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Cat'zen held his breath as he leapt from the edge of the window, landing with a hard thud on the harsh, flat ground below. He tucked his body and rolled to soften his fall and clambered to his feet as a roar of fury rang out through the opening above him. He sharply exhaled and then darted forwards, sprinting around the corner. The street was in sight, but it was empty, void of people. He headed towards the entrance onto the street and stopped, drawing in a deep breath. His hands trembled as he tightened the grip on the Thermic Repeater in his grip. He coiled his fingers hard around the handle, digging his fingers into the rubber grip. Slowly, he peered his head around the corner. It was clear. He exhaled again and ran.

In the darkness of Seraphim, the diverse ring-station situated in the centre of the Delta 23-F province, a young boy ran. He wasn't doing it for fun: he was escaping his captors. A couple of seedy men who thought a young boy was ripe for the picking, but little did they know that the cunning, wily boy had a few skills up his sleeve. First was his sharp, keen senses that were most prominent in the night. Second was his flexible tail, and third was his agility. He was a Felinus, a coined Earthern phrase for a race of notoriously quick and nimble anthropomorphic cats. Cat'zen was no different than his brethren, and he had a little bit of knowledge up his sleeve when it came to firearms.

His getup was less than admirable. He had had to run when the opportunity arose, and that meant the majority of his clothes remained back at his captor's lair. The young boy darted down the dim streets, avoiding the bright lights in the hopes of shielding himself from wandering eyes. The kid was wearing nothing but the sleeveless bomber jacket around his torso, keeping his chest warm. Otherwise, his feet were bare, the pads pressing down into the cool floor, his humanoid member dangling between his legs, the pouch bouncing up and down with each rock of his hips and bounce of his heels.

He paused after a good few minutes of heavy sprinting, casting his gaze behind him. He could see the men, briefly in the distance. They were gaining speed, slowly. Of course they'd have caught up: one of them was a Wort, a bulkily-built and notoriously heavy set species of boar who could run without tiring for what felt like miles, with thanks to their hulking muscles and breath of lungs at their disposal. Cat'zen cursed his luck, and scoured around him for a place to hide.

His eyes centred on a small Holo-arm repair shop across the street. They were a naturally fading business, if only because the Holo-arm was long out of date. But a lot of the poorer residents of Seraphim and beyond still used them, so the odd one could be found around. The Holo-arm still had it's uses in the modern day, of course, but they were often considered archaic, based on old technology that was no longer needed. Regardless, Cat'zen thought his luck might not be so bad after all. He quickly crossed the street and made his way into the shop with the gun in his hand. He knew the men would have seen him come into the shop, and he knew they'd quickly find him if he didn't find a place to hide, and fast.

As he stepped into the store, there was one thing he noticed, above all else: it was cramped. The building had to be just barely bigger than a prison cell, with a cramped shop floor and an even more cramped space behind the counter. Slowly, Cat'zen made his way up the desk and noticed no-one was sitting at the seat at the counter. Perhaps he was in luck: maybe the owner of the shop was out. Maybe he could hide.

Unfortunately, he heard the shuffling of someone behind the counter and cursed to himself, readying his weapon, in the event he had to demand a hiding spot from whoever came out. Slowly, someone came around from the back room, with a small instrument in his hand. He froze when he saw the boy standing in the shop, and relaxed a little. From this angle, he couldn't even tell the boy was naked.

"Well, hey there, champ. Not many kids come in here these days. What can I do for you?" The man was a particular common species of bipedal Fox, typically denoted the name 'Vulpan' amongst most civilised circles. He seemed to have an air about him that always appeared on-guard, and he peered down at the boy over the spectacles positioned on the end of his nose. He slipped into his seat in front of the counter, smoothing back the dark grey fur atop his head. His entire body seemed to be a mixture of the colour, washed out in places into a lighter shade, or even occasionally striped around his thighs.

"What, cat got your ton--" The Vulpan began to tease the boy a little, but Cat'zen had little time for games. In an instant, he raised his hand, pointing the Thermic Repeater right at the fox's face. The adult slowly gulped and raised his hands in surrender.

"I need to hide. I'm going to go into your back room," Cat'zen explained rather simply, putting it across as a fact, rather than a question. "Some men might come looking for me. Do not tell them I'm here."

"Okay...mind if I ask why?" The Vulpan asked quietly as the boy moved over towards the side of the counter, lifting the flap to allow him entry behind it. The Vulpan's eyes widened when he realised the boy wasn't even wearing any pants, letting his dick just hang free, without shame. Cat'zen would have had a little more dignity, but now wasn't the time.

"No." The boy replied bluntly, and he stepped towards the back room, pausing as he scanned the interior. The place was packed full of boxes of materials, both large and small, but there was little space for the cat boy to hide himself. Cat'zen quietly cursed and turned on a heel towards the man, pointing the gun at him. he was running out of time.

"There's no room. I need to hide somewhere else." He demanded, and the man slowly shrugged, not sure what to tell him.

"Well...you could try under the desk, but you'd have to give me the gun. You know, in case they attack." The Vulpan assured him, but the boy didn't look convinced. His eyes flicked to the small, cramped alcove underneath the man's desk. It barely looked like enough room for him to squeeze in to. His gaze snapped up to the man and it was evident that he wasn't entirely confident with handing his only firearm over.

"Well, I can't have you using it under there, can I? You might shoot me in the leg." The Vulpan seemed to have read his mind somewhat, and Catzen heard the rumbling grunts and snorts outside that made is evident who was approaching. With an exasperated sigh, he ducked underneath the alcove, placing the gun on the Vulpan's lap. The Fox snatched the firearm up and set it over to the side, out of sight, whilst the cub got comfortable underneath.

It was needless to say that the lack of room was an understatement, at best. The Vulpan tugged his seat forwards to look like he was closer to his desk, and that didn't help in the slightest. Cat'zen wriggled and rolled under the desk to try and hide himself completely, and found himself in a ludicrously embarrassing position. He was rested, mostly, on his back, with his shoulders up against the wooden part of the desk behind him. His legs were practically up in the air, spread-eagled, with his lower legs twisted inwards so that they didn't stick out. The end result was less than ideal, with his feet pressed together near the Vulpan's crotch, and his sour face mere inches from it, as well. He didn't look too pleased, but his eyes widened when he heard the thundering steps of his captors right outside the small shop. His ears twisted as he listened, glancing up to the Vulpan to read his expression. The fox-man looked down at him with a sly, sneaky grin, and his hand trailed to his crotch.

"Be a good boy and do as you're told, and they wont know you're here." He warned him, slowly unzipping the shorts clad around his crotch and legs. He dipped into them and reached inside, tugging out a humanoid appendage, as well as a fat pair of balls. He shifted and shuffled forwards on the seat a little as Cat'zen's eyes widened, watching as the Vulpan forced the mainly flaccid member between his feet, slipping it in between the crease between his pawpad and toepads. The Felinus was about to protest before he heard the men entering the store.

Slowly, the Vulpan made a gesture with his hand, making it seem like he was masturbating some imaginary object. Despite Cat'zen's mostly naive outlook on sexual encounters, he more or less got the gist of what the man desired, having seen a few motions of that in his time around Seraphim, by accident or not. Slowly, he curled his toes around the Vulpan's member and felt it twitch and swell beneath his touch. He would practically feel the heat emanating off of it, and he squirmed a little, beginning to feel a knot of uncomfortableness settling in between his shoulder blades, simply from the position he was in alone. Despite that, he tried his best to curl and move his lower legs, sliding his feet back and forth.

The two men who'd been chasing the young boy were by no means saints, nor were they attractive members of society. One was a Wort, and their obvious lineage to Warthogs was apparent in their overweight posture and abrasive attitude. His comrade in arms was a more domestic swine, with peachy skin but the same sour-set, abrasive and downright depraved demeanour. The pig-like man scratched as his crotch whilst the Wort wandered around the cramped shop floor, bumping into his friend every so often. The two were barely dressed, their attire in shambles, as thought they had only just put on their clothes.

"Can I help you gentleman?" The Vulpan was damn good at keeping his cool, despite the warm, plush feeling of the young boy's feet around his thick cock. The Vulpan was by no means a saint himself, and that was becoming more and more evident the harder his member got. He wouldn't say he was like the men in front of him; he liked to think he had a bit more sophistication to him. But it had been a long time since an opportunity like this arose, and the Vulpan was always one for taking risks. He was reasonably well-endowed for his age; being no older than 24 with a 9-inch cock often had women swooning at your feet.

"Ye," The Wort retorted with a barely decipherable accent. "We're lookin' fer a kid. Short, fuckable, a cat."

"Hmm...a cat, you say? I can't say I've seen one around here, I'm afraid. I've been here all evening, and no-one's come into the store." The Vulpan admitted as he lowered his hand, making a motion with his hand, like he was opening and closing the mouth of a sock puppet. At first, Cat'zen didn't quite understand, but it eventually began to make sense. He slowly opened his mouth and leant his head forwards as the cock hung inches from his lips. Slowly, he wrapped his lips around the end and felt the Vulpan's cock pulse and twitch under the warm touch. He slid his feet back and peeled the foreskin back around his lips, his tongue sliding out and touching alng the tip of the member. The boy still didn't look very pleased, but it was the price to pay for his freedom. At least it wasn't in his ass.

"Naw, naw, he definitely came in 'ere. Didn' he, Creg?" The Wort turned to his Swine companion, who turned to him and nodded, looking remarkably mentally challenged as he did so. The Vulpan suppressed a smile as the dim-witted approval of the man's friend, before his gaze centred on the Wort.

"Well, I mean, you're welcome to try finding him, but...this is a rather small shop, as you can see." He gestured around him, still managed to keep a relatively straight face, despite the pleasurable feeling in his loins. The boy was doing a wonderful job. He could feel the feet squeezing around his veiny cock, peeling his foreskin back as the tongue rolled around his tip, digging into his foreskin and sliding around. Despite the rumours, Cat'zen's tongue wasn't barbed at all. It was deliciously smooth, and that made the pleasure all the more enjoyable, as a small drip of pre-cum met the boy's tongue.

"Hrnk," The Wort didn't look too pleased, banging his fist on the counter, furious with himself. "Fine, fuckin'...he'll be 'round here, whatev'."

"In the meantime...do you want me to have a look at that Holo-arm for you? It looks to be on the fritz." The Vulpan suggested with a wide grin, and the Wort looked down at his arm, tapping his arm. A small display lit up and flickered, and he swore.

"The lil' fuck broke it! Shit...ye, if ye don't min'." The Wort slipped it front his arm and placed it on the counter. A Holo-arm was similar to an olden medieval vambrace, integrated with technological advances such as a DNA locking system, calls and messages, as well as some gaming and cameras, all without a screen. This was done using small lenses beneath the surface of the fabric to create a projecting LED display. It was ingenious, when it was first released, but much better versions had been made since then. Cat'zen looked remarkably furious: he had expected the Vulpan to usher them out of the store as quickly as possible, but he was instead humouring them and making the situation worse! Despite that, he had to do as he was told, or his cover would be blown.

Slowly, the Vulpan tinkered with the Wort's Holo-arm as the two men wandered around the store. After a while, the Wort muttered to his friend, who nodded and lumbered his way out of the store to patrol the vicinity in the hopes he might find the boy hiding nearby. The Vulpan was taking his sweet time to repair the gadget, but he was doing it for a good purpose. Slowly, the Vulpan was beginning to rock his hips, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed. His cock slid in between the feet with ease as his cock dipped further and further into the boy's mouth with each thrust, until he was grazing the back of the boy's throat. He tried not to make his thrusts too noticeable, slowing down and speeding up whenever the Wort was looking towards or away from his respectively.

The Vulpan slowly began to feel a pressure building in his loins, and he knew he wouldn't be long before he was done. He slowly down a little as the boy was sliding his feet back and forth at the same pace as he had before, his mouth sweetly suckling on the end, desperately trying to gulp down what he could.

"So wassup with it?" The hog demanded, stepping closer towards the counter as he lost his patience. The Vulpan was looking a little tired now from all his furious rocking, but he raised his head and grinned sheepishly.

"Ahh-- not good, I'm afraid. You took some serious damage to the main hull. Specifically here..." He pointed to a almost unnoticeable dent in the vambrace's surface. "But it's okay, it can be fixed. But you'll have to come back tomorrow for it. Do you live far?"

"Tomorro'? Shit," The Wort threw up his hands, resigned to his fate. "Fine, fine...how much izit gonna cost me?"

"Not too much. Holo-arms are pretty cheap nowadays...I can have it re-fitted and fixed for 400 credits." The Vulpan assured him. Credits were the universal currency in most civilised space stations and beyond, and many resorted to it, instead of their own currency. The Wort grunted and slowly nodded.

"Aight...Ah'll be back. And if ya see that kid...tell me." He pointed a finger menacingly at the Vulpan, who nodded slowly, offering him only a sheepish smile in response. He was tried his best to keep his pleasure in, keeping his face straight whilst his toes curled and his hands curled into fists.

As soon as the Wort turned, he let loose, exhaling shakily and rolling his eyes up into the back of his head. A thick, healthy spurt of cum shot from the end of his member as the boy curled his toes around the cock a little tighter. Cat'zen's eyes widened again before they shut tight, trying desperately to take the salty load without spitting it out. He had no room to spit or gasp for air, instead resorting to breathing hard through his nose as the gooey, salty liquid travelled down his throat with every gulp. Spurt after spurt hit the back of his throat as he tried his best to swallow every last drop. If he didn't, it might have dire consequences.

The Wort made his way out of the store with a sour expression, and the Vulpan slowly pulled his chair back with a sigh as his cock slid back, sliding out of the boy's mouth. Sticky saliva and cum slid between the boy's paws as the Fox-man finally relaxed, wiping his forehead. Cat'zen clambered out from his hiding spot, stretching his back and groaning a little. He felt mildly uncomfortable and quickly shuffled away from the adult, covering himself. He didn't look pleased.

"Oh, don't give me that look. At least you're away from those guys, right? Let me guess, they're the...uh, child-fuckers that have been plaguing Seraphim as of late?" The Vulpan quirked an eyebrow at the boy, who lowered his gaze, slowly nodding. The man sighed, reaching out a hand.

"I'm Reginald. But uh, everyone just calls me Reggie. What's yours?" He tried his best to break the ice, despite forcing his cock into the boy's mouth. The Felinus paused for a moment, and refused to take the hand, but he did open his mouth to speak.

"Cat'zen." He replied, slowly getting to his feet, if only to glance towards the exit to see if the men were still hanging around. He instinctively put a hand over his crotch, having a feeling that Vulpan was probably looking.

"...Cat'zen." A smile tugged at the corner of Reggie's lips. The name was amusing, admittedly. The boy was a feline, and he literally had 'cat' in his name. He couldn't help but find that funny.

"Well, Cat'zen...do you have a Mum or a Dad to go back to? Anyone looking for you? How were you captured?" Reggie thought it best to get his information, if it turned out he was being searched for. That would make things a lot easier.

"...No." Cat'zen lowered his gaze. "I came in by cargo ship this morning. Stowed away. I wanted a new life and I thought I could get one here, but..."

"But it didn't work out." This made things a lot complicated. More often than not, kids like Cat'zen weren't deported, simply because they'd have no idea what planet he came from. In those circumstances, he was often shoved into the fostering system on the station, which he knew received little budgeting as it was. That kind of information was readily available in a place like this. He knew the boy would probably end up in more or less the same situation he was in before, and if he didn't, he'd hate his new life.

"Well, uh...look, Cat'zen. Maybe you should stay here for the night," He held his hands in his defence, knowing the boy might disagree immediately. "Those guys are probably going to be looking for you. I can offer you a bed, at least. A small one, but still."

The Felinus paused for a moment, unsure what to say, and the Vulpan took the time to look over him. He looked pretty young: probably no older than 10, and probably had very little skills. Though his hands were small and dainty. He could, perhaps, teach the boy his trade, give him something that he could take with him on his journey. Being able to tinker wth electronic might help him. Yet, Reggie couldn't help but admire the boy's body. His own cock was still hanging out, resting between his legs, caked in spit and cum. He shifted a little when he felt the blood pumping to it again at the thought of the boy's firm behind, bouncing and swaying on his dick.

Cat'zen caught his gaze and Reggie cleared his throat, looking at the boy expectantly. The Felinus eventually sighed, resigned to his fate.

"Just for one night." He mumbled. The Vulpan seemed pleased, getting to his feet and stuffing his cock back into his pants. It was best he kept that under wraps, for now. He made his way to the front of the store and shut the door, firmly locking it via the various mechanisms. After that, he inputting a key-code into a panel on the door. There was a brief shimmer that covered the door and the front windows, shielding them from outside attacks. It was top-grade security, and something he could only just afford.

"Okay, let's head up." Reggie said with a wide smile, shutting off the lights downstairs and leading the bottomless feline towards the back of the store. To the right of the back room was a set of stairs that ascend upwards to the floor above, and Cat'zen quickly realised that the Fox-man lived above his shop. Convenient, but that didn't give the boy much confidence in the size of the man's above.

Surprisingly, however, the place looked bigger than the ground floor, presumably due to the lack of large counter furniture or otherwise. It still wasn't that large, though: Reggie only had a small, one-bedroom apartment with a small kitchenette on the far side with various technological appliances, and a double-bed in the corner of the room which was messy. Various articles of clothing lay strewn on the floor, but the Vulpan didn't seem to care too much about that.

"Make yourself at home. You want something to eat?" The man asked, checking the time as he made his way into the kitchen. He always had a habit of closing up late, and today was no different. It was already nearing midnight, and he was admittedly feeling rather tired.

"No, I'm fine." Cat'zen mumbled, gingerly removing the various bits of clothing from the bed and clambering onto it. He felt his muscles sagging the moment he laid down on the mattress, and he was already feeling his eyelids growing heavy as he blinked over at the fox.

"You sure? I got cereal, meat pockets..." Reggie read off a few other things, but trailed off when he realised the boy wasn't responding. He downed a glass of water as he turned to look over towards the boy, realising he was asleep.

This was a new experience for the adult Fox-man. He'd never had a boy inside his apartment before, nor one that was so readily naked. He felt a familiar tingling in his spine: something that always told him an opportunity was arising. Like always, he couldn't just let it slide. He should sieze it, whilst he can. That was his father's motto, and one that he took with him to his day. He slowly stepped towards the bed and looked down at the feline's sleeping body. He appeared to be in a deep sleep already, and Reggie couldn't blame him: he'd had a long day.

Slowly, Reggie dropped his pants and his underwear, stepping out of them as he pulled his T-Shirt over his head. He stood in the nude and stared down at the half-naked boy, idly stroking his member. The boy was lithe and boyish, and he could only imagine just how soft that skin was underneath the tender fur. Slowly, he clambered over the bed and laid down beside him. Cat'zen didn't stir, already having sweet dreams of summer fields and the warm sun on his fur.

Slowly, Reggie's hand roamed the boy's body, stroking along his slender hip and down his leg. He was right: the boy was delicately smooth, with barely a scratch underneath that fur that was alarmingly fluffy to the touch. The man reached up, unzipping the kid's bomber jacket so that he could slip his hand underneath it with ease, sliding along the boy's stomach. He grinned to himself in utter delight. This would everything he ever wanted, and more.

Already, he was rock hard and aching, but he realised he was without any sort of lubricant. His spit would have to do. He spat harshly onto his hand and worked it around his cock, then repeating it in a similar fashion to make sure his member was nice and slick. He pressed up against the boy, shuddering as his spit-covered cock slid between the tight little buns. He coaxed a hand under the boy's leg and hoisted it up to spread his cheeks a little, coaxing his member against the tight ring. He'd done little in the way of foreplay, and he was already starting to penetrate.

The boy hadn't woken up all this time, but he was beginning to stir when he felt an uncomfortableness building around his mid-section and further down. His eyes blearily blinked open as Reggie groaned, digging his cock into the tight ass, sliding in bit by bit. The head of his cock wasn't even in yet before he felt the boy squeeze hard, trying to eject him.

"S-Stop." Cat'zen spoke quietly in the dark of their lewd encounter, struggling briefly against the fox-man. Reggie wrapped an arm around him, keeping his leg firmly propped up with his other hand as he pressed his mouth down against the boy's neck, giving him a small kiss.

"Just let it happen." He spoke huskily, and the very words made the boy quiver. He knew what was at stake, and he knew he was stuck between two choices: Let this man have his way with him, or let something far worse await him on the streets outside. He blinked back tears as the cock stuffed further and further. Despite all this, he had to try.

"But it hurts." He complained after a moment, but the hand merely tightened around his midsection as the head of the cock finally popped into the boy's ass. The beginnings of a searing pain spread throughout the boy's ring and across his buttocks, and the young feline let out a small, shake exhale, trying his best to not make too much noise. Reggie groaned against him, rocking his hips up briefly, before tugging them back down again. He had ignored the boy's pleas altogether.

"Yeah, that's it, just loosen up a little. Fuck, you're so tight." Reggie groaned to himself, muttering numerous expletives as he dug himself in another few inches, before pulling back and thrusting again. A pang of pain shot up the boy's spine and he tensed, his muscles clamping down and squeezing like a vice as the older man rocked his body against his tight virgin frame. He'd never been penetrated before: the two sleazy hog-men had never gotten that far, but Reggie had taken him without much warning, leaving him disoriented and damaged.

"Please..." He begged once more, but realised his efforts were futile. The man rocked back and forth against him, his groans growing more intense and labored with each thrust. He began moaning the boy's name, quietly at first, but steadily getting a little louder, growing with confidence.

He shifted the pair of them, rolling them over as he pushed the boy down on his front into the bed, pressing his head against the pillow. He grasped the boy's legs and spread them apart as he swiftly pulled up and began to thrust down, with all the weight of his body upon the boy's asshole.

"Yeah. I'm pounding your tight little fucking ass. You like that, don't you? Moan for me." Reggie was a bit of a 'dark horse' in the bedroom, and it was clearly beginning to show in his domineering personality. He paused and thrusting a few more times as he waited for the boy to moan, but nothing came out but a whimper. He hooked a hand under the boy's chest and lifted him up, backing the child's back.

"C'mon. Moan for me. Just a little bit." He said it with a little more sincerity and in a softer tone, finally realising he was dealing with a child, not a street harlot. He pulled back and thrust with a little more gentleness, and Cat'zen knew he had to humour him. He let out a small, audible moan, and Reggie groaned in response, his tail swishing to and fro.

"That's it, you little whore...you love my thick cock, don't you? For someone so young, you sure love a man's dick." He muttered quietly to himself, each dirty word sending tingles up his spine. It was more for his benefit than the boys, who had resigned to his fate and come to accept it. Thankfully, Reggie wasn't going to take much longer.

"Oh fuck. I'm fucking..." Reggie lifted the boy's hips up and raised his ass into the air as he balanced on his own knees, thrusting back and forth into the boy's tight ring. He grasped the Felinus's hips, slamming them down onto his cock as he watched the ass swallow up all 9 inches of his member. He humped and pounding, feeling the pressure building higher and higher, until it was about to burst.

Reggie threw his head back and let out a groan of pure and utter ecstasy, feeling the boy's muscles squeezing down on his cock as he orgasmed. Thick ropes of cum shot out of the end of his dick, spurting into the boy's tight insides. He came more than he ever had before, unloading his needy balls into the boy's backside with each sharp grunt and groan, occasionally thrusting with a little more gusto to coax out a thick dollop of his creamy load. The orgasm faded as quickly as it arrived, but Reggie was left feeling wholly satisfied.

He slipped out of the boy's ass without much ceremony, and flopped down onto his back, sighing to himself in utter bliss. He rolled onto his side after a moment and tugged the boy up against his chest, putting an arm around him.

"Mmh...goodnight." He muttered quietly, closing his eyes. Cat'zen lay there, wide-awake, as the Fox-men began to snore soon after. He blinked away his tears and lay there for a while, unable to really fall back to asleep. Eventually, his tiredness got the better of him and he slowly closed his eyes.

Morning came quicker than he had anticipated, and he awoke to the filtering sunlight coming in through a window on the far side of the room. He slowly sat up and realised his bomber jacket was still on his person, just like it had been the night before. The Fox-men wasn't in bed next to him, and he heard a brief murmuring downstairs. There was a note on the end-table to his right, and he reached over to have a look.

It read: 'Good morning. Just stomp on the floor when you're awake and I'll come up. Thanks for the early morning fun! -R'.

At first, Cat'zen didn't quite know what he meant, and he rolled around to the sight, placing his feet on the floor. His nose wrinkled when he felt an odd sensation on his feet, and he lifted a foot up onto his knee to example the bottom. He wrinkled his nose when he saw the strings of cum between his toepads. That must have been what the Vulpan meant. He put his head in his hands after a moment and sighed.

He had a feeling the man wouldn't let him go so easily.