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Steven Fox - A new life for a delinquent child

To my readers: I thought about making real rejuvenated series like Professor Bob's Kayla and Katia St.Croix's Starlight series, but one brutally honest and as close to reality as can be. This time is NOT a parody. This story begins eight months after Astaroth Ankh's last chapter. Lurking Dragon wrote the original concept. I asked some details to Professor Bob about Aspartian foxes and such, and based on what he told me, I wrote about what Aspartia might look like. This story is classified as EXTREME adult story and is not something that every adult should read, even less minors, you are warned. It has more gore, gratuitous violence and death than PULP FICTION -so if you don't like violent stuff, don't read below this warning.

Thank you, Bob! Without your help I couldn't be able to finish this story.

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"(If you thread into a gang's territory and want to stay alive) sometimes staying silent is essential. But sometimes is not! Sometimes, staying silent can be a fatal mistake."

Lyrics translated from Ruben Blades' song 'Sorpresas'- (Surprises)

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With a firm and crisp voice the judge addressed to the Bailiff: "Do the jury have the verdict?"

The bailiff said as he brought to the judge the envelope: "Yes, your honor."

The judge said: "The defendant may stand up to hear the verdict from the United Federation of Planets."

An adolescent fox stood up defiantly for a moment, then he lowered his head in shame. He felt like he was in a frying pan, because on top of everything he had done, his crimes had been committed inside a spaceship under Starfleet military contract. For this reason the case was also under Starfleet jurisdiction. His hearth was pounding with a mix of anxiety and fear as he felt like he was in the eye of the storm.

The judge said: "With the authority given to me by the laws of this planet and the Federation, I thereby sentence you Steven Fox to be rejuvenated for a duration of seventeen hard-time cycles from four to eight, and three soft time for the charges for multiple manslaughter, kidnapping, assault with a deadly weapon, criminal negligence and illegal traffic of Aspartian citizens. Ten of those cycles are mandatory. God may guide your path, because you had shown to be a cruel youngster who lacks the most basic principles of morality and compassion for others. This sentence is going to be carried out immediately. Send this prisoner to the rejuvenation chamber immediately. This court is adjourned." The judge hit the mallet as the young lad felt like he was about to faint...

When the car fell in a road crater it woke the rejuvenated vixen and she felt like she was about to yelp, but she bit her lip for fear of punishment. She realized that she was no longer in the Courtroom but strapped on a children's safety seat inside a hover-car. Her new parents hadn't told her where they were going but she didn't dare to ask. She sighed as she nervously waited for what they had in store for her.

Their human parents spoke in hushed tones. The husband said: "Do you think that those foxes will be able to handle this little firecracker?"

The woman said: "Who knows, but the Starfleet didn't gave us the child's complete history and criminal record as usual. They said they're still carrying on their investigation, so part of her record is still classified. We are partially in the dark with this vixen. I wonder what else she did, other than killing other foxes. Two nights ago, I found Stephanie asleep while she tried to hide in the closet. Even with a good long spanking, she lied to me, saying that she dreamed that the foxes that she killed were going to slay her, so yesterday morning I gave her four hours of brush punishment and two hours sitting in the punishment stool. She didn't want to stay quiet so I handcuffed her and bolted the chair to the floor."

The young man said with sarcasm: "What an obedient child! Are those nightmares an indication that she might be starting to fell remorse?"

The woman retorted: "With the kind for fight she's putting on? Three days ago I ordered her to ask for her punishment, and she said that I should lift my skirt and let myself get screwed by a stray dog!"

The man shook his head: "At least she was more polite to me, saying that what the hell was I smoking, and that if she could have some so she could get high. I will stop at the nearest hover-car repair station to give her a sound punishment for her behavior. But we are not in the old days were such degenerative punishment and humiliating practices were frequent. We have to abide by the rules and not hurt her (too much), or we will loss our chance to get a parental license. We must act like parents, NOT spankers."

The woman said: "I'm going to dial the car's video-phone and dial to those foxes so they will get ready to greet Stephanie." The human female spoke in a hushed voice, but little Stephanie was able to hear what the adult really meant. Punishment. But unlike other criminal 'penitatas', she felt a mixture of seething defiance for her new parents and fear for her own life.

Meanwhile...

"Oww! That hurts! Please, stop! I'll behave, no more!

'Lutin' muzzle was streaked with tears as he stood in a corner while Aster was getting the same paddle punishment for disobeying Katherine and not getting bathed and dressed, as they should. When Kate finished her punishment she placed the misbehaving nude cub near his equally bare brother. She said: " I'm glad that for your own good you're taking this punishment so willingly. Now hush, and I want your snouts facing the corner in silence. If I catch any of you whispering or if I see your eyes glowing, I'll make the guilty bring me the switch!" The bats nodded in response as they lowered their heads in shame.

After the bats' ten-minute punishment, the vixen said: "When I give both of you an order I expect to be obeyed. Now I know that you are very enthusiastic about your new armor/outfits, but that's not an excuse. We'll have visits in about an hour and a half. And they will bring a 'penitatas'." The bat brother's ears perked as they heard this new information. Kate shuddered and sighed nervously as she sat on the couch. The boys noticed her body language and realized that something was wrong.

Aster asked: "I have the feeling that I'm not going to like this. Is this youngster someone we know? Is there something important that we should know about him or her?"

Katherine sighed: "I hate to bring you this news, but the answer to both questions is 'yes'. Is someone from our very recent past and... Yes, what is important about her is that he was about to hurt both William and me seriously during our trip back to Earth in that cargo ship. Oh, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't punish both of you that hard, but I was nervous and angry thinking that I have to confront her."

Aster said: "You can count on me for anything!"

'Lutin' chimed enthusiastically: "Me too!"

Katherine smiled as she embraced and covered their wonderful stepchildren with her feathered wings. They may not be foxes, but she loved them more than her own life. She began to kiss the cubs' faces as she whispered: "Thank you, my lovely 'fennecs'!"

Both winged siblings stared at each other when Katherine's information sunk inside their furry heads. They will be sharing their house with a psychotic, criminal fox. 'Lutin' was very confused: "But how are we going to deal with such a predatory delinquent. Most of those foxes were in their adolescence the last time you fought them. And even at such young age, they were reckless because they'd given up hope and would die the next day. They also felt little remorse for what they did!"

Aster analyzed this situation while he was helping his younger brother get dressed: "You're right! Those foxes had NO moral qualms on preying on the weak, and most of them laugh at any authority. Yikes! Imagine what happened to all those foxes! It was like the time when Amanda and I sought refuge inside a refugee camp in the Dragon's land. They tried to escape an inferno only to step into another!"

Lutin sighed: "That's the point! We aren't dealing with someone who is only paying for his or her mistakes to society, but a depraved, violent soul. Those youngsters were like those mafia thugs or gang delinquents from the 20th century. They will go berserk if anything ticks them off. Mom must not give him or her any slack, because I've heard reports of many hard-timers attacking other rejuvenated children, even the non-rejuvenated ones. This one could be the worse of them all!" 'Lutin' frowned as he was looking around the floor: "By the way, have you seen my shoes?"

Aster rolled his red eyes: "Did you searched under the bed?"

'Lutin' smiled sheepishly as the tied his shoelaces: "We better hurry and greet our visitors! I hope that they won't freak out when they see us, or our parents."

Aster frowned: "I don't think so. We look like kit foxes with these long muzzles. Mommy and Daddy promised that they would hide their wings under their garments. In this way they would be less conspicuous, as we should be. So remember, we will never show any extended wings or Kate will use the switch on us. Another detail is that we can't crawl upside down on the ceiling, especially in front of those humans. Foxes can't climb like that, and opening dimensional portals is out of the question. We could tell them that we are telepaths only if they suspect anything, since they exist on this planet."

'Lutin' replied: "I wonder why all this effort to remain hidden if the humans are now relating with other extra-terrestrial species?"

Aster replied: "We are NOT hiding ourselves from the humans, little brother. We are keeping our abilities and 'artifact construction' knowledge as a secret because we have to protect our adopted planet from the harmful effects that our parasites would cause here. If we use our abilities and our secret is revealed, the humans will start to ask questions about us and will try to replicate our psychic abilities. This can be dangerous because the Earth scientists don't know about the horrible ionic storms that are usually produced as a side effect when someone tries to open a dimensional portal. Not to mention that some 'parasites' could come thru the portal and cause an environmental disaster here, since those inter-dimensional species could alter this planet's evolution. For this reason the humans must be kept ignorant for their own security. Heh! An ionic storm will surely kill a huge quantity of the human race, but not on a global scale. Nevertheless, their reduced numbers will create a depletion of their genetic pool, which in subsequent generations will accelerate the rate of miscarriage and children's death due to birth defects. If the human's genetic diversity is stalled, they're done for! That would be the real danger!"

The bats walked downstairs as they kept discussing the best way of keeping their secret from the humans. Katherine was wearing a beautiful baby blue dress, which matched nicely with her orange fur. William looked very handsome with a simple white shirt and tie and a sash around his waist. Both fox-centaurs had clever orange 'fur-jackets' underneath their clothing, which hid their feathery wings perfectly. No one would know, even with a close inspection. Amanda was using also using a 'fur-jacket' to hide her dark wings. But this one was jet-black, matching her ebony fur perfectly. The cat-girl was wearing a purple shirt and nothing else, leaving herself bare from the waist down. The cream-colored bats wore white starched shirts with ties and brown shorts. 'Mouse' had a yellow frilly dress and panties with a Velcro tab for her tail. The rodent had the letter 'V' on her paws.

Suddenly a car hitting the brakes was heard as some passengers chatted and closed the car door. The doorbell chimed urgently as Katherine hurried to open the door. Suddenly, the door opened and the Winfield couple greeted Katherine. Daniel immediately noticed the difference between the Dickinson foxes and fox-girl under his care, but he gave no importance to it. Daniel had very little knowledge of extra-terrestrial life and he thought that the adult foxes were just a different sub-species. Meanwhile, Katherine and Daniel's wife went to the hover-car to pick up a certain kit fox.

When Stephanie heard the door open she turned her head and saw that 'bitch' of her stepmother and... Oh no! Sweet Lord, it couldn't be! Not that monstrous, muscle bound bitch from the deeps of hell! Those infernal foxes live here? A day of punishment with them is worse than a never-ending Christmas! To the kit fox's surprise a few teardrops started to run down her muzzle.

The human female started to warn Kate: "Just be warned. This kit is a real hellcat and she doesn't respect anyone, not even non-rejuvenated children. She might try to take advantage of others and she's very aggressive." When the Kate opened the door, both females looked at each other as the kit fox cried hysterically, like she had her tail caught inside a bear-trap. The woman sighed as she picked up the 'penitatas' and carried the little bundle of hell inside to get a blistering punishment.

"Get your paws off me, mangy dog-breath!"

The human female exclaimed: "Don't say things like that to Mrs. Dickinson!"

"I was referring to you!"

In that moment Katherine used her 320 pounds of solid muscle to pin and immobilize the delinquent kit.

She angrily muttered as she readied an oak switch: "If you think you have the cunt to yells at us, you're wrong!"

Aarrrrrggg! Ohhh! Oh crap, that hurts!...Yoww! No more, please!... Aaaarrrgg! Waah-hah-hah-hah-hah-haah! Arooooo!

During the first forty-five minutes Kate pinned the fox girl while the woman used the oak switch, a brush and a minor blistering paddle to punish the fox. Stephanie had a gag inside her muzzle so she won't tire herself screaming. The adults took a short break so the fox wouldn't faint during her punishment. She was so tired from her ordeal that she sat limp on the punishment stool. She wasn't responsive, and her punishment was almost becoming a torture. Kate used some herbal remedies instead of nano-lotion to soothe the girl's rear. William was going to help but Kate saw that the girl was horrified at Will's presence. Kate then spoke to Amanda: "Would you please help me with this fox?" Kate was impressed when this rebellious fox-girl allowed Amanda to cure her blisters. After an hour of corner time, Amanda allowed the sleepy fox-girl to ride on her back, as the cat-centaur padded to her own room. Minutes later, Stephanie found herself sleeping on a soft, clean bed inside a girl's pink room. Amanda's room was spacious and well furnished, giving a feeling of comfort and modesty. But to a fox that lived under the harshest conditions of privation and poverty, this was heaven.

She thought: "Fuck! This place is a real palace compared with the places I had to sleep when I was a child. No dust, no rats nibbling on my feet and I don't have to sustain myself on garbage. This is a completely different world! I don't need to carry a blade and stay awake all night because someone would jump and try to rape me while I'm asleep. I thought that only the rich people in Aspartia could live like this. It makes me feel so stupid that I permitted those crime lords to manipulate me in such fashion. I'm starting to feel guilty if they are letting me live in a place like this instead of a dungeon, even if they give me a world of hurt. I'm so happy I could kiss the first person that comes thru that door!" In that moment Aster came in with a glass of milk.

The kit fox thought: "Or maybe not!"

The kit fox directed his anger towards the bat: "What do you want, you fucking demon child!"

Aster sighed as he calmly addressed to the former delinquent: " I was ordered to bring you this milk, if you are hungry and maybe still want it! And I've been called subversive, terrorist, cub killer and even walking shit by Amanda, but never demon child."

Aster gave the milk to the reluctant vixen and she drank it like she was starving. She gave the dirty glass to Aster with a scowl: "Now you have done your work, jailer. Now get out of my fucking sight!"

Aster smirked as he began to strip: "Ah-HA! You have said the magical 'F' word twice. Mother gets very angry when her rules are disobeyed. She got really mad at me this morning for not doing what she ordered. So she used her paddle to print a road map on my ass. I confess that it didn't matter to her that I wasn't a 'penitatas', she hit me hard. You should know that Black 'P's usually get the short end of the stick! You have done much damage to a lot of people, and you're NOT cooperating with your assigned parents. All I want is to know everything I can about you, especially since you got very nervous when you saw my dad. Perhaps I didn't hear that four-letter word that you said, if you cooperate with me. I might even tell you some basic details about my winged race."

Stephanie just stuck out her tongue and gave him the finger. She knew that even without his powers, this bat was older and a lot stronger than she was. But she was losing her patience with him.

Aster smiled: "Go on with your story, or I'll yell to mom and she will come here with a soap bar."

Stephanie muttered: "Fine! But if you laugh I'll punch you in the eye, I promise. Well, it started some years ago... My dad was a no-good junkie that lived with me in a dilapidated apartment. And..."

Some years ago, in the capital of Aspartia...

A twelve year-old fox was sharpening his knife while finishing his cigarette. He shook his head in disgust when he saw that his six year-old brother carrying some plastic bags with semi-discomposed garbage (for rat bait), edible tree bark (for porridge), and a pile of used boards, old newspapers and thin branches for a campfire.

Julius put paw on his face as he lectured his younger brother: "Steven, where the hell have you been? I told you a thousand times never to wander far from this neighborhood. Do you want to end up killed? Don't be so stupid!" Then Julius hugged him: "If something happens to you, I... would die for sure!"

Steven yelled back: "Don't you think that I don't fell the same! You're risking your own life and screwing others' existence when you're pick-pocketing other foxes for a few measly coins. If one of your victims has a relative in the military, the 'green devils' will fry your ass with onions." Steve hesitated for a moment when he was going to ask his brother if it was true that he left blind a middle-rank factory manager and when they fought for the gun. The gunpowder exploded on the adult fox's eyes when he surprised, and almost overwhelmed a young intruder. Julius didn't consider that although most middle-ranked employees didn't have the money to contract bodyguards, most of them had guns. Julius' ignorance about the fact almost got him killed that night when he tried to steal from that house. He stole night after night and in a few times Julius or his victim got hurt, but this is the first time ever that Steve's brother screwed a fox's life forever.

Julius said: "Be thankful that I'm not selling toxics in the dope-market. If I did, the soldiers or any rival gangs would kill me to get whatever I had. Look Steve, I'm doing this because we need a shit-load of money to bribe someone and get out of this fucking planet. Even if any street punk or the vulpine 'Gestapo' doesn't kill us, the starvation and illness will do. Dad is doing nothing but digging his own grave each time he goes high with that poison. And we are no better staying with him while he's threatening to kill us during one of his bad trips. We aren't better on the streets either, exposed to a gang shoot-out. So well have to say bye to our friends and pack our valises, because if we stay with Dad, he will drag us into his grave in one way or another."

Steve looked down with sadness: " I know..."

Julius felt sorry for his brother and hugged him: "Don't worry, everything will be fine once we get out of this shit-world. This rotten food isn't even fit for the homeless foxes. Throw it away, along with that fucking bark! We'll bring the rat farm to my room; it's getting dark anyway. I'll feed them with our food scraps and we'll buy some micro-pumps so we can extract the rat's milk and drink it. The water here is only good for flushing the toilets, and sometimes there isn't enough of it!"

Steve bounced happily: "Can we eat the old rats with cream of tartar?"

Julius replied: "Yeah, tonight we will fill our bellies full for a change. From now on, we aren't going to sleep with an empty stomach. And your ribs are showing!" Steve began to giggle as his brother tickled him.

Julius kissed his brother and he carefully advanced towards the apartment: "I must enter the apartment first and see if Dad is hallucinating that he has spiders under his skin, or if he's comatose, paranoid or what's-not. Just in case he attacks me, give me that table leg to defend myself. Stay here no matter what you hear, until I yell to you its okay to enter."

It seemed sad and inconceivable that he would have to arm himself against the person who gave him life and was supposed to protect him. When Julius walked upstairs towards his private hell, his hearth froze when he saw the door pulled apart at the seams, and on the floor dozens of soldier boot-prints in the hallway and inside the apartment. During the last weeks he was trying to prepare himself emotionally to see his dad dead on the floor, but Julius wasn't at all prepared for a scene like this. His hearth pumped like a racing car engine until he realized that the room was too quiet and no one was in the four-room apartment. Julius felt the hearth reach his throat as he stuttered while calling his Dad. His frequent calls became more desperate by the minute: "D-Dad? Where are you? Please, I... I'm not playing any games, okay? If you are hurt, please yell!"

"Oh, my God! NO..."

There was a huge puddle of blood near the adult fox's favorite sofa. The rest of the furniture was turned upside down, like there was a fight inside the room. Julius felt a chill down his spine as he noticed some steel 'needle ammo' stuck on the wall with more flesh blood, and... encephalic matter? Julius' eyes widened at the implication: "The military got him! I'm so sorry I wished you to be dead, Dad. Even if you hit me bloody! It must be the drug debt that he owed to those greedy assholes. Those drug dealers surely bribed some soldiers, and those corrupted green pigs killed him with the excuse that he said shit about Prime minister Renacross."

Steve looked at his brother as he tried to smile with watery eyes for a brief moment. Something has happened to his Dad. Julius' sad eyes were like an open book. Steve whispered: "He finally got overdosed and a coronary killed him. Huh?"

Julius wasn't capable of lying to his brother, so he kept silent, hoping that his younger brother would believe that wrong conclusion: "Yeah! I saw him a while ago, 'salami' cold and with his eyes still open. It's not a pretty sight. We have to go before the military arrives!"

Steve frowned: "But our stuff and clothes!"

Julius felt like screaming but his icy voice terrified his brother even more: "Just get the fuck out of here before the soldiers arrive!" Julius' chilling voice tone made Steven much angrier than he has been in a long time. From what he's trying to protect him? In spite of his young age, he has seen enough dead corpses lying on the street.

So the foxes ran as fast as they could, while the dusk was approaching, to avoid any military patrols. To any stranger, this desolated city would look as a barren, garbage-littered wasteland, patrolled by jeeps and military trucks. But appearances are deceptive, because in spite of the nocturnal curfew, the omnipresent gangs have eyes and ears everywhere. They stood there waiting for its prey like a stonefish stalking below the sand. Soon, the vulpine siblings found a sealed off apartment in which they could move. Julius helped Steve climb up a window and the little kit opened up the door from the inside.

Then Julius lectured his brother: "Go to sleep in the bathroom and do not use any candles near the windows. No yelling, running or any other activity that may indicate other gang members that we are here. Remember! We are on the run since we don't know if the military is hunting us down like they did... Well, they might think that we are protecting those who gave the drug that killed our Dad"

Steve frowned as he stopped looking at the blood-red sky: "That's stupid! How could they think that we protected those shit suckers! "

Julius replied: "I know that! But if those green demons get us, they will separate us and we will never see each other again. So we must be silent all the time. Now stop testing my patience and go to sleep! I'll stay awake and do the first guard round." Julius then thought: " All this fucking tension is going into my exploding skull. Ha! This thrill would be as amusing as a roller coaster ride if it wouldn't be for the fact that we could get killed if we were captured!"

The noise of a heavy truck braking, an alarmed yell, and door bang caught Julius attention: "Fuck! Do those uniformed shit-brains ever rest? Oh shit, that's a situation that I wouldn't wish to my worst enemy. They have captured a whole family! I wish I could shoot those kits in the head so I could spare them of the horrors they'll suffer". In that moment Julius noticed that the soldiers were kicking and mercilessly clubbing a middle-aged vixen, probably the prisoner's wife.

Julius oggled at her: "What a juicy, voluptuous hot vixen! Is a pity that those dip-shits will gang-bang her. Why is that fox coming with a shotgun?" Julius watched in rapture as the uniformed hit squad surrounded her. The vixen looked with incredulity as he commander pointed at her head. "Shit, no! Don't shoot her in the face!" BLAM! Seconds later her head was decapitated by the blast and her neck were gushing out blood like a fountain.

The death squad went back to the truck, leaving a headless corpse. "Fuck! They turned that bitch into hamburger. It must be a dissident officer or a bunch of government officials were purged in an internal power struggle! Now the coast is clear! Better get in that apartment and snatch all the food I can carry before even the furniture is gone. And some people say that I fuck someone's day now and then when I assault them for a few bucks, but those green devils screw anyone big time, anywhere! Makes me wonder what would it take to join them. Unlike the gangs or private armies, they 'represent' the state and can commit any crimes with impunity. That's what I call a job with good laboral benefits."

In five minutes Julius emptied the cupboard's contents inside a burlap sack, not looking if it was edible or not, and dashed to the front door. Julius kicks the door and it slams open, hitting a vixen straight in the nose. Julius said: "Looking for food, aren't you?"

The vixen hesitantly shook her head as she rubbed her nose and said: "I just came to visit my relatives and found the house empty! Even the cubs are gone."

Julius eyes smiled as he saw an opportunity to take advantage of her, and perhaps get a free ticket out of this planet. He showed a false concern while he yelled at her: "Pick up all the food you can and follow me! This is NOT a safe place for any of us." Julius smirked as he thought: "If this vixen has a family working in the government... She might have contacts which would help my brother and I avoid the frontier guards in the spaceship port."

Ten minutes later, both male foxes looked dumbly at how the vixen belched and devoured everything in front of her. She didn't leave any food scraps for the rats! Then the vixen realized that Steve frowned at her. Her gold wrist-chain!

Steve blurted: "Where did you get that chain? You could get into trouble, that's a gray-fur's gang chain."

The vixen stammered: "I found it two days ago. The military was 'cleaning' (exterminating) a whole slum and I picked the chain from a corpse's wrist to pay for the voyage. I... ran out of money and..."

Steve shook his head: "If you are walking into other gang's territory wearing that chain, it would be like asking the 'uniformed demons' to arrest you. That's a 'whore' chain, meaning that the deceased bearer was enslaved into a gang's prostitution ring. Your ignorance about the unwritten gang rules will get you killed, so get rid of that bull's-eye that you're wearing!"

Moments later, Julius bought a bottle of 'potato' moonshine while he chitchatted with the vixen. Six cups later, both foxes were giggling like children, petting and making out with each other. Julius trembling paws removed the blue blouse and began to fondle her breasts like ripe fruit. Soon the rest of the clothes were thrown into a pile on the floor. He started to suck each other's erect nipples, and then each fox continued with the other one. The fox girl panted and soon she started to moan loudly. They started to lick each other's genitalia as they positioned themselves in a hot sixty-nine. Soon both foxes started to moan and make a ratchet. It took a while for both of them to regain their composure. Talk about being discreet!

He smiled as he said: 'Bend down on all fours!'

She started to suck his maleness until he was ready, then she complied and raised her orange tail. Her sex was dripping and her heavy panting gave the impression that her nether lips were opening and closing themselves like a hungry mouth. Julius was quite hard when he mounted her, and her contracting vulva was caressing his penis like a velvet glove. Soon both foxes humped, and then curled themselves into an orange ball. The furry couple ate each other with kisses as they felt several orgasmic chills run through their bodies. Meanwhile Steve hid in a corner and started to pump himself, until his pink cub-hood appeared. The little fox boy padded towards the panting female while he kept jacking off his penis. She offered him some alcohol, but the cub only drank a little portion.

She asked: "Aren't you too young for drinking moonshine?"

Steve replied: "The water here is so bad that every time I use the potty, my shit fizzles like an ice cube inside a glass full of warm soda. Moonshine or rat's milk is better than that chemical soup."

The vixen smiled: "Your private parts looks a little soiled. Do you mind if I clean you up!"

Steve smiled as the naughty vixen licked his penis and engulfed it into her mouth. She intermittently alternated her suction and head bobbing to tongue-wash the cub's penis and furry scrotum. While she was working on his cub-hood, she fingered his tail-hole until she reached and probed his prostate. In no time the cub shuddered in a dry orgasm. Steve started to hump her face and he stammered: "B-But weren't you being s-screwed by my brother?"

She took the penis out of her mouth and replied: "He couldn't last any longer, being drunk like he is now. I don't like doing it with delinquents. They're like spoiled children! When they want something, they will step over anyone and grab whatever they want, when they want it. And they do not care if they hurt anyone."

The little boy fox shuddered with another dry orgasm. Then, Steve arched an eyebrow: "You aren't a sheltered, middle-class vixen, and that wasn't your family. I don't care who you are, but what were you doing in that apartment?"

The fox girl whispered: "Don't tell anyone, but I am a forger. I am usually prowling this area in search for any documents I could alter for a good amount of money. I live ten blocks east from this place. I have altered a document from that apartment and inserted my photo in it. Now I will deceive anyone because the electronic password in it is still intact."

Steve frowned: "Hush! I think there's someone at the door!"

Forty seconds later, a deafening explosion crumbled the concrete wall like a wet cracker. Several paws tossed in some concussion grenades that knocked out Steve and the vixen. Julius woke from his inebriated sleep only to be hit with the back of a rifle. The three young foxes were captured in less than a minute, and they weren't in shape for a fistfight minutes before. The five arm-wielding foxes were clad in combat fatigue, but they had the logo of the "blowfish", a sell-for-hire paramilitary gang. When the leader of the gang saw the vixen's gold bracelet, he wasted no time and aimed at her forehead. Her head was a bloody mass before her body hit the floor. One of the thugs picked up the bracelet and placed it on Steve's wrist. Then the unconscious cub was carried outside.

The leader of the group yelled to Julius: "My boss wants to speak to both of you. Your father owes him a lot and it's time to pay for the 'merchandize' he took. If any of you resist, we will shoot you in the same way we shoot your father."

Julius' eyes widened like saucers as he raised his paws. They were the ones who killed his dad?! Julius started to sweat like a pig as the leader smirked with pride. If this motherfucker killed his dad without a second thought, he wouldn't hesitate to kill him, and would never show any mercy towards his little brother. How in hell was he going to pay for his father's debt? He wasn't sure that the money he had saved would be enough. Both brothers were handcuffed and taken at gunpoint to a military truck with no identification marks. Then the siblings traveled into the dark night to an unknown place, not knowing if they would be executed or not.

End of part one