Trigger warning: F Slur
After everyone had calmed down and all the gym goers had given Sylas a congratulatory slap on the ass, they all rallied together.
Barric and Irrumare explained to them once again what had transpired earlier that day between the self proclaimed gay King of Ol' Tamira and the Pedicator. Barric assured them he was here to help and now was finally the time to come together against the unjust laws of their city. Once everyone understood, every single man, woman, and person were united for the cause and all were ready.
All at once they left the gym and followed Barric's party who were flanked by Irrumare and Cineadus. They headed straight for the Pedicator's palace at the center of the city. As they made their way through the streets some would ask them why they marched. They answered truthfully and all who asked would join them. Their group soon grew into a crowd until it felt like the entire city was marching alongside them.
The sun was setting on the long day as they finally made it to the palace.
The crowd was huge and roaring now, but the King's party and their new friends from the gym remained at the front of the crowd and were the first to step into the palace. They eagerly explained why they marched to even the palace guards that tried to stop them and sure enough even the guards joined them.
They marched through the wide long halls of the palace until finally they stepped right into the throne room. They climbed the stairs that lead up to the huge room that contained the Pedicator's throne and once they crested the stairs Barric and his party all stopped in shock of what was revealed to them.
They saw the Pedicator sitting there casually on his throne, but crouched on his bare knees in front of him was another man eagerly servicing his member.
The King and his party and all of their new friends pressed on to close the gap, but were unable to hold in their shock all the while.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Irrumare roared, everyone finally closing in on the Pedicator's throne.
Pedicator Draucus threw up an eyebrow and offered them only a sly grin.
"Whatever do you mean?" he asked, stroking the head of the man who continued to service him.
"You imprison and punish my love, but here you sit practicing the same things? You are nothing but the Duke of hypocrites!" Irrumare raged.
"Yea wait, I thought this was illegal?" Barric asked.
Draucus laughed a villainous laugh.
"You are all fools! It's not gay to get your dick sucked! All of the shame falls upon the lowly cocksucker! Now if you'll excuse me," the Pedicator dismissed them tightly gripping the hair of the man who serviced him.
He pressed the man's face down deeper on his member and let out a long sigh as he finished in the other man's mouth. The man swallowed it all down eagerly.
"Thank you my Duke," he said.
The Pedicator rolled his eyes and looked down at him before snapping his fingers.
"Guards, seize this cocksucker…" he coldly ordered.
Sure enough two guards stepped out from behind his throne to grasp the man by each army and begin to drag him away.
"My Duke! Why! I thought we had something!?" the man pleaded.
Draucus grinned once again.
"I did have something, and then I put it in your mouth. Enjoy your reeducation queer," the Pedicator said with a dismissive wave.
Everyone gasped at the cruelty of the Pedicator and watched as the man was dragged away. Barric stayed his hand for now, knowing they would soon liberate the poor man.
"These gay acts were outlawed for a reason you fools! Morhed has always had a macho warrior culture. The brave men of our city have always gotten along closely, though perhaps too closely. They engaged in their queer little relationships, but when those relationships came to an end it always led to the inevitable drama. The bottoms would whine and cry and with the men distracted by the needless dramatics they all became less effective warriors. Besides, in the end it just generally threw off the vibes and got in the way of gains," Draucus explained, with a dismissive wave. "Now leave my palace, or join that queer in the dungeon of machoization!" he threatened.
The King grit his teeth as he was the first to step forward at the Pedicator's threat. The Duke of Morhed raised an eyebrow at this blatant show of defiance, but soon enough the King was joined by his party and new friends as they all refused to step back.
Barric pointed straight at Draucus.
"We aren't leaving until you are dethroned! Your unjust laws have gone on long enough and we are here to put an end to this! I've learned a lot these past few days. A lot about myself! I've learned about the true joys of gayness and I'm here to tell you-"
Layla opened her mouth to try and interrupt her step brother, but just before any words could come out, another voice spoke up first.
"Oh my gods! Are you going on about this again? I'm so tired of it!" Quinn yelled, cutting Barric off.
Layla smiled and held her tongue.
The entire throne room was silent once again as all eyes were now on the cat boy.
Barric turned around.
"Quinn? What's the matter?" he asked.
Quinn looked far beyond annoyed as he spoke.
"I'll tell you what the fuck is the matter! What the fuck is wrong with you people first of all?! It doesn't fucking matter if you're top or bottom it's still gay! And if everyone is doing something that is supposed to be illegal and just trying to hide it, then what's the point of it being illegal? What's the point of something that doesn't hurt anyone being illegal? In fact it helps people!" Quinn said.
The entire room remained silent as the cat boy went off.
"I'm just so fucking sick of all these labels, titles, and words! None of that shit matters! Everyone can fuck who ever they want to and be referred to how ever they want and they don't have to fit any labels! Barric! You can fuck who ever and it can be dudes or girls or anything in between, but please don't make any of it your whole personality! You're so much more than that!" Quinn went on.
Barric nodded proudly and kept quiet as Quinn went on.
"But as much as I'm sick of labels, the one I can't stand anymore is him! I hate being him! I want to be her! I guess this shit just isn't that simple, but please just call me her from now on, you can still call me Quinn, but anything but him!" the cat girl begged, falling to her knees with both her hands on the floor as tears began to fall.
There was an awkward silence for a moment as everyone watched, unsure what to do. Layla gave Barric a little shove. He took a few steps forward and let out a sigh and put on his best reassuring smile.
The huge King dropped to one knee and wrapped his strong arms around Quinn the cat girl, scooping her into a hug. He pressed her head to his chest and stroked her hair.
"You can be her... You can be whatever you want... Whatever you are. We still love you no matter what," Barric told her.
The little cat girl looked up at the King.
"Thank you... You can do it too, you know. You've always had the power to fuck anyone you wanted. You didn't have to worry about the title attached. Whatever happened to every hole's a goal?" Quinn asked.
A big smile spread across the King's face and he let out a hearty laugh as he hugged the cat girl once again.
"You're godsdamned right!" Barric said, grasping Quinn and holding her up as if to present her to everyone.
"She speaks the truth! Every hole is a goal! LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOO!" Barric shouted proudly!
The entire throne room erupted in cheers as the King and his party laughed hearty laughs, even Sylas let out a sigh and couldn't help but smile.
While everyone cheered the Duke's face grew red with anger until finally he could take no more. The Pedicator leaped from his throne and drew his sword, pointing it straight at the King and Quinn.
"Enough!" Draucus demanded.
The room was silent once more.
Draucus went on.
"This is a disgusting, brazen display!" the Pedicator said. "You're all just… just… you're all just a bunch of FAGS!" he roared.
Everyone in the room gasped, Sylas narrowed his eyes and grit his teeth.
Barric gently put Quinn down and placed himself between the man and the cat girl. The King balled his fist and took a quick step forward, easily sidestepping Draucus' sword. The King delivered his right fist firmly into the mouth of the Pedicator sending him sprawling back onto the floor and a few of his teeth flying.
The Duke laid there on the cold stone floor groaning as the room remained silent and the King stood over him.
"You're right… We are a bunch of fags," Barric began. "But I'm one of those fags now… and all these other fags… ARE MY FRIENDS!" the King said, making a fist and pointing his thumb at himself.
Once again the throne room burst into cheers and the guards that had flanked the throne threw down their weapons. Irrumare scooped Barric onto his shoulders while Cinaedus scooped up Quinn and paraded them around the throne room to the cheers of the city's freshly liberated people.