Fighting Nihilism: Ch. II - On the run, square one
As Lance woke up, he wasn't able to open his eyes. Blackness surrounded him; nothing but loud noises came to his ears. He could hear his heartbeat, low, but steady, pumping blood through his veins, and his own breath, a rough breath that had lost all it's calmness and had become stammering, broken. Perking up his ears, he was able to distinguish quiet noises around him; wind, howling through treetops, a stream that must have been quite close, and the distant twitter of birds.
A wave of shock ran through his body.
The forest. The feeling of teeth, sharp teeth, tearing him apart. The pain under his tail, tearing him apart.
As the memories came back, so did the pain. Lance felt every limb, weighing heavy to the floor, the scratches on his back burning like tar melting through his fur, and something between his legs that he didnt even want to think about-
His eyes widened, slowly opening. There still was something in his tailhole! The wolf? Was he still there?
He prayed for his eyes to open quicklier. The light blinded him. Adjusting fast, he could make out the treetops. He groaned. This was the forest. He carefully lifted his upper body, feeling like he had slept for at least a thousand years. He could now make out hills. If he would have been able to, he'd have scratched his head. 'Were there hills where-'
His thoughts were interrupted by a gray paw pressing onto his chest. Lance gasped and instinctively curled up into a ball, giving his opponent a small as possible field to attack. Waiting for the blow, he presses his eyelids together.
The blow didnt come. Instead of claws slicing through his fur, a voice sliced through the air.
"Silly tiger... back to sleep with you! I'm giving my best to keep you alive and you shut that circulation of yours down again _seconds_after waking up!"
Lance's muscles relaxed and he sank back to the muddy floor.. At least it wasnt the same fanatic wolf again. He sorted his thoughts.
'Gray fur... The paw looked like a canine's... but the voice... it was way to light for what I remember of... him...'
Suddenly, there was the paw again, shaking in front of his eyes.
"Attention on me, little pussy!" Lance flinched. Defamation. First step on the way to raping him again. "Just some rules for you if you want to survive." Conditions. Second step. "Don't move. Second rule: Don't move. Third rule: Don't move. You got me?" Lance tilted his head. A loud cracking noise was heard. "What did I say?" yelled the wolf, "Dont. Move! Jesus I didnt bandage you up with all that stuff so that you could finally kill yourself!" Lance stopped. 'He did WHAT?'
He cringed; but as his muscles flexed, he blacked out again.
Opening his eyes once again, Lance moaned quietly. The wolf chuckled. "Here we go again. Let's try something else. Hi. My name is Ian. I just risked my life for saving you, said "Fuck you and good bye" to my family and probably became prey just as much as you are. Pleased to meet you."
Lance groaned loudly. "What was that?" he sleepily replied, "You were a little fast." As the last word escaped his muzzle, he blacked out again.
When Lance woke up again, he could not see anything. The trees had vanished; and so had the gray paw. He checked his muscles; the pain was not gone, but he finally managed to sit up. A now sad voice cut the silence once again. "So here we are." Lance turned around to find the wolf sitting behind him. The gray wolf flipped onto his paws, slowly walking towards Lance. "Name's Ian Graykilt. But Ian does it", he said, some kind of sorrow in his voice, as he extended a paw. Lance reluctantly took it and swallowed. "My name is Lance... I don't have a second name, so, Tails, it is."
Ian's eyebrows raised briefly; but he eventually returned to his sad frown.
"Ok", he spoke, "you said some words without passing out. Quite good. Now listen closely.
This is what happened. You were raped. Because you pissed someone of; a wolf of my clan.
What you should know about my clan, is, that they are a bunch of idiots._But unfortunately not the kind of harmless idiots. These are racist idiots. They hate every other species and even wolves not of their clan. So they set up their own _republic, as the call it, which justifies them in punishing everyone crossing their borders. As they did punish you. Now what happened after you passe d out?
They dragged your body home and locked it up in a cage. That's where I found you; and seeing all the blood and the... well, the other fluids in your fur, I knew they had taken it one step too far. So I waited, and as the pack went off to find out about your family, I cleaned you, put some bandages on your body and inserted something into your rear to support the healing of your tailhole. But I knew they could not let you live after what my... what he did to you, so.... I made a decision. And left my clan with a pussy on my shoulder, running away into the woods, heading for the North. And thats where we are."
As he had finished, he looked Lance straight into the eyes. "It was _my_decision. I dont blame you; but you should be cooperative and do what I say."
Lance nodded, only asking one question: "What about my family?"
Ian shrugged. "Well, I dont know", he replied, "but in the best case, they have set up guards around your family to catch you. I wont let you contact them. Better let them think you're dead, or _you_are gonna be dead soon."
Lance sighed. But he did not have the time for passing out. "Do you feel", Ian asked, "as if you could walk?"
Again Lance nodded, adding: "I do. But what is the plan? Are we just gonna run?"
"Nope. We are gonna stay in the woods for a while, bringing some distance between us and them, and then we will start a new life."
Lance swallowed as awareness hit him. He was gonna leave all his life, his family and friends, his stuff, everything behind. And what does it do to me? What do people feel when they lose everything?_Leave their life behind? Sorrow? Delight?_He closed his eyes, entering himself. What did he feel? He searched and searched, grubbing in his own mind, but all he could feel was pain.
Nothing but pain. No sorrow about leaving his family, his friends, his home. He did not care.
His thoughts were interrupted by the wolf. "Ok then", Ian nearly shouted, "We better get going. They have left to gather information about you immediately after you were locked into that cage.
They left you with a guard; but I know him, tonight he's not gonna look for you, he is gonna fuck his girlfriend. They will maybe miss you and me tomorrow; so we should bring some distance between them and us." Lance bit his tongue. "May I ask one last question?" he asked.
"Sure", Ian replied. "What... what's that in my ass?" Ian chuckled the first time. "My favourite toy. I could not let go of it, so I assured it would go it's way." His look froze to ice quickly. "Not that we would have any time for enjoyment too soon..."
Lance panted heavily. Ian in front of him had started running 2 hours ago; and since then, he had not allowed nor a break nor some time only walking. They had crossed the forest in it's entirety and walked along a countryside highway. Lance could see the wolf sweat; it seemed like he had a problem with not being surrounded by trees, missing the calmness of the woods. But not only he had problems holding up. Gasping for breath, the tiger stopped running, begging for Ian to stop, too. "I... I cant run anymore... My body... it feels like... a piece of burning coal inside my fur... but inside of me..." Ian sighed and stopped, turning around facing him. "You... are not a hunter, aren't you? They will have us soon. And then, I can assure you, you won't feel anything anymore. Because you're dead." Lance scratched his head. "Well, one thing you've got to know... I don't feel anything. But pain at the moment; so if they should get us, it would not be that a problem, more like a solution." The wolf growled at him. "Well, I've suffered enough, but for me, there's a light at the end of this tunnel. And I will show it to you. Just get up!" 'Why does he even care', Lance thought. 'But well, does not matter to me.' Loudly, he said: "I have an idea. Why dont we go for the smart method? There's a river nearby; if we travel up or down through it, your clan wont be able to catch your scent; so we will be untrackable and they cant find us." "There's just one problem", the wolf replied. "I hate water."
Another two hours later, Lance and Ian rested at the river's shore. They had walked down the river for about two thirds of the time to convince the wolves that they travelled downwards; but now, they were about to swim up to finally get rid of them.
They both were licking their fur, cleaning it of every mark they had from the way. Not that the river would not wash it all away; but they both needed some time to occupy them with themselves.
Finally, Ian broke the silence. "Lance?", he quietly said, "I... I...", he stammered. "What is it?" "I... I cant swim."
Lance swallowed. He had his own problems with the plan, since he was afraid of losing his bandages in the water, but this... He swallowed again.
"Well... I guess you'll have to grab my fur and hang on it." He made a grimace. "Try not to be heavy, then... but the water will support. Would you mind tightening my bandages a bit?"
Ian lifted his head first and then jumped up. "Sure... do you want the toy deeper inside of you, too?" he joked to ease the situation, giggling quietly. "Sorry to disappoint you", Lance replied dryly, "But I'll get rid of that thing as soon as possible. As a matter of fact, I am not gay."
"You got me wrong", Ian growled, "in no thinkable situation am I interested in ... anything striped."
He lumbered over to Ian, biting into the end of the bandage and pressed his paws against the tiger's body. As he caught the tiger's attention, he pulled back his head heavily, leaving the tiger gasping for breath as the bandages tightened around his belly and rear.
He lowered his head to meet the tiger's ear and whispered. "As a matter of fact, I am_gay, and I'd love to lift your tail and show you, who of us is the _pussy. Not that I was interested, just to show you, where _you_should open your mouth and where not."
As Lance opened his mouth to reply, the wolf put a paw onto his lips.
"Do not ruin it. This situation... it shall last in your memory as it is now. Unless you want me to move that toy, but your move. Otherwise, I'd recommend you to now get into that river and swim us away from here."
Lance silently nodded. If the wolf needed to play the dom here, it was not him to stop him. He knew that he was cleverer than him ; but he did not want to hurt him in his simple wolfish feelings.
He looked at the river; deciding to show off a little, too, he climbed on the lowest level of a nearby bridge, did not look down and jumped in, doing a backflip on the way.
Ian might have been good on the land; but _he_was good in the water.
Swimming towards him, he yelled: "Why don't you get in here? The water is_great!_"
He did not say anything about the pain around his wounds caused by the water; he was way to eager playing with the wolf.
Said wolf could not find anything funny about the situation.
"Get over here!", he groaned, "Or I'll get you_outta _there, and if I die on the way."
"Okay wolfy! But dont forget you cant fuck the water until it obeys you!"
Lance swum over, offering his back to the wolf, who clenched his teeth and jumped on it.
He whimpered as his furry paws touched the water for the first time; but then he shook his head, bit into the tiger's neck and groaned. "Let's go."
It made Lance swallow again. Reflecting about the last hours, he was not sure if it was good at all to start feeling pain again.
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