me so that we cuddled front to front while lying on our sides. It took her a little while to get comfortable, but after a few small adjustments she found a good position and nestled her muzzle on my shoulder while wrapping her tail around my legs. Two seconds later she was fast asleep again. Considering I hadn't slept in almost twenty-four hours, I didn't have a hard time joining her in sweet repose. Wait, so what happened last night? What do you mean? You left off the last chapter with us about to fuck the girls or something, but then you ended it because you got tired of eating Katie out. Right, right, I forgot. Speaking of which, where is she? Uh...dunno. Go check the kitchen...oh and bring the pickles. Um...okay. Shh, it's okay he's gone now. See, this is why I didn't want to blow you under the desk while you narrate! How'd he get in the house anyway? I may have told him about the spare key under the mat... Seriously? Why would you do that? I found the pickles! And...Katie! There you are. MINE! ARGH! Katie stop, I'm not eating your pickles! Oh...sorry. Force of habit, daddy sometimes forgot to not eat the last one. X3
Scott's Apartment Last Night--ish It was getting to where I couldn't take it anymore, my wolfhood was staring back up at me and practically threatening to punch me in the face. We'd both been watching the last fifteen minutes unfold with great interest, especially when Katie surprised literally everyone in the room by pouncing Trea and taking her tongue virginity (girl tongue, that is). My jaw hung agape as they came, mainly because I suddenly felt very alone as I just stood there watching my mate make love to my best friend's girl. Scott was equally aroused, and like me he was too busy watching his kitty get face raped by my sister to care that his boner was less than two feet from mine. I punched him in the shoulder to get him to stop staring. "Huh?" he gasped as he awoke from his trance. I said nothing, but simply nudged my head in their direction followed by a small pelvic thrust to give him an idea of what I wanted. "Ew, no way dude! You know I don't swing that way." Apparently, I wasn't that clear. "No idiot, I mean them, THEM!" "Ooooohhh. Aren't they a tad busy?"
Fuck it, my balls are telling to do something without exercising restraint, and I'll be damned if I don't listen! At this point Katie and Trea were collapsed next to each other on the bed while they argued about their contest. I paused a moment to listen in, smiling to myself as they debated whether or not a tie counts as a win for both sides, or a loss. Then, before they knew what hit them I grabbed Katie and rolled her on her back, pinning her shoulders under my paws while I slid my hips between her legs and forced her to spread'em wide for me. Due to her surprise, she offered no resistance other than her body tensing in shock as she felt my fangs grip her neck as I nibbled my way up the side of her throat to her lips. "Kyle! What're you doing?" she gasped as I felt her paws try to push me off. "Waiting impatiently," I replied. "Well stop it, we're still trying to decide who won here," she growled. "Hmm? Oh yeah, about that...I'd say you both lose." "What are you talking abo-" "OH GODS FUCK ME!" Trea shrieked to Katie's surprise. I laughed heartily as Katie just watched in shock as Scott yiffed Trea right there. While I'd been messing around with Katie, he'd followed my lead and was now boning his mate doggystyle...in his case Thylacine style but still, it was pretty hot with her lying flat on the bed, her knees on the floor and him going to town. After letting Katie enjoy the show for a few more seconds, I licked her nose to get her attention before giving her a quick smooch as I slid my paws down her lovely figure to play with her breasts. "That's what I'm talking about," I said with devious pragmatism. "Do you boys ever quit?" "Do you want us to?" I asked before kissing her again, this time for three times as long while stroking her face with one paw and steadying myself with the other. She could feel my rod rubbing against her outer folds, and I could feel the simmering heat emanating from her loins. We both moaned with need as our tongues danced, my mind not losing the fact that mere minutes ago Trea had been in the very spot I was. I'd be damned if I lost to a girl, especially when it came to yiffing my own sis...mate. Unable to withstand my own burning lust, I lined myself up with Katie's tender passage and roughly eased my way inside, savoring the tingles of pleasure as I felt my wolfhood enveloped by her tight cunt yet again. She was hot, wet, and surprisingly yielding despite my recent intrusion. I guess Trea's fingerwork had loosened her up a bit for me, heh heh...all the better since I didn't have to start off gently like I usually do. I felt Katie's claws dig into my back as I pounded her as hard and fast as my pelvic muscles could carry me. My teeth clenched as I hungrily gasped for breath through my nose while Katie cried and moaned beneath me with her cute, high pitched voice cracking under the strain as her body started to slide across the bed thanks to the rough fucking I was giving her. It hadn't even crossed my mind yet that I was taking her with nothing but raw wolf meat either; no condom, no nothin', and if felt fucking awesome. Hell, it was as close to being a feral lupe as I can get without eating a raw deer liver, and I'm not about to try something that'll give me botulism, which is also why I'm not watching my language either. (That, and Katie's getting a banana at the moment and hasn't realized I hid them on top of the fridge yet). "K-K-Ky- uh! Gawds, hold on!" she whimpered between my thrusts, "I-i-it's too much!" I paused to catch my breath while growling curiously through my fangs as I replaced them on her neck. "Murrrr, how so sis?" "I just came like three minutes ago, remember?" she huffed. "I'm still sore down there." "And wet too," I added while suddenly pulling myself free from her. Katie gasped as she felt my shaft pop out of her, only to yip in pleasure as my tongue got to work licking up her tart, savory juices. I'd been down this road enough before to know she's also got a pretty sensate clit, and so after teasing her folds a bit I moved north and attacked that lovely pink Achilles heel of feminine sexuality. It never gets old seeing her writhe in blissful agony as her paws ball up the sheets and her legs kick out over my shoulders. One time she caught me in the ear, but I fortunately we didn't have a repeat of the incident. After another few licks, I was ready to dive back in, although I also felt a change of scenery would be nice, too. Pulling my face back, I grinned wickedly at her as she whined profusely the second my tongue left her nether regions. Patting her on the thighs, I twirled my finger in the air. "Ah-ah-ah, on your knees sis, then we get round two." Instead of complying like she normally does, Katie sat up and looked down at me. "Uh, how 'bout no. I like the idea of you on your knees though." "Say wha-ACK!" THUD! Before I knew it Katie had leapt off the bed and wrestled me to the floor. I was a little dazed from the impact, but as I came to I found myself lying flat on my back across the floor with barely two inches of clearance from the wall to my head, with Katie sitting on my legs proudly staring down at me. At that point we both just lost it and laughed uncontrollably as we playfully wrestled on the ground, taking turns jockeying for the dominant position while nipping, licking, tickling, groping, kissing, cuddling, rolling, nomming, clawing, humping and a slew of other PG-13 adjectives. Finally I pinned her face down to the floor with her arms twisted behind her. "Ach! No fair!" she giggled whilst squirming under me. Moving myself around to her front, I helped her to sit up on her knees so her face was eye level with my still hard member, which had gotten plenty of teasing but no real action during our little soirée on the floor. "Care to tickle my pickle?" I asked with a chuckle. "Eww...don't ruin my favorite food for me!" she laughed. I moaned as I felt her hot lips wrap around me once more, followed by her wonderfully tactile tongue as she licked along the underside of my cock as she eagerly bobbed her head along my pulsing length. Nothing quite compares to the nirvanic bliss that comes (pun intended) from a sisterly blowjob given in the heat of passion on a hot Georgia night, something those poor saps in Wisconsin have to come here for (you know who you are). Not that we all yiff our relatives of course, I just happen to live in a place where that's the stereotype. My tongue was hanging out the side of my mouth, a fact that went unnoticed till I started drooling on my left foot. Fortunately Katie didn't notice... I actually did, I just thought it was kinda cute and didn't say anything. And where the heck are my bananas I got from Whole Foods yesterday? ...didn't care and just kept slurping at my cock with red blooded lupine enthusiasm that is pretty much self-explanatory as to why we wolves are the Roman sign of sexual potency. I loved how she could take me down to the hilt of my shaft without losing a beat and still manage to look up at me with a guiltless stare. It's pretty easy to get lost looking into her dark brown eyes as she gazes up with aura of angelic innocence that seems to make everything fade away, something I deeply craved now more than ever as my life finally seemed to be quieting down and I could finally just enjoy being with my mate. My naughty, evangelically virtuous but still yifftasticly talented mate. "Agh!" I gasped as I felt Katie pull off me just seconds before I hit a climatic peak. "Ah ah ah, I already swallowed the last one," she teased before turning around and lifting her tail while looking over her shoulder at me. "C'mon big guy, you wanted me on my knees so here I am." I was hypnotized and just stood there gawking like an idiot as my eyes took in her lovely ass, that big fluffy tail and of course her dripping wet cooter which glowed red from all the action Katie had been getting the last twenty minutes. "Actually," she said while standing up, "My knees are a tad sore...can we use the bed?" We both looked over and saw Trea and Scott still going at it, only now they had moved to the center of the bed and were taking up the whole thing. They'd also somehow switched from Thylacine style to missionary position without hurting themselves. Looking back at Katie, I could tell she had a few qualms about being in contact with another couple in the act of love, so I fired up my brain with what little blood that wasn't currently in my penis and came (also pun intended) up with an idea. "Hey Scott." "What?!" he gasped while entering the home stretch with Trea. "Want a Hertz doughnut?" "Oh gods yes!" he gasped as he managed to tie Trea and pop his plump knot inside her while also forgetting my question. "Okay!" Before either of them could react, I slid my arms under Trea and proceeded to roll the two of them off the side of the bed. THUD!!! "OW! God damn it Kyle!" Scott yelled as Trea was now on top of him and possibly crushing his balls. "Hurts, don't it?" I snickered while not wasting any time pulling Katie onto the bed with me. "Is he gonna be okay?" she asked as she kneeled before me and looked over the side of the bed at them. "He got run over by a tank and lived, I think he can survive this," I said while lining myself up with Katie's luscious folds once more and dove in with unhindered gusto. This wasn't my first rodeo, so I immediately proceeded to lean forward and nom Katie on the neck while grabbing her breasts as I slammed myself to the hilt within her. I was instantly rewarded with her repeated yips and cries of ecstasy as I yiffed her with every ounce of strength my adrenaline infused body could muster. I could feel our hearts almost beating in unison, our gasps for breath sound off in a weirdly elegant symmetry as we exhaled an inhaled opposite from one another while our hips worked perfectly in sync as our thrusts humped rhythmically together, with no small thanks being to many nights of practice, hehe. I could feel my knot beginning to swell, my wolfhood already sore from being denied an early orgasm, only now for the feelings to have built up like floodwaters behind a dam. Katie's pussy muscles clenched around me like a vice, allowing me to feel every last throb from my aching appendage as I felt myself pass the point of no return. That familiar throbbing just before the first ropes of cum shoot forth echoed through my length, every muscle teaming in excitement as I prepared to fill my sister with a double dose of hot, sticky wolfspunk...WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE, I'm not wearing a condom! My heart stopped as I pulled back with all my might, my cock springing free of Katie's love canal in the nick of time as I unloaded (with both barrels some might say) across Katie's back and lovely bum. My right paw instinctively got to work jerking my rod off as I finished, even taking the time to aim at parts of her that hadn't received a fair dose of my cum yet. Katie moaned the whole time, her own orgasm ripping through her body as I pelted her with a quartet of ropes followed by several more watery droplets of precum. Only then did I notice she had deftly maneuvered a paw beneath her and was still in the act of finger fucking her clit to no end. "Whew...close call there, huh sis?" I exhaled in relief as my wolfhood became limp with post orgasmic bliss. "I'll say," she sighed as she collapsed on the bed, forgetting that her fur was still sticky and thus getting a few hundred million potential Kyles smeared into the bed sheets. "Looks like you embarrassed yourself at the drugstore for nothing." "Eh, we'll make use of those later," I shrugged before realizing I now had the classic post-coital urge to pee combined with extreme thirst. "BRB Katie, I'm gonna go get some water." "Bring me some too," she said before looking down at Trea and Scott who had gone insanely quiet for a couple in the act of fucking. "Scott, you okay buddy?" Katie asked while hanging her head over the side of the mattress. "Oh no, not you too." "Katie, we're having a moment here," he said with a deathly pale look on his face. "A moment? Scott you retard, how could you forget to wrap up!" Trea yelled as Scott's knot remained wedged inside her. "How could you forget to not tie me?" he countered. "Not tie...Scott we tie EVERY time, there is no 'not tieing' time." "Oh. Oops." "Famous last words," Katie chuckled. "Look on the bright side Trea, if you start having kids now you can get them out of the house before you hit forty." "Kids? I don't want kids...yet," she said looking cautiously at Scott her was eyeing her nervously. "Maybe...but not while I'm still a damn waitress living in a two bit apartment." "Relax," Katie encouraged, "You're not in heat, so you'll probably be fine." "Scott, I swear to God if we miss Shark Week because of you, you're the one that has to tell my dad you got me knocked up," Trea growled. "Shark Week?" Trea looked at Katie and said, "Yeah, it's something we came up with after seeing this special on the Discovery Channel back in high school." At this moment, I would like to provide a graphic demonstration of why Trea calls her period "Shark Week."
Cool! And...kinda gross at the same time. I like how we call yours "BJ Week." You would, wouldn't you. Also, why are the bananas on TOP of the fridge? You know I can't reach up there. It was so no one would eat them, you know that's a problem whenever we buy you bananas. True. Well stop telling the story and come get them down for me, okay? Just get the step stool, that's what it's there for. That's heavy though, I don't want to lug that from the laundry room into the kitchen. It weighs like...oh forget it. Scott! Take over will yah? You got it buddy. Sweet, finally I get to talk. Don't get used to it. Shut up. Anyway, after I'd finally managed to free myself from Trea's cooter, Kyle and I got dressed in our boxers, but nothing else since neither of us had an pajamas and the A/C in my room didn't really work so it got kinda hot in there. Especially after what we'd been doing now that I think about it. The girls were both tired and wanted us to come to bed, which we promised we'd do momentarily after brushing our teeth. In reality, we raided the fridge and retrieved a leftover Hot N Ready from Little Caesar's along with a couple of Mountain Dews I had stashed in the back. Moving the couch away from the door and replacing it with a barstool wedged under the knob, we immediately got to work playing on Kyle's Xbox 720, namely Hammerfell because hey, Elder Scrolls. It's like sex, for your eyes. And your imagination I guess. We had to keep the TV volume turned down, since our girls had accidently fallen asleep in each other's arms while waiting for us to return. Not only was it frickin' adorable, it was also convenient since now we were hopped up on caffeine taking turns slaying orcs, elves, and all manner of mythical creatures. And so time passed, and if you look back up at where Kyle was talking, you can probably guess what happened. So, fast forwarding to where Kyle left off with him and Katie sleeping on the bed, Trea and I took a nap of our own on the couch. Trea got up before me and made some coffee, and also started getting the ball rolling on what we were gonna do that day. After some discussion, Trea got the idea for us to go to our favorite nightclub. Now, being on the meager budget I was, we rarely went since the entrance fee is like thirty bucks a person (it's really ten, but you gotta factor in a bribe for the bouncer as well). However, Trea's father knew she was working hard and trying to save up so she could go to college herself, and so every once in a while he'd throw a couple hundred bucks her way to spend on clothes or date nights for us. Her plan for today was to take herself and Katie shopping for some new dresses and shoes, and then go dancing later tonight. I already had some nice clothes stashed away, and Kyle had some back home he could go run up to and grab. Katie and Kyle were down with the plan as well, although the only problem was that John wanted Katie home today since she had church the next day. Kyle quickly saw through that problem and decided he'd have to convince John to let Katie stay a little longer. Later that afternoon Kyle took the Explorer back home to pick up his dress clothes. While he was there he got into a slight argument with John, who was rather angry that Katie wasn't in the car with Kyle. "I told you two you could spend the night together, not the whole weekend." "Oh come on John, I haven't even been back a week yet and I've barely seen her. Why can't I take her dancing?" John eyed Kyle suspiciously. "I'm sure that's all you'll be doing." "Look, just name a time and I can have her back by then, I promise." "Nine." "Okay...a little later than that because we're getting there around eight and staying at least two hours," Kyle hesitantly explained. "And it'll take at least forty minutes to get home, too." "Fine, but I want the name and address of where you two are going," he replied. "Why? I'm bringing her home, don't worry." "I'm her father Kyle, it's my job to worry," John replied while resting a paw on Kyle's shoulder. "Now you give me that address." Reluctantly Kyle spilled the beans as John typed the location into Google Maps and saved it as a favorite on his phone. "Alright, now you kids have fun tonight," John said as Kyle finished getting his clothes and headed back to the car. Eliza walked in as John watched Kyle pull out of the driveway. "John? Is something wrong?" "Nothing my dear, just making sure Kyle doesn't forget anything." "Where's he going anyway?" she asked. "Back over to Scott's. Katie and Trea went out shopping and now they want to go dancing tonight." "Well that sounds like a fun idea," Eliza consented, "Although when are they getting back? We have church tomorrow you know." "Don't worry about that," John said with a smile while glancing down at his phone. "I'll make sure everyone's home in time for bed."
Near the Center for Disease Control and Prevention - Saturday, March 17th - 5:30 P.M. "Ready when you are," Mr. White said from his seat in the back of an unmarked Ford Econo-line van. It was a cool night, but not so cold that it required a jacket. Being St. Patrick's Day the streets of Atlanta were busy as thousands of people made their way to various bars and restaurants to celebrate the national holiday of public intoxication. The traffic was further exacerbated by the presence of a hooman convention going on at the Sheraton hotel in the center of town. Hooman Weekend Atlanta, as it was called, had garnered a record five thousand attendees despite the bad economy and the fact the country was still recovering from WWIII. Still, the traffic and large crowds were necessary for tonight's plan to work. Mr. White checked his backpack and retrieved a gas mask loaded with a special filter designed to kill any pathogens it came into contact with. Slipping it on, he contemplated his future actions, secretly wondering if there was not a better way to further his cause without so much bloodshed. According to the leaders of the Crimson Scythe, the only way to bring the PRA back into power would be to cripple the United States' economy by targeting its major population and economic centers. As far as Atlanta went, it was the capital of the entire southeast U.S. in terms of size, influence, and industrial power; a perfect target in the swollen underbelly of a parasitic country that was no longer to be the world's leading superpower. "You got the virus samples ready?" Mr. Green asked Mr. Black, who was carefully inserting a glass vial filled with a green liquid containing millions of Hellfire virus cells. The first half of the plan had gone off without a hitch. The Crimson Scythe's inside man, a jackal with a strong background in liberal politics and a love affair with the ideas of Karl Marx, had easily been persuaded to leak a schedule of the CDC's various hazardous material transports. Sure enough, the CDC had planned to move a sample of the Hellfire virus to Fort Benning and from there to Brussels, Belgium, where scientists from the World Health Organization could further study it. A crude vaccine had already been prepared for it, although its existence was not known outside of the U.S. military. Most of the soldiers who had been vaccinated were not even aware of it, as they had been told they were being given a shot for smallpox. Still, the vaccine only had a current success rating 85%, and if administered to an infected patient, only 70%. There was much work to be done on improving the serum to ensure this deadly weapon was fully neutralized before another incident like the one that took place in Denver ever happened again. But it was too late now, Mr. White mused as he watched Mr. Black work in the back of the large unmarked Ford van they were riding in. Twenty minutes ago the group had neutralized the van's escort, which had been a measly two mercenaries armed with handguns and light body armor. The van itself had only a driver and a technician guarding a cryogenic vacuum case loaded with four vials of Hellfire virus stored in a liquid solvent that provided nutrients to the viral cells so they could live long enough be transported across the pond to Europe. Mr. Black was now in the process of transferring each of the virus samples into a special canister loaded with a pressurized aerosol charge. When detonated, the canister would release the virus into the air, contaminating anything within fifty feet of it. Ordinarily this wouldn't do much good, but if the canister was detonated in the ventilation system of a skyscraper filled with thousands of people, then the results would be catastrophic "There, just finished them," Mr. Black replied. "All four canisters are ready to go now." "Are we really gonna do this?" Mr. Blue asked. "There are thousands of innocent people here, many of them children. I don't care what we stand for, killing kids is wrong." "Shut up Evan," Mr. Black chided before pausing and remembering that they were supposed to address each other using their code names to protect their identities in the event of capture. "This is a necessary evil that we must endure if we want to see our country resurrected from the ashes." "But is it worth it? Do we want to found our nation on mass murder?" "Many a great nation has been founded on such things, it's nothing new. History will smile upon us once we're the ones writing it," Mr. Black said as he programmed a timed detonator on each of the virus canisters. "What are our targets?" Mr. Green asked from behind the wheel of the van. "The Bank of America Plaza, the police precinct at Five Points, the Symphony Tower, and the Georgia State University campus," Mr. Black replied. "Some of those are spaced quite far apart, how are we going to hit them all in time?" Mr. Green observed. "We're not. Each of us will take a canister to a separate building and detonate it in the ventilation system. You all studied the target building blueprints, so you know where to go." "By ourselves though? What if we get compromised?" Mr. White asked as he pulled his mask off now that the virus samples were "safely" in their canisters. "Then you detonate your canister, equip your mask and run like hell," Mr. Black replied. "After this we are all to make our wake to our safehouse in Macon. It'll be up to you to find a vehicle, although as things heat up it shouldn't be too difficult to steal one. Anymore questions? No? Good. Then I wish you the best of luck gentlemen. Each canister has a note taped to the side with instructions on which building you are to target, as well as the steps needed to reach the vent system in case you forgot." Mr. Black passed out a canister to each of his subordinates, save for Mr. Green who was still driving the van. After parking it in a decrepit alleyway on the northeast side of the city, the gang disembarked and went their separate ways, leaving their large weapons behind out of necessity. It would take them a couple of hours to reach their target buildings, and since some were closer than others their attacks would likely not go off in sync. Looking over his shoulder, Mr. Black made sure no one was around as he stepped into a high rise apartment complex and buzzed a room on the thirtieth floor. "Si? Who's there?" "It's me, I've got the package," Mr. Black replied. "Bueno, I'll be down in a moment," came the reply with a hint of accented Spanish. After a few minutes, a fennec fox wearing an unbuttoned tan cotton shirt, white t-shirt and blue jeans stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby. "Where are the others?" "Proceeding as planned, they don't know about us though," Mr. Black replied. "So tell me Reuben, how does it feel to be part of history?" "Nauseating, but I think that's just from all of your gringo fast food I've been eating," the fox joked as they walked out of the building to the parking garage across the street. "How much time before the first attacks begin?" "At least ninety minutes, I made sure to have Mr. Green park far away from their destinations." "What if they call a cab or take a shortcut?" "They're not that bright," Mr. Black smirked as he and Reuben stepped into a jet black Dodge Charger. "Besides, even if they detonated the canisters now we'd still have enough time to make it to the interstate." "If you say so, amigo. I'll just be glad when we get this home. Are you sure we can reproduce the virus with only the one vial though?" "We might need to infect a few subjects with it to act as hosts, but for the most part we can just synthesize it in the lab," Mr. Black replied. "Muy bueno, that's fantastic news. Sadly, it will only be a matter of time before the world vaccinates against Hellfire..." "Which is why we're working to create new strains. Genetic engineering has come a long way; just like compute programming. In fact, they're almost the same thing. With the right code, we can work our way around whatever vaccines the pigs in Washington hand out and purge this nation once and for all." Reuben only smiled as he pulled out of the garage and began heading south. Only he wasn't going to Macon. Instead, he and Mr. Black were about to embark on a long road trip all the way down to Jacksonville, Florida, where they'd spend the night in a cheap motel catching the news of what unfolded in their wake. Then, the following morning they'd head for Miami and catch a chartered plane for Panama City where they'd be safe and sound from the repercussions of their vile acts. Reuben looked in the mirror and noticed a police car was following him. "Shit!" "Relax, it's just a highway patrol car. Just pull into the next lane and slow up a bit," Mr. Black coached. Reuben did as instructed, and sure enough the police cruiser accelerated and passed by. "Phew, gracias amigo, I'm not used to driving in this country." "De nada," Mr. Black replied. "Just take it easy. In the meantime, I'm going to sleep. Wake me if something comes up." Mr. Black closed his eyes and pulled a scrap of newspaper over his face to shade him from the evening sun. He smiled as he appreciated the irony of how he was about to lie down for a sweet set of dreams while a nightmare unfolded behind him.