A World Not Unlike Our Own - Final Chapter

In a couple weeks, the majority of all allies the revolution had gained in the legislation had been subject to extreme scrutiny forcing many of them to resign. Those who didn't resign were forced to pretend they were ashamed. Eventually, the story of the orgies and the revolution and Drexel and everyone else all came out into the open. Pretty soon, the cops were banging on Drexel's door. They didn't want to punish everyone. They just wanted to set an example. The trial was broadcast all over the planet and Drexel was sentenced to four years in prison.

“Meet your new cell mate, dick face.”

Drexel sat on his prison bunk and stared at the wall. After a little while, he tried to begin chipping a tunnel into the wall in hopes that he could someday escape, but the guards quickly noticed and beat the everliving shit out of him. His cell mate, Braxton, just sat on his bunk, watching.
After a while, Drexel noticed that he was being stared at by Braxton. Drexel tried to ignore him for the entire day but couldn't help but glance over every now and then. When the call for lights out came, Drexel lay back in his bed and after a few minutes, found he was not alone. “Uh...” Drexel was speechless. “Don't worry, baby. Just let it happen.”
“Hey, man, I'm not gay. I'm the guy in here for having the hugest, straightest orgies ever.”
“Come on, I saw the way you were looking at me. If you asked me, my guess would be you are at the very least bisexual and almost definitely a virgin.”
“I am not a virgin. I've had more chicks than you have ever met!”
“Oh yeah? What was your first time?”
“It was in high school. We were in the basement and then we took our clothes off and I...Actually, I sort of, um, screwed up that time. But we tried again and, well, I...OK. I can't remember the first time but I had tons of sex this orgy season. There was that time I jumped into the back of this van of Japanese schoolgirls and totally...ah, fuck. I came prematurely every time. I'm a fucking virgin.”
“I was just kidding. But hey, I love cherries.”

That night, Drexel had sex for the first time. Braxton was as nice as prison rapists came, so to speak. After a few weeks, Drexel subbed in as pitcher for a couple innings. And do you know what? Drexel liked it just a little. Just enough where he was able to have an almost normal sexual experience for the first time in his life. Instead of blowing his load before even getting his pants off, he was able to pump away for up to ten minutes before finishing off. Prison had finally made Drexel a man.


In four years, Drexel emerged to a new planet. The highly publicized trial had gotten the public to finally admit how much other species turned them on. The courtrooms across the planet roared with arguments for and against interspecies intercourse. Those for it argued that everyone deserved to do what they wanted to do with who they wanted to do it with, provided there was mutual consent. Those against argued that this would eventually lead to same-sex marriage being legalized. Which is just fucking insane. Eventually, reason won out and the walls of segregation were finally destroyed. That is, they were metaphorically destroyed. Destroying the physical walls would have taken a lot more time and money.
Drexel was glad to finally be out, but he had grown much throughout his years in prison. He had gone through many struggles in the slammer. He was offered drugs once, but just said “No.” A guard touched him in a private area and Drexel had the courage to tell an adult what happened. Drexel finally realized what love was and discovered a lot of new things about his body. He focused on his studies and eventually graduated prison magna cum laude.
Braxton wasn't so lucky. Drexel's first love fell in with the wrong crowd and started smoking tobacco products and posting hookah pictures on the internet. He dropped out of prison during Drexel's third year to go to work camp. Drexel was sad to see him go, but deep down, he knew it was for the best. Braxton had helped him a lot but he had changed over the years. His joyous grunts during coitus had turned into angry grunts and his love making became anything but tender. The smile Drexel used to know disappeared from his face, replaced by an almost ever present scowl, which haunted Drexel's dreams and ruled his nightmares.
And now, Drexel was on his own. A graduate with no one to depend on but himself and his wits. He had always figured he would come out of prison as a fully formed grown up. But Drexel still wasn't sure what it meant to be a grown up.

“Drexel? Is that you?”
“Eliza? Holy fuck, how are you?”
“I'm great! I got a job at Cosmo writing a gardening article for women. What about you?”
“Me? Oh, I'm just out here trying to do my best and live life to the fullest. Sure, I have my struggles, but I have dealt with things in the past and I'll deal with them again. I'm not sure where I'm going in life or why but maybe it's not about the where, you know? Maybe it's all about the journey. Maybe it's about setting goals that lead only to more goals. Always working to better your life and the life of others. And my goal right now is to figure out what being a single, independent, bisexual vampire really means in this mixed up planet of ours and hopefully have a little bit of fun doing it. I look to the sun every morning when I wake and know that the day will bring me on a new adventure. As the sun lights up my room and the smell of coffee begins to fill my apartment, I feel as if I can do anything if I only keep away from drugs and keep focused on what's in front of me. I enjoy saying hello to bus drivers and pizza delivery guys, because I believe a random greeting has an amazing power to bring happiness. I also have a blog where I talk about my past and try to help those that will come after me to not make the same mistakes and realize that we are all, unwavering beams of light in what would otherwise be a very dark world.”
“Oh. Alright. Um. That's...cool?”

THE END