{"sf1_id":1167036,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Second Chances - Chapter 11","author":"Otter Miqmah","words":3260,"posted_at":"2017-03-29T05:56:00.000Z","tags":["Anger","Bisexual","Bobcat","Buck","Cock","Deer","Fighting","Fox","Gay","Gay Relationships","Non-Consensual","Rape","Stag","Violence (Not In Yiff)"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1167036-second-chances-chapter-11","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1167036","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1167036\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#11 of Second Chances\n\nJude looks for something familiar in a stranger.","content":"Warning: \u0026nbsp;This chapter also has\u0026nbsp;violence and non-consensual sexual acts in it (I write such happy stories), so if that still isn't quite\u0026nbsp;your thing, skip this one too.   \n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"What the hell do you mean I didn't take your virginity?\" she said, glaring at me, clutching the sheets over her bare breasts.\n\n\"Well, I mean, technically, no.\"\u0026nbsp; Any trace of my boner had shrunken away as the angry bobcat stared daggers at me.\n\n\"Who the hell have you been sleeping with, Jude?\u0026nbsp; I want names!\"\n\n\"Names?\" I asked before nervously chuckling.\u0026nbsp; I didn't think a casual comment was going to start such a big fight.\u0026nbsp; I pulled the condom off and dropped it off the side of my bed.\n\n\"Yes.\u0026nbsp; I want names of the girls you've been fucking behind my back!\"\n\n\"Well, you see, the thing is-\"\n\n\"NAMES!\"\u0026nbsp; I could see her claws sinking into the sheets around her chest.\n\n\"Shhhh!\" I said.\u0026nbsp; \"My parents are home, remember?\"\n\nHer glare didn't change.\u0026nbsp; \"NAMES.\u0026nbsp; NOW.\"\u0026nbsp; I could see the fury in her eyes.\u0026nbsp; If I wanted to keep my fur, I had to think quick.\n\n\"Darrick.\"\u0026nbsp; Well, so much for the thinking part.\n\n\"Darrick?\u0026nbsp; What kind of hick-ass name is that for a girl?\"\u0026nbsp; She reached over for her phone.\u0026nbsp; \"Who is she?\"\u0026nbsp; She started thumbing through social pages.\u0026nbsp; \"Does she go to school?\u0026nbsp; She better not be another fucking bobcat, or I'm gonna bite off your....\"\u0026nbsp; She looked up from her phone and then looked at me.\u0026nbsp; Her eyes squinted.\u0026nbsp; \"Darrick isn't a girl.... Is she.\"\n\nI shook my head.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer eyes got wide as saucers.\u0026nbsp; \"WHAT.\"\n\n\"Well.... we-\"\n\n\"THE.\u0026nbsp; FUCK.\"\u0026nbsp; She put down her phone and stared straight ahead.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Are you ok?\"\n\nShe turned to me again.\u0026nbsp; \"Why the fuck would I be ok?\u0026nbsp; I'm your fucking beard!\u0026nbsp; Sasha was totally right about you!\u0026nbsp; I can't believe I've been dating you this entire time, and you're gay.\"\n\n\"I'm not g-\"\n\n\"What the hell am I going to tell my mom?\u0026nbsp; She already bought my prom dress!\u0026nbsp; Oh my god, what are people going to think?\u0026nbsp; I'm going to be labeled a fag hag for the rest of my life!\u0026nbsp; Why would you do this to me!?\"\u0026nbsp; She jumped out of bed, taking the sheets with her, leaving me naked.\u0026nbsp; She paced around, wrapping herself in the sheet, yammering on to herself.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI sighed, and rested my head back.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Are you even listening to me?\" she asked, glaring at me from her sheet cocoon as I tilted my head back down.\n\n\"Huh?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm going to tell the entire school you fucked a guy.\"\u0026nbsp; A malicious grin spread across her face.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Go ahead.\"\u0026nbsp; I closed my eyes and nestled into my pillows.\u0026nbsp; \"There is only a month left of the semester, and then we all graduate.\"\n\nShe huffed, and wriggled her way into her clothes, cursing me under her breath.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"And!\" she said, hiking her bag over shoulder.\u0026nbsp; \"Just so you know,\" she opened the door.\u0026nbsp; \"We're through!\"\u0026nbsp; She slammed it, and I heard her stomp down the stairs.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI rubbed my face.\u0026nbsp; \"Why does everyone always leave after I have sex with them?\" I asked myself.\u0026nbsp; I hadn't thought of Darrick in over a year, so why did he pop into my head all of a sudden?\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I slid my paws down my face and looked at my desk.\u0026nbsp; I hopped up and walked over.\u0026nbsp; I started digging through the cluttered drawer.\u0026nbsp; I pulled out a glossy picture of a younger me and Darrick smiling in front of a birthday cake.\u0026nbsp; My stomach clenched.\u0026nbsp; All the feelings rushed back when I looked at his face; all the love and all of the pain.\u0026nbsp; I sat down at my chair.\u0026nbsp; My phone was sitting next to me and I picked it up.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI typed in \"Heatr\" and the search results scrolled down.\u0026nbsp; My thumb hovered over the 'download' button, and I watched it tap the screen.\n\nAfter a few seconds, a welcome screen popped up asking if I was 18.\u0026nbsp; I clicked 'yes'.\u0026nbsp; What's a few months, right?\u0026nbsp; I typed in my email, made a password, and a grid of pictures appeared.\u0026nbsp; My heart jumped a little.\u0026nbsp; There were some really good looking guys in there.\u0026nbsp; A notification blinked in the corner, and it told me to make a profile.\u0026nbsp; I clicked, and it asked for a photo.\n\nI sighed.\u0026nbsp; Was I really going to do this?\u0026nbsp; I thought of what my now-ex had said about telling everyone.\u0026nbsp; If I was going to be known as the guy who fucks guys, I might as well actually do it.\u0026nbsp; I clicked on the camera, and my naked self appeared on the screen.\u0026nbsp; I jumped, tilting it up.\u0026nbsp; I didn't need that all over the place either.\u0026nbsp; I stared at my face in the screen.\u0026nbsp; I lowered the angle just a little, so that my chin was just visible in the frame.\u0026nbsp; You could make out that I was naked, but nothing too revealing.\u0026nbsp; A sharp click, and my picture was up.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Just... looking.... For.... Fun!\" I said, as I typed in my profile.\n\nI scrolled through the sea of guys.\u0026nbsp; There were a lot of other guys without heads.\u0026nbsp; I wondered if they were all like me.\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt didn't take long before a message notification popped up.\u0026nbsp; I clicked on it. \u0026nbsp;A blank profile asking how I was.\u0026nbsp; I ignored it.\u0026nbsp; Then another asking what I was up to.\u0026nbsp; I sighed and thought about deleting the app if this was all I was going to get.\u0026nbsp; Then another one from a lizard that was just a picture of him in better lighting.\u0026nbsp; I returned back to the grid and flicked my thumb down the wall of pictures.\u0026nbsp; I got another message notification, and I clicked on it. This time it was the profile of an older deer with a handsome face.\u0026nbsp; My heart raced as I opened it.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hey,\" it said, rather anticlimactically.\n\n\"Hey,\" I sent back.\u0026nbsp; Was that how people normally respond?\n\n\"Ur cute.\"\n\n\"Thanks.\"\u0026nbsp; My stomach fluttered.\n\n\"Ever been with a buck before?\"\n\nI looked over at the picture of Darrick on the desk.\n\n\"No.\"\n\nA picture of a thick cock popped up.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI blushed and set my phone down, wondering what I was getting myself into.\u0026nbsp; I found myself looking again.\n\n\"Nice,\" I sent back, not knowing what the proper dick pic etiquette was.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Wanna see it in person?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy heart beat jumped.\u0026nbsp; My cock was getting hard.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\n\"I'm 33.\u0026nbsp; That cool?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"Want to come over?\u0026nbsp; 9885 Magnolia Ave.\u0026nbsp; Apartment D.\u0026nbsp; Just buzz up.\"\n\n\"Ok.\u0026nbsp; I'll be over soon.\"\n\nWhat the hell was I doing?\n\nI walked to my dresser and pulled out a pair of teal boxer briefs my mom had gotten me on sale.\u0026nbsp; They were my best pair.\u0026nbsp; I shimmied into them and put on pants and a shirt, and headed towards the door, just barely remembering to go back and dispose of the condom by my bed, just in case my parents decided to snoop.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Darrick?\" I heard my mom say as I walked down the stairs.\u0026nbsp; \"Is everything ok?\"\n\n\"Yeah, why?\" I asked, trying to avoid the inevitable conversation.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Well, Cheri just stormed out like you had a fight.\"\n\n\"Oh... yeah.\u0026nbsp; We did.\" I hadn't thought of an alibi.\u0026nbsp; \"It was just something stupid.\u0026nbsp; I'm going to try and meet up with her and see if I can make things better.\"\n\n\"That's my boy,\" my dad said from his recliner in the Livingroom.\u0026nbsp; \"Just apologize and admit it was your fault, even if it wasn't.\u0026nbsp; Happy wife, happy life.\"\n\nMy mom pursed her lips.\u0026nbsp; \"Just give me a call if you need anything.\u0026nbsp; Are you taking the car?\"\n\nI nodded and jingled the keys in my pocket.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Be safe,\" she said as I walked past her to the door.\n\n\"I will!\" I lied.\n\nThe buck's place wasn't far; only about a 10 minute drive.\u0026nbsp; I had managed to get hard on the way over thinking about being with him.\u0026nbsp; I wanted to feel a man's body against mine again.\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I wanted to feel Darrick against me again.\u0026nbsp; But, he was gone, so this guy would have to do.\u0026nbsp; A year and a half of frustration boiled inside of me as I pulled up to the apartment building.\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI sat in my car waiting for my excitement to die down to a presentable level.\u0026nbsp; I checked back on the app.\u0026nbsp; I had a whole list of messages from guys.\u0026nbsp; Why was it so easy to find guys when I had only gotten one girl in the last year and a half?\u0026nbsp; I flicked through some of them.\u0026nbsp; Lots of old guys.\u0026nbsp; Someone offering to blow me at a truck stop.\u0026nbsp; Maybe what Darrick and I had shared wasn't so special after all, if all these guys were just giving it away.\u0026nbsp; My stomach hurt as I looked through more potential Darricks, so I closed the app and walked up to the apartment.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"D - F. Goodhue\" I read before pressing the button.\u0026nbsp;\n\nA buzz came from the door, and I pulled it open.\u0026nbsp; I walked up the stairs and found the apartment with a large metal D on it.\u0026nbsp; The click of the door unlocking echoed down the hall, but it didn't open.\n\nI stood there, trying to decide if I really wanted to do this.\u0026nbsp; My mom would kill me if she ever found out I went over to a stranger's apartment, much less hooked up with them.\u0026nbsp; All those years of warnings bounced in my head as I stared at the golden letter on the door.\u0026nbsp; It wasn't too late.\u0026nbsp; I could still leave.\n\nMy knuckles knocked on the door.\u0026nbsp; It opened, and the deer greeted me with a smile.\u0026nbsp; He was a lot taller than I pictured.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Please come in,\" he said, looking over me.\u0026nbsp; I passed by him.\u0026nbsp; He must have been a good foot taller than me; I can't imagine what he'd look like once his antlers were all grown in.\u0026nbsp; I wondered what Darrick's would look like now.\n\nHis apartment was nice.\u0026nbsp; It smelled like cologne and was very clean and well decorated.\u0026nbsp; There was a large abstract painting on the wall above his couch and a lot of books on shelves.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Have a seat,\" he said, motioning to the couch.\u0026nbsp; I sat down on the overstuffed cushions and felt very small.\u0026nbsp; He sat across from me in a large chair.\u0026nbsp; His eyes looked me over, and I nervously played with my paw.\u0026nbsp; \"First time?\" he asked, raising an eyebrow.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Well, can I get you a drink?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy mouth did feel a little dry, so I nodded.\u0026nbsp; I watched him get up and move to his kitchen.\u0026nbsp; I stared down at the pattern on the couch fabric.\u0026nbsp; I looked up to see him holding out a bottle.\u0026nbsp; I grabbed it and glanced at the label.\n\n\"Beer?\" I asked.\n\n\"Is that alright?\u0026nbsp; I have other things if you'd like.\"\n\n\"No, that's fine.\"\u0026nbsp; I held the bottle up to my muzzle.\u0026nbsp; It smelled like moldy cereal.\u0026nbsp; I took a quick sip and tried to hide my disgust at the taste.\u0026nbsp; He chuckled and sat down at the other end of the couch, leaning back against the plush armrest.\u0026nbsp; A large hand motioned for me to join him.\n\nI scooted over, and I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder, pulling me against his chest.\u0026nbsp; The cold beer in my paw dripped on my knee, so I put it on the coffee table in front of us. He smelled really good, and his chest was wide and firm under his shirt.\u0026nbsp; I felt his chin rest against my head.\u0026nbsp; I looked down at his crotch, which was straining against his pants.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Nervous?\" I heard whispered in my ear, making it twitch.\u0026nbsp; I nodded.\u0026nbsp; \"Here.\"\n\nHis large hand moved over and gently wrapped around my wrist.\u0026nbsp; He placed my paw on top of his bulge, and I felt it pulse.\u0026nbsp; He let go of my wrist.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI let my fingers try and wrap around the hot lump, and I heard him softly grunt in my ear.\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy own cock was crammed tightly in my teal underwear at this point.\u0026nbsp; He was so big.\u0026nbsp; I squeezed and he gave another soft grunt.\u0026nbsp; His hand moved back and popped the button at his waist band.\u0026nbsp; I pulled down the zipper, slowly.\u0026nbsp; I could see the pink flesh of his cock peeking out at me.\n\n\"Go ahead,\" he whispered.\u0026nbsp; \"Pull it out.\"\n\nMy paw slid down into the hot pile of flesh.\u0026nbsp; I couldn't wrap completely around his still soft shaft as I lifted up.\u0026nbsp; The picture he sent really didn't do it justice.\u0026nbsp; I admired his shaft as I laid it back down over his pants.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis arm slid down my side, and his paw moved into my lap.\u0026nbsp; I jumped as he squeezed down on my crotch.\n\n\"There's an excited foxy,\" he said, rubbing a finger along my hard cock.\u0026nbsp; My dick twitched at the attention.\u0026nbsp; \"Why don't you put those paws to use?\"\n\nI grabbed the thickening shaft again and pulled up.\u0026nbsp; The deer's heavy breath jostled my head fur as I reached the tip.\u0026nbsp; I though Darrick was big, but he was average compared to this guy.\u0026nbsp; I stared at it in amazement as my paw slid back down its girth.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI jumped again as his hand roughly slid down the front of my pants.\u0026nbsp; I felt fingers wrap around my cock, and slowly shift along my length.\n\nI squeezed on the base of his cock, and a little squirt of pre rolled down the side.\n\n\"You're good,\" he huffed.\u0026nbsp; \"I want to see what else you can do.\"\n\nI felt the front of my pants pop open, and my shorts slide down my thighs.\u0026nbsp; I gasped at the suddenness, and then felt the couch shift as the deer pushed me back and moved on top of me.\u0026nbsp; I looked down at the dick swinging between us, and then at the muscular arm placed next to my head propping him up.\u0026nbsp; He was looking down too.\u0026nbsp; I felt my shorts get tugged around my knees and my thighs press against my stomach as he pushed me around. His wide hand cupped my ass, and I felt a finger slide down my crack.\u0026nbsp; I yelped, and he looked up at me again.\n\n\"Sorry,\" I said automatically out of fear.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe continued to slide his large finger and I felt it press against my hole.\u0026nbsp; \"Wow, you're tight.\u0026nbsp; We're going to need a lot of lube.\"\n\n\"Lube?\" I said, watching him get up and walk over to set of drawers, pulling off his pants and shirt.\u0026nbsp; I looked at his muscles.\u0026nbsp; He could crush me if he wanted to; he sure didn't have trouble moving me around.\u0026nbsp; My cock had gone soft as I watched the massive cock bob in front of him.\u0026nbsp; He was too big to fit anywhere inside of me.\n\nHe walked back over, rubbing a thick layer of slick lube over his cock. He globed some in his hands, and went for my ass again, but I pulled myself away.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe looked at me, his palm full of lube.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm not...\" I said, clearing my throat.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this.\"\n\nHis eyebrows furled, but then went calm again as he smiled.\u0026nbsp; \"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.\"\u0026nbsp; He reached for my ass again, and I pulled myself up against the arm of the couch.\u0026nbsp; \"Now, come on,\" he said, with a tinge of anger to his voice.\n\n\"I really don't think this-\"\n\n\"Don't think, just lay back and relax.\"\n\n\"No, no.\u0026nbsp; I really don-\"\n\n\"You come all the way over here,\" he voice got louder, and I froze.\u0026nbsp; \"You get me all riled up, and now you're going to cock block me?\"\u0026nbsp; He huffed, climbing over to me, reaching for my ass again.\n\nI jumped off the couch, and pulled my shorts up.\u0026nbsp; I fumbled to get them closed and realized he had popped off the button.\n\n\"Get back over here!\" he said, lunging for me.\u0026nbsp; I stood back.\u0026nbsp; He landed on his knees, his cock bouncing from his hips.\u0026nbsp; He was huffing loudly as he reached for my legs.\u0026nbsp; I tried to jump back, but he caught my ankle, and I hit the ground hard.\u0026nbsp; I grabbed the back of my head in pain, and felt him pull me forward.\u0026nbsp; He lifted up my ankle, and I felt his cock hit my ass.\u0026nbsp; He started pulling my shorts off again, and I saw my beer bottle sitting on the coffee table.\u0026nbsp; I pulled myself up, grabbed it, and slammed it over the deer's head.\n\n\"FUCK!\" he yelled as the beer and glass poured over his face.\u0026nbsp; I felt him let go of my ankle and I scrambled back.\u0026nbsp; He looked at me, rage in his eyes, and a trickle of blood running down his forehead.\u0026nbsp; I held out the broken bottle in my paw.\u0026nbsp; It was shaking.\u0026nbsp; I scooted back towards the door.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe stood up, and moved towards me, his towering body dwarfing mine on the floor.\n\n\"Don't come any closer!\" I said, my shaking paw pointing the bottle to his face.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis arm swung out and knocked the bottle from me.\u0026nbsp; It landed across the room with a smash.\u0026nbsp; I jumped up and ran to the door.\u0026nbsp; As I touched the doorknob, I felt his arms wrap around me.\u0026nbsp; I kicked and screamed as he walked me back to the couch and threw me down.\u0026nbsp; I bounced on the cushions, and looked in horror as he climbed on top of me, his hands roughly trying to pull off my shirt. \u0026nbsp;I heard a rip and I scratched at his face, but my dull claws had little effect.\u0026nbsp; I looked around the room.\u0026nbsp; There was a bronze statue of a paw on the end table.\u0026nbsp; I pulled up my knee, hitting him hard in the stomach, which bought me just enough time to grab the sculpture and slam it across his face.\u0026nbsp; He rolled off of me and onto the floor, howling in pain.\u0026nbsp; I dropped the paw and ran to the door.\n\n\"I'm calling the fucking COPS you phycho!\" he said, spitting out blood across his coffee table.\n\n\"I wouldn't!\u0026nbsp; I'm only seventeen!\" I said, grabbing the door knob, and running out.\u0026nbsp; I caught a glimpse of his bewildered face as the door slammed behind me.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI ran do my car, and revved off, my paws shaking against the wheel.\u0026nbsp; After I was far enough away to feel safe, I turned off my car and broke down.\u0026nbsp; My entire body shook was my face dripped in tears.\u0026nbsp; It was dark out and I was in a part of town I didn't know.\u0026nbsp; My arms ached from where he grabbed me, I'm sure there would be bruises.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LEAVE ME, DARRICK?\" I yelled.\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"WHY THE HELL DID YOU LEAVE ME HERE.\u0026nbsp; You fucking bastard.\"\u0026nbsp; My thoughts were dark.\u0026nbsp; All of that pain bubbled to the surface again.\u0026nbsp; I was so angry at him for just disappearing.\u0026nbsp; We were supposed to be together forever.\u0026nbsp; This was all his fault.\u0026nbsp; If he had just stayed and been mine... \u0026nbsp;\"You stupid shit.\"\u0026nbsp; I rested my head on the edge of the steering wheel.\u0026nbsp; \"...Why did you leave me?\"\n\nThe night was quiet outside of my car as my tears slowly subsided.\u0026nbsp; My sore eyes stared into the darkness.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"...Why?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1166374-second-chances-chapter-10.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1168898-second-chances-chapter-12.json"}