the back alley, furry version of a true story
Patrick, a 12 year old folf, was walking home from school. It was a hot, May day in Las Vegas, so Patrick decided to take off his sweaty tee shirt. He had a pretty long walk from his middle school, to his home; so as to help avoid the deadly Vegas heat, he decided to enter a 7/11 and get himself an Icee. He chose his favorite, coca cola, and bought it and left the store and proceeded the rest of the way home. The Icee cooled him down enough so he could safely stay out longer. His parents had left town for the day, so they could go buy Arizona lottery tickets, Patrick was planning on staying home, just long enough to let the day's heat lose its edge. Like most days, pat decided to take a shortcut, home. It was a thin alley, with a wall on one side, and a building on the other, so it had shade, most of the day. Patrick took a small detour to throw the empty Icee container away, before he entered the alley.
Sitting behind a dumpster in an alley, Marcus, a large 25 year old tiger, was remembering his last victim, a small fox-girl about 7 years old. He felt his jeans get tighter as he remembered, fucking her brains out, in an alley, similar to this. He was on bail at the moment, the girl had told the police. The horny tiger decided to himself that he would fuck the hell out of whoever passed by next.
Patrick turned the corner, into the alley. He felt the coolness, generated by the shade, as he entered. He sighed loudly, feeling the day's heat leave him. He walked slowly, and calmly down the alley, he felt comfortable in it because he had used this alley many times before. He passed a dumpster, and thought about skateboarding today, with his friend Cody. Lost in thought he didn't hear the footsteps behind him.
Just as Marcus stated his intention to himself, something miraculous happened to him. He was granted his wish, a small, grey folf walked by in jean shorts, and sneakers. "Folfs, my favorite. The tiger said to himself, licking his lips. Marcus, sneaked up behind Patrick, and grabbed him.
Patrick felt paws grip the scruff of his neck, but before he could react, he was smashed against the brick wall. His knees buckled and Patrick fell to the ground. Marcus kicked pat in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him, while clutching his stomach, Marcus then kicked pat in the head, nearly knocking out the small folf. Marcus then admired his work, watching the folf squirm in pain. He wanted to just tear off the shorts and rut the damn cub, but he needed to be sure, the folf wouldn't fight back. Even at a young age, the folf could still bite. Marcus grabbed the folf's ears and used them as handles to smash the cub's head against the pavement. Patrick only managed the occasional squirm. He was in pain from head to tail. Patrick didn't have any clue what was going on. He looked up and caught his first glimpse of his attacker. He watched through tear filled eyes as Marcus reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. A chill ran through the cub's body as he saw the blade. "Now be a good folfy, and don't scream, or bite. If you do ill slit your throat." The last sentence garnered compliance from the folf; he didn't want to die in some dark alleyway, where no one will find him for days. Marcus then undid the button on his pants and pulled down the fly. He then dropped his pants wholesale, and slipped off his underwear.
Patrick began to squirm and try to crawl away but the tiger just kicked him again. "Tsch, tsch, tsch, ill let that one go but if you try that again." Marcus brought the knife to Patrick's throat. "Ill slit your throat" he finished. Marcus then brought his member to Patrick's muzzle. Marcus then pushed his member slowly into Patrick's maw. The taste was horrible, Patrick wanted to throw up. Marcus then began to hump into Patrick's muzzle. Marcus began to feel his knot forming. He had more plans for this folf so he reluctantly pulled out of Patrick's maw. Patrick tried to get up but earned himself another kick to the head and another death threat. Marcus found some rope, an old bandana, and a towel. He proceeded to tie the folf's hands behind his back, and gagged the poor cub with an old towel. The last time he saw the tiger that day, was a picture straight from a horror movie. The tiger smiling like a maniac, as he tied the bandana over the folf's eyes. Now blindfolded, the folf did not see Marcus moving behind him. He felt his legs spread, his tail be lifted out of the way and something press against his tailhole.
Marcus pushed foreward, slowly impaling the folf on his member. Pat felt the member pushing his intestines aside, as he clamped down and tried to eject the intruder, but to no avail. Marcus then began to build a tempo, in, out, in, out, stretching pat to his limit and past. Then with one more push, marcus came inside the folf, filling him with burning salty liquid that seeped into each tear, and burned even more. Marcus then pulled out of the abused folf. He began to put on his clothes, all the while admiring his handywork. The fox just layed there, only managing the occasional squirm, or twitch of his tail. Once marcus had all his clothes back on, he began to walk away, when he remembered something. The last time he left his victim, he ended up being charged with rape. This time he wasn't going to let that happen. Marcus stayed with pat, he tyed the folf's legs together as well so the folf couldn't escape. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Marcus lit one, and began to suck on the cig. He soon finished the cigarette, and he put it out, not on the ground but on pat's back. He burned the cigarette into pat's back, loving the squeal as the folf tried to scream through the gag. Marcus then lit another and repeated the process. Each cigarette he finished, he would put out on pat's back. Once marcus finished his pack he turned to pat again. He then pulled out his knife.
Pat still felt the burns from the cigarettes stinging his back, when he felt something new. He felt a paw on his back, moving him slightly. He felt something cold against his side, then a splitting pain wracked through his body, the knife plunging deep into pat's side, tearing flesh asunder. This time pat released a quite easily audible screech, unfortunately the only one there to hear it was the sadistic tiger, Marcus. Pat then lay still, Barely conscious, marcus then admired his handiwork one more time, looking at the burned, naked, tyed, blindfolded, gaged, and bleeding folf beneath him. Pat then was left alone in the alley. Unable to move, scream, or even see. Hours passed no one came. The heat of the day had now fully left the city, and a bone chilling cold swept through the alley. Slowly he heard a car stop by the far end of the alley. Even with the knife in his side, pat squirmed, and screamed through the gag. He managed to get the blindfold off, and saw a suv at the end of the alley. They were changing a tire. He could not get ahold of their attention, and they then left the alley, unaware of the cub they overlooked. Tired, weak, and utterly spent, pat became numb, he could no longer feel, or move his feet, hands or tail. The pain from the knife went away, and his vision faded. Pat realized this was the end. He closed his eyes, and waited for oblivion.
Pat awoke painfully to the sound of footsteps behind him. He looked back and saw a homeless husky, rummaging through the garbage. "hmm, pizza box, am I in luck tonight... no not tonight" he sighed as he put the pizza box back into the dumpster. "let's see what's over he-. What the hell" he shouted as he saw the limp folf on the ground. "oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. What happened" he said as he ran towards the poor cub. He undid the gag, on pat's mouth, he was now able to speak but all he could do was sob and scream. "hold on, ill go get help" the husky said as he left the folf, running to the road screaming for help. A police officer saw the husky and pulled over to the canine. "what's the matter sir" the lion said as he got out of the car. "call an ambulance there's a kid stabbed and bleeding in the alley. Come on!" the husky said as he ran back to the folf, who was still sobbing. The lion spoke into the radio to call in an ambulance, And ran after the husky.
They reached the folf, and began to undo his restraints, within minutes the ambulance was at the scene. In those few minutes the officer asked the folf if it was the husky who did this to him. Patrick just shook his head and continued sobbing. The paramedics then rushed a board to him, and put him onto it, carefull not to disturb the knife in the cub's side. One paramedic read the bracelet on the cub's wrist and said "B- diabetic. youre going to be okay, were going to get you to the hospital in no time", they then began to secure him onto the ambulance. Soon Patrick was at the hospital and in surgery, they called the number provided on the bracelet and got ahold of his parents. They were in the waiting room in an instant. Patrick was quickly given blood, and fluids. They carefully removed the knife and reconnected the vessels and flesh. They then stitched together, pat's broken skin, and disinfected the burns.
They took samples of dna from the semen in his colon for forensic evidence. With the dna evidence they found Marcus quickly. He is now in jail for 50 years and will be eligible for parole in 40.
This story is a furry version of something that actually happened to me. I was attacked and raped may 12 2002. the perpetrator will be in jail for at least 32 more years, unless the decision is overturned.(I changed his name to protect his identity. I could be sued for using his name illegally otherwise.)