Brody was approached by a she-wolf, who stalked him throughout the party. She was of short stature, thin frame, and long red hair. Her bangs were fringed, her smoky eyes were blue, and her face was pointed and cute. Brody had never been followed like this before, nor so much as approached – he was simply too nervous to deal with girls. He'd never even been kissed, especially not if his coffee breath had anything to say about it. She, on the other hand, smelled like sweet perfume. Finally, she walked up and spoke to him.
"So... it's the end of the world, huh?" she laughed, somewhat nervously.
He laughed back. "Seems that way. Sometime this September, right? Why's the party so early, then?"
"Because school's out before then, and this is the only time of the year my parents were gonna be out of the house," she explained.
"Makes sense. The twenty-third, though, right?"
"Something like that. I'm Kelsey, by the way."
Brody and Kelsey looked up at the banner above them, which read: 'Christ Will Return'. On the walls were crosses, pearl necklaces dangling from iron nails, and wreaths of thorn.
"I actually hate this stuff, a little bit," she said about it. "But my parents wouldn't let me throw the party unless I said it was for religious reasons, I guess cause they thought I'd be inviting the tamer crowd."
"Did you?" he asked.
"Not really," she smiled, and took a sip from her red, plastic cup.
The others there all seemed to be admiring her from a distance, in her crop-top with midriff, her skirt, and her plastic mary-janes. Brody couldn't imagine why she'd look his way, when everyone else was already attent. Maybe it was because he was the only one who averted her gaze.
"Do you realize think the world's gonna end?" he asked her.
"No, not really," she rolled her eyes. "Not unless Jesus really does come back, but he'll need something bigger to fight than Don Wumpet. The old man's nothing but an evil orange clown in a blond wig, and Jesus is supposed to fight The Antichrist."
"Yeah," Brody mused. "They keep calling him an antichrist, but I kind of doubt it. I have a theory, if you wanna hear it."
"Shoot."
"I think he's the wounded head of the Beast of Revelations – like when he got shot in the ear last summer."
"That was staged, though," she argued."
"Of course it was, but like it says in Revelations – his healing seems miraculous. And he's revered; everyone loves him, because he's deceived the nations."
"He didn't deceive anyone with a brain, he's transparent."
Brody nodded. "But he promised them jobs, and reform. Then he took a wrecking ball to the law. I'd say he did."
"But he's not The Antichrist. That would have to be someone who's the opposite of Jesus – someone who sacrifices everyone else to cleanse his own sins. And someone who is pampered and saved by the Romans, while everyone else watches. Someone who hides in plain sight for three days, and then returns to sink below, into Hell." She clawed the air as she said those fiery words.
Brody chuckled. "You've put a lot of thought into that. But that's exactly why it can't be Don Wumpet. He's not even the brain of the beast, more like a distraction."
"From what?" she inquired, eyes looking into his with curiosity.
He swallowed a lump in his throat. "I'm not sure, I dunno. But the libs were pretty quick to hand over the keys to the country. Something just smells off, y'know?"
Brody shifted his hip, feeling it start to seize with pain. Like his grandmother, who'd had hers both replaced, Brody's hips were stiff and unforgiving. It put him into his head and feet, most days, to avoid the feeling of them. And away from concerns like his crotch – at times, even his own heart. But what he should have been concerned with was his ass. SMACK! Another guy, black and tough, smacked it from behind. His dreads swayed as he shook his head, laughing.
"Wassup, cracka? Whatchoo doin' with my girl, here? You lookin' fine, Kelse, how 'bout we go back to your room?"
Realizing he was trying to ruin her shot, she became embarrassed. "I'm not your girl, Stode. It was once. You were lousy."
"I was HUGE that night, Kelse. You got right 'bout the tightest little – ey, though, who's this, again?" He turned to Brody, looking upset.
Brody's eyes half-lidded. "Never kiss and tell, huh?"
Stode stuck out his pale pink tongue, and licked his lips. He stared Brody down, with wild eyes. "You think you're the next faggot in line, huh? Pass 'er back when you done, okay? I got balls to shine, HAH!"
"So fucking charming," she groaned. Face red as a beet. He left, friends behind him.
Brody put a hand on her arm. "You alright?"
"No, not when he's around," she sighed. "He thinks all I care about is dick. He's an asshole."
Brody sighed as well. "What do you care about?"
"Oh, uh... lots of stuff. School. My friends. Music. Y'know." She leaned into his side.
Brody felt his hips constrain, and start to hurt again. His body was getting warm. He had no idea what to do, and felt like he was going to faint from anxiety, pain, and confusion, all at once. He was too nervous to think. Since when did anyone like him? He'd been mocked relentlessly at school, and called Wumpet Jr. for his eyebrows and blond hair – which was meaningless, because otherwise, his face didn't match at all. Nor was his hair blond, without dye. Brody was soft-featured and catlike, with feminine lashes and a wolf-cut. He'd been compared more accurately by his friends as 'looking like Rucksack from Heartblade, with a bigger jaw'. And he was called 'pussylib', for expressing in his school essay that 'klansmen rhetoric and anti-diversity measures were, in fact, the same thing.' Wisconsin could have been a progressive place, but it had decided, collectively, not to be. Kelsey who was known somewhat as a traveling armpiece, was not known to date losers like Brody. Yet here she was, and now pressed into his side.
"Do you want to go... upstairs?" she asked. "To my room?"
Brody blushed hard, and felt as if he could die. "S-sure. Yeah, why not?"
"And forget about Stode, alright? I'm looking for someone with a soul."
Brody laughed. "Does he not have one?"
She took his hand., and led him up the stairs with a little smile. "No, he does not. Show me yours?"
"You first."
Upstairs, they found her room. They kissed, and groped, and fell back into the bed. Kelsey took of her shirt, and Brody confessed:
"I've never done this before."
She looked at him, with an odd tilt of the head. "You don't have, like, step-siblings of anything, do you?"
He shook his head. "No, just cousins, and we've never done that. You?"
"N-no," her voice shook. "I don't have siblings. I just thought-" she paused. "Most guys have someone at home, these days. I've never been anyone's 'first' before."
He leaned back, and put his hands behind his head on the pillow. "Be gentle, I break easy."
Then she lifted up her skirt, and showed him heaven.

When they came downstairs, an hour later, something troubling stirred in the living room. Stode and his friends were causing a commotion, while a crowd of drunken onlookers cheered. In the middle of the circle was a young blonde girl, being gangbanged by Stode and his friends. She was enjoying herself, trying to wrap her small mouth around his average-sized black member, while a friend pounded her from behind. Another jerked off over her back. Some of the crowd had joined in, as well, already having pulled down the waistlines of their pants and skirts, or were squirming in their dresses, masturbating along. Brody felt a mix of conflicted emotions – post-nut, he was clare enough to know somehow, this was wrong. But post-sex, still buzzing downstairs, he was intrigued. And Brody had a secret, which he'd just shared with Kelsey: he was intersex, and possessed both sets of genitals. He wondered now, if one of them might take him from behind – it was something he'd fantasized about all his life, aside from the dream which had just come true in Kelsey's room. He saw two boys on a couch, demonstrating why he didn't need a pussy to have that.
"This is... getting intense, huh?" Kelsey blushed.
"Is this what usually happens?" Brody asked.
"N-no," she stuttered. "This is a first. And she's like... twelve?!" How'd she even get here? Who brought her?"
One boy chimed in. "She's from next door."
"They're fucking my NEIGHBOR'S KID?! Oh, I'm in so much shit," she panicked.
Then Brody got hard again. And he looked at Kelsey, and said those five words he'd soon regret: "I'm game, if you are."
Kelsey looked at him, then at the girl, who now had semen on her back.
Stode looked at Brody, and glared with wide eyes. "You want in?" He licked his lips again, with that pale pink tongue.
Brody looked at Kelsey, and she sighed. "Fine. She's obviously enjoying herself. I'll get... in there, with you. But nobody's telling anyone, alright? Or we're all fucked." She told the whole crowd, who were too busy getting busy to listen. She pointed to Stode. "Go fuck your butt-buddies, we'll take it from here."
"Fine by me," he laughed.
"Better us than him, right?" she said with a faltering voice.
"I guess so," he shrugged. "I'm not sure she really cares either way."
"Shut up, and just... get behind her."
And so they took her, Brody from behind, and Kelsey from the front. And the girl obeyed, without question. Brody felt guilty, because she was tighter, and the thrill was greater – but the sickness in his stomach stung. And it still, somehow, didn't feel as right. But who was being hurt? Not Kelsey, who moaned as her pussy was licked by Tina's small, gratious tongue. Not the girl, who groaned and squirmed with every thrust. And not Brody, who'd been discovered right then and there as a 'novelty'.
One guy came up behind, and exclaimed, "This guy's got a pussy, yo!"
"Sweet dude," said another, "me first!"
Soon, Brody was the one being had: by two guys, then two girls, then three guys. The blonde preteen had been ejaculated on by a circle of jerks, and then fucked on the floor like a spinning bottle. And Kelsey wound up in Stode's lap, jerking off his two friends. And Brody's stomach sunk when he saw her try to leave, and cry a bit as she was pulled back in. Brody felt his body tense as he was entered, again and again, until hot cum filled his puss. Before he could get up, another dick took his ass, and he no longer wanted to move. He got to his arms, and was taken by the mouth. Before long, there was cum in his ass, and more to swallow in his mouth. So too did Kelsey have, and swallow. Then Stode punched her in the back of the head. So Brody, seeing red, got up to punch him back, knocking him out of his chair. He took Kelsey to the couch, and fucked her until she came. Stode left, and the young blonde girl was licked clean by teenagers. By the time the party was done, half of them were too tired to even move.

Brody stayed the night, to help Kelsey clean up her house. Nobody else did. There was cum on the walls, and all over the floor. The girl was lent a shower, and a towel. Her name was Tina, and she was actually thirteen – but it made Brody feel worse to have enjoyed thinking she wasn't. Brody then joined Kelsey in bed, after an exhausting midnight hour of tidying up.
Kelsey asked, "Would you fuck Stode? If it was with me?"
Brody replied, "If it was with you."
Then he kissed her good-night, and held her.