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prologue :
(november 22 1963)
JFK rode in his convertible down the street in Dallas Texas, the sound of his flute playing pierced the air. His wife Jacqueline humming along next to him. How John loved the feeling of wind ruffling his sky blue furry ears, he was so glad he had decided to leave the roof or the car down despite his team’s protests, leaving his petit femboy head exposed. (foreshadowing)
Suddenly! The sound of a trumpet loudly interrupted JFK’s 4th interpretation of ‘god I feel like a woman’. The bullet struck JFK’s head, Jacquaeline screamed, and everything. Went. black.
Present day: chapter name, The Last Debate
Donald Trump looked at himself in the mirror as he adjusted his tie, nervously. Tonight he had a debate with his bad boy/ex lover/ top political opponent, Joseph Biden. Donald was blushing at the thought of him but he quickly dismissed the thought. He and Joe Biden were mortal enemies, besides Joe Biden was an alpha and Donald was merely an omega. Down the hall, he could hear the sound of Melania coming home. He knew she was coming from his nemesis, Kamala’s house
It was bad enough that Kamala was a woman, it was even worse that she was stealing his wife-
he thought to himself.
With his tie thoroughly adjusted, his hair looking sharp as ever and his complexion glowing his famous orange hue Donald was ready to win another debate.
(in the white house)
“JOE”
Called Kamala Harris's voice
“JOEEE! We leave in five minutes, where are you!?”
In his bedroom Joe Biden awoke with a start to the sound of his vice president's incessant screaming. Blinking the sleep from his eyes he took in his surroundings.
-shoot- he thought to himself, suddenly very aware of his environment, he’d fallen asleep watching k-pop demon hunters again! Jumping from his huntrix themed bed, Joe Biden raced to prepare himself, quickly throwing on an oversized sweater and throwing his hair into a messy bun, he gathered his papers and headed out the door ready to stammer and stutter away at what he knew would be his last debate.
Despite him knowing that this would be his last debate with Trump, all he wanted was to keep his omega kitten happy.
They hadn’t quite confirmed if they were together or not, but Biden couldn't help but feel the connection they had was something special, not that they could accept the truth, anyway, as they were still rivals to the public eye.
Yet while on his way to the fox news station he couldn't help but feel dread to what the results of the impending election might mean for the both of them.
Alpha Kamala must have seen the distress on Joe's face as she questioned, “What are you so worried about Biden? theres no way you don't win against that femboy”
Joe knew she was trying to be helpful but at this point he wasn't sure he even wanted to win if it meant his relationship with his flute furry beauty was ruined,
“ Yeah, you're right there's no way they could overpower the pure strength of us.”
That was true but not what he wanted, if Biden could have it his way he would stay in debates with his kitten witten trumpy dumpy forever.
The stage lights shined brightly in Donald Trump’s face, only a few feet away from him stood alpha Joe Biden. The cameras were rolling and Trump and Joe were there in the spotlight, the center of attention.
“...Trump?
The interviewer had been talking to him, shoot!
“Oh yes.” he said, having no idea what she had just asked, “ it’s those democrats fault, i’m telling you. Those democrats, they cry all the time, it’s annoying quite frankly. I've never met anyone who cried as much as those democrats.”
“Okayyy.. ? I asked how your day was going.” said the reporter.
“Very good, very good, quite nice even.” Trump responded smoothly, glancing over to see if his pookie Joe looked impressed at how smoothly he had answered the question.
“Let’s just uh start uh start the interview.” suggested Biden. -god he’s hot- Trump thought to himself.
Just like that Trump was on roll, answering the questions, he could win this election easily.
“Well I took two tests, cognitive tests, I aced’m. Both of them as you know and we made it public. He took none. I'd like to see him take one,” he gestured towards alpha Biden who seemed to be giggling at something. “One just one, a real easy one. Like, go through the first five questions he couldn’t do it. But I took two cognitive tests, I took physical exams every year and y’know, we knock on wood wherever there is wood that i’m in very good health. I just won two club championships, not even senior, two regular club championships. To do that you have to be quite smart, and you have to be able to hit the ball a long way. And I do it. He doesn’t do it, he can’t hit a ball 50 yards. He challenged me to a golf match he can’t hit a ball 50 yards. Uh i think i’m in very good shape, I feel that I'm in as good a shape as I was twentyfive, thirty years ago, actually i’m probably a little bit lighter. But I'm in as good a shape as I was. Uhh, years ago I feel very good. I feel the same. But I was willing to take a cognitive test, and you know what if I didn't do well. I aced’m.” Trump answered very shortly.
The presidential candidate had learned years ago not to look this particular fo in the face while answering questions.
He knew to keep his eyes trained on the audience, usually split into three easy sections, democrats,republicans, empty chairs taken up by Malanias massive hat. Or of course just look at the moderators asking the questions, though, they were usually a five at best.
It just so happens that on this particular occasion, Trump's ego got ahead of him, and the man found himself glancing smugly at his opponent. Just as he was asked another question.
Suddenly. He couldn’t think. All he saw was Joe’s magnificent smile,beautiful blue eyes and elegantly combed back three strands of hair.
“Uh well.” he tried. “He.” He pointed to alpha pookie wookie Joe, “he couldn’t do it, he’s like a Palestinian. But they don’t like him, because he’s a very bad Palestinian, he’s a weak one.”
….
“I’d say that went very well. Don’t you think so, Joe?” Kamala asked on the way back to the white house.
Biden didn’t respond, just sped up since he was the car.
“Come on, Joe, don't be upset. He sounded like a fool up there, any sane person would vote for you in a heartbeat. Besides, I'll solidify voters' doubts when I take over and you know it.”
“Ya Kamala, I know” Biden replied, mostly for the sake of shutting her up, - boy that woman can talk- Joe thought as his mind escaped to his secret lover. Where was he now? Driving off to one of his houses, celebrating his wins, contemplating his loses. He surely still didn’t even know they weren't ever going to debate again. But Joe kept this all to himself as he and Kamala drove silently into the night.
End of chapter one I think.