# Book 1, Chapter 1 (Jesper)

Author: houndlover56
Tags: Anal, Bear, Dalmatian, Gay, M/M, Raccoon, Tiger, Vixen, Wolf, bunker, underground, virus


1.
He
was dying. He was one of the last few on the planet who the virus that attacked
him from within. From his bed, the Dalmatian lied there, unable to cope with
the fact that he was slowly deteriorating. On the wall hung some drawings. A
couple were of his parents, at least what he could remember of them. They flash
in his memory from time to time. But he can never remember who they were.
Jesper
was his name. A name that wasn't always the greatest. All the time, he hears
people call him Jasper. Yet the truth is, there was never an "a" in his name.
It has always been a pet peeve of his.
At
least, that's what his caretaker, Ava Darling always told him. She was a bright
orange vixen with bright green eyes. She has been there by Jesper's side since
he was a pup. She was there to see his birth. "I've always been a friend of
your dad's," she said all the time. "It was a shame to see him pass away."
She
worked as a nurse. She saved lives. Jesper liked to think of it that way. If
only she could save his.
Some
early signs of HIV include flu-like symptoms. Jesper started to notice that
over a month ago when he contracted the virus. He passed it off, thinking it
was nothing. But he had to go to the hospital days later after a large stomach
cramp. He didn't take the news well. He sat in his room for sixty hours weeping
into his pillow.
Ava
was there by his side. She always cared about him and helped him. "No matter
how bad this gets, you're gonna fight this, kid," she said at the time. "I know
it." She started giving him the meds to help fight the virus off, but Jesper
knew it was incurable.
He
was slowly dying and there was nothing he could do.
So
as he laid in his bed, looking up at the ceiling where new drawings were hung
up, he heard a frantic knock on the door. Probably just some cranky neighbor
again, he thought to himself. At least, until he heard the sound of a crash.
He
sat up in bed, unsure of whether he should go downstairs to investigate. He
decided to go for it. Just as the Dalmatian got onto his feet, he hears the
sound of thumping up the stairs. Two sets of footsteps? No, three. Three sets.
            His
door was thrown open, taking him aback and knocking him down onto his mattress.
A wolf and a fox (judging by their tails) came in, dressed in hazmat suits; a
child's nightmare. "Mr. Jesper Henning," the wolf spoke. "We need you to come
with us."
            They
didn't give him time to talk. They reached out and grabbed him by the arms. He
struggled to get free. No. No! Jesper threw his elbow back, nailing the lupine
right in the gut. He swung his fist into the fox's shield of glass covering his
face. Both fell onto the floor. He saw his moment and dashed out of the room,
towards the stairs.
            Before
he could even go down halfway, Ava was racing up to meet him halfway. She
grasped him by the shoulders, shaking the scared Dalmatian. "Ava, what's going
on?" Jesper asked. His breathing had quickened, his heart was racing and on
fire. "I thought they weren't going to be doing that until-"
            "Relax,
Jesper," Ava said calmly, snapping him out of it. "You're not being
experimented on. They only wore those suits for caution." She then leaned
forward, her wet nose tickling his black ear. Her voice lowered to a whisper.
"You're being sent underground. All of you."
            That's
when a dart knocked him out.
***
            When
he came to, he was cold, wet, and shivering with fear. His was afraid to open
his eyes. The men in suits could have been there; wherever he was. You're being sent underground. That was
the last thing he heard. But, why? Why was he being forced into it? And why all
of a sudden?
            Jesper
counted to 100 and then opened his eyes. The room was dimly lit. The walls were
a little slimy and the floor was covered in water. In the center of the room
was a silver circle with three holes in it. A shower. He was in a shower. His
fur was wet, making a squishing sound as he rose to his feet slowly as if a
dart would come back and knock him out again.
            A
towel rested around his waist, covering him halfway. His arm felt heavy. A quick
glance downwards revealed that he was bearing a metallic bracelet on his right
wrist. It showed only a number. 1. What does that mean?
            The
Dalmatian then heard a click then a whirrr.
The right wall opened up to reveal a brighter room. He shielded his eyes until
they adjusted. Inside, hung on a couple hooks, were some new clothes. Jesper
slipped them on. A black T-shirt with dark-colored jeans and steeled-toes brown
boots. They weren't really his favorite colors but he admitted to himself that
they looked good with his spots.
Sitting
on a shelf next to it was a sealed envelope. He grabbed it, tearing it open
with his index finger. Inside was a note. Everything
will be explained. Stay safe. A. Taped to the back was the unmistakable red
plastic cover of a durex condom. What is going on?
Another
door slid open. Inside came strolling a black wolf in a lab coat. Before Jesper
could bombard him with questions, he said, "Mr. Henning, I'm Dr. Drew."
Suddenly, it felt like everything was coming too much at the same time. The
note was from Ava, obviously, and she knew where he was. And this wolf might be
in association with her. "Welcome to the Bunker."
***
Drew
led Jesper through a series of hallways. It was mostly dark with the occasional
lightbulb from the ceiling lighting the way. The Bunker. That's where Drew said
he was. But what exactly does that mean? The only thing that kept Jesper moving
was his curiosity. Though he wasn't a cat, he was sure that something any
moment might kill him before the virus did.
To
hell with sayings, he thought. He stopped in his tracks. "What is going on
here? Why are you doing this to me?"
Drew
stopped as well before turning around. "I will explain everything," he said
with that smile of his. That seemingly innocent smile. What Jesper wouldn't
give to punch it off of him. In most movie moments, this was where the bad guy
kept going before talking. This was no movie. "This is the Bunker, a secret
underground city for people like you."
"People
like me?" Jesper asked.
"Those
who contracted the HIV virus," Drew explained. All he wanted to do was hurt him
more, but he let the doc continue. "Over a hundred years ago, the United States
had over 26 million patients with AIDS. However, last year, there were only 26
thousand. The virus is slowly dying, but we're fighting against it with all we
have. So, the government issued an order to take care of the last-"
"You're
going to kill us," Jesper finished. His chest was stabbed with fear.
Drew
shook his head. "No. The best way to kill of HIV is to round up everyone who
has it and keep them together. While it can't spread, we work with them and try our hardest to find a
cure once and for all." Jesper didn't like this guy. There was something he was
keeping from him. But what?
Instead
of pulling him forward, Drew stepped forward towards him and handed him a small
plastic card. "This is your ID down here. Whatever you do, do not lose it. That would be bad for not
only us, but for you as well." The Dalmatian took it. It was the size of a
credit card, only it has his face on it with the name Jesper Henning on it with
an ID number. One that he certainly could never memorize.
"Now,
if you follow me, I'll show you the Common Area where the others are." Drew
resumed walking down the hall. Jesper could only follow. He didn't know his way
around the place. If he tried to escape, then he would be lost within two
seconds.
Noise
started to fill his ears. It was faint at first, almost like a hallucination,
but then it gradually grew louder the more steps he took. Drew turned left and
motioned his paw for Jesper to enter the room. Inside was a huge circular area
with a dome-shaped ceiling. The walls were brown, the lighter kind. Cement
pillars encircled the room. Jesper counted 50 tables spread out equally. Each
had around 20 seats. This place could hold up to one thousand citizens. And he
was alone.
People
were lined up in front of a window on the far end. It was bustling with
activity, but Jesper saw that it was for food. He looked up towards the dome
where a large clock sat. Both hands pointed at the twelve. His stomach rumbled.
"Go
on, get something to eat," Drew insisted. "But then I want you to meet your
roommate." The work struck at him. Roommate. He's never lived with anyone
before (except for Ava and his parents, if only he could remember them). But he
slowly trots over to the back of the line, which is only fifteen people away.
Standing
at the end was a little grey raccoon that came up to his shoulders. He was
wearing a brown fedora with cameo pants and a white shirt. "Were you in line?"
Jesper asked.
The
raccoon looked up at him. "Nah. Go ahead." His accent was dark, but in a way
that made Jesper curious about him. But the line moved and so did he. As it
did, he noticed a little ferret come up to the raccoon. The latter of the two
handed over a small bottle of gel-like substance in it. Lube? How in the world
did he get ahold of some? What goes
on around here?
Once
he's at the front, he's handed a small brown bag stapled shut. "You're new
here, aren't you?" the fox behind the counter asked. The Dalmatian only nodded
before scanning the room to find Drew again.
He
was standing at the far end of the room, talking to some vixen. As Jesper
approached, Drew lit up and motioned him towards a nearby table. At the end sat
a grizzly bear wearing a red vest that looked way too small for him, a white
undershirt, and blue jeans. The first thing that came to Jesper's mind was that
whoever this was looked like a typical lumberjack.
"Hey,
Dallas!" Drew called. The bear looked up. "I want you to meet your roommate."
I'm living with him? Jesper asked to
himself. The wolf patted the pup on the shoulders saying "Good luck" before
walking away.
Jesper,
seeing no other option, sat across from Dallas, who has yet to talk. Neither of
them said anything. To Jesper, there were three kinds of relationships. One was
where people talk, two was when nobody says a word and steers clear of each
other, and three was the part where they hate each other's guts. Between the
pup and the bear, it was looking like a two leaning towards a three.
Dallas
took a sip of his drink (smelled like street coffee) before clearing his
throat. "Have a seat, little pup," he said, nodding towards the chair opposite
his. Jesper slowly eased down onto the seat. He teared open his bag then
spilled out the contents. A ham-and-turkey sandwich, an orange, and a packet of
fruit snacks. What was this? Third grade? But Jesper's stomach rumbled so he
didn't argue.
Minutes
after he started slowly nipping down his food (with occasional glances up
towards the older-looking ursine), someone hopped into the seat next to him.
"How's it going newbie?" Jesper looked over and saw it was the raccoon from the
lunch line. He kept talking. "The name's John, as in John Valencio. I see you've
met big boy Dallas, here." The bear uttered a grunt in his direction. "Now, if
only..." He scanned the room as if he were missing an expensive watch.
John
stood up onto his chair and looked around the room. He perked up then waved
someone over. It was a tiger with snow white fur and dark black stripes. "There
you are, Miller!" John said as he took a seat next to Dallas. "Newbie, this is
Miller; one of my best friends in the Bunker. Go ahead. Say hi." Neither the
Dalmatian or tiger said anything. "Ah, I get it. Not talkers? There's something
you have in common! Say, spotty, what's your name?"
"Jesper,"
the dog muttered, taking a swig or water from a nearby fountain.
"Jasper,
huh? Not a bad name."
"No...
Jesper, with an e." John nodded as he understood perfectly. The pup then looked
across from him towards the intimidating bear. "I'm his new roommate
apparently."
"I
see." John then turned towards the bear. "Your roommate has finally gone Five,
has he?" Jesper turned towards the raccoon, his tail curling up on himself. He
gave him a curious looking, asking what the term meant. Going Five. The raccoon
only replied, "It's best if you don't know at the moment. You're too... new. Say,
Dallas, isn't it about time you're breaking in the new roomie?" He flashed him
a sly grin.
The
ursine rolled his eyes, getting up from his seat. "What does he mean by that?"
Jesper asked.
"Come
with me," Dallas said. He started walking around the perimeter of the domed
Common Area. The Dalmatian quickly gathered up his trash and followed, dropping
his waste in the nearest trash can. Once caught up, they walked side by side
until Dallas took a left into a corridor known as Sector Z.
Every
several feet, a door with a number would appear on either side of the hall.
Each one had a black box right where a doorknob would be. The numbers appeared
to have been going in descending order from 20. They turned right. Left. Right
again. Dallas stopped in front of a door labeled 7. "Put your ID right here,"
the bear instructed, pointing at the black box.
Jesper
dug into his pocket for his card. He did as Dallas said, waving his ID around
in front of the box. He heard a beep. Then saw a green light. Next thing he
knew, the door slid open to the right, opening up what appeared to be an
apartment before him.
He
stepped inside slowly, as if it will crumble away if he went too fast. A flat
screen was on the left wall in front of a purple velvet couch. The carpet that
covers this room is the world map, distorted to fit into the shape of a square.
A couple paintings hang up on the wall in which the door sits. On Jesper's
right is another door, this one with a knob on it.
Dallas
caught Jesper's eye. "Go ahead," he urged. "Open it. It's where you're going to
be living." The dog was a little nervous about this; about all of this: the Bunker, the people, the new environment. He
couldn't keep his paw from shaking as he grasped the knob and turned it.
Inside
was a small bedroom with green walls. Correction; three green walls and one
black one. A large bed, large enough to accommodate four people, sat on the
left side. (One thing Jesper noticed is that on the other side of it, it looked
like there was enough room for another bed.) In the opposite corners were two
wooden-finished dressers; one of which seemed to have been overflowing with
clothes. The other had all four drawers opened and emptied.
"What
happened in here?" Jesper asked.
Dallas
sighed, sliding the main door shut. "My old roommate went Five so he had to
leave. One day, they came in and took him away. So... here you are."
He
looked back at the empty space where a bed once was. "Where am I supposed to
sleep?" he asked.
The
bear nodded at the oversized bed. "In there. With me." With him? The thought was a little scary considering Jesper only
met him not even an hour ago. But it was the fear and risk that made Jesper a
little excited at the same time.
Then
something popped back into his brain. "Um... when John said you were going to
break me in... what did he mean by that?"
His
pants were getting tighter as he realized what that meant. Dallas took notice,
an evil grin spread across his face. The bear kicked the door shut, leaving
them alone in their private room. Nowhere to go, Jesper thought. No way out of
this. And yet the thoughts were only driving him a little wild.
A
second later, Dallas moved forward and pushed him back onto the bed. Jesper
only watched as the ursine in front of him started to strip. Off came the red
vest and white undershirt, revealing a large, extended gut that came nearly to
his knees. He dropped his pants, leaving him in the nude, then pinned Jesper to
the bed with just a paw. "He means," Dallas said. "That it's time to be broken
in."
He
couldn't say anything. The bear flipped him over onto his stomach and started
yanking his jeans down until they were past his buttocks. Jesper whimpered. He
sweated and panted out of fear of this stranger's power. This is what happened
to give him an STD. But for some reason, he was liking this. His cock was
hardened and throbbing, begging for release. He nearly barked when he felt
something large and wet penetrate his hole. It squirmed around inside of him
for a few inches, opening his anus wide open.
"Mmmm,
I see I've caught I tight one," Dallas said. He gripped Jesper's rear,
spreading his cheeks. Jesper yipped once he felt something hard poke at his
hole. He moaned as Dallas stretched him open. His pulsing cock slid in deeper
and deeper. It felt inches thick. His ass went from cold to fire in two
seconds. A sweat broke out on his forehead. He panted as Dallas finally hilted
him, wriggling around to keep him wide open.
"Ahhhh
God it hurts!!!" Jesper shouted at the top of his lungs. The fire consumed him
from the waist down. Dallas slowly moved out of him, then slammed back in,
jolting a bark from the sub taking it all in. The fire soon died down as the
pace quickened. The burning replaced by pleasure, the hunger for more. The bed
started to rock with Dallas' more frequent, harder thrusts.
In.
Out. In. Out. The rhythm was picking up, their breathing started to increase in
intensity. Jesper's own rod was precumming free-pawed. He humped the mattress,
feeling his climax build. Dallas started to swell a little inside of him,
threatening to burst.
"Ahhh
fuck!!! I'm gonna...!!!" Dallas let out a mighty roar, releasing it all. Jesper
shouted with a scream that burned his throat. The fire in his ass returned as
he was filled with hot and sticky bear cum. Soon he was shooting his own load
all over the sheets, covering it with pasty white. He collapsed onto his mess.
Dallas pulled out of him (which drove out a little whimper) then sat on the bed
next to him, rubbing his back.
"Wow,"
he panted. "Was that your first time taking a bear?" The dog nodded. "Well, you
did great. I'm going to get a shower. You're more than welcome to join if you
want." He got up then left the room. Minutes later, Jesper could hear the sound
of running water close by.
He
didn't want to get up, though. Once the afterglow struck, he wanted nothing
more than to sleep. Sleep until there was no more reason to be asleep.
***
            When
Jesper came to, he was drowsy. Something kept him pinned onto the bed and it
wasn't anything physical. But something tangible did hold him back. Jesper looked over his shoulder and saw Dallas
behind him. The bear had his eyes closed and was snoring softly. (He giggled
when he noticed a little pile of drool on the pillow.) What really set him off
was that he was back in his clothes, tucked under a blanket and being spooned
by someone he met only...
            What
time was it? Dallas didn't have a clock in the room. For now, he'll just say it
was about three hours since they fucked. Slowly, Jesper removed the blanket and
stood up on the far side of the bed. He winced as he ass felt a little strange.
Not pain, that was long gone. It would be some time to adjust to getting fucked
by someone three times his size.
            The
Dalmatian crept over to the door, tip toeing so he wouldn't wake the bear. He
turned the knob slowly and left into the main room. The lights were off. When
looking at the main door, he patted his pocket to find his ID card. Dallas had put
that back as well. Jesper scanned the door open. The hallway was lit up from
the overhead lights. But it was quiet. Too quiet.
            He
slowly moved down the hall towards where he believed the Common Area was. The
main door made no noise as it slid shut. Step by step, he made a turn then
another. Each one took nearly ten seconds.
In
eleven minutes, he was at the rim of the Common Area. The tables had been put
away. The giant clock overhead said it was nine o'clock. So he was asleep for over eight hours. How much oxytocin can
a bear release on a person during sex?
As
Jesper was about to step into the room, he heard voices. He ducked back into
the hallway, keeping up against the wall. One of the voices was familiar,
talking in a low voice. "I'm sure that everything will be fine," it said. Hold
on, that one was too familiar. Jesper
peered one eye around the corner and saw a black wolf standing there talking to
someone else. Drew. "These kids have no idea. All of them are too stupid to
notice."
"Jacob,
we've already had thirty-seven people go wrong over the past few years,"
another voice said. "Half of them this year alone. Someone is going to connect
the dots sooner or later." Jesper risked another look around the corner. This
one was a red vixen in a similar lab coat as Drew. Ava! What was she doing down here?
"Miss
Darling, I know that you're concerned, especially for the newest recruit-"
"Jesper,"
she said firmly. "His name is Jesper Henning. I raised him as my own. I was
friends with his parents before they died from that plane crash."
Drew
nodded. "I understand. But you realize that he's going to go Five one of these
days. Once he does, I need to know that you'll be willing to do whatever it
takes to keep the virus under control."
Ava
gave him a hard look as if to say I'm
going to melt you with my laser vision. "I get it. I'm just saying that
there's always another solution if you look hard enough."
Drew
laughed playfully. "I've always liked that about you, Miss Darling. You've
always been the one to be optimistic. But, you heard our orders; Operation MEHP
may be approaching sooner than we think."
Jesper
turned on his heel and ran.

Source: https://sofurry.com/view/1051424