The Grey, Sad Wolf
**Thank Studphish for the ideas (even if you don't know him) and for helping me with feedback... couldn't have written this alone. It was loads of fun to write, though, and very different in content from what I'd usually do. I hope I got the emo part right. :)
Nevermind the age disclaimers, if you're not 18 you're not on this site anyway. <_< Oh, and if 14 is young enough to classify as "cub" to you, this story fits that category too. Beware!**
Another day in school. Another day trapped in this grey, utterly boring building. The tone of the dead, looming concrete walls proved a constant remind of his own dirty, lifeless fur. He played with the thought of just being able to just being another wall, just standing there gloomy, untouched by whatever happened. That was all he wanted, to not be noticed. His slightly slumped posture and his dirty-grey fur had always kept him an outcast, the other wolves never accepting him into their packs. Just as well, they'd only laugh at him and torment him with whatever their sick minds could come up with. He had no friends and while it was what made him feel so bad about himself, the very thought causing a tear to fall from the corner of his eye, actually having packmates would only be more painful. Nobody wanted anything to do with an omega wolf, least of all his own kind.
He glanced at his watch, having to pull back the sleeves of his jacket to see the time. Still several minutes before class. Several more eternal moments to spend just standing here like a ghost, unseen by anybody. He wore a long-sleeved jacket even though it was rather hot, and it caused him to pant rapidly to keep from passing out. The leathery jacket was both a cause and an effect. He wore it to conceal his arms, which had only a few tufts of fur left, due to him gnawing them when he was alone. He liked it that way, the physical pain relieved the one in his soul, replacing the unbearable with one he could accept. It also served to cover his fur, the dirty color of which he was so ashamed of. He figured that it was his namesake, even his parents tossed him aside. Everyone else had a positive name, but Greycoat was Greycoat. Grey like a rat.
The bell rang, snapping him out of his thoughts. 'Great, time for another lesson in futility.' He grabbed his worn bag and plodded over to the classroom, his tail dragging behind him on the dirty floor underneath. He couldn't remember the last time he had any reason to wag it. He could almost hear everybody whisper about him as he entered the already-full low-roofed room. They all laughed at him, or so he felt. Laughed at him under their breath, pointed at him when he had his back turned. He sat down by the first empty desk. The lesson felt like it took forever, his history teacher going on and on about the civil wars, the slavery and the whole thing. He scribbled notes on the blackboard, each touch of the chalk sounding like a pained cry for help to Greycoat. He didn't listen. He never listened, education was pointless anyway. Every page of his notebook was filled with stick figures, words in improvised gothic fonts, and the occasional flower, all in black and white, reflecting the real world. Except there were many black things in his notebook, unlike reality, where his page lay blank save for countless tears bleaching away the ink that once made his image.
"Greycoat!" snapped the teacher. "What was the name of the brave president who abolished slavery?"
"I... I don't know, I wasn't paying attention..." Greycoat muttered.
"Bah, if it was up to kids like you, slavery would never have been done away with. Hyenas and cheetahs would be picking cotton and getting whipped." the teacher replied, annoyance in his voice. The class chuckled again at Greycoat's incompetence. He felt the shame burning in his ears, which undoubtedly were bright red. Oh, if he could only cease to be.
Eventually it was time for a break. Greycoat rushed out of class, outside, the harsh and cold winter air cooling off his overheated body. He walked a long way, leaving pawprints in the snow behind him. He needed to relieve the pain. He ventured behind the gym building, to a spot the cold wind didn't reach, and took of his jacket. The cold was still bitter, but without the wind to drive in into the very bone, he was impervious to it. He gnawed on his arm again, releasing the tension as his fangs dug into his grey skin. Then he heard somebody say something and immediately released his arm. He looked around and saw a group of older cougars looking at his from a few meters away. Goddamnit. He almost burst out crying. Now they'd spread this secret around school too, making him even more miserable. Or they'd beat him up. It wouldn't be the first time. 'Maybe they'll finish me off this time' he thought almost hopefully. As they approached, now silent, Greycoat pressed against the wall. Maybe if he could just spark whatever sympathy they had, they wouldn't leave visible marks...
The four cougars assembled in a half-circle around him. "Just leave me alone, please..." Greycoat whined, his body visibly shaking as he pressed ever closer to the wall. Instead of the expected punches, the largest and seemingly strongest one put a gentle paw under his chin, lifting Greycoat's head so their eyes met. Greycoat quickly averted his gaze. "A little wolf such as yourself shouldn't be out here alone, it's fucking cold..." the lead cougar spoke, with a soft and smoky voice, and trailed off. He glanced at his friends, who nodded in unison. "We've noticed you're all alone and it's pretty sad, isn't it?" He continued. The wiped the tears off Greycoat's cheek. "So come over to our lair after school today... we'll figure out something fun to do, my little wolf friend." he finished, feline eyes glimmering with mischief Greycoat didn't see. He got their address, and they left him alone behind the gym again. He felt elated. Those cats actually wanted to be his friends? He had to sit down in the soft snow, feeling almost euphoric. They didn't despise him despite his ugly fur, despite the way he gnawed his arms?
He stood up again. To hell with school. They'd call his parents but he didn't worry about that for the moment, instead scampering over to the bus stop as fast as his paws could carry him. As he sat on the bus, he was shaking visibly. He didn't even know the names of his newfound friends, except for the last name of their leader, Highfield. The rest of the day went quickly, and Greycoat was unable to concentrate on anything. He washed his dirty tail and the rest of his tangled fur, wanting to look a bit acceptable if he was to do something with his buddies, even combing all of it carefully.
He put on some clean clothes, and before he knew it, he was on his way, sitting on the bus again, his canine heart beating excitedly in this chest, so hard he could almost hear it. The address seemed to be in poor quarters, full of tall grey apartment buildings, looming dangerously over equally colorless streets. But Greycoat didn't see it that way anymore, he instead felt happy - maybe being grey wasn't so bad after all. No matter how depressing the area was, his nice new friends were here. He quickly found the right street, and followed along it. He noticed that the population around these parts was mostly hyenas and similar, and felt slightly uneasy... if he could just find the right house faster... fear mixing with his excitement, he noticed he had reached his goal. He quickly went over to the door, punched in the code the cougars had given him on the keypad, and the door snapped open. He went inside. The lighting was poor and the elevator apparently out of commission, which annoyed him slightly. Oh well, a few stairs wouldn't stop him. He walked up then at a steady pace, his paws making hardly any sound at all other than the click of his claws against the cold and dirty floor. The air was damp and apparently the ventilation didn't work either, as Greycoat could hardly breath. By the time he got to floor 11, he was panting heavily. 'Here it is, Highfield.' Greycoat drew a deep breath and knocked on the door.
It opened quickly, the familiar mountain lion appearing at the door. "Hey..." mumbled Greycoat, still not daring to look him directly in the eyes. He shuffled his paws a bit. "Hey, little wolf. So you decided to come." the cougar grinned. "You don't even know my name do you? It's Hunter. Now come along and I'll explain what kind of fun we'll be having." Greycoat followed Hunter inside. "It's my parent's place", Hunter explained. "But they're out of town so I hang out here with my friends... and now you, too." Greycoat memorized every word of his charming new friend as he followed him to what seemed like a bedroom, except there was no bed. There was a little set of drawers, but other this, and some strange rings fastened in the wall, the room was empty. There was a strange bitter smell in the air, not quite smoke but similar.
"Now..." the cougar stopped and turned around to face Greycoat again. "I... and eventually my friends are going to show you a few fun things to do, things you probably didn't know of before"... he licked his lips. "And I'll need you to trust me completely. Do you?" Greycoat nodded eagerly, meaning it. He had never trusted anybody as much as he did Hunter. He wanted so badly to please him, to feel like he belonged.
"Good... so kneel. Get down on your knees, my lupine friend." he spoke. Greycoat was a bit confused by what the cougar was planning. Hunter saw this and quickly added "It's kind of an initiation rite, so you can be our friend". Greycoat quickly lowered himself to a kneeling position, feeling good as he did it, feeling accepted. "Close your eyes." The wolf did. He heard hunter open a few drawers, and then he was back by him. He felt a piece of fabric gently tied around his head, covering his eyes. Hunter pulled the knot tight, and then withdrew his hands again. "You can open your eyes if you wish now" he remarked, as he continued rustling around in the drawers. "Remember, don't disappoint me. You'll like this." he reminded. Greycoat tried opening eyes now, but saw nothing still with the black blindfold over his eyes.
He heard Hunter get behind him. "Put your hands behind you, pet." he ordered. Greycoat complied, and felt the cougar snapping shut some cold metal objects around his wrists. He twitched and let out a little whine, the metal feeling harsh on his gnawed-raw arms. He almost panicked, but didn't want to let his friend down. "Good wolf, we're going to be really good friends, I can tell..." Hunter murmured and patted Greycoat on the head after finishing what he was doing, causing his heart to flutter. He did the same to his legs, and Greycoat could feel him fastening some sort of chain to the cuffs, which he then fastened to something else, most likely those rings in the wall. He tried moving his arms, but discovered they were together tightly, and he was hardly able to move at all. Greycoat started feeling a bit uneasy, but pushed the though aside. Hunter was his friend, he wouldn't do him harm... this was just a part of some game or something.
"Now for my favorite part." The cougar withdrew some heavier object that made a clinky sound from the drawer. "And what will be your favorite part as well, my little pet." Greycoat felt Hunter brush aside his neckfur, and then a contact of leather on his skin. With a few deft movements, he fastened the collar tightly around his neck, securing it so tightly it almost blocked the flow of blood. "There, don't you feel better now, pet?" Greycoat did. The feeling of the collar tightly around his neck had put him into some euphoric state, giving him a feeling of security and multiplying his naive trustfulness, and he nodded his head submissively to answer the question.
"Then we're all ready for the fun." The cougar extended his claws and swiftly tore off Greycoat's clothes and discarded them, leaving Greycoat completely naked, gnawed arms visible to all. Now the panic surfaced. He threw himself forward, and howled as the the metal painfully cut into his arms and paws. "Relax, bitch." Hunter came over and whisphered gently into his ear. "Just relax, I know how you feel. Remember, it's an initiation, we've all gone through this..." Despite the searing pain in his arms, Greycoat felt somewhat relieved. 'If my friends could do this, so can I...' he told himself, but still felt afraid. He heard the other cougars entering the room, all three of them. Hunter got behind him as he stood on his knees and pushed him harshly so he fell forwards, unable to stop his fall with his hands tied around his back. His muzzle smacked into the ground and pain shot up through him. "Aww, did it get hurt? Let's make up for that..." Hunter spoke softly, and the three of his friends chuckled. Greycoat yelped as he suddenly felt Hunter's paws around his sheath and balls, much to the amusement of his friends. "Relax, wolf, you're doing fine.", he whispered into the, his hot breath on his ear. "Don't fight it..." He squeezed Greycoat's balls slightly, coaxing another whimper from him. "You like that, eh? Like having your balls touched?" He was starting to feel pleasure from the gentle caressing, and the tip of his penis was emerging from it's sheath. Hunter focused his soft paws on it, not stopping for even a second. "It feels good, doesn't it? You like having somebody control you, to do things to you." He leaned over and pinched Greycoat's neck with his teeth. "Moan, bitch. I want to hear you moan.", he commanded, and tightened his grip around Greycoat's hardening member, licking and pinching his neck at the same time. Quickly Greycoat was panting heavily and whining with arousal. "Seems he's all ready, guys." Hunter growled, now with a menacing tone, and stopped pawing his fully erect, bright red cock. Instead he grabbed the wolf's tail and lifted it, poking a bit at his puckered tailhole. His fingers were wet with some kind of lubricant, and he pushed a finger inside, wiggling it around a bit, causing the young wolf a strange, new kind of of sweet pleasure and pain.
Meanwhile another one of the cougars had positioned himself in front of Greycoat. His spiny cougar penis was fully erect and dripping precum, as he rubbed it onto the wolf's nose and lips. Greycoat inhaled the scent of his sex deeply, inadvertly becoming even more aroused by it. He wasn't completely unfamiliar with sex, but being only fourteen, he didn't realize what to do next. The cougar slapped his chin with his claws slightly extended, leaving shallow cuts and causing Greycoat to yelp with pain again. "Open your mouth, wolf bitch", he snarled. He did, and immediately the feline thrust his cock deep into his muzzle. "Suck it. Lick it with your raspy wolf tongue, bitch. Now." His body too aroused with lust to resist, Greycoat took the cougar's cock into his mouth, lapping eagerly at the sticky fluid dribbling from it's head. The large cougar began to purr and growl with pleasure as he thrust his hard member in and out of Greycoat's mouth. He felt so happy despite obviously being used, at least they liked him. They appreciated what he did.
Suddenly he felt a jolt of sharp pain as his ass was forced open, Hunter inserting his throbbing member into his guts all the way to his soft balls. His spines only caused more pleasure as they sawed across his sensitive tailhole. He desperately wanted to reach down and play with his dripping wolfhood, but couldn't. Instead he thrust his ass back so Hunter could get in deeper and faster, wanting nothing more than to cum.
At the front the second cougar was getting ready to do exactly that, he grabbed Graycoat by the heavy collar around his neck and pulled his muzzle all the way onto his member, almost causing him to gag. He thrust a few more times, and then growled heavily as his cock spasmed and flooded the wolf's mouth with his voluminous cougar seed. Graycoat swallowed quickly, not so much for liking the taste but so he could continue breathing, guzzling down the thick, musky liquid. The mountain lion seemed to cum forever, and when he finally withdraw, slapping the wolf again as he did so, Greycoat barely had the chance to draw breath before one of the two remaining cougars took his place. His jaws were all sore from the previous one but he suckled and licked the sensitive organ as much as he could.
Soon after, Hunter dug his claws onto Greycoat's sides and thrust as deep as he could, luxuriating in the feel of the young wolf's still tight hole around him. He pounded him hard, his spines again digging into Greycoat's tender flesh, leaving it red and raw. It'd almost certainly hurt like hell once the wolf came out of his endorphine haze. As he felt the pressure build up and his balls tightening, he bit into Greycoat's neck hard, drawing blood, which he eagerly lapped up. The metallic aroma and the way the wolf jerked from the unexpected pain pushed him over the edge. cock throbbing in the wolf's guts. Greycoat could feel him twitching, and despite his back burning like fire after Hunter's biting, that triggered his own orgasm. It didn't go unnoticed. Hunter, still in the throes of his own pleasure, reached down and roughly squeezed the wolf's knot and shaft. He came more intensively than he ever had before, his howl only stifled by the cougar penis in his muzzle. He shook and arched his back as much as the restraints would allow him and his canine cock lanced out thick ropes of his cum onto the floor. Hunter stayed inside him, basking in the afterglow, until the wolf slumped down, utterly spent from the strongest orgasm he had ever felt. Then he pulled out, and the last cougar took his place behind him, fucking his limp body. The two came simultaneously, squirting more of their thick feline sperm inside him. Greycoat just felt utterly content despite his fur having gotten all sweaty and messy from cum, and after a few moments of recovery, Hunter released the chains from his paws, removed the collar from his neck (leaving Greycoat feeling empty and vulnerable) and ripped off the blindfold. The wolf, confused at what was happening, didn't move. "Up. Now." he said, the soft tone entirely replaced by annoyed angriness. As Greycoat stood up, Hunter grabbed him by his neck and started pulling him towards the door. "But... my clothes!" Greycoat tried to protest. "No, you don't need them. Now walk." the cougar growled, his claws piercing through the wolf's fur.
He quickly dragged him out of the door, down the messy stairs, and to the outer door. "Now get out." "But I'm naked... and... and... we're friends" Greycoat stammered, almost crying again. Hunter snickered and then laughed right in Greycoat's spunk covered face. "What, you? Some grey arm-gnawer? You'll never be cool enough to hang out with us, stupid wolf. You could only be our whore." And with that Hunter opened the door and kicked Greycoat in the back, sending him flying headfirst into the deep snow outside. His mind reeled from the shock. He couldn't even get up anymore, and just laid there in the snow, broken and bleeding as he began to cry.
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