Terror Fox
Thanks to bradlwlk for spell checking and Manafox for the thumb pic
This story is pure fiction and only exists in the authors mind. All similarities from real events or persons are pure coincidence. This is not a story based on random ideas not a plan to kill people nor does it tell people to go out and kill each other.
Terror Fox
Prolog
Before we start talking lets get a few things clear. I am not a communist, fascist, capitalist or anything of those very convenient explanations. I am, I guess, what people would call a terrorist; a murderer. My target never was to create anarchy or to destroy nations. My goal is exactly what it was from the start: The removal of all corruption from the world. Now if you are satisfied, or simply want to smirk like an idiot and think I'm full of bullshit, let me tell you my story...
It all started during the 1980s. Maza was born in a middle class family in your typical suburb in anytown America. A shit school system tried to teach him, not to solve problems or to help people in need, what was right and wrong according to the laws and rules. The light in his life was his family. Families of foxes working in the system just like everyone else: Mom, dad and his little sister.
Chapter one
Maza was crying. The courtroom was made to look warm and safe with its wooden panels and benches but right now it was anything but warm and safe. He tried his best to calm down and leaned forward to the microphone again.
"And then he made me watch as he shot my little sister in the head."
The lawyer nodded and sat down signaling that he was done and the defense lawyer stood up.
"You claim to have seen that on a dark night and when feeling terrified that it was my client Mr. Popopulis, a respected businessman with family that, blocked your parent's car, got out and shot all of your family but left you alive?" The lawyer had a smirk all over his face.
"He would have killed me to but I ran..."
"Thank you Maza." The lawyer started to walk back and forth. "Surely it is a big tragedy that this happened. A triple murder, he killed almost an entire family, But Mr. Popopulis has an alibi you know. People whose word cannot be mistrusted, a police officer and a respected banker were with him at the "smoking cigar" gentleman's club." He paused and looked sharply at the teen fox "Is it not true that your dad had worked for Mr. Popopulis but got fired just a few days before this horrible event?"
Maza looked confused "Yes but..."
"Would you say that your family was angry with my client? That maybe you just thought that you saw him when it in reality only was another skunk?" The lawyer was talking very fast now "Are you certain that in the dark and with the only light coming from car headlights you saw my client?!"
The judge looked at the crying Maza no emotions showing in her face. "Answer the question Maza" she said. The teen fox pushed beyond all limits wanted to run away. They were all screaming at him trying to twist his words and his own lawyer just sat there saying nothing.
"I... I don't know" he stuttered.
"Ah! So you're not sure it was my client then? Maybe it was someone else?"
It all went downhill after that. The defense twisted every word and the procequter hardly said a word during the entire trial. In the end there was no doubt to the jury or judge that Mr. Popopulis the respected businessman was not the person that had killed Maza's family no matter what evidence was shown to them. He was found not guilty and Maza was sent to live with his uncle in the south of the USA.
His uncle was a down to earth guy who never married. Guns and cars that was his life and he did everything he could to teach Maza everything he knew. But it was not all just roses. Jim, his uncle, also liked to drink and rant on about how the corrupt system was going to die one day and that Maza's father had been an idiot to try to fight against the system and look what happened to him because of it. Maza did not like when his uncle drank or talked in such way about his parents. It hurt deep inside to think that even he, his father's brother did not care about what had happened to his family.
The real story started a warm night in late may in the 1990s. Birds were still singing and music could be heard from some house close by. An ordinary day, But in the small white house where Jim and Maza lived nothing was ordinary. Jim had been drinking heavily that day, the anniversary of the death of Maza's family and the young fox 17 now was lighting a candle.
"Put that shit out!" Jim roared "Don't you understand that it will just get that much warmer in here?!"
Maza looked at him with hard eyes. "I do it to Honer my family uncle, now one Lese might care but I still do". What happened next was something that had never happened before. Jim walked up to him and slapped his hand right across Maza's face, making him fall over.
"Your parents were idiots, don't you get that?" Jim put out the candle with two fingers. Maza was on the floor watching his uncle and started to growl. The look from his uncle was ice cold and he pulled out the pistol he always kept at his waist and aimed it at Maza. "You saying something fuckface? Do you think I'm sacred of your anger?"
Maza was visibly trembling looking at the gun and then at his uncle, no matter how drunk he was, he never pulled out a gun before. The room with its green wallpaper and wooden floor started to spin under him.
Jim walked up to him and pulled him up looking at him with hard eyes then put his gun at Maza's mouth. "Open up and suck it you little bitch. It's time to start earning all the shit I have given you". Maza tried to shake his head but Jim took a firm grip on his muzzle and forced it open. "Suck it!" he almost screamed to the smaller fox and Maza had no choice.
"That's a good boy" his uncle smirked as he the whimpers and suck noises started. "Let's give you something better to suck" he then unzipped his pants and pulled out his rather smelly semi hard cock. Now it was going too far. Maza tried to push away from his drunken uncle but got the pistol pushed against his temple. "Suck it or I will blow your brains out cub!"
Jim was nothing close to gentle as he shoved his large dick into Maza's throat making him cough and gag. The fox teen was a virgin and what more had never even thought about the possibility of being gay. His uncle kept thrusting into his mouth and he could taste the pre drooling from his cock and without thinking he tried to close his mouth. Jim snarled as he felt the teeth and pulled out his cock. "You fucking bitch!" With a fast swing of the pistol he sent Maza to the floor with a bleeding nose, and with a kick to his guts, Maza passed out.
Jim picked up the passed out teen and carried him to the kitchen table where he pulled off all his clothes and all of Maza's clothes. He then dragged him to the bedroom, the gun in one hand. He threw the limp naked boy on the bed and put the gun on the bed table. "I'm going to enjoy this." he whispered as he pressed himself against the slim fox body in his bed. "And you will learn to enjoy it as well... Just give it time..."
Maza was still sobbing hours later, his uncle snoring next to him in the bed. He carefully got up sitting on the edge of the bed his ass hurting. No one should have to life through this he thought. He slowly looked over to the bed table, the pistol almost glittering in the moonlight. On careful feet he walked around the bed, every step sending pain through his tail hole. Grabbing the pistol he looked at it for a while then put it in his mouth again thinking that he should end it all, but feeling the cold steel in his mouth again made him gag and he had to fight to not throw up. Tears were running down his face. He was not even able to kill himself. He had not been able to save his family, stop his uncle from raping him, and now this.
With a sudden insight he looked at his uncle. He was not able to end it... Or was he... Killing himself was not the only way to end it. He might even be able to avenge things. Save others from having the same thing happening to them. Maza slowly walked over to the other side of the bed again and picked up his pillow. "Goodbye Uncle Jim..." he whispered then put the pillow over jims head. He pressed the gun against the pillow and pulled the trigger.
Here Ends chapter one. Stay tuned for more stories about Maza and the start of his journey as a Terrorist.