"Wake up, Jet

"Wake up, Jet."
The Shinx wearily rubbed its eyes. The watery blur in front of him focused. It was his mother.
"Hi, Mom." he replied. His mother had a striking appearance. She was taller than the normal Luxray. She had the traditional black mane, but her fur was leaf green, not blue. She had brilliant red eyes that twinkled in this morning light. She was one of the more diverse members of the clan.
"You should have gotten up sooner, sleepyhead." She smiled, "The sun has almost risen up completely above the mountain; you'll be late for school."
"Ok, I'm going." He stood up, shook his fur off, and inspected his entire body. He saw his small, developing mane; it was golden yellow in color. He swished his short, stubby tail a few times then examined his paws. His front claws were revealed to his mother. He didn't exactly have his best sleep, though. He yawned and headed for the door. "Bye, then."

The school was just a short walk from where Jet and his mother lived. That didn't mean Jet wouldn't be late if he didn't hurry. But why should he? He wasn't interested in school. Jet reached the school and walked inside.

He came late. His teacher gave him a stern look as he walked to his cushion in the back of the room. He sat in the classroom, ignoring whatever was being taught. He never was very concerned about school. His mother was the best teacher that he would ever have. She would teach him truth and justice. But he still had to go to this. It was "great for learning what others thought". Jet was bias, and he didn't care. He really didn't want to listen to what others thought. He was as stubborn as stubborn was. And that's the way he liked it.

School ended as quickly as it started, save the fact Jet came in extremely late. He didn't hear whatever was taught, he was glad to be free of stress, for now.
"Jet! Hey, Jet!" Jet turned around just in time to be tackled down!
"Hi, Christine." said Jet, licking her on the cheek.
"I saw you in class today." Jet stared at the tomboyish girl. She was taller than him, even when on him. But, of course, Jet was a runt. "You were daydreaming, again ." She got off of him and they walked down the dirt road back toward Jet's home.
"What do you expect? It's boring. I'd actually rather be doing house chores."
"You aren't open to anything, are you?"
"Why should I be?" he turned around to look at the female Shinx, "I completely disagree with the systems of this clan."
"What are you gonna do about it?"
"I don't know. I just know that my mother knows best about what is right."
They continued walking.
"How can you easily believe what she tells you? How can she know of any other form of running things around here, anyway?" it was obvious that Christine was trying to make this a casual conversation, and failing at it.
"That's because she wasn't born into this twisted 'system'."
"But still..." She was cut of by the Shinx that walked with her.
"I don't want to talk about the subject. Let's just drop this, kay?" He weakly nuzzled her.
"Fine."
"Jet!" The Shinx realized that he and Christine had ended up at his house. That conversation passed the time. His mother was standing in the front doorway, beckoning for him to come inside.
"Looks like I have to go now. See ya." He looked at Christine and smiled. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and ran up to meet his mother. He left the docile Christine on the dirt road, blushing.

"Jet, I need to speak to you." His mother had a serious face.
"What about, mother?" Jet replied, his smile fading to fit the solemn mood.
"You know what happens to the men of the clan on their fifth birthday..."
"No!" Jet yelled in denial, his face was now pale white. "Tonight?! It has to be TONIGHT?!"
"Your birthday was a week ago."
"That's beside the point! Mom, this is robbery!"
"It was decided by the Elders."
"But me and you both hate the Elders."
"We have to follow what they say. We just must always remember that it is horrible and wrong."
"Mother, tell me again why it is bad. I need the reassurance." Jet had a surprising vocabulary for a 5-year old. His mother really was his teacher though. The Luxray sighed, and began her story.

"As you know, I was born outside of this clan. I lead a normal life in a different place in this big world. I lived with my protective mother and my caring father. In my clan, everyone had equality and tranquility. Everyone had an opinion that would be heard. This was called Democracy. It was a fair and correct system, unlike this one. But terrible things happened. Our clan was ambushed by another clan, this clan. Nearly everyone was killed. Those who survived were taken prisoner. I was taken, but my parents were killed before me."
"My life went downhill from there on. I was disrespected and forced into slave work. Then, I found the absolute nightmare; the height of my sadness and pain. I'm, of course, referring to your father." Jet didn't need to hear the tale of her impregnation; his origin. He had nearly memorized the vivid story his mother had told.

"NO! STOP! PLEASE, I BEG YOU!" she screamed and shouted for the male to stop, but he would not. He continued to thrust his aroused manhood into her. "STOP, PLEASE!" the pain was unbearable. Her lower side was continually shot with heavy pain. Then she felt it. His seed entered her. She quietly her hoarse voice and her fur turned icy cold. He pulled himself out of her manhood. She felt a paw to her vagina. Blood soaked her fur. He had broken her hymen; he had destroyed her virginity. He laughed and wiped himself off on her black mane. He put his paw into her and rubbed the mess onto her cheek.
"You're gonna be a momma. You should be joyful." He laughed again and walked out of the room. New tears fell from her face and washed away what he had left. He had hurt her, caused her so much pain. This was by force, not by love. He made her life hell.

"...And then, 9 months later, I gave birth to you." She was now choking back tears. "Do you see? This way of life that we live; it is hell. We will find a way to end it. But for now, we mustn't draw attention.
"Mom, my rights will be stolen from me, tonight. Can we not do something?!"
"It pains me, but at this point, it's this, or death. Child you must be strong. Have a strong will, and no one can get you down. Now go..." She stared at her son's legs. "...do what you must do." He nodded and walked out of the door.

Jet rushed to the base of the "Elders Hill". It was the tallest monument in the entire village. Jet would have to climb this hill to get to the tent at the top. The sheer height of the mount overwhelmed Jet. He took a deep breath and started up the steep slope.

After some time, he reached the top. He collapsed onto the dirt path and gasped for breath. After he regained a sufficient amount of oxygen, he got back up and push past the heavy sheet that covered the door.

The tent only had five rooms; the lobby, two rooms for operation, and two rooms where the Elders could reside. Jet sat in the lobby and waited for instruction.
"Boy!"
Jet turned around to look at a Luxio with glasses staring at him, an annoyed expression on her face.
"Jet? Get into that room and lay on your back." She gestured over to the door marked "OP 2". He nodded and entered.

Jet got onto the cot and lay on his back, spreading all four of his legs. After a while, others came in; a male and a female Luxio, and a male Luxray. The female rummaged in the sack.
"You will get sedative, but you will remain conscious." She murmured.
"Super?" Jet responded, not fully understanding what she meant. She handed him several chew pills and he took them by mouth.

His whole body went numb and paralyzed. This would prevent behavior and pain issues. The other Luxio stepped up to Jet a vial in its teeth. Using its mouth, it poured contents from the vial onto each on of Jet's four paws. They inflated a little. MORE pain prevention. (Sure, prevent PHYSICAL pain.) It was the Luxray's turn now. It stood over Jet and positioned its muzzle close to Jet's left paw. It put its paw on Jet's paw, as to anchor it down, then, using a pair of its molars as a vice grip; it jerked its head back quickly.

With the strength, it tore the index claw straight from the root. Blood splashed onto Jet. He'd have been screaming, had this been natural. The Luxray carelessly spat the claw onto a plate beside it. The female Luxio lightly cleaned the wound and then left it as was.

The Luxray tore out every claw Jet had on his small blue paws. After a seemingly endless amount of time, Jet's claws were finally purged of claw. Jet had lost his best defensive strategy. Both Luxio wrapped bandages around the foot wounds. The Luxray jumped off of Jet and moved to the southern side of the room. Jet got a view of the plate on which his claws were. They were not simply a blood and saliva covered pile of torn bone. The procedure was not over.

The Luxio once again opened the vial and carefully poured the contents of the vial onto Jet's pubic area.

The Luxray moved to the Shinx's lower torso. He sat there and stared at the manhood developing on this child. It was erect; why? The Luxray crouched so he was nearly on level. The Luxray took in a gallon of air, and made action.

It lunged at Jet's member. It sank its teeth into Jet's testicle area, severing the reproductive function of the organ. When the Luxray removed his teeth, Jet saw that his butt area was covered in mess. The Luxio were quick to wipe it up with towels. After the wound was addressed, they wrapped it with a bandage and cleaned up. For no reason, Jet yelled and screamed. It wasn't because of pain. It was because he had lost, lost everything personal to him. He no longer could even call himself male. He had lost, lost to this way of running the lives of everyone in this clan. The paralysis wore off. He could move, but the pain would be back soon.

Jet strode back to the lobby, limping. He sat at the center of the room and stared at the ceiling. What now? What happens now? Jet casually glanced over to the huge doors that lead to the Elder Hall. He had some time, he could look around.

He walked up to the doors. They were made of fine materials. Marble...it was called. It reflected his appearance to everyone who noticed. He sighed and looked at his paws. Blood crept from the bandages. The paws were purple and still swollen. They made Jet feeling sick just looking at the mess they had become. His lower area was another story. It was still covered in blood and pusses. His body was deformed in all sorts of ways. He could stand his own reflection. He shook off and pushed the huge door.

Jet grunted. These things were at least 20 times his weight. After a long while of pushing and struggling to open these monstrosities, Jet finally pushed them open and entered the Hall.

It was a large room, obviously the most favored room of the entire tent. Almost the entire room was decorated with fancy and expensive materials. All of them stolen from other clans. Golds, silvers, many different precious stones lined the walls and floors. There weren't many people in the Hall; mainly servants and messengers. But the Elders' thrones were of prominence.

Their chairs were glimmering and shining with even more expensive objects. The lower elders had chairs of wood which had rubies and sapphires embedded into the frames. They were painted golden, mainly for symbiosis of their dominance. Jet stared in awe at the sheer commitment put into this room to prove the importance. He planted his butt on the cold tile and stared at the intricate painting on the ceiling of the room.
"Son!" Jet snapped out of the trance. One of the elders looked at his in annoyance. "If you have no business in this place of importance, then leave."
"Silence," the elder in the tallest throne stopped the Luxio from speaking. Jet directed his attention to the largest Luxray in the room. He immediately recognized the inhabitant of the highest authority. "He's my son."
"That's a funny way to put it, Dad." Jet looked at the Luxray with disgust. "You're everyone's daddy."
"Five years old. Did you enjoy yourself back there? Great life experiences, eh?"
"I'm actually in pain. But you'd never know. You don't get what goes to the guys in this clan, you lucky bastard."
"Such tongue. You have quite the 'vocabulary' for my littlest son."
"This is where you should be proud."
"You're my littlest son. You never believe anything you are taught, unless it's from your mother."
"That's because Mom is right. She'd make a better ruler than you, any day."
"Really? She is a woman. Women don't deserve any rights except the right to bear children, on MY consent."
Jet couldn't control himself anymore.
"She knows of Democracy; A system of fairness and equality. It proves the behaviors of this clan are corrupt."
The Luxray's face snapped into surprise.
"Your mother taught you of Democracy." the look of indifference returning to the Luxray's eyes. Jet realized he was winning this argument.
"She taught me the correct ways. This clan is filthy and unright. You know that, but you deny it. Why? Is there really problem with fairness of your people? Can't we actually listen to each other and keep our rights?" Jet lifted a paw. "Can we not keep the natural features given to us?" He placed a paw on his manhood. "You alone command whether or not we have children. Can't you give that right to others in this clan?!"
"So your mother taught you?"
"You idiot! Were you even listening?!"
"I see. You are dismissed, Jet" His father shooed him away. Jet turned his back on the Luxray and exited the Hall.

Jet reached the front steps of his house to see his mother weeping.
"Mother, I'm back now." She looked up from her paws. She stared into the Shinx's eyes and dried her own.
"I'm just glad you're fine."
"Not for long. The pain killers will wear off soon. I'll be in a lot of pain." They both walked inside and Jet's mother gently cleaned his fur. Once there was no more blood, she laid down beside him and rubbed her face onto his back. His mother was the best person he knew.

They slept through the night, Jet occasionally whining in pain from his wounds. But his mother was beside him, so he felt secure. This made the day not seem so bad...

"GET AWAY!" Jet was awakened by the screams of his mother. He opened his eyes to see that his mother was being attack by some of the guards. Jet got up to attack but it was too late, she was unconscious. One of the guards noticed Jet.
"Kid, if you wanna see your mommy, you'd better follow. Or you could just continue cryin'." Jet gave him a stern look and followed the guards out the door.
"Oh, by the way..." The guard quickly struck Jet in the side of the head, knocking him out. The last thing he saw was the blue fur of the Luxray carrying him, and then everything went black.

Jet woke up in the dirt. He spat out the dust and got up. He froze when he realized he was surrounded by most of the townspeople. He frantically searched for his mother and sighed when he found her right next to him. She wearily got up and ran toward her son. Jet and his mother held each other until the Elders arrived.
"Lucifer!" both Jet and his mother yelled in unison.
"It's good to you know that my name is well known."
"Don't hurt my son!" She was angry. Her tail was raised and she held a stance.
"I don't intend to hurt our son, I intend to hurt you." The guards seized Jet and threw him off toward the base of the crowd.

Jet's mother was in the center of the field now. She felt her anger rising as the millions of eyes adjusted their gazes on her.
"You, mother of Jet, have taught Lucifer's son the ways of Democracy. For this you must be killed." The Elder stepped forward and read an excerpt from the Articles of Superiors.
"Article 1: No one is to be taught any other form of governmental control."
"Because you violated this rule, you will be killed." Lucifer smirked. The people in the crowd gathered rocks from the ground and held them high.
"Jet!" his mother screamed to him. "Never give up! I may leave you, but you should stand up for what is right. You will ultimately determine what is right and what is wrong. Don't...give in...ever." She ended when a rock hit her head. She looked to the sky and tear rolled down her cheek. Then they hit.

Jet couldn't stand to watch. His mother was being killed in front of him. Her screams were like icy arrows to his heart, every one slowly killing him. She lay on the ground, bloody and bruised, cut and bashed around in the dirt. Her once beautiful green fur was now blood stained, dirt covered flesh. He dashed past the townspeople and ran toward the carcass of his mother. He cried into her fur. His only true family was now lying lifeless in front of him. His tears washed her fur. He lifted himself off of her and began cleaning her fur with his tongue. Every lick tasted terrible, but he didn't care. He loved his mother so much. He couldn't just leave her to rot, he had to do something.
"Hey, Jet!" Jet turned around to see his father in his face. Lucifer swiped Jet, sending him a few feet from his mother's body. Jet got up and fell back down. The new pain he felt was unbearable. His mother was gone, and now, he would die too. Lucifer came close to him and stood over the Shinx. Jet was forced to look at his father's male organ. Jet closed his eyes and imagined the worst, and it happened. Jet felt hot liquid hit his forehead. It smelled awful. He knew exactly what it was, and he dared no open his eyes. His father was proving Jet's worth. Lucifer considered Jet to be no better that dirt.

Lucifer stepped away from the Shinx and sighed.
"All done. Now, my clan, shall we leave?" Jet's eyes were still closed, so he couldn't see the tearful Christine staring at his soaked face. She felt sorry for him. She wanted to help him, but she was held back by the guards. The people of the mob ran back to the village, leaving Jet on the ground, laying in what his father had left on him.

Jet didn't move. This was beyond what he could handle. His life was ruined, it was over, and there was no point. What would he do? Would he even survive in this place? Questions flowed through his brain. But he remained still. He would have to use his mind to understand his situation. The first thing he would need to do is find a way to survive. After the main problems were established, he would move onto the thing he wanted more than anything else on Earth, REVENG