Anything For Love - End

The raccoon stretched his arms out in front of him and murmured something happily as he was finally unbound. Elliot slid in between his purple arms and squeezed his boyfriend tightly against his chest. Ryke had never felt so good against his fur. He never wanted to let him go again. He felt tears running down his face again, but for the first time tonight, they were happy tears, as all the fear for his boyfriend's life melted away. He'd rescued him. Elliot had felt weak, pathetic, and cowardly his entire life. But this night, he'd done unimaginable things in order to rescue the love of his life. For that, he was proud of himself.

"I did it all for you", he whispered, crying on Ryke's shoulder.

"Shh, I know babe", Ryke replied, taking the goat in his arms and gently rubbing his back. "I'm so proud of you".

Elliot sniffled. His body had been abused, but his heart was whole again, and that gave him a sense that, ultimately, everything would be okay. "I'd do anything for you. I'd give my life for you if I had to", he sniffled. "I love you so much Ryke!"

"I never doubted you for a second, baby", the coon said, squeezing him tightly. "I love you too".

Elliot pulled his head back just enough to be able to see his boyfriend's face, while still holding him close. It meant so much to hear his boyfriend reassure him that he'd trusted him. He should have known. His boyfriend was perfect in every way and had never shown him anything but love and understanding. "I ... I don't know what's going to happen after this -- what's going to happen to me", the goat said. "But, you're free. And that's all that matters".

Ryke smiled sweetly. He looked so beautiful. He was an angel. The raccoon glanced up at their captor on the couch, then back at Elliot. "Go get your clothes, babe. I'm sure you can get dressed now".

Elliot nodded, taking just a few moments more to appreciate the feel of his boyfriend against his fur, safe in his arms, finally. It was a feeling he would never take for granted again.

Then he stood up and clopped over to the wall where he'd taken his clothes off, a tremendous weight lifted from his chest, leaving nothing but relief and love throughout his body. He paused above his clothes, and shook his head to himself in amusement. The collar and chain still around his neck rattled.

It was bizarre to think that he'd been so distressed at the thought of simply taking his clothes off only a few hours ago ... and now here he was, butt-naked, about to pick them back up again. He had pushed himself so far, and yet ... he was okay. It was all thanks to his boyfriend. There was redemption in his love for Ryke.

He scooped up his clothes and turned back around. Then his clothes dropped from his hands.

Ryke was straddling the bull on the couch, a pair of big brown hands squeezing his bubbly purple ass, a big bovine tongue crammed down his mouth. The raccoon had his arms wrapped around their captor's thick neck, and he was grinding his hips against the bull's tummy. Elliot's boyfriend moaned lustfully into the bull's mouth, and the beast's giant cock twitched back to life where it lay flopped between his thick thighs as the bull groaned hornily in response.

Elliot fell to his knees against the stone. His stomach hurled like it wanted to vomit up his heart. His mouth opened and closed, wordlessly, breathlessly, as he stared at his boyfriend making out with the bull who had just held his life ransom. His heart broke forever.

The bull turned a dark eye to Elliot, and chuckled. "I think the idiot finally figured it out, Ryke".

"Shut up and kiss me you big fuckin stud", the coon said, breathing frantically as he exploded with lust. He grabbed a hold of the bull's head and horns and crammed their mouths together like he was trying to climb face-first into the bull's muzzle. He didn't even turn to look at Elliot. "Fuck, Dean, you're so fucking hot".

"I know, baby", the bull -- _Dean _-- said, covering the coon in his muscly arms. "I know".

Elliot stared lifelessly as the two furs made out. He felt a pain deep in his chest like the images he was seeing were travelling down his retinas to beat his heart to death. How could this be happening? It didn't make sense. It didn't make sense. It didn't make sense. It didn't make sense. It didn't make sense. It didn't make sense. It didn't make sense. It didn't make sense.

He fell onto his hands and silently dry-heaved. He couldn't breathe. He physically couldn't breathe. He felt like his chest was going to explode. He wished it would. He wanted this to end. Whatever it was. He couldn't handle it. He wanted it to end right now.

"I'm so fucking turned on! You've got no idea!" Ryke growled. "Do you know how bad I wanted to jerk it?"

"Heheh, oh you poor baby. I can't imagine. You sick little thing", Dean teased.

"Grrrrr, I love you so much!" the coon squealed.

Their voices melded together as they shoved their tongues down each other's throats some more.

_Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, _Elliot mouthed. Chest falling onto the floor, he squeezed his head between his hands like he was trying to stop his skull from bursting, letting out nonsensical noises as he rolled around on the stone surface.

"Take my clothes off!" Ryke said.

Moments later, Ryke's underwear landed on top of Elliot. It barely registered in the goat's fracturing mind.

"Fuuuuccckk", Dean said. "You're a wet mess down here".

"Babe, I was leaking the whole time you were abusing him", Ryke replied with a laugh.

"Mmmm, I think you're even more fucked up than me".

"That's why you love me so much, right?" the raccoon purred.

Dean laughed, and they made out some more, until he said, "Are you ready?"

"Do it", Ryke said.

Elliot felt the ground shake under him as Dean stomped towards him. He closed his eyes and prayed that he was about to have his skull crushed underneath the bull's heavy hooves. He had no such luck. The bull grabbed the chain connected to the collar around his neck, and dragged the goat over to the couch before throwing him on top of it.

The broken boy raised his head, first seeing the bull's powerful thighs, then his giant erection. Then, towering above and casting a shadow over him with their bodies, he saw Ryke with his legs and arms wrapped around the bull's waist and chest. Two beautiful, naked bodies intertwined. Both the bull and raccoon looked down their muzzles at Elliot -- Dean with a devilish smirk on his face, Ryke with an excited, insane grin.

The bull threw Ryke over Elliot's body so the goat and raccoon were facing each other, then he started grinding against the coon's ass, making Ryke whimper into his boyfriend's face -- could they even still be called boyfriends? For the first time ever, Elliot saw and felt his boyfriend's cock. It was big for a raccoon, and it was digging into his stomach painfully, making his cum-crusted fur sloppy all over again as it released pent-up squirts of precum.

Ryke had crazy eyes. They sparked with passion and exhilaration. Elliot had never seen him this happy. It sickened him to his shattered core. He had to know. "Why?" he croaked.

The raccoon giggled, and leant forward to whisper words into his ear, words just for Elliot to hear. "He's perfect, and you're ... you".

Ryke's body jolted forward as the bull mounted him, and he shut his eyes and screamed into Elliot's face. "Oh fuck yes! Fuck me Dean, you big stud!" His hips squashed Elliot's waist into the couch as the bull applied weight against the raccoon through his cock.

The bull hunched over the two boys and groaned. "Fuck yeah, I love your ass you little slut".

Elliot was crushed under their grunting, groaning bodies. Pinned there, there was nothing else he could see or hear except the boy he used to love with all his heart getting impaled on a cock that had tortured him for hours. For some reason, he couldn't close his eyes. Maybe it was because he needed to see what was happening in order to believe it.

"Sorry, boy", the bull grunted, looking down at Elliot as he fucked away. "It was a lot of fun breaking you, but I already have a slave, and he's way hotter than you".

Ryke giggled in response. "Aw babe, that's not saying much".

Dean snorted, smacking the coon on the ass.

Elliot didn't cry. He didn't even feel like he was inside of his body. His brain was too busy trying to resolve the fight between everything he thought he knew and a dreadful reality.

The bull planted a hand either side of Elliot, and his muscular form filled the entire space over the two boys. "Who owns your ass, baby?" he grunted.

"You do!" Ryke squealed, his slender purple body surging against Elliot with each thrust from the bull.

Then Dean looked into Elliot's deadened eyes, but kept talking to the raccoon. The things he said next provided pieces to a puzzle that Elliot never wanted to finish.

"Whose jizz do you bake into your boyfriend's food?" the bull said.

Ryke giggled like a cheeky child. "Yours, baby".

"Whose hot ass do you sneak away from your boyfriend's birthday party to lick?"

"Yours!"

"Whose cum do you have on your lips when you kiss your boyfriend goodnight?"

"Yours! Fuck, Dean, you're so hot!"

"Heheh, I thought you'd like that". He winked at the goat. "They're all true. And there's so much more you'll never know about. Things starting to make sense for you, boy?"

Yes, they were.

Elliot watched his beautiful boyfriend squeal and groan in ecstasy. He felt the raccoon's cock throb and thrust against his gut. He looked into his boyfriend's eyes and saw someone he didn't know stare back -- someone who not only didn't care about him in the least, but who found joy in his misery.

The past two years had all been a sick lie. He'd fallen for it completely.

He was going to propose.

What a fucking idiot.

How could he have ever thought that someone as gorgeous as Ryke would want to be with such a fucking ugly, disgusting, worthless, little-dicked wimp like him?

Finally, it made sense. Why did the bull target him? How did he know where he lived? How did he know all the things that Elliot dreaded the most, so that he could order the goat to do them? And how did he know that by using Kino and Ryke as hostages, he could degrade the goat by causing him to do everything willingly?

He knew because Ryke knew.

Ryke had set this all up.

And at the end, Elliot had sacrificed everything for Ryke because he thought he was deserving of Ryke's love. It was all a lie. That was the grand joke. And nothing could possibly have been more humiliating.

That had to have been the point. It must be some sort of game. Ryke had built Elliot up with fake love, so that the moment he discovered the truth and everything was ripped away from him, he would be wounded as deeply as possible. That seemed to be the case. Ryke was thrilled by his devastation. The raccoon was getting off on it.

He wanted to die.

"Do it", Ryke groaned.

"Are you sure?" Dean said.

"Do it! Fuck! I can't hold on!" the coon replied, scrunching his face up and tensing his body.

"Okay babe", the bull said, nuzzling his lover's neck. "This is it".

Elliot didn't know what they were talking about until the bull wrapped his hands around the goat's neck and crushed it, instantly cutting off his oxygen. If he had any last words, it was too late. He grabbed at the bull's huge fingers, but couldn't get any leverage against his powerful grip. He felt a pressure build up inside his head. He kicked his little legs against the bull's thighs, but there was no give against his indomitable power.

His desperate, fearful eyes looked at up his boyfriend. The fear only seemed to enhance the coon's pleasure, as Ryke bit his lip and moaned, staring back down at his dying boyfriend. "Fuck yessssss, kill him, you big manly stud".

"I'm gonna make you mine forever", Dean grunted, fucking the coon with his fat cock at the same time, dark eyes rolling back in his skull with pleasure from using his superior strength to murder the helpless, broken goat.

Though Elliot's body fought back on a primal level, his mind had already given up. He felt chills down his body, while his head prickled with a growing heat. His vision started to darken, until all he could see was his boyfriend's face.

"Fuck, fuck! I'm gonna cum ... when he ... dies", Ryke whimpered.

"Urrrrrgggh", Dean groaned. "Me too. Fuck!"

The last thing Elliot ever saw was Ryke bouncing up and down on top of him, in time with Dean's thrusts, moaning and panting and drooling. There was a look of fierce pleasure on the coon's face that Elliot had never seen, but had dreamed about while rubbing his small, pathetic cock in bed at night. He had fantasised about seeing Ryke like this for the first time on their beachside honeymoon, as he and his love explored their naked bodies together for the first time.

The coon's deep, beautiful eyes stared eagerly into Elliot's own, excited by his death. They were locked onto him intensely, as though they didn't want to miss a thing going on in the goat's mind as it retreated into an endless darkness forever.

Elliot watched as his boyfriend waited impatiently for him to die so the coon could finally blow his load on Elliot's dead body. Dean kissed Ryke's cheek as he crushed the life out of Elliot.

Everything went black.

There were loud noises.

A warmth on his tummy.

Then nothingness.* * *

"Alright, well let me know if you hear anything", Ryke said into his phone. "Yeah, thanks dude. Okay, bye", he said, pressing the End Call button. The name of one of Elliot's friends -- well, technically, not his friend anymore -- slid off his phone screen, which returned to the contacts menu. The raccoon scrolled through the names, considering who to call next.

"Shit, no one's heard anything about him?" Dean said sarcastically from a few metres away in his deep, sexy voice.

Ryke giggled. "Nah, babe. I'm starting to get worried. It's not like him to disappear like this without telling anyone", he said, mocking what he'd said to Elliot's ex-friend just a minute ago.

Dean laughed to himself, picking up Elliot's cummy corpse to get rid of it -- Ryke didn't know how exactly, but he was happy to remain blissfully ignorant of the messy stuff and let his big strong man deal with it.

The raccoon called Elliot's childless mother next. Ugh, the moment he mentioned that Elliot was "missing" she started freaking out. It was no mystery where the goat had gotten his unbearable neuroticism from. Ryke tried to end the call as quick as he could after doing what he'd intended to -- planting the lie of a sweet raccoon concerned about his missing boyfriend.

Elliot's mother was the sixth fur he'd called. That would be enough, he supposed -- not to say that he wasn't enjoying the act. Still, when Dean posted the video of Elliot getting fucked in the ass by an unknown bull on his Facebook a few days from now, and people started freaking out and talking, they would know that Ryke had been "worried" from the start.

Dean returned and wrapped his super sexy arms around the coon from behind. Ryke placed his hands on Dean's muscular biceps and sighed happily, leaning back into his perfect hunk of a man. He felt so happy. They'd finally done it. They'd proven their love for each other, forever. "Are we ready to go?" the raccoon said. "I could go for a second round when we get home".

Dean laughed, and leant down to give him a deep smooch. "Hang on, I want to ask you something first", he said.

Ryke was puzzled -- the first time in all the years he'd known him, the bull's voice sounded adorably nervous. "What?" he giggled.

"Close your eyes".

Sighing with amusement, but happy to play along, Ryke closed his eyes. He smiled as he felt Dean pull something out of his pocket and place it in his hands.

"Okay, you can open them", the bull said, kissing Ryke's neck sweetly and hugging him against his godlike body.

When the raccoon did, he looked down and saw a purple velvet jewelry box in his paws.