FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The cringing of the firetrucks' sirens blared through the roads of the city, their wheels screeching as they rolled through the vine-like cracks of the cemented roads which led to the opposite side of the city. Monstrousl large flames devoured a warehouse by the docks, followed by another explosion from the warehouse. Overhead the smoke from the flames stained the black sky with a tinge of red and the smokes emanated to form a fiery monster completely covering the moon from view.

From where the firetrucks passed from, a different kind of screeching tried... pleaded to be heard. A woman ran across an alley, her feet quickly moving, her legs aching as they tried to push her through. She ran, escaping from a pursuing man, her breaths almost inaudible, spaced, for her lungs refused to work anymore. She had been running for half an hour now, and has lost one of her sandals along the way, and the other, threatened to give in, the rubber straps sure to snap with only a few more steps.

Her shirt, torn, and by the shape of the tears, they were clawed through, her bare skin was visible and there was a trickle of blood from where the claw marks dug through the skin. The middle part of her shirt was also torn apart, as if someone dug both of their hands in the shirt and tried to tear them off to reveal her breasts.

She heaved some more, her legs felt constricted, as if it didn't want to move anymore, her lungs felt like they were expanding too much, too big, threatening to burst through her chest. The night air was cold, humid, but her moving body was full of heat, each muscle expanding rapidly with every movement that she made as she ran. Her breaths were becoming more rapid now, and the tang of piss hit her nose, breathing it in, she could almost taste it. She didn't want to look back at her pursuer, for if she did so, then she would've stumbled and fall with all the cluttered garbage at the floor.

"I'M COMING FOR YOU HONEY!" her pursuer shouted, a maniacal grin on his face, "AND WHEN I DO, I'M GOING TO FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT!" he continued, his tongue lolling out of his muzzle as he effortlessly, lustfully, pursued her prey.

The woman found an intersection, hopeful that there would be a way out of this alley, she ran faster than she could, the adrenaline pulsating across her veins, everything went numb. This was a fight or flight situation, and she's definitely fleeing. Her breath coming faster now, she skidded and quickly turned.

Only to find a dead end.

The blood that was previously flowing through her face receded; Through her fur, she went white as a ghost, and everything just felt cold. The adrenaline was not there anymore...There was nowhere else to go. Though it was a dead end, she still moved forward, but she already stopped running, only trembling. She fell on the ground, crawling, she refused to turn back, only pawed at the brick wall, the end, pushing her hands through each brick as if an exit... a way out would appear.

There was none.

"I FINALLY GOT YOU BITCH!" the fur said and he let out a maniacal laughter followed by a maniacal grin. The man was wearing a trench coat and boots, and a dark hat to hide his face with the moonlight's reflection. His muzzle opened, tongue dripping with saliva.

The predator has finally caught his prey.

The woman just stood there, defenseless, pushing her back to the brick wall. Her eyes agape, whole body in tremor, fear. Her face, flushed, and bitter tears dripped down from her eyes, combining with her bitter sweat.

The man approached her, only a few inches away from her, and he was just standing in front of her paralyzed figure. The man then, grinned, his yellow and black teeth gleaming with the moonlight, "This...is the end"

And the man spread his trench coat open, revealing that he was wearing nothing underneath, his sheathe fully swollen, his cock, dangling. Then he suddenly lunged at her prey.

The woman screamed, "NO!"

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Just along the entrance of the alley, a cop was chasing a few thieving juveniles, his ears perked up and heard the scream, but he paid no heed to it. He grinned. Good job, big guy, you're getting more asses to fuck this week

The thieving juveniles passed through a rather noisy club, and as the cop passed by the club, he stopped giving chase to the thieves, already many feet away. The cop grinned as he looked up at the club's sign.

'Playground' it read, it was shining through many colors of neon lights. Under the sign, there were many furs, all male, hanging around, some, smoking cigarette, and others... the cop took a whiff of the air, marijuana he grinned and he approached the entrance, passing by the smokers.

Inside, music blared, ear-poppingly so, there was a ringing in the cop's ear until his hearing adjusted to the volume of the noise/music. Neon lights, disco lights, spotlights, everything combined through the dance floor, a dance floor that was packed with furs, all males. The cop slithered through the crowd and felt a few pinches and squeezes in his rump and crotch as he did so. He grinned in no direction and just touched the exposed sheathes of whatever man that he passed through.

After a few more fondles and touches he finally reached the bar which was attended to by another male fur, a horse. This guy was fully clothed, but all he wore were see-through clothing accompanied by a bowtie in his veiny and thick neck, as veiny as his hanging equine cock which was poking through a hole in his see-through pants.

The cop winked at him, "Hey hot stuff"

The equine smirked at him, "Hey there Mr. Officer," he said, "So what brings you here tonight? Arresting us, are you?"

The cop guffawed a long arrogant laugh before he spoke, "I'm not here for business," he said then showed his teeth again, "I'm here for pleasure."

The horse did not say anything, the previous casual tone of his aura was gone which was replaced by a more business-like aura. He nodded, "So what would you like tonight?" He retrieved clearfiles of sorts, two of them, the first one was white, which the cop ignored but took the black one, and opened it.

What was shown were different pictures of naked furs, boys and girls bound and harboring different positions, the girls showing their breasts and pussies and the boys showing their assholes and cocks.

The cop did not even look at the catalogue anymore, he stared at the equine's eyes, as if he knew him for a while already, "You know what I want,"

The equine rolled his eyes, "Oh? And who would that be?"

Then the cop's muzzle broke into a devilish smile, he flipped the catalogue through and at the end of it he pointed at the picture of a particular boy, "This guy"

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The fresh semen leaked through his hole and down through the curves of his butt cheeks, still hot from the previous intruder's recent release. His hole still stretched--stretched more than he normally did-- his clients decided to take him at the same time, and they paid no heed to the fur's screams of pain althroughout their session.

The slut, no, the fur would never say that he was a slut, if he did then that would mean that he did it willingly for the sex. No, he was a... prostitute. Yeah, he sells his body for a price, a price that many had paid for just to have a little taste of the place's best-seller.

15 furs a day was scarce. Just imagine how many waits in line during Fridays. Well, lets just say that the fur's ass will be sore until the next Friday, but then that would mean that he never gets to recover.

The fur heaved a sigh of relief, breathing that hot air out of his muzzle. The previous four clients were rough, they were the larger kind of furs, both up and down there. The first of which came at around eleven pm, then there was another one at one midnight, then two at three midnight, he already had four clients--the third and fourth client, two of the biggest that came during the midnight had a pleasant, or rather, an unpleasant agreement to tag team him, they thought that it would save time, but mostly because it would be more fun that way.

Though, he was thankful that there weren't any customers that came during the day, to the fur, it would mean that a day of inactivity would make the customers endure a day of pent-up lust. Still, the cat was thankful that there were only four that came, even if it was in the middle of the night.

Dead tired, he just wanted to rest. Even though he only had four clients tonight they still compared to getting fucked by twenty guys over the course of a whole day.

The fur--a cat by the name of Ryleigh, pushed the cum-stained covers off of his body and down the floor. The last thing he wanted was to get more semen on his fur.

...Not that he can help it.

It was all over the place.

It was all over him.

The smell of sweat, musk, semen and piss mixed together to create a potent smell of sex that would drive any horny bastards crazy the instant they smell it. To any man, the smell would have been like a field of flowers, like a sight of turkey to a week-starved fur, like a whiff of cocaine to an addicted crackhead.

It disgusted Ryleigh.

He twitched his nose, as if trying to get the smell out of his system. To him, the stink was an odorous stench of garbage and shit. He despised the smell. He always had to roughen himself up on the bath to get the reek away, only to be drenched in it again the next night, or day, or even midnight, if there were any customers.

When Ryleigh was just starting, it was a total relief and pleasure everytime he did it, but as the years have went and gone, pleasure turned into disgust, he learned to hate his job, not only his job, but especially those horny bastards that abused him every day and night. It has been long ever since Ryleigh gave up of being in a better place.

Given up on having a better life

Stuck in this rut for so many years now, already twenty-one and all he knows how to do is how to get fucked.

He spat on the floor.

Disgusting fuck, he thought.

He fell back on the bed, to be further enveloped by the smell of sex, he hated it of course, but to not lie down on the bed would mean that he would give up his moment of rest which could possibly come to an end at any moment.

He laid there for a while. It was really a relief that there were no more customers coming for the night...at least none that he knows of. He shuffled on the bed and flinched when his body's weight pushed his cat rump's gaping hole against the bed beneath him, he wished that he had some aloevera to wipe it with, but his exhausted body forbade him to move any further. Usually it was a big deal that he always took a bath and rub some remedy for his abused body before calling it a night, but this time...he was just exhausted. Even though he had tried to rest at the course of the day, a feeling of restlessness never left him. The possibility of a customer coming in was never out of the possibility.

He never actually got to rest.

He hated his job, yet came a lot during the sex. Sure, Ryleigh hates his job so much, But it's not like he has any choice.

He might as well enjoy it when he's doing it and feel bad afterwards.

He pushed the sheets off and let the room's temperature settle on his naked body. His body's fur was cut short, only a few centimeters long. As a feline breed, it was his nature to keep his fur coat clean. Especially since he had white fur, as well as since his work demands himself to be quite presentable.

He stood at about five foot seven, small for his feline breed. Some of the felines that came to where he was working were always much taller AND bigger than he was. It's not that he minds being small though. It's what helps him sell, and he needed every customer he can get just to live by the day.

The furs that dominated him always liked running their fingers down the curvatures of his hips then down the soft-furred supple mounds that were his butt cheeks. He was lean, not because he worked out, but rather because he doesn't have much to eat to get fat, but just enough to maintain his form. Unlike his customers, he didn't have abs, he had a flat stomach instead. It would do him harm if he had one, he was an innocent-boy package at their club after all.

And his face.

His clients always tells him how cute he was...when they're not so busy verbally abusing him. He hated the fact that his clients only cared about his muzzle because they liked the way his velvet lips felt around their dicks. But that is the nature of his god-forsaken job.

They always loved the way Ryleigh looked up at them while he's on his knees sucking on their dicks. His little blue eyes looking innocent and pure, a childlike gaze resting on the eyes of his abusers. For someone who was so adulterated he looked like a kid, his clients loved him for it, Ryleigh hated his clients for the very same reason.

He knew how his clients' minds work. With years of direct experience, he learned of how cruel and sick they were. The more they felt dominant, the more they get out of the sex... and, the more they get rough on Ryleigh. What more can they ask for than fucking a prostitute who looked like a kid?

A knock came on the door.

Ryleigh ignored it. He was too tired to move, much less even answer.

_Who the hell even knocks here anyway? _This was an 'open house' after all. They just come and go.

The knock came again, heavier this time.

_Damn it, not another one? _He thought he was done for the night, guess he was wrong.

"Come in!" He said out of irritation.

The door opened and the knocker came in. Unlike from many years ago, Ryleigh did no effort to cover his body anymore. To Ryleigh, being naked was the same thing as being fully clothed. Clothes don't usually stay on him anyway.

Ryleigh sat up from the bed and looked over at the infiltrator.

Fuck, He thought,_ This one's gonna be rough._

He scrutinized the fur that came in. It was a gray rhino. Standing at about 6 feet and five inches, higher than the door that he came through and definitely taller than Ryleigh--Ryleigh couldn't even reach the door's upper hinge. Although it wasn't the rhino's height that intimidated him, rather, it was the rhino's bulk. The rhino was wearing a white shirt, but the muscles underneath threatened to rip the clothing off. His chests were mounds of muscle that were packed tightly against each other, plump, and forming a ridge for every round pectoral. The cat looked closedly, there was a tear in the rhino's shirt, in between his pecs. Ryleigh traced his eyes towards the fur's arms. The shirt's sleeves were already ripped and they gave way to the fur's godly biceps, probably around more than 18 inches thick. Ryleigh could see the veins trailing from the fur's biceps down to the fur's forearm. Downwards, the fur's calves were as thick as a tree trunk, Ryleigh measured them, he probably has to use both of his arms to completely envelop them--If they guy was interested in muscle worship. Ryleigh would hate it if the fur would close them up while he's sucking on him, he'll get crushed!

He looked back up at the fur's green eyes, they stared back at him looking like in utter curiosity of the white cat.

"How would you like to do it sir?" Ryleigh asked politely, as he does with his other customers. He always says it softly...innocently. Because when his customers set foot in this room, his job has already begun. The innocent play always turns the customers on after all.

"D-do what?" the fur asked as if in confusion, "--Oh" he said, "I'm not a client, I'm security"

Thank God, Ryleigh thought, I'd hate to be under that.

Ryleigh sighed, "Shit, I thought you were," he admitted, this time, his voice came out a little bit sharp, he hated the innocent fur roleplay. He then further scrutinized the fur's face. The rhino had emerald eyes, deep set, yet there was a certain aspect of shallow but tranquil look in them. Ryleigh couldn't really believe that he was security. Sure, he had the body for it but the fur had a lack of the stereotypical traits of the club's security. At the end of the fur's muzzle, up his nose was the absence of the horn, Ryleigh wondered whether he cut it out or if it never grew. Unlike the other securities in the club, the fur had no thick eyebrows, the rhino's were thin, he probably shaves them. Finally, the mark that the security of the club always had were the thick beards or moustaches, there was only gray skin on his muzzle. Again, Ryleigh couldn't really believe that he was of this club's security

"I haven't seen you before, you new here?"

The rhino smiled, "Yeah, just started last week" he said, then scanned Ryleigh thoughtfully, "So you're the bestseller huh?"

Riley twitched. He unsheathed his claws but made an effort to contain himself, balling his paws into fist, consequently driving the claw's tips on his own skin. 'Best-Seller, Diamond' these titles makes him feel like he's just an object. He eyed the rhino with disdain, then snarled.

"Don't you dare call me that!" he yelled at the rhino

The rhino scratched and tilted his head downwards and looked at the cat apologetically.

"S-sorry, it's just that Sir Godric--"

"Godric can suck my dick!" The cat shouted this time, his body shot up from the bed and stormed towards the rhino until he was directly looking up at the other fur's eyes.

"You have no right to--"

"Perhaps you should be sucking my dick Mr. Ryleigh" a voice came from behind the rhino. It was a voice that Ryleigh can never forget, a voice that came from the man that he despised ever since they met.

"You might want to be careful with that mouth of yours Ryleigh, we don't want that to get dirty, the clients would hate that" the fur said, then he stepped out from behind the rhino.

What came out was a Rottweiler, clad in black. A Rottweiler with a formidable build. If it wasn't for the tuxedo he was wearing then Ryleigh would've seen how big and defined the Rottweiler was, not that he hasn't seen it before. Godric usually beds Ryleigh when he's here in the club.

As much as Ryleigh hate to admit, he already had Godric's body memorized. What with the hundreds of times that Godric fucked him--naked of course, anybody would've remembered every detail of the Rottweiler's body, especially for the fact that Godric had a fetish for muscle worship.

Yes, Ryleigh knows every contour of every mound of muscle that the Rott has--To the last detail. He was six feet and seven inches tall, packing on 300 pounds of muscles with pecs as plump as watermelons, clad in black fur with a patch of light brown towards the cleft.

His arms were more than 20 inches wide, a fact that Godric was ridiculously proud of, the part that Godric loved to make Ryleigh lick for minutes, especially his salty armpits. Ryleigh did not like doing it one bit, and he hated it more what with Godric yelling profanities as Ryleigh did so.

It was with these arms, hands...strength, that Godric punished the other prostitutes with. If only Ryleigh wasn't a bestseller, he would've beat him like those other furs in the club

It was a fact that he was very aware and cautious of. Those furs that performed less than they should were beaten...severely by Godric. They should've been hospitalized, but no. They were just objects, damaged goods. As Godric always said, 'damaged goods are useless'

Useless things, should be disposed of.

How they were disposed, Ryleigh did not know. He didn't want to know.

Ryleigh's thoughts moved down to Godric's abdomen. They were eight pack abs, crunched against each other and jutting out almost abnormally. If Ryleigh would say, then Godric was using steroids.

Downwards Godric's body, he boasts of those godly thighs that were as thick as person's body. It was what Godric always used to pin Riley down when they're doing it. Godric did not pay heed to Ryleigh's cries when he's bearing down Godric's weight. Godric loved pinning Ryleigh down.

Godric loved being Ryleigh's God.

"Have you no respect to the man who gave you your life?" Godric eyed the cat severely, with his red eyes. Those red eyes were unnatural for a Rottweiler. Ryleigh have seen many Rottweilers come and go in the club, and none of them had red eyes.

Godric was sick. Very sick. Not only in the head but also physically. His body was naturally white, a fact that he was painfully ashamed of. Ryleigh had seen him naked before without any of the dye on. He would've thought that he had seen an angel.

...If only he wasn't as devilish as he was angelic.

"I have nothing to thank you of!" Ryleigh yelled at Godric. Other furs from the club couldn't do that. But Ryleigh could.

Godric couldn't hurt him.

He wouldn't want to chip the club's diamond.

"Ah, perhaps I might teach you a..." Godric grinned, "Lesson" Godric passed by the silent and watching rhino, approached Ryleigh, and pushed the cat down the bed, pinning him. The Rottweiler was a giant compared to the cat. Ryleigh could only stared back at the Rott's eyes, unable to speak.

Godric grinned, "Private lessons"

Ryleigh gasped. He could feel Godric's package through his pants grinding with his own. Godric slipped his paws below the cat, caressing his buttcheeks, taking a feel of the tense abused mounds of meat.

No! He just had a go and still sore, he didn't want to go for another! Especially because...

...Godric was big.

Ryleigh squirmed and tried to push Godric away but couldn't, he was too weak. He was no match to the big dog. All he could do was plead, "Please, not now!" he begged, "I can't--mmmmffffgghh!" before he could finish, he found the Rottweiler's muzzle connected with his own. Godric invaded the cat's muzzle wholly. His thicker and stronger tongue pressed and played with Ryleigh's resisting one, slick saliva combining with Ryleigh's own. With Godric's saliva introduced to Ryleigh, the salty taste of semen of his previous customer was reignited in Ryleigh's own. Godric's tongue advanced further into Ryleigh's slick and salty caverns, he made a "mmffffed" sound that said that he was satisfied with what he was tasting. As if on cue with his muffled moan, the Rottweiler's paws slipped further down the cat's rump, and his fingers found their way into the cat's stretched hole.

Ryleigh could not do anything. It was after a year of training under Godric that he learned that he should just submit himself to the dog. After many sessions of squirming under Godric's influence, Ryleigh had learned to just give up. He was a puppet to everyone, a sex slave.

A Toy.

Then a fur cleared his throat.

Godric immediately stopped, he pulled back, licked his lips, slurping in his and Ryleigh's concoction of saliva along with the previous customer's semen and grinned at Ryleigh. He stood up and adjusted his tie then he turned to face the rhino.

"Sir Godric, your patrons are waiting." the rhino said.

"Ah, thank you for reminding me Alex" The Rottweiler said and tidied his coat as if nothing happened, then he looked over at the cat and grinned that same grin that Ryleigh hated, "Perhaps we shall have our fun later Ryleigh", he turned to the rhino and said, "Alex, see to it that he properly grooms himself, nobody else is to touch him tonight, do I make myself clear?"

The rhino bowed a little, "Of course sir, can he rest afterwards, sir?"

The rhino looked up thoughtfully for a second, as if looking for an answer then faced the rhino again, "Yes he can, and by rest, I mean sleep, do I make myself clear?"

"Perfectly, sir" The rhino finally said.

"Very good, I must be going now." The Rottweiler concluded and without looking back, he went and exited at the door, leaving the rhino and the cat alone.

A silence stretched in the room, and only the heavy breaths of the cat could be heard. He was laid down at the bed, the same pinned position that Godric had left him in. His eyes widened, muzzle still open, a contorted look of fear, confusion and bewilderment. With trembling arms, he hugged himself, claws clutched tightly against his skin, enough force to dig through. His teeth ground against each other, a fang biting his lip, a trickle of blood flowed down from his muzzle and staining his white fur coat.

Godric always had that effect on Ryleigh. No matter how much he and Godric has done it, it was as if he still haven't gotten used to it. Godric was not a person that anyone just 'get's used to' no, he wasn't. Ryleigh was thankful that he wasn't being physically abused by Godric unlike the other furs, but he still fears the Rott nonetheless. He had that aura of power and dominance, strong enough to make Ryleigh kneel down to the floor...as Godric likes it.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" The rhino had sat down beside the paralyzed cat, Ryleigh did not even notice the rhino's approach. The cat did not respond. Ryleigh only hugged himself tighter.

The Rhino--Alex, leaned down by the bed towards the lying frozen cat and reached out his hands. The cat didn't even feel the rhino's touch.

He was really frozen.

"Hey, are you alright?" The rhino asked, his voice was gentle

Ryleigh did not respond. He closed his eyes tightly, but Godric's face still appeared on his head, his paws dominating Ryleigh's whole body, fingers slipping in and out his tailhole, the dog's tongue licking every inch of skin that the cat had, teeth biting and grinding the cat's ear. Ryleigh had no body of his own.

You're mine

Alex moved his hands towards the back of the cat's paws. Ryleigh's paws were tense, clinging to himself like his life depended on it. The rhino's bright green eyes gazed at the cat's. The cat was not mentally present, unresponding. The cat's claws dug deeper at his own skin, deeper as every image of Godric flashed in his mind, more blood trickling and staining the whiteness of Ryleigh's body.

Please stop, Ryleigh's own mental image said to Godric.

The rhino was strong, and he could've forced the cat to stop, but he didn't.

Force was the last thing the cat needed right now.

Instead, he started caressing the back of the cat's paws, "You're hurting yourself"

Then Godric's mental image was gone, what Ryleigh was seeing was the rhino's gesture, gentle, affectionate, careful, the mental scars of Godric's bruising paws were gone, completely, completely replaced by the rhino's soft touch. The cat heaved a sigh, he savored the rhino's gentle caress. His claws unburied themselves from his skin, slowly his paws as minutes went by, as every stroke of the rhino's paws further comforted the cat, he started to loosen his grip on himself, until his own tense paws weren't holding himself anymore.

"Better?" the rhino asked.

Ryleigh finally really looked at the rhino, seeing his face up close, "Yes," he said, "and thank you."

"You're welcome," the rhino smiled at Ryleigh, and Ryleigh just stared back at the rhino's eyes.

He's kind. Ryleigh thought, Like those other guys.

The other guys that used him.

This had happened many times before, an employee from the club comforting Riley only to fuck him afterwards. The tiniest bit of kindest was just a mere show, a bridge to get to the cat. Everyone wants the cat. They were no different to Godric. They were all just Godrics in masks.

But at least... Ryleigh had to repay them for their show of kindness, even if it's fake. Ryleigh had to repay them. He'll do what he has to do.

Give in.

Give them what they want.

Give them his body.

The rhino was still caressing the cat's paws when Ryleigh returned the gesture. The cat held the fur's hands in his own, his own small paws with the rhino's larger ones. The rhino smiled at him, "I'm glad you're okay"

Ryleigh did not answer, he just kept his innocent but knowing gaze on the rhino's emerald ones. He read them, there were creases besides the rhino's eyes, accompanied by a toothy smile, the rhino's teeth's whiteness contrasting with his gray skin, behind those teeth, in his mouth, Ryleigh knew that the rhino's tongue must be itching to lick the cat all over.

Then Ryleigh's paw unhinged itself from the rhino's. He traced his fingers along those gray strong arms of his, moving its tips along the bulging veins until they were finally at the underside of the Rhino's muzzle. The cat used his thumb to rub the rhino's lips, slick, with saliva, soft, delicate.

Vacant lips.

Then Ryleigh dove in, his lips instantly met the rhino's who was the most bit, surprised, those emerald eyes of his widened, the rhino refused to give the cat access to his muzzle. Alex was actually holding the cat off of him, his hands were tightened around the cat's shoulders, but neither nor pulling him in nor pushing him off. A half-hearted gesture. The same how every one of them reacted, resisting at first, but giving in a minute later.

And the Rhino gave in.

Alex closed his eyes, and at the same time gave the cat's tongue way into his own muzzle. From that point on there was no resistance. The rhino just held the cat on him, while the cat explored every inch of the rhino's muzzle. Ryleigh's tongue met with the rhino's own, which was rather not moving.

Amateur.

He flicked the rhino's tongue with his own, then the Rhino replied with his own tongue, then their tongues started dancing, the cat's own expert tongue taking the lead. The previous taste of salty semen, with Ryleigh and Godric's saliva and now with the Rhino's saliva further added to the equation, yet Ryleigh found Alex's taste overwhelming the other sensations in his tongue. There was a sweet but also minty tang in the rhino's saliva.

And Ryleigh wanted more.

The rhino's tongue suddenly stopped playing with the cat's own. He heaved a sigh through his nose and pushed the cat off of him, to which the cat was surprised, nobody ever stops kissing Ryleigh, not unless they wanted him to suck their dicks, but the rhino did. He set Ryleigh in front of him on the bed and was just staring at him.

Ryleigh's expectation of finding the lust and longing in the Rhino's shining green eyes weren't present, what was there was, Ryleigh could not believe it, but it was just calmness. Ryleigh was just silent, what was happening was impossible, with his years of his experience and gained expertise, nobody has ever maintain their self-control when with Ryleigh.

The rhino smiled, "You're beautiful," he said, "But there's work that needs be done, I'm sure you need some rest" Then the rhino lifted the cat off of the bed and headed out of the room and into the hallway. The cat was just silent, a combined feeling of amazement and being offended waved through him. On one side, he was amazed that somebody was able to resist him, on the other hand, nobody had the right to resist him, that would only mean that Ryleigh did something wrong or he wasn't as good as he thought.

Ryleigh looked at the rhino who was just looking straight to where he was going then the Rhino noticed this and looked at him, "Is there something wrong? Are you uncomfortable with me carrying you?"

To which the cat just shrugged, and the rhino looked up to where he was going again.

At this time of day--Ryleigh guessed, 4 am-- there sure were only a few furs moving about or none at all, although some of the rooms, Ryleigh was sure was taken. They were in the basement of Club Playground which was called "The Dungeon"

The Dungeon consisted of narrow corridors walled with obsidian tiles, as well as floored with translucent tiles with bulbs underneath. The light was only enough the customers--titled as "Masters", could see where they were walking but not enough to see where they are going. The dungeon was designed to tap into the dark affects of the customers--greed, anger, glutton, but most of all, the lust and desire for flesh-- The air flowed with the combination of different aphrodisiac oil scents--Sandalwood, Patchouli, Ylang Ylang, Ginger and further contaminated with the smell of musk, sweat and blood, it's a miracle that no one faints in the Dungeon.

But then again, the Masters would all be horned up and ready to fuck, who would want to pass that?

Ryleigh just dropped his gaze at all the doors that they were passing through. Each door was labeled with the residing "Slave"--the fucktoy's name. Ryleigh's was located at the far end of the corridor, a hundred doors from the stairs, which was located at the opposite end of the Dungeon.

It was after a few minutes that Ryleigh finally spoke up. "Could you drop me already? I can walk"

The rhino didn't argue. He put the cat down without word. But as soon as the cat's feet touched the ground, his legs just gave in but the rhino's paws automatically supported the cat's buttocks, preventing him from falling.

The cat groaned, "Damn it," he yelled

"Careful," the rhino said, "

The white cat slapped the rhino's paws, "I can walk!" he argued, to which the rhino scoffed. As if anyone would believe that. Ryleigh's legs were wobbly, his stance, unsteady, it took him a few steps to look back at the rhino whom was cross-armed and looking back at him. The cat sighed and said in disappointment, "Please carry me"

The rhino just said, "Just let me do my job will you?" then he took the cat by the legs and neck and lifted him. Both furs made no effort of starting a conversation and the travel to the bathroom was shrouded in silence, occasionally disturbed by the grunts and moans from the rooms that they pass through--Masters and Slaves in session-- as well as their footsteps--if the Masters and Slaves's rutting were not that loud.

After a few more, "Ah yeahs" and "Ugghhs" from the rooms, they finally arrived at a black door labeled 'Diamond's Solace'. It was a luxury of the top seller--A title that has been in Ryleigh's possession for half a decade. Ryleigh looked at the sign and grimaced.

'Screw luxury' the white cat thought, it only meant that he was the best fucktoy in the club, and this was to make him remember that.

The cat tapped the rhino's shoulders and he let him down, "You can wait here," the cat said and he was turning the knob and pushing the door when the rhino's hand fell on his shoulders, heavy, but gentle.

"I was asked to watch over you," the rhino reminded him

The cat's eye twitched, a little pissed off at the rhino. Ryleigh, despite of being reminded of what the room means, still loves it. Ryleigh's bath time was the only time that he could actually relax and let the sore muscles of his body heal. It pisses him off to have another person disturbing his brief bliss of relaxation. He turned to stare at the rhino but to no avail did the rhino step back or even look away. Only a few would dare to stand up to Ryleigh in club Dark Fantasy, and those that did were sure to get their asses kicked by Godric--Godric takes care of his diamond after all.

The cat closed the few inches of distance between him and the rhino and stared the rhino down even though he was taller and bigger than he was. He unsheathed a claw from his index finger and pointed it at the rhino's chest, "You better let me be or you'll be unemployed for the rest of your life". Ryleigh's eyes dug deeper into the rhino's, refusing to step down, this was a staredown contest, but the rhino was showing no signs of fear.

The rhino did not falter, his eyes were unmoving from his stare at the cat. Then his face turned serious, and the rhino's green eyes gleamed, almost shining, even Ryleigh who have seen all life's hell was taken aback "I'm under direct orders from Godric himself, his order bypasses any other form of authority, and you" The rhino waved the cat's paw away and poked his finger in Ryleigh's forehead, "are not even authority,"

Another moment of surprise coming from the rhino! He didn't even notice that his overused mouth was agape. Then the rhino held his shoulders, turned him around then led him into the room. He was too embarrassed to further disrespect the guard's authority, let alone say anything to him. But any of what happened was soon forgotten when he feasted his eyes on his heaven.

Although quite simple, the cat cherished this room. It was one of his only few possessions--Things that actually belonged to him. The room was a ten by ten feet wide of a room, with white tiles all around, the only other things that were in the room were a light bulb that hung from the ceiling then a pool/Jacuzzi that stretched to nine feet across. The cat inhaled the warm vapors and all the smell of rut and sex were instantly replaced by the floral aroma that Ryleigh so loved.

His bare, furred skin was once again warmed up, not an unpleasant one that his Masters inflicted him, but a rather, soothing warmth that he always welcomed.

The cat stepped on to the tiled floor and up the two-steps towards the Jacuzzi. He tipped the surface of the water with one of his toes, feeling the water's temperature then stirred it around, as if playing with it. Satisfied with the temperature, he descended and let the waters envelop his feet, legs, then his buttocks and finally his whole body, leave his head.

He rested his body against the Jacuzzi's side as well as rest his arms on them, he closed his eyes entirely, letting the warm waters envelop him, the vapors flowing into him.

"Aaaahhhh" he gave a satisfied exhale of sort then smiled to himself.

"You must really like this place, don't you?" the rhino spoke up

The cat's ear twitched and his eyes opened. He almost forgot about the rhino entirely. Ryleigh couldn't resist it, what with the solace that he gets from his cherished relaxation room.

"Yeah," The cat replied but did not look the direction of the rhino, "It's a real break from all the abuse that my body gets"

Then there was silence again, the cat didn't mind it, he was relaxing after all. It was after a few minutes that the rhino spoke again,

"Sorry about earlier, Godric's orders" he apologized, then he sat behind the cat, on the two-foot tiled steps.

The cat just ignored the rhino's presence behind him and just chose to talk to him without really looking at the rhino, he didn't want to move while he was in the pool. The cat didn't reply, for a few minutes once more. In actuality, that was because he didn't know what to say in situations like this. The only words that always comes out of Ryleigh's mouth were the "Please fuck me Master," and "Harder, harder!".

This was a totally different situation.

So Ryleigh just chose to say, "Yeah, it's okay"

The cat heard a sigh behind him, then the rhino offered, "Want a massage?"

Then the cat actually moved this time, he looked back and looked at the rhino's eyes once again, this time accusingly. It was a strange offer, at least it was strange to Ryleigh, the other employees that talked with Ryleigh always said, "Wanna fuck?" or "Can I fuck you?". Besides, to Ryleigh, the rhino seemed like the kind of guard that faithfully obeys his master's orders, as what he had done earlier, and this was a peculiar turn of events. Godric, specifically asked to not let anyone touch him after all. And by touch that means anything sensual--a massage is one of them, Ryleigh being naked, but then again, the rhino already disobeyed Godric's orders from earlier, but Ryleigh thought, since it was he himself who kissed the Rhino, it wouldn't count.

"Nobody's allowed to touch me," Ryleigh stated,

Then the rhino immediately answered, "Godric ordered that 'Nobody else is to touch you'" he said,

The cat just further narrowed his eyes on the rhino,

"And he wasn't clear who 'nobody else' was, did 'nobody else' include me or what. So we could never be sure about th--"

"I get it! Just stop" the cat interrupted the rhino, then scoffed

"Just to be clear, you offered it to me, and I did not request for it, are we clear?"

"Of course" the rhino said

"Okay okay, just be gent--" Ryleigh was about to say but the rhino's hands were already on the cat's shoulders.

The cat was about to retaliate because he expected the rhino to be rough, being the big buff fur that he was, but what came was a tender touch, from the rhino.

The cat automatically relaxed, in the cat's mind, he was actually in awe of the rhino, how he could squeeze those knots in the muscles. How all the memories of all the rough paws, grips, grasps, wrings, and pinches were forgotten by his previously abused shoulder muscles.

"You have a lot of knots in your muscles," the rhino stated,

The cat just "mhmed" at him, he was in his dreamland of relaxation.

Behind the cat, the rhino just smiled, then he worked his hands towards the cat's neck, pushing on the muscles and veins that were tangled up together. The rhino just let the cat relax for half an hour before he spoke again, "So how do you deal with it?"

The cat springed out from his stupor and into the real world again, his body actually jerked and his eyes opened, surprised, then he was reminded that he was in his relaxation room again, with the rhino. He didn't actually hear what the rhino said, so he asked, "What was that again?"

The rhino chuckled at the cat, "Ah, I shouldn't have woken you," he said, his paws were already at the cat's temples, his intricate fingers, moving in circular motions around the cat's temples, "I said, how do you deal with it?"

The cat replied, "Deal with what?"

"Deal with all of this?" the rhino said, still keeping his fingers moving

He replied straight away, "Do I have to deal with it?" he said, "It's not like I can do anything about it anyway,"

"All I could do is, get fucked, take a bath, get fed then go over the cycle all over again, simple life, really" the cat stated

What the cat stated would come out as sarcasm to anybody else, but to the cat, that was his life. That was real life to him.

Plain and Simple.

"That's..." the rhino stopped and thought for a few seconds, finding the right words,

"Complicated", this time, the rhino stopped with the circular motion on the cat's temples.

"Complicated? How?" the cat was full of questions, "There's nothing as simple as that, isn't that how life is? You work, you get fed, you're happy, end of story" he finished, then said, "Please don't stop," he reminded the rhino, "And anyway, why do you care?"

Then the rhino transferred his fingers towards the cat's jaws, doing the same circular motions on the muscles there, "I don't," the rhino replied, "Just making small talk,"

Unusual.

"Well...don't you get out?" the rhino asked,

"Gtt utt?" the cat's words were twisted with the rhino's jaw massage, but Alex got the message,

"You know... Go to school, spend all the money that you get?"

The cat pushed the rhino's hands away and turned to look at him "I never knew that people get to ask so many questions from just a small talk," The cat commented, "But if you really wanna know: I don't go to school, I don't get anything, I'm not even allowed to go out of the club" Ryleigh continued, "You're new here, so you don't know. I am Godric's possession, I belong to him, anything that I get, goes to him, that includes all the money paid by every person that comes through my room's door looking for some good time, and I'm expected to perform well"

Then the cat's face turned grim, "And if I don't, then I run the risk of losing my position, and if you still don't know what happens to the fucktoys that don't perform well, then you might want to check the rubble"

'The rubble', another word that Godric uses for those many furs--damaged goods that failed to meet his expectations. Those furs that don't have the same luxury as Ryleigh does. The furs that actually run the risk of being further physically abused by Godric and thrown away. It was a position that the cat never wanted to be in. The sexual abuse from the Rottweiler scares him enough, what more from the possible physical abuse? Much more, Ryleigh fears that he'll find out where the rubble get's thrown away at.

"I know about them," the rhino said, then he pulled the cat back and let him lean again on the pool's side, resuming the massage, "Pitiful--They don't have the same comfort as you do."

"Comfort?" Ryleigh was perplexed, there was no comfort in this line of work: physical and sexual abuse--mental and emotional consequentially, were all present in Ryleigh's life. The only comfort that he could possibly get was a break from these for a few hours and sometimes even just for a few minutes, that was the only comfort that Ryleigh knows, "What kind of_comfort_ is there in my line of work"

"Ah, how stupid of me," the rhino just said, finding no reply to that, "Just one last question,"

"Good, I was getting tired," The cat said,

"Are you being kept here against your will? Like a hostage or slave?"

Another perplexing question asked by the Rhino, Ryleigh rubbed his fingers on his eyes and yawned, he just answered just to get it over with "I am and I am not," he said and stopped for a second, expecting that the rhino would ask a question in between, there was none, so the cat just continued, "It is both my own will and against my will that I am here. It was six years ago--I was just sixteen back then..."

Ryleigh lived in the streets at that time, having run from an orphanage ran by a wicked owl that Ryleigh hates--who wouldn't? She treated the kids there like slaves and she made money selling the kids to any pedophiliac old geezer that came through, it was more of a slave house rather than an orphanage.

It took courage and wit to steal the keys from that owl--Who keeps it in between her bras, but Ryleigh got it nonetheless, mostly by brute force. He smashed the owl's head with a rusted iron pipe from the washroom to keep her from waking--Permanently, the cat wished, but yeah, she slept through the bleeding on her head. After that, he ran away through those barred doors that always made the orphans feel like they're living in a cage and got away.

Ryleigh remembered that all the other orphans got away as well. He went with a few from the escape and lived in the streets as a thief, but mostly a convict--Ryleigh saw the news when he was attempting to steal a few electrical appliances from a store, his face as well as the face of the owl were flashed on the screen. The owl died of brain hemorrhage and he was the prime suspect, but Ryleigh never knew how they knew that it was him who did it.

It was difficult to go under the radar when pictures of his face were posted on the street walls with 'Convict" under it. It only took a day for the other orphans with Ryleigh to know that they should not be with the cat. Being with him would only attract more attention. It was either that they turn him in and be returned to that God-forsaken orphanage or just leave him altogether. Thankfully, they did the latter.

_Ungrateful bastards. _

From there on Ryleigh lived and thieved alone. Relying on himself and no other. He made an effort to always hide his face with a hooded jacket that he stole from a department store, but he learned that it didn't matter anyway. He finally noticed that his face wasn't the only poster posted on the street walls. There were a hundred other posters pasted beside the many posters of his own face. It was then that Ryleigh learned of how filthy and disgusting Morality City was. It was ironic, really. The city had a 90% crime rate, some Moral City this is.

His eyes were opened and he knew that it didn't matter whether he stole or killed anyone. Everyone's doing it after all.

How wrong he was.

It was a struck of stupidity that he tried to steal from a certain Rottweiler's pocket--Godric.

He caught Ryleigh--By the neck, and everyone just turned a blind eye to it, some cops, even. Even if there hundreds that saw the incident, nobody helped. Ryleigh struggled, but it was a futile effort. The malnourished cat was no match for the big dog. Ryleigh couldn't breathe anymore, he swore he was about to die. It was thanks to a certain friend of Godric that Ryleigh was alive. A Dragon whose name Ryleigh does not know.

Godric took Ryleigh in, trained him nonstop, sometimes almost half a day. He was bruised almost to death by Godric when Ryleigh complained. And by the time that he was done with training Ryleigh: all the cat knew was how to get fucked.

He was talented, Godric complimented him. Like a living, breathing, fucktoy. Ryleigh became popular among the men on the club and so Godric treasured the Stone-turned-Diamond. He no longer beat him, but he fucked him more, relentlessly.

The white, innocent-looking cat has been the club's diamond for five years, a year after he was trained by Godric. That was how the cat got to where he was.

But still up until now.

Ryleigh can't tell whether he was living a better or worse life from the orphanage.

"Wow," the rhino just said, awed, "It's like you're life's a soap opera," Alex humored,

The cat winced, first because the rhino laughed at his life story, second, because he didn't know what a soap opera was.

"I've stretched this far enough," the rhino said, then stood up

The cat's ears perked up from the sound of unzipping, he didn't move.

As expected. He sighed. He closed his eyes, accepting whatever would come next. At least he was nice to me, he thought. Ryleigh just waited for the rude arms to start grabbing him, abusing him.

...

But it never came.

"Damn these zippers keeps opening when I stand up, I tell you one of these days, someone will point it out and laugh at me,"

Ryleigh sighed again, Such a tease _he thought and said, "Just do what you have to do, I know what you're here for, _please, just get it over with, so I can rest"

He heard the rhino sigh as well behind him, a deep sigh, the rhino sat behind the cat again,

"What are you thinking?"

The cat tilted his head downwards so that he was facing the rhino's upside-down face, it was his turn to say, "What are you thinking." It was an accusing statement,

The rhino shook his head side-to-side, scoffed then smiled at the white cat, he pushed the cat's head upwards then patted it, "Not everyone's out to do you," Then the rhino neared his muzzle on the cat's ear, "Now sleep"

_'He doesn't want sex... huh?' _

He smiled at the rhino, "You must be straight," They were his last words before sleep overtook him.

The rhino just observed the cat's serene face, a face that the cat almost never displays, the rhino looked closely, 'Beautiful...' he thought, then a smile crept up his face before he leaned in and kissed Ryleigh's forehead.

An innocent kiss.

"Sleep well," he finally said. He stood up and headed for the door. He stepped outside and found that a certain burly Rottweiler was coming through the corridor, the rhino immediately tilted his head downwards in a bow and greeted his master, "Sir," he said,

"Ah Alex! I'm done, I expect that all has been taken care of?" Godric said, Alex observed him, his tuxedo was now rather unkempt, even through the dim light, the rhino could see the creases in the clothing, at the white inner shirt that the Rottweiler was wearing, there was a stain of sort, something red...

Blood?

"Sir, your clothes" The rhino pointed.

"Yes,yes, I spilt some wine on my shirt, thank you for noticing,"

"Would you like me to clean them for you sir?" the Rhino offered,

The rottweiler smiled at this, as if satisfied at how obedient the rhino was, "How thoughtful of you, but no, that won't be necessary," he grinned, "These clothes won't be staying on for long," he then approached the door, which was still blocked by the rhino, "May I?"

"Y-yes of course sir," Alex stepped aside and with a wider grin and lustful eyes, the rottweiler entered the steamy room and closed the door behind him. The rhino looked through the closed door, imagining the cat's beautiful sleeping body. He sighed.

A few seconds later, the screaming started.