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Hey there all you happy furrs, well as I stated, this is my gift to you all for being so patient with me taking my time on my most recent installment. So I decided to push the series off to the side for the moment and instead concentrate on another one of my little single stories that I have wanted to do for some time, so I hope that you all like it.

Sincerely your grateful author,

Cyan Spirt

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Or at least that is what the ad had said in the paper as the car drove up to the address posted below, the driver checking it once again to make sure this was the right place before turning off his GPS tracker and throwing the 'Wanted Ads' section into the back seat. The male then took a moment to breath deeply; his eyes fluttering closed as he tried to gather himself and get ready for his first big break into the world of professional modeling, "every star has to start somewhere..." he mumbled to himself in his deep yet boyish tone, running his fingers through his pelt as he wiped the beads of sweat that had started to form on his brow.

"Besides..." he continued to his non-existent passenger, "I'm about to be interviewed by Élan Dryder, one of the foremost painters of our generation." His voice adding an awe-like quality to the name as he pictured himself seeing his painting unveiled in the Furrve, the most regal museum in the known world. Slowly he calmed down, letting his breath catch up to him before reaching out to unbuckle his seatbelt as he shifted it back. Then quickly unlatching his door and making his way out of his vehicle, he stared back at the sad-looking blue rust bucket of a convertible, the roof permanently stuck in the up position. "Maybe I can finally afford to get something good...heck, I'll be able to afford a lot of things," he mumbled to himself as he slowly turned around to stare up at the towering structure before him.

The house...no, rather the mansion, was a deep mahogany color with lighter maple trim around all the windows, doors, and roof; the shingles complimenting the style with a obsidian black hue, it's texture appearing smooth and slick like freshly polished gems. All over the face of the structure were gothic windows, their glass panels ranging in all shapes, sizes, and colors as they covered the house, letting the sun's warmth and light filtered through which made the house come alive with creativity. It became fairly obvious that an artist dwelt here, the door having an artist's easel stapled to the frame, the actual material reminding him of bare canvas, as used paint tubes and worn pencils made up the inlaid detail.

"Man...this guy is loaded," he sighed, making his way up the paved stone walkway as each tile held a famous painting, from the 'Mona Lisa' to Dali's 'Clocks' and even a few modern works. The lawn was bright green and well-cared for, little ceramic lawn fox and wolf cubs decorating the front as they danced around a birdbath in the center yard; but the male had little concern for his lush surroundings, preferring to keep his calm so that he could be ready for his interview and possible new job.

However, the cause of his worries weren't based solely on the fact that he was about to pose for one of the most prestigious artists in the entire country, but that combined with the rather disturbing rumors that have surrounded him. Now everyone knew that Élan was a rather eccentric furr; then again, being a mouse, it was hard not to be a tad eccentric. But Élan took it to a new level with his sheer love to paint anything and everything, and with his start of his new project entitled the 'Rose Garden'; for it seems that every furr who was featured in one of them vanishes without a trace. Yet the temptation to be famous and a large paycheck easily could make anyone willing to risk a few bad omens.

By the time the male had finished his train of thought he was already at the front door, having climbed up the few steps onto the wooden porch with vines traveling along the posts; though as he looked closer he noticed that they weren't real at all, but rather painted on stroke by careful stroke. "Well Len, here we are..." and with that, he reached out to pull the small rope dangling in front of the door; the boy almost jumping right out of his fur as he heard the sound of shattering glass echoing out of the dwelling.

"Oh my god!" the male screamed, instantly recoiling, "you just broke something inside Élan Dryder's house! Now you are never going to get that job." The boy quickly turning, looking to bolt back into his car only a few meters away and speed off into the distance, not wanting to destroy any future chance of being hired in this business again. Though before he could even take a step of the porch, the door opened wide and he spun back around to face the famous resident himself.

There standing in a blue smock splattered in paint of every color in the rainbow, was Élan himself. The small gray mouse staring up at his visitor with a rather inquisitive look; a small blue beret tilted across his head so as to cover one ear while a black shirt could be seen poking out from under the smock along with a pair of blue jeans. His thin tail swayed behind him as he slipped his paintbrush into a side pocket and stared up at the male, his shimmering black eyes widening as he took in the sight before him. "Can...I help you Mr. Kitten?" he asked formally as he scanned over the boy.

It was obvious that the rodent before him was startled by what he saw, and who's to blame him; for there, standing on his doorstop, was a rather large and well built feline. Just not any cat, but a formidable predator in the shape of a 'couma': his mother being a cougar and his father was a puma, so in fact, a rather rare breed. From the tips of his perk ears to the tuff of his tail, he was a snowy white color, quite uncommon for both of the breeds he was made up of, not to mention that he stood at a whopping 6"4' and weighed a solid 213 pounds. "I'm so sorry!" the cat blurted out, bowing several times, "I didn't mean to break anything; I thought that was the door bell is all."

Elan just stared at him for moment before bursting out laughing, leaning against the doorframe as the onlooker stared in disbelief, fearing that he would certainly get it now. "Well..." the male started, "you see...it is a bell, just a little trick I like to pull on people so I don't get any solicitors or the like," he chuckled.

"Oh thank god," the feline murmured to himself as he straitened up, peering down at the smaller male. Slowly he leaned down to better focus on the smaller male in front of him as he gulped, "just a littler nervous is all sir," the couma mumbled, his cheeks taking on a rosy tint.

Smiling softly, the mouse smeared his painted paws on the smock before extending one to the cat, watching as his small gray paw was entirely encompassed in the large white one. "The name is Élan Dryder...though I'm sure you already knew that," as he laughed softly, watching the cat fidget, "so...can I ask as who this kitten is on my door stop?"

"Oh yes," the male said quickly as he bowed again, "the name's Leneth Dane, I saw your ad for a model...and...well I thought I'd try out for the spot," his voice was soft, barely a squeak even though he was the larger male. "You see," he began again, "I want to get into the business...and when I saw your ad I felt I just had to take the risk."

Elan nodded slowly, leaning in to study the male's body dressed in a dark blue muscle shirt and gray sweatpants that reached all the way down to his black sandals. "Well, you certainly..." as he left his voice fall away, instead shifting closer into the cat's face; "my god...those eyes..." he commented, blinking a few times, looking right into the feline's soul it would've appear.

This of course made the cat's cheeks turn and even brighter shade of red as he got ready to turn away and leave; he couldn't believe what he was thinking to try and get a job with this celebrity, because once he saw his eyes he would be out on the street again. That was why he was still a novice, every other possibility was shot down as soon as the artist or fashion designer saw his eyes, and he wanted to kick himself for being naive enough to believe that this famous mouse would hire him...not with one eye as clear as the morning blue sky and the other as brown as freshly shoveled dirt. "Thank you for you time..." Len said softly, trying to hold back his tears as he turned around to rush back to his car; that is, before he felt a soft grip on his wrist.

"Wait!" Élan said quickly, tugging on the white wrist to try and restrain the boy from fleeing his house; once feeling the feline no longer stop trying to pull away, he let him go and chuckled softly. "What I meant to say Leneth..." the rodent said teasingly, "was that I think they are so unique...and I'd love to hire you to be my model."

The couma's eyes lit up as he felt his heart beating miles per second, he couldn't believe that his dream of being a famous model might actually come true as he spun around as fast as he could, nearly knocking that artist right off his feet. "You...you really mean that?" he sputtered, whipping the tears from his face, "that...I'm going to be your subject?" In fact, Len had barely the mental ability to hold on to such a notion as he felt the small tears begin to flow at his dreams being realized.

"That's what I said isn't it?" the mouse replied coyly before he was pulled into a tight hug, his small body lifted off the ground and nearly crushed between the massive forearms and chest of his feline subject. He was soon coughing and laughing at the same time before the boy realized that he was strangling his boss and quickly set him back on the ground.

"Oh my god!" the cat shouted as he dusted him off, reaching down to put the small beret back on the artist's head. "I'm so sorry sir..." he muttered over and over, bowing several times before a soft gray paw reached over to scratch right between his ears to silence him, eliciting a small mew from his lips.

"It's alright kitty...Can I call you kitty?" the mouse asked, tilting his head a bit as a sweet smile passed over his muzzle, making his entire face seem to shine. He watched the cat quickly nod his head as his cheeks once again flushed red; "you know, you are just the subject I am looking for..." as he reached up and ran his small fingers through the feline's facial fur, making the cat mew once again, his tail swaying happily behind him.

"You...can call me anything, sir...I'm just honored to have been selected as your model, truly honored," a broad smile passing over his muzzle to reveal his large white fangs. Though the mouse took no notice or worry from the display as he slowly turned around and led the boy inside his home, gesturing to close the door as he watched the feline look around the entrance way. "Whoa..." was all Led could manage as he tried to grasp what he was seeing.

All around him were the products of a master artist, every surface covered in paint or some other type of expressionism. On the insides of the windows were painted silk screens so that they cast the picture against the adjacent wall, making the pictures seem to move with every ray of sun that flickered in from the outside. In fact, there wasn't a single piece of furniture or structure that wasn't covered in at least one coat of paint; the entire place screaming of many hours toiled away on each project. "Like it?" Élan asked in a pleased voice, "I know...still under construction with a lot more to do on it," he giggled as he slowly led the cat into an adjacent side room. "Let me just give you a quick tour of my study and then we shall commence to our work..." as he nudged the boy from the splendor and through the open doorway into a small gallery.

"Like it?" the couma exclaimed, "I love it!" as he was led into the new room. This one had the walls painted a pure white like his fur, and if it wasn't for the many paintings that dotted the walls, he was sure that he could have simply vanished into the paint. As the boy was led down short row after row, they came upon a section entitled 'The Rose Garden' and slowly entered. Inside was a small row of five frames, all except the last was a portrait of a different species of furr who had roses painted over different parts of their face. "These are amazing..." he shuddered under his breath as he walked over to the closest one which was of an obviously male fox; he had a large red flower painted over his left ear, a yellow one over his right eye, and a string of smaller roses across his neck like a collar. Over all, the male looked rather happy, yet the longer that the cat stared at him, the more something of an unnatural feeling spoke to him through the picture. "So...why's there a blank spot over there?" Len asked, pointing to the empty frame at the far end.

"Oh that...that spot is the one I am saving for my newest model," the mouse cooed, showing no fear despite standing in front of a predator that could easily rip him to shreds. He watched the cat's eyes open wide for a moment before he began to stutter for words; Élan beat him to the punch, "Yes...I think you will be a fine addition to the 'Rose' series...such a face...it would be a shame not to have you there...immortalized forever. You see, the collection will eventually be going on sale to all major art collectors and dealers alike including some major museums...and I'd like it if your face would be part of it."

"Oh my!" Len gasped, bowing several times while repeating "thank you," over and over again, before that same paw once again came to rest on the back of his head signaling him that it was more the enough. Gathering himself together, a large smile chiseling itself onto his muzzle, he asked, "so...when can we get started Mr. Dryder? I'm really anxious to begin." His tail shaking about happily behind him as he was slowly led from the room and into an adjacent studio from the foyer, giving one last quick look to that picture frame where his portrait would soon be held for all to gawk at.

"Right now, my eager young model," the painter said with exuberance, taking the cat back across the massive entrance hall and through a small door that opened up into a massive studio. In the center of the space whose walls were all blue except for one white one, was a large easel surrounded by carts and boxes of different painting supplies; from brushes and pencils, to paints and pallets, everything a master artist would need to construct his masterpieces. The easel had a small leather stool next to it, and sat facing the one white wall which had a small stage built at the base of it to raise the subject to eye height. Slowly the gray mouse motioned the couma up onto the stage, taking notice of his firm muscles and toned body as well as his nervous shaking. "Want something to calm your nerves Leneth?" he said with wave of his paw, "I can run into the kitchen for a quick moment," he offered with the warm smile of a gracious host.

"That would be nice sir..." the feline said softly, slowly making his way onto the center platform as he watched the artist leave before he turned to face the center of the room. "I'm going to be a famous model," he chuckled to himself, lost in his own thoughts, "this is only the start...from here it's right to the top!" The boy jumped in the air, his paw almost going right through the short ceiling just in time to see the other male return with a small platter of food.

"Glad to see we have so much energy in us today," the rodent joked as he saw the white face turn a pale red color once again. Slowly he made his way over the stage, taking a seat on the edge of it and motioning for the other male to join him in eating some of the snacks he brought, setting the platter between them. "I had a party a few nights ago..." he explained, taking a bite out of a little tea-sandwich, "figured this is as good a time as any to use it up...my guests decided not to take home any of my cooking."

"You can cook as well?" Len asked astonishingly, gazing over the assortment of treats and getting a small positive nod form his host. The platter was on the verge of overflowing with a wide array of different appetizers, from little hotdogs wrapped in tiny pastries to small quiches, each looking absolutely delicious in its own right. And remembering how he had been to nervous about this audition to even eat this morning, he reached out as sophisticated as he could and began munch on the offered food, making sure to try each one before he felt he could eat no more. "Thank you Mr. Dryder..." the couma responded as he shoved the last little spinach ball into his maw, "these things were simply heavenly."

"There are many things you don't know about me kitten," the mouse replied coyly, slowly taking back the now empty try and sliding it to the floor while smiling softly. "And please...call me Élan, it will make things seem a lot less formal around here," as he laughed softly, before getting up and slowly making his way over the to stool hidden behind the large easel set up in the center of the room. "Well...ready to get to work now that you have been fed?" he asked with a smile, pulling out a few paintbrushes as he set about pushing a few buttons on a nearby remote.

Turning around, Len saw a few different background screens slide down behind him before the artist seemed to decide on one in particular. It was the scene from the top of a castle tower looking down upon a medieval town complete with stone walls and the bright rays of the sun making the scene come alive right off the canvas. "Quite a regal setting..." the feline murmured as he smiled and turned back to face his new boss, "just tell me what you want Élan..." as he tried his best about seeming no longer nervous.

"Well...I feel you have the complexion of royalty, so I'm going to play that side of you up," he said thoughtfully, twisting and turning his head at different angles before he found one suitable for his portrait. "Alright...what I'm going to have to do is first of all is to empty your pockets. They will create bulges in the fabric where there shouldn't be any," his voice calm and relaxed, as he watched the cat nod, shoving his paws into his pockets and removing his wallet, some loose change, a few sucking candies, and what the artist had been afraid of: a rather formidable looking pocket knife. "Don't worry Leneth...you can leave that weapon on the side, no one's about to hurt you. I mean...do you really think I could take on someone twice my size?" he asked rhetorically.

"I didn't mean it like that sir...err, Élan," he said, blushing a bit as he placed all of his items on the far corner of the stage before walking back to the middle of his platform and striking a few playful poses to calm himself; pretending that there was a giant mirror in front of him rather then a famous artist. "What's next Élan?" wrinkling his whiskers in a feline smile, his white couma complexion coming alive in the spirit of a young child.

Élan just giggled, peering over the huge layer of canvas set before him, slowly getting down the right mixture of colors on a small palate next to him before looking up at his model again. "Give me your best nobility pose...like you were just made crown prince of the kingdom or something," spinning his paintbrush around in his paw as he talked, sending small droplets of water splattering everywhere. The mouse checked his colors once again before looking back up to see the cat with his left arm over his chest, the other one's elbow resting on a closed fist and supporting his head, his white tail lazily drooping behind him.

"Is this good?" Len asked, trying his best not to break character or posse as he stood their motionless; having practiced not moving for hours in front of his mirror at home throughout the past week. The couma puffed out his chest some, the fabric of the blue muscle shirt straining to keep hidden the well developed chest and abs stuffed behind the stretchy material. But much to his disappointment, he saw the rodent shake his head slightly, those soft whiskers vibrating a bit as he felt his hopes sink once again, having failed his first client before even the first brush stroke.

"Ya just seem more...punk, to me is all" the mouse finally said after having spent a few seconds trying to determine what was wrong with the pose. "You know, now that I look at you...that shirt really doesn't fit the mood. Take it off and toss it to the side, and then let me get another good look at you," he instructed. Élan watched as the muscle-t came off, reveling all the hard work and many hours in the gym that the feline had spent over the past couple of months; "that's much better..." he said, watching the boy's body ripple with his strength. "But for the pose, try something less...rebellious. How about crossing your arms over your chest, leaning back a tad, and giving me a coy look that says 'I own you'."

Len did exactly what he was told, molding his form to follow the offered directions as he shifted his body weight around so that he could stretch up on the balls of his pads and appear taller. Keeping his shoulders loose, he crossed his arms over his chest, his paws tucked into his elbows as he shook his head once or twice before settling into as royal an expression as he could manage. "Better?" he asked through clenched teeth and closed lips; wanting not to ruin the perfection his stance had seemed to given him.

"Much," came the reply from the small mouse as he peered over his easel, getting another good look before ducking back and using some paint to give his piece that extra bit of detail and realism. Élan was continually glancing up and down, looking over the feline's sleek form as he concentrated on his work. "Would you mind removing your sweatpants?" the rodent asked softly from behind his canvas as to conceal the smirk passing over his lips, only the waving of his tail gave a hint of what was on the artist's mind.

"Take off my pants?" the couma asked as he broke from form for the moment, his cheeks taking on a more colorful appearance. Not only was it the small fear of getting naked in front of such a famous male, but ever since he had been here...or more exactly, ever since he had taken those offered snacks, he had been fighting back the urge to get aroused. Feeling his cat-hood stiffen a few minutes after eating the last of the pastries, and with the warm air tickling his bare chest; it grew almost unbearable not to pop an erection, which would be easily noticeable in his sweats. Len had just attributed this to being nervous and gave it no other thought, that is till he was asked to show off his feline pride hidden only by a red Speedo.

"That's what I said, is it not?" the mouse said softly, continuing to work his brush over the no longer white canvas; "it makes the entire painting seem off and not natural. Besides, you did read my entire ad...right?", the male lifting his eyes just over the canvas. He saw the cat nod slowly before grunting and getting back to his work, using the wide array of colors to create the breathtaking background while his true subject got to work undressing himself. "Besides...we are both guys here right?" he added, trying to restore a bit of comfort and normality to the situation, "not like you have something that I've never seen before."

Leneth blushed a bit, nodding quickly as he took a deep breath and made a silent mental prayer that his raging hormones would remain in check. Sure he had read the ad completely, several dozen times in fact; but not once did he think it would ever actually come to that. It wasn't because he was ashamed of his body; in fact many furrs, both guys and girls, had told him about his model-like body complete with a rather large cat-hood reaching an unprecedented 12 thick inches, which is basically unheard of unless one is a stallion. However only the ladies had ever seen it up close and personal, he was straight after all, and the only quirks he got from the boys were in the shower at the neighborhood gym. "Yeah...sorry about the wait," he apologized, his paws quickly loosening the drawstring as he felt the soft gray material slip off of his legs, kicking it and his sandals off the stage which left him clad in only his well-stretched out pair of Speedo underwear. The couma resisted the urge to wrap his tail around his waist and hide himself, forcing his well built body to be all but exposed for the artist too look at and duplicate on canvas.

"Not a problem," was the response, the mouse doing his best to keep himself looking professional with his small glances over the painting in progress, the entire time simply reflecting and predicting the future. He had to admit, mixing a few sexual stimulate pills into the batter of certain appetizers made for quite the easy disguise, especially since he knew which ones were safe and which weren't. Luckily for him, the feline had tried just about all the tainted ones, and the reaction was starting to take effect as shown by the rather impressive bulge he was sporting in the small piece of red fabric. "You...uhhh...getting happy over there?" he asked with a teasing undertone, glancing up again as his eyes motioned to the stirrings of an erection; he kept his demeanor light and funny, not wanting to hint at the events that might unfold later in the audition.

The cat's eyes nearly bugged out of his head, not believing he heard those words leave the artists muzzle, and a quick downward glance told him that even from the distance of a mile, one could see how prominent his arousal had become. "It...It's just from being so nervous I swear, sir...err Élan," his voice cracking as he tried to return to his previous pose only to feel his hardening sheath rub against the soft fabric causing him to almost purr in pleasure. "I...I...if you just point me to the bathroom, I can take care of this rather quickly," he said before his brain could tell him to shut his maw, having now just asked if he could go masturbate in his boss's home.

This time the rodent's ears perked up as he leaned over the side of his canvas and took a moment to look at the positively mortified feline. Something struck him as being different then most of the other models he had worked with, and just from the way he asked to go 'take care' of his problem, it hit him...this cat wasn't comfortable, or experienced, he was possibly one hundred percent virginal: or at least embarrassed. A new dynamic slowly adding itself to Élan's plan, preferring to toy with his student for a bit longer. "That might take too long...and I have a gallery opening I have to appear at tonight," the artist slowly putting his paintbrush down as he moved out from behind his workspace, "besides, I'm sure we can find another way to help calm you down."

"I can be quick about it," Len replied swiftly, watching the artist leave his station and determining that it was safe to drop the pose as his paws went to cover his ever enlarging groin. Though as the second statement hit his ears, his cheeks flushed red as he watched the gray mouse slowly make his way over the side of the stage, the overalls dragging on the floor while his tail swayed behind him. "I assure you...I can take care of this Élan," he quivered, gulping a bit as he watched his boss get closer and closer to him, things yet to dawn on the naïve boy. The large white tail twitched nervously behind him as he took a few steps backwards, looking even more flustered then ever as he tried to control his breathing and raging hard-on at the same time.

"Nonsense," Élan retorted after clamoring onto the stage, "there is no sense in sending you all the way out to the bathroom...I mean we are both guys here right? I'm sure we can help each other out." A smirk passing over his lips as he made it rather obvious that he was looking the cat's body up and down, examining every contour, each sculpted muscle, and those two brilliantly sparkling eyes: one of sky blue and the other of fresh dirt. "Besides," the mouse started again, "I think you have a lot of potential in this field of work," as he took a few more steps in Len's direction, his paws moving to adjust the large blue smock over his lithe form.

The uneasiness about his situation came to full brunt as the couma watched in awe as the rodent continued making rather sexual comments towards him, all the while his straining briefs making it increasingly difficult to come up with a plan of his own. "Bu-But sir...I'm not like that..." he blurted out, "I mean...I like girls Élan. And while I appreciate it all, honestly...I can do this mysel-" though his voice was instantly halted as a small gray paw touched his chest, sending shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes, white tail swinging franticly back and forth, holding back his urge to mew and purr with all his might.

"Oh come on kitty...do you honestly not want to play with a little mousy like me?" his voice sweet, tender, and yet full of deceit and just something that struck the feline as odd. Élan removed his paw from the chiseled chest as his nimble fingers set about removing his overalls, waiting till they fell to the ground in a heap before stepping out of them and kicking them off to the side. "Your brain may be telling you 'no', but I can see that your body is screaming 'yes!'" the mouse replied coyly. Now dressed in only a pair of tight fitting blue jeans that showed off his slender but toned legs, and a black t-shirt with the phrase 'I raise tails for cock' emblazoned on the front, the artist becoming not only overly eccentric, but positively flaming as well. "Well...there is a first time for everything right? And besides, I'm paying you by the hour and I refuse to shell out any extra cash for you to go jack-off in my bathroom," his arms crossed over his chest just like the pose he had the feline do only moments before.

"But...I'm straight Mr. Dryder," Len said softly, reverting back to formalities as his eyes flashed over the shirt's message, making him not only worry more, but much to his displeasure, get even harder. The statement however didn't seem to bother the rodent that much as he continued to shuffle his way closer, stopping only when he was less then a foot from the trembling feline. Slowly, the cat let out a relaxed breath of air once he saw the artist had come to a full stop, hoping that his words had had their desired effect, only to be proven wrong once again as the first of the gray paws reached out to gently roll his left nipple between the soft pads. The move elicited a long and deep purr from the white-furred cat, his body stiffening as they could both almost see his sheath give a small jump from the sexual electricity that was jolting through.

Élan simply chuckled at the statement, the absurdity of it appearing ever more obvious as he could almost count the inches through the tightly stuffed speedo around the other male's hips. "Sure you are..." he said, enunciating each word as he teased the other male, his other paw now reaching out to gently roll the other nipple, making the feline twitch even more. "But as I said, I'm not paying you to take your sweet time fondling yourself," his voice brash yet still quite plausible to the feline's ears. Using his small force, and with the couma barely able to stand due to the urges running up and down his spine, the artist was easily able to push the big cat up against the back wall of the stage, continuing to pin him against the smooth surface with only the gently squeezing of his now overly sensitive nipples.

Gulping rather loudly, Len looked onward as his former boss decided to make sure he got his money's worth of time with his model. Soon he was giving off small grunts and mews, trying his hardest to hold back as the soft gray pads of the mouse worked their way over his abs and down to the strained waist of his speedos. "You don't have to pay me while I'm in there," he sputtered quickly before another purr could interrupt his speech, "I...don't swing this way is all...please sir, I won't tell anyone." Instantly feeling embarrassed, acting like he was begging for his life rather then begging to allow himself to jack-off rather then be pleasured by another male. The couma's ears picked up the sound of soft laughter as he felt the nimble fingers begin to work their way into the red elastic waistband.

"But you see..." the writer started as he slipped the first finger in and felt the furry sheath of his former model, "I want to pay you for this service." His voice became almost cold to the cat's ears, but he just passed it off as a misreading since he didn't have the mental capacity to devote to such a thought, preferring to concentrate on the gentle finger that was softly caressing his most private area. "And don't worry, I know you won't be telling anyone," Élan spoke again, this time slipping his other paw around to Len's right thigh and slowly beginning to work the material lower and lower till at last he managed to free the cat-hood from its confinement. "Would you look at that..." he said in awe as he shuffled the speedo just a tad lower before lifting his fingers to cradle the firm sheath, the pink tip and a few inches having already revealed themselves, "looks like someone has some equine in his family tree."

The statement made the cat blush hard under his white cheeks as he let loose a high-pitched squeal out of his muzzle as he was being fondled. His sheath was a thick 5 inches long, its soft white fur being constantly stroked by the willing gray fingers as he whimpered and whined at being molested against his will; though the first few inches of his pink cock told of a desire to be excited and a need for it to release its seed. With a horrified glazed over look in his eyes, Len watched as the artist dropped to his knees in front of the feline, leaning close to take a long whiff of the model's musk. "No...no, no..." the couma repeated over and over as the stern grasp on his member brought shivers up and down his spine.

Preferring to let his silence say all that was needed, Élan simply gave a coy smile and pushed his small pink tongue from his gray muzzle and dragged it over the engorged glands of his former model. He could almost feel the increase of blood rushing to the ever-enlarging shaft, smirking to himself at what a good catch before he bent over and gave the kitten another sweet lick across his member. "Mmm...you taste just like I had hoped you would," the rodent said with a grin as he watched the lines of pleasure slowly etch themselves into Len's face.

"Oh..." was all the couma could grunt out, no longer being so vocal about opposing the mouse's tactics that were being applied to his body. He watched with increased interest as his pink tip began it's slow journey into the inside of the rodents mouth, no long bothering to try and hold back his whimpers of pleasure as his body's cry for sexual release was beginning to cloud his judgment just as Élan had hoped they would. The soft lapping of the pink tongue was driving his sex-drive nuts, his cock already pushed to eight massive inches and he hadn't even begun to really get into things. No longer was he trying to escape, in fact, he had barely the awareness to stay standing against the wall, using the smooth surface to support his body while he grunted and mewed constantly.

"You like this?" the artist asked, removing his lips form the throbbing red head as he had to use both paws to heft up the impressive length of meat in his fingers. Though Élan didn't give Leneth much time to answer as in the next moment, the now leaking head was inhaled into the moist cavern that was his furry muzzle. His gray ears swiveling around to catch that loud hissing noise the feline made, taking a special pride at having turned this strait boy bi...and he wasn't even half done with him as the first few inches of kitty meat sunk into his willing maw.

Grunting and gasping was all that seemed to leave the male's muzzle, his eyes fluttering closed then open again as the sensations and realization that a male was kneeling before him, suckling on his cock like a new-born cub. "Oh...Oh god!' Len groaned, feeling his entire length unsheathe itself as the warm air of the studio wrapped around his unattended inches while two gray paws began to stroke what couldn't fit into the willing mouth. Struggling to keep balanced, he placed his white paws on the artist's head to steady himself; unintentionally driving the male even farther down on throbbing member, which cycled through him and cause a loud hiss to emit form from his lips.

Not having been expecting the move, the mouse could only sputter a bit as he adjusted himself to letting the meat slowly slide into him; his tongue rasping over the crown and forming barbs as he tasted the couma's sweet pre that was dripping off like a faucet on full blast. While keeping one paw on the thick cock for support, he let the other drift over the boy's lower body, reaching under to gently pull and grope the rather impressive furry sac of seed. He was certainly happy with his catch of the day, and was fully engrossed in the idea of having this male exactly where he wanted him since he first saw him at the door only minutes ago; Élan kneeled there watching the boy deriving pleasure out of the ideal he had previously considered completely unnatural. "I want your kitty cream," he said with a lust-crazed voice, taking his lips off of the presented cock for a moment as he smiled before diving back onto his meal. His soft face bobbing up and down on the pink rod as he expertly worked all of the angels he had come to know, driving the male above him closer and closer to the edge but refusing to push his over just yet.

Leneth could barely make out the sounds or world around him, his ears filling with a constant buzzing noise as he felt his entire body burring with the need to release his seed. He just continued to purr, having instinctually spread his legs wide once he felt the warm pads begin to paw at his sac, his head leaning back against the wall as he felt a large shot of pre spurt out and swallowed by the eager mouth below him. At this point he was too far gone to even notice the rodent sliding a bit closer to his body, that is until he felt the head of his cock nudge up against the entrance to the mouse's throat. In the next instant his head was completely swimming, the sounds a mixture of surprise and pleasure as his broad and barbed topped head slid into the hot confines of the artist's throat. Bucking out of a pure lust driven mindset, he tried to bury more of his impressive length into the male, only to be withheld by gray paws pushing against his hips and keeping him pinned against the white wall.

Élan wanted to make some more taunting commits, but at the moment his mouth was full of cock and he had no intentions of stopping after having brought this boy through so much. He watched with increased fascination, his mouth absently working on the member in his muzzle, as all 12 massive inches revealed themselves to him; a thought about riding that massive length filling his head briefly before it was deposed by an even better idea, one that he would enjoy doing far more then anything else. The gray male continued to deep-throat the large organ in his mouth till there was only three or four inches remaining still bathed in the warm air, the kitten above him continually hissing and moaning as his claws were scratching the wall behind him in frustration. He then went back to using his paws, one to keep the white hips from drilling the massive meat into his throat and choking him, the other to hold the member steady while he stuck his tongue out to bathe the remaining inches in a coat of warm saliva. He began to feel the barbs scratching the back of his throat, the feeling both foreign and exciting to him as his own mouse-hood was beginning to make itself apparent in his tight fitting jeans, even though he ignored it for the moment.

Soon the feline was panting hard, his breaths so ragged that the cock-sucker could sense that this male was definitely close to blowing all of his seed, and while wanting to definitely have a taste of his model, he had devised another way to get at that goal while his maw was busy suckling away. Slowly he began the slow and pleasurable task of edging back off of the member, taking a few long winded seconds before he finally managed to pull the barbed head from the back of his throat and back into the open air; giving the glands a courtesy lick, watching as the entire pink meat jumped before he managed to take a deep breath. "How was that kitten?" he teased, paws reaching into one of the back pockets on his jeans as he waited for the feline to come down from the sexual high he was riding.

It took a few moments for the couma to release that no longer was he being sucked off, his one blue eye opening with a flutter as he scanned the room while straitening himself against the wall. Another couple of seconds later, he noticed the large urge and pent up sex-drive as he glanced down to see all 12 thick inches of his cock pointing straight out, the length still dripping with fresh saliva. "You...you had your fun," Leneth gasped through ragged breaths, his fingers reaching out to take a firm grasp of his feline pride and began to stroke it; "can I please go finish myself now?" his brown eye now opened, blinking several times as he watched the mouse only snicker before standing to his feet, the top of his head only coming to about mid chest on the cat.

"I have a better idea my little pussycat," Élan cooed lustfully, a twinkle in his eyes giving the feline a rather uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach as he struggled to remain focused on the smaller male rather then his throbbing hard-on. Just then the small mouse pulled from his back pocket a rather sharp looking syringe; the needle filled with a luminous green liquid as he smiled before plunging the tip into his right forearm and pushing the plunger down, injecting himself with the chemical. With glazed over eyes, the white cat looked onward as the mouse began to twitch, dropping the needle to the ground as he clasped a paw over the hole in his arms to prevent any fluid from escaping. His once pale black eyes shifted to a crimson red color as his face flushed with blood, the veins in his neck and forehead bulging with increased blood-flow; in fact his entire body seemed to be pumping up, the muscles bulging under his tight black shirt as he threw his head back in a wild snarl before letting a long breath escape his form. The gray arms dangled loosely in front of him as he drooped to being hunched over for a minute, his hair falling to cover his face before finally standing straight up again, his lips curled into a menacing smile of sorts. "I have a new game to play Len," he said, his voice now much deeper then his previous octave, "one you will find to be most interesting I think."

"What the hell did you just inject yourself with?" the feline shouted, cowering against the wall as his eyes took in the change that had come over the previously non-threatening looking artist. The brute now standing before him was a force to be reckoned with for sure; his arms, and from the stretch marks that could be seen on his jeans, his legs as well were simply bursting at the seams with new-found muscle and strength. He watched the now aptly described 'super mouse' lick his muzzle, tasting the remains of the cat's pre on his lips as a wide smile overtook his complexion. "This uhh...game doesn't seem to be my style" Len said shakily, "I'll just get going then...don't worry about payment; I don't think modeling is for me anymore." The boy turning to leave, taking a few steps away from the wall before a gray paw slammed into his chest and pushed his naked form back up against the wall, his 12 inch member still jutting out rock hard.

"Oh...I believe that you are staying right here kitten," the mouse hissed, curling his lips as he pushed the male so hard against the wall that the plaster was beginning to crack from the pressure. The rodent's claws revealed themselves as the sharp points began to dig into the snow-white fur of the couma, causing small cuts that dribbled streams of bright red blood on the previously perfect pelt. "Now look at what you made me do..." Élan said, pushing himself against the frightened and stunned feline as he shifted his paw and gently started licking at the blood; coating his small fangs in the red liquid before the natural coagulating factors in the couma's blood halted the flow.

The boy just screeched as he felt the talons dig into his flesh, his breathing getting rapid while fear began to overpower his lustful thoughts in his clouded mind. Wide-eyed, he watched as the pink tongue which had been licking his member only moments ago now take pleasure in lapping up his blood; so in the moment that there was no force on his body, and without a word, he bolted from the room as fast as his legs could carry him. Len didn't care that he left his clothes back in the studio as he rounded the corner into the main hallway, each wall decorated with so much paint and different murals that seemed to change constantly it became rather hard to find his bearings and locate exactly where he came in from. Looking back towards the wall where he took to be the exit, he could see no door or frame outline, and now the murals which had once looked so inviting and pleasant seemed to turn evil with the artist's dark intents. "I...have got to get out of here," he mumbled as one paw clutched the wound on his chest and the other felt around the walls, trying to find a doorknob.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are..." came the haunting voice of his pursuer; the form of the gray mouse coming into view, his bright white teeth glimmering in the less then adequate lighting. A sudden chill wound its way through the feline's body as he turned around, his face becoming pale and clammy as his tail stuck out strait behind him from fright. A tremor began to travel from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head before he suddenly came to his senses and made a move to flee. "Aww...there is no need to run kitten," the mouse continued, his head slowly cocking so as to refocus on his prey's movements, "doing that will just make it harder on everyone." But at the moment, all Len was able to rationalize was that he had to get out of this place and find a way to safety; so with that as his goal in mind, and seeing as how he couldn't locate the front door, he doubled back towards the studio, narrowly missing a gray paw as it reached for him, and headed into an area unknown to him: the kitchen.

The sound of approaching footsteps made the boy shake in fear as he lunged for cover, taking refuge under a rather large dinning room table positioned in the middle of the room. Peering out from all sides, he could see the makeup of the room around him, large wooden cabinets with marble tops, huge appliances including a stove, refrigerator, microwave, and blender, and a rather large assortment of carefully placed knives, forks, and other instruments used for dissecting one's meal. But what got his attention the most, was that over the huge steel sink and nice wallpaper was a large window, the outside looking so fresh and inviting that it almost made him drool. "That is my exit," he grunted, his ears perking as the approaching shuffle of steps meant that Élan had entered the room.

"Where oh where has my kitty-cat gone?" the rodent said in a sing-song voice as he surveyed the room for his newest model; the couma tracking his moves by watching from underneath table, the position of his legs and in what direction hey were facing. But the artist had no worries about locating his escaped model, or any true fear about being in danger even though his pray was more then twice his size; he had gone through this scenario more then enough times and was well prepared in any and all cases.

Seeing that the mouse's back was turned for a moment, the feline scrambled from his hiding place, jumping onto the sink in a single bound as he looked through the window, his whiskers twitching as they could almost feel the wind in his face which was the signal for freedom. "I'm out of here!" the male screeched as his paws went to the wall where the window was to be, only to be dismayed: it wasn't real. Freaking out, Len began to run his paws all over the place, but eventually saw the error of his ways, the fact that the window wasn't an actual window, only a very intricate and detailed painting of one, one that even had the fictional light rays painted onto the countertop and gave the illusion of a breeze blowing outside. "What the hell?" he managed to croak out before being completely caught off-guard by his mistake; the next thing he knew a pair of strong gray paws was around his waist and he was thrown from the counter into the corner cabinet.

"What was that you were saying?" the mouse asked, moving over to look at the scrunched up naked form of his former model. The cabinet he had been thrown into cracking with the force as a small trickle of blood was making its way down from the back of his head to form a small puddle on the floor. He must have knocked the boy out for a moment because it took a few seconds before the different colored eyes snapped open and the feline scrambled to his feet with fear written all over his face. "It would be easier not to run anymore..." he said, approaching the male with long, drawn out steps as he watched the cat quake with worry.

"I'll...ne-never give up," Leneth said in a small voice, one paw reaching up to feel his head wound while the other franticly searched the draws and countertops for some sort of defense against the now thoroughly crazed mouse. Finally his fingers came in contact with a wooden handle as he heaved from a draw a rather large and formidable serrated carving knife and aimed it at the approaching psycho. "I-I swear to god..." he stuttered, "get away from me or-or I'll...umm, use it I promise," taking several nervous swipes through the air just to prove he meant his words.

Élan stopped moving forward, eyed the blade for a moment, before shrugging and continuing to advance. "Do it...I dare you," he said with a sneer; and when the feline's shakily wielded blade came close, he reached out and grabbed the blade in his fingers; taking in the sight of fear from the cat before crushing the steel blade in a single movement, ripping the useless weapon from its owner, and tossing it behind him.

"What...the fuck?" Len screamed, horrified of what he had witnessed; he reached again for another blade, this time pulling out a steak knife which he subsequently stabbed into the heart of the approaching male. Or so he would have assumed if the blade hadn't bent the second it touched flesh and became as worthless as the previous one. "What...what are you?" the boy quivered as the watched the mouse raise his paw and backhand him across the right side of his face that sent him spiraling to the linoleum floor below.

"I'll let you in on a little secret," Élan mumbled, his whiskers vibrating as he feasted on the scent of fear emanating from the naked kitten below him. "Most of what you see in my house is...merely misdirection," he muttered, his paw reaching into another drawer as he removed a knife that looked almost exactly like the one the cat had just held save for a small blue dot at the base of the handle; "you see, I'm an amazing artist...world class in fact, and I can make things out to be what they aren't...like that window for example," his tail motioning to it as he chuckled, "merely one of my works of art. And to answer your question about the knives, simple wooden dowels with pieces of tinfoil fashioned to the edge and then painted to look so real that an untrained eye can scarcely tell the difference. In fact..." he continued on, "there isn't much of anything you can trust around here to be what it should be."

Len's eyes quivered as his mind absorbed the new information that was presented to him, his eyes following the arc of the blade that now hovered over his body. The rodent's explanation now completely plausible and explains everything, which would give reason as to how he knew that the knives would not harm him. "Th-that means..." the feline started, realizing that it meant that Élan knew exactly what was real and what was fake since he had painted everything himself. His eyes then flashed to the wielded blade, "which would that that knife..." his breathing quickening as he tried to scramble backwards as reality came crashing around him.

"Yes, this one is the real thing..." the mouse sneered, whacking the blade into the counter top as the chopping sound left nothing to doubt that this indeed was a real blade. "And you are about to feel its sting firsthand..."the gray male continued, hefting the weapon above his head before slamming it down onto the feline still curled up beneath him. At the last moment Leneth rolled to his left side, avoiding the slice that aimed directly at the center of his head, though as he pulled away, he felt a sharp pain shooting through his head.

Scooting backwards as far as he could, whimpering as he did so, the cat quickly moved his fingers to his right ear and felt only a small stump as the wound gushed blood all over his paw. Horrified, the boy looked up just in time to see the gleaming smile of the artist above him looking back, almost as if this was a part of the artwork construction. "Please stop!" he screamed, the blood slowly dripping down the right side of his face as he managed to duck his head just in time to avoid a sideways chop that landed the blade embedded into a table leg. "Just let me go," the boy pleaded as he pulled himself onto all fours, "I...I promise, I won't tell anyone...just let me leave Mr. Dryder."

"Should have read the fine print..." the mouse teased, watching as the feline manage to stand up before he could wrench the knife free of the table, taking a large chunk of the leg with it as the table collapsed behind him. Len had a feeling that there was no fine print in the article, but given his current situation, that was the last of his thoughts as he turned tail and ran through one of the swinging wooden doors which lead out of the kitchen; the sound of shuffling and metallic clanking following his footsteps as he appeared in a small side staircase.

Each step in the stairwell appeared to be made from a different material, some having nails and broken glass jutting from their surface, others covered in hot coals; but after Élan's reveal that everything was not as it seemed, the cat threw caution to the wind and barreled up them. Getting to the top just in time to see the mouse appear at the base, a crazed and glossy look over his eyes and a wicked smile across his muzzle as he now wielded a large cleaver in each paw. Having a feeling that those were indeed real knives, the couma bolted from the stairwell and onto the upper landing; looking around he saw three open doors, each leading into a darkened interior.

"Maybe I can hide..." he mumbled, the sound of footsteps on the stairs startling him into action. Len quickly went about shutting two of the doors before ducking into the third and closing it very softly, making sure to turn the lock on the knob before taking a deep breath and flipping the light switch to his left. Instantly the sight of a small hall closest filled his vision as he took in the sight of winter gear, towels, soap, and old holiday gifts piled high on various shelves. The mouse's steps reached the landing as the feline held his breath, trying not to whimper from the missing ear and gash across his head as he heard the rodent slowly enter one of the other rooms.

Breathing heavily once the immediate danger passed, the boy furiously began to search for any helpful supplies in the little prison before making the daring escape downstairs and to freedom. He grabbed a small washcloth that he ripped into strips of cloth with which he bound the still gushing stub of his right ear and stem the flow of blood from his head wound from when he hit the cabinet. Len then noticed a sky blue robe hidden amongst the winter jackets and donned it, tying the strap tightly around his waist as he hid his naked form from view; the warmth of the material giving him a bit of stress release as he heard Élan leave the one room and enter the second one, "I need to get out now, my room's next."

Slowly unlocking the door and peaking around the corner, he noticed that the room off to his right had its door closed and he took his chance to make a dash for the staircase that he had just come up moments prior. Reaching the landing of the stairs without incident, the feline took a little breather as he caught his breath and collected his thoughts for the next phase of his escape; when suddenly the heavy footsteps appeared behind him and the small hairs of the back of the couma's neck stood up on end. "You going somewhere?" Élan asked coyly, before the cat felt two palms pressing against his back and the next thing he knew he was falling down the staircase.

Over and over the robe-clad boy tumbled down the narrow stairs, bumping his head, arms, and legs into the railing and wooden steps below before at long last he hit the bottom and came to a rest in a crumpled heap. Len's head was throbbing a dull pain as his entire body ached from the bruises he suffered; managing to open his eyes, he looked up to see the silhouette of Élan Dryder looking down on him from the top of the stairs, his bright smile contrasting with his gray pelt. "Please...go away," the boy whimpered as he struggled to get to his feet, though as he put pressure on his left leg, he knew by the sharp pain that he had probably broken his ankle in the fall.

"Wish I could kitten," the mouse said, slowly reaching behind him as he pulled the two large cleavers from his waistband where he had stashed them, before beginning the painfully slow stroll down the flight of steps. "But I have already invested too much time and energy in constructing your masterpiece...you are going to be a work of art weither you want to be or not," Élan said softly, twirling the blades in his paws as he watched the feline struggle to stand, leaning against the wall as he began to slither away down the hall.

"Gotta...get out," Len mumbled, ignoring the screaming pain in his leg as he shuffled down the hallway only to find a plain wooden door with the word 'Supplies' written on it, and a dead end. Having no choice, and with the artist hot on his trail, the couma entered the door into a dimply lit room; the feel of polished metal under his feet as he made his way across the wall till he found a small switch, flipping it to reveal the contents of the room as he peered around for a means of escape.

The room certainly didn't look like a supply closet should, reminding him more of the crime dramas that he used to watch on the television; the room a stark and lifeless pale green color, and what wasn't painted was cold polished metal. The walls were covered in cabinets of sorts, a large table located in the center which had a large lump covered by a white sheet draping over it and hiding what was underneath. On the other side of the table was another door, and next to that was what looked to be like a small bed of roses, every flower a different color in the rainbow. "What the hell is this place?" he groaned out, grasping a large broom next to him as a crutch before making his way over to the table and looking down at the covered package.

Luckily he had remembered to lock the door behind him before venturing far, the sound of a frustrating mouse banging on the door before slumping off echoed in the room. "At least I have a few minutes of safety," the cat said, his fingers shakily reaching out to grasp the top of the sheet as he pulled it back to reveal the feet of a fox. "What the hell? Who keeps a pair of feet..." his voice failed off as he summoned his strength and pulled the rest of the sheet from the form. What was revealed left a mental scar in his head larger then any injury alone as he looked down at a body, a boy, a fox...a dead fox. His curiosity continued to get the better of him as he made his way around the table to the male's head, looking into the lifeless form of a male no older then him and left lying on this table dressed in only his pelt.

Now as horrifying as that was to him, Len couldn't help but feel as though he had seen this male somewhere; that somehow he knew him, and then it hit him...the most recent painting in the rose gallery. Thinking back, he conjured up a mental picture of the last frame, the fox, the roses, the wonderful brushstrokes, and now he recalled the odd feeling he had in his gut, as though the boy was trying to warn him of his fate. The cat remembered that there was a large red rose painted over the male's left ear, a yellow rose over his right eye, and small string of blue flowers across his neck. Yet looking down he saw no flowers over his face, but rather the injuries that they had hidden; for the male was missing all of his left ear, and where the yellow rose had been in the picture, there was an empty right eye socket though his left eye showed a brilliant golden lens, and lastly, the string line of flowers across his neck was used to hide the large and most likely fatal slit to his throat.

"Oh my god...those models didn't simply vanish, they were murdered!" he hollered, his entire body quivering as he clutched his chest, leaning against the wall behind him while the realization sunk in. He felt as though that dead fox's eye was still looking at him, telling him of horrors that he still has left to endure before his time came as well. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes as his resolve became strong; he knew what he had to do, his true mission, he had to get out and expose Élan Dryder for what he truly was...a monster. At the same time, the noise of a key turning in a lock jolted him from his thoughts as he looked up to see the mouse standing the doorway, his eyes looking over the room as he held one knife aloft and slowly entered, closing the door behind him.

"So I see you found Daniel," the mouse said softly, glancing down to the body on the metal slab as he walked over and gently laid the cloth back over the boy, pulling the sheet up to his neck as though he were only tucking him for the night. "The boy had a lot of potential in modeling...just as you do," his voice seeming almost longingly, as though he was recalling some happier times with the fox. "And just like you, he decided to go run from me rather then accepting the gift I was offering...one that most people would give untold riches to have a chance at."

The couma scoffed, drying his eyes as he said a mental prayer for the young kit's soul before looking up into the gray mouse's face. "And just what gift would that be hmm?" he said angrily, "I don't know many people who would pay to be butchered to death."

The rodent just laughed, absently minded running his fingers along the blade of his cleaver as he shook his head slowly, "No...I gave him the best gift I could, the gift of immortality." The male then reached out, gently caressing the fox's cheek with his fingers as a loving parent would touch their child, "he will be forever immortalized in my work of art, to stay around for generations and be worshiped my artists and art lovers alike, I don't know what better gift then that, to capture someone's essence and display it for the world to see."

The feline blinked, almost coughing as he clutched his throat to stop from gagging; he saw that the mouse wasn't insane, but that he actually thought he was doing these models a favor by killing them and putting their faces on the public stage. "You...you're a psycho!" the cat screamed, stuttering as he stood up with the broom for support, backing away towards the door he had seen earlier.

"Don't call me that!" the rodent screamed, his face contorting in anger and wrath as he hopped over the table in a single bound to stand right in front of the terrified couma. "Everyone calls me that...they all think I'm nuts or something," his breath heaving as his muscles rippled under his gray pelt; the clothes he wore not seeming to be able to hold back the massive amount of bulk he had formed since injecting himself with those chemicals back in the studio.

"I'm sorry....please...please just let me go!" Len hollered, his paw reaching out to turn the doorknob, and as luck had it, it wasn't locked and he managed to open it. Inside, all he could make out was a dark stairwell descending into the depths of darkness that for all he knew could have lead down to hell itself; but at the moment anywhere was better then here as he slowly began to back down the stairs, keeping his face on the raging artist before him. "Please..." the feline whined, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes as he felt his broken ankle give out and the feeling of gravity begin to overcome him as the cat was about to fall down his second set of stairs for the day.

Seeing the boy start to fall, Élan dropped one his knives as he reached out to grasp at the white paw, only to have the child recoil his fingers as his white face vanished into the depths below like a ghost vanishing into the blankness of the night. The horrible crashing sound that the body made as it fell down the stairwell echoed through the house; the sound of bones breaking and the constant thumping of a leg, arm, or other part of the anatomy smacking against the wooden walls that housed the staircase reverberated through the walls. Finally the horrific noise came to and end, the rodent leaving his blades on a nearby counter as he slowly began descending into the darkness himself, no longer worried that his model would be in any condition to flee from him this time. "Leneth...are you there kitten?" he asked softly of the blackness, getting no response in return.

The boy's head throbbed as though someone had set cinder blocks down upon his skull while the cat's entire body felt rather numb from the fall. Shakily he opened his eyes, the blue and brown orbs peering up into the impending blackness as his vision swirled in circles; the only constant form was the descending figure of the mouse, his outstretched paws seeming to ripple like long black tentacles sprouting forth from the black bulk of his body. He was too stunned to make any noise other then a mew or cry, tears streaming down his bloody and bruised cheeks as he knew the end was near, that soon this psycho would have his way with whatever was left of his body and he would end up like Daniel.

"Shhh....don't worry kitty..." the rodent cooed, finally reaching the floor of the basement where the boy now lay slumped against the back wall; moving over to a small shelf, he pulled out a large gas lantern and with a couple turns of the knob, the room was lit in a sphere or illumination that cascaded over the dim gray wall covered in green moss, the piles of dusty junk, and the two males that faced opposite each other, their eyes never leaving the other's face. Élan set the lantern on a small hook that hung from the ceiling, his paws now free as he once again approached Len who shook at his touch, the felling of those clammy gray paws once again feeling his soft white pelt.

Len saw the mouse slowly pull back his paws at the sign of the male's shaking, and his realization that his only chance for escape was to play the par that he had been cast for...at least for the time being. "He-Help me..." the cat asked, doing his best to reach out with one of his paws only to find both of them pinned between the wall and his back. The mouse's face registered a feeling of shock or surprise, but his only concern was his concern as he whined and mewed again, pleading that the rodent take away his massive amount pain.

Saying nothing that would give the cat any indication of what was going on in his mind; he slowly bent down and slid his paws underneath the couma's body, lifting the large white form with ease thanks to his steroid injection earlier in the day. Due to his memorization of his basement, he easily made his way over to a side room and gently placed the boy on a large table, ignoring the cries of pain from the white feline as his cracked bones swayed back and forth before being laid down on the metal surface. Coming back moments later with the lantern that he hung on another hook, he went about fishing through piles of junk before coming back with another syringe, this time filed with a bright blue substance. "This will only mask the pain and numb the broken areas; however it won't heal your bones or muscles, fix your organs, or regenerate lost appendages and any surface cuts...understand?"

"Ye-Yes..." Len choked out, a bit of blood dribbling from the corner of his muzzle as he tried his best to nod his head, but the dull throbbing in his neck told him not to press the injury any further; and the next thing he knew a vague prick in the side of his right arm introduced of the foreign fluid into his system. The sudden numbness felt awkward to him, the feeling that he was lying on a bed of clouds, each fluffy white pillow supporting him but having no mass by which to explain the support.

Ten minutes later and the formula had done its work; his body was completely without pain and he felt no hurtful swelling on any of the joints that he assumed had been broken in the fall. Gathering is senses, Leneth discovered that his arms, while bruised, were not broken and he was able to slowly sit up on the table; this of course meaning that his back was also not broken, thus being paralyzed was a fear he could put to rest. His pelt still covered in the blood of his open wounds, the boy turning to survey the small room where he was seated, nothing much standing out save for the mouse who stood there looking over him and the large mirror that spanned the entire far wall and reflected back a perfect picture of the events that took place., "I'm...I'm alive," the muttered, rotating on the cold table with the robe still draped over his shoulders as he faced the large mirror, looking over his bloody and misshapen complexion.

Staring back at him was a face that he barely recognized as his own; with most of his right ear missing, and the red stain of blood covering the upper half of his face. But it seemed that he received some new injuries from the tumble down the stairs, for a large 'X' shaped slash across the center of his face with the lines crossing just above his muzzle, the ends just missing his eyes as even more blood dribbled over his previously snow white form. Hesitantly the couma raised his fingers to gently trace the deep gashes, his face wincing as they struck the sensitive nerve endings which had been severed from the cuts, probably resulting from hitting his head several times against the steps. "You...are still worthy to be my model," Élan's voice said calmly as the couma turned around to look over the male.

The mouse looked the same as he had when they first met in the in the doorway, his gray fur as glossy as ever and clad in a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt with the slogan 'I raise tails for cock' embroidered across the front in white letters; the only difference was that his body was rippling with newfound muscles thanks to the substance he had put into his body. "What...do you mean?" the feline asked, still not liking his position or the unsavory character in front of him, but he had kept him alive and somewhere that action counted for something. None the less he had decided that he was going to make a run for it, and so slowly he shuffled to the edge of the table till he was lined up with the doorway and that staircase that would take him back up to the main house. His plan involved rushing past Mr. Dryder, bolting up the stairs, and locking the door behind him to give some time so that he could make it to his car and drive away; he didn't factor his injuries into the equation was because his adrenaline combined with the medicine, was causing him to minimize just how badly he was hurt.

"I still think you are beautiful and will make an excellent addition to my collection of art. I can't wait till I can.....Hey!" Élan shouted as the boy took the opportunity to bolt past him towards the exit. Instantly he was filled with the fury and anger of being betrayed as he reached out with increased reflexes and managed to grab the cat by the hem of his robe, and pulled him off balance. Len in turn had to put more pressure on his shattered ankle to try and get out of the garment, but couldn't escape the cloth fast enough and collapsed into a tight bear hug; the tightening constriction around his midsection changed his fight to simply keep breathing. "You lied to me..." the rodent said in a haunting voice only a few inches from the white ear.

"I...I didn't....no, please..." the boy cried, having not expected to be caught so easily as he struggled to break free as his mind flashed with the sight of the fox laying on that cold metal slab one floor above. But the gray arms were too strong, and in his condition he couldn't summon the strength to break free. His struggling became fruitless as the next thing he knew, he was being throne at the mirrored wall behind him; his back slamming into the glass as a spider-web of cracks raced along the surface. Still trying to stand by pushing back against the wall and shuffling up the material, he screamed as the gray mouse's shoulder came barreling into his chest and crushed him into the glass sending more jagged cracks along the surface.

Now splintered, the mirror no longer reflected a perfect image, but rather a distorted one much like Élan's version of reality; each cracked pane of glass showing a small segment of the real world. "You betrayed my trust...this is your fault!" the artist said as he took a step back from the cat who was slumped over clutching his chest. The feline slowly looked up at him; the pure essence of fear painted on his face as a strong paw gripped him by the throat and hoisted him up along the wall till he his feet could only scuffle against the floor. The other paw forcefully placed the feline's ankles upon the broad gray shoulders as the rodent walked forward till it became almost impossible for Len to get his legs back done. "You only have...yourself to blame," he said with a sneer, his gray fingers run over the soft white fur while the other one went to his belt buckle.

"I'm sorry...please don't," the feline cried, trying to struggle but was only rewarded with a violent push against the glass as he cried out from the shards digging into his back and the throbbing pain in his legs. Len was trapped between the wall and the strength of the mouse as he heard the sound of the jeans and boxers hitting the floor, his mind trying to pretend it were all a dream, trying to force him to wake before the unspeakable happened to him. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean it...please let me go!" he whimpered as fingers encircled the base of his tail and scrunched the robe out of the way to put his rear in near perfect position.

"The more you cry...the more it fuels me kitten," the lustful male said, as his paw began to excite himself up to his complete hardness which for a mouse was a considerable size of his own; the sheath measuring a substantial four inches while the shaft itself added another six inches onto that, but Len couldn't see what exactly was going on beneath him. "I've wanted you since the first moment I laid eyes on your silky form," Élan said, leaning as he forced his muzzle against the couma's, prying his lips apart as his tongue speared itself into the unwilling boy.

The most the feline could do was try and twist his head, his broad tongue trying to force the smaller and more agile intruder from his muzzle; the entire time tears streaming down his face as his paw pads helplessly grasped the mirror behind him. The oral battle continued till Élan pulled back, whipping the saliva from his lips as he growled, "ungrateful little whelp, here I am giving you the greatest gift in the world...and you can't even give me a fucking kiss...I'm going to enjoy this," and with that the brink pink tip of the mouse's member, which had already leaked a great deal of pre down the length, made its presence known by nudging against the trapped cat's ass.

"I'm so sorry!" the male wailed, summoning the last reserves of his energy to clamp his sphincter tight to keep the invader from penetrating his most sacred of places; but much to his surprise he found that he could barely feel the outer muscles of his rear, his tail only giving a mild twitch as the numbness of the medication threw him off completely. "S...s-s-sorry...I'm...so-s-so sorry," Len barley sputtered out through clenched tear-drenched cheeks.

"Sorry won't cut it anymore...Ever wonder why I decided to call it the 'Rose Garden' besides the obvious?" he asked with a sneer. One of his paws was still keeping himself hard and making sure to align his tip with the rosebud of the couma's ass, the other moving to loosen the robe around the feline's waist as he watched it fall away to reveal the naked form once again. The cat's cock was completely soft, though that soon would change as he prodded the tailhole again and felt lined up to enter his newest model. "Because..." he continued, "I deflowered each and every one of them!" he shouted as he drove the head past the boy's defenses and into the moist confines of his rectum.

"No...no...OHHH GAWDD...it hurts!!...AHHHHHHH..." Len screamed at the top of his lungs, throwing his head back into the glass as he began to weep from the pain of the intrusion; the hairs on the back of his neck shooting straight up as his paws began to claw and scratch at the mirror behind him, useless pounding the slippery surface of which he could get no traction to lift himself off of Élan. The pain of the unsolicited intrusion was more then he ever dreamed possible as he screeched again and again, furiously trying to escape his rapist and his rape. But just then something else began to enter his mind as he felt a warming sensation come from his loins as he looked down to see a gray paw jacking him off. "Stop it!" he wailed, "Stop touching me and leave me alone!"

"If you insist..." the mouse said, pulling his paw back as he began to slide the next inch of his cock into the moist depths of the helpless feline. The boy screamed again, streams of tears pouring done his face as he shook violently from the increased pressure on the inside of his body. The mouse just moaned, loving the feeling of breaking the boy's resistance and having the strength to contain any outbursts as he continued to venture deeper into uncharted territories. "See..." the rodent said, his fingers running along his member, feeling the point at which he joined the male beneath him, "it makes it hurt a lot less if I help....that's what you want right?"

The couma contorted his face, the last inch entering him having been more painful then the first, his entire body shuddering with the force of the intrusion. He was about to shake his head to deny the help offered him, but the rodent gave a huge push and buried a little less then half of his member into the boy's ass that made him squeal and claw the glass again. His brain was swimming with pain as his rear burned with searing hot pain; "fine....yes....do it..." he finally gasped out, much to his displeasure but the urge to stop the pain overcame any need to remain a stubborn mule about fighting it.

"I don't take to orders kindly," was the response as he did return his gray fingers to the now semi-hard cat cock, but instead of gently stroking it as before, he began to tug and pull on it with enough force to cause discomfort but not to the point of actual pain. This action only made the boy squirm and plead even more, his entire body quivering as inch by thick inch the mouse's member was shoved deep under his tail to the point where he was sure the artist had impaled his intestines by now. "How are you feeling now?" Élan asked, having gotten the boy's 12 inch mast to full height as he drove the final two inches into the raw tailhole with reckless animalistic lust.

"I hate you..." the boy said through gritted teeth, his eyes shut tightly as he wished for this whole thing to be a bad dream, his tears rolling down his cheeks to mix with his bloodstained pelt and form a pinkish stain on his fur. But the words fell on deaf ears as he felt the member in his back side begin to pull out before slamming back into him seconds later causing him to buck his hips, scream, and uselessly claw at the mirror for help, his claws making huge scratch marks along the surface. But against it all, his breath began to get rapid as those gray fingers continued to massage his aching cat-hood.

"That will change soon," came the sly response, the gray paws doing a number on his body as the warm pads slid their way not only over the feline's pelt but his stiff cock as well, Élan watching as he could see the boy's face scrunch in pain as he resisted the pleasure. But the smaller male kept his rhythm in place, leaning back and pushing hard into the tailhole of his victim, delighting in every grunt, scream, or mew he pushed from the kitten's lips as the constricting warmth that covered his member bathed him in pleasure. The glazed over look appearing in his eyes again as his grip on the pre covered 12 inch monster that rose from the white groin tightened as he watched the form quiver beneath his touch, waiting for the moment before the child cracked and gave in.

The words got caught in Len's mouth as another shove into his rear made him choke on his intake of air; coughing he managed to overcome his gagging as he felt the sweat pour off his forehead. "You wish..." he gasped, toes and fingers curling as the head of the mouse's cock smacked into that sweet spot hidden deep inside of him and caused his entire body to buck wildly. He could already begin to feel the prolonged touch both inside and out along his body have its desire effect on him as his white sac began to pull close to the base of his sheath. Struggling, he shook his head violently as another push into his tight rear sent him hard against the glass, small particles falling over his body as he could see bits of himself in their reflection, himself just as shattered as the mirror behind him.

"I don't wish...I know," the rodent said bitterly as he forced himself into his victim countless times, revealing in the sensations of stealing yet another male's rose. Élan saw the signs that the boy was giving out, each one signaling that he was ever so close as to giving his batch of white seed as an offering to his artistic genius. Not wanting to miss his chance, the mouse sucking in his breath as he used his innate flexibility to bend his body in half so that his gray muzzle was now hanging only inches from the tantalizing and constantly leaking head of the cat's feline pride. Teasingly he let his broad tongue wash over the leaking head, getting reacquainted with the taste before he slid his muzzle down the entire length, opening up his throat with ease as the large cock sunk to the hilt in his muzzle. At the same time as the last inch disappeared behind his lips, the thrust forcefully into the tender behind as Len hollered bloody murder, his body completely helpless to prevent the defilement that was happening to him.

The rippling throat muscles that encompassed his sensitive glands was sending signals to his brain at a record breaking pace, overloading him to the point where he couldn't even concentrate on anything else. His clawing of the mirror behind him had become more forceful as the minutes passed, his pads now littered with the shards of glass that imbedded itself into his paw as he helplessly whimpered and scratched away. "I...I...can't hold back...oh please god, forgive me!" the boy whined, feeling the last vestiges of his innocence vanish into the mental brushstrokes of the artist as he felt his orbs swell and his shaft begin to pump out his long awaited kitty-cream.

I'm sure he will when you ask him yourself, Élan thought for the briefest of moments before his concentration was turned over to swallowing as much of his long awaited drink as he could, like a new born cub suckling its mother's milk, the mouse suctioned every last drop if cum the cat was willing to put out for him, not letting a single drop squeeze its way between his lips and fall to the floor below. Determined to get the last bit of essence, his fingers reached between the spread legs and took hold of the white sac, twisting, turning, and massaging it till he heard the whimpers of the feline and his body convulse as a few extra dribbles of seed seeped into his waiting gullet.

Leneth couldn't help but purr as he felt his body wash over in the tides of pleasure, each lap of the mouse's tongue against his enflamed head bringing him farther and farther over the edge of the mental cliff. But finally the last of his seed was pulled forth from his sac, his body sagging in the arms of the mouse as Élan continued to shove his still rock-hard member up the now raw and red tailhole. Though, at the same time he was releasing his seed into the waiting mouth of the artist, his rosebud had been constricting and squeezing on the sensitive glands that were buried inside his most sacred of places; this only bringing him an added discomfort once all his energy had been sapped from his body, leaving the white couma as a rag doll in the strong arms of the mouse behind him.

No longer scratching or pawing at the mirror behind him, the boy's head gently rolled onto his shoulder as he tried his best to keep his eyes open, them orbs slowly closing as he grunted every now and then from the pressure of being raped, that is till he began to feel the thrusts beginning to get faster and harder, the entire thing signaling only one event to Len: that Élan was about to claim his rear. And not long after he realized his future, the head of the cock popped from his free only to be shoved one final time up his abused tailhole before the rodent's seed began to seep its way into his bowels; the artist having more cum in him that the couma ever thought possible as shot after slippery shot found it's way from the gray sac and into his tailhole.

The rodent held himself still inside the quivering rectum for the last of his essence to escape into the male's body before letting his member slip free from the velvety embrace of the couma's tailhole; the last couple of dribbles of his seed he whipped on the feline's tail as a final mark to his conquest. Stepping back Élan let his arms fall away and the boy dropped to the floor in a heap, his back resting against the mirror wall as he tried to get his eyes to focus again. "Yes...a perfect addition to the gallery," the mouse said with a grin as he pulled his jeans and boxers back yup his firm legs and fastening them before walking back to the table behind him and began rustling through piles of junk.

Leneth's eyes fluttered open, his body still numb as having already shot his load, he was basking in the afterglow and had no energy to move himself, let alone try for another escape attempt. "What...are you...getting now?" the feline asked through slurred speech, his battered body righting itself against the wall as the swinging lantern above him cast an array of constantly moving shadows over the dank basement room.

"Well...there is just one last artistic correction I have to make before I can truly start on your masterpiece," he says, turning back to the boy with a warm smile as he continued tossing piles of rusty and moldy objects to the side. The couma stared up into the male's eyes, gulping softly as the idea that the end was near never left his mind, offering up mental prayer after prayer to every deity he could possibly think of for some hope that one of them would listen to his pleas.

No such luck was given to the cat as he opened his eyes to see Élan standing over him, paws behind his back like so many times this evening. "And...just what...is the mistake?" he asked, hesitant to hear the answer as he uselessly tried to move his numb limbs and scoot away from the encroaching danger. Fears etching new lines on his face that clashed with the bloody scars still present from the rest of the day; his body shivering yet no sensations were felt, like his body was already dead and only his mind could sense that he still lived.

"You just still have so much...so much..." as the male searched for the word he wanted to use, "Life, in you..." a large grin passing over his muzzle; "but don't fret...I have just the method to take care of that and render you ready for modeling," as he pulled from his back a rather large and glimmering machete, the feline wondering just how many sharp objects the rodent had stored around his house for just such the occasion.

No longer did the boy's eyes go wide, a shiver pass along his spine, or the fear of death pass through his thoughts...for that thought had become a certainty and now could no longer be fought against. Len just stared up at the artist with the cold eyes of a furr who had accepted their destiny as he took a deep breath as the gray male took several steps forward. "So I see..." he mumbled, thoughts drifting off to his loved ones, his friends, their sorrow over his disappearance and the fact that they might never know his true fate. His body gave a dull ache as he tilted his head, exposing his silky white neck to make the end easier, just wanting to have this night of horror finally be put to the end.

"I'll make you beautiful..." Élan promised as he stood between the boy's legs, peering down at the form of the model slumped against the wall like a sack of sugar, his eyes staring up with him as though pleading he just end it with a single swipe of his blade.

Leneth said nothing in response. For truly, there was nothing left to be said that might avoid this final outcome altogether, and would only prolong the agony of his shattered body and spirit. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the blade coming at his neck, a last momentary flinch from instinct was the only move he made before his vision shifted into the blackness of release; his mind instantly severed from reality as the last thought passing through the still living neurons in his head before their life was cut short was one of the prospect of immortality that awaited him on the other side.

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One month later: A brown and black rabbit stood on the doorstep to Élan Dryder's county mansion, staring up in awe at the massive amount of decorations and designs that covered the front of the structure; the massive gothic windows and entrancing architecture taking his breath away. The boy was dressed in a pair of frayed cutoff jeans that reached to mid-shin, a pair of white tennis shoes, and a black t-shirt that amplified just how lithe his body was; his fingers nervously fiddling with one of his large ears that had draped across his face as he gulped at answering an ad he had seen in the paper not less then a week prior.

After ringing the doorbell, the massive hinges squeaked as the door opened to revel a small gray mouse dressed down in a simple paint stained smock and black beret that stood in the entrance way. "You have come as a response to my ad...I assume," getting a small nod as he stepped back to allow the rabbit to enter, "well, let me show you around a bit before we can start, that okay?" a soft grin swiping over his muzzle.

"Sure thing Mr. Dryder...whatever you say. Name's Ben by the way," the lapine said happily as he hopped his way inside, hearing the sound of the door closed before a gray paw took his white one and the tour began. That's exactly what I wanted to hear, the rodent thought as he led the bunny around the first floor of his elaborate compound, watching him gasp at all the fine work that decorated just about every surface they saw before he led Ben into one of the side rooms entitled 'Gallery'.

"Please...just call me Élan, sounds too formal for me..." the artist asked, to which he got another nod and chuckled, slowly leading the boy through his assortment of paintings and other works of art before taking him into the most famed gallery in his house. Both males looked up at the low hanging sign reading 'The Rose Garden', as inside were six frames hanging along a single wall, five of them filled with a portrait while the last one remained blank.

Walking up to the pieces of art, Ben studied the face of the most recent painting in the series, the picture was of a feline, that much he could tell but as to the actually species, they male seemed a combination perhaps. The cat was painted a white brighter then even freshly fallen snow, his face lean yet filled out with the plumpness of youth; his portrait showing little emotion though features, yet an aura of deep concentration, almost stone-set fear emanated forth. The male had a large white rose painted over his right ear, a wreath of purple roses strung around his neck that hid his lanky shoulders from view, and a pair of crossing lines made of red roses that intersected just over the bridge of his muzzle, narrowly missing his eyes. And speaking of his eyes, the bunny couldn't get over those orbs which looked back at him from the canvas; one a bright blue that even the clearest of skies couldn't match, the other, a deep brown the shade of freshly shoveled dirt. "It's...entrancing," the boy squeaked out as he fumbled with his ears, "so...where is that one going to be sold to?"

"Oh...that one?" Élan pointed at the feline's face before smiling and shaking his head, thinking back on the memories of that fateful evening; "That one...I'm afraid won't be sold to anyone...for any price," as he reached out and gently led the young rabbit from the wall and back into the foyer, "That particular picture will be staying in my gallery for a good long time...Now, how about we get started on your positions?" to which he got a simple nod as he led Ben into the rear of the house.

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Fin.