Paradise Threatened Ch. 01bylostangelkira©
Due to the popularity of 'A Topsy-Turvy World', I've decided to go ahead with a sequel. You could probably read this without having read my previous series, but I sincerely recommend reading it before this one. For those of you who have read 'A Topsy-Turvy World', this story takes place twelve years later, twins Jason and Charlie now 18. Their lives along with everyone else who lives in Tranquility Valley's have been quiet and peaceful. But their peace is about to be interrupted...
"Wake up, sleepyhead," Jason heard his mother sing into his ear, giving his ears a little rub. He yawned loudly as he opened his eyes, looking at her through slightly blurred vision.
"Mom," he whined, shifting down on the bar set into the ceiling of his room, away from her. "It's Saturday. Can't I sleep one more hour?"
"Not if you want to go out into the city today," she told him, kissing him between the eyes. "When you get dressed, go wake up your brothers and sisters."
"Alright, alright," he yawned, cracking his jaw.
His mom gave him a smile and left, closing his door behind her. He stretched his arms out, his wings stretching out across the room from under his arms, totally nude. On the wall facing him was a full-length mirror since he liked to look at himself, proud of his well-developed, muscular body. He was also proud of his...endowment. Occasionally, he'd seen his mom and dad enjoying themselves in their room and he was quite proud of the fact that he was more filled out than his own father in that department.
His girlfriends certainly have never complained, many of them coming back for more even after they broke up and were with someone else. But unlike those girls, he wanted to find someone to spend his life with, like his father had. In a way, being hung was a curse. Especially since sometimes it would stay hard for hours, whether he jerked it or not.
"Time to chop down the morning wood," he sighed, looking into his mirror as he took hold of his ten and a half inch long, four and a quarter inches around, cock and stroked it slowly.
He groaned quietly, his eyes closing as he picked up the pace, getting faster until he felt a hand close around his, stopping him. Jason jumped, nearly letting go of his perch as he looked to his side. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw that it was his latest ex, Carla, a golden-retriever morph.
"Jesus, Carla," he gasped, his heartbeat returning to normal. "You nearly gave me a heart attack. I thought you were my mom or one of my siblings. You shouldn't be here. Empty house or not, we broke up and you're with Donny now."
"Just one more time," she whined quietly, stepping up to him, spreading her legs as she took hold of his cock. "Please?"
He sighed in defeat. "You got protection?"
"My mother got me on the Pill. We don't need anything else."
And upon giving her answer, she swallowed half his hard dick in one go. His hormones taking over, Jason growled, grabbing hold of her hips and shoving his tongue straight up her hot pussy, rubbing her clit with one finger. She yipped in pleasure, her tail wagging wildly as she sucked and stroked his erection more enthusiastically.
"Oh yes!" she gasped, releasing his cock as she came all over his face.
Jason kept licking and sucking, driving her wild. When she started getting hot and heavy again, he pushed her back and reached up to grab the bar he slept on. Once he had a good grip, he let his feet down and dropped to the floor, standing tall at 6'3". Growling, he pushed Carla against the wall beside his door. Once he locked the door, Jason pulled her legs open wide and lifted her up. She wrapped her strong legs around his waist and sank onto his cock, making them both moan a little loud.
Pushing her shirt up, Jason latched onto one of her six nipples as he pistoned in and out of her roughly, making her squeal. Jason groaned against her chest. She was so damn tight and hot, he thought he'd never get himself out of her. When she started to get a little loud, Jason released her nipple to kiss her, muffling her cries with his mouth. They both shuddered as Carla howled into his mouth as she came, clamping down so hard on him, he'd thought she'd break him, making him come with her.
"Oh god, you're even better than I remember," she whispered in his ear as he let her down.
He made her look at him before she grabbed her clothes.
"Don't come over anymore," he told her sternly. "Things didn't work out for us, but I can tell you're very happy with Donny and he loves you very much. What we'd had was good, but we had so many problems. Please, don't complicate things with this. It isn't fair to Donny."
"Ok, Jason," she said, her tone sad, but serious. Once she was dressed, Carla left through his window.
Jason then went to the bathroom, then to his closet. He pulled on a pair of low-riding, hip-hugging blue jeans. His dad, sisters and brothers wore kilts since they're wings connected lower than his and the kilts were easier for them to wear, especially if they needed to fly. His wings on the other hand, were maybe an inch narrower than theirs, allowing him to wear pants and shorts easily. Now that he was dressed, Jason went across the hall to his brothers' room.
Charlie either slept in his bed or on a bar like he did, it depended on his mood most of the time. Charlie and him were essentially identical twins, nearly impossible to tell apart unless you knew the few differences between them. The easiest difference were their eyes; his were green, Charlie's were mismatched; one gold, one green. Charlie's fur was lighter than his or their dad's, a little closer to rust orange. Then there were Jason's wings, both narrower and a little longer of a span when spread. Of course, it was easy to tell them apart when dressed since they had totally different styles and preferences.
To Jason's right as he walked in the room was their baby brother, Tristan. Tristan was the baby of the family at 6 years old, as well as the most different from the rest of them. He was a mix between a bat morph like them and a jaguar morph, like their uncle Nathan and their cousins. Tristan's ears were shorter and wider at their base, the tips slightly rounded instead of pointed. His pupils were that of a cat's, dilating to thin slits in light. Unlike his dad and the rest of his siblings, Tristan couldn't go blind as easy as the rest of them could.
His fur was a little longer than theirs and blonde, like their grandmother's hair had been, an irregular pattern of spots and a few stripes in dark red, chocolate brown and black, save for a large red mark in the shape of a T on his right thigh, which helped their parents come up with his name. A long tail was attached to the end of his spine, lazily swinging back and forth.
Tristan rolled onto his back in his sleep, mumbling something, his arms stretched out across the bed, wings spread, identical to their father's and Charlie's. In spite of being so different, Tristan was well-liked by everybody that met him; he was just too cute.
He walked over to Charlie, who was swinging back and forth a little on his perch, snoring lightly. Jason covered his nose and yanked his ear. Charlie woke up on a shout, falling off his perch and onto his bed.
"Mom said to get up," he told Charlie, punching him lightly on the shoulder. Charlie sat up and slugged him in the chest, making him have to take a deep breath.
"I'm up," Charlie growled, rubbing his ear. "Jeez, did you have to yank my ear?"
"You never wake up otherwise," Jason told him. "You sleep like the frickin' dead, Charlie."
"One day I'm going to get you back," Charlie said, smacking Jason on the back of the head gently as he went to use the bathroom.
Jason smiled a little. They might call each other names and roughhouse a little too much, but he loved his twin and knew Charlie loved him back. They were always close and looked out for each other and their younger brother and sisters. He then went over and sat on the edge of Tristan's bed. He leaned over and tickled his ears.
"Wake up, little buddy," he whispered in his ear. Tristan twitched. Jason knew he was awake.
"Tickle attack!" he cried, tickling Tristan's wings and stomach. The little boy squirmed and screamed playfully, trying to get away from the attack. When Tristan started to curl into a ball to get away from his onslaught, Jason stopped and picked him up, placing him in his lap. Tristan gave him a hug, a soft purr rumbling in his chest.
"You better hurry up and get dressed," he told Tristan as he sat him down, ruffling his hair. "Mom says we're going into the city today."
"Really?" Tristan asked excitedly, looking up at him with big blue eyes.
"Yep. So get a move on," Jason told him. Tristan rushed into the closet and started rummaging through it. Jason laughed a little as he left the room and went further down the hall to his sisters' room.
His three sisters were triplets born when he and Charlie were seven, making them eleven. Aside from being bat morphs, Amanda, Crystal and Tiffany resembled their mother more. Amanda's hair and fur matched their mother's brown hair her eyes the same blue, Crystal's was black like their grandpa on their mother's side, her eyes gold like their father's and Crystal's was a strawberry blonde, like their grandmother's on mom's side, her eyes a deep violet. All three of them preferred to sleep in beds, sleeping upside down like he preferred to only when they were really upset.
"Wake up, snugglebugs!" he called out, shaking each of them in turn awake. "We're taking a trip into the city so get your cute little butts out of bed!"
They grumbled sleepily as they stretched and dashed for the bathroom, racing to be first. With his task done, he went downstairs to find his dad and Charlie sitting at the table, their mom in the kitchen cooking breakfast.
"Got the little monsters up and moving, huh?" Charlie asked, getting a cup of coffee. "Usually you have to get out the crowbar to get them out of bed on a Saturday."
"They're really excited about going into the city, I guess," Jason replied, shrugging as he poured himself a glass of grapefruit juice. Charlie grimaced as he took a sip.
"I don't see how you can drink that bitter stuff," he said, shaking his head and looking at the World News section of the paper.
Charlie tended to be really shy around most people, especially girls, most of the time. But if you asked him about some political matter or his thoughts on a policy and he became the most talkative guy you could meet. He was wicked smart when it came to government and politics and very passionate.
Charlie was the captain of the speech and debate team at school, undefeated. He was an amazing speaker and his speeches were so well-polished and worded, he not only wrote dad's speeches for meetings and events in the valley, but also for a few other political figures outside the valley.
"So, what's the occasion for going into the city?" Jason asked their father.
"Your uncle Nathan is getting an award for his outstanding work in prosecution," his dad said, putting down the paper as his mom put a plate of pancakes and eggs in front of him.
"Thank you, dear," he said to her, kissing her before she went back into the kitchen. He then turned back to him.
"It won't be until this evening, but I figured we could do things in the city before the dinner."
"Sounds like fun," Charlie said, his breakfast set in front of him. "And it'll give me a chance to talk to Uncle Nathan's boss about a summer internship at his practice."
"Here you go, Jason," his mom said, setting a plate of wheat pancakes and a bowl of fresh fruit in front of him.
"Thanks, mother," he told her, dousing his pancakes in syrup.
"How can you stand not eating meat?" Charlie asked him.
Jason shrugged. "It just doesn't appeal to me. And that's not entirely true. I like chicken and fish every once in a while."
"As in once a month," his brother retorted. "If I ate like you, I wouldn't be able to function."
"And if I ate like you, I'd probably keel over from clogged arteries," Jason snapped back playfully as the younger kids came down for breakfast.
Once they were done and the plates were cleared, they all piled into their van and set off for the city. After a forty minute drive over the mountains, they arrived in the city maybe twenty minutes later. The younger kids, having never really been to the city, pressed their faces against the glass, amazed at all the people, cars and buildings.
As a family, they went to see a movie or two, had a light lunch and spent the rest of the day in the park, playing games. There were several instances where Jason thought they were going to get turned away, but then they would get a look at Tristan and just fawn over him, telling him how cute he was. After that, they would be left alone.
"I swear Tristan's a cute magnet," Charlie commented as a park guard walked away. "Somebody would have to be totally frigid or heartless not to think he was adorable."
"You two were the same way when you were his age," their mother added. "Everybody couldn't stop tickling or pinching you, you were just too cute."
When they arrived for the award dinner later that evening, there was a large crowd of anti-morph activists being held back by security, many of the guards morphs themselves. Jason brought up the rear, watching the crowd carefully in case someone gets by security. Just as he was about to enter the building, he caught the eye of a human girl.
She looked to be about his age and very pretty; short, fire red hair, green-gray eyes, smooth skin with a spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose and the tops of her cheeks. She was a little on the short side, maybe 5'5", 5'6", but she had curves in all the right places and were displayed well by her slightly snug blue shirt and hip-hugging black jeans. He couldn't stop staring at her.
"What are you looking at, freak?!" she snapped, tossing a rock at him. He dodged the rock easily.
"Just the prettiest girl I've ever seen," he answered smoothly, making her blush, turning her face the same color as her hair. He smiled, moving to where he stood right in front of her on his side of the rope. "You know, hate doesn't look good on you at all. We're not all that different from you." She spit in his face.
"You're nothing like us," she snarled, turning around and shoving her way out of the crowd.
"Where are you going, Dana?" Jim, a friend and fellow protester asked, following her to the mouth of the alley just behind their group.
"I need to go home," she said, running shaking hands through her hair. "I'm not feeling too hot."
"You still not feeling well?" he asked, concerned. "You should see a doctor tomorrow."
"I will," she told him, giving him a little smile. "See you later."
"You want me to walk you home?" he asked her.
"No. I'll be alright," she said.
"Alright," he said, turning and going back to their protest.
Dana walked down the alley and onto another street, this one quieter.
"Damn that sneaky, filthy animal," she muttered under her breath. She'd left not only because she was feeling under the weather, but she didn't want that beast of a morph to catch the scent of her arousal. When she first saw that particular morph, she'd a brief lapse, admitting to herself he was quite handsome. Then when he started to stare at her, she had felt herself get wet and heated, actually wondering what it would be like to be with him. But she knew better.
Morphs were nothing more than talking animals that needed to be exterminated. She'd been taught too well to fall for their lies and tricks. They claim to just want to live their lives like anyone else, but she'd been taught differently. Morphs would lie and nudge their way into your life, making you think they were your friend. Then they would destroy your life in their efforts to take over the world. She would not fall prey to their lies like the human woman that went into that building on the arm of a monster, their demon spawn following them.
Dana hung a left, then a right. About a block and a half away from home, she collapsed in an alleyway, next to a dumpster. Her fever had spiked tremendously and she hurt all over. Minutes later, the pain spiked so badly, she passed out.
Jason felt a little disappointed, but at the same time, he was intrigued. He's even had human girls come after him until he had to beat them off with a stick. A couple of them didn't really like morphs, yet they still slept with him. This was the first girl that hadn't been interested and that made him want to get her interested.
"What took you?" Charlie asked as he walked inside.
"A girl with those protesters caught my eye," he replied, wiping the spit from his face. "I think she likes me."
Charlie rolled his eyes. "You think everybody likes you."
The dinner and award ceremony went smoothly and they accepted their uncle's invitation to stay the night at his place in the city. He kept an apartment for him and his family when he had to work for extended periods at the office, so they could be together, his cousins schoolwork mailed until they returned home. Jason sat out on their back porch, looking up at the stars by himself.
Hearing some shuffling and whispers from the alley behind the house, Jason got up and climbed to the top of the fence and looked over into the alley. He saw three guys he recognized as part of the activists at the award ceremony. Jason stayed perfectly still and listened in.
"Check it out," one of them said, pointing at a shadow right underneath Jason, "It's one of those morphs. Ooh, and it's female. How's about we have a little fun with her?"
"Me first," Jason said loudly, dropping down and landing in between the female and the rabble rousers.
The three men looked frightened, so they took off back the way they'd come. Once they were gone, Jason knelt beside her. Feeling her forehead, she was burning up and her clothes were torn. His eyes went wide when he saw the tiny dark brown spots across the tops of her cheeks and across the base of her muzzle. It was the girl he'd seen with the activists earlier. Poor thing must've just went through the Change and was passed out from the fever. He picked her up and took her into the house.