He Called Me 'Little Man' by Adicus

He Called Me 'Little Man'

Adicus, Character Development, M/M, Oral, Rape, Rottweiler, Tiger

#1 of Muddy Water

"And he called me 'Little Man'"

Chapter One of Jacob's Story

Part one is an introduction. The story is not intended to be read in any specific order unless otherwise stated, although reading in order of its parts will make the timeline will make the story more coherent in the long run.

Large inspiration was taken from the work of Hirosaki, Riff, and Whyte Yoté. Thank you for the stories you all have written as they have given me the strength to actually publish my rambling.

Please, send all feedback to [email protected]!

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AND HE CALLED ME "LITTLE MAN"

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My face formed a grimace as my paws pushed harder on the bar, my mind imagining the weights on each end shouting obscenities at me, taunting my inability to push them all the way to the sky. Sweat dripped down my brow, stinging my eye as it traveled its path down the front of my twisted face. The pit bull spotting me lent a few words of encouragement that I didn't really understand as my mind was too focused on the prize. The burning, strain, and pain throughout my body as blocked from entering my thoughts, the adrenaline flowing through my veins preventing my thoughts from wandering about. Light, sound, smell, taste, and touch were all melted into one in that split second when my arms finally locked into place, vertical, the strain tearing my mind apart from my body.

"Ten!" I heard the dog shout. His paws wrapped underneath the bar as I dropped it, guiding it into its home as he looked down at me proudly. "Fuck yeah Jacob. I've never seen you lift like that before."

My eyes were watering from the fire streaming through my paws, arms, and shoulders. After shaking my head a bit, I sat horizontally on the bench and looked down into my sweaty paws. "I don't know Rex," I sighed, "it must be frustration or something."

The pit bull's cool paw startled me as it rested hard onto my shoulder. "Dude, you know what you need?"

My crooked smile was hidden in the shadow. "Other than some cock?"

The pit bull strolled in front of me, his own genitalia prominently showing through his baggy nylon shorts. "If you wanted cock, you just have to ask." I could hear the smile in his voice without even looking. "But seriously dude, we should take a trip out to the Spinning Disk."

I widened my eyes, thoughts of a certain ridiculously cute panther flying into my consciousness. I was too distracted to make a coherent sentence, yet I tried anyway. "Blue... forest? Panther..." I stammered.

The pit bull snickered as he knelt down in front of me. "Dude, are you talking about that bartender?" My ears perked as the dog mentioned him. Rex leaned forward and brought his muzzle close to my ear. "I've heard he's single."

"Oh shut up you," I snapped. "That guy cannot possibly be single."

The wrinkled face of the pit bull leaned back and stared me in the eye. "Dude, even if he is, you can still take him for a..." the dog paused to rise. Standing there, he rocked back and forth in a humping motion. "Riiiiiiiide!" He howled.

My face turned a few shades of red and buried itself into my paws. I rocked back and forth, my imagination wandering in total freedom, thinking of what would happen if I did get alone with that panther. At that point, I hadn't had sex in quite some time and I wasn't sure what I might say or do if tempted with such a prize. (Beg like the dirty kitty I am?), I wondered.

The dog caught that I wasn't very comfortable with how big of a scene he was making. "Come on kitty; let's get you home and ready for tonight." His paw once again firmly attacked my shoulder blade.

"I'm not going to that place," I voiced adamantly. I hated Blue Forest, like everyone else I knew, and there were much better clubs in this town anyway. "I don't even know the panther's name anyway."

The dog grabbed me by the scruff and pulled me up with a growl. "So find out! We're going damn you."

"Fine."

The engine roared... well more like purred down the two-lane highway. I was lying in the back, my body spread across the whole backseat as Rex piloted his tiny Geo. I never quite understood how a pit bull, with its mean demeanor and dominant attitude, could possibly drive such a shitty car. Now don't get me wrong: I mean... I got nothing against driving a Geo. Hell, I don't even have a car right now. But, this thing was a piece of shit. The windows didn't even close all of the way and made this hissing noise that was extremely annoying. It was impossible to sleep in the car because of how rocky the ride was. The car had a radio that didn't even work right. Well, at least the clock worked on it.

I checked the time as the occasional streetlight passed by the window. Blue Forest was a ways out from where I lived in the wealthier South Oakbrook, about an hour or two away. We sped through the suburbs of a few other nameless cities, places I would be caught dead around at this time of night, where if I went there living it wouldn't be for long, even during the day. I kept closing my eyes, and then two seconds later the car would leap and send my head two feet into the air, only to connect with the ceiling or the window. I probably would have been bruised from the ride if I hadn't rolled up my jacket and stuck it on my shoulder.

Just as the line between being awake and dreaming was becoming blurred, I heard the car wheeze, cough, and rumble to a stop. Slinking forward, my eyes slanted open a bit to peak at the real world once more. There was a shit load of pale orange light filling the cabin, invading my brain. Rex turned around and flicked my ear.

"Sleeping little tiger?" he chuckled. "Get your ass out of the car and go get yourself some panther beef." He playfully toyed with the tip of my ear, batting it back and forth.

I snarled. I wasn't exactly in the mood for his amusements. "Didn't you say something about your sex slave being here tonight? Shouldn't you hurry and go find him?"

"Are you referring to my husky little kitten?" the dog sneered. "He's a least a better fuck than you are."

I shook my head and laughed. This fag was trying to tell me I wasn't as good as some damn husky in bed? "You've never had me. And besides, I probably have a bigger cock anyway."

"Twelve fucking inches, dude." The pit bull had a big fucking grin on his face.

"There's no way you could even take that and still be able to use your ass for it's main purpose afterwards" I sighed.

I saw Rex adjust himself a bit, obviously a little self conscious of his own tail hole. "You're such a downer Jake. Just because you can find any cocks to ride that meet your 'expectations'..."

"Shut the fuck up." I threw open the door, almost slamming it into the beamer next to it. Hell, I wouldn't have cared at that point if I had thrown a nice big dent into the side of it, fucking rich ass bastard. What the hell were they doing in this pit anyway? For the life of me I couldn't understand why I was even fighting this dump again just to get my paws on some panther cock. But... well its panther cock. Hot panther cock. And unfortunately nothing was going to come close to the real thing. It was like one of those hunger cravings pregnant ladies get where they just have to have mayonnaise or Jell-O or some shit. There was no getting out of this dilemma without some nice panther booty safely in tow.

The pit bull quickly strolled off in front, I following his quick pace in back. My eyes did a bit of wandering up and down the back of my friend's body. I mean, the canine was a built machine, like most club-going furs out there. But, there was something I admired more about Rex than just his firm ass or stocky thighs. He was, well, sure of himself. That must have been it, considering all of the times I remember him boasting about his strength, his intelligence, and especially his boyfriend.

The husky came into view as we finally crossed the span across the parking lot to the entrance. My eyes kept browsing the upcoming crowd, wandering around the leather-clad group. The Spinning Disk was one of those places where every gay guy just came to unwind after a whole week of bullshit, and Rex's boyfriend was no exception. I tried remembering his name, Eric or something, but I probably didn't know because I always avoided talking to Rex about him. I didn't want to hear at work about how great their sex was the night before. In a way, it made conversations with Rex about his boyfriend more entertaining, because I got to use "Rex's husky bitch" instead of his name. Hell, in conversations with the dog, he never spoke much at all.

Rex jogged up past me and jumped into the bigger dog's arms. No one in the crowd outside seemed to mind the couple's slobbering, but I quickly went off in a different direction. I was feeling rather anxious about trying to talk with the panther; their affection wasn't exactly keeping my mind off of the eminent confrontation I was going to have. Sure, it wasn't exactly a confrontation per se, but I felt this pit of doom just fill my stomach.

Fuck, I was nervous. Real nervous. Not that kind of stage fright nervousness, but the kind of nervous you get if you hear your mother just got taken into the hospital. I wasn't sure if I was going to get stopped by the bouncers. I wasn't sure if the panther would even think I was attractive. Shit, I didn't even know if he was fucking working tonight. But, my mind kept me pushing myself closer to that ultimate goal. Even as sweat rolled down my face as shook from the cold, my mind raced to come up with enough fantasies of a successful outcome to fulfill my wild desires.

The doors flung open and two hyper-sexed bouncers began ushering patrons in. I got shoved into the middle of the crowd, but the "current" wasn't that strong, so I wasn't getting thrown around. I'm sure some of the touches I got were a little more than just accidents, but I didn't mind of course. It eased one of my questions. As I got closer to the door, I realized that the panther would find me attractive, but the bigger question was if he was taken already or not. My experience in dating at that point had been rather limited to absolute accidents in meeting people, never something I actively pursued. That probably explains why I was very nervous as I got right up to the bouncers. My paws fumbled around in my pocket, pulling out my trusty beat-to-hell fake ID. I tried to look casual. Hell, I was nineteen. I was close enough, but for some reason this was the one club I couldn't just waltz into.

"Let me see your ID kid," the huge dark-furred wolf barked at me. He snatched the ID out of my paw before I could even hand it to him.

"Do you know if the panther is working at the bar tonight?" My tail swayed as I asked enthusiastically.

"Yeah, he's in there." The bouncer took a closer look at the ID with his flashlight. "You sure you're 20?"

"It says it, doesn't it?" My eyes dripped with emotion, radiating fear, excitement, and irritation all at once. The clown must have noticed I was anxious because he literally slammed the ID back into my paw. Waving his light around, he motioned for me to get in quickly. I thought I noticed the big guy wink at me, but I couldn't be sure.

I jogged up the stairs and, at my hurried pace, almost tripped and flew into the room. A few looks from observers made me a blush a bit, but I threw them aside and I slinked onto the dance floor. My head spun immediately to the bar and began trying to spot the panther. I couldn't see him over the numerous taller furs in front of me, so I cut my way through the crowd. Finally getting close to the bar, I was able to find an empty bar stool and plant my ass down on it.

My eyes finally caught his slick black fur, showing his build just enough to be handsome and sexy but not overdone. He was around six feet tall, the perfect height. I didn't know quite how old he was, but he was probably in his late twenties. Age wasn't a factor for me anyway, and this panther was fucking hot. My eyes followed up and down his body as he strolled back and forth, picking up cash and dropping off drinks along the bar. When he finally spotted my stare, I looked away quickly. If there was one thing I knew how to do, it was tease. I hadn't been on the market ever, but I knew how to catch a guy's attention. Unfortunately, it was the porcupine that came over to assist my nasty drinking habit.

"What can I get you?" I was suddenly brought back to reality.

"Huh?" Shaking my head, I tried to keep my eyes off of the panther.

"What do you want to..." The porcupine stopped, noticing what my eyes were following around. He turned to the panther, who was now standing nearly behind him. "Hey Cedric, looks like you got an admirer."

At that moment almost the whole bar turned and looked at me with an intense stare. What could they have been thinking of me at that point? In any case, it didn't matter because Cedric was now leaning over the bar at me.

"What's this I hear about an admirer?" He smiled warmly as his eyes twinkled from the lights at the top of the bar. I must have froze for some amount of time, looking like a total moron, because he continued on. "Can I get you something to drink? I mean, as much as I like to be ogled over by cute guys, I still gotta take drink orders."

I quickly shook the obsession out of my head and managed to croak out a sentence. "Oh, uh, well I'll have a few shots of something really hard."

"You sure about that, little man?" The panther actually looked concerned. "You don't look like the type that would be drowning away his problems."

I suddenly started thinking of Mike. I couldn't help it. The panther was being genuinely considerate. He was gorgeous and caring, and I couldn't help but think of fourteen year old, innocent Mike. I rubbed my eyes with my left paw and sighed, mumbling weakly, "Just give me the alcohol." I dropped a handful of dees onto the counter, letting out a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

"Alright, kiddo." The panther, or I guess Cedric, brought me back three shots of some colorless strong-smelling liquid. "That should hit you rather fast."

I glared at him. "How would you know?"

"That's the bartender's job," Cedric replied with a wink, "to know what we sell."

He was so fucking genuine. After I slammed the three glasses and shook off the taste, I looked up at Cedric with a grin. "You going to be around later?"

The panther must have heard the tone in my voice as such of wanting to fulfill a need, simply because he stretched his arms above his head in a fashion that showed off his chest and abs. "Probably. Why... you going to actually want to talk more later?"

Cedric was right. I was quickly getting over my drama and beginning to loosen up. "Hell yes. I'll be back to get some more liqueur." Standing up quickly, I spun around, noticing a slight delay in my sensory perception. I really had no idea what I had just downed, but god damn did it working quickly. I was getting tipsy, and it felt good. I took a brief second to pat myself on the back mentally for how cool I played it. Hell, most guys go up there, swing the bat, and look like fools as the ball goes right past. But I played it slick, like his gorgeous fur.

The lights started to get real bright as I entered the dance floor. There was some trance music that I didn't recognize blaring real loud. I was enough for anyone to be overloaded, but whatever alcohol I had consumed was heightening everything. I felt like just getting out there and grooving. It was finally a release for the tension I've had for months... years even. I drove myself into the crowd and started grinding around, mixing in my limbs with the numerous other random appendages floating around in the middle of the floor. It was a sea of fur and I was right in the middle, blowing off a huge load of steam. Suddenly, I felt a shove from behind, and this wasn't a mosh pit.

"What the fuck?" I yelled out as I spun around. Unfortunately, my paw caught the side of some red fox's muzzle. He let out a yip and staggered back, growling as he came back to confront me.

"Eh what's yer problem ya fuckin' cat?" he barked, breath smelling strongly of hard alcohol.

"You're way out of your league, foxy," I snapped back. "Go backing to playing with your fucking queeny friends." I wasn't in the mood to take shit from some five foot tall fox tonight.

"Ooooo," he cried. "Just wait untils I gets my boyfriend on you." Man, he was one drunken mother fucker.

"Fuck you," I snarled back. I flipped him off, of course, and waded through the crowd to another spot to start dancing. One of my favorite tracks had started, and I wasn't going to let some little bitch fox ruin my night. "Shit, I still need to give my number to the panther at the bar," I spat as I finally found another good place to bump and grind. The lyrics of the song came on, and I started to mutter them as I rubbed up against a rather attractive lion. There was a lot of hot man meat tonight, and I was trying to not let myself get distracted from my goal. However, this one was a little special. He was actually singing the song too.

"Now this this is one of them occasions where the homies not doin it right," rapped off the lion. He was dressed in some really tight black jeans and a tight black nylon shirt. His mane was cut rather short and was only slightly darker than the rest of his light amber fur. Much taller than me, I had to stand on the end of my paws when I slid up next to him and whispered the next lines.

"I mean he found him a hoe that he like, but you can't make a hoe a housewife." He spun around instantly, his green and brown eyes bearing a deep curiosity as he tried to figure out what I was trying to do. But, he kept on rapping along with the song, albeit it a little more conscious of the one-tiger audience.

"And when it all boils down, you gonna find in the end a bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend."

"So what you found you a hoe that you like, but you can't make a hoe a housewife." I chuckled at trading the lyrics back and forth. I started feeling the alcohol wear off, and I figured it wouldn't hurt to take the lion along with me. "You wanna grab a drink with me or something?"

The lion was looking off in the distance at the bar. "Looks like that's going to be rather difficult." He motioned with his paw towards a small group that had formed around the center of the bar.

I stood on the end of my foot paws and looked over the heads in front. It had looked like there was a large crowd watching a ferret and mongoose go at it. But when the crowd separated and the ferret flew towards the exit, grabbing onto a dingo and yanking him out along with him, it was obvious that the mongoose had been threatened for something. I suddenly remembered the red fox's idle threat from earlier, a little concern growing in the back of my mind as to if I would have to deal with some big and strong boyfriend. The lion must have noticed something wrong with me because he put his large brown paw on my shoulder.

"Something the matter tiggy?" I stared at his face, and I was once again confronted by genuineness.

I smiled lightly and moved my muzzle closer to the lion's face. "Did you just call me 'tiggy'?"

"I didn't mean any disrespect." He fumbled around in his pocket for some card and shoved it into my paw. "Here, let me apologize to you in person somewhere when we can be a little less distracted." He quickly disappeared into the taller crowd.

I opened my paw and looked at the number scrawled on a business card. I couldn't read whatever name he wrote down, but the number was legible enough. Hell, he looked cute enough. It was too bad I didn't get to down a few with him. It worked out for the better anyway as I wanted to hook up with Cedric before anything went down with whoever that red fox's boyfriend was. My eyes quickly crawled around the room, spotting Rex and his boy toy. I figured I'd meet up with them before I headed over to 'hopefully' leave with Cedric.

"Have you guys even been on the floor yet?" I called out, walking up quickly.

"Yep," the small dog replied. Rex was groping his larger counterpart rather openly with one of his paws as the other aided him in taking a sip from some mixed drink. The husky obviously was enjoying the attention as his tail was going fucking crazy behind the chair. "You gunna make me proud tonight kitty?" Rex's demeaning attitude was not what I needed to hear at the moment.

"God damn, all you have is sex on the brain isn't it?"

"And you don't?" His retort was true of course. "I saw you flirting with a lion earlier on the floor. Pretty hot, looks your age."

"I'm here for Cedric tonight."

"You're talking about the panther, right?"

"Yeah. I'm still working on being his kitty tonight." I noticed that the husky wasn't paying attention at all to the conversation. I clapped my paw together. "You with us dog?"

"Looks like Key found another victim," the husky blurted out of the blue.

I spun my head around to follow where the husky was staring. "Key?" I shouted over the music. I couldn't see anything in particular.

It was a rare site to see the dog speak. "Key is just a nickname," the husky yapped. "He's this little fox prostitute that has been hanging around here recently. Works freelance... doesn't work for any of the pimps."

Rex looked back at me suddenly with concern written all over his face. "We saw you run into another fox earlier. Did he have a chip out of his left ear?"

I tried recalling the face, but I honestly couldn't remember. "Why the fuck does it matter? He was just some little punk-shit fox that thinks he's protected by his tough-as-nails boyfriend."

Once again, the husky blew me away with more speech. "A fox with a chip out of his ear... sounds like Trevor's mark."

I shook my head in confusion. "What the fuck are you two babbling about?"

The husky was beginning to look concerned too. "Well, if the fox you ran into was indeed Trevor's bitch, you probably should stay with us instead of going off with the panther tonight."

My maw dropped open and I stared at the two furs. "Are you crazy?! The whole reason I came here tonight was to hook up with Cedric." I slammed my paws together and growled. "I'm not going to toss this away because of some little bitch fox!"

"Jake, you don't understand," the pit bull landed his paw on my shoulder. "You could be seriously hurt."

"Fuck this shit," I hissed, turning around and heading off.

The husky growled loudly enough for me to still hear him. "Don't be by yourself tonight Jacob! Call us, damn it!"

For someone so quiet and conserved most of the time, I was a little caught off guard by how forceful the advice sounded. But, I had dealt with morons in the past, big ones, and I've come out on top. I tore through the crowd, almost being slammed into by some big mongoose, probably in hot pursuit of some piece of ass. Finally getting over to the bar, I plopped back down on the same seat I was on before, but I couldn't see Cedric anywhere. The porcupine came over and gave me a stare.

"Let me guess," he sighed. "You're looking for Cedric, huh?"

"Sure. Where is he?"

"He went out on a break somewhere. He's going to get me into shit with our boss with as much as he slacks off around here." The porcupine shook his head. "I'll let you know you came by. What's your name?"

I sulked. I was sure he would be back later, but he was probably already out with someone else. "Don't worry about it."

The porcupine bent down and looked up at me reassuringly. "Hey, he might be down at the All-Night Snack bar down the street on Rayce and Blossom."

My ears perked up and my head rose. I smiled a bit. "Thanks."

"No problem. But don't ever come back here wasting any more of his time."

I sighed, rising from my seat. That porcupine could be a real pain in the ass. But, he did give me information, and he was a little nice. I couldn't fault the guy for that, but at the moment I had more prevailing issues to worry about. I pushed myself back through that crowd and out the exit, down the stairs. I felt rather alone out there by myself, and once again I found myself shivering in the cold. I guess I hadn't really come prepared for taking a casual stroll down the street in the middle of the night. The street was full of cars, each reflecting the dim yellow-tinted lights on the street different directions.

It was dark, and cold. I was not a fan of being out and about at this time by myself, but I could see the sign for the all night stand down a few blocks. At that moment, I needed the panther's company enough to warrant the risk I was taking. I crossed the street, preparing to take the last couple blocks in a jog to warm myself up and get there faster.

Everything went black before I knew what happened.

When Jacob came to, all he saw was a large shadow standing over him. He turned and immediately smelled a large dose of rotten garbage. (I must be in an alley), he assumed. His paw slowly ran up the side of his head to where he felt an aching sensation. Bringing it back down, he saw some blood on his paw. (I'm fucking bleeding? What? Huh?) His mind raced, trying to search his memory for whatever the fuck had happened.

"Well welcome back to reality, cat."

Jacob opened his stinging eyes a little far and saw a large rottweiler straddling over him. He was dressed in all leather, his large but tight jacket showing just how built the guy was. Jacob couldn't quite figure out how big the guy was compared to him, but he felt like a kitten in comparison. Blood drizzled down the tiger's face as he tried to slide himself up on the wall to face his assailant.

The dog growled very deeply. (Must be one mean sonuvabitch.) "My fox told me all about you. You think you can slap my bitches around and not feel any consequences."

Jacob spit out some blood and spoke weakly. "It... was an accident."

The rotty leaned down and brought his muzzle close to the small tiger's eyes. His nostrils rumbled with anger and frustration. "Bullshit. I saw the mark you left on his face. I can't have little fucks like you thinking they can walk around and beat up my property."

(This guy is fucking serious.) Terror ran through the tiger's head, and it must have showed prominently on his face. Jacob coughed and spit a little more blood to the side. It was a grizzly sight: a pool of blood beneath the cat from the wound on his head, trash and filth around, and one broken tiger.

"I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to rape your brains out. And if you don't agree, I'll mark you with my blade like I mark my bitches." The dog reached up and motioned cutting off his own ear with his large serrated knife.

"Please..." Jacob mumbled. He was slipping in and out of awareness, unable to fully concentrate on what was going on. The tiger just sat there, propped up on the wall as the rottweiler unzipped his pants and pulled his already erected cock out.

"Open your fucking muzzle before I do it for you permanently. And if you give me shit or bite, your ear goes."

Jacob cried out inside of his head, cried for someone to just come around the corner and see what was going to happen. He had to open his muzzle wide otherwise he would be disfigured. (God help me. Please, someone help me. Fuck.)

The dog leaned forward and grabbed a firm paw full of tiger head fur and dragged him forward, bringing the tigers wide open snout forward and onto his cock. "Tighten that a little bit. And move your tongue some."

Jacob started to struggle finally with what little energy he had left. He didn't have much choice as the dog was keeping him from moving any of his upper body with just one paw. He finally stopped resisting and did what the dog requested after he felt the rotty's knife blade come close to his right ear.

"Yes, that's perfect. Or 'purrfect'." The dog laughed at his own terrible joke. "Fucking cats, only good to be used for their ass and muzzle. Nothing more." He finally began sliding his cock around inside of the cat's mouth, mixing a strange combination of pre-cum, blood, and Jacob's own saliva that was making the tiger sicker by the minute. The dog's strong paw pulled the limp tiger forward and back on his rottweiler cock, forcing the fluid into the back of Jacob's throat. It came as no surprise to Jacob that he gagged and shot the mix all over the dog's genitals.

"What the fuck is this shit?" The dog tossed the cat off of his crouch and looked down at the mixture dribbling from his sheath and sack. He bent down and picked up the tiger by the neck and slammed him against the wall, his firm grasp pinning Jacob at only one point.

Jacob felt sick. He couldn't believe what was going on; it was all too surreal for him to grasp. He finally remembered what he was doing before this mess started, trying to find a panther for consensual sex. And now he was being used as this dog's muzzle toy. He could fight it, he knew. The tiger finally resolved to the fact that he was not going to get away from this situation in any good shape, whether it was physically or emotionally. He closed his eyes as he saw the dog reach for his blade and bring it up towards the tiger's ear.

"I told you if you fucked this up you'd lose an ear. And now, after this ear is gone, fucking this up with me again will make you lose more than just another ear." The dog said it quietly, as if he was trying to teach the tiger a lesson. It wasn't as if he wanted to just torture the cat for some sick pleasure, Jacob realized. (He's honestly trying to teach me a lesson for 'fucking with his property'. Well fine, let him. I don't care anymore.)

"Fuck you," Jacob mumbled. He heard a growl, and then felt a sick cold feeling up against his ear.

There was suddenly a large explosion of sound from down the alley. Jacob hadn't even started to feel an incision, but he felt a large amount of blood run down his face all at once. His eyes were still closed as he was dropped to the ground in a heap.

"My fucking paw!" screamed a voice in front of him.

"Next one goes for that sheath of yours," a new voice pronounced. Jacob recognized it. (It's so... genuine. I know that from somewhere... Mike? Is that you?! Save me! Help!) He kept screaming inside of his head as he heard a roar of footsteps going away from him, the echo of sound being too much for him to handle. He was a pile of tiger fur and blood, emotion and sickness, anger and terror, just waiting to be picked up by his otter. Jacob rested his head down on the concrete.

"Alright kiddo, let's get you in the car."

(Fuck, where am I? Ouch my head hurts. My neck hurts too. I taste blood. Is this a car? Where am I going? I see lights going by. Green, blue, haze. It's foggy. I can't see! Let me see! Mike? Is that you in front? I can't move my jaw. Do I even have one anymore? Do I have an ear anymore? My paws are red. It's hard to breathe. Roll down a window. Why am I crying? Where's the rottweiler? I'm sorry Mr. Rottweiler, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have messed with your property. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me! I didn't mean to hit him! But I know I shouldn't have done it. Just don't make me your bitch, please. I'll do anything. There's just so much blood...help. Help...)

"Help..."