In an unknown year on the Gregorian calender, marked as 682 Klasence on the Cylish calender, Earth has been conquered by a hyper intellegent and super advanced race named the Cylouettes (known as the Cyls, for short). The Cyls were shapeshifting creatures that inhabited Earth before the times of Christ, and since those days they've been in hiding until years back when the (presumed extinguished) monarch was found in the small town in Michigan in 2012. After a series of uprisings and revolutions, the Cyls have conquered six entire planets, with their own being one of them. 
	This story takes place on Earth, in a city where the buildings are white during the day and black during the night. The buildings here were no exception. The clock said 9:04 and so did the sun as a blue jay in dapper clothing, aged sixteen or so, lazily walked along the street to his high school in the center of the city district. Above him were strides of sunbeam bridges that boisterously shot across the sky, providing support and guidance for air vehicles that needed it, and below him was nothing but white pavement with a bit of grass here and there; most of the city was covered in aesthetic love for the enviorment, but had no room for many plantlife save for trees and grass in certain, small fields. 
	He was dressed in a dress shirt and loose black pants, with a book bag slumped behind him containing everything for his classes (since lockers weren't allowed in public schools anymore due to bullying and teachers are required to keep take-home materials to a minimum), his black beak shined in the sunlight beaming above him, with his crested head raising to accommodate his tiredness. It was Friday, but he still had to wake up at five in the morning to conduct his routine. 
	He was joined by a black cat in similar clothing, although a blue shirt in color and he had his bag hanging at his over him like a messager's bag or a purse. He ran towards the bird with a smile, showing his sharp teeth and pride. His ears perked up when he began to walk in sync with the bird.
	"Hey Ray. Excited?" He asked perkishly, curiously, and above all, excitedly.
	"Excited for what, exactly?" The bird replied.
	"You're kidding, right? Don't tell me you've been busy being holed up for the past two weeks. I'm talking about the last week before summer!" 
	"Oh. Sorry. My mind was elsewhere. How's Seiyu?" The bird turned his head away as though embarassed. The cat looked upwards in a similar fashion. 
	"Seiyu's fine. Don't worry about him." 
	The school had an entrance modeled after the Greek Parthenon, with a large, Roman styled sign above it which read "THOMAS HIGH SCHOOL; CYLIC EXCELLENCE." with the same thing below it in the alien language named Cylish. Under the empire, the school kept the tiering of grades but revamped a variety of values (primarily educational) as to promote the best of its students. The bird and the cat were joined with several other students of various species through the door, which inside was a cyberific display for the human eyes as things shifted from a modern setting to an artsy tone. 
	Upon entering, one would either go through a second set of doors to the school's commons or turn left to the school's office. The commons were primarily deep red in color, although at times, parts of the room shifted from deep blue to camouflage, to where there was no color at all and it'd give the illusion you were outside, basking in the sun. The two were silent until they met up with a red fox sitting at the corner of the room, in a booth annexed to a pillar. The fox was wearing white pants, but a darker colored shirt. He got up and shook hands with both of them,
	"Felix, Raymond, how are you?" He greeted.
	"We're fine, like any other soul in this place," said the cat. The bird didn't speak. 
	The three were named Raymond, Felix, and Jack. The Blue Jay, the Black Cat, and the Red Fox, respectively. Raymond met Felix at age ten, Felix met Jack when he was younger than that, and Raymond and Jack met a year later. They were all best friends with each other. When they weren't studying on their spare time, they'd be playing video games, joke about, talk fag talk, or simply drink. The law's codec was at stage blue, so there was of age to get shitfaced. They were Cyls, because they would not be granted proper schooling if they were simply lessers. There was no bullying at Thomas High except for...
	"SUP SLUTS!?" shouted a wolf from afar, across the commons. The three turned their heads to him, but no one did anything. The wolf's name was Eric. He wasn't very much liked.
	"Not much, retard. How about you go bother someone else? We're busy," Felix shouted in response. Jack sniggered. Ray just observed. 
	Eric grew a bit infuriated, so much so that he started to walk over to the table in response, which wasn't well recieved by the trio, who turned to each other and decided that they shouldn't bother. Felix began the intermission, 
	"...So did anyone hear about the King last night? They say someone shot him point blank in the arm before he got his own arm broken by the Kristach." 
	"I heard about that," Jack haplessly replied, "Who hasn't?" 
	"What a stupid thing to do; shoot people of value like that. I'd suspect his majesty would order an execution but how would he do that when his left arm was shattered?" 
	"He's actually already dead," Raymond said calmly, "Died in prison from the rats, I heard." 
	"You go on CyChan too much," Felix replied with a smug look. 
CyChan was much like 4chan except it was in Cylish, interplanetary, and the royals are well known visitors. You also had to prove you were a Cyl to use it, which was ridiculously easy with today's technology. Raymond was about to come up with a reply when he was interrupted by a pair of large, grey hands slamming on their table. Eric has arrived. 
	"What makes you lessers think you can just tell me to fuck off, hm?" he steamed. Eric was different from the trio, he was big and burly and wore gray shorts with a blue exercising tee shirt. He looked to Jack, pissed, and then to Felix and Ray, equally pissed. 
	"It's like you want to be reeducated," Felix scoffed, "What. The last time wasn't enough for you? What happened to chivalry? Are you going to break the table?" 
	"Felix, I think that's enough," Jack said, head crooked and an unamused look. He looked to Eric, "He does have a point, though. When people look at you they really just see this angsty teenager sack of shit and it's actually very lesser like."
	"You calling me a lesser?" Eric snapped,
	"No, I'm calling you an imbecile." He fanned the air near his nose away from it, "But you sure smell like a lesser, goddamn."
	"Look, Eric. We understand. You're pent up on rage and you want to take it out on someone, but you can't do shit here. You know that if you beat the shit out of us, it's our word against yours about it and you'll end up in some concentration camp or some shit." Felix added.
	Lessers are basically people who were absolutely stupid and needed to be wiped from Cylish lands. Typical lesser life was doing jobs that nobody wants to do, like being garbage collectors or railroad workers. Severe cases of being lessers ended up being food.
	"What about Allendov?" Raymond interjected after a pause.
	"Allendov's a cunt," Eric replied more calmly, "She just talks bullshit, gives me 'miracle pills' and then sends me on my marry way. Didn't I mention that before?" 
	"Not to us, no," said Jack, "...Have you actually tried venting to her?"
	The wolf slumped on the table, supporting his chin with his hand, looking away from Felix. "I only saw her for one day and that was about a couple weeks ago."
	"Maybe you should actually see her again?" Felix remarked.
	"Ok, I would rather not hear another another word from you if you so kindly would," Eric seethed. Felix retracted back into Ray, who in turn just stood still waiting for something to happen, but Eric just decided it would suffice, he gave a slight growl, and walked away. 
	"What was that about?" Jack inquired,
	"I made a remark about fucking his dead grandmother for ten krona. Then said that he'd probably find that hot since he threw a chair at me." 
	"Definitely lesser," said Ray, "He'd be far away from here in no time." 
	The bell rang after that. Everyone smoothly scrambled to their classes.
	***
	The final exam reviews that were handed out to the trio provided plenty to do for the night, althoug they were only due the next Wednesday. 
	Jack had already left because his mother was giving birth to kidney stones. Raymond was in the commons playing games on his phone when Felix ran up to him.
	"Hey. Um. I have something to ask of you." Raymond looked up from his phone to find a pleading face. 
	"Yes?"
	"I need advice." he said quietly, "I'm looking for a good fuck or a boyfriend or something of the mist of things because I'm horny and you know, but..." Felix blushed, it wasn't very easy for him to talk about sex in public, "...b-but could you give me any pointers to who's good in bed?"
	Felix knew Raymond wasn't especially sexually experienced, but he took gender studies which allowed him to eavesdrop on women often, so he could pretend he wasn't for a little while. He took a breath and replied, 
	"Well I don't know at the top of my head. Why don't you talk about someone you're interested in. Or point. Pointing works, too." 
	The cat could only think to himself a list of various people. Mikhal was hot. So was Collin. Maybe Eric needs some love, too. He thought through a list of people before he began to look to his right and point to Ignus, who was a white wolf sitting at a bench annexed to the wall,
	"What about Ignus?"
	"Ignus failed the IKE, apparently. I doubt anyone would know by now. Poor bastard, I bet he's still a virgin, too." 
	The IKE (Iekha Kae Exams) are tests that people would take from various ages to prove their intelligence and how much they earn the title "Cyl." If you failed, you were locked up in a chastity cage permanently (or at least until you can retake the exam 50 years from when you first took it) and had to check up with government approved caretakers daily to have it checked on, cleaned, and to provide training for small time jobs like fast food chef or male prostitute. If you got less than a 10% on the test, you were castrated as well and unable to retake it.
	"When did he take it?"
	"Just a week ago. He got a 16%."
	"Sweet Jesus. If it could, my dick would go so far up into my guts that it'd take a crane to pull it out," Felix nervously said. Raymond laughed full heartedly, so much so that it attracted the attention of a couple people near him, who quickly abandoned curiosity and went on with their business.
	"I'm serious, though. I remember taking them when I was seven. I was scared for my life!" Felix added.
	"Relax. Who else are you interested in?"
	It took him a while to think, before he pointed to a lion with one eye closed. "That one. His name escapes me." 
	"Robert? Guy's a fucking sex machine. Wouldn't last two hours without fucking someone in the women's bathroom."
	"You're not serious." 
	Raymond gave a smug look, although he was serious, as he nodded and said, "I saw him walk out with a doe ten minutes ago. I swear." He threw his hands back and yawned a bit, 
	"Problem is, though. He's straight. I'd doubt he'd go anywhere near that lovely asshole of yours," he added.
	Felix pulled the collar of his shirt in discomfort. His blush intensified and he really had no idea what to say. Raymond continued,
	"Besides, if you want my advice, I'd recommend having your first time with someone you actually love." 
	Felix, as though Ray had just crossed a line, sprung up, slamming his hands onto the table and tried not to yell, but he still very loudly said, "How did you know I'm a virgin?" 
	"Yesterday. Rum and coke. Remember?" 
	"Oh... yeah." He looked away from Ray again to look at his choices. Who did he actually love? Who was he willing to spend his first time with? Not the lion, not Ignus, not the few girls that were staring at him for admitting he never had sex before, and definitely not the fat hippo playing cards with the lizard (and not the lizard, either). His choices narrowed down to only one person, and they stared eye to eye. 
	"What are you looking at me for?" the blue jay asked. 
	Felix felt a bit flustered. He felt guilt, surprise, and subconscious anguish towards him. "I... I-I..."
	"What? Spit it out, damn you--"
	"I want to spend it with you," the cat said quietly as he lowered his head, his ears followed him. 
	"Why didn't you simply ask?"
	Felix's ears perked up, and so did his head in a shocked countenance, whipping out an excuse;
	"I thought you were dating Jack!" 
	"I thought you were!" 
	"Who's he dating, then? Hm? I heard he was dating someone."
	"Felix, let's not worry about that right now. Let's just walk home." 
	They got up and left, carrying their bags with them. Eric was no where to be seen and everyone else was leaving anyways. Upon 10 kilometers of the school, Felix froze. He tensed up and strung his arms as though he were angry, and Raymond noticed. When he walked up to Felix to ask him how he felt, he was ambushed by a kiss.
	Felix's raspy tongue met with the bird's in a eloquent yet sloppy example of passion between two same sex lovers. Their lips would not part until Felix wanted, and Ray was forced to enjoy every minute of it, enjoy it he did. He closed his eyes as he pushed his head onto the cat's to deepen his frenchie. They then departed. Felix started to cry.
	"All this time. I've loved you all this time yet I was too nerve wracked to ask you. I fucking love you, Raymond. I'm sorry." He clenched his eyes and his teeth as his tears continued to flow. 
	"...How about we walk to my house? We'll talk more there."
***
	"So see, I've always set my eyes on you, specifically, and not because you're a bird. Because-- Because I like your personality, you're smart, and you're fun to be with."
	"Well, we always did get along quite well. Although I'm more surprised to hear that you weren't dating Jack."
	"I know. I thought you were! I mean-- shit, man. You two were together like a glove."
	"It was you who introduced me to him. Care for another?"
	"Certainly."
	They had been drinking scotch and beer for two whole hours, them two. Felix was always the heavier drinker, and Raymond was always the most sober, but he still drank quite a bit. Raymond owned a bar in his basement that was greeny in color, with ferns growing in a couple random places, a pool table, a general table with a deck of cards, and a retro bar that housed a variety of aged drinks behind him. Some of which were twenty to thousands of years old. Raymond reached over and poured them both more scotch.
	"So, if I'm understanding this correctly and please tell me if I'm not; you kind of held a grudge against Jack because you thought we were dating."
	"Yep." 
	"And that you've been masturbating about me every night when we're not together, just thinking of me?"
	"Creepy, isn't it. I could list all the things I'd let you do to me if you wanted." He slumped, "I just want to be with you."
	"Well as much as I like Jack, I think you'd make a good match for me, too."	
	"Too?"
	"Uhm. It's not like---"
	"Am I not loving you enough?" His eyes started to water a bit. He felt so close to finally being with the man he wanted to date and he had to feel a bit of disappointment for coming this far just to drop it; almost like a ruined orgasm. 
	"What? No. It's not like that at all. I love you, too, Felix." 
	"Really now?" His tears did not fade, only lighten. 
	"Yes. ...Yes, I do." 
	Felix lifted his head with a grin, "Alright. I want you to... strip for me." 
	"S-Strip? Why?" Ray broke a sweat. Naked? Why?
	"Because I want to know what you look like underneath all that covering. I'll strip for you, too, and besides. I already know we're going to make love soon."
	Ray hesitated, but he began to unbutton his shirt hastily, his pants thereafter, and slid them all off him as fast as he could. He then slid down his underwear, revealing a large, throbbing, black member with a small knot. Felix was delighted. 
	"Better than I imagined." 
	Ray had very thick wings and was taller than Felix, but he still blushed at the compliment. He had big beautiful feathers and very strong legs, with the appearance of someone who'd kick right through a wall or leap twenty stories high. In terms of what was to be concealed, his package was very meaty and large, with balls to show -- literally. He covered them with his hands and swayed his hips from side to side. 
	Felix started undress, but he did so slower than Raymond did and more sensually, as though to put on a show. Strangely, though, he did not take off his pants, and Ray noticed that as the cat threw his shirt aside.
	"Why not the pants."
	"Excuse me?"
	"Your pants."
	The cat looked down, and realized he was still wearing pants, he blushed; he was still wearing pants. He looked up to Ray, 
	"It's... uh... that I don't like being completely naked. It makes me feel vulnerable."
	"Well, what's to hurt you down here?"
	"What if there's a zombie apocalypse all of a sudden and we're stuck here naked? I've always heard that zombies go for the dangly bits first." Likewise, he made a dangling gesture with his finger.
	"Well there aren't any zombies anyways. Besides, I'm naked. So you're kind of implying that you want me dead if a zombie does jump in here."
	And then a zombie jumped out and ate the both of them.
	Felix sighed, knowing that his lover to-be had a point. He unbuttoned his pants, got up from his chair, and started to slide his own undergarments down. 
	The cat was very lithe, as he didn't exercise much except for physical ed (which was only some trimesters ago), yet he didn't grow any fat on him. He always looked to be an elegant young man. He was shorter than Ray and in terms of his package, relatively smaller, although still sizable. It was barbed and slim, although would still be satisfactory for anyone who'd want to have it inside them. 
	Ray examined him and grinned. He thought to himself that he wouldn't mind asking him to return the favor, should he enjoy the flavor. 
	"Compliments?" Ray was snapped from his fantasies.
	"Huh?"
	"Do I look good enough? Or should I put my clothes on?"
	"Oh no, no. I think you look great. Nice body. Definitely would fuck." 
	Felix blushed heavily. He closed his eyes to help absorb the compliment. What he was feeling - he thought - was true love. He'd never want to let this man go. He never wanted to spend another minute away from him. If Jack were to leave and it'd be just them two...
	"Excited already?" 
	Felix opened his eyes in alarm, and looked down to find his member was already growing out of its sheath. 	
	"It's more... uh... do you have a bathroom down here? I don't want to talk around the above floors naked."
***
Raymond was waiting in his bedroom on the second floor of the house, still naked. He tapped the mattress with a single finger repetitively, an annoyed look on his face. Since when did cats take so long to take a piss? The cat walked in, 
	"Sorry about that. I was looking for condoms."
	"Why condoms? You don't expect to top, do you?" They had already negotiated that Ray would top for the first night together, but that Felix would also find a way to get off without having to touch himself.
	"Well I don't want to hurt you with my pricks, eh?" 
	Raymond tapped his beak gently, "This thing is made of steel. Don't worry about making a ding."
	Felix climbed into bed, his tail flicking from side to side in an eager dance. He slumped into bed next to the avian and rubbed his head against his chest, like a typical cat would do. Ray embraced and welcomed him. 
	"I love you," the cat mewed. The bird only remained silent and caressed him. Then, after a moment of cuddling, 
	"So who cums first? You or me?" asked Ray. Felix was pressing his hips to him, making them both hard, treading his finger through his fur and petting him gracefully.
	"I actually don't know. I just want to make you happy tonight." 
	"Hm?"
	"Because I love you." He purred. Raymond slowly twirled his hand around the cat's cock.
	"Then I know exactly what to do, now and after." 
	He uprighted himself and fell onto his other side, on the bed, in view of the cat's member. He leaned in to lick it slightly, and it began to leak pre all over his beak. Ray licked it off swiftly, then pushed his hip forward so that the cat was lying on his back before he swung a leg over him and got his own hips above the feline's face. 
	"You know how to suck dick, right?"
	"Uh..." was the only answer that Ray got. Felix was nervous as he looked at the dangling, black member above him, with balls to match. He had experience sucking a few dildos or so but nothing like this; and he was nervous about pleasing him.
	"I'll start when you do," the bird said.
	Felix scooted further down so that the bird's member was directly above him, then lifting his head in order to take what he can in. It tasted rubbery and fleshy to him. He pulled Ray's hips further down so that he could get more into him as he had another hand on the bird's small knot. 
	As soon as the bird felt stimulation, he hesitated. He took the time he could to feel the cat's mouth on his beautiful cock, then opened his beak and softly, though quickly, took the whole thing into his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down on it hastily, but slowed down to accommodate for the speed. The cat had a hiccup, resulting in him to pull the bird's member out of his mouth, but that didn't stop the bird himself. 
	The cat went back to licking, and he sucked on very delicate parts of the bird's penis, specifically part of the tip, while softly stroking his other parts and squeezing his knot, using both his hands to pleasure him. Ray was bobbing his head up and down on the feline's member, trying to avoid the barbs, and tried to be delicate like making paper origami. He was good at his job, the cat leaked more pre than his lover into his mouth. Felix felt jealous by his partner's performance, so he tried to deepthroat. He gagged, but he tried to please his partner anyways. Besides, he needed the lube.  
	The bird was doing his job too well. Moments later, the cat clenched his muscles, he almost bit down onto the bird's member as his own started to spew something white and sticky which then went on to spout thick threads of cum into the bird's beak. He swallowed all that was able to stay inside his mouth. The cat tried to get his orgasm out of the way of his work as he tried to loosen himself up and continue sucking, but Ray pulled his member out of his mouth, leaving him a bit dazed. The bird sat up, crossing his legs. His cock oozed with saliva. Felix propped himself up with his arms,
	"You didn't cum."
	"I'm saving up for the best part. You taste good, by the way." The cat blushed.
	Ray pried open the feline's legs and got on top of him, pressing his chest onto his. His arms spread, so did his legs, and he smiled at the bird. The bird smiled back. His tip ran along between the cheeks of the cat, who snickered at the feeling of it.
	"May I?" the bird asked,
	"How could I ever say no?" the cat answered.
	The bird readjusted himself, pulling himself upwards, gripping the cat's legs, and pushing the tip of his member in. The cat, at first, gave an uncomfortable look, and then blushed as he was penetrated further, tightening his neck to cope with pain, though it wasn't much to deal with, as he started to calm down and relax. 
	"Does it hurt?" 
	"It's just that I actually haven't had experience, yet. Feel free to keep going."  Felix lied, and Ray could tell from his shaky voice, yet it was a half lie. He had experience with dildos but he never got very far. Now it was the real thing, and he didn't know if he could handle himself.
	"Really? I remember you mentioning you had a few dildos, am I wrong?" 
	"Oh. Yeah. Well they never did anything for me," he looked away with a upset face. He lowered his hands, onto the same level as his head.
	Ray continued to push in, which was met with a sharp yelp from the cat, though he was pleasured enough to consent it further. The jay couldn't help but oblige. He slowly pushed his member into the cat's delicate, though very tight hole as to help the cat adjust to him. He did so well, as he wasn't so particularly loud except when he panted a bit.
	He began to pull out, which met with an equal response from the cat. 
	"Felix..." he said, "Why do you have to be so tight?"
	"Hm?"
	Without warning, Raymond slammed harder into the cat, jolting a louder yelp from him, as he hugged the bird with his legs and his arms as the bird continued to thrust in him at a steady pace. Felix couldn't stop moaning. Raymond couldn't stop accelerating. 
	Ray was a locomotive, no one could stop him as he thrust into the poor pussy's hole. He could only get satisfaction from his own release and from the caring love of his partner. None of them spoke as they continued to make love; all the talking was in the fucking. The bed creaked as Raymond continued to pour his love into Felix, which the cat lovingly took without hesitation. He started to laugh a bit at it, even, until he started to spurt some more cum from his barbed tip all over himself and the bird's chest.
	The bird himself ended with three slow, very rough thrusts into the feline as something familiar started to flow through Felix's cavity. Felix himself held Raymond close, and kept him close the entire endeavor. 
	Raymond panted, and fell on top of the cat, which made it easier for him to hold him. 
	"What do you think?" the bird asked.
	"I... I..."
	Raymond raised his head to find that Felix was brawling, with a slight bit of cum on his chin and face. He tried to quiet his sobbing to no avail.
	"Oh. Shit. Felix, I... I'm sorry." 
	Raymond was only met with a tighter hug as they both raised themselves upward, Raymond being surprised.
	"Goddamnit, Ray. I never want another dick inside me again."
	Ray only stood there, thinking about how this would carry on.