You see, Jay had been too caught up and absorbed in the heat and excitement of the notion - that he could now potentially legally accomplish his lifelong sexual fantasy thanks to the Fusion Wave - to truly focus and put his sharp, hedonistic mind to use in his mission to make this fantasy a reality.
Thank God.
As Nat was being still examined by the WTEA, we all sat in a private room of the nearby police station, watching the cell-phone video that my sister's horrific "Ex" had recorded. In the room with us was the weary police sergeant and an even wearier officer, both having dealt with their fill of Fusion Wave-related madness for the week - though it was only Wednesday.
The sergeant's four eyes were stern, serious, and concerned as he had informed us of the situation - and the sensitive nature of the video. Resting his paws on the table, the anthropomorphic German Shepherd's back was ramrod straight. His uniform and coat barely contained both his fur and his rippling canid muscles on his lean but tall frame. He towered over everyone in the room with an imposing air, projecting a lethal seriousness - but he was gentle about the sensitive subject.
The other officer had a bandage patched on the right side of her head, covering a large wound given to her during her arrest of a harpy criminal. She had bags under her eyes that rivaled my mother's, and though it was clear that she was struggling to resist the call of sleep, at least her multiple arms ensured she wouldn't buckle and collapse. 4 extra pairs of arms ran down her sides, one on the sides of her chest, the other on the sides of her abdomen, and the last replacing her legs entirely. They were all much longer than the arm size one would expect of her build and height, and were all as toned and fit as the rest of her body. She wore the standard officer uniform, and on top of it a thin sweater vest and a black rain coat as well. All three layers did not do much to conceal her chest - or chests. 3 rows of breasts ran down to her abdomen, and though she had one less pair than Dad, it would appear that their nipples were . . . tenting? Penis-nipples, (or "dicknipples", as everyone calls them) perhaps. Leaning back against the wall as she stood on the palms of her lowest two arms, her phallic tail, most likely a penis-tail, swayed back and forth, it's bulbous tip covered securely in a dark navy-blue service-issue condom. I could just barely make out some form of piercing on it . . .
Jay's plan was to allow himself to be able to immortalize the moment his lifelong goal was achieved. He could watch the fusion and CTF in its entirety, forevermore, whenever he wished. Instead he captured his own demise.
Nat was still throbbing, still sobbing, and still, shamefully, undeniably hot, dripping in sweat. Her drooling saliva/pre-cum mix had trickled down across her now flat chest and was steadily flowing over her new sizeable testicles. Though she couldn't close her mouth, or really even move, for that matter, she shut her eyes in sheer terror and shut out Jay's gentle reassurances as he caressed his would-be schlong and kissed "its" head. But when the minutes passed by without any further changes, my sister became more and more confused, her eyes darting about the room puzzled. The bastard's joy grew into angered, impatient frustration.
"No, no, nonononono, NO! This can't be it! There's supposed to be MORE!" He reached into the nightstand, putting his weight uncomfortably on top of Nat while doing so. Unintentionally squeezing their shared testicles, Nat shuddered and moaned uncontrollably, coughing up a sizeable amount of precum from both her nose and mouth.
In the nightstand laid an empty plastic baggie that formerly contained crystallized transformative semen, harvested illegally from captured "Sex Beasts" in Laos after The Rogue's fleshweaving rampage there. A torn baggie that had contained an experimental pill designed to terminate a consciousness lay next to it.
"Damn half-ass pills! THIS SHOULD HAVE WORKED! THOSE FUCKS SCREWED ME OOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooo. . .ooo. . .oooooooo. . .oooooooooo_______________________________."
And those were Jay's final, slurred words before his eyes rolled up into his skull and his body went limp and slack, falling backwards onto the bed, leaving a very confused, still erect Nat sticking straight up.
My sister had avoided a fate that many would call worse than death, thanks to Jay's Three Fortunate Mistakes.