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"... We'll be continuing to follow the story through the night, but right now there is an uneasy peace hovering around the courthouse as the jury continues to deliberate on the proceedings." The news anchor stood in front of the court house in a neatly pressed suit while crowds gathered behind her.

Lafayette, Louisiana was becoming a hot bed of political movement and protestors that had created a dangerous storm of emotions. Apollo adjusted the microphone stand while his eyes flicked out to the crowded bar where most were growling to each other instead of paying attention to the band that was breaking down. They hadn't paid much attention when they'd been playing in the first part. For the first time in twenty years there was a trial going on where a sleek looking anthro was trying to press charges against a man who had hired her for a cleaning job and used it for his advantage. He had spent a weak taking advantage of her sexually before casting her away. The doe was wide eyed with large pink fleshed ears and a quiet looking face as she had told her tale and demanded that she be allowed to have equal rights and justice.

It had flared the flames of resentment through much of the human population. The anti-furry movement was growing rapidly and the sight of one of them speaking out in court and dare ruining the reputation of a business man had made their hatred grow. The lines had been drawn and Maria Swiftrunner was being painted as a whore, a slut and everything that was wrong with the world by those against anthro's being given full rights. She was being drawn as a victim and innocent by those few that supported the notoriously quiet anthros and they pressed for their rights to be acknowledged. It was a shit storm that was spread across the media and spilled over to every part of the country. New Orleans, Louisiana, in particular, was put on edge. They boasted the largest population of anthros in the country and the tourists that came here enjoyed them. Except now, there was an edge of aggression to them that made the French Quarter less exotic and more dangerous.

"Apollo, we should get out of here." Ethan snapped his case closed and cast a worried glance to the crowd. 'It's getting late."

"Yeah.." Suz looked even less happy as she shouldered her guitar. "I think it's better if we look about heading up north instead of sticking down here this winter. Last night they said they nearly had a riot down off of Decatur."

"I know," Apollo gave a glance towards their fourth and gave himself a shake. "Yeah, we'll head out in the morning. Let's get out of here. Ethan, you grab our pay. I'll take Splash outta here before they get any ideas."

"Sorry guys.." Splash flattened his ears and looked miserable as he tucked his trumpet into its case. The lean looking wild dog was not happy and the position of his ears and tail made it easy to see the guilty expression on his face.

"Not your fault, hon." Suz gave him a squeeze. "C'mon Ethan, let's get our pay. We'll meet you two at the apartment."

Apollo nodded his head and stepped forward to catch Splash's hand in his own and gave a tug. The dog sighed a little, but didn't try to pull away. They were a unique act in that they played with an anthro, though not so unique here in the Quarter. New Orleans had entire bands of anthros that played some of the dives where people might want a closer look at them. But a mixed band was something that was rarely heard of and they did well up North where people came to see them play. The dog had introduced himself as Splash when they'd first met. A name he'd said was taken from the splash of white on his tail tip.

Granted, they never would have taken the wild dog on if Splash hadn't been able to play. Strangely, the dog could play the trumpet in a way that made the blues something strange and exotic sounding. He was good at what he did and he was even better at improvisation. It helped them get more jobs and he was given the protection of a group of humans so it worked out for everyone. And he was a nice guy to boot. The black, white and tan canine had an unfailingly good sense of humor and an almost shy demeanor that made him a pleasure to be around.

They'd picked him up a few years back when they'd first come to New Orleans. At the time, the painted dog had been working just off Jackson square and playing a trumpet that had been modified for his canine muzzle. He'd been a bit of an oddity that had attracted a crowd willing to toss him some money, but he'd also been good. He'd wailed out music with passion and talent that would have been stunning in a human, in an anthro is was breath taking. He made his body a part of the music, with his tail bobbing the time and his ears quivering as if he was drinking in the sounds he was playing. He had been playing some tune by Billie Holiday at the time and Ethan had proposed they invite him into the band. It had been a great move and they'd never regretted it. When they were in town he always knew the best places to book their band and he'd flourished at being a real member instead of a street player.

The bar had started to have a real edge of hostility to it as he and Splash slipped out the back door. They were lucky they'd even made it through their set without having something happen, but the case had been going on and people had paid attention to that. Suz was right, they needed to get out of here before things turned really ugly. They normally played the south in the colder winter months, but this year they'd just have to deal with the colder north. Chicago could be good or they might even try to head towards Seattle. He hadn't been to the west coast in ages, and they were a lot more progressive then they were in the south. They'd make up the cash somehow and hopefully the court case would blow over and the edge of violence would leave the city.

"I really hate this." Splash grumbled as they slipped down the alley and turned towards riverfront. "This place has been nuts lately."

"Yeah, I know." Apollo gave his bandmate an awkward pat. "It has to be worse for you. But maybe this whole case will end up for the better and some new laws will come out of it. I hear that it'll probably go to the Supreme Court."

"Probably not." The wild dog gave a sigh and his white tipped tail gave a slow flick back and forth. "You saw them in there. It's doing more harm than good. We're not people you know."

"You are to me." He glanced at Splash and watched the large ears flick back on his head. "You are to Ethan and Suz. You're one of us."

The dog gave him a smile, but it lacked any real force behind it. He looked tired as they spotted the gleaming lights of Café du Monde and aimed for them. Jackson Square stood up like a silent sentinel on their left as Apollo tried to find something to say that would offer more than just a little sympathy. Splash was a good guy. He was smart, he was giving, he was easy going. The fact that he was an anthro didn't seem to affect the fact that he was someone Apollo was happy to have as a friend. He should have been protected under the law. He should have rights. It was 2012 for god's sake! They were treating the anthros like they were trained parrots that had learned how to mimic speech, not a people in and of themselves who deserved respect.

"Yeah well, that's not how the world works, is it?" Splash gave a small smile and shrugged a shoulder. "You guys should stick around here. Why don't I drop out for a bit? I can pick up work elsewhere and there's no need to spend what we have marching into the snow."

"No!" Apollo gave his head a shake as they turned a corner to avoid some construction. "That's not going to happen. How about Seattle? There's a lot of good bars up that way and music."

"That could be... fun.." The dog relaxed when his offer wasn't snatched up. Apollo knew the only work for most anthro's around the quarter would be selling their body. The good jobs had fierce competition for those that lived here, not ones that passed through like the wild dog.

"Jesus, a pair of fur-fags." A voice drawled out of the corner street as Splash and Apollo passed by. "Looking for a place your dog can suck you off?"

Apollo froze and Splash moved just behind him as the voice turned into two shapes and then four. The speaker was a bit taller than the rest. He stepped away from the street sign with his friends behind him so that they formed a wall that blocked the passage way through to the main part of the street. Splash went very still behind him and barely breathed as the group approached them. They didn't stumble as they walked, though he could pick up the scent of liquor on the air. Apollo moved back so that he bumped against his bandmate and swallowed roughly. This wasn't good, this was what they wanted to avoid. Biggoted assholes.

"Just let us through, we're not doing anything." Apollo spoke softly, but deliberately kept his body in front of Splash's.

"How much you pay for the dog, eh? Or do you suck his cock?" One of the other men grinned as he used the crude language. "Into dog dick?"

"Looks like he is. Damn shame too, bad enough to be a fur-fucker, but a fag too. That's just fucking sick." The leader gave his head a shake.

"HEY!" Splash's yelp came before Apollo was rocked forward and his body was shoved past him. Another man had come up behind him and gripped the wild dog by the scruff.

"Doesn't look like much, does he?" The one gripping Splash grinned and moved a hand around to roughly grope the writhing dog.

"Let him go!" Apollo surged up his feet, only to be knocked down by a fist cracked his nose and made him see stars.

"Stay the fuck down, fur-fucker!" One of the men moved a foot to dig down against his bag. "Stay down and maybe we'll get your payment back."

"Heh, this one ain't half bad." Splash's whine came beneath one of the men's words and the tearing of cloth. "Most of them are too thin for my tastes."

Apollo blinked his eyes as something wet dribbled along his upper lip and blood flowed down his upper lip before splashing down his chin. He didn't think they'd broken his nose thankfully, but it certainly hurt. Splash gagged as one of the men wrapped a hand around his throat and heaved him up so that the other could tear his clothes off. The wild dog twisted and squirmed as his white and tan chest came into view and his large rounded ears fell back to either side of his head. His hand paws moved up to grasp the arm, but he didn't bite back. He had teeth the equal to any pit bull, but he didn't bite or use his clawed foot paws to attack the men. Apollo felt a surge of rage and tried to struggle up as the man started to yank at the pants.

"Let's see what the little fag has on him, eh? Ya ever see a naked fur? They're just like animals." The man yanked harder and Splash twisted with his eyes bulging as his pants started to tear. "I hear if you get them to fuck a real animal they can breed with 'em."

"That's sick." The man holding Splash laughed as Apollo lunged forward only to be caught up short by a hand on his arm.

"Don't even try it," The man holding him growled and Apollo tried to lunge forward again. The look Splash cast him was defeated as his pants were yanked down.

The African wild dog's lower belly was inky black with a splash of tan right down the center so that the revealed sheath was half black and half tan. Apollo flicked his eyes away from his friend's nudity as the grip on his arm nearly twisted it back so that it felt like it was about to crack. The joint was burning with pain and he let out a rough whimpering cry of protest. It hurt! Damn them! They couldn't do this to Splash! He wasn't an animal!

"Too bad we don't have a bitch with us. We could see if it's true." The man who'd stripped Splash gave a grin that showed a cracked front tooth. His dark hair felt into his eyes as he moved his hand down. "Would you fuck a dog, fag? Or are you only after boys?"

"Leave me alone! I didn't do anything." Splash's voice came out in a soft whine that grew increasingly panicked. "I'm in a band, I wasn't selling my body!"

"Hold him, Joe, let's see what our little fag has on him." The man gripping Splash, Joe, moved his arms upwards and pinned the dog back against his front.

Splash let out a hoarse cry as the dark haired man moved his hand low enough to grip the sheath to the laughter of his friends. The wild dog twisted as the hand pulled and rubbed against the pouch. Apollo had to look away with a sick feeling rolling in his stomach as he heard the short frantic noises his friend made. It wasn't until he heard a disgusted noise from one of the men looking that he glanced back and found that the man had tugged the sheath down. The dark red spire was pushed out so that the tapered tip pressed against the belly, but in the light, it turned a paler purple that was veined over with red all the way down to the tip. Splash's struggles became more frantic as the sheath was yanked all the way down beneath the swell of his base so that he was entirely exposed to the gawking men.

"Like a god damn dog. How can you even think you're a person, eh?" One of the men nearby spit on the ground. "I don't give my dog my job! Hey, Mark, you ever play red rocket? Wonder if the little fag will enjoy that."

"Suuure, bet he would, I know the game." The man handling him, Mark, got a slow grin on his face. "After all, the boy will probably be whining for it soon enough. Bet he's all pent up from missing out on the little fur-fucker that paid for him."

The man gripping him grinned and moved his other hand up to start pumping the cock up and down while the dog struggled harder and began to kick. The laughing taunt of "red rocket" came from one of the other men as Splash's struggles grew as the hand moved around the base and pulled up again. The forced stimulation making him let out a breathy whine low in his throat that had nothing to do with pain. The humiliation was one thing, but the body could be forced. It didn't matter that he was scared, the touch was designed to make him react and the dog started to squirm as a dribble of watery precum leaked over the tip while Apollo stared in horror. It was rubbed away by the hand that started to pump faster and faster.

"Stop.. please.. S-stop that!" Splash cried out and writhed backwards as the hand started to rub and squeeze around his base.

"Leave him alone!" Apollo lunged forward until his joints were aching so badly he was afraid he'd yank his shoulder out of place.

"Shut it, fur-fucker, I know you want your mouth around it." Mark laughed roughly and moved his hand up until he was rubbing hard and fast over the cock tip.

Splash's breath came in short pants as he was forced to feel the constant stimulation along his cock. The hand would drop all the way down to his base and then pumped back up again faster and harder. His hips were giving little twitches as he sucked in great gasping breaths that sounded more like sobs. But the sounds that he made in between weren't of pain. His cock was starting to thicken up and Apollo turned his head away as the base started to swell wider and wider. His friend's frantic whimpers of 'no' were mocked as he was brought to his peak around the men surrounding him. Apollo tried to block out the ragged cry as there was a disgusted noise from the man holding him. It wasn't a cry of pain.

When he looked back Mark was wiping his hand off on the white, tan and black fur as Splash sagged in the hands gripping him. His ears were held back miserably and Apollo glanced down with his cheeks flushing a hot red. The cock was twitching against his belly, casting out thick pulses of seed against his fur, but not going soft. It was exactly like a dog, still erect and swollen with the base forming a knot that should have kept him locked inside a female. When he looked up Splash gave him a haunted despairing look that made him flush with anger and embarrassment that he'd been forced to watch this. That Splash had been forced to live it.

"Ugh, all of my damn hand." Mark finished wiping his hand off. "Poor fur-fucker won't get his fun tonight, you're probably only good for one go."

"That's fucking vile, Mark." The man holding him drawled. "You're encouraging him, he'll probably be sniffing after you for weeks now hoping for another hand job."

"Hope that wasn't your plan." One of the men watching chimed and he watched Mark stiffen. "Hate to find out you're chasing after tail."

"Fuck no, beside..." Mark stopped and a grin spread over his features so his chipped tooth was visible. "Besides, we could make sure he won't be walking the street for no one."

"Hey now.." Joe let Splash's paws touch the ground as he frowned. "I ain't killing no one. Not even a fucking fur."

"I'm not saying kill.." Mark's grin looked malicious and he reached into his pocket before pulling out a folding knife. "I'm saying let's neuter the dog."

A few of the men made hissing sounds of sympathy and he could feel the man holding him tighten the grip before relaxing it. Apollo gaped in horror at what was being suggested. How could they even think about that?! It made his stomach twist even as the man flicked the blade open and let out a low laugh. It was a laugh edged with a hint of breathiness as his eyes brightened. It wasn't just a suggestion born from the men's goading, it was made because he'd enjoyed it. Enjoyed the thought disfiguring an anthro in such a manner. Splash's eyes flashed wide in the light and he writhed backwards against the grip of the man that held him.

"No! GET AWAY FROM ME!" The wild dog's voice rose up into a wail as the man turned back to him with the blade flashing slightly.

"Oh c'mon, pup, we let you have a last bit of fun. This'll keep you off the stray bitches." The man's voice dropped to a mocking croon.

I can't let them.. they can't mean.. Apollo watched the man advance and his eyes were forced down to the still quivering member and glistening drool of cum that edged over the tip.

The orbs were in the light, leathery and full looking as the white tipped tail flicked between Splash's legs. He tried desperately to cover himself as Mark's hand went out to grab a hold of them so that a keening wine broke free from his throat. The white fringe of fur didn't offer any protection from the man. Apollo let out a wordless cry and threw his weight forward as hard as it would go. His shoulder ached and he was nearly sure it would pop out of the joint, but it didn't.

He didn't know if the man holding him let him go on purpose, simply hadn't had a good grip or had loosened his hold because he was distracted. Whatever the reason Apollo jerked free of the hold and launched himself towards the man threatening Splash. The dog's face was twisted with fear as he tried to get his hips back, but the hand with the knife didn't get a chance to life high enough to touch to vulnerable sac. Apollo hit him in the side and moved his hand out to try and catch the man's wrist to wrestle him and the weapon away. He could only hope that someone would hear the scuffle and see a human getting attacked. They might not budge for a furry getting hurt, but if it were another human someone had to notice.

The moment they went down together he felt something hit his chest with a spike of pressure that drove the air out of his lungs. He opened his lips and tried to suck in a breath as the fist against his chest jerked away as quickly as it had landed there and he was forced to drop his hands down to keep himself on all fours. The man he'd tackled scrambled backwards with his eyes wide and fear filled, staring at him wildly, but Apollo didn't care. The knife wasn't in his hand and he heard Splash's voice screaming behind him before a familiar paw touched his shoulder. They'd let him go, that was good. They'd let him go. But he couldn't breathe! He tried to suck in a breath, but the pressure on his chest was still there and he couldn't fight around it.

"Fuck.. get the... outta here.." The men around him talked in choppy words that didn't make sense as the dark shapes swayed and then started to bolt.

"Apollo.. Apollo!" Splash's voice was frantic and the paw hands jerked his shoulders roughly so he was thrown to his side. He scrabbled and the panic grew as he tried to get his lungs to work.

"CALL AN AMBUSPLASH!" Splash's voice came louder, screaming the words out in a sharp high pitched call that sounded almost like a howl.

The wild dog got him on his back and straightened him out before suddenly his breath returned in a painful wave that sent pain rolling through him. He sucked in a breath, but it felt wet and thick as stabbing agony spread through his chest. When he coughed out something wet splattered against his lips and coppery blood coated his tongue. Blood? Was his nose bleeding again? He felt stupid and slow as he struggled to sit up again, but Splash pushed him down. The canine was leaning over him and paws fumbled against his pants. They tugged and tug through his pockets desperately. It wasn't until Apollo looked down that he saw the hilt of the knife jutting out of his chest. Dark blood welled out and stained his shirt. It was black in the darkness.

"Oh god, just hold on... I can't find my phone. I can't find it!" Splash's voice was broken and frantic as he fumbled around. "Where is yours?!"

"S'alright.." Apollo gagged and coughed up more blood. Had the knife hit a lung? Oh god, he didn't want to die. "G'find help.. Ethan has phone."

"I can't leave.." Splash looked frantic and his eyes went down to the knife. "Please, just hold on, please please. Hold on, Apollo. Hold on!"

Apollo wanted to say he'd be fine, he wanted to say he'd hold on, but the world swam with pain and darkness. He felt the ache of his chest and the throbbing of his chest. He was hurt, badly hurt, but he wasn't dead. Splash scrambled to his paws and ran down the alley with a flash of his pale white fur and the lighter tan. He was still naked, but he was going to get help. Apollo was still left alone bleeding on the ground in the alley. He whimpered softly and struggled to keep his eyes focused on the gaslight above him as each breath crackled and rattled with blood. It was so hard to breath, so painful, he didn't want to die. He had to hope that Splash would bring back help. The anthro would flag down someone. Someone who would help a naked anthro running through the street... He didn't want to die..

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Darkness. Darkness punctuated with vivid moments of clarity that came with flashes of faces that he didn't know and pain that dragged him back under into the darkness. He'd lost his hold on consciousness bleeding in the alley and came awake with a rush of searing pain as he'd been lifted. The faces hadn't been right or human. An intelligent looking buck had peered down at him, a nervous looking otter, Splash's tear stained features, a large jack brayed orders and darkness again. He didn't know what was going on, he only knew that he needed help. These weren't medical people, they weren't trained to help him. He struggled to make himself known when conscious, but he'd lost consciousness while gripping Splash's paw hand as he was lifted up into a pair of massive furred arms.

So many flashes, they didn't make sense. The sound of pounding music that had made the knife in his chest vibrate to the pounding of his heart. He wheezed out a rough noise with his hands lifting upwards to try and stop the knife from thrumming. It hurt. It hurt so badly. He couldn't breathe, his heart was pounding with an odd stuttered feel as if it were starting to give out. He tried to come awake, but it was so hard, so terribly hard. It was so hard to want to continue to breathe when the pain rushed through him each time his chest rose and fell.

"Please.. PLEASE!" Splash's voice was frantic, high pitched and yelping. "They wouldn't come, I tried! You can do it, please!"

"We can call an ambulance now." A deep voice answered, a voice that resonated in his ears and made him whimper. "They will come."

"He'll die!" Splash sounded closer and he felt a paw hand touch his cheek. "He can't die, please! PLEASE! He saved me fr-from something unspeakable. PLEASE!"

"Do you know what you're asking, Lyne?" The male rumbled and he felt something hard, thicker than a nail, touch his cheek. "They may save him at the hospital, he still lives."

Who was Lyne?

"They may save him, not will." Splash's voice came in a soft whisper. "He stood up for me. I can't let him die. Please, Master. Do not let him die. I know what I'm asking."

"Ahh but does he?" A warm rush of air hit his cheek and Apollo struggled to try and open his eyes. His breath was starting to grow lighter and he could feel the blood coating his tongue so thickly that it trickled past his lips. "I will save him; a strong heart does not deserve to be lost. It is a testament to his strength that he has lived long enough to be brought here."

"Thank you... Thank you, Rio. Just save him, and I will owe you my life as well as his own." Lance's voice was high pitched and relieved. How were they going to save him?

"We will see if your young friend agrees with you, Lyne," The voice spoke in half threat and Apollo managed to crack an eye. The last thing he saw was endless darkness pierced by a red on red eye that peered down at him. Then the heat rolled up and engulfed him.

_Please don't let me die... _

I won't... A voice rolled through his mind as he was pulled into darkness. Had he only imagined it?