John the Hypocrite

“Tricia Gorbachev.” Greenpaw had said the name with a familiarity and ease that had escaped his every other spoken word in the clumsy, Gamer-only translation from his Almiraj tongue into English.

“Tricia…? How is…?” John’s mind went to the only interaction the two ever had… but wasn’t that enough? John had to remind himself that what had been a short period of hellish **** for him had been months for Tricia and Greenpaw… months of training, months of being together with the few others present at the time.

But the two of them. Together. It was absurd, of course, and not just because John had grown attached to her—he dared believe he loved her—before then. But John was faced with the fact that he felt that way—or at least felt like he felt that way—in barely a week’s time… so how hard was it to believe Greenpaw and her had grown close in all those weeks together? Who was he to challenge such a claim, stated by a creature bound to tell the truth?

However immature John’s feelings for his blonde lover, they were real to the Gamer teen… and so Greenpaw’s, too, were at risk of being even moreso. This meant Greenpaw was a threat… or at least he would be, if he were not John’s ****. But if Tricia had reciprocated… had slept with…

The thought of their intimacy, carried out in the shadow of John’s imprisonment, brought a darkness tangible enough for Greenpaw’s new senses to warn him of it… and suddenly the Almiraj felt terribly threatened. “Did you... touch her?” John couldn’t bear to ask more carnal details than that.

“Yes.” Touch was a flexible word… and at that moment, neither had understood the other’s take on it.

John shook his head. Had Tricia cheated on John? The accusation suddenly made him feel like an idiot; how many women had he slept with, be they minions or otherwise, since he first bedded Tricia? First married Tricia? What right did he…?

The thought process in John took a turn. But she never said she liked Greenpaw… or Hell, even wanted him… or had any kind of feelings, so… was she hiding it? Why? I’ve been open about what I’ve been doing… so why wouldn’t she be?! Is she ashamed? Or did she… did she not want him to…? “Did she ask you to?” John asked again, startled by the sudden fear in his gut.

“No,” Greenpaw replied, his long ears twitching as he replied.

The fear became a fist and squeezed John’s heart until it turned into fury. It was becoming tangible for the non-psychics in the room now, and the mutterings and activity of the others in the grand hall of the Temple had begun to quiet. “But you did it anyways?”

“Yes.”

The blackness oozing from John surged so violently that Greenpaw flinched backwards. “You… **** her?”

“She was… I believe… she wanted it,” Greenpaw hastily struggled to reply. Their laboratory encounter, as close as it had gotten to sex, had indeed been a one-time affair… but it was still within the gamut of what John was asking. So Greenpaw answered honestly… and out of fear, did not dare try to explain. The Almiraj’s fur was puffed out now as his ears flexibly turned and pressed flat against the back of his head. “I could tell… she wanted it.”

But all John heard was “she was asking for it,” which was a very familiar refrain from his world. What Greenpaw had done was not what John was envisioning… and anger clouded the Gamer’s mind too deeply to realize it. “You think she wa…?” John’s voice trailed as he couldn’t repeat what Greenpaw was saying… and now John wondered about Tricia’s hesitation, her need to talk to him, and her need to be with John even amid all the chaos and displacement they now faced.

How much of it had been guilt? Shame? Fear? John’s mind churned conspiracies and secrets until all he saw was red. He could see it now: Tricia’s nervous smile as it grew on her cute face … and then, behind it, Greenpaw’s inhuman maw twisting into a smile that consumed Tricia’s until it vanished. “You… how could you fucking-?!”

Your punch deals 56 damage to Greenpaw.

The rabbit’s face had barely been malformed by the blow, but the rabbit-man tensed up and backed away all the same.

John stalked forward, his mind focusing his anger as the Eye of the King began to flicker. “Kneel before me.”

Greenpaw could not resist and came back to kneel… only to lower himself into John’s swift, merciless kick right into the Almiraj’s barely-guarded groin.

CRIT! Your kick deals 159 damage to Greenpaw!

The Almiraj doubled over in pain, but remained kneeling. The Temple center had fallen deathly silent as the other summons watched in varying degrees of interest and displeasure.

“You…. You **** Tricia?!” Another kick to the tender balls of the Almiraj. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out-?!”

“I did not!” Greenpaw coughed in desperation.

“You **** her to-“ John’s words died in his throat… and in his anger, he gave a third booted kick to the kneeling Almiraj. A whistling howl came from the rabbit until John reared back and kicked again, finally forcing the creature to fall over in too much pain to obey his orders. Greenpaw coughed nearly to the point of vomiting as he could barely hear anything over the thunderous agony being screamed from one of his ruptured testicles. “She didn’t want whatever the fuck you did, you piece of-!”

“Fluffy,” Greenpaw gasped, “she-”

John stomped his heel into the rabbit man’s eye, forcing the beast to see stars as vision therein blurred. “Do you think I won’t fucking kill you?! After what you’ve done-?!”

“She said I was-“ Greenpaw’s words were caught as John’s boot connected with the softer parts of his neck. Greenpaw could barely see his master through the pain in his eye and racking his body, but he could tell he was going to die like this: slowly, painfully, and with his new, improved body being slowly torn and crushed until he was finally killed for some transgression he did not understand, for a **** he did not commit.

John saw no reason to stop, and every reason to continue until Greenpaw had suffered enough, until an example was made for the others-

“He didn’t get anywhere with your girlfriend, fuck-boy.”

John’s foot might have slowed if it weren’t Fairy’s bored-sounding voice that tried to reach him. Instead, he took a small, insignificant measure of satisfaction in hearing the rabbit-man’s ribs crack under his attack. ”He just confessed-!”

“I’m telling you they got nowhere, dick-brain!” Fairy’s voice was more urgent, this time… and unlike Greenpaw, she had no orders at the moment. John’s vision of Greenpaw was suddenly censored with four lengths of chain that shot out between the summoner and his monster. John, his eyes still full of ****, followed the interfering chain until they came to Fairy’s forearm… and behind them, Fairy’s judgmental gaze. She floated there, the living chains still extended and static in the air, as she went on, “I was with them the whole time they were together, and she never got a chance to give in, so why don’t you calm the fuck-?”

A tunnel opened behind Fairy and next to the Gamer before John’s move shunted her through. Her chains, each almost twelve feet long, trailed before her until the tunnel shut. The rules of John’s tunnels being what they were, the whole wad of forty-eight feet of chain was suddenly in front of Fairy before they crashed to the ground like an anchor.

John’s hands were suddenly on Fairy’s wings… and a sharp tug and sure grips warned her against resisting as he pulled her close. His breath was hot and hateful on her ear. “You were there? You saw what he did? No, maybe you did... and you did nothing. You waited for her to… give in, didn't you? You let this piece of shit **** her until she fucking liked it-?!”

“He did nothing,” she calmly replied as she tried not to feel the pain in her wings. Slowly, her living chains untangled themselves to try and retract back into her body. “He almost got frisky once, and then she kept her distance… and he respected her wishes.”

John’s hands tightened until a shock of pain ran through Fairy. She had to take the gloves off.

Fairy’s voice was almost too quiet to hear… but John heard her all the same. “Unlike you, Master, he stops when he’s asked.”

The quiet of the temple had been doubled by her hushed accusation… but the blow had been struck with such feverish **** that all the darkness welling in John retreated as if from the sun. "That... that doesn't change what he did. Even if you didn't see it happen-"

"I was there the entire time. Nothing... happened."

John lost all his fight. He was returned to an insecure boy who gingerly released Fairy’s wings… and slowly backed away from the two of them.

Greenpaw, still under orders, slowly rose to a kneeling position, his screaming groin, broken ribs, and swollen-shut eye successfully all overcome by the command of his master.

John shook his head as he tried to regain his composure, his righteous anger, and whatever understanding he thought he had from Greenpaw’s confession… but Fairy turned to stare him down with frustrated eyes.

No, it’s not the same… But wasn’t it? Only the details could dispel the cloud that now hung over the chamber.

“Alright… Greenpaw…” the Gamer whispered, “from the start…”