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Warning: This story contains the rape (aka non-consensual sex with violence) of a male character (as you probably read in the keywords), so id that's not your cup of tea, read something else. Otherwise, enjoy.

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Escape.

Although his thoughts felt like some kind of viscous, heavy stew, murky, formless and unable to be grasped by his conscious mind, this one command stood out like a beacon of intense light.

Escape.

He didn't know where he was, let alone how long he had been running, but, despite the numerous smaller and larger cuts and bruises that covered his young body, he never stopped, his clouded mind overpowered by the most primal instinct to survive. It had begun to rain quite some time ago, (fifteen minutes? thirty? an hour?) draining even the last bit of color from the nightly world of concrete and glass around him - not that he would have cared, his vision just as clouded as his mind - but the water also washed away the perfidious footprints of crimson he left behind, having badly cut his paws on the...

He couldn't remember where.

Escape.

One's body is capable of unbelievable things when in danger, but even with all available adrenaline pumped into one's system, it can only go for a certain distance before it's burned out.

With a painful groan he collapsed, unable to get his left hind paw under his trembling body in time and fell heavily onto the hard concrete of the sidewalk, adding some more bruises and abrasions to his aching body. Cold sweat mingled with the blood, grime and water that already matted down his fur, which was charred lightly in several places, and he began shivering uncontrollably, partly from the fact that the only thing protecting his naked body against the cold rain were the charred remains of a long white shirt, the kind you see in hospitals, and partly from the sheer exhaustion.

Now, with the beacon gone, pain found its way into his mind, and he would have screamed in agony if he could have mustered up enough strength, but all that escaped his burning throat was a pathetic whimper.

He didn't know how long he had been lying there when, even above the ever-present, throbbing pain in just about every part of his body, he felt an unpleasant sting at his temple and, with great effort, lifted one of his shaking hands to it, only to jerk it back in shock at what he felt. After a moment, he managed to touch the strange object again. It was definitely metal, a round plate of sorts, a little less than an inch in diameter, with a little nub in the center, as if to serve as a docking point for...

A strangled moan escaped his muzzle as his whole form cringed and twitched, fragmented memories flashing before his clouded inner eye, one worse than the other, but without any relation.

...a strange room, completely white with a single, but extremely bright light let into the ...ceiling...gone

...blurred faces, eying him, one with a pair of glasses that awkwardly reflected the light...gone

...the feeling of an infusion-needle being shoved into his strapped-down arm...gone

...wires...gone

...more needles...gone

...and pain...so much pain

In a last effort he somehow managed to scramble to his feet again, brutally ripping the strange metal plate from his temple. The pain this caused was intense, and despite the still pouring rain he could feel fresh blood running down the side of his face, but he didn't care anymore.

He had to escape.

He didn't get far though, his drained body only managing to drag itself another fifty meters before his legs gave way again and he fell again, his futile attempt to catch himself only resulting in him twisting awkwardly and fall back-first off the sidewalk and onto the street..

The last thing he saw before finally drifting into the merciful arms of unconsciousness was a huge silhouette, intimidating like that of an angel, looking down on him, the creature's huge wings blocking the rain as they spread out behind their owner...

Sasha woke with a start and immediately found himself sitting bolt upright in his bed, small drops of cold sweat forming on his brow. Any other person would have shrugged it off as an ordinary nightmare, albeit an extremely intense and realistic one, but for Sasha it was the first thing he could remember from his past.

Knowing that he would hardly be able to sleep anymore right now he got out of bed with a sigh and slowly made his way towards the small bathroom of his apartment. Sasha switched the light on and, squinting at the sudden brightness, went to the washbasin and filled his cupped hands with cold water, which he threw into his face with a gasp. He looked at his now dripping face in the mirror for several moments, marveling at the way the small droplets glistened in his fur.

Everybody said he was beautiful, and they were probably right. The young jackal was blessed with the typically sharp, slender facial features of his species and a lithe, slender build that made both males and females turn their heads more than once.

But in moments like these when, even though it had been more than three years, the memories of that horrible night woke him up, Sasha saw a different face look back at him in the mirror. This jackal's face was gaunt and lifeless, staring back at him through a layer of blood and grime with hollow eyes - eyes that he knew were his own, distinguished by their unique color, unnaturally dark but with an almost kaleidoscopic sparkle.

With another sigh Sasha turned away from the mirror, unable to shake off the image of the jackal he had been when he was found three years ago, half-dead and without any memories of anything but his name and his age.

A glance at his alarm clock told him that it was only three in the morning, but Sasha knew that now that the memories were so present again, he would definitely get no more sleep, so he just sat down on the edge of his bed and let his thoughts wander, absent-mindedly playing with the fur on his tail.

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"Good evening, sir. Shall I head homeward?"

Although he was already in his third month of working as a driver for Maximilian Almasy, his boss's taciturn, inscrutable appearance still made the young german shepherd shift uncomfortably whenever he was around - and not only because the large wolf could send him packing for the smallest of mistakes if he wanted.

Maximilian Almasy was simply not someone to mess with, considering the fact that he alone owned a good two thirds of the city's clubs, restaurants and bars.

"Yes, Daniel. And hurry up a little - I need a bit of rest.", he commanded without even looking directly at his driver while he climbed in the back of the sleek, black stretch-limousine.

"Certainly, sir." Daniel replied, glad to be able to take a deep breath after he had closed the car door carefully behind his boss, who, unfortunately, seemed to be in a rather bad mood tonight.

'Well aren't I lucky - looks like it's gonna start raining as well...'

The next fifteen minutes went by rather uneventful except for the occasional flash of lightning that would momentarily flood the gray concrete-canyons of the city with ghostly white light.

It was immediately after one of those illuminations that Daniel's eye caught the sight of a lonely figure running along the sidewalk towards them, but as soon as the momentary light had vanished, he disappeared behind thick curtains of rain beyond the reach of the limousine's headlights. The German shepherd squinted into the darkness, letting out a shocked "Fuck!" as the figure reappeared in his headlights, caught in the yellow cone of light just as it seemed to trip over its own feet, twisting awkwardly in mid air before falling right onto the street only yards before the car.

In a desperate attempt to avoid a crash, Daniel slammed down on the brakes with both his feet, clutching the steering wheel with all his might to keep the heavy limousine under his control.

It was futile.

The car's rear broke out to the side, the right rear wheel slammed hard against the curb and for a moment the limousine's left side was lifted off the ground, leaving the heavy vehicle completely out of Daniel's control until all four wheels slammed back onto the ground.

The canine did not know how, but somehow he managed to bring them to a screeching halt, but only after having the car turning more than 90 degrees in the other direction so that they now effectively blocking the street.

Daniel's heart pounded furiously against his ribs and his breath came ragged and much too fast, and for eternal moments, the young German shepherd could do nothing but stare blankly into nowhere, his mind bare of any thought. It was a loud and clearly furious groan from behind him that brought him back to reality, but Daniel was still unable to move as Maximilian Almasy's voice boomed at him through the speakers.

"DANIEL!! What in the name of sanity was that??! Are you planning to KILL both of us? You can be fucking sure that this was the last time you ever..."

"S-sir.."

"Shut up you incapable prick!", the wolf yelled, his face distorted into a snarl of rage "You are the most idiotic..."

"Sir I..."

"WHAT NOW??"

Daniel had shrunk into his seat more and more with every single one of his boss's words, but now that the furious wolf left him a chance to speak, he tried desperately to explain himself.

"S-sir I...I'm sorry, but i-it was not my fault I-I had to...I...there was..."

And suddenly, he remembered the figure on the street.

With a strangled gasp the young canine flung open his door and scrambled out into the rain, almost falling over in the process.

With shaky legs he hasted around the car and immediately saw him, lying hardly two meters from the limousine's rear wheel. Daniel moved closer and quickly bent down to examine the small figure. From this distance he could see that it was a young jackal, probably no 18 years old, and he was in a horrible state, wearing nothing but a torn, long shirt that looked charred at the edges.

The German shepherd realized with a horrified gasp that, while at least being alive, the jackal was seemingly unconscious and bled from several cuts and bruises, but the rain and dirt he was soaked in made it impossible to determine how badly injured he really was.

"Daniel what on...oh my god!", Maximilian Almasy too had meanwhile stepped out of the car and was now standing behind hid young driver, looking down onto the unconscious jackal with a look of pure shock on his otherwise so stern features.

"Did you do that?", he asked throatily "Daniel! Did you hit him?"

Daniel winced and shook his head violently, his voice breaking as he spluttered "N-no, sir, so. I don't think...he...he fell by himself and then...and then I braked and..."

"Okay, shut up, I believe you.", the wolf barked, silencing the young canine with an imperious gesture "Does he...is he...alive?"

Daniel could only nod, his tongue suddenly feeling much to heavy to speak.

"Well then help me get him in the car you idiot! We have to take him to a hospital!"

The demanding tone of his boss's voice left no room for arguments, Daniel knew that, so he quickly scrambled up and moved to the jackal's legs while Maximilian carefully hooked his paws under the small canine's shoulders. Together they lifted him off the ground and carefully placed his limp body on the back seat of the limousine. "Can you drive?" the wolf asked with concern in his voice, but Daniel nodded, quickly getting in the driver's seat again while his boss sat down on the seat opposite of where the jackal was now laying, pressing his thumb to the smaller canine's slender wrist to feel his pulse, which was extremely weak, but seemed stable.

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With a sigh, Sasha got up from the edge of his bed, the alarm clock meanwhile showing half past four. He himself didn't have any memories of how he had been found by Mr Almasy, but when he had woken up later in the hospital, they had told him what had happened. It had taken him a full month to recover enough to get out of hospital, partly because of the state his body had been in, but mostly because they had - amongst an astonishing cocktail of other pharmaceuticals - found traces of an unknown chemical or drug in his blood, however too little of it to analyze properly.

During his time in hospital, both the doctors and Mr Almasy had done everything to find out his identity, but strangely, nobody seemed to have ever heard of him.

And he himself remembered only his first name and age: Sasha, sixteen years.

By the time he was released, the doctors had given up trying to find out who he was, but Mr Almasy and his driver hadn't. Since he had neither a place to go, nor money to survive, Daniel, who had hardly left the side of his bed during his time in hospital, suggested taking him in for a while until they had figured out what should become of him.

The German shepherd had somewhat become Sasha's attachment figure, mostly because it was him who had spent the most time with the young jackal, so he had gratefully accepted and moved into Daniel's small apartment.

In the following two years, the two of them had grown rather close, the German shepherd assuming the role of a big brother, who had turned out to be more than willing to do anything to help Sasha, even if this meant that he had to sacrifice most of what little free time he had due to his job as Mr Almasy's driver, but he had never complained. Sasha had started attending evening school soon after, but to everyone's astonishment, although having no memories where or if he had gone to school before, the young jackal was quite educated.

Sasha yawned and stretched while he padded to his small bathroom again and took off the oversized t-shirt that formed the only thing he was wearing at the moment, throwing it carelessly behind him before he stepped into the shower and turned on the water.

Five months ago, with the help of Daniel and a few of his friends, he had started working as a barkeeper in one of Mr Almasy's nightclubs, which had enabled him to rent a little apartment for himself to relieve the financial strain on Daniel, whom he had been living with for more than two years. At first when Sasha had told him of his decision, the German shepherd had waved it aside as unnecessary, but Sasha knew that, even though he would never admit it, things would be much easier for him if Sasha were able to provide for himself.

They had actually had their first real argument about this, but in the end, Daniel had agreed to help him find work and somewhere to live, so it hadn't taken long until he moved into a small, three-room apartment in one of the city's oldest quarters, a neighborhood dominated by old apartment houses that gave a strong contrast to the ultra-modern glass and concrete giants surrounding them.

But above all, it was cheap and reasonably safe.

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One good thing about working as a barkeeper in a nightclub was that your working hours never started before about eight in the evening, leaving you most of the day to do other things.

Sasha quietly hummed some song he had recently heard as he got off the bus and crossed the street to walk the last few meters to the "Indigo", the club he worked at, enjoying the last few rays of sunlight that poured over the crest of the skyline, causing his black headfur to shine and sparkle with the subtle shades of a rather nifty dyejob he had done lately.

It was of course much too early for any guests to be standing at the entrance, but Sasha took the side entrance labeled "staff only" anyway, smirking at the large illuminated panel reading "Tonight - Men's Night" that hung over the main entrance.

At the "Indigo", every night was a "men's night" - based on the fact that it was one of the city's most popular gay clubs.

Sasha had found out about his sexuality a little more than a year ago, when Daniel and a few of his friends had taken him to a café they often met at. Amongst them was Juha, a charming snow leopard who had immediately fascinated the young jackal. Sometime during that evening he had told Sasha a bit about himself, that he had been a classmate of Daniel's, that he worked at one of Mr Almasy's nightclubs, a gay club to be precise and that he too was homosexual.

Sasha blushed as he thought of how he had been lying awake that night, thinking of the handsome feline that had called him "cutie" when the group had separated. It had taken him a full week to admit to himself that he had had a crush on Juha, another to come to terms with what that probably meant about his sexuality and what Daniel would say about it, but the German shepherd seemed to have already noticed what was going on, as just one day later, Juha called and asked if Sasha would like to go to town with him for the afternoon.

At first, the jackal was so surprised and nervous that he had almost dropped the phone, but in the end he was more than happy to agree.

Sasha had confessed himself to Daniel that day with tears in his eyes and fear in his voice, but the German shepherd had embraced him and told him everything was alright.

Soon afterwards, Juha had picked him up and they had spent one of the best afternoons Sasha had ever experienced: The snow leopard introduced him to several people from the scene, showed him around several places the gay community met at and took him to a club in the evening.

Over time they spent some more time together, but save for Sasha's initial crush on Juha, they didn't date together, which was fine though, as Sasha felt better with them being close friends after all.

It was also through Juha that he had finally gotten the job at the "Indigo", and now they worked the same hours on Friday, Sunday and Wednesday.

"Hey Sasha!"

The jackal turned his head as he hung his jacket to a hook in the staff's lockers and waved to the athletic rat that stood leaning against the door frame, winking at him from behind a pair of red shades.

"Hi Sean, good to see you again - it's been a while.", Sasha answered, walking up to the rodent to hug him briefly. "So you're in charge of the music tonight?"

"Sure - I've done some other clubs out of town, but this is where i belong, dude, so I'm back for a while." Sean, was a notorious DJ who often managed the music at the "Indigo", and one of Juha's friends, which was how Sasha had first met him. "Damn, Sasha - you sure look hot tonight! You better watch out or someone might just grab you and take you with him.", he remarked with another wink that made Sasha blush and shift around a little uncomfortably.

He knew he looked better than most - he had been told that by enough people - but open flattery still made his face grow hot.

"Ya think so? Well...thanks, but I'll take care - see you around, okay?"

"Sure, hot stuff.", Sean said with a toothy grin, his whip-like tail, around which he wore two golden rings, curling around his right leg as he watched the jackal walk past him out of the lockers, stealing away more than one glance at the young canine's taut rump, covered only by a pair of black jeans cutoffs, and his tail, which swayed seductively from side to side with every step.

'Damn, I'd bet my tail that he's doing this on purpose...little showoff.' the rat thought while he adjusted his black baggy pants, which had become quite a bit tighter all of a sudden.

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The rhythmic pulsing of dozens of huge sub woofers seeped through the massive club doors, growing louder every once in a while, when the two bouncers let another fur in, and died down to a subtle thumping shortly afterwards.

With a suspicious glance, one of the bouncers eyed a newcomer, a tiger of enormous stature, that easily dwarfed those who stood before him in the line by at least a head. Although the massive feline was doing nothing more than stand there, smoking a cigarette with his paws in the pockets of his military style baggy pants, the fur before him, a smallish bunny who looked just a bit too young to be visiting such a club, was visibly shaking with intimidation.

By the time all the furs in front of the bunny had either been let in or sent away, the small lapine seemed to have shrunken even more, now that he stood between the huge tiger and the only slightly smaller bouncer, a gray wolf. "You look a little young for this, ya know? Got any ID with ya?"

"S-sure, just a sec.." the young bunny fumbled with the wallet he'd somehow managed to fit into the back pocket of his jeans cutoffs despite their tightness, but after little time and an inquisitive glance from the wolf he was finally let in, looking rather relieved to get away from the looming feline behind him.

Now that he was standing face to face with the tiger, the bouncer noticed that even he was several inches shorter than the feline - a rare condition he definitely didn't like.

"Evening, bro. I haven't seen you 'round here before...new in town?" he said as nonchalantly as he could manage.

The tiger smirked and threw away his cigarette, stepping it out with a heavy boot before he answered, "Yeah, suppose so...just comin' through."

"You got anything with ya that I should know of?" the wolf asked with a gesture of his head while looking him up and down, trying to spot any suspicious bulges under the massive feline's leather jacket.

"C'mon man, this is a nightclub, right? Not the fucking embassy or something - I ain't got any things with me." the tiger growled, but the bouncer was persistent. "Still, you don't mind me searching you, do ya?", he asked, his body tensing instinctively as if awaiting an attack.

"Not at all...", the tiger sighed and turned around, holding his arms out to let the wolf search him briefly.

Of course, he didn't find anything.

"Fine, you're clean." the gray lupine grumbled, "No offense, man, but let's say you just look like...well... a potential risk."

"Take it easy, daddy, I'll behave - unless someone begs me not to.", the massive cat growled, walking past the bouncer with a triumphant grin on his striped face. "Unless one of those little sluts begs me not to..."

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So far the evening had been quite a busy one for Sasha, which was nothing unusual for a Sunday, although Fridays were just about as busy. The "Indigo" was filled to the brim with a colorful mix of furs ranging from 18 to 35, coming in every and any shape and form one could imagine.

Up on stage, Sean was spinning records like there was no tomorrow, directing the dancing crowd below him in any way he wanted, taking an occasional sip from a large cocktail glass he had standing on the floor beside him as not to risk spilling something on his equipment.

Sasha was behind the bar with Juha and another of Mr Almasy's employees, a Dalmatian named Keiran, doing his best to keep up with the patrons' thirst and flirt-attacks, of which the latter seemed to increase as the night went on.

So far, Juha was leading with the flirt count, but Sasha was not far behind, having to turn down yet another offer to "take a little break from work, if you know what mean" with a coy smile and an apologetic shake of his head.

"Oh my, look at how they're hanging over their drinks drooling after you!", Juha mocked, having to speak directly into Sasha's ear to overpower the music, "Looks like I have to worry about my customers if you go on being sexy like that!"

The jackal rolled his eyes and playfully stuck his tongue out at the beautiful snow leopard playfully, throwing a glance behind him while he poured in some more drinks and seeing that Juha hadn't been lying.

With a smirk, the sexy jackal turned around, two glasses in his paws and went on serving.

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Once inside, the huge tiger let his eyes wander across the room, scanning the dancing crowd carefully, like a predator searching for a suitable prey.

Slowly he prowled towards the dance floor, his way of walking reeking of confidence and power, and almost instantly, he saw himself engulfed in a sea of bodies, all moving more or less simultaneously, twisting and swaying with the throbbing music.

Well, not completely "engulfed", as most of the furs were too intimidated by his appearance to dare not move out of his way a little, which resulted in him being able to make his way through the crowd much more easily than anyone else would have managed to.

The tiger grinned at this, it was the same as anywhere he went - people were intimidated by his size and bulk and he loved every moment of it.

Suddenly, he felt something bump into his side, and a glance downwards revealed that it was the same little bunny that had been waiting in line before him outside. The small lapine had been dancing with his eyes closed for a moment and suddenly he felt himself bump into something rock hard with his back.

"Woops, sorry I..." the bunny cooed with a voice that literally dripped with cuteness, obviously trying to use his clumsiness for a little flirt, but he instantly fell silent when he realized just who he had bumped into.

The tiger flashed the bunny a dangerous, predatory smile that reduced the small lapine to a quivering pile of brown and white fur. "Hi there!" he growled, baring even more of his gleaming teeth, causing the bunny to let out a strangled squeak before he quickly scrambled away into the crowd, desperate to get away from the huge cat.

Chuckling to himself, the tiger continued to weave his way through the crowd, but nobody else dared to dance up against him, which disappointed the large feline slightly, but then he saw him.

His prey for the night, behind the bar.

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Sasha had just managed to turn down a rather persistent hyena who had insisted on buying him a drink when he saw a massive figure come up to the bar a little to his right. The huge tiger didn't bother taking a seat, but instead leaned on the counter with his massive arms crossed, each of them looking considerably thicker than the jackal's legs, and flashed him a toothy grin.

Sasha swallowed the know that had suddenly formed in his throat and walked over to the impressive feline, wearing the best smile he could manage.

"Hi there, big boy, what can I do for you?", the jackal asked, straining to overpower the music, not wanting to lean in too close to the tiger, whose grin widened before he growled in his deep, rich voice, "How about a taste of your sweet little lips as a starter?"

Sasha's eyes went wide at such boldness, but he quickly regained his composure, "I'm afraid you'll have to stick with what I can give you in a glass for now, so?"

The tiger's grin never faded a bit, and after a short moment he answered, "What a shame, I guess I'll have a double shot of vodka then. Pure, on the rocks."

With a quick nod, Sasha turned around quickly and poured the tiger his drink, putting it on the counter before him as soon as the glass was full.

During the next forty minutes, that vodka was followed by five more, however without any more "other" requests, much to the jackal's relief. When he brought him his seventh shot, however, the tiger suddenly reached out and grabbed Sasha by his arm, pulling him in close to his face so that their muzzles were only inches apart.

"You know, it's dangerous to be as sexy as you are when around a whole bunch of sex-hungry males.", he growled with a gesture of his head towards the other patrons, the alcohol heavy on his breath, "You should better have someone strong to protect you."

Sasha tried hard to free his arm from the tiger's grip, but his paws were like vices, hard and unrelenting like steel. "The only one I have to be protected from is you! Now let go of me!", he panted, his voice full of fear as he struggled.

Then suddenly, the tiger let go of him, causing Sasha to stagger back a few steps before he regained his balance and looked up again.

Behind the tiger, two of the club's bouncers had appeared, one of them holding the large feline's arm behind his back while the other took hold of his other shoulder. "You alright, Sasha? He didn't hurt you, did he?" the one holding the tiger's shoulder, a tall bear Sasha knew as Kobe asked, looking at the ruffled fur on the jackal's arm where the tiger had been holding him.

"N-no, I'm okay...thanks, Kobe." Sasha said, brushing off his arm.

"You sure? Alright then, and you!", the bear growled at the tiger, "You're going to come with us, and don't do anything stupid!"

With a grunt the large feline let the two bouncers lead him towards the exit, fortunately without any resistance, but not without flashing Sasha a rather uncomfortable look over his shoulder before he and the bouncers were out of sight.

"Oh my god, Sasha!", Juha had come up behind the still trembling jackal and embraced him warmly, "Honey are you alright? How did that happen?"

"I...don't know, he was acting all normal, well...drinking a bit much perhaps...and then he just grabbed me." Sasha said quietly, his voice slightly husky.

"Don't think about it any further, dear." Juha said, stroking the jackal's chest softly through his dark purple shirt, "Kobe and his crew will take care of him - you'll probably never even see him again. Do you want to take a break? Keiran and I can manage things around here until..."

"No, no, it's alright. I'm fine, really." Sasha interrupted him, wiggling himself out of the snow leopard's tight embrace gently.

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The rest of the night passed on without further events, and before long, Sean announced his last track before the club closed.

Sasha sighed tiredly as he entered the lockers with the rest of the staff and took his jacket. Juha eyed the young jackal concernedly - he had not shown any signs of shock from the tiger's attack, but the snow leopard did not know how much stress Sasha could take, considering his past.

"Hey Sasha...", Juha said, placing a paw on the jackal's shoulder which caused the young canine to look up at him, "Do you want me to take you home? Maybe it's better if you don't go wandering around this late..."

Sasha looked at his friend for a moment before turning his head away, shaking it slightly, "No...I don't think that's necessary, Juha. I'm fine...and it's only one block to the bus station."

"Are you sure?", Juha asked, looking him in the eyes intently, not willing to give up so fast, "It would be no problem for me, really."

"Juha...", Sasha said with a firm voice, "I'll be fine, I promise."

"...Well, okay then...just take care.", the snow leopard finally said, reluctantly.

"I will, night Juha." Sasha said, waving over his shoulder as he made his way out of the lockers and into the night.

It took him little more than five minutes to the bus station, but it looked like he would have to wait another ten minutes for the bus to arrive, so he sat down on one of the uncomfortable benches and began to let his thoughts wander, just like he always did when he was alone.

Suddenly he caught a movement in the corner of his eye, just where his field of vision ended, but when he turned his head, there was nothing.

"H-hello?", he called into the night, his voice shaking slightly, however without receiving an answer. "If this is supposed to be funny, it isn't! Hello?"

This time there was an answer, but not of the kind Sasha would have expected: A low, pitiful moan resounded from the darkness of an alleyway behind the bus station.

Although his instincts told him to stay where he was, Sasha slowly got up from his bench. "Hello? Is there somebody there?" Something about that moan had sounded strange, almost painful, so Sasha took a few more steps towards the alley, trying to peer into the darkness.

"Is everything alright? Hello?" the jackal called again, taking another step and...

Suddenly, two hands shot at him out of the darkness, one of them taking hold of his arm and spinning him around while the other one, equally large and incredibly strong, placed itself over his muzzle, muffling the surprised shriek that had hardly escaped his throat.

With a harsh jerk, Sasha was pulled backwards into the darkness, his legs flailing uselessly under him as he was lifted off his feet, but only moments later he was brutally pushed, back-first against a wall, the impact knocking the air from his lungs completely.

Then, all of a sudden, the hands were gone and Sasha sagged back against the rough concrete, struggling to keep his balance as he gasped for air, little lights dancing before his eyes, which only slowly became used to the darkness of the alley.

"Hello there, pretty."

The sound of that deep, rich voice made Sasha's head clear in an instant and his eyes went wide in horror as a titanic figure peeled itself from the shadows, feline eyes glowering down at him from above. "You...?"

With an enraged grunt the towering cat slammed his right paw against the wall only inches from Sasha's head, causing the smaller jackal to wince and press himself harder against the wall, trying desperately to get away.

"Surprised to see me here, eh?", the tiger growled, his voice slightly slurry from the alcohol, "I gave you a chance to give yourself to me, you know? But you had to refuse!"

He almost spat the last word, his face only inches from Sasha's, just like he had done back at the club, but this time there were no bouncers to save him.

"You know, when I first saw you at that fucking club, running around in your faggot shorts, flirting with people, being SEXY, I knew that you were going to be mine."

"Please, go away...leave me alone, I-I...", Sasha stammered, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest, so hard was its pounding against his ribcage.

"I knew that you would be mine!", the tiger repeated, licking his lips right in front of the jackal's eyes, "Either at your own will...or at mine!"

And as soon as he had hissed the last word, the huge tiger roughly grabbed Sasha by the shirt and brutally pressed his lips to the much smaller canine's, forcing him into a painful kiss.

Sasha struggled hard against the tiger's kiss, that was mashing his lips back against his own teeth painfully, and without thinking he balled his right paw into a fist and shot it against the side of the feline's face as hard as he could.

The tiger actually let go of him and staggered back a step, however not from the actual force of the impact - which was rather pathetic compared to what he was used to - but from the sheer surprise.

Sasha, however, was at least just as surprised and unable to move, his legs simply disobeying his mind's orders as a small drop of blood fell from his lip to the ground, the sound of it seeming much too loud.

Sasha watched as, seemingly in slow-motion, the surprised look on the tigers face changed into one of anger, then open rage. "You little slut!" he roared and slammed his fist into the small jackal's stomach with the force of a jackhammer.

Sasha's body cringed and he would surely have vomited, had the incredible pain that spread through his body not paralyzed him completely.

But it was only beginning.

Before he even hit the ground, another punch was thrown at his face, causing the jackal's body to spin around like a rag doll as his head snapped to one side with a sickening crack and a new explosion of pain that easily made the one in his stomach forgotten and knocked him senseless.

But he should not be granted that mercy for long.

Sasha came to again right after he hit the ground, as a booted foot brutally hit his shoulder, causing him to skid across the alley floor until a dumpster ungently stopped him, adding yet another set of bruises to his body. He would have screamed, but he couldn't, even when he felt a huge paw pick him up by the neck.

"See...", the tiger spat, panting heavily in his rage, "you could have had it the easy way, but now..."

Sasha tried to speak, to beg for his life, but even if he could have, the feline's eyes showed no mercy. He threw the poor jackal against the wall where he remained lying, face down, his body completely limp, but still conscious enough to realize in horror that the tiger was now kneeling over him and began tearing off his now blood stained clothes.

"No...please...no...", Sasha pleaded, every movement of his jaw sending unbearable lances of pain into his very being, but the raging feline knew no mercy.

A loud ripping sound could be heard as Sasha's jeans cutoffs were shredded off him with a swipe of sharp claws, leaving him covered by nothing more than a tight, red thong - a kink he had discovered about himself not so long ago.

"Well look at this...", the tiger growled above him, his voice sounding strangely distant to the beaten jackal, "I knew you wanted it...but you could have had it so much more easily!"

Sasha yelped feebly as the thong too was ripped off him, the thin string biting painfully into his skin before it gave way, exposing him completely to his attacker.

"Please...you can't do this...I-I...nooo!", he pleaded again, thrashing around frantically as he felt something hard and incredibly large press between the furry cheeks of his perfect rump, rubbing the tender space in his cleft mockingly, as if to give him an impression of what was awaiting him.

"No...no...no!", he kept on whimpering, falling suddenly silent as he felt sharp teeth close around his neck from behind.

"Shut up and stop struggling, bitch, or I'll rip your cute little throat out, understand?", the tiger's voice was so low his teeth sent vibrations into Sasha's neck as the huge cat tightened the grip of his jaws enough to draw small droplets of blood from the jackal's neck, who stopped struggling at once.

"Very good, you pathetic little slut, see how you like this!", the tiger snarled into Sasha's neck while positioning his impressive member at the small canine's entrance.

Sasha's mind reeled as he felt the pressure at his tailhole, letting him feel the tiger's size and even though he could not see it, he knew it was just as massive as everything about the titanic feline. He had to escape somehow, had to get away from this monster threatening to...

His thoughts were cut short instantly as the tiger pushed forward savagely, brutally ramming a good third of his barbed rod past Sasha's incredibly tight ring, simply breaking through the poor jackal's resistance like a battering ram.

Sasha would have screamed, yelled at the top of his lungs if he had been able to, but the searing explosion of unbearable pain that easily dwarfed everything he had ever known as he felt like he was being split in two was simply too much for him.

"Hrrmpff...damn you're one tight bitch...mmmmh...maybe...maybe you're a virgin?", the tiger huffed, letting go of Sasha's neck so that he could reposition himself to get a better angle, gripping the little jackal's hips tightly with unsheathed claws.

With a strained groan he pushed forward even harder, forcing another third of his throbbing member into his victim's unwilling body until he would not go any further.

Sasha finally managed to scream, loud and painfully as his body was violated so brutally that he wished for nothing more than to faint, but instead his head was forced roughly down onto the concrete with an ill crack as his nasal bone broke and fresh blood dripped into the small puddle which had already seeped from his broken lip and cheek.

"Damn you...let...me in!", the tiger groaned as he pulled back until only the barbed head of his cock remained inside the jackal's abused rear, musing at the trails of crimson that covered his length in a sadistic rush of dominance before he plunged back inside with brute force, fighting against the resistance of Sasha's body with all the strength he could muster, the jackal's agonized screams, which sounded strangely subdued because of his broken nose, only spurring him on further.

Sasha felt his insides being torn apart by the mighty cat's cruel spear of flesh, but no matter how he struggled, he knew he had not even the slightest chance, so his mind tried to shut down.

Realizing that his screams had decreased to agonized whimpers and sobs, the tiger redoubled his efforts and thrusted into Sasha's tailhole like a jackhammer, drawing blood that would at least provide some lubrication every time he pulled out until suddenly, the jackal's body gave way and he hilted himself inside the spasming canine completely with a triumphant roar.

To Sasha, the pain exploded into yet unknown torments that could be expressed by no scream, and for a moment it felt like his insides had been completely impaled on the thick pole of barbed meat.

"Oh yessssss!", the tiger hissed in ecstasy as Sasha's body wrapped around his entire length like a glove of hot, pulsing silk, and with a savage growl, the massive feline began to pull himself out of the jackal's ass again, his member this time accompanied by a considerable amount of blood.

But he didn't care.

Lost in an overwhelming rush of primal desire and domination he began pounding into Sasha's violated tail savagely, shaking the young canine's limp body like a rag doll with every thrust, grunting lustily every time his large balls slapped against the jackal's smaller pair from behind.

Sasha was lost in a sea of pain and agony, his screams having long died down to husky sobs as he numbly realized that he could not open his mouth anymore - his jaw was probably broken from the beating he had received - but he didn't even really feel that pain, his whole world having been reduced to the enormous cock that tore him apart from the inside. He could feel his mind getting foggier with every new, blood-drawing thrust and he had long lost the power to fight, so he merely prayed for it all to end.

It took him another seven minutes.

With one last, balls-deep thrust the tiger finally came, roaring his orgasm out into the night as his barbs flared out, further ravaging Sasha's battered ass, and he released a true torrent of hot seed deep into the jackal's bowels. Lost in his ecstasy he leaned forward and closed his powerful jaws mercilessly around Sasha's shoulder in a furious mating bite that pierced skin and muscle while he rode his orgasm with short, brutal thrusts until he finally pulled out and finished on the jackal's black-furred back while a sickening mixture of blood and cum gushed from his abused tailhole, the torn ring of muscle unable to hold anything in.

Sasha groaned weakly as he felt his bowels fill with the feline's seething cum, that stung agonizingly in his wounds, hovering between consciousness and unconsciousness for ages, but then, just as he was about to slip into darkness, the weight of the tiger disappeared from his back and he was brutally yanked to his knees by the scruff of his neck.

"Oh we're not done yet, slut!", the large cat sneered, his eyes clouded and bulging as he was hopelessly lost in his flush of that most primal display of power only completely dominating another, weaker being could bring him. "Open that cute little mouth of yours, now!", he demanded, positioning his still raging hard cock before Sasha's bruised lips.

Sasha tried to do as he was told, knowing that if he didn't the tiger would do something even worse to him, but his broken jaw wouldn't move - the joint seemed to have been unhinged.

"I said OPEN UP!", the tiger roared and more tears flowed down Sasha's cheeks as sharp claws dug into the back of his neck, but still he couldn't move his jaw.

"Fine, if that's the way you want it!", the feline growled, much more quiet this time, but much more threatening than his shouting had been and roughly gripped Sasha's chin with his free hand.

"Nnnnh...", he mumbled, his dark eyes going wide with panic, but it was too late:

With a brutal yank, the tiger pulled the jackal's lower jaw down, simply ignoring the resistance from the flailing canine's broken jaw and his strangled scream before he simply fainted.

"Fuck you, bitch! GET UP AT ONCE!", the raging feline roared as Sasha's body went limp once again and sagged back down to the floor, unable to hold himself on his knees anymore, with his mouth wide open. Not willing to give up, the tiger grabbed Sasha's unconscious form by one arm and dragged him across the floor until he propped him up against the dumpster holding his head up with one paw and simply ramming his blood and semen-covered length down the poor jackal's throat, causing him to gag and stir slightly.

Air...he needed to breathe...but he couldn't...something...something blocking his airways...

With a desperate cough Sasha came to again, just as the tiger pulled out of his throat again, however only to thrust himself in again before the twitching canine could take a proper breath.

"Joining us again, puppy? I've got the feeling you're getting to enjoy this!", the tiger grunted, his voice slurry with perverse lust and pulled back once again, momentarily freeing Sasha's airways, but when he launched his hips forwards again, he put so much force behind his thrust that the poor canine's head brutally banged against the dumpster behind him with a dull thump that made Sasha see stars.

He did not know for how long it continued like this, trying desperately to focus his oxygen-deprived mind on taking short gasps of air whenever the monstrous length was withdrawn from his throat, though the constant impacts to the back of his skull were rapidly taking their toll, threatening to make him pass out again - and he knew that that would be it.

"Oh yesssss...feeling it, bitch? You love that, don't you?", the tiger huffed as he felt himself getting close again and before he knew it, he felt his large balls tightening again, so he took a last, deep thrust and emptied his second load into the jackal's stomach, literally bashing the small canine's head into the meanwhile crimson-stained metal of the dumpster with unrelenting force.

Sasha numbly felt the heavy length of meat flare out in his throat, then another impact of his head, harder than all the ones before and then...darkness.

As soon as he pulled out of Sasha's throat for the last time, the tiger watched his lithe body fall forwards, where he remained laying motionless in a growing puddle of blood and semen, that dribbled obscenely from his muzzle and tailhole.

"Shit...", the towering feline grunted while stuffing his softening member back into his baggy pants, "What a fuck...goodbye, little slut..."

And with that, he turned around and walked off, his lust and alcohol-clouded mind not spending another thought at whether the battered jackal was dead or not.

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"Mmmh...what the...? Hello?", sleep was still heavy on the hyena's voice as he groggily picked up the phone that had kept ringing relentlessly next to his bed until he had woken from his way too short sleep.

"Detective Brogan? This is chief inspector McKanna, I'm sorry to call you at this late hour, but I request your presence at a crime scene."

The sharp, demanding female voice that came quietly from the earpiece drove any traces of weariness from his mind faster than two double-espressos, and within a flash the spotted hyena was sitting bolt upright on the edge of his bed.

"Yes, ma'am, I'll be there as fast as possible, where...", he was cut short before he could finish his question, but it wasn't necessary.

"Langley Street, two blocks south from the "Indigo" nightclub. You know where that is? Good. Oh and Brogan...?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"...Don't eat anything on the way here...the poor devil is quite a mess..."

...To be continued...