Disclaimer: Ajax Galagos, Cynthia Cat, Black Bear, Jeb Mink, Guy Wagner, Veronica Rabbit, Gethsen Pheles, Dr. Uriah Heep, Richie Evergrey, Erick Dreagan, and the countless unnamed students are the intellectual properties of Kaiser Scott (that's me). Use them without permission, and I'll sic my deadly HIV penguins on you.

Author's Note: We'll be breaking away from the main plot for a moment, and touching upon Reverend Galagos' past with this Christian Disease trilogy. Just the mandatory stuff, as I believe every good villain needs an extensive back story. Plus, it would cover up them nasty "holes".

We'll begin with the eventual coupling of Ajax and Cynthia. Nothing really exciting here, save for maybe the history lesson. Hyuk.

Just to avoid confusion; this is a past event, so it's completely in italics.

Chapter 3: The Christian Disease: La Nostra Notte

University Of Tainted KnowledgeNewport, Oregon, 4:02 pm, 1963 A D

Autumn had arrived, and with it came an early chill. The leaves of many trees were painted in an assortment of colors when the seasons changed, and inevitably brought them to the ground. The bells of the University Of Tainted Knowledge tolled vociferously as a new batch of students (young and old alike) treaded the stone pathways, eagerly waiting to assimilate all they could, and in the process, make advancements in their lives. The active collection of minds mostly belonged to Caucasian homo-sapiens, though there were varying furres in small collections by race. But, as with everything that was even remotely peculiar to the human eye, they were differentiated and looked down upon by their teachers and peers. This crystallized treatment and xenophobia became widespread throughout the country. It was not just furres; innocent blacks, homosexuals and other minorities were under the inexorable shadow of discrimination as well, and they were the kin of the seemingly "supreme" white race. The land of the free this was not -- it was only a land where the strongest and richest receive the benefits of absolute freedom. Or so they were taught to believe...

And then there was a man named Ajax Galagos, who was vacant of all the meaningless hatred towards these oddities, and even dedicated himself to educating them.

He was Caucasian with neatly combed blonde hair, stood a full six feet two inches, and had a slight belly on him. He wore thick glasses on his clean, shaven face, and his typical attire consisted of a white t-shirt, black jeans and a plain dotted tie - certainly nothing too extravagant. He taught his students Furre History (something unheard of), and was quite knowledgeable about every related subject. And unlike most teachers, he wasn't cruel or vague to those he enlightened. Anthromorphs had never done anything to him, and they already went through enough, so there wasn't any reason to treat them inhumanly.

With his books and other materials in hand, Ajax made his way through the hustle and bustle, occasionally acknowledging the presence of those around him before making his way through the main doorway. Therein, he fleeted up the rows of stairs and to his classroom, where he was greeted by his fifteen furre students. Thankfully, they weren't rambunctious lot, and they immediately settled down after Galagos took a seat.

"Good afternoon, everyone." he said congenially, and the response he received was equally so. "Where did we last leave off?"

A rather intelligent looking fruit bat raised his hand, and answered; "We were wrapping up the accomplishments of the furre revolutionist, Thomas Khan".

"Hell no." grumbled a burly pitt bull, who was infamous for his temper, his educational disinterest, and his eraser-chewing problems. After wasting yet another pink implement, he crossed his large arms and glared at the smaller furre. "We finished that mumbo-jumbo already."

"No we didn't!" the Pteropodidae countered, "You're just being a shit!""Do you want me to come over there and kick your ass, ya pollinating son of a bitch?"

Galagos found himself smiling at the rather amusing scene, but he was still aware that if he just sat there and did nothing, the fight would surely escalate. So with hardly any effort at all, he calmed the two down, and pulled out a dusty, ancient-looking book with several creases and gnarly stains on the front and back covers. It was titled 'The History Of The Shadow Society'. "If I do recall, my canine student, we were in fact wrapping up the final chapter of Thomas Kahn and his war against the wicked and ultra-religious Shadow Society."

He flipped to the last pages, and scanned through the small text until he found where they had last left off. "Ahh, yes. That bohemian, Kahn, and the Sons Of Light had infiltrated the Society's fortress. For hours they fought bravely against the extremists, until all that was left was the grand master; Uriah Heep. Kahn challenged Heep to a one-on-one duel, and they continued the war up to the highest tower of the devilish structure. Things were starting to look grim for Thomas, but he shrugged off the wounds inflicted upon him, and finally drove his sword through the throat of Heep, after his opponent made a fatal wrong move.

Bloodied, the victorious leader of the Sons slowly proceeded down the stairs, and shouted to his army; "We are free! We are free!". They broke out in cheers of happiness, as the world was free of the ever seeing 'eye' that was fixated on their genocide. But alas, the celebration lasted only for a few minutes, as Heep pulled the furre's own blade out of his neck and cut him to pieces with it. The crowd was in complete shock, and Kahn's second-in-command, Sir Galleth Cooper of the infamous master thief lineage, ran over to assist him, but was suddenly attacked and killed by an unknown avian who had burst through the stone walls. A great portion of the army, sadly, was mercilessly slaughtered as well. And so this ended the Society, and the darkest age of cleansing through extermination."

Ajax closed the book and a cloud of dust blew up into his face, causing him to sneeze a few times. "Ack! Damned thing!" He rubbed his nose and playfully scolded the book, which helped to sort of lighten up the class' somber mood.

"Alright, can anyone tell me why the Shadow Society declared Thomas as a 'threat to civilization?' "

The students looked about at each other and shrugged until a statuesque Egyptian Mau cat gracefully raised her hand into the air. Ajax laid his eyes upon her and melted inside as he examined her. She was of short height, had an athletic, yet undeniably curvaceous build, and always wore a sanguine expression on her feline face. Soft silvery and spotted hair covered every inch of her body, and was complemented by the long, flowing black hair on her head. And finally, her eyes were like sparkling emeralds. Her name was Cynthia Cat, and she happened to be the teacher's personal favorite out of the fifteen. Not because of her natural 'equipment', but rather, her intelligence, her magical voice and those luminous eyes that pierced him to the core.

He finally shook off the fluttery feeling, and nodded in her direction. "Yes, Cynthia?"

Cynthia lowered her hand and answered in a gentle, calmative voice. "Because he questioned the establishment of Christianity and its true purpose...?"

"And what is its true purpose?"

"To create a perfect world that is devoid of sin and abomination."

"Yes! That is quite right. And to accomplish this, they declared furres as God's imperfections, and murdered thousands upon thousands of them. And Kahn, though being human, stood against their genocide once he became aware of Christianity's absolute corruption, and was thusly labeled as a traitor and a threat. Very good, Cynthia."

"What happened to the Shadow Society?" asked the fruit bat, "I mean, that Uriah Heep guy somehow survived, right?"

"Excellent question." Galagos complimented, though entirely aware that the bat had failed to raise his hand. Such things weren't really an issue with him. "Though Heep's fate remains unknown, many, including myself, believe that he went into hiding after the Sons Of Light were wiped out. To wait and plan until the moment presents itself, when he could at last resurrect the Shadow Society, and go through with his sick and devilish plans."

The winged mammal took his thick glasses off and started to clean them with his shirt. "That didn't happen, obviously..."

"True, but some firmly believe that Uriah Heep is some kind of immortal being. I know... it sounds a bit absurd..." A few chuckles broke out amongst the students, but Galagos quickly silenced them with the reinforcement of fact; "However, he did survive a fatal stab to the neck."

Then, a ridiculously wide male walrus starting bouncing up and down in his chair while flailing his hand about. "Ooh, ooh! Whatever happened to the pretty cat that Thomas had SEX with?!" After he had blurted this out, the entire classroom erupted in laughter.

Ajax shook his head and answered as seriously as he could have. "The book doesn't say. Most likely, she gave birth to his children and kept the family line going..." The educator gave his prodigious pupil a shrug, but found it very hard to continue, as Cynthia was staring at him in what seemed to be a suggestive manner. "Urm... moving on!"

At long last, today's period of Furre History was over, and Ajax was off for the rest of the week. Of course, he usually hung around the schoolyards after his sessions with his good friend, Black Bear. Not a bear, of course, but a stumpy, rotund black Louisianan human with a small set of eyes, a large nose and an even larger afro. Galagos found him in front of the janitor's old beat-up tool shed -- where he always sat and smoked his marijuana. No one else bothered with him very often, as they were all chattering amongst themselves or making off for their next period. But sometimes he was shooed off the premises by the janitor himself, or the administrative big wheels, or the law, if the wheels decided they didn't want to move, which was quite often. No matter what though, Black Bear remained.

Ajax finally sat down beside his friend, and waved a bit of American currency in his face. Black Bear gave him a goofy grin and snatched up the holy dollar bills, giving him a conventional bong and a good handful of dried hemp plant in return. The teacher knew he could get in quite a bit of trouble for his secret addiction, but strangely, he paid the consequences no mind. He thought of it as his own way to calm the mind and relieve stress through the daftness of education.

Black Bear counted the money while his friend packed the weed into the bong's slide. "Alright brother. Ya want the fifty-cents out of the 'nine-fitty'"?

The benevolent pedagogue shook his head. "No, it's alright. Keep it all." His darker friend sighed in return, and handed him a cigarette lighter to ignite the magical substance. Once this was done, Galagos put his lips around the mouthpiece and inhaled fiercely after a satisfactory amount of smoke had built up within. "Oh man, that Cynthia screws me up, big time." he blurted out randomly.

"I'll say," replied Bear, "That's all ya seem to talk about, nowadays."

"She's so pretty...""Pretty enough to be one o' my stripper biyatches. I own me a furre club, yanno!" the Southerner guffawed, before wrapping his oversized lips around his own bong's mouthpiece. He inhaled a bit, coughed, and then continued; " Say... why don't ya ask her out?"

Ajax blinked his sky blue eyes and blushed. "Not sure if I want to do that. I mean... I'm pretty damned ugly."

"That's true." Black Bear guffawed again, apologizing subsequently for his bad humor. "But hey, don't worry about that shit, ya hear? You're a smart guy. Nothing on the outside should matter to her... unless her sweetness is all some facade. Womens can be nasty."

"I don't think it's a facade..."

"Then quit being a baby and ask the damned kitty out! Ya never know... you might get yourself laid."

"...Okay." Ajax sighed, "I'll give it a shot."

"Hey you!" called out a pale, pompous looking Caucasian, who had a severe amount of acne spread out all over his thin and greasy face. "Why don't you get away from shit-skin there, and come hang out with us? He might give you a bunch of diseases, or somethin'." As he said this, two other white fellows beside him snickered. They were also covered in the inflammatory disease, and looked just as revolting.

Black Bear put his hookah aside, and quickly stood up. "Diseases? Shit-skin? What the fuck is wrong with ya little white assholes, anyways?" he shouted, waving a clenched fist about, "Huh? Why don't ya come over here and say that nonsense in my face?"

"What? And get AIDS?" laughed one of the snobbish adolescent's cronies. "No thank you."

"Cowardly little racist crackers!" growled Bear.

"Did you just call us crackers, you fucking nigger?!" the overgrown infant suddenly snapped. His face turned entirely red, and his arms were flapping every which way. His two schoolmates cowered before him, even though the scene being made could hardly be called an intimidating one. "Ohhh man, now I'm pissed! Yeah, you'd better eat this shit off of my boot, or I'll get my Pa to shoot your fucking brains out! Goddamned mosshead!"The intolerant "patriot" wasn't the only one to snap. Soon, Galagos was on his feet and at the defense of his companion. "Alright, enough is enough! This man that you're disparaging is MY friend, and I will not tolerate it anymore! I am THIS close from coming over there and smashing in that disgusting face of yours. Either cut it out, or so help me..." He didn't continue, but rather, he took one step forward, and the three obnoxious adolescents frightfully jumped back.

"Whoa, whoa, man. We were just having a little fun! Honest! We'll leave you alone now, we swear!"

And so they did. All three of the acne-slathered extremists wasted no time in escaping their well deserved thrashing. Ajax sighed softly, and sat back down again with Black Bear. The ebony man thanked his friend for ameliorating the situation, and assured him that his aforesaid slang was not aimed at all whites -- just the ones who were stupid, ignorant and heartless enough to deserve it.

"It's alright, Bear." he said, coolly, "Those narrow-minded jackasses can really get under one's skin..."

It didn't take long for a mixture of silence and melancholy to reign over the two. But Galagos, being the cheerful man he was, rattled his bong, cracked an absurd smile, and washed away the glumness that lingered from the heated firestorm of words. "So, are we gonna get high off of this stuff, or what?"

The next day...

Galagos pushed through the vivacious sea of bodies that crowded the university's pathways, running just a tad bit later than usual. He hardly got any sleep last night, due to being so worried about how Cynthia would respond. Would she comprehend the revelations he stumbed upon, and be embraced at long last? Or was he destined to be let down for the rest of his life? She wasn't the first woman that he had fell in love with, after all. Hopefully she didn't conceal anything under that kindness of hers. The world out there was too cruel, and living through it alone didn't help him any."She's not a lie. She's not a lie. She's NOT a lie..." he quietly declared to himself as he opened the familiar large doors, and lethargically ascended the stairs to his classroom.

The history lessons he taught today went on for what seemed to be forever, but as with everything, they came and went, and left the teacher even more jaded. When he exited the building, he noticed that Black Bear seemed to be missing, and this struck Ajax as highly unusual. Most likely those -- reported him to the university staf members, or the police. He grew quite woeful when he realized his friend probably had no say of his own, because of his skin color. Ajax cursed at how purportless this whole system was, and continued past the shed until his eyes met up with her own.

Time frooze, it seemed, when he saw her staring into him again. Beautiful Cynthia, sitting down against a wall with a thick history book in her hands, and wearing a heartwarming smile, which invited him closer and closer, until he stood before her. She then rose from the ground and placed a gentle hand on his arm, causing him to shudder.

"Mr. Galagos, you seemed so tired today." she said so very softly, "Has something been troubling you?"

"Troubling me? Naw..." he replied, rubbing the back of his head, "Just didn't get very much sleep..."

"Oh, please don't lie to me." the Egyptian Mau placed her hands on his hips, and his temperature increased. "I can sense when you're troubled, and you HAVE been. Tell me what's wrong..."

He suddenly felt very stupid for hiding the truth from a feline. Her senses were far beyond his own, and there was no chance in hell he could lie his way of this one. But then again, why should he? He imagined Black Bear being there behind him, slapping his forehead and silently calling him a dumb shit.She asked him again, and at last with a shaky sigh, he opened himself up. "I'm... errm... deeply in love with you, Cynthia."

"I already knew that, silly." Cynthia smiled, and laughed as he sputtered in response. "Though... I'm sure there's more to it..."

Ajax felt like he was going to pass out. "Yes, that's right. I... well... I wanted to know if you..."

"Yes...?"

"Wanted to... go out to dinner with me." He shut his eyes and clenched his teeth, instinctively expecting the worse possible response from the lovely feline. Instead of being called some hideous name, or being thrown away like trash, she put her slightly muscular arms around him, and pressed her cold pink nose against his warm cheek.

"I think that's a wonderful idea, Mr. Galagos." she cooed, unaware that this embrace of theirs drew several bewildered looks from teachers and students who were out and about. "Does eight o' clock sound alright?"

He mustered one of his silly grins and exclaimed; "Of course!"

La nostre notte...

After making a quick stop at a local clothes shop for a tuxedo within his price range, Ajax made off for Cynthia's place in his maroon 1959 Chevrolet El Camino. He followed the directions she had given him on a small piece of paper, until he reached a small, dumpy looking house painted of a pale green color. He pulled into the driveway and saw her standing outside the door, clad in a sparkling violet dress and black high heels. A golden necklace dangled from her neck, and that pleasant face, thankfully, beared no sign of useless enhancements. Positively glorious.

She waved at him, and he watched her small breasts bounce with an idiotic expression. Unaware of where her escort's eyes were, Cynthia staggered towards the vehicle (obviously not used to those shoes of hers), and opened the door, greeting him with a casual "hello" before sitting herself down. Ajax pulled out, and they made off for the restaurant known as Sigur Ros.

Their destination was hardly the most ostentatious restaurant in Newport, but such things didn't matter to the feline. She just wanted excellent food to feast upon, and it was quite so -- she ate three times more than Galagos himself did, which surprised the human greatly. Her manners were also anything but feminine, as he soon found out, but all and all, they had a wonderful time at Sigur Ros. Until they walked out...

"Hey look! It's that nigger-lover who threatened me!"

To the unusual couple's dismay, the trio of hateful whites who had terrorized Ajax a day earlier were standing beside his El Camino. Their disgusting, malodorous leader then pointed and laughed when he saw the beautifully-dressed Mau. "And this time, he's with one of them hairballs!" The other two giggled madly while the boy-child continued to pour out vulgar comments.

Ajax could take it no longer. "I am through with you, you fucking asshole!" he shouted vehemently, throwing an unexpectedly hard punch at the kid, resulting in him flying into the Chevie and banging his head against one of the doors. Crimson liquid spilt out of his broken nose and onto his navy blue t-shirt. He moved slightly and groaned something inaudible, but went unconscious afterwards. The other two ran over to their downed friend and shook him a bit, becoming emotionally crazed when his eyes remained shut. Being the loyal dolts they were, they gently picked him up from the asphalt and hauled him away. In their place came a sudden fall of rain that pelted man and furre without mercy.

"I'm so very sorry, Cynthia..." Galagos whispered, rubbing the stinging sensations out of his hand.

"Don't apologize." she smiled, "You were just defending me..." The feline wrapped her arms around his wet form, and thanked him as she rubbed her face against his own.

Later on, Ajax returned his furre date to her home, and was surprised once more when she invited him inside. And behind the closed door she smothered him with her hands and her lips. She bit his neck as she gently pushed him up against the wall, breaking away from the tender flesh to run that warm, rough tongue all over his icy-cold face.

Simultaneous to her shower of affection, Ajax's hands found their way down her dress, cupping and tenderly massaging her buxom breasts. Instinctually, he used his thumbs to rub those sensitive peaks of hardened pink flesh, sometimes being a bit daring and pinching them. His ministrations turned Cynthia's pleasured moans into low growls. She grabbed him by the tux, and their kissing commenced again as she dragged him up the stairs.

Thereon, the human's tongue entwined with the feline's own, and they broke away for a few seconds to explore each other's mouths before those velvety pink tips danced again. This continued until they reached the top, with Cynthia severing the kiss to belch loudly. Ajax's growing phallus twitched and rose further when she did this, and the strong scent of her past meal became ubiquitous. Distasteful for others, perhaps, but arousing for the teacher.

Cynthia slammed open the door to her bedroom, and she and her lover tumbled onto her bed. Galagos quickly tore off her dress, his breathing even more labored as he scanned her totally nude, furry form. The Mau rid him of his tux and peeled his white shirt off in an unhurried fashion, kissing up his stomach and teasing his concealed rigid manhood by pushing her pelvis against it.

"Hands and knees, Cynthia." he whispered into her furry ear. She readily did so, and curiously watched him crawl behind her with brilliant eyes. Ajax spread apart her firm buttocks with his hands, sampling the smells of her wet sex and her anus before running his tongue along the latter. She squirmed and closed her eyes, moaning every time he licked or inserted his tongue into her tail-star. She winced and growled when he pushed two of his fingers inside. Her muscles loosened though and she came to enjoy the new sensation.

The human pulled out of her, and slid his pants down, at last releasing his throbbing cock from its prison. His fleshy fingertips clasped at her hips, sifting through the soft fur. He drew her body back, pushing his hips forward until he sunk into her from tip to hilt. His right hand came up to grasp at her tail, holding it up; his left hand slid up along the side of her torso then slid beneath. He cupped her bosom, kneading with his fingertips while ramming that hard girth into her body.

She cried out, bucking her body back against his; their taboo act was equally understood. It didn't matter that they were of difference races; in the end, they both understood the same age-old rhythm and body language. The sweet perfume of intercourse filled the air; her aroma was overpowering, scenting the air sweetly of her desire for him to fill her with his seed...

Little did they know, however, the end results would prove to be fatal...