Chapter Forty-Four: Wherever the Wind Blows

Chapter 44

Wherever the Wind Blows

That morning, Jaxon lay in bed asleep. Fabien quickly entered dressed in a white robe after doing laundry and cleaning his underwear, hot pants, and socks. He showered, brushed his teeth, shaved his face, and then got dressed in his Danny Donger’s uniform.

Someone knocked on the door. Fabien answered and saw a young black man in a bellhop uniform. He was carrying a serving cart with several plates with cloches over them and a pitcher of orange juice. Next to it was a twenty-ounce bottle of vodka. Fabien grabbed his server’s pouch, unzipped it, and handed the bellhop a ten-dollar banknote. The man brightened.

Bellboy: “Thank you! You tip so much better than he does!”

Fabien smiled a bit. The bellboy left.

He lifted the cloches and marveled at the variety of breakfast options. There were waffles with berries, cinnamon pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, banana muffins, and toast. Fabien would make breakfasts like this for Craig. He became sad as he would get up ahead of Craig and make him a hearty breakfast to start the day. They would listen to thrash metal music, and Craig would tell him about “watching the footy.” He felt longing for him.

I love being tickled on my cock but I never told Jaxon that… and we never had sex, he thought. He felt relieved but didn’t understand why. Am I falling for that big idiot? He wondered. He cupped his mouth and looked away.

Fabien noticed a magazine nestled between the plates. He picked it up. It was a tabloid called, “The Pink Top Daily.” On the cover was Jaxon antagonizing Tristan in the hotel’s bar lounge and another picture of Maxx throwing a tantrum in a strip club. The header read in bold white letters, “Axion Jaxon and his Rival Maxx Malone?” the subheader read in smaller fonts, “Are no different! Read on.”

Fabien looked at the magazine and Jaxon. Why is he confronting Tristan? He wondered. He sat down in the chair to read it. He saw pictures of Jaxon getting angry with Tristan and Jasper in the lounge bar of the Noble Monarch Hotel and other pictures of Jaxon hitting on Tristan at Danny Donger’s. The article explained Jaxon hit on defense attorney, Tristan Trémaux, at Danny Donger’s, asked him to come with him on a VIP tour, and was turned down. Jaxon followed him to the lounge bar to confront him for turning down his advances and insulting the fat man sitting next to him.

It went on that Jaxon stormed out of there and proceeded to kick over a potted plant in the corridor along with pictures of Jaxon kicking over the plant and dirt scattered on the hall floor with the plant’s roots exposed.

Fabien glared at Jaxon. So you asked Tristan first and chased him while I slept, did you? He mused with a glare. He heard him moaning in his sleep. He reached into his server’s pouch to grab a tape recorder. He pressed the record button.

Jaxon: “Mmmm… Tristan… You finally agreed to fuck me… Go down, boy…”

He moaned in his sleep. Fabien pressed stop and tucked it away.

Fabien snarled at him and grabbed the pitcher of orange juice. He approached his bed ready to dump the contents on him. Fabien’s expression relaxed. He placed the orange juice on the cart, grabbed the tabloid, and threw it at his face. Jaxon snapped awake to the slap to the face.

Jaxon: “Oww! What did I do now?”

He grumbled like this was nothing out of the ordinary. He glanced up at the magazine on his face, noticing a photo of him on the cover. He shot up out of bed and beamed.

Jaxon: “Ohh, I made it to the cover of Rolling Rock?!”

His smile died when he read the headlines and saw Maxx’s photo beside the photo of him antagonizing Tristan and the fat man.

Jaxon: “...What the hell is this?!”

He snapped, throwing the magazine onto the bed. Fabien sat at the table, sipping orange juice and pouring syrup on his pancakes.

Fabien: “The bellboy brought us this fine breakfast and this came with it.”

He explained. Jaxon gaped at him.

Jaxon: “Someone is SLANDERING me!”

He snapped, picking up the pitcher of orange juice and throwing it at the wall, the impact smashed the glass pitcher, and orange juice splattered on the walls and floors. Fabien jolted. He slowly chewed his food.

Jaxon: “I’m going to get to the bottom of this!”

He said through clenched teeth. Fabien folded his hands.

Fabien: “Maybe it was one of the staff here. I overheard some complain you tip poorly.”

He said, feigning sadness. I’m sure they did actually say that so I am not one-hundred percent lying, he thought.

Jaxon: “...The bellboy.”

He huffed and stormed off to find him. Sure, Jaxon, let’s roll with that, Fabien thought. If I ever complained about Craig, this is my karma, he thought and sighed sadly. I owe him a huge apology, he mused.

The bellboy that wheeled their breakfast to them was in the hall wheeling breakfast to another room. Suddenly, Jaxon appeared from behind him, holding the tabloid in his hand.

Jaxon: “HEY! You! What’s the big idea?!”

He snapped at him. The bellboy’s eyes grew large.

Bellboy: “I’m so sorry, sir! That came with your breakfast! Your boyfriend tipped me well and better than you did, though!”

He added as his tone grew sharper.

Jaxon: “You think this is funny, huh? Just because I didn’t tip you enough, you slander me?!”

He fired back at him. The bellboy glowered at him.

Bellboy: “I didn’t write this! I delivered it! I’m telling you that you tip horribly!”

He fired back at him.

Jaxon: “If you didn’t, who did then?!”

He huffed.

Bellboy: “I don’t know? Lots of people work here and you were making an ass of yourself in the bar, so it could have been anyone!”

He snapped. Jaxon huffed.

Jaxon: “...The bar?”

He paused and looked at the cover again, locking his gaze onto the fat man in the corner of the photo next to Tristan.

Jaxon: “...Deimos?!”

He seethed.

Fabien was in the hall watching everything unfold.

Fabien: “I don’t mean to interrupt but I have to be at work this evening.”

Jaxon gaped at him.

Jaxon: “But I’m not finished with you yet… we barely got started.”

Fabien: “I just woke up and had to clean my uniform, Jaxon. I don’t feel like doing anything.”

He said noncommittal and leaned against the doorframe.

Jaxon: “Then why are you here then?!”

He gaped at him.

Fabien: “I don’t know. Why don’t you chase Tristan’s ass?”

He snarked.

Jaxon: “Jealous, are we?”

He laughed.

Fabien’s face contorted with rage when he said that. All of his life, he was trying to be better than Tristan and this asshole was pining for him. He was going to slap him but no, he had to beat him at his own game. He thought that fat older man was Deimos. He suddenly relaxed his expression.

Fabien: “...And you’re not of Tristan’s fat and old boyfriend?”

He smirked. Jaxon scoffed at him.

Jaxon: “Oh, please. I’m a sexy rockstar and I can have anyone I want. Why would I be jealous of a fat old man?!”

He laughed.Fabien sarcastically laughed.

Fabien: “That explains why you went down in the bar to argue with him and knocked over a potted plant!”

He said wryly. Jaxon froze. How did he know about the plant?!

Fabien: “Ya know…, as Maxx would.”

He added for good measure.

Jaxon: “I’m NOTHING like that clown.”

He fired back.

Fabien: “I don’t know, cowboy. The tabloids think otherwise.”

He said dryly.

Fabien: “And Tristan and that bellboy and the staff here agree.”

He shrugged. Jaxon glared at him.

Jaxon: “You can forget coming on tour with us now. I want you out.”

He huffed. Fabien threw his head back and cackled.

Fabien: “AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Me? Going on tour? I have a job here, my guy. I can’t leave my job, my house, my best friend, and… my boyfriend…”

He said as his voice trailed off. What have I done? He thought.

Jaxon: “...Boyfriend?!”

He scoffed.

Jaxon: “Don’t tell me you’re shacked up with some fat old man, too.”

He rolled his eyes.

~

At Fabien’s house, Craig lay in bed. He smelled the bacon, pancakes, and blueberry muffins in the air. His eyes snapped open. He ignored Gus sniffing his feet and eagerly ran thinking Fabien came back but his heart sank when he saw Celeste making breakfast in the kitchen.

Craig: “Oh… it’s just you.”

He slunk down onto the couch.

Celeste: “I made you breakfast. Craig, you gotta use Funny Feet! Funny Feet will save all! Andreas’ cards said so!”

Her eyes grew large as she shoved a blueberry muffin in her mouth.

Craig: “I ain’t in the mood, Celeste…”

He huffed and mumbled. She held up the tabloid of today.

Celeste: “Craig, Fabien is being held hostage! By this Maxxy Malone fan!”

She pointed to Jaxon. Craig’s heart sank and he leaped out of his seat.

Craig: “WHAT?!”

Celeste: “I saw them at the hotel yesterday. I was going to order the spa package called ‘The Celeste Treatment’ where I massage and tickle Fabien’s, Tristan’s, and Victor’s feet! They said no only spa people can but I don’t see what the issue is! I was gonna pay to rent it out. I even said Victor needs SOME deodorizer ‘cause his feet smell mildly bad at times but it’s nothing on you and DEFINITELY nothing on Jaclyn but Tristan and Fabien are good! Their feet never stink!”

She raved on. Craig gaped at her, trying to get her to hurry up and get to the point.

Craig: “Yeah, yeah, I don’t CARE! Where is FABIEN?!”

Celeste: “Oh yeah, and Fabien is being held hostage by the Maxxy Malone fan at the Noble Monarch Hotel.”

Craig: “You didn’t think to tell me this FIRST?!”

He huffed and hastily grabbed his car keys, dashing out the door.

~

Fabien jumped out and he crashed into the mirror, and fell on the floor his face with glass sticking out. Fabien pulled the shards out and screamed. The cuts healed before his eyes. He heard heavy footsteps marching down the hallway. Fabien turned to face Craig and he knew by his expression that he saw Jaxon shove him into the mirror.

Craig: “OI! GLITTER COCK CUNT!”

He bellowed and pointed at Jaxon, locking him in like a target.

Fabien: “CRAIG, HELP ME!”

He cried. Jaxon looked at Fabien and then at Craig.

Jaxon: “Oh, so you are with this bogan loser? Pathetic.”

Craig flared with thunderous fury as he charged at Jaxon.

Craig: “STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND!”

He rasped, shoving him out the window. Jaxon smashed through the glass and wailed as he plummeted down six storeys, landing in the fountain.

Fabien brushed the shards away and ran to Craig, throwing his arms around him, sobbing. Craig scooped him up in his big arms and held him. Fabien sobbed and trembled in his chest.

Fabien: “I am SO sorry!”

He bawled.

Fabien: “It was last night I realized what I felt for you before I passed out…”

He cried on his chest. Craig’s lip trembled.

Craig: “Wh-What did that cunt do to you?! Did he hurt ya… did he…”

He flared at the thought and didn’t want to think it. Fabien shook his head and wiped his eyes.

Fabien: “N-No, we didn’t have sex. He just tickled me a lot and I passed out.”

He admitted. Craig grit his teeth.

Craig: “He TICKLED ya ‘n threw ya into a MIRROR?!”

He seethed.

Craig: “I’m glad I threw him at the window, now he can’t hurt ya no more!”

Fabien wrapped his arms around him.

Fabien: “But he was going to take me away far from you.”

He also added.

Craig: “Well he ain’t goin’ anywhere no more. Looks like I broke his legs.”

He laughed, looking out the window as paramedics swarmed Jaxon, taking him away in the ambulance.

Celeste watched him on the gurney.

Celeste: “Here's an idea for your next album title 'Metal Mummy’ and get someone to take pictures!”

She quipped.

Fabien paused and rubbed his shoulders. He pursed his lips and locked his eyes on Craig.

Fabien: “Craig?”

Craig glanced down at him.

Craig: “Yes, Fab?”

Fabien shifted his eyes and locked his gaze on him.

Fabien: “I love you.”

He confessed. Craig reddened in the face and a wide grin spread across his face.

Craig: “Fuck yeah! I love you too, Fab!”

He beamed and pulled him in for a kiss. Fabien wrapped his arms around him and kissed him deeply. A devious smirk spread across Craig’s lips as he eyed Jaxon’s hotel room door which was wide open and empty.

Fabien: “One of your wild ideas, Craig?”

He teased and caressed his cheek.

Craig: “Yeah, I’ll show you how a REAL rockstar does it!”

He carried him into the hotel room, closed the door behind them and threw him down onto the bed. Fabien gasped. He smirked and batted his eyelids.

Fabien: “I’d be delighted…”

He leaned in closer to whisper in his ear.

Fabien: “Let’s order lots of room service, too…”

He purred. He unbuckled his server pouch, slipped off his socks, and shoes and lowered his briefs and hot pants. Craig snickered.

Craig: “Fuckin’ oath! Let’s get the biggest steaks ‘n expenso booze we can get!”

Fabien: “You got it, my hunk.”

He licked his lips and caressed Craig’s crotch, feeling his hardness.

Fabien pulled his manhood out and slipped it into his mouth. Craig moaned and thrust into his mouth, putting his hand on Fabien’s head.

Craig: “Ohhhh, good boy…”

He moaned. It felt so good feeling Fabien’s soft lips and tongue against his hard cock. He threaded his fingers through Fabien’s snow white tresses and gazed lovingly down at the love of his life. He loved this man and now he’s his and no one can hurt him now. Craig’s desire for Fabien burned more and more. He wanted to fill him with his cum.

He pulled his member out of Fabien’s mouth. Fabien let out a surprised yelp. Craig reached in the drawer for some anal lube. He slathered some on his fingers and glided his hand down to massage on his tight anus. As he did, he pushed two fingers inside of Fabien, easing them in and out, and around the warm, wet interior of his body. Fabien was awash with pleasure. Craig slid them out and spread his man to enter him.

He slid his manhood in Fabien and Fabien clutched onto Craig screaming with pleasure. Fabien dug the balls of his feet into the mattress was Craig brought him to the pinnacle of pleasure.

Fabien: “Craig… Yes, please…”

He moaned between labored breaths. Craig lay him on the bed, grabbed his wrists and continued thrusting.

Craig trailed his hands down from his wrists to his torso to his ass and squeezed his asscheeks and continued thrusting until Fabien was frozen on the bed, paralyzed but with the sharpest, most intense sensation of pleasure he could remember feeling in all his life. It hit him like ocean waves. Not gently, but hard, knocking him under, slamming the breath out of him. His hips bucked and his anus contracted on Craig’s cock.

Beads of sweat formed on Fabien’s forehead and he grit his teeth. He threw his head back and screamed Craig’s named as climaxed.

With a low grunt, Craig came inside of Fabien, filling him. He pulled out of him and collapsed next to him on the bed. He wiped the sweat off his face.

~

The next day, the Pink Top Daily had a picture of Jaxon on the cover with “Mummy Metal?” as the header and the sub header read, “Craig leaves Jaxon with a massive hotel bill and Jaxon can’t stop singing.” Deimos, Tristan, and Celeste sat at the island in the Katsaros hacienda. Celeste poked Deimos’ tummy. Deimos growled at her.

Celeste: “Deimos, how’d you lose all that fat and get your youth back in a night?!”

She quipped. Tristan chuckled.

Deimos: “Why did you tell that loser that client of yours was me?”

He pouted.

Tristan: “Because if I didn’t, Jaxon wouldn’t have tipped his hand.”

He knit his eyebrows.

Deimos: “I know that, Tristan, but now she won’t fucking stop teasing me!”

He huffed. Tristan turned the page and laughed.

Tristan: “Seems like Fabien and Craig racked up the bill for Jaxon… and the hotel staff complained of Craig’s footstink.”

Deimos: “And water is wet. That idea is too ingenious for Craig.”

Tristan nodded.

Tristan: “I believe that was Fabien’s idea.”

He closed the tabloid.

Tristan: “Ah well, never meet your heroes.”

He said dryly. Deimos put his arm around Tristan tickled his sides. Tristan laughed.

Tristan: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He laughed and wiggled around. Deimos smiled and stopped holding Tristan close.

Deimos: “You have a rockstar here…”

Tristan: “That I do…”

They kissed.

Celeste: “HEY! Get your hands off Tristan, you imposter! This is the real Deimos!”

She held up a picture of Jasper with Tristan. Deimos growled at her. He took the tabloid and fired in her face.

Deimos: “The joke is not funny! Tristan did that to get that clown to reveal himself!”

He huffed.

~

The grand opening of Felipa’s Bikini Shop was happening. The shop was located on the boardwalk in a strip outdoor mall. It was the only pink store that had “Felipa’s Bikini Shop” written in pink neon cursive font above the glass doors and huge windows. There was also a vector image of Felipa dressed in a pink bikini. Ivy had designed the sign and a logo for her store. The interior of the store was rows and rows of bikinis, one-piece swimsuits, mix-and-match, swim trunks, and various other swimwear. There were pictures of Felipa in her pink bikini on the walls and by the dressing rooms.

Felipa also released catalogs for her bikini shop. The logo Ivy designed was featured at the top. The general one had various models and mostly Felipa herself modeling her bikinis but she had some catalogs made specially for Ivy, Ashley, and herself.

Ivy was on the front cover kneeling on the beach with her arms behind her head wearing the black crisscross bikini she designed for the shop. She had also designed a white floral bikini modeled by Felipa for more petite builds, along with sunburst orange tuxedo cat swim shorts and a black compression swim tank top for nonbinary people, modeled by Ashley. They were also wearing a white transparent paisley shirt she had designed.

Maxx got the catalogs for Felipa’s Bikini Shop in the mail and couldn’t stop masturbating to Ivy’s catalog. It’s all he did today. Anthony scrutinized the mess of his cabin. Empty TV dinner boxes, bags of food, empty wine bottles, clothes, dirty underwear, fake tan streaks, and his cabin smelled like a sewer. He was getting fed up with Maxx.

Maxx: “Ohohohoho, big booby lady babe got a bra size of 34D! She got big jugs! Her name is… Izzy?! IZZY!”

Anthony heard the phone ring and picked up the phone.

Anthony: “Maxx, you’re wanted on the phone!”

He called out. Maxx dashed out of his bedroom with no pants on thinking it was Ivy.

Maxx: “It’s Maxxy Malone, ready to rock my cock, baby?!”

He hollered. Anthony felt second-hand embarrassment for Maxx. Oh wait, he won’t be embarrassed, he thought bitterly.

George: “...It’s your father, Maxwell.”

Maxx blinked.

Maxx: “ ‘eeeeeeey, Daddy-o! What’s shakin’, bakin’?”

He said sleekly.

George: “Stop this nonsense at once, Maxwell! Anthony recently told me of the destruction you caused at Danny Donger’s and a dry cleaning bill for a lawyer! What on Reona are you doing in Pink Top City?!”

He asked sharply.

Maxx: “Uhhhhhh… stroking my peen to big booby lady babe? Daddy, she got bigger tits than Jackie-babe and a hotter bod! She has a bra size of 34DD! Do you know how big those glorious tits are?”

He drooled. Anthony cringed so hard. I am recording this all because it was so fucking funny, he thought. George said nothing on the other end.

George: “Maxwell, you’re not on American Pizza! You’re 26 now! You should be out in the workforce and making your own income! It’s time you stop depending on your mother and I to fix your messes and making a mess of Anthony’s cabin! He told me about the state of it!”

He snapped.

Maxx: “PFFFTT, so? Maxxy’s got lotsa options, Daddy-kins!”

He scoffed.

George: “I see your mother and I have given you too many options growing up but now those are limited, Maxwell.”

He said evenly.

Maxx: “Huh?”

George: “I think it’s time you return to Swanton. This make-believe rockstar life you’re leading in Pink Top City is ruining our reputation, Maxwell! You’re wasting your life away and making a fool of yourself! You have to be a man!”

He snapped. Maxx furrowed his eyebrows and the Keke doppelganger stared at Maxx.

Maxx: “NO WAY, DADDY-KINS! I am NEVER going to go back to Swanton! I am here to be a rockstar! I am da SEX BEEST! I ain’t goin’ to back to Swanton where it’s lame! All da bikini babes are here! Filly-babe is here! I gotta find her and Maxxy’s big boob lady babe is here! Also, I gotta destroy FATLEY for what he did to me!”

He said doggedly.

George: “...That’s irrelevant now, Maxwell. Your reputation and your well-being comes first, not your flings, your enemies, or your fantasy life. You’re coming home to Swanton and that’s final.”

He hung up the phone and all Maxx heard was the hum of a dial tone. He growled and slammed the receiver in its cradle.

Maxx: “FUCK YOU, DADDY-O! You don’t tame da beest! You can’t tell me to go to Swanton and do lame and boring shit! I’m a fuckin’ rockin’ rebel!”

He snapped. Maxx pointed at Anthony.

Maxx: “TONES! Make me chickie nuggies! I gotta get back to stroking my massive dick to this HOT LADY BABE WITH BIG BOOBS!”

He demanded.

Anthony: “Whatever happened to be a rebel without a cause, and yet you’re eating food for little kids?”

He asked dryly.

Anthony bared his teeth and kicked a can that hit Maxx’s head.

Maxx: “OWWHHH!!”

Anthony: “I am going out to do some fishing! I need to get away from here! Maxx, I built this cabin to get away from it all and I find myself making more trips outside to get away from YOU! This place stinks! When I come back, it better be cleaned up or you’re out! You have a mother and a father! Let them take care of you since you can’t take care of yourself!”

He barked and slammed the door on his way out.

Maxx’s eyes grew large at Felipa in her tiny pink bikini. He snatched up the catalog and drooled as he hardened through his g-string.

Maxx: “NO WAY AM I LEAVING THIS ROCKIN’ CITY FOR A LAME HELLHOLE LIKE SWANTON! DADDY-KINS CAN FUCK OFF!”

He screamed and flipped through the pages.

Maxx: “Goddamn asshole…”

He muttered and landed on a page where Felipa was with Ashley. Ashley wore a compression tanktop with the nonbinary flag and spandex black shorts. Felipa looked up at them and placed her hand on their chest and Ashley scratched their head and blushed. Maxx’s face went ashen and a sinking feeling formed in his stomach. He then clutched the pages as his rage cultivated.

Maxx: “M-My F-Filly-babe with d-dat f-fat a-asshole…?!”

He seethed as his face flamed red and the heat rose to his face. He turned the page to see Felipa laying with Ashley and cuddling them.

Maxx: “N-No…”

He said in a tiny voice. The Keke doppelganger blinked. Maxx tightly clutched the pages as his fury soared and he saw red. The cabin began to shake. The shaking grew more intense as Maxx’s fury grew.

Maxx ripped the catalog in two.

Maxx: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! FILLY-BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABE!!! GODDAMN YOU, FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATLEEEEEEEEEEEEEYY!!”

He screamed so loud, it shattered all the windows, smashed the TV, blew away the Keke doppelganger, cracked the walls, and blew them away until the roof collapsed on Maxx. The intensity created a large crater in the sand with the remnants of the cabin in it and on the beach.

The Keke doppelganger looked at the ruin with wide eyes. Jesus Christ, the lungs on this guy, he thought.

Maxx blinked and looked around. His heart sank at the destruction around his room with his broken “American Pizza” VHS tape.

Maxx: “SOME ASSHOLE BROKE MY AMERICAN PIZZA TAPE!”

He whined and wailed, stamping his feet.

~

Anthony rushed on the beach after he felt that massive Reonaquake. He stayed in a safe place until it was over. He ran as his anxiety soared. He panicked thinking his cabin was destroyed. He then stopped in his tracks as he slowly approached where his cabin was. Anthony sank on the beach panting and sat up to see his computer, discs, guitar, and everything smashed and broken. His cabin was no more. There was a giant crater where it was. M-My cabin, he thought.

He saw Maxx climb out of the crater.

Maxx: “TOOOONES! SOMEONE DESTROYED MY AMERICAN PIZZA TAPE!”

He whined.

Anthony: “STOP IT, MAXX! WHAT HAPPENED?! DID YOU DO THIS?!”

He barked and pointed to the remains of his cabin. Maxx blinked.

Maxx: “What’s this got to do with me?”

He pouted. Anthony marched to Maxx and angrily shoved him down.

Anthony: “I brought you in because Ashley put you out and you had nowhere else to go! From the day you moved in, you did NOT attempt to put your shitty music out there! You sponged off me, whined about Ashley, whined about Deimos, wanted Felipa, and do NOTHING! You laze around, drink cheap wine, eat chicken nuggets and tv dinners for LITTLE KIDS, and watch American Pizza all day! I AM FED UP WITH YOU, MAXX! Maybe you hate what your father said to you but he’s not wrong! GET OFF MY PROPERTY! I will contact your parents MYSELF and get this reimbursed! Take what’s left of your shit and GO!”

He snapped and pointed to the road.

Maxx: “NO WAY, TONES! You told me you wouldn’t betray me like dat fat asshole did!”

He whined. Anthony threw his head back and laughed bitterly.

Anthony: “I see why you have NO friends! You’re a joke! You’re the laughingstock here! Stay in Pink Top City, Maxx! Remain the laughing stock! You’re a CLOWN! Just get off my property!”

He hissed through clenched teeth.

Maxx: “WHERE WILL I GO?!”

He cried.

Anthony: “Wherever the wind blows you, Sex Bee.”

He said dryly and went over to what was left of his fire pit.

~

Maxx dragged himself on a lone highway dragging a garbage bag with all of his clothes and belongings behind him as the Keke doppelganger walked beside him.

Maxx: “Daddy-kins is a goddamn asshole and so is Tones! I’ll fuckin’ show Daddy-kins who’s da beest!”

He huffed and pouted.

Maxx: “Owwwh! Stop following me, ya stupid cat!”

He snapped and sat on the highway, holding his crude sign that read “Rockstear in nead of ryde. Wharever da wind blows me baby.” The Keke doppelganger sat and stared at Maxx. Maxx glared at the Keke doppelganger.

Maxx: “Why the fuck do ya keep followin’ me, asshole?!”

He snapped. The Keke doppelganger blinked.

Keke Doppelganger: “Because you’re unlike others, Maxxy. You amuse me!”

He smirked. Maxx pouted.

Maxx: “I am da fuckin’ sex beest!”

He huffed and folded his arms. He’s not going to question a talking cat? Of course, he’s not, the Keke doppelganger thought. The Keke doppelganger stood on his hindlegs.

Keke Doppelganger: “What plans do you have, Maxxy? Shouldn’t you show Daddy-kins you can’t leave here and give up Sex Beest?”

He gesticulated his paws at him.

Maxx: “I’m gonna go find da big booby lady babe and Filly-babe so we can have a hot threesome, owwwwh!”

He thrust his pelvis with a wide grin.

Keke Doppelganger: “That’s a great idea, buddy, but what about what Daddy-kins said? Daddy-kins said you had to go back and give up Sex Beest.”

Maxx’s face flamed red.

Maxx: “WHA?! NAH-AH! I ain’t leaving Pink Top ‘n Sex Beest will NEVER die!”

He hollered and stamped his feet.

The Keke doppelganger smirked and stepped back.

Keke Doppelganger: “Just the words I wanted to hear.”

He smirked. The Keke Doppelganger lit up and shapeshifted into a tall, slim white man standing over six feet tall. He had a diamond-shaped face and a shark grin. His crimson red hair was styled in a shark fin cowlick. He was dressed in a red sequin zoot suit and elongated sequin red cowboy boots. He twirled his gold cane.

Man: “Then you need a manager, buddy. I’m Rock Rebeaux and I will make sure Sex Beest lives as long as you entertain me!”

His smile spread to show a wide shark grin.

Maxx: “Who da Hell are you?!”

He huffed.

Rock: “I just said I was Rock Rebeaux and I want to manage Sex Beest.”

He sang.

Maxx: “You wanna join Sex Beest?”

He tilted his head. Rock chuckled.

Rock: “I want to manage it. You need a manager, Maxxy.”

His crimson eyes had that glint in them. Maxx scoffed and waved his hand.

Maxx: “Manager? PFFFT, that’s for lame bands like Tones’ band and Nuklear InLAMEcation! I’m a rebel!”

He shot him a fingerbang. Rock folded his hands over his chest.

Rock: “Oh, is that so?”

He placed his hand on his face and drummed his fingers.

Rock: “How unfortunate. I was willing to make Sex Beest big but it seems you want to go back to Swanton to go back to your humdrum life with no one…”

He sighed and feigned sadness as he looked into the night sky. Maxx looked up at him with wide eyes.

Rock: “No more watching American Pizza all day… No more fapping to Ivy and forget finding Filly-babe… Forget the girls flashing you their boobs when you’re a rockstar.”

Maxx’s heart hammered in his chest. Rock twirled his cane.

Rock: “I’ll resume being a cat and you can be an accountant in Swanton!”

He spun on his heel to turn around. Maxx dashed to him and groveled at his feet.

Maxx: “NOOOOOOO!!! NOOOOO!!! I DON’T WANNA GO BACK TO SWANTON AND DO A LAME AND BORING JOB! I’M A FUCKIN’ REBEL!”

He sobbed.

Maxx: “I wanna stay in da Pink Booby City and rock with my cock out! SEX BEEST WILL NOT DIE!”

He said doggedly. Rock turned around and smiled at him. He put his hand out.

Rock: “So I can manage Sex Beest?”

Maxx took his hand.

Maxx: “YUP! I ain’t goin’ back to Swanton!”

Rock shook his hand.

Rock: “Maxxy, you came here to make Sex Beest big and you will get that!”

He said slyly.

Maxx: “I came here to find Filly-babe but Sex Beest getting big is da best!”

He grinned.

Rock: “Oh, I know why you came here, buddy! I was with you since the Xupran bit you and gave you your powers!”

He straightened his suit. Maxx gaped owlishly at him.

Maxx: “The wha?”

Rock snapped his fingers and a red sequin limo pulled up beside them. Maxx had stars in his eyes at the car.

Maxx: “ROCKIN’! What is this, Rock?!”

He pointed to it.

Rock: “Your own rockin’ limo, courtesy of yours truly!”

He bowed.

Maxx: “COOL! I will give, uh, ‘your truly’ a signed glamor photo of Maxxy! I hope she’s a lady babe!”

He beamed and thrust his hips. Rock retained his grin.

~

Dr. Wolfgang Duerr arrived at the ruins with Dr. Ellis Hoffman. His ruby, rheumy eyes sparkled.

Dr. Duerr: “That creature… did all this?”

He asked breathlessly. Ellis nodded soberly.

Dr. Duerr: “That is… INCREDIBLE!”

He said joyfully and felt like a little kid in a candy shop.

Dr. Duerr: “I have never seen such an extraordinary, magnificent creature in my life! Do you know what this will do for New Horizons Research?”

He smiled tightly.

Dr. Duerr: “Wait until he produces offspring.”