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"Where is he?!"

A sobbing frantic voice rang loud amidst a fog of disorientation and tinnitus.

"What are you doing to my baby boy?!"

The voice again on the verge of tears.

"Your son is in critical condition, ma'am... we're keeping him on pain killers. He is stabilized for now, but we can only pray."

The sobbing mother was inconsolable, "Well can I please get a chance to hold my baby boy? He can't be alone."

The doctor kept an even tone with her, "Mrs. Harper, I can understand how you're feeling, but you must not disturb your son. You risk cross-contamination right now, you could get sick yourself."

She was getting angry, "You say that, you goddamn say that when it's your baby in there..."

The doctor took a quick breath, "My daughter was in an incubator for ten days before she passed away, madam... so you don't get to pull that card on me. If you're not going to listen, I'll have to call someone in to restrain you."

The woman swallowed her words, "Just... just help my baby." She finally sat down on a chair as the adrenaline had all but drained out of her.

In the room, a red fox in his early 20s laid in bed. His face, especially his muzzle was wrapped up in bandages. His eyes flickered in and out as the memory of past events came to him.

The last thing he remembered was being in car. It was raining hard, there was someone with him. She was touching him, she was rubbing him and being affectionate.

He remembered...

...

"Case, come on... you're not still angry, are you?" His arctic vixen girlfriend was fondling him while Casey was trying to drive in this heavy rain. It was night too.

She kept touching him, "I told you, Case, it didn't mean anything! He was just a friend!"

"A friend who had his dick in you..."

She slurred drunkenly, "Friends with benefits is a thing baby."

"Not when we're supposed to be together, Meg!" He was upset with her, and couldn't even get that image out of his head... her bent over, screaming the other guy's name while that greasy jock wolf fucked his vixen, then had his knot in her as he howled.

Even now, she was sitting right next to him, that wolf's milky sperm soaking into the gray seat. She'd left her panties at the house party they'd just left. He could already envision that wolf's seed taking root inside her, making folf puppies inside her.

This wasn't even the first time she'd fucked another guy behind his back, and not without protection.

Casey had more than enough reason to be upset with her and himself for letting this go on, "I don't know why I even let you keep doing this shit to me..."

The drunk vixen had her paw in his crotch, "Because you know I'll still suck your dick anytime you want, Casey." She'd already gotten started.

The tod frowned between tears and disbelief, "Meg... fuck, can't you see it's fucking... rain..." his voice trailed off and he hated himself more as he felt her lips cup around his sheath, licking his tip to coax more of him out.

He fought to keep his focus between her. He hated that she had this control. He could just push her away, but she hardly ever gave him more than a few kisses. He could smell that wolf's musk on her and that was almost enough to break her spell, almost.

He had his eyes off the road a moment too long. When he looked up, the fox saw the bright lights of a speeding truck. It ran the red light and drove right on towards his little red car. "Oh fuck!"

It hit him straight on... it rammed right into the passenger side.

Everything after that was a mess of screeching wheels, crunching metal, somebody screaming before their voice became muffled, the world spinning as his car did a cartwheel off the road and into a ditch.

His eyes flickered open and shut repeatedly as images flashed before he lost total consciousness.

...

His mind flashed further back to that party...

Casey had never really been the type to socialize, not with a bunch of people he barely spoke to outside of class. Especially not with some people who were clearly out to get drunk and make bad decisions.

His girlfriend, Megan, had dragged him here because she'd said he needed more guy friends. She kept saying it as not healthy for a guy like him to just hang out with her and her girlfriends. He suspected she just did it to keep him from getting close to any other female that wasn't her. Ironic, her the girl who'd come home from her family reunion smelling heavily of other tods, getting jealous of him talking to other girls. She'd said she just got into a wrestling match with her twin cousins from Alaska. He suspected a lot of that was naked wrestling, very close naked wrestling.

So here Casey sat, in the middle of a crowded house, watching a bunch of people chatting, drinking, getting close, petting, kissing, nuzzling... all things he and Meg used to do a lot when they started dating.

She was a cheerleader at their school, and he was in band, playing the snare drum. So, they'd met one day after she'd been dumped by her boyfriend, a buff rhino who'd been the running back. She was coming out of the locker room because she'd forgotten something.

He was coming in, already pulling off his band uniform when she stepped out in a loose towel, looking like a drowned rat, and she bumped into him.

It was the classic falling-on-top-of-each-other situation. Meg, wet and naked, found herself on top of Casey, only in his white pants, his average, lean upper body exposed for her soft, silky paws to explore.

And explore she did, tracing his modest musculature with her fingertips. She wasn't embarrassed or even angry with the fact that some band nerd had seen her naked without her permission... he was a real hottie to her young vixen mind.

Casey shook his head then blushed the moment he realized where he was. He started to stammer some apology before she stopped him with a kiss, his first kiss. She was purring when she pulled away, "Do you... need help getting dried?"

He, hypnotized by her blue eyes, nodded. The next thing he knew, he'd been dragged, forcefully by this aggressive vixen into the women's locker room. She had him out of his pants then shoved him under one of the showerheads where she had his dick in her mouth before he even knew her name.

She held him, squeezed his fat knot when it came out, made out with his veiny meat rocket until she made him cum.

Casey had gone cross-eyed, his back against the wall while this vixen guzzled his sperm.

Once she had milked him, she stayed on her knees nuzzling his cock and stroking it to make him hard again, "I'm Megan." She cooed cutely while she looked up at him.

He gulped under her predatory gaze, "I'm Casey... Harper."

She kissed his groin before she started to work her way up his belly to his face. She touched noses with the fox, "Would you like... to do more?"

He blushed more, "I-I-uh, it's my first time..."

She kissed his lips, "Don't worry... I'll take care of you." Then she'd had him, his virgin cock stuffed in her while she rode his lap under the gym showers.

He'd wanted to use protection, she'd assured him she was on birth control and she wanted him to cum in her as hard and as much as he could. That... that should have been the first red flag, but for a horny teenaged nerd to have a female throw herself at him out of the blue like this... he could only imagine the letter he'd be sending to Hustler magazine.

They fucked, that night and many other nights after. She was his sexual coach and teacher through his remaining two years in high school. She'd been a senior when they met. She still came to his house, anytime his parents were out, or to her house when her dad was away and they'd have sex.

She was even more open back then, more into experimenting. He remembered the time she had one of her best friends, a meerkat named Lisa, ride his cock while Meg took his muzzle.

Casey would then fuck Meg in her tailhole while Lisa ate the vixen's pussy and sucked on his balls.

That night ended with Casey fucking Lisa again, this time in missionary, making out with her while her tits dragged against his chest.

Meg laid on the sidelines, frigging herself using one of her toys.

This happened for a time. She'd invite a different one of her friends over; much of the same would occur. She'd let him fuck her friend, then her, then finish off with him taking her friend while she watched.

Casey liked this very much. Megan was his vixen; his girlfriend and she was giving him such trust and freedom to let him have all her best friends.

Then there would be nights, when she'd invite one of her guy friends. He'd been surprised, understandably hesitant the first time. Even when she explained to him, she had so much fun watching him with her friends, she felt he could get the same thing watching her with other guys. She even suggested letting some of them take him.

Casey had to think real hard on that. He had been a bit bi-curious before he'd suddenly had himself a hot arctic vixen girlfriend. He thought that curiosity had gone, but man was she persuasive.

So, it happened. A Dalmatian friend of hers came over and wound up being the first guy under Casey's tail. It stung his tail end for days and it sure felt weird to have another guys cum warming his asshole. He'd been gentle though. That Dalmatian made out with him, let Casey fuck him back, took it like a champ.

And it happened many times... many guys fucking him, then fucking her while he watched and jacked off. Some were as nice as that Dalmatian, others were straight up jock assholes who fucked his ass and his throat like they were fleshlights.

Then, something changed... she started doing it all... all without him. She'd come home to their little apartment they'd been living in, stinking of other males; but if he ever even looked at another girl, she'd get upset.

That had been his whole relationship with her, his last two years of school, then two more years while going to college and living in a small apartment. Four years he would never get back.

"A penny for your thoughts?"

Casey had been drinking while he sat here amid these horny undergrads. He'd been so engulfed in his own self-pity he hadn't noticed someone sitting with him.

"Huh?" He grunted out.

"Ugh!" The voice, a feminine voice, giggled, "Are we talking caveman here?" She giggled some more.

He turned to the girl who'd been talking to him.

She was some kind of squirrel, but he'd never seen anything like her. She had big brown eyes almost like an anime character, her fur was pale, not unlike Megan's snowy fur. This female was more off-white it seemed. She had some grey spots like specks of dirt in a snowy tundra. Her tail wasn't as big and fluffy as other squirrels, it was shorter but still quite fluffy. Her cute nose twitched, "I saw you sitting here all alone and depressed, so I told myself, hey, Nori, you go over there, and you cheer him up. My name is Noriko by the way."

Casey blinked, "Noriko... that's Japanese, right?"

She nodded happily, "Yup, yup, that's me, Noriko Fujiwara. And you are?" She got right up in his face with those freakishly huge eyes.

"Casey Harper and... you're some type of... a squirrel?" He tried to back away before realizing this couch he was on had little space.

She smiled, "I am momonga, a type of flying squirrel." She pulled up the lacy top she'd worn to reveal both her tiny bra which barely held back a nice pair of B-cups, and her flaps of skin which extended down her right and left sides, "Ya see?" She pulled on a flap, showing the pale pink skin underneath her off-white fur.

Casey, typical male, found himself distracted by her breasts jiggling in his face. He nodded dumbly, "Oh yeah, I see."

Noriko noticed his staring of course. She gave him a playful smirk before shoving her tits in his face, "You can see more if you want."

He still nodded.

She giggled, "Okay then." She pulled the cups on her bra down and Casey got to his first fresh pair of breasts since his girlfriend had begun giving him progressively less attention.

Casey held her tits, squished them and made her nipples stand out that way he liked. He licked her nipples, he sucked on them and this cute squirrel let him get away with all of it. She even chittered, "Oh... I love a guy that knows what he wants."

At some point, she'd shifted her little skirt-covered ass into his crotch and she was humping his pants while he nursed her tits.

Somewhere in the back of his beer-addled mind, he realized this was wrong. He'd be a hypocrite, screwing another female while his girlfriend was probably somewhere doing the same with a random guy. He rationalized... if she was having her fun, then he'd have his fun too.

This led to him, stripped bare naked with this petite squirrel grinding her hips into his as she took his delicious fox cock to the hilt.

They were still here on the couch, in front of a growing crowd of people that joined to watch as these two fucked rather noisily on the living room sofa.

Nori and Casey swapped kisses and saliva while this energetic little rodent took him knot and all.

He sobered up just as his balls gave in and he was unloading a week's worth of pent up seed into this anonymous female he'd only just run into. And as she lay on him, his cock spurting in her, her breath warming his neck, he realized what he'd just done, "Fuck... what have I done?"

She giggled, "You made this little squirrel girl see nirvana is what you did." She giggled.

He gulped, "No... no! I was here with my girlfriend... she... oh my god..."

She blinked, "You have a girl?"

He pushed her off him, "I am sorry... this was nice... but I need to get home..." He pulled his clothes on, falling to buckle up completely, leaving his sheath out while he ran upstairs in search of his girl.

Noriko watched him go then sighed, "Dang..."

And this lead to Casey finding his girlfriend, his vixen bent over a bed while a big, buff, greasy-looking wolf stuffed his knot in her pussy then filled her with his puppy batter.

The fox, who'd just been feeling bad about cheating on his girlfriend, stood in the doorway, speechless as he watched her let herself get knocked up by this wolf.

The wolf looked at him, "Oh sorry, is this yours? I figured you wouldn't need it, the way you were talkin' to that little sushi roll downstairs." He was very cocky, very toothy in his grin, "I'll let ya have her back when I'm done though so..." He waved him off like he was his own son catching Mom and Dad having their maritals.

Then something snapped... something broke in this fox, this oppressed young fox who'd sat by for years and let his girlfriend use him and cheat on him whenever she wanted. His fist clinched, his teeth too, "Fuck you..." He muttered with a growl building in the back of his throat.

The wolf stopped, "What'd ya say, pussy?" He shot a dangerous look back at him.

Casey snorted, "I said..." before he could stop himself, the fox lashed out, faster than he'd ever done, he swung at the wolf.

The wolf caught his fist, "Big mistake..." He growled back before squeezing Casey's fist in his grip.

Megan cried, "Case!"

Hearing her fueled him more. The fox gritted his teeth then he kicked the wolf in his groin, directly where he'd been tied with Meg.

That hurt the wolf and left him holding his gut with his free hand while Casey headbutted the wolf.

The wolf cussed, "Ah! Motherfucker!" The hit was enough to make him disconnect from Megan.

Casey kicked him again, impacting wolf's hard dick and his balls in one blow.

And as the wolf was screaming in pain, Case took the wolf then rammed him headfirst into a wall, making the male bleed from his forehead.

Megan jumped on Casey, "Case! Case, stop! You're hurting him!"

Casey stopped, letting the wolf fall senseless to the floor, then turned on his female, "Megan!"

She panicked, falling back, afraid he would hit her too.

He wouldn't, no matter what she did to him, he couldn't hurt her. He got down over her, his nose against hers, "Get dressed... we're fucking leaving, now!"

And she, for the first time in their time together, afraid of him, she complied, "Okay, okay... Case, I'm sorry."

...

And that led to this, to her with his cock in her mouth, once again making him into the complacent puss he'd become in the last two years. And the sick cycle would have kept on if he and the other driver, the guy in the track, hadn't both run that red light on that stormy night.

...

Casey woke up in extreme pain. Much of his face had been damaged by the crash. His muzzle was busted. The doctors had wrapped him up and put metal pins into his jaw to keep his face together. He wouldn't be able to talk for some time.

He'd broken his right arm, he had a fracture his right fibula, he was a mess, but at least he was alive.

His mind flashed again...

He saw her, for the briefest moment he was still awake before passing out, he saw her twitching body, but couldn't see her entire face, because half of it was gone.

What was there was a gut-wrenching mess of raw meat, bones and teeth, an eyeball dangling, the other completely gone.

Her head had been caught under the dashboard when the truck hit his car. Her head was crushed, she didn't suffer... that was the best he could say.

He flashed back to the present when he heard the door to his sterile little hospital room swing open.

The doctor, a brown mouse, came in, "Ah... I see that you're awake, Mr. Harper."

The mouse came up while his assistant wrote in a clipboard, "You'd been out for the past two days." He leaned over the fox, "Can you understand me?"

Casey nodded then he flinched.

The doctor nodded in return, "Yeah, I know that hurts... I can't even imagine what you're feeling right now, but we've done the best we could given the circumstances."

Casey tried to speak, but the doctor stopped him, "Don't... you mustn't attempt speaking. The pins in your jawline still need time to set and you'd be in even worse pain if they were ripped out."

Casey grimaced.

The doctor sighed, "I know you must be wondering about your... your passenger. Unfortunately, I can give no good news... she is dead. And it was not instantaneous... she held but there was nothing we could have done. I am sorry for your loss, sir."

Casey did feel sad for her, of course he would. She'd been a bitch, but she didn't deserve that, no one did. Some part of him still wanted what they had to work, but now, now it was over. It was all over, just like that.

The doctor spoke, "Again, I am sorry." He paused, "Your mother is here. She's stayed here overnight the whole time you were here."

Casey almost wanted to laugh, that sounded like his mom.

The doctor turned, "You may let her in."

Casey's mother came in. The middle-aged vixen began to sob the instant she saw her only child, all banged up and broken. "Oh, Casey, my little Casey!" She dropped down to the side of his hospital bed and she held him, "Mommy's here, baby!"

The fox grunted under his mother's intense hugging until the doctor had to pull her off.

The mouse glared at her, "Mrs. Harper, you had promised me you would behave if I let you stay here!"

She blubbered while her eyes watered over, "I know, I know, but, my baby is... oh Casey!" She broke free then hugged her son some more, unintentionally burying his damaged snout in her cleavage.

The mouse quipped, "Lucky bastard..." before he pulled the hysterical vixen from her son, "Mrs. Harper, you can hug your son as much as you want, but you need to let us take care of him, okay?"

She finally relented then turned on the handsome mouse doctor, "You do everything in your power, Dr. Osbourne..." She got in real close, her motherly tits threatening to break free of the yellow shawl she had on right now.

"M-miss-Mrs. Harper?" the mouse stammered.

She rubbed his cheek, "Get my baby healthy and walking again and I'll leave you bowlegged every waking morning for the rest of your days, honey." She kissed him on the bridge of his nose.

The mouse gulped, "But, Mrs. Harper, aren't you-"?

"I'm divorced, baby. And there's a spot in my bed saved for a man who'd save my son for me." She caught him in another kiss, this time on his lips, "I promise you." Then she walked away leaving the doctor mouse standing there with a raging hardon in his pants.

The mouse gulped, "Vixens... jeez!"

Casey would've laughed. His mom was another fine example of a woman who took what she wanted. He could guess now, that was exactly the type of female he was attracted to. Whether it was to Megan, or that cute squirrel from the other night, both very aggressive females who rode him like their pussies were on fire.

Dr. Osbourne sighed, "Well, I could use a break after that. Nurse Fujiwara, could you tend to the patient please until I come back?"

His assistant answered for him, "Of course, Doctor." It was that same lilting, flowery voice Casey remembered from that night. The fox strained to see and there she was wearing considerably more conservative clothing than when he first saw her.

She waited for the doctor to be gone before she walked over to him, "Hey there..." She smiled sadly, "Surprise, surprise, huh? I work here at this hospital. I'm actually interning here..." She giggled, "My grandma got me the job here, she's the night nurse, but she's also getting to be too old, so she wanted me to start here, since it is my dream to work in medicine. Oh, but look at me, rambling on while the cutest, nicest guy I ever could have met is right here... hurting."

She pulled up a chair, so she could sit by his bed, "I already heard what happened to your girlfriend... I'm very sorry." She rubbed his cheek, "I know you probably wouldn't have even been out there if it weren't for me. I also saw what you did to Brett. That big lug's had it coming, I'm not sorry in the least for him." She laid her head down next to his, "You have pretty eyes by the way."

Casey looked at this pretty squirrel as she spoke. He wished he could talk right now. He would've told her he didn't blame her at all for that night. Everything that happened was something he could've stopped long before it got to that point. He also wanted to thank her for complimenting his eyes. He liked hers too.

This...

This could be a good start, a better one.