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Chapter 2 of Tales of Woe

James Desarta, September 27th 2016, at the Amberstone Prison

I fell off my bed with a hard thud, feeling the concrete floor beneath me hit my body hard. I slowly lifted myself up off the cement until I was kneeling in front of the steel bolt door. Fucking guards. They don't realize that I couldn't escape even if I tried, not without magic, at least.

I rose up off the ground and pushed all my weight against the door, leaning on it, with my lizard jaw resting between the cold, metal bars. I saw two guards standing around in the hall, and tuned in to their conversation.

"... and the kid's still actin' like 'e owns the place," the reindeer spoke with a deep, broad voice. He was completely ripped, with massive muscles that rippled over his body and down his front, making him look almost unnatural. I'd known him for the two years I'd been in prison, and the whole time I'd been catching him staring at me from across the way, in the courtyard, whenever I walked by, and sometimes just in the hall. I didn't mind, the thought of being bored down on by such a creature was one of the few things I could entertain myself with. "You'd think a'ter five years 'e'd 'ave calmed down a bit, but 'e seems to get worse every time I see 'im."

The badger burst out laughing, "Dean, that nothin'! Your nephew like Christ to my niece. Spoiled brat, barely say a word 'n' get what she want."

"That's a parentin' issue, though, Kai. Naw, Erin's just like that. Nature versus nurture, suppose."

"True."

I took my chance to enter the conversation, "Hey, uh- Kai?"

The badger spun around on his heel and held his pistol pointed at me, "Back criminal!"

"Woah, watch where you point that thing! I was just gonna ask for some damn water!"

Dean shifted his feet and glared at me, "Water? What for?"

"Gee, I don't know, to drink?"

"Look, I know your kind, James. You know damn well I can't give you water, even if you are in the cell."

"Hey, your buddies down in the lower levels put this damn tracker in me, and it's stifling my powers. Just fuck off and give me some water, I'm dying of thirst in here."

The badger looked confused, "Tracker?"

"Yeah, this." I turned around and showed the badger my rear, lifting my tail as high as I could. The badger growled at me, and I just laughed as I pulled my pants back up.

"Do it again, dare ya'!"

"Sorry, I'm not a sub, and even if I were, you don't strike me as a-"

Dean's eyes widened, "Don't you even think about saying it, punk!"

"Saying? ... Oh, right. Sorry, I forgot, you were like that."

"Yeah, sorry my ass."

I heard a voice from down the hall, the voice of a man I'd come to hate, not due to his aversion to people like me and Dean, "You faggots are all alike.... You all think you can handle yourselves, but trust me... you can't. You won't. And we can thank James for that."

Dean looked completely pissed off, "What in the hell are you talkin' 'bout Alan?"

"You know the end is nearing, you know the truth, you know about magic. Well, in a couple minutes, I'm gonna break out of here, and accidentally let that faggot with me."

Dean suddenly vanished from my sight and I shoved my head as far between the bars as I could to watch, just barely seeing Dean at Alan's cell door, "What'd you call 'im, fuck?!"

"Same thing I'm about to call you, faggot." Dean went berserk. He grabbed the keys from his side and opened the cell door. Bad move. The lock clicked, and the door blew off its hinges, slamming Dean against the back wall. I barely felt a change in the air, and realized all the arcane cells were connected. I broke the seal and kicked the door down, no longer caring for the privacy of magic.

I followed Alan down the hall as some of the other prisoners broke their own doors and destroyed a portion of one wall to leave through it. The sirens were wailing, and I was almost to the door when my ankle was suddenly grabbed and I fell to the floor. I turned around and saw Dean staring at me, blood dripping from his mouth and the majority of his body laying limp. I couldn't help myself. I wasn't put in this prison for being ruthless and heartless, and I instinctually went over to him and picked him up, not without the help of magic, of course.

I fled from the prison, carrying Dean on my shoulders. I didn't run through the streets like that, but instead I retreated to the oceans. I created a pocket of air for us, and went so deep that the light barely reached us. I continued to walk along the ocean floor until I found it. My hide away in the world.

I crawled into the cavity in the earth and continued to walk up the slope out of the water. The small grotto was lit from the one or two lights I'd left behind when I was last here. I set Dean down on the small bed and began to tend to his wounds. He moaned in agony as they healed at a rate abnormal without use of magic. I glanced at the clock, 7:32. I'd gotten to the grotto hours before, and Dean still hadn't recovered. He'd blacked out before I even left the prison, but I didn't mind. I continued to take care of him, trying to nurse him back to the point of consciousness, and I succeeded by midnight.

I was over by the stove, beginning to fall asleep as I watched him, when he finally opened his eyes. He did nothing but stare at the ceiling for a few minutes before noticing me, "Y-... J-... Ja-"

I got up and went over to him, "Hey, you're awake."

"W-... What?" He looked really confused, and I put my hand on his forehead to find it burning and searing hot.

"Oh, damn, where'd that come from? ... And how'd it get there?"

He was still struggling with words as he tried to speak, "Y-... You..."

"Hey, don't worry I'm-" He started shaking his head violently and persisted in trying to speak.

"N-no! Y-... You-... Grr..." He took a deep breath, and I saw his chest rise nearly four inches when he did. He breathed out, and it dropped five, and then he inhaled again, it rising only an inch. He spoke clearly and calmly now, "You, James, you... Where are we? Why'd you do this, why'd you-"

"Hey, you told me once yourself. You knew I was framed."

"Framed's an understatement."

"No it's not, the guy turned the case around-"

"And the judge and jury should've caught on. Should've seen that- Agh!" He winced and screamed in pain as he tried to sit up, and I lightly pushed him back down.

"Hey, stop, you're still hurt."

"Ugh, fine. But that's it, why'd you do this?"

"You do realize I worked at a hospital before I was forced in prison, right?"

"So what? I 'ave to pay you a'ter this?"

"No... I've seen the way you look at me in the courtyard."

"Wha-"

"And I didn't mind."

"Huh? Oh. You... You noticed?"

"Dean, how the hell would I know you were gay if I hadn't seen you staring at me? Not every day when a massive, muscular reindeer such as yourself stares at you. And boy did you stare..."

"Well you don't need to patronize me about it."

"I'm not, I'm impressed that no one caught on."

"You... Are you kidding me? Everyone knew, and the only reason the prisoners didn't freak out at me about it was because even amongst the prisoners I was the strongest person there."

"Yeah..." I laid a hand on his chest, feeling the rock hard muscles laying there.

"Someone's intimate."

"Someone's not complaining."

"Move a little further down, I dare you."

"You're the sick one, and you know I'm better with magic."

"Since when?"

"Who's older?"

"I'm forty six."

"Shit you're old."

"Oh, thanks."

"But you're still attractive."

"Is this really your pitiful attempt at trying to get to me?"

"I've been on two dates, the first one was in high school, and the second led to me being raped. Trust me, my experience with dating is logically limited."

"Well 'ow'd your first one go?"

"About the same way as the second one, except I wasn't sent to prison and it was my first time. Maybe you'll be my third."

"Maybe. First you're gonna need to prove to me that you're worth boring down on."

"First I'm gonna need to fix three more of your ribs."

"Right, and I'm in this state because..."

"Remember the door?"

"Oh. Yeah, I guess being crushed between a three 'undred pound steel plate and a concrete wall isn't exactly something most people live through."

"Yeah, you lucked out. Broke nearly every bone in your body, but you survived."

"Is it me or did you suddenly become a lot more attractive?"

"It's the whole, being a nurse thing."

"Ah. Gonna have to try hard to keep me from 'urting myself, then."

"Oh, and why's that?" He reached his hand up, wrapped it around my neck and pulled my face to his. Within seconds of our lips touching his tongue was in my mouth, reaching to the back of my mouth, and tenderly tickling my uvula. I had nearly no gag reflexes, so he went ahead and reached his tongue further back and lapped at the membrane in the back of my mouth as I silently wished to myself I could gag. I was slowly choking out as he tightened his grip with increasing intimacy between us and I got to the point where I started tugging on his arm to get him to stop. He finally caught on and withdrew his tongue from my mouth as he let me back up.

"Sorry..."

"Damn... You don't waste time, do you?"

"Get in bed and you'll 'ind out."

"Hmm..."

"That's too much thinking." He shifted his weight to grab my body and pull me up into the bed with him, pulling me into just the right place to feel his crotch against my butt and his chin on my head, and his neck between my horns. I was trapped, and he used a single hand to pull off my shirt and the other to help me pull my pants down. He pulled off his own shirt and pants, and even both of our underwear, leaving us naked as he lifted the sheets over us. He pulled the sheets tight, pulling tight to his body as well, and left no sides for me to escape through. The only way I would get away from him was if I could rip the blankets, and even he couldn't rip them if he tried. I felt himself grow more and more interested in me by the second, and by the time I fell asleep, his girth was between my legs, and had become another thing holding me close to his body...