Adam was suddenly surrounded by huge tentacle-like blades, caging him in and some of them pierced through the virus’ arms and legs, restricting his movements and stopping him in his tracks. The blades were long and jagged, and were almost transparent with a bit of a purplish-blue tint on them, and Adam’s dark blood flowed down the blades where it stabbed through. Those tentacle blades slowly elongated, picking up the stunned Adam with ease before they flung him straight out of the window, sending shards of glass flying everywhere like glimmering rain. The twins had to back away to avoid the shards from hitting them.
But it wasn’t the sudden tentacle blades that made Rouge and Rodeo stumped.
It was the fact that those tentacle blades were all jutting out from Ozzie’s body.
Ozzie himself was a shock to behold. His body was limp yet moving at the same time. His eyes were blank, as if he was totally oblivious to what was going on, like a walking dead. Four tentacles that shaped like spider legs jutted out from Ozzie’s back and lifted him in the mid-air, carrying him and crawled him towards the window, helping the cell to jump out of it and land on the ground right in front of Adam. His body, which had that usual steady dim glow, started to brighten up, his glow stronger than before, making him look like one of those glow-in-the-dark neon sticks. All the while, Ozzie continued to behave like a puppet without a string, his limbs limp and unmoving. It was as if his body was on auto-pilot mode.
“Spit! What the heck is going on?!” Rouge exclaimed as he watched the display in awe.
“I dunno, but we gotta report this to Big Mama!” Rodeo said as he clambered about his brother’s pocket for the communicator and made the call.
While the twins reported in on what happened (in which there was no doubt the whole family, including the eavesdropping Roja children, would be listening in), Ozzie—or Ozzie’s body, to be more exact—continued to launch his assault on Adam. The commotion from the window crash alerted the guards of the mansion and they all came out to help save their boss. Armed with plasma guns, they tried to shoot at him but somehow more tentacle blades automatically appeared from his hips that acted as a shield to block out the plasma bullets. Those blades then coiled up like a snake’s head before ramming their sharp tips straight into either their guts or their chests, killing them instantly before shrinking back into Ozzie’s hips where they came from.
“What the hell is going on here?!” Adam said as he tried to inch away from Ozzie. “Who…What are you?!”
Ozzie’s head tilted up to face him, but he wasn’t exactly looking at him. His blank eyes showed that he was still unaware of his surroundings and had no idea what he was doing. His whole body continued to be limp as his spider-legged blades came closer and closer towards Adam, with one blade each coiling out from Ozzie’s shoulders like huge scythes, bent on the kill. Ozzie’s hands slowly lifted up by themselves and touched each other before his hands clenched, bringing out two more shorter scythe blades on his forearms and with a flash, the spider-legged blades jumped to a high altitude and zoomed down towards Adam, the scythe blades on his shoulder and his forearms aimed at the Black Death virus. Composing himself, Adam quickly jumped out of the way, the scythe blades hitting the ground he sat on with a loud crash, sending the grass and dirt flying all over the place.
“You got spunk, kid,” Adam growled as he flexed out his claws and got into attack mode. “But you’re not gonna get away fighting in your sleep!”
A battle ensued as Ozzie’s blades clashed with Adam’s sharp claws. Ozzie’s blades would appear out of every part of his body to block out the attack and try to stab, cut or maul Adam, while Adam depended on his heightened reflexes and jumping speed to avoid the blades and try to deal damage onto Ozzie without getting himself skewered. The twins stayed on their spot on the tree watching the whole thing while doing some sort of a live commentary to whoever was listening on the other line of what they were seeing through the communicator.
“Holy smokes! Uncle Adam just nicked Jonesy’s cheek with his claw!” Rouge reported. “And Jonesy just slashed off one of his dreads! Far out!”
“Do you know what was the cause of his sudden defense mechanism?” Mr. Roja asked from the other line.
“I dunno!” Rodeo replied. “Jonesy was almost gonna be done in by Uncle Adam and Ozzie’s body just suddenly flipped. Out came all those crazy thing-a-majiggy and Jonesy is just plain…blur!”
“Sounds like little Jones’ powers can only be manifested through emotions…or trauma,” Mrs. Roja deduced. “What are they doing now?”
“Dang! Now Jonesy just let one fly through Uncle Adam’s side! Ooh! That’s gotta hurt!” Rouge announced as he winced, sympathy pains hitting his side as he saw Adam bleeding all over the place.
“There are more guards coming!” Rodeo replied. “And I think I see the cops! Someone’s called the feds! Spit!”
Sure enough, there were sirens blaring as the immunity cars came closer to the scene. The sound of sirens and the flashing lights soon brought Ozzie out of his stupor and the first thing he saw once he gained consciousness was all the cops jumped out of the car armed with whatever artillery they had and blasted away once the leading officer told them to shoot at will to protect their Mayor. The tentacle blades continue to pop out to shield Ozzie from the incoming blows, but because the cell had regained control of his state of mind, the blades that were supposed to help him fight stopped functioning and disappeared into his body, leaving Ozzie confused and disoriented, and not the least bit happy.
“What the dilly…? What the heck is going on?? What’s all this?!”
“Uh-oh,” Rouge said worriedly. “Ozzie has come round and the blades have stopped attacking. He’s in defense mode now.”
“Let’s see how he handles it,” Mrs. Roja replied briefly, her tone seemingly a little eager to find out what surprises were in store.
Ozzie, on the other hand, was trying to make sense about this. He remembered being pinned down and forcibly undressed by Adam and he remembered the last thing in his mind was hoping that whatever Adam was doing would not hurt his baby. He remembered some sort of bright light that shone in his mind’s eye and a killer blow that almost felt like brain-freeze hit his head, knocking him out cold, and now he finds himself mostly naked with only his underwear on and crazy weird-looking blades sticking out of his body, caging him in as blow upon blow of shots from the immunity force guns hit them, shielding him from harm. He looked at his hands and saw the strong glow emitting from them and throughout the rest of his body. He was briefly reminded of the day Thrax infected him and the familiar warmth that coursed through his membrane soon gave him the revelation.
“Is…Is this what…what Mr. Roja meant by…my special attributes?” Ozzie muttered to himself as he tested the waters. He clenched his fists and almost immediately, the scythe blades sprang out, and when he relaxed, it disappeared into his skin, leaving no marks. He tried it a few times, clenching and unclenching his fists to get the feel of it and tried out on his other body parts, willing them to appear. He gasped in surprise as his spider-legged blades popped out all of a sudden to crawl him away from Adam’s incoming claws as he tried to attack him again, and was surprised when he reflexively slashed at Adam, nicking him in the shin, but overall, he was starting to get the hang of this. He laughed out loud for a second, his heart leapt with joy, like a schoolboy who had just received the gift of his dreams.
“I see you’re awake, Oz,” Adam grinned as he pounced forward, trying to deal some more damage on the cell. “You seem pretty stoned back there.”
“Gotta admit, I was a little…distracted,” Ozzie replied as he tried to make the spider-legged blades maneuver towards the direction he wanted to go. “But now thanks to these babies, I can finish the job.”
“Not worried that it’ll take a toll on your unborn kid?”
“I’ll take my chances.”
The battle continued as Ozzie went head to head with Adam. Collateral damage especially to the immunity force was inevitable, what with the both of them crashing here and there to outwit each other, and they were all hell bent on being the last man standing. Rouge and Rodeo carried on with their live report in relief, grinning at Ozzie’s semi-clumsy attempt to use both his martial skills from immunity training and the blades to try and kill Adam as per request in his test by Mrs. Roja.
“Why do you even bother trying so hard, Oz?” Adam said as he caught one of Ozzie’s blades and crushed it with his strong claws, only to find the claw regenerating again. “Are you Dakara’s new whore or something?”
“No way!” Ozzie exclaimed as he dodged Adam’s claw, scraping his neck a little. “I would never think of that! I’m doing this for myself!”
“Lemme guess. That kid of yours, belonged to him? You’re doing this so you wanna get him to take responsibility or somethin’?”
“I told you, this is not about him! And this is not his kid! This is his grandchild!”
“Ah! One of his sons bloody knocked you up and you wanna do this to make his son take you in as his official whore, eh?”
“I wouldn’t put it that way.”
“I bet the father of the child is some good-for-nothing freeloader who never infected a body in his life.”
“No, he’s not. He’s…”
“He’d probably be just like Dakara, always whining and griping about keeping the pact and old-school tradition and honouring the turf they were designated and all. Stupid old-fashioned prick, that’s what he is!”
“No, he’s not! Don’t you even listen…”
“All of Dakara’s kids are just the chip off the old block! All of them stupid pricks who don’t know the first thing about real power, about how it is not all about the quality of the work, it’s the quantity and the territory covered to reign supreme. It’s no wonder none of them made it into the medical books, why none of them made it big time, not like me! They’re all the same! Your little furball’s daddy is nothing but a prick who is too stupid to understand what it means to be in the top of the viral food chain, just like his old man, and you, kid, are wasting your time with him!”
“How would you know? You’ve been going around killing your own brothers and sisters without even caring if they had a family or not! You don’t have a family of your own! How would you know? You know nothing about them! You know nothing about him!”
“I know that he must be some real shmuck knocking up someone as fine as you with his dirty spawn…”
“SHUT UP!!!”
So saying, huge praying mantis-like blades shot out of Ozzie’s shoulder-blades and pinned Adam down, the tip of the blade jabbed through the sockets of his shoulders and the sockets that connected his legs with his pelvis. Try as he might, Adam couldn’t break free from it not only because the blades embedded him through the ground, but the pain that came with it was almost paralyzing. With his hold on Adam, Ozzie came close to him with his spider-legged blades that he had finally gotten the hang of controlling their movements. He looked down at him with a look that could kill as he hissed at the Black Death virus.
“You can insult me with anything you want…”
More blades came out through Ozzie’s front shoulder shaped like spearheads and, moving like machine guns, they stabbed at Adam’s limbs, literally tearing them to pieces and turning them into mincemeat before releasing his hold on him, knowing that he couldn’t go anywhere. A long tentacle coiled out of Ozzie’s knuckles and loomed downwards to Adam’s chest, stopping just a few inches above it. When Ozzie flexed his hand open, the tentacle opened as well, revealing pincer blades at the end, and they rested onto the virus’ torso. Adam looked back at him challengingly with a small hint of fear and dread at what he was going to do, but Ozzie just continued where he left off.
“…but don’t you dare insult my mate and my child.”
With that, Ozzie clenched his hand, prompting the pincer blades to clench as well as they stabbed through the virus’ chest and making the virus who thought had been harden by war, blood, gore and death scream like he was being bathed with acid. The twins cringed as if they feel the phantom pain of their uncle being ripped through his chest alive as Ozzie did what he was ordered to do for his test to pass. Ozzie made a pulling motion and the pincer blades shot out of the cavity of the chest, tearing out the heart along with it. Needless to say, that movement was instantaneous death for Adam as his body lay still, his eyes wide in disbelief, shock and dissatisfaction at the fact that he defeated by a white blood cell. Ozzie would probably be the last person he would ever see as he was forced to die possibly before his time. Those who survived collateral damage knew they were outmatched and it was every cell for himself, running away like the cowardly, crude, uncivilized rat citizens they were. The twins, seeing that the fight was over, quickly leapt down from their spot and trotted happily towards Ozzie.
“Wohoo~! Far out, Jonesy!” Rogue hollered as Ozzie slowly willed the spider-legged blades to lower him to the ground and willed all his blades to retract. “You did it!”
“Thanks, guys,” Ozzie grinned awkwardly as he retracted his last blade. “I thought I was a goner.”
“Well, luckily you weren’t, thanks to your newfound powers,” Rodeo said as he took off his trench-coat and wore it on Ozzie to cover him up. “Didn’t think ya had it in ya.”
“I never knew I had this power either,” Ozzie admitted, seeing his body slowly dimmed into the familiar glow he was accustomed to. “It’s kinda new for me, yet at the same time, it just flows naturally, like instinct. You think that’s what your father meant about my ‘special attributes’?”
“Why don’t you ask him?” Rogue said as he offered the communicator to him. “They’re all ears.”
“How did it go, little Jones?” Mr. Roja asked from the other line. Ozzie stole a look at the heart he had in his hand and smiled.
“Mission accomplished, sir.”
“We’ll see,” Mrs. Roja commented. “Come back and show us what you’ve got.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
With his hands on the twins’ arms each and the heart wrapped up with a rag from Adam’s shirt tucked in the inner pocket of Rodeo’s trench-coat, they quickly made a run for it as they glided in the air and flew out of the body through the rat’s nose.
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“Congrats on making it out alive! You’re still in one piece, are you, doll?”
Ozzie received a warm welcome by those who liked him, and Thrax did not hesitate to push past everyone—kicking Klepta aside who fawned about the cell with relish—and embraced his little beloved cell tight, as if he let go Ozzie would disappear into thin air. Those who didn’t like him just smirked a little and patted his back, congratulating him on a job well done, and soon everyone made way for the head of the households to approach Ozzie. Assuring Thrax that he would be alright, he broke out of his embrace and went up to them.
“Do you have the proof of your results?” Mrs. Roja asked.
Ozzie nodded and took out the heart he kept wrapped in the rag from the trench-coat Rodeo borrowed him. Thrax saw that Ozzie was wearing underwear underneath and glared at the twins, his eyes seemingly wanting to gouge their eyes out for looking at his baby bare. The twins shot back a It’s-not-our-fault-he’s-naked look before looking to see Mrs. Roja taking the rag and passed it to her husband. Mr. Roja unwrapped the rag and revealed the heart for everyone to see, in which they gasped silently at the sight of it. Drix, who watched it from afar, was also equally shocked. He didn’t think Ozzie would actually do it and succeed, and he knew then that he no longer could view his ex-partner like he used to know. He had to see him in a whole new light and a whole new perspective now, and it hurt.
“I must admit,” Mrs. Roja said as she eyed the heart as if it was the most normal thing to see, “you’ve proven yourself good. I honestly was in doubt that you could complete this test.”
“No offense, ma’am,” Ozzie replied quietly. “I’m used to being doubted anyway.”
“Well, that aside, I think you have pass the test. You have proven yourself to be Roja material, and we of the Roja family always keep our word.”
“Welcome to the family, Osmosis Jones,” Mr. Roja concluded the verdict for her.
Everyone clapped their hands, those who liked him clapping the loudest and whooped at Ozzie’s success. Thrax picked Ozzie up and kissed him deeply, congratulating him in relief. Kiaran yapped about at their feet, seemingly knowing that whatever was going on, it was a good thing. Drix also came up to him to congratulate him, and those who didn’t like him had no choice but to accept the fact that Ozzie was officially going to be in the family as they shook hands with him.
“The twins had said you have acquired some new ability,” Mr. Roja said. “Would you be so kind as to show it to us?”
“Alright,” Ozzie said as he demonstrated his newfound ability. He concentrated and made his body glow bright as before and clenched his hands to flex out the scythe blades. He then willed out the spider-legged blades and showed everyone how the legs can do the walking for him and also showed how his blades could help him be his shield. Everyone watched with reserved awe at what he could do and Thrax seemed to swell with pride at the sight of Ozzie’s powers. The poor trench-coat tore in many places where the blades appear, but Ozzie couldn’t help that. He grinned apologetically at Rodeo for ruining his clothes before retracting everything back.
“A little bit clumsy on the moves, but with a little training, you’ll probably get the hang of it,” Mrs. Roja commented as she took Ozzie’s hand and ran her fingers along the area where Ozzie had flexed out his scythe blades in another almost-seductive way, making Thrax cringe in discomfort at the sight of it. “The clothes might be a bit of a problem as well. Do you think Majah could get him something to wear that doesn’t tear all the time?”
“I’ll send word to Cox A.S.A.P,” Mr. Roja said as he turned towards the direction of the storeroom.
“What are you going to do with the heart, Pops?” Klepta asked curiously.
“Oh, you’ll know soon enough,” Mr. Roja replied with a mysterious smile. “Rest up, little Jones. You deserve it. Oh, and Baby Thrax?”
“Yes, Pops?” Thrax looked up at him while draping his own trench-coat over Ozzie to cover him.
“You can sleep in the same room with him now.”
“Thanks, Pops.”
The virus wasted no time in giving a big wet kiss on Ozzie’s face, making everyone present whooped and cheered—well, most of them, that is, if you don’t count the twins who were eyeing them with mild jealousy—before ushering the cell into the room, eager to spend the night—and possibly the rest of his life—with his baby.
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Ozzie whimpered as he was forced to lie down in missionary position with his lower half of his body on Thrax’s lap. Thrax held his legs up and leaned them against his broad shoulders so that his buttocks were showing and took off the underwear, revealing the tender membrane for him to stroke his claws on.
“Th-Thrax, please be careful,” Ozzie begged. “You know I’m having your kid.”
“Yes, I know that, baby,” Thrax smirked, “but it doesn’t mean you won’t be punished.”
“Not fair!” Ozzie protested as he tried to struggle away, but half of him didn’t really want to try anyway. “I risked my life going through all that trouble to pass the test and this is what I get? I thought we were over this!”
“You may be officially my future mate, but that doesn’t mean I still don’t own you like a Master should. You will always be my one and only baby.”
Ozzie whimpered again. As soon as Thrax was allowed to be in the same room with him, the first thing he did was shoo Drix and Kiaran away, demanding their privacy. Surprisingly to Ozzie, Drix, who had never liked Thrax and wouldn’t go down without at least squabbling with the virus, quietly agreed and took off with the puppy. Thrax refused to answer him directly when Ozzie asked why the sudden change in Drix’s attitude and got right down into taking off his trench-coat, throwing Rodeo’s one away with a vengeance, and felt him about. Then Ozzie was suddenly picked up like a child by the armpits and forced into the body position he was right now, being told that he was going to be punished this way because of his pregnant condition that couldn’t allow him to be in the usual spanking position.
“What have I done to deserve this?” Ozzie complained.
“You allow yourself to be touched. I can smell his scent everywhere on you,” Thrax growled deviously. “I recall that unless by my express permission, you are not allowed to let anyone touch you.”
“But…But I had no choice! It’s the only way I could lure Adam…”
“That is no excuse. You even almost let Uncle Adam rape you and you let those psycho twins see you naked.”
“It…It comes with the territory, and…and I didn’t want them to see me naked. It just…happened.”
“Still, you’re not getting away with letting Uncle Adam touch you, and I’m going to make sure you remember that you belong to me only.”
“At…At least close the drapes…” Ozzie whined as he gestured at the drapes that led to the verandah. “People might see…”
“No,” Thrax said as he held Ozzie’s thighs tightly close to his shoulder so that he would not get away again. “Let them look. I want the whole world to know that from now on, you are mine and mine alone, and just so you remember…”
So saying, Thrax let one fly, delivering its first sting. Ozzie bit his lip at the initial pain. He guessed he had to be grateful that Thrax took into consideration that he was pregnant and that using his hand to spank him instead of something was the best way of punishing him without harming the child. Deep down inside him, he knew he deserved this punishment in a way. As the virus continued to spank him without giving any chance for the pain to dissipate, he thought of the times he was being touched and manhandled by Adam and him allowing Adam to almost rape him, sending waves of guilt running up and down his spine the moment he came back into dog city and clashed gazes with Thrax, and he needed some form of action to kill off his guilt. 5 minutes into spanking, Ozzie started sobbing, tears flowing out of his eyes and staining his cheeks, cleansing him thoroughly.
“I’m sorry, Thrax, I’m really sorry…!!” Ozzie cried, covering his eyes with his hands as the tears continued to flow like rain, drenching his palms. He could feel his blades wanting to come out due to its defense mechanism, but Ozzie willed them not to. He did not want to hurt his beloved unintentionally and he didn’t want his punishment to get any worse than this.
Thrax didn’t reply. He continued to spank, this time harder than before.
“Please…Please forgive me, Thrax…! I’m sorry…!!”
Still no reply as the spanks gotten even harder, threatening to bruise him, what with the virus’ super strength.
“Master, please!” Ozzie literally screamed the title that he had not called the virus in a long while. “I’ll be good, I swear! Please forgive me, please!”
Thrax still did not reply, but lucky for him, his spanks didn’t get any harder, although it still hurt a lot. 15 minutes into the spanking and Ozzie became a crying mess, babbling his apologies in an incoherent manner until you couldn’t tell the head or tail of the conversation. The virus stole a look at the cell who was crying and begging and sobbing all over the place and decided that his little beloved probably had had enough for the moment.
“Will you let anyone else touch you without my permission again, baby?” Thrax finally voiced out as he continued spanking, but a little less hard this time.
“No, no, I won’t, I swear!” Ozzie cried, his voice sounding almost relieved to hear Thrax speak to him again.
“Do you promise that you will be mine and mine alone, that you belong to no one but me?”
“Yes, yes, I promise!”
“You are not lying to me now, are you? You’re not just saying this to get away from punishment, are you?”
“No, no, Master. I swear I’m telling the truth. I’ll be good, I swear!”
“Yes, you will, baby, and just so you remember…”
Thrax let his last few swats fly really hard as a reminder to the cell, making the cell wail his name in desperation. He lowered Ozzie’s legs down and pulled Ozzie up to a sitting position before wrapping his arms around him. He hushed him and caressed his back to comfort him, whispering sweet nothings to his ear and assuring it was all over now. Ozzie’s ass stung as it rubbed against the virus’ lap, but feeling his arms around him in a soothing embrace made him forget the pain was ever there.
“Have you learnt your lesson now, Ozzie baby?”
Ozzie nodded, too tired to reply after having been crying and screaming his throat hoarse.
“Don’t make me do this again, you hear me, baby?”
Ozzie nodded again and held onto Thrax tighter, whispering, “I’m sorry, Thrax…”
“You are forgiven.”
Ozzie soon fell asleep in Thrax’s arms, snoring silently. Laying the cell onto the bed, Thrax went to the bathroom that was built in the bedroom they were in and came back out with a basin of water and a cloth. He took off Ozzie’s clothes and gave him a spit bath, wetting the cloth and wiping it all over Ozzie’s body, cleaning him through and through until he could no longer smell the scent of Adam on him. He then helped Ozzie dress up in night jammies before changing as well and joining the cell in slumber. His eyes rested on the developing child in Ozzie’s middle and smiled for the first time in a long time as he leaned down to kiss the middle that cradled the product of their union.
“Grow well and strong, pet,” Thrax whispered. “Your Mama and I will be waiting for you.”
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Everyone was gathered at the dining room having a hearty breakfast. Ozzie and Thrax were requested to sit near Mr. and Mrs. Roja, who occupied the head of the table, while the rest sat at their spot, eating their meal peacefully, with the occasional chatter among the siblings, mostly between the twins and the rest for they wanted to hear their escapades while observing Ozzie completing his task. Thrax shot them a dirty look once in a while whenever Rouge and Rodeo complimented on Ozzie’s sexiness, but all in all, there were no sudden outbursts or squabbles from either party.
“We must finish up quickly,” Mr. Roja announced as he sipped his coffee. “I have made the necessary arrangements and have sent word to everyone, with the help of Klepta, of course. We are leaving this city and going to Crimea.”
“Crimea?” Thrax echoed in surprise, “That is a really long way, Pops. It’s almost towards Ukraine. Why are we going there?”
“For your wedding, of course. What else?”
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