#town-x

There they were the townspeople of X, drinking and having orgies of momentous proportions like the norm, when the first strike of lightening hit one of the trees by the lake, dropping a branch the size of North Dakota on top of one of the orgy groups, killing the four who had just reached their climax, instantaneously. All of the other groups stopped, wide-eyed and not sure if that had really happened.

“Did… Are they gone?” asked Lady, her face filled with disbelief.

“No way, that can’t have really killed them.” Nathan’s voice shook, as he wrapped an arm around her, his eyes never leaving the skewered foursome.

There was a scream from another group, and everyone was quick to check what was wrong.  Upon finding the source, Cherry shouted, “Are you fucking kidding me?” to an only slightly guilty looking Drake and Sloan, whom had obviously taken the time to make sure, they had finished their sexual act. “Well, at least they had all orgasmed before they died, like they would have felt anything but the high,” replied Drake, a little breathlessly. Cherry rolled her eyes and stood up heading for the maybe slightly deceased. “I’m going to make sure.”

Cruz snorted. “Because being shishkabob’d just gives you so much hope.” He pulled out of Robin and shook his head, muttering a few choice Spanish words that Cherry chose to ignore. She had gotten close, and was only about two feet away from what she thought might have been an attempt at ‘The Octopus’ when something hit the top of her head. “What the-” Her sentence was cut off by a basketball sized piece of hail that decapitated one of the already dead. “Not Seth.” There were shouts for her to back away as everyone else scrambled for cover. The image of the four who were dead was ingrained in her mind as she ran to search for cover. Her escape was half-assed because the bodies of Seth, Van, Toby, and Lola kept haunting here, which led to Leo grabbing her hand and pulling her away with him as almost everyone headed to the Learning Annex. Haven and Chris were the first two to reach it, only to find the doors locked. Banging and pulling as hard as they could, Chris ran to the other side, hoping to find an entrance that would actually allow them to enter. He had run along the whole building but no dice. When he finally made it back to door one, he found Josh and James trying to bust open a window and made to help them.

It had taken about three or four hits with his body, but finally the glass had broken. The guys had started to usher everyone in when it happened. Lightening struck them all, blasting them upwards and backwards.

Cruz groaned, his chest feeling heavy, but his lower body feeling light. His eyes still shut; he rubbed his head, cursing as he felt the impending bump. He took a deep breath, powering through the headache that was starting to make him feel a little dizzy, and slowly sat up. Everything looked intact. He felt around for any cuts or bruises, starting from the feet up. When he got to his upper thighs, he started to panic. “JESUS CRISTO YO NO TENGO MI PEEPEE MAS!” He cupped himself, almost to tears because he thought he might have been castrated. A quick glance down to his pants, and he couldn’t see anything because of his stupid boobs. Swatting at his chest, he stood up, winced from boob pain and then froze.

“HOLY SHIT CRUZ YOU’RE A CHICK!” shouted a low, unrecognizable voice. Cruz turned only to find some long haired surfer douche bag, pointing at him, or her? He flipped him off and stalked over, ready to kick his ass, when he took in the guy’s features and fell to the ground laughing. “Look in the mirror, dumbass. You’re a dude.” The guy frowned and looked down, only to scream. “FOR FUCK’S SAKE WHERE ARE MY TITS?!” Robin patted down her body, reaching her new dick and tilting her head, a little impressed, but still on the verge of sitting in the fetal position and rocking back and forth.

Further along the way, were two people with their bodies intertwined, not in a sexual way, at least not at the moment. Waking from consciousness, Josh and Smith, groaned and unwrapped themselves from each other, wincing as they took bodily inventory.

I wonder if Josh’s everything hurts too. Smith thought, still wiggling toes.

Why are you referring to me in the third person, dude? Of course my fucking everything hurts. Josh replied, well kind of replied.

Smith rolled his eyes I didn’t ask you out loud, asshole. I was just wondering. Once the completed thought rolled through him he frowned, “Wait, what the?”

Meanwhile three others were lying almost on top of each other. Sloan opened her eyes, feeling Drake on top of her and pushing at him to get off. “You’re not the fucking lightest thing in the world, Drake.” The person under her groaned and replied. “You should talk; you’re the one on me.” Her eyes widened and  she moved to look behind her, then back to who she pushed off and then back behind her. “What the fuck?”

A scream erupted from about 15 yards away. Haven’s scream. Cesar’s eyes shot open as he looked around for her. Eventually, he saw her blonde figure, still screaming, and ran to her, reaching her in the blink of an eye. He would have stopped to figure out how, except the reason she was screaming was because Chris’s neck was twisted at an odd angle and he wasn’t breathing, which was obviously not a good sign. Liv came up next to them, opening her mouth and looking like she was going to scream, but never actually screaming. Cesar frowned and tilted his head as her lips kept moving but no sound came out. He turned to look at Haven, only to find her out of sight. “What?”

Down the street, barely waking from their concussional slumber lay Chaz, Avery, Lady, Nathan and Stevie, cursing the storm that mysteriously vanished. Lady shrieked as she realized she was naked and covered herself, more scared of the fact that she didn’t know how she got naked than the whole being naked part. Nathan raised a brow and shrugged off his shirt, handing it over to her. Taking it gratefully, she slid it on, but to no avail. The shirt flew off of her. The flying clothes thing made for a skittish Avery, as she ran, on all fours, towards the trees. Arching a brow, Chaz calmly stated, “I don’t think that was an ordinary storm.” Nathan fumed, for some unknown reason, getting to his feet and growling “No shit Sherlock!” He flexed and exploded into a huge green, more muscular version of himself. “Oh my god,” Stevie gasped, and suddenly, Nathan and Chaz dropped, falling asleep almost instantly.

A small distance away, cupcakes were littered everywhere, well, everywhere around one Marie Grey. Leo scrunched up his features and tilted his head. “Where did all those come from?” Worrying her lip, Marie shrugged and pat down her pants, particularly in the buttocks area. Leo sighed, rubbing his knee. “Well, these would go great with some french fries and som-OW!” He squinted as he focused in on the couple of potatoes that fell on top of his head.

“Jesus, who threw the potato,” cursed Cherry, rubbing her head as she rotated her shoulders, knowing she was going to be sore in the morning, and not the good kind. There was a sizzle, and she felt peculiarly warm. She shook out her fingertips and sparks flew out, hitting Leo’s shirt, near his shoulder and burning through it to the skin. Her eyes widened and she looked at her fingers. “I-”

Closer to the direction that Cruz and Robin were, sat two male figures. After watching the display between the switched genders, both guys reached for their penises, sighing out of relief to find that they were present. Ciel closed his eyes, patting his crotch-al area, only to feel two bulges. That didn’t seem right. Quickly, he unzipped his pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers. “SON OF A BITCH!” He screamed. He had a penis, alright. In fact, he had enough penises to hand one over to Cruz, if he wanted.

Watching the scene unfold, Ferris hastily followed suit, not sure how he would handle two penises. At the sight of only one dick, he smiled, grabbing it to shove it back in his pants, starting to pack away the goods, pausing after about 10 seconds of attempting to pack. He looked back down and shouted, falling backwards at the sight of an engorged penis that seemed to be coming from him. A 2 foot penis was somehow worse than two normal sized penises.

While the penile worriers were freaking the fuck out, James was shifting a little ways away, slowly waking to a chirp voice that was calling out to him.

“Stop poking me you infernal witch! Poke him instead! It’s his attention you want!”

  James grimaced. “Shut up would you? I’m in pain here.” A soft cry on a frequency James could barely hear shouted, “Damnit Winters! I’m smaller than a stupid cricket and you’re about to squish me!” His eyes opened, still resistant, and found himself face to face with a miniature Pixie. He sat up, blowing away the cricket, along with its rider. “Shit. Pix? Where are you?” No answer. He crouching down, careful not to step or crush anything. “Make your cricket thing hop or something.” Within the next second the cricket jumped onto his hand, and he heard something about ‘Lord’ or ‘Master’ but all he could do was hold out his hand for Pixie to crawl into, so he could keep her safe.

A tiny sneeze and a transformation later, the cricket sprung into a larger form. Landon groaned and wiped his nose and scoped his location. All he remembered was the lighting and then, well, nothing. It was kind of disturbing because it felt like some kind of amnesia, but he was sure not much could have happened in that duration. A powerful sneeze escaped him and he unknowingly transformed into a rabbit, hopping away and wondering if he could find any carrots.

 After about half an hour of madness and hysteria, most of the townsfolk relocated to the Learning Annex. Some laughed at others. Some felt those feels. There were still a few people missing. Haven was unaccounted for. As was Avery and Landon. There were actually two of Drake, so the place didn’t seem that empty, but all of them were wondering what the hell happened. Well, the Drakes were basically trying to escape to get some alone time because it was always their dream to fuck themselves, but the afterthought was the same.

It was awhile until someone spoke up, and that someone was Chaz. He stood in front of the main entrance and cleared his throat. “Hear ye, hear ye. Okay, obviously this wasn’t your typical build up of electrons in upper clouds and a lack of electrons. We all got hit with a very paranormal type of stor-“

“No shit, Sherlock!” shouted Nathan in a fit of rage, which ended up with him hulking out again.