FSE

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Warning! This story contains homosexual intercourse, rape, lots of nudity, drug use, and a bit of foul language. If you are not yet of the legal age to veiw such material, which is 18 or 21 depending on location, please do not read on. If you are of the legal age, please enjoy. Remember, all characters are copyrighted to me, as is the story, so please do not infringe on my rights as an author.

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"I have four walls. I am a fortress, deep and mighty, that none may penetrate. I have no need for friendship. Friendship causes pain. It's laughter and loving I disdain."

-Paul Simon and Art Garfunkle

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I stood by the front door of a clean, fairly large apartment and waited for the canine in front of me to make sure he had enough money. He looked at the money with a hint of regret in his eye before handing it to me. I counted the bills the dog handed me carefully. Sure enough, there was fifty. Before I went to Chicago, I would never have accepted such low fare, but I was new and didn't have many customers and contacts, so I had to start at the bottom of the barrel.

The job was simple though. The customer, a beautiful Shetland sheepdog, was unsure when I first approached him at the bar nearly half an hour ago. He was built like a runner, his chest and abs were easy to notice. In fact, with the front of his blue shirt unbuttoned and his wife-beater hugging his body so tightly, it was like he was hard not to notice. I watched as he gave the bartender a college ID with the University of Chicago seal on it and made a fairly educated guess that this puppy was either a junior or a senior. He looked bummed, so I decided he might be an easy target if he's into males. He was, thank God or Buddha or whichever deity was smiling on me that time. He introduced himself as Sean Clover, and it didn't take me long to get him talking.

His girlfriend dumped him recently and he thought she was definitely the one. He wasn't doing well in physics class, so he lost his place on the cross country team. His parents were very rich, but they were angry at him for not doing better grade-wise so they refused to cover the part of tuition what his cross country scholarship was paying. He thought his life was a mess. I played the role of the good little listener, not because I cared, but because I needed to. In order to survive on the streets, the most important skill you have to have is listening.

I gave him my sympathy and then made my subtle offer. He caught on right away. He seemed unsure, but I didn't have to try very hard to convince him. After one more drink, we were on our way.

After I counted the money, I put it in my pocket and smiled to him.

"So, what do you want to do, big boy?" I asked, smiling.

"Um...how about we go to my room." He still seemed slightly unsure.

As he turned to lead the way, I grabbed his arm and pulled him into a deep kiss. He seemed surprised, but he didn't pull away. There was no passion in the kiss, just pure and unbridled lust pouring in from both sides. I hooked my right leg around his waist and wound my tail around my own. It took him a bit, but he got the message. His paws moved down my back and too my ass, where they found a good grip. He lifted me off of the ground and began to carry me, while still kissing, back towards his room. He must have walked the path from the front door to the bedroom a million times, because he had it memorized. He didn't bother to close the door to the bedroom once we were inside. He laid me on my back on the edge of the bed and finally broke the kiss. As he pulled his shirt off and removed both of our pants, I studied the room. It was rather plain, except for one thing I found odd. He had a framed picture of his family just above the dresser. That's not something you see in an average college student's room.

I was brought back to the current situation by the feeling of a hard rod poking my ass. Sean had his eyes closed and was feeling his way to my tail hole. My own kitty member was nearly erect when his cock found my passage. All at once, he hilted himself in me and spared no time. He began thrusting as soon as he was in. I was so glad I wasn't a virgin, cause that would have hurt like only Satan knows what. The initial pain of entry gave way to pleasure as his long, hard shaft rubbed me in all the right places. Sean's muzzle opened and his tongue lolled out as he began to breath heavily. My legs were wrapped around his waist and he was leaning forward. His arms, propping the rest of his body up, were on the bed on either side of me. I reached up and pulled him into another kiss, our tongues dancing in my mouth. I started to suck on his tongue a bit, and he giggled into the kiss.

For what seemed like the thousandth time, a canine knot pushed its way past my anal ring and tied me to another dog. He came in me, and he came hard. I could feel his seed seeping out of my ass to pool on the bed below me. We continued to kiss and he continued to thrust until his knot dwindled and he could pull out. He broke the kiss and stood back, breathing hard. I was barely warmed up, and he was already exhausted. I sat up on the end of his bed and looked at him.

"Are you finished already?" I tried not to sound like I was in a hurry to leave.

"No, no. I just need a breather." He said.

Walking over, he knelt between my legs and began to caress my erect penis and swelled testes. The massage was highly stimulating, and I lied back and let him work. His hands started to slide across my cock, thanks to the large amount of pre-cum I was emitting. He sat for what seemed like forever just rubbing my cock. I was starting to get bored when his hands stopped touching me. I felt his rough tongue run slowly up the entire length of my dick, and it sent shivers down my spine. I purred as he licked my cock from bottom to top and back again. Then the warmth of his muzzle closed over the head and he began to suck. He worked on my cockhead much like a fur would suck a lollipop. He alternated from rubbing his tongue all over it to gently sucking on it. My purring turned into a continuous groaning.

He must have understood the change in vocalization, because right at that moment, he began to bob. He really didn't need to, because he had been working my dick for about twenty minutes and I was already about to blow, but he did anyway. About halfway down on his third bob, I came. I kept it going for as long as I could, and having as much practice as I have, I could keep it going longer than most. He jerked a bit when the first bit of semen hit his tongue, but he held still and gulped it down as it came. The orgasm didn't last forever, though. You know what they say about males, it's like a bottle rocket. You know, zip POW and it's over. Ah well, there's not a whole lot I could do about it.

We crawled up into his bed and just lied there. He was asleep before I knew it, so I slipped quietly out of bed. I put my thong and my jeans on and tucked my white shirt into them, and then I felt my pockets to make sure I had all of my junk. I hadn't taken a single step towards the bedroom door when I stopped. I heard the key sliding into the lock. Someone else was home. The front door opened and a human man came in.

"Sean! I'm home!" He shouted.

Sean stirred, then wiped his eyes. Sitting up, he hesitated when he saw me.

"Oh, yeah." He muttered. Then, he yelled, "Ben, we've got company!"

The man stuck his head in the bedroom door and looked around. When he saw me, he stared for a moment. I fiddled with the diamond stud in my ear, a nervous reaction.

"Sorry, dude, but I didn't bring enough food." He said.

"No worries. I've got to meet some people for dinner, anyways." I walked past him and headed for the door. "Sayoonara."

Grabbing my leather jacket off of the coat rack by the door, I walked out. Once I was out on the street again, I shook my head.

"Damn humans. What do furs see in them?" I muttered to myself.

I walked down the street, up an alley, and around a corner to an old tenement building. The front door was a set of vertical metal bars much like the ones you see in prisons. I pressed the button on the intercom next to it.

"Who is it?" Came an irritated Latino voice.

"It's Cat. Open the fucking door." I said, not one to tolerate sour moods.

"You got my money, James?"

"I swear to whatever fucking deity you are the slimy servant of, if you don't open this fucking door right now, I'll shove the syringe you've probably got in your arm right now up your fucking ass, monkey-boy!"

"All right, all right, jeez, puta grande! Just hold on!"

"Call me a big bitch one more time, Carlos, and we'll see who bitches louder with my cock up your ass!"

A door just inside the front door opened and a monkey came out. He wore a stain covered wife-beater and a pair of sweat-shorts, and he looked high. He walked up to the door and looked at me for a moment before opening it.

"Where's my money?" He asked, holding his paw out.

"Shut the fuck up. You know I already paid you for this month and next." I said calmly.

He sighed. I started to walk up the stairs, but he stopped me with a paw on my shoulder.

"Um...Cat? I need some money. Could I...um...borrow a hundred dollars?" He didn't look me in the eye, but instead looked at the ground and rubbed his neck.

Carlos had never asked me for money before, except for the rent. He seemed pretty serious.

"What do you need it for?" I asked.

"My madre. She is in the hospital again. She fell down and broke her hip. I don't have the money to cover it. I'm falling $300 dollars short." A single tear rolled down his cheek.

"Damn you," I thought to myself, "You always gotta help people, don't you! It's gonna get you killed someday."

I reached into my back pocket and pulled a roll of hundreds out of my jacket pocket. I pulled three of the bills out and handed them to him.

"Give me a dime bag." I said.

"I only charge, like..." He started.

"You need this money?" I interrupted. "Then take the cash and give me the weed."

He took the bills and jogged into his room. He came back with a sandwich bag containing dried cannabis buds.

"No stems, no seeds, nothing extra. Straight hydro. Only the best." He handed it to me, then walked back into his room without any further conversation.

I shrugged and walked up the stairs. It was dark and damp inside the tenements and graffiti covered the walls. The smell of dirty diapers and various drugs lingered in the air. I heard babies crying, adults shouting, and kids laughing. I was home.

When I got to the fourth floor, I heard a feminine voice shouting my name in desperation. I ran up the next steps as fast as I could. Turning the corner, I saw my next door neighbor, Courtney, an otter, sitting by my room door. She was crying and pounding on the door to 5A and calling my name. I ran over to her and grabbed her by the shoulders.

"What's wrong, Courtney? Is it Lyle?" I asked.

"James!"

She seemed so relieved to see me. She pulled me into a deep hug.

"He's on it again!" She cried into my ear, "He got so angry when I simply told him to calm down! He beat me, then he beat Justin and Jill! Then he raped Justin! Now he's raping Jill!"

"Damn it! Just stay here." I unlocked my room door and guided her quickly inside.

"Could you roll me a joint?" I asked handing her the weed.

She nodded silently. I closed the door and locked it. Reaching into my jacket, I pulled out my .45 and flipped the safety switch into the off position. I walked over to room 5B and tried the door. It was locked. He locked his wife outside. Standing back to give myself some room, I took a single step towards the door and kicked it, breaking the already rotten wood the door was made of. I reached through the whole I made and opened the door from the inside. The sounds of a young girl screaming hit me like a train. The only thing louder was the male voice telling the girl to shut up. I ran into the living room and frowned at what I saw.

On the torn leather couch, there sat a somewhat heavy male otter, naked save the beer-stained wife-beater he had on, raising and lowering a young, slim, and cute female otter onto and off of his lap. The young otter had very little fight left in her and was mostly limp in the males grasp. There was a shallow pool of cum on the floor at the base of the couch, with more adding to it. I aimed my gun at the male's face.

"Lyle! Put her down! She's only eight years old, damn it!"

"Shut the fuck up, Cat! Like you have room to talk! You fuck anyone and everyone who has enough money!"

"You know that's a lie! I have morals and stuff! I don't hurt people who don't deserve it!"

"So what now? You gonna shoot me?!"

"That's up to you. Just put the girl down and let's talk."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW I FEEL! IT'S THEY'RE FAULT! MY WIFE, MY KIDS, THEY DID THIS TO ME, SO WHY DON'T YOU MIND YOUR OWN GODDAMN..."

He was cut off by the sound of a gunshot. The little otter stopped screaming for a moment to let her brain register what just happened. She brushed the now dead male otters paws off of her hips and climbed calmly off of his lap. Blood ran from the hole in his temple down his face and neck to soak into his wife-beater. I sighed and motioned the young girl over to me. She came calmly and quietly. I put the gun back into my jacket and kneeled down in front of her.

"Jill? Are you alright? Where is your brother?"

The girl began to cry and hugged me tight. With one of her hands, she pointed to the bathroom. I gathered her up into my arms and walked over to the bathroom, and when I opened the door, the scene within brought me to immediate action. I grabbed the young boy's wrist and pulled it up while extending my claws. The gun he had only a moment ago been pointing at his own head went off just before it fell from his hand to the floor. The boy looked at me in surprise, then he, like his sister, began to cry and hugged my leg. Taking him by the hand, I took he and his sister, naked, to my room and away from the horror scene in 5B.

As we entered my apartment, Courtney rushed over to us. She was crying, still, and had a look of horror on her face.

"I...I heard a gunshot..." She looked at me, knowing full well what I had done.

"He won't bother you or your kids again." I said, walking into my only bathroom with the kids.

I heard her slump down onto the floor as she continued to weep. Even though he abused her, she still had a warm spot for him in her heart. I pitied her. Once inside the bathroom, I closed the door and put Jill down. I started to run a bath. The children really need to get cleaned up, and to make it a little more enjoyable, in hopes of helping them forget about their father, I added a little of my bubble bath mix. The water slowly turned pink as a multitude of bubbles arose from the turbulence caused by the running water. The pervasive smell of cum and other natural odors was soon overshadowed with the sweet smell of roses.

The tub was soon full, so I shut off the water and ushered the kids in. Once I was sure they were alright, I left the room to tend to their mother. I found her slumped against the wall in the entrance hall where I had left her, crying her eyes out. I sighed and looked around, spotting the bag of weed and a fat joint on the coffee table. I walked over and picked up the joint. It was well wrapped and stuffed to bursting. Courtney really knew how to roll a joint. Retrieving my Zippo from my jeans pocket, I put the joint in my muzzle and lit up. The dry smoke burned the back of my throat both on the inhale and the exhale. I hated that feeling. I took a second drag before walking over and seating myself on the floor next to the female otter.

"Are you gonna be alright?" I asked.

She didn't say anything, but instead just sobbed and nodded her head.

"He wasn't the kind of guy for you, anyway. You need someone kind and strong to look after you and the kids. They need someone to be a healthy role model for them."

"Someone like you?" She asked, looking me in the eye.

"Hell, no. I'm not the kind of guy who should be looked up to. I'm a male whore and a murderer. Furs like me don't make good fathers." I smiled.

"Your not so bad." She said seriously, "Sure you do things that most find morally wrong, but you must have good reasons. No one chooses the life they have. It is chosen for them when they are born, and it can't be changed."

"Ah," I said, nodding, "A fellow believer in fate. I thought you were Christian."

"No. That was Lyle." She said, looking at the floor.

"Figures." I said, "Well, lets get you to bed. You've had a rough day."

Taking her by the arm, I helped her up and guided her to my bedroom.

"You'll sleep in here. The bed frame is a little rickety, but the mattress is quite comfortable. I have to change real quick, though."

"That's okay. Thank you." She said, giving me a hug.

I walked over to the closet and opened it up. Pulling a XXXXL Playboy Bunny shirt off of the high shelf, I placed it on the bed, followed by my jacket. I took my wallet and lighter out of my pants, then threw them, along with my shirt and thong, into the hamper by the door. Once naked, I pulled some perfumes and scented oils from my closet and treated my putrid-smelling fur. I took a brush from the shelf and gave my fur a quick brush down. I replaced the brush, then donned the much-too-large Playboy shirt, which hung way down almost to my knees. I grabbed my jacket and walked out of the room, wishing Courtney a goodnight.

I went into the entrance hall and hung my jacket on the rack, then made my way into the bathroom. I was happy to see that the kids were having fun playing with the bubbles. Maybe they'll make it through this ordeal without too much emotional damage.

"Bath time's over. Time for bed." I said, smiling.

The news was received with a small chorus of whines.

"Come on, now. We can't stay in the tub forever."

I drained the water and turned on the shower to rinse the remaining suds from their fur. Once they were dry, I led them out to the living room and unfolded the couch-bed. I had no extra sheets, but they said they would manage without sheets or pillows, so I wished them goodnight and shut of the lights. I made my way to the front door in the near-perfect dark, which wasn't hard for me, due to my feline night-vision. I closed and locked the door to room 5A behind me, then padded my way down to 4E. The door opened as far as the chain-lock would allow in response to my knocking. A feline eye peeked out to meet my own.

"Oh, hey Cat. What's up?" Came a somewhat deep male voice.

"Eric, I need some help with some clean-up in 5B." I said somberly.

The fur on the other side of the door sighed. The door closed and I heard the chain rattling, and then the door opened all the way. Standing in nothing but a pair of shorts was the most beautiful tiger I have ever laid eyes on. He was pretty tall, built like a linebacker, and his coloration was all backwards. While most tigers are orange with black stripes, he was black with orange stripes.

"Melissa, Cat needs some help." The tiger called.

The bedroom door opened and the most beautiful tigress I have ever laid eyes on walked out, garbed only in a scarlet night gown. Melissa was about average height for a tiger femme and was slim. She resembled a supermodel in physique. While her brother's coloration was at least semi-normal, hers was totally wrong but still very beautiful. She was light pink with much darker pink stripes. Her nose, tongue, and even her eyes were pink. She was gorgeous.

"Did you kill him, James?" Melissa asked.

"Yeah."

"We knew you would, sooner or later." Eric said.

"Let's do this." I said.

Eric walked into his kitchen and got a plastic trash bag. Eric gave me the keys to his truck. He and his sister grabbed disposable gloves and some rope and headed for the next floor. I headed downstairs and outside. Eric's S-10 was parked in a parking garage around the corner and down the street. I jogged over and took the truck into the alley behind our building. I was just pulling in below 5B when the window opened and Melissa's head poked out. When she saw me, she slipped back in. Moments later, a full trash bag was lowered into the bed of the truck on a rope. There was also a Wal-mart bag with the disposable gloves in it tied to the rope. I put the bag with the gloves in the cab with me, waved at Eric, and headed for the dock.

A cobra by the name of Greg had a house boat at the dock. He took a hundred dollars from me, as well as the trash bag with the body in it, and that was the end of our problem. I took the truck back to the garage, then sighed. On my way back to the tenements, I dropped the disposable gloves into a fire barrel some homeless furs were using, then gave them each ten bucks cause I'm such a nice guy. Once I got back to the tenements, I went to Eric and Melissa's room.

"You mind if I crash here for the night? Courtney and the kids are using my room." I said to Melissa when she answered the door.

She pulled me into a rough and lustful kiss. One paw guided me in as the other fondled my sheath under my shirt.

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