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Warning: This chapter has a lot of really graphic things, including slurs, non-consensual sexual acts, and violence. If you're not ok with that, you may want to skip this chapter.

The new apartment was cramped and small. My sister and I shared a room, and my dad slept on the couch. Even though it was small, our few possessions did little to make it cozy. The walls were cracked and yellowed with water damage, and the carpet gave everything a musty smell. It had supposedly been a motel at in the 70s, but I couldn't imagine anyone willing to stay there.

My dad said that the rent was week to week, which he liked because it meant that he could give a little at a time while he searched for a new job. I liked it because it suggested that this place was only temporary.

There wasn't wiggle room to hide anything in the close quarters. I had thought about writing Jude another letter, but I only had one envelope left, and I wanted to save it in case I really needed it in the future. I missed my old room. With my dad living of off the couch, and my sister refusing to leave our room, I had no place for privacy but that bathroom, which only came in short segments before the questions started rising.

The neighbors were much like the building; old and stained by life. There wasn't much eye contact when we moved in, except from an older female snow leopard with a faint Russian accent, who liked to stand in her doorway, smoking. He kept a pail full of sand that she'd ash in occasionally. I could feel her staring at me when we were moving things in from the car. I tried to ignore her, but she was being anything but subtle. She introduced herself as "Sleeahvah," or something like that. She had a bit of a slut to her voice, so it was hard to tell when her words started and stopped. She said that she was the eyes of the building. I wasn't sure if that was a threat or an offer for help. Or both.

My dad was still on his crazy streak, convinced that he was doing the right thing. We had left everything from our lives behind with no notice. Our house, my car... my mom. He was hiding from something. I didn't allow myself to ask too many questions. We basically lived under the radar like criminals. We were told not to talk to anyone, or answer the door if someone knocked. I started to wonder if he was maybe on drugs, but I didn't know enough about them to really tell. I think he just snapped, and him leaving his fractured life was the only way he could control the chaos.

So, we lived in a crappy apartment on top of each other, my sister and I became unwilling shut-ins, and I had no way of hearing from Jude.

In essence, life was shit.

It hadn't been more than a week when my dad had come back from some errand he refused to tell us about with a stack of mail in his hands. He sat down on the couch, and I watched him from the floor as he sifted through various pieces of junk mail from previous tenants, occasionally pulling out something actually addressed to him. He stopped on a thin white envelope and held it up. He flipped it over to look at the back, and flashed a large "RETURN TO SENDER: WRONG ADDRESS" written on the front.

I felt my entire body run cold. It was my letter to Jude. My father looked up at me from the letter as he flipped it around.

"What is this?" he huffed.

"I-I don't know," I said, feeling myself frozen to the floor.

"It has your name on it."

"I don't know, really." My fingers tingled, and my eyes stared at the letter.

"Well," he said, shoving a finger into the corner and ripping it open. "Let's find out the truth."

"No!" I said, bolting up and reaching for the letter.

My father pulled up away from my reach and raised an eyebrow. "Sit back down," he commanded.

I felt my legs collapse and my rear landed firmly on the ground. It was all over.

"Dear Jude," he began reading.

My eyes darted for the door. I could make it if I ran. But what if he caught me? Where would I go?

I realized that he had stopped reading outload. He had a stern frown on his face as he eyes traced over the lines. I desperately tried to remember what I had written. What secrets was he reading? His breathing got more audible, and his muscles tensed.

I closed my eyes. I was dead. Even if I made a run for it, he'd find me. I knew he would. Running would just make it worse. I heard paper crumple into a ball. I didn't even see the first punch coming.

I flopped down on the musky carpet, clenching my jaw as a flood of curses and insults swelled from my dad. My head pulsed in pain. "How could you do this you fucking faggot? Your mother is dead because of you! You killed her!" I felt something hit my shin, and I curled forward. A fist hit my side and nocked the breath out of me. I curled up as tight as I could. "You fucking take this like a man!" Rough hands tried to pull me apart, but I was hanging on for dear life. I felt the ground move under me as he pulled me by my antlers across the room. I felt a kick to my kidneys and another to my ass. A punch to my shoulder, and the back of my head followed. Then nothing. I heard him breathing heavily above me, and then him walking to the door and leaving. I stayed curled up, shaking. I tasted blood in my mouth.

I peeked my eye out just enough to see my sister standing in the doorway of our room. She just stood there and stared until she disappeared behind the closed door.

The tears stung as they hit the cut on my jaw. My wounds pulsed with heat while the rest of me was cold. I clutched my knees tighter. I could hear my father yelling outside. The door hadn't shut all the way.

"You know," I heard a Russian accent say. "I have place that can help."

"What do you mean?" my father asked, catching he breath.

"It is school. For young men to be... corrected."

"Does it work?"

"They are very persistent." There were a few moments of silence. "Let me call my cousin. Admissions are next week. Get him patched up, I'll give my best recommendation."

"Thank you."

I heard the door swing open and gently shut. Hooves walked up to me. Something hit my face and made me jump. The hooves walked away. I opened my eyes and looked at the towel lying next to me. I reached for it, and pulled myself over to the kitchen. I leaned against the counter and wiped up what I could. Everything was sore. My tears ran down my face as I wadded up the towel and laid down on the ground. I'd spend the night there.

The next week was like some strange nightmare. My dad had become extremely distant, yet he never left the apartment, except for once when the Russian lady came by. He kept an eye on me. I wasn't allowed to leave the living room. I was given a blanket and the towel that had now become my pillow. I was more a prisoner now than I had ever been before, and I knew that only worse was coming. The solitary thing that kept me going was the thought of seeing my smiling fox again. He would make any of this worth it if I could be with him in the end.

By the time my cuts had healed and the swelling was gone, it was time to leave for the school.

My dad leading me to the car was like I was walking on death row. The old Russian lady smiled as we passed. I wanted to hit her. But it wasn't worth the fight.

The drive was long and uncomfortable. We were driving through lots of farmland that all looked the same. Occasionally a patch of trees or a barn would break up the monotony. It was a dreary day with no wind. The humidity with the late summer heat made the car almost unbearable, but my dad refused to open the windows or turn on the air conditioning. I didn't fight him on this. I had a feeling it was better to save my strength.

After about an hour and a half, we pulled into a small compound surrounded by trees. 'Dunhill Academy for Troubled Boys' a sign read at the entrance. There were several buildings spread about with hand painted signs that told what each one was for. 'Bathroom', 'Class Rooms', "Dormitory". None of it looked very promising. We pulled up to one labeled 'Office' where a heavyset female skunk greeted us.

"Mr. Helm," she said smiling as she walked up to the car. "So wonderful to have you here. And this must be Darrick." She nodded to me through the window. I didn't nod back. "Well, he doesn't look so bad. We'll have him straightened out right quick! Mr. Helm, if you'd like to follow me, Patrick there will escort Darrick to meet the other boys."

I looked over and jumped as I saw a bear standing outside the door with his nose close enough to fog the glass. He opened it, and a tight grip wrapped around my arm and pulled. I undid my seat belt and stumbled on the ground as he yanked me away from the car to the building labeled 'Commons'. The bear shoved me through the door, and I found myself standing in a room with about 17 other teenage boys, all staring at me from a collection of mismatched couches. They were wearing identical green polo shirts with 'DATB" embroidered on the pockets. I looked behind me to see the bear perching himself on a stool by the door.

"Fag," I heard from one of the boys, making me turn back around. The group laughed. I looked back at the bear, but he stood, un-phased.

"Think he'll last as long as the last one?" a donkey with a scar on his eyebrow asked.

"I dunno, why don't you ask Phil?" a tabby cat said, nudging a rather buff looking goat next to him.

"For the last time, I'm not a fag," the goat said, looking me up and down. "But, nah. He ain't gonna last long."

The group laughed again.

"Well, are ya just going to stand there?" the donkey asked. He patted the seat next to him. I cautiously walked over and sat down. The couch was not very comfortable. "Name's David," the donkey said, extending a hand. I shook, trying not to wince at how hard he squeezed down. "We're just giving you a hard time 'cuz you're new."

"Whatchya in for?" a thin lizard sitting on the back of the couch opposite me asked, he tongue flipping in front of his mouth.

"I... I don't know," I said, moving my eyes around to the faces watching me.

"Fag," a pig said.

"Yeah, that's what Phil said too," the tabby said, nudging the goat again.

"Shut up!" the goat neighed. "I told you, I got caught with pot by my old man."

"Yeah, I don't think that was a bong you were sucking on," the pig said, followed by the group laugh again.

"I'm not gay," I said, trying to kill anything that might be already held against me in here.

"Oh good!" David said, slapping me on the back. "Patrick!" he said, leaning over to look at the bear. "Go get his parents! He's already cured. You can send him home!" The bear's expression didn't change. "Look," he said, turning to me. "Guys don't end up here because there isn't something wrong with them. I don't care if you like dick. Just don't suck me off when you get the craving, ok? You're not getting out of here any quicker if you fake it, either. Just admit it, and it'll be better. Ok?" He rubbed my back, hitting my sore shoulder. "So, are you gay? You can tell us."

I looked around at the faces surrounding me. They all had sincere smiled on. My head nodded, and the entire group exploded.

"Faggot!" a Labrador yelled, rolling on the floor laughing.

"I can't believe he fell for it! What a sucker!"

I tried to sink back into the couch and disappear, but the laughing donkey kept pulling me back up.

"QUIET!"

The room went silent, and all the boys stood perfectly still with their hands on their laps. I looked over at the skunk, who had a pair of mirrored sunglasses on.

"I don't know what kind of school you think this is," she said, walking to the middle of the cluster of couches, stiff, with her hands folded behind her back. "But it's not one that needs this much laughter!" She turned to me. "Boys, this is Darrick. He was just dropped off today. Be nice to him." A smile crept across her thin muzzle. She turned away. "Classes start tomorrow. I want you to show Darrick to his bed. Keep an eye on him. Let him know the rules. AND NO LAUGHING." She walked back out of the cluster. "Got it?"

"Yes Ms. Gump." The group said in unison. The skunk smiled, and walked off, giving a nod to the bear as she passed by. He didn't nod back. Was he asleep?

I watched the door close behind the skunk and I turned to a mob of sinister smirks looking back at me. I discretely wiped the sweat from my palms on my pants.

David gave a grunt as he hoisted himself up and started walking towards the door. "Coming?" he asked without turning to me.

I looked at the smiles, and saw the goat give me a slow wink, and I bolted up and followed the donkey, feeling my stomach tie in knots.

I watched the bear as we got closer. His eyes were open just barely. As David reaching him, a large furry arm jutted out in front of him. David didn't even flinch.

"Just showing the new guy to his bed, Patrick. You heard Ms. Gump. Orders right from the top!"

The arm slowly lowered and returned to its position across the bear's belly. His eyes followed me as I walked past.

David led me across the compound to a building almost identical to the one we had just come from, only inside were a cluster of metal bunkbeds desperately In need of new paint. Along the wall were cubbies with green shirts hanging up, and pants, all neatly folded, all identical to the one next to it. The far end of the building was a tiled space with 3 showerheads sticking out of the wall, and a toilet in the corner, sitting open for all to see.

CLANG CLANG CLANG. I jumped as David slapped his hands on the side of a bunk. "Aren't you lucky?" he said, turning to me. "We get to be bunk mates. I already called top. So, that means this one's yours." He pointed to the bottom mattress which had fivr sets of folded green polos and pants sitting neatly in the middle. "Now, for the grand tour! There!" he said, pointing across the small building. "That's where you hang your stuff. The empty one is yours. There, that's the showers. And that... is Sheela," he said, pointing to the toilet. "She's a dirty girl."

"There... there aren't any curtains?" I asked nervously.

"Not in good ol' Dunhill. We've got nothing to hide! Why, are you scared you're gonna pop a chub watching us?"

"No," I said quickly. "I'm just... I've never showered in public before."

"Well, get used to it. We're pretty much under constant surveillance here." He pointed up to a camera, which was aimed across the entire room, including the showers.

"Isn't that illegal?"

"First thing you gotta know about Dunhill," he said, placing a hand on my shoulder and gripping down. "You have no rights. Second thing: you do whatever Ms. Gump tells you to do." He let go of my shoulder, and hiked himself up onto his top bunk. I sat down next to my pile of shirts. "No one believes me when I tell 'em this stuff, so don't be stupid like the rest of them and test it out." He started hiking up his left pant leg. "I've got the scars to prove why it's a bad idea." His leg was marked with scars sticking out from his fur. They didn't look like he had healed well.

My heart raced as I watched the leg swing above me. Where the hell was I?

David rolled his pants down, and hopped down. "Now, you better get into your uniform, and get rid of those clothes you brought in, or Ms. Gump is going to have blood."

I immediately pulled off my shirt, and reached for a polo. I swear I could see David watching me from the corner of my eye, but he was turned around, scratching some paint off the metal pole by the time I looked up. I quickly changed my pants.

He took me around the compound, showing me where everything was, and filling me in on some of the insane rules that now dictated my life, peppering in horrific stories of guys he had known over the several years he had been there that didn't follow them, each one cementing the idea that if I was going to survive this, I needed to lay low and be quiet.

As darkness fell, he took me to the building labeled with a simple "Food" sign. We were treated to a large vat of some sort of baked noodle dish and some stale bread slices. The way the other guys ate it gave me a hint that I shouldn't expect such fine nutrition in the future.

The evening wore on, and the guys left me alone for the most part. I would occasionally hear snickering and look over to see a group of heard turn quickly. But, words were the least of things that could apparently hurt me here, so I didn't pay it much mind.

The night was restless and uncomfortable as I desperately tried to get used to the choir of snores coming from every direction. David, as I found out, had a habit of letting his arm hang over the side of the bed, and would often jolt in his sleep, either hitting my face, or rocking the entire bed so much I thought it would fall over.

My eyes were still open by the time I heard a speaker outside blast a cracking trumpet alarm. The Lights flashed on, and the beds suddenly came alive as everyone started rolling out of their sheets. My body ached from tossing all night and getting no rest. I slowly turned over and noticed that all the guys were started to strip down to their fur. I saw something fall from the bunk above me.

"GAHHHH!" I yelled as a giant cock flopped infront of me. David landed with a loud clump of his hooves. I flipped over, and yelled again as a bare pig ass faced me. I jolted up in bed, and looked over at David who was laughing at me.

"You better hurry," he said, itching just below his balls, making his junk shift against the side of his hand. "The hot water doesn't last long, and we have to take turns.

I watched in horror as the naked guys all lined up behind the shower heads. With a creek, the tarnished metal spouts all shot out a stream of water. David had already made it into one of the lines, and I realized that the empty spot at the end was intended for me. I swung my legs over the bed, pulled off my shirt, stood up, unbuttoned my pants, and looked up. The camera's red light glared. I looked back at the showers. David was looking back.

"Don't think about skipping or there will be blood!" he shouted before turning back and shifting forward in his line.

I reluctantly let my pants drop and pulled off my underwear. I cupped my hand around my package and meekly wandered up to my spot behind the pig. He was already sweating, and the odor was a little much for me in the morning.

"HA!" the Labrador across from me in the other line said, pointing to my crotch. "The new kids hiding! Must have a tiny dick!"

Everyone turned to me and looked down, laughing.

I felt like throwing up, having all those eyes on me. I just wanted to curl up and fade into nothing.

"You can't be smaller than Phil!"

"Hey, fuck off! It's cold in here!"

"I bet he is!"

I blushed under my fur. Jude was the only person to see me naked, ever. The sudden jump to a full house wasn't exactly easy.

"Come on, show us your tic-tac!"

Everyone laughed again. My arm muscles tensed. This was going to be my daily reality now, so what was the point to hiding? I closed my eyes, as if it would make it easier, and let my grip go.

"Damn." I heard.

I opened my eyes, and everyone was turned back around and silent.

"New kid's hung," someone whispered.

"Shut up, faggot," someone whispered back.

The line moved quickly as the guys lathered up, rinsed off and moved over to get a towel. Everyone was avoiding eye contact with me. It would feel alienating if it hadn't been such a relief from before.

When it was my turn, I stepped under the water, and instantly felt it go cold. The Labrador, who was the last one under the water yelped and jumped out. He had finished, so he just smirked and walked past. I felt something hit my hand, and my soap flew down to the ground. The snickering Labrador walked away.

I looked down at the soap at my hooves. I reached down and heard a loud excited "WHOOO!", and I jolted back up. All 17 of the guys were standing in their towels, watching me. I looked down at the soap again. It might as well have been in china, because there was no way I was bending down for them.

I stepped out of the water and David shaking head caught my eye. He mimed a whip motion. I sighed, and stepped back into the frigid water. The soap slowly spun on the tiles as the water rushed by to the drain. I slowly lowered myself in what seemed like the least compromising position.

"YEAH BABY!" someone yelled. I heard a whistle and a howl. I closed my eyes as the water hit my face, and felt the soap slide under my fingers. I finally got a grip on the slippery bar, and bolted back up.

"LATHER UP, BEAUTIFUL!"

I tried to ignore the mocking cat calls, and I began quickly soaping up what I could reach without moving too much. My hand slid down to my groin and the whistles started again. I pulled my hand back up.

CLANG.

The water flow slowed to a trickle, and the guys laughed. I stood, shivering, naked, and covered in soap suds, looking at the cruel showerhead. I could see the guys move over to the closets, dumping their used towels into a slot in the wall. I walked over to where the towel pile was, and realized it was empty. I looked around, but there were none to be found. I watched the last white salvation get crammed into the slot by the Labrador. He snickered again.

'Don't let them get to you' I said to myself to try and calm myself down. I couldn't tell if the shaking was just from the cold water anymore.

I walked over to my closet, and stood in my forming puddle, pulling on fresh clothes, which immediately darkened as they soaked up the water from my fur. Despite the heat from yesterday, the morning air was chill enough that I spent breakfast shivering, much to the delight of everyone else.

By the time we moved to the classroom, I was just damp, and the sun had warmed up the air a bit. I didn't know what I had expected for the classes, but what I got were the unpleasantly familiar homeschooling booklets. Each boy worked silently as a stern looking male badger watched on. Everyone referred to him as Mr. Huck, but he never actually introduced himself, or even talked. He didn't seem like the type that would be much help on a question either.

As I worked through my booklet, I realized how much I missed my mom. She hadn't been a great mom, but she was always there. The stark contrast of having to teach myself instead of having her kind words to encourage me made my eyes well up. I mimicked rubbing my eyes from being tired, and spent five minutes focusing on trying to control my breathing enough to not let on that I was on the verge of tears; the guys would have a field day with that for sure.

I heard the door open, and everyone looked up. I looked up too, and saw Ms. Gump striding in. Her eyes were on me. I broke the tip of my pencil as she stood in front of me, my reflection staring back in her sunglasses. "Follow me," she said, turning back, and moving back towards the door. I set my pencil in my booklet and closed it, standing up and sending my chair screeching across the floor in the silent room. Every eye was on me again, but my mind was too worried about what was going on to worry about that.

Had I messed up? Did she know I didn't wash my junk? Was there going to be blood? I stuffed my shaking hands in my pockets and hurried to catch up with the skunk.

She led me to the office, and invited me to sit down in the padded chairs across from her desk, which was neatly organized. She took off her sunglasses, and she had a smile on her face again. "Good morning, Darrick," a soft, kind voice said, throwing me off guard.

"Good morning, Ms. Gump."

Her smile widened. "How are you today? Are you enjoying our academy?"

"Well, actually..." her smile faded. "Uhh, yes. I'm enjoying it." The smile returned.

"I'm so glad to hear that! We take pride in the comfort of our students." She stared at me with that wide smile. No blinking.

I wiped my palms off on my pants again. She noticed.

"Darrick," she continued. "I brought you in today so that we could get to know each other a little better. You see, we are a tight-knit group here," she said, weaving her fingers together. "And if one thread is lose," she wagged her pinky around, "the whole thing falls apart." He paws separated.

My mind raced, still trying to figure out if I had done something wrong.

"So, Darrick, tell me about yourself." She folded her arms across the desk and leaned in.

"Well... I.... What do you want to know?" I nervously asked.

"Oh, everything, Darrick. Everything."

The way she said that made me even more nervous. "Well, I'm kind of into reading and science."

"Uh huh, go on," she said, her eyes still unblinking.

"I don't really play any sports. I was homeschooled with my sister by my mom until last year when-"

"Darrick, do you like men?" Her face was suddenly very serious.

"W-what?" I asked.

"Do. You. Like. Men," she reiterated.

My mind flashed back to what David said. Faking it wouldn't help. "Yes."

My face stung as a paw slapped me. I clapped my hand over my cheek and looked at the skunk, who was staring at me with her unblinking eyes still. I hadn't even seen her arm move. I apparently picked the wrong answer.

"Darrick, are you a homosexual?"

I wasn't sure what she was up to, so I tried the other answer. "No."

My eyes caught her lighting fast arm this time, but not quick enough to duck from getting slapped across the other side of my face. My eyes welled up.

"LIAR!" She yelled, standing up, leaning over the desk, her pointy teeth glaring at me. "If there is one thing that I cannot stand, it is a liar. PATRICK!"

The bear burst through the door, and I found myself in his grip again as he pulled me out of my chair. I was shoved out the door, and led across to the far end of the compound, Ms. Gump following close behind. In the shadows of the trees where three small sheds, each with large locks on them. Ms. Gump pulled out a ring of keys, and undid the lock on the middle shed, creaking open a heavy door. I was pushed inside and tripped over something, falling down. I looked back up at the skunk.

"This is where liars live," she said, closing the door. I heard the lock snap shut, and footsteps shuffle away.

My eyes tried moving around the room, but it was pitch black. I cautiously felt around, afraid of what I might find. What I had landed on wasn't hard, but it wasn't soft either. My fingers moved around until I felt the edges of a mat. There was cold concrete under that. I stood up, but bucked back down as my antlers hit the top of the shed. On my knees, I felt around at the smooth walls around me. It was just wide enough that I could touch both sides at the same time. My eyes pulsed, trying to capture any amount of light that I could, but the effort was in vain.

Once I was sure that I was indeed alone in the small box, I curled up on the mat and sat there. How long was I going to be in here? The scenario with the skunk played over and over in my head. I tried to figure out what I should have done; what had been my fault.

Alone with my thoughts, I lost all concept of time. My stomach gurgled, and I wish I had eaten more at breakfast. The fur on my arms reeked of soap. The pungent odor strengthened as my eyes and ears became useless. I caught myself making random noises in the effort to try and get some grasp on reality again. My voice sounded funny at it bounced around me in the closed box.

At some point, the darkness turned to nightmares. I would wake up, gasping in the hot air, my heart pounding as I tried to remember where I was and why I couldn't see. I'd cry, and drift off to sleep again, my stomach hurting from hunger.

My ear twitched as I heard footsteps. I sat up, and shielded my eyes as the door swung open. I felt a paw wrap around my arm and pull me out. The door slammed behind me, and the paw let go as I stumbled back into the bright world. I looked back at Patrick and Ms. Grump.

"Get to class!" she said.

My weak legs moved across the compound until I found the classroom. I opened the door, and saw everyone look up at me again, but they all quickly looked back down. I walked to my seat, where my notebook was still sitting with my pencil in it. I opened it up and stared at the page. My mind was blank. All I could think about was how hungry I was. My stomach groans would eco through the room. How long had I been in there? I was too afraid to ask.

At lunch, I shoveled as much food into me as I could. I found out I had been in the box for a day. It seemed like longer. I filled myself up until there was nothing left to eat. Clearly, my next meal was not a guarantee in this place.

The next few weeks were fairly calm. The gay jokes had eventually lost their novelty, and I was left to be alone as I wished. I kept my head down, and followed every rule, making up several along the way, just to be safe. I never wanted to be in that box again. I had nightmares almost every night about it.

The leaves around the compound had started to turn colors, and my thoughts were often on Jude, since this was the time of year I had realized that I loved him. I missed him so much. His face was comforting in my mind. How I wished I could feel him in my arms again. Every once in a while, I would be blessed with a dream of him. We were often cuddling in his bed. The dreams were never long enough, but they were enough to get me through the week. Jude was the goal; survival for Jude.

My sleep became my escape. I had quickly learned to become a heavy sleeper out of desperation. Now, just about the only thing that could wake me up were the nightmares and the cracking sound of trumpets. That, and feeling my wrists and ankles being grabbed.

I tried to pull back, but they were too strong. My muscles strained as I felt myself spreading out over my bed. In the dark, I could see figures standing around me. As my eyes adjusted, I realized they were the boys. Adrenaline pumped through me as I looked around trying to figure out what was going on. I heard two hooves clop on the ground beside me as David dropped into view. I felt a hand run against the side of my face and I tried to pull away.

"HEL-" my cry was cut off by a hand slapping me.

David leaned in and pressed a finger to his lips. My face stung as I watched him step up onto the bed over me. I cried out again, and felt another slap.

"You shut up," David said, getting on his knees, straddling me. "Or this is going to be a lot worse for you."

I watched him unbutton his pants, and I struggled to get my limbs back, but the more I pulled, the harder they pulled back. I felt someone grab my antlers, immobilizing my head. I opened up my mouth to yell, and another slap met me before I could make a noise.

David's body moved over mine, and I felt something hot press against my chin. The overwhelming scent of crotch hit my nose, and I struggled again. I could feel my neck muscles straining to get away.

"Ahh, fuck!" someone said above me. "His antlers are coming off!"

"That's just his velvet, idiot, read a book."

"It's all bloody!"

"Just shut up and hold him," David said, pressing his cock against my cheek.

"But I'm going to get AIDS!"

"JUST DO IT!"

"Ok... Geeze."

I tried to bite, but another slap let me know he expected it.

I could feel the cock pulsing against my face as the donkey huffed on top of me. His hips thrust, and his shaft rubbed against my fur.

"Fuck, yeah, uhh, fuck," he panted.

I felt the cock slide off from me, and the donkey grunted. A hot stream of cum landed on my face, getting in my eye. It burned and I winced as I strained again. A few more shots hit my mouth and nose. The donkey sighed, and I felt him get off of me. I was still being held down, but my antlers were free as I heard someone running to the sink to wash off their hands. I rubbed my face on the pillow, my eye swelling with tears trying to wash out the cum.

I heard the door open, and an alarm go off. Suddenly I was free. I looked up at the Labrador as his paw moved out from over the camera lens. I rubbed my eyes, trying to rub out the cum and wipe off the mess on my face. My hands were saturated in slime, and I cleaned them off on the sheets. I sat up, and felt the ripped velvet slap against my forehead. I looked over, and Ms. Gump was standing next to me, with a teary-eyed David behind her.

"Look!" David said. "He forced himself on me! Bill tried to pull him off, but his antlers fell off, and now there is blood everywhere!"

I looked around at my bed. There was indeed blood everywhere, and cum.

"WHAT?" I yelled, my eye still burning. "He forced himself on ME!"

I felt Patrick grab my arms from behind me and pull me off of the bed. He lifted me up, and I tried to kick. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed until I couldn't breathe. I went limp in his arms as he stomped to the sheds. As Ms. Grump undid the padlock, Patrick set me down and began pulling off my shirt. I was too busy catching my breath to fight back, and he pushed me back into the shed and tugged off my pants. With a slam, I heard Ms. Gump say "This is where liars live" and then the snap of the padlock.

I laid on the mat and bawled. How did I end up back in here? What did I do wrong?

I stayed in the darkness for five days. By the time they opened up the door, I was too weak to even turn my head. I could feel my ribs sticking out; I hadn't eaten since dinner the night they put me in. I felt a water bottle move to my lips, but the lukewarm water stung on its way down. I felt clothes slide over my body, and Patrick had to carry me to the food building, were I was given a meal. After a few bites, my stomach felt full enough that I couldn't take anymore. Patrick sat there until I finished my plate, and I was lead back to my bed.

As I struggled to find the strength to pull my sheets over me, I heard snickers in the darkness.

Survival and Jude. Survival and Jude. Survival and Jude.