Thread: The Big Good Wolf (Frogger/Campion)

Colin had been in school when he received news that something had happened at home and he needed to get back immediately. It was on the other side of the city, a good two miles. So he was running and ducking under stall doors through the marketplace. It was only because he had not even taken the time to remove his protective lab robe that he evaded his attackers when three powerful women stepped out and tried to grab him. Their clothing was nondescript, so they weren't any kind of police. No, this was a snatch attempt. The 5'9 inch slim teen managed to shrug off his robe and rolled under a passing wagon. As he came up, blue eyes searching for an exit, he dove over a barrel and went on hands and knees behind several stalls, coming out in an alley that was little used. Fortunately, he grew up here and knew every turn. Tying his long sandy blond hair back, he grabbed a robe off of a clothesline, noting the location so he could find it again. Attired now in the garb of a pilgrim, he attracted no notice and was able to quickly stride the rest of the way. But when he got closer to his home, he stopped stunned across the street. His home was now completely in flames. Nothing would be left. As he stood wondering what to do, he overheard a firefighter telling a member of the guard, Poor bastard never saw it coming. Fireballs right and left to cause this. At least he died instantly. Someone else on the Council must not have liked him. The guard commented. I'd save your opinions to yourself. Council members don't like people talking about them... Yet it is a shame. He was a fine specimen. Wish I'd gotten the chance to have him. Colin faded back a little. Ever since he'd been young his father had warned him that when he came of age, his seed would be a precious commodity. Just a kiss from him could heal and restore mana. He had inherited that from his father. His mother had died when he was small, leaving a large estate...now ashes. Growing up in a matriarchal world, his father had had to try extra hard to be taken seriously. But he'd used pillow talk from his many patrons to rise and to eventually gain a grudging place on the council. But his advocation of rights for males had made him enemies. It was for that reason that his father had made a political alliance and marriage with one of the other disrespected groups, the Weres. Colin's supposed stepmother was a knockout, closer in age to him than his father. It had been obvious from the start that apart from occasional times together, his father's passion was his work and not his wife, and the fact that he had to distribute his seed widely didn't help the relationship. But the woman had been someone safe for Colin to talk to. They'd only had male servants in the house to avoid him getting molested or snatched. and servants tended to stay distant. He had given her so many questions when she'd first arrived, and like many a tween, he didn't fear her for her differences. Her three forms filled him only with admiration, and as they became friends, he knew he had a strong advocate and protector in her. As he matured, she was the one who told him of male and female relations, and coached him through dating classmates. It was also her near presence that saved him from being raped more than once. When he didn't want to go as fast as some of the girls preferred. Was she gone as well? Only then as he looked around did he see a familiar face peering from a robe and fading into the alley. Trustingly, he followed her. I assume we talk later. Which way do we go? Last edited Sep 19, 2018