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*WARNING: * This story's main character, who is transgender, gets raped and abused by very bad people. There is a fair amount of misgendering and other trans specific cruelty, none of which should ever be condoned in real life (obviously). If any of this is a cause of distress for you then please proceed with caution (or read one of my other stories, I've got a few of them). This story does not have a happy ending.

At the tail end of an otherwise boring Friday, Alex decided to skip trigonometry and go outside. Trigonometry was the last class of the day, so he figured that chances were good nobody would catch him.

It was a crisp early autumn day and the sky was cloudless overhead. The aspen trees bordering the far end of the football field had begun to shed their leaves and those that remained were a fine shade of flame orange. Even though it was barely three in the afternoon the sun was already touching the mountaintops which studded the western horizon.

Alex was a pine marten; small, sleek and covered from head to fluffy tail in reddish-brown fur. Stealth and agility came naturally to him and he stole along the edge of the main school building until he found himself shadowed by the gym and the start of the bleachers which lined both sides of the football field.

It was a fine place to cut classes in.

However, this time he wasn't alone. Coming around the corner of the gym, Alex very nearly ran into a tall, broad wolverine wearing a crimson letterman jacket. The wolverine was faced away, a stubby black tail agitatedly waving. Alex just barely managed to silently reverse course before he was noticed. He slid under the bleachers and lingered, hidden by the shadows of a premature evening.

Doing this--hiding like a hunted animal--wasn't at all an overreaction. Even though he took care to be fairly aloof Alex still knew all about Brandon Fitzgerald, the captain of the school's football team.

Brandon was big even for a wolverine, thickly covered in brown and black mottled fur and built like a brick wall. His eyes were small and dark, like glass beads, his muzzle blunt and filled with razor sharp teeth. He wasn't quite a traditional bully, he never beat people up or stuffed them in lockers, but Alex had noticed that wherever Brandon went he left behind a trail of silent, frightened people who were loathe to say anything about what had happened. A few of them had transferred schools. Ugly rumors abounded, but since Brandon was very good at football the school administration turned a blind eye.

He was leaning against the wall of the gym, looking impatient. Alex glanced behind himself, down the shadowy avenue which ran beneath the bleachers, but made no move to retreat. Despite himself, he was growing curious.

Settling slowly onto his front, like a sniper observing a target, Alex tucked both paws under his chin and set to waiting, his tail twitching in time with the wolverine's. This, perhaps more than anything, was what he was good at; being quiet and functionally invisible.

It wasn't that he liked being overlooked, or was even especially afraid of other people. What it came down to, Alex supposed, was the secret at his very core. Beneath his clothes and the careful way he mussed his fur so that it appeared scruffy and a little bit unkempt, was a body that he felt entirely wrong inhabiting. Each morning before school he bound his chest and took some pleasure in wearing baggy, masculine clothes that hid the feminine flare of his hips and the swell of his rear. It had gotten much worse since puberty, especially his breasts, which were large and could only be bound with great effort.

It was a terrible thing that he could only feel comfortable after such careful preparations, but Alex did enjoy that nobody around him even suspected his secret.

And he wouldn't have to keep it up for much longer, either. He was eighteen already and would be done with school in another few months. Then he could finally head elsewhere and live on his own. He could work at a more permanent solution to the wrongness he felt each morning...before he worked himself into a more comfortable presentation.

"Jesus, finally." An exasperated voice said.

Alex glanced sharply up, broken from his thoughts. The wolverine had stepped away from the gym wall and was looking to the hurried approach of someone else, a zebra in a matching letterman jacket. Alex pulled a blank on his name but recognized him as one of the team's running backs...and a definite lackey of Brandon's. He was holding both hands up, shaking his head and making an excuse.

The wolverine rolled his eyes.

"Do you have it?" He asked impatiently.

"He said meeting in person is too risky," the zebra replied. "We're doing a dead drop."

For a moment there was silence, the wolverine looking disgruntled, then he shook his head and sighed.

"Fine," he said. "You got all the details?"

Seeing the wolverine's mood improve, the zebra straightened up and grinned, both hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket.

"It's a full ounce." He declared.

The wolverine's rounded ears fluttered, then perked. He laughed, showing a great many sharp teeth. Despite himself, Alex squirmed. An uncomfortable, almost numb feeling began to descend to the pit of his stomach. Though the conversation so far had been cryptic, the details could only be interpreted so many ways.

...Were they setting up a drug deal?

"Good," said the wolverine at last, still grinning far too widely. "We're gonna party tonight, Colombian style."

Yeah. Definitely a drug deal.

The zebra chuckled and glanced quickly around the gym's corner, then rolled his eyes.

"What took you so long, dude?" He asked.

Someone made an exaggerated groan, then a third football player stepped into view, a silver furred lynx with tufted ears and a pink nose. He was smaller than both of his friends but still build solidly. A pair of headphones hung around his neck, leaking a faint din of Metallica.

"Sorry, sorry," he said in a tone that did not at all suggest contrition. "I had to talk to the councilor about college and stuff, and--"

The wolverine waved a disinterested paw.

"Come on, let's get this over with." He said.

Together, the three of them turned and began walking away. Alex blinked, staring at their departure. A complicated swirl of emotions turned to flutters in the bottom of his stomach. It was probably cocaine, if the wolverine's comment about Colombia had been anything to go by...and this wasn't just a little deal. An ounce of blow was quite a lot.

For a long moment Alex hesitated. This wasn't his business, but at the same time he'd been placed in a very opportune position to do some good. All he'd need to do was tail Brandon and his friends, take some pictures of them in the act, then send them anonymously to the authorities. It all seemed very easy.

The nervous flutter in his stomach turned briefly to something warmer and more contented. Alex got up and slipped out from under the bleachers. He was wearing ordinary clothes; a red hoodie and track pants, and didn't think that he stood out.

The wolverine and his friends walked to the school parking lot and Alex hurried to fetch his bike. He knew that Brandon drove a black Porsche--his father owned the biggest dealership in town--and just hoped that he would be able to keep up.

Fortunately, none of them seemed to be in a hurry. They cruised along the street, music thumping, then turned towards the outskirts of town. There wasn't much out there, only an old industrial park. Alex felt only slightly nervous as he lost sight of his mark.

He knew where they had to be going.

The sun had turned reddish and was huge upon the horizon by the time that Alex reached the industrial park. It was abandoned and filled mostly with rusted sheetmetal buildings and the remains of ancient oil pumps. All around the park were empty fields filled with sage and scrub. No sign of other people at all. On the far horizon the glow of lights in town was beginning to become apparent. Breathing hard, his legs trembling with exertion, Alex turned cautiously in through the open front gate, shards of broken safety glass crunching beneath his bike's tires.

The Porsche was nowhere to be seen. Alex hesitated. Had he misjudged their destination? But, just as he was about to turn and see if there was anything else up the road, he heard the crash of something breaking, then faint laughter. Somebody said something, their words muffled by distance.

Alex hurried closer, leaving his bike propped in the shadow of a crooked water meter. The Porsche was parked around the far corner of a half collapsed warehouse, its windows glittering with orangey streaks of sunset.

Brandon and the other football players had tipped over an old television set and were poking around a pile of other junk stacked against the warehouse wall.

"What'd you say he left it in?" Brandon asked.

The zebra squinted at the heap of junk.

"Like, in the casing of an old radio. He said it'd be right there..."

"Can't trust junkies, man." The lynx said disdainfully.

Silently, Alex dug for his phone and began to film, hoping that the audio would be clear and the video not too trembly. His paws had begun to shake and his heart was racing. Now that he was actually in the middle of a potentially dangerous situation he didn't feel nearly as self assured.

Finally, the wolverine found an old black radio and cracked the front of the case off. Inside was a white package wrapped in tape. Immediately, the lynx and zebra whooped, punching the air.

"Fucking finally," the wolverine said, throwing the radio case aside. "Let's get out of here..."

Alex took a slow step backwards, glancing around himself for potential hiding spots. In only a few moments the Porsche would reverse past him, making for the front gate. If he wasn't hidden by then--

Something loud crunched beneath his foot. He'd stepped on a section of old fluorescent tubing, now a pile of white shards. All three football players looked up in perfect unison. The zebra and lynx wore expressions of open alarm but Brandon only stared, something dark and indescribable curling behind his eyes.

Alex froze, heart leaping into his throat. He was halfway hidden by the wall of the warehouse and thought that they probably hadn't recognized him. If he could run quickly enough and get to his bike there were plenty of dirt side roads that he could disappear down, especially with the evening turning more and more to shadow with each passing minute.

"Get him!" The wolverine shouted. Alex's paralysis broke and he turned to run. It felt strangely as though everything were happening in slow motion. There was his bike, propped behind the old water meter, and there, in the far corner of his vision, was the wolverine and the lynx, the zebra lagging slightly behind.

They were faster than Alex had expected and he couldn't stifle a little cry of alarm as he straddled his bike. But even as he pushed hard on the pedals a paw whipped toward his head, claws brushing one ear. For a split second Alex though he'd gotten away, then Brandon grabbed hold of his hood and yanked. Alex's mouth fell open as a hard line of fabric crushed tight against his windpipe and his bike flew ahead of him. The world was suddenly in slow motion, his legs flicking outwards, one arm going up, the other trying to grab at Brandon's arm.

He crashed to the ground, stinging one hip on the pavement, and then pulled backwards. Brandon grunted and tried to grab him but Alex slipped from his hoodie and backpedaled, eyes huge and fur badly mussed. Both the zebra and the lynx had caught up and for a half second they hesitated alongside Brandon, looking to their leader for a call. The wolverine curled his lip and then lunged.

Alex had never played a day of sports in all his life, but his species was known for agility and he dodged back, sharp black claws shearing the air before him. His left hip ached and his leg felt strangely weak underneath him, but all of that seemed distant and immaterial, the finer details of the world erased by a surge of adrenaline.

Even then, Alex was nearly blindsided by the lynx. He'd moved between Alex and the gate, trying to cut him off from any further retreat. A grasping paw shot forward, claws glittering with evening sunlight. The lynx slashed hard and even as Alex twisted away he felt his shirt go suddenly taut and then heard the sigh of ripping fabric. He expected to feel a horrible sting expand across his chest but the lynx's claws had just barely missed digging into him and he danced backwards with the front of his shirt in tatters and his heart skipping beats like a piece of malfunctioning machinery.

The lynx seemed surprised by the near miss as well; he overbalanced and tumbled to the ground with a startled yelp. Alex could only enjoy this for a split second before the zebra swung a wild haymaker and he had to duck and squirm back, falling nearly to all fours.

The wolverine was on him even before he could straighten up, one paw closing around his throat. Alex wheezed as he was hauled upright, black spots dancing wildly at the edges of his vision. The roar of blood in his ears throbbed deafeningly and Alex felt his mouth fall open. He grabbed at Brandon's wrist, claws baffled by thick fur, then threw a panicked punch straight into the wolverine's nose. It was a hard blow and would have knocked anyone else back, but Brandon didn't even blink. His lip curled and then Alex felt his feet leave the ground.

He was only airborne for a moment, then Brandon slammed him back down, the impact coming as a huge, numb burst of static that knocked all the remaining air from his lungs. He squirmed impotently on the ground, lungs seizing and eyes filled with tears. Terror throbbed at the back of his mind, but it was hard to focus on amidst everything else.

"You fucker," the lynx hissed, picking himself up. His letterman jacket was badly scuffed. "Get him up, I'm gonna break his face!" He tried to lunge, one foot cocking back for a kick, but then the wolverine put one paw almost distractedly out, stopping his friend in place.

For a split second Alex was confused. Why weren't they piling onto him? Then he saw the zebra crack a strange, confused smile.

"What the fuck is that?" He asked.

For a split second Alex could suddenly see himself as he was being seen; a bedraggled little pine marten in torn clothes, fur askew...and his chest binder clearly visible beneath the tattered ruins of his t-shirt. It had been dragged askew by the tips of the lynx's claws and Alex realized with a cold shock of fear that there was cleavage showing, his breasts threatening to pop free.

He tried to reach up and cover his chest, feeling shame and terror and embarrassment all at once, but the zebra knelt next to his head and then grabbed his arms, pinning them to the pavement. Before Alex could think to kick or scream, Brandon knelt across his thighs, now wearing a bemused grin of his own.

"Well holy shit," he said lightly. "Never would've guessed."

Alex shivered. The air was slowly coming back to his lungs and the black stars were leaving the corners of his vision, but he could hardly focus on any of that.

The lynx cocked his head, then laughed. The noise was sharp and ugly.

"He...she's a girl?" He asked uncomprehendingly.

"A girl who knew about our dead drop." The zebra said. His grip tightened, enough to make Alex whimper.

"I just overheard, it was an accident..." He managed.

Brandon was silent for an ominous moment, then patted his paws along the hips of Alex's track pants until he found his phone. Silently, the wolverine showed his lock screen.

Alex gave him the passcode, then listened with increasing worry as the audio from his video played, filled with tiny crackles of interference and wind. The lynx scowled. The zebra glared. Brandon nonchalantly deleted the video.

"Did you tell anyone?" He asked.

Hurriedly, Alex shook his head, then wondered if he ought to have lied. No matter, it was already too late. The lynx had gotten a crafty look onto his face.

"I bet he...she was under the bleachers," he said. "Then she just followed us."

"That's some serious shit you just tried to do, Alex," Brandon said. "We might've gone to jail...but I think you already know that."

Alex trembled and watched as Brandon pocketed his phone. A small, sick feeling told him that he probably wouldn't be getting it back.

"Y...You have my phone, you got rid of the video..." Alex tried to say, but the lynx scoffed and the zebra told him to shut the fuck up.

"Normally, I'd beat the fuck out of you," Brandon said flatly, but even as the threat registered Alex realized that he could feel the wolverine's claws tracing a light, malevolent path up the length of his stomach, to the lower edge of his chest binder. He stared, blinking hard, but couldn't say anything. His words had frozen. The wolverine's grin returned, even wider. "But in this case there are special circumstances."

Without further ado, Brandon reached up with both paws and tore his chest binder away, the fabric shredding like tissue paper. Alex cried out as though he himself had been physically struck. His breasts bounced free, tiny fingers of chilly evening wind passing over his dark nipples.

He'd always hated his chest, ever since puberty had brought with it the first telltale swell of flesh. He'd hated the tenderness of his nipples and the knowledge, received with a sickly sense of inevitability, that they would keep growing larger and more prominent, as though mocking his every attempt to hide the wrongness of the body he'd been born into.

It had been a very long time since his breasts had been looked at by anyone and having them so suddenly and unwillingly exposed felt nearly like an electric shock. Alex thrashed against the zebra's grip, tears of humiliation and fear burning in his eyes. The zebra only laughed. The lynx made a delighted whooping sound and actually jumped into the air. Brandon tossed the torn chest binder aside. It landed atop a little rainbow slick of oil, just one more piece of trash now.

"Please, please don't. Please!" Alex begged, hating just how high and frightened his voice had become. He sounded like a girl.

"Holy shit, how'd you ever think you were gonna hide those away?" The lynx laughed. He dropped to one knee, horribly close. Being surrounded by all three of his assailants was claustrophobic, all of them so much bigger and stronger than he was. Even the lynx, the smallest of them all, still had a head on Alex and was much more solidly built.

Again Alex tried to thrash free but Brandon and the zebra only laughed at his pitiful efforts. Alex wasn't out of shape by any means, but he also didn't lift weights or spend time tossing other people around on the football field.

Now that they'd gotten him onto the ground, they could do anything they liked.

The realization felt cold, like the barrel of a loaded gun.

"Quit it." Brandon said, and though his tone was light his voice carried enough malevolent authority that Alex stopped his resistance...for the moment. The wolverine's eyes tracked along his body, down to where his track pants had ridden low enough to expose the curves of his hips and the increasing silkiness of the fur which lined those most intimate parts of his body. "...Now let me be clear: you owe us an apology, not just for the shit you tried to pull with that video, but also for trying to keep all of this under wraps. You can call yourself whatever you want, tell yourself that you're a guy, I don't give a shit, but if you aren't gonna be using these then at least do the rest of us a favor and show them off."

A possessive heaviness fell across Alex's chest as Brandon spoke, the wolverine's paws groping the firm fullness of each breast in turn. Alex trembled but didn't dare move. Tears blurred his vision, fracturing the sunset, and he felt his lower lip begin to tremble. He was dangerously close to sobbing, he realized, and felt shame anew for that demonstration of weakness.

"P-Please, I'm so sorry..." He began to babble, but was silenced by a scoff from the wolverine.

"Don't tell me, show me." Brandon said, one paw dropping to rest between Alex's legs. Though his touch was (mercifully) baffled by several layers of fabric, Alex still whimpered as the wolverine caressed him. The space between his legs had always felt...empty, and to have that highlighted made him feel panicked, even more so than the exposure of his chest.

There were all sorts of terrible things that the wolverine and his friends could do with that part of his body. A surge of nausea rose and for a dizzy, frightened moment Alex thought that he might be sick, or that he might faint dead away. But though the world spun for a disorienting moment he remained regrettably present. Trapped.

"You're gonna get in the car with us and go for a little ride." Brandon continued. He pinched Alex's left nipple between a pair of fingers and the shock of pain that rose snapped Alex back to the moment. The wolverine grinned down at him, teeth glinting in the half light of a dying sunset. The color at the top of the sky was a dark, silky blue, unadorned as of yet by any stars.

All three of his attackers stared down, faces lit by open, ugly eagerness. Alex wondered for a split second why they were bothering with the facade, why they didn't just strip off the last of his clothes and rape him here...but the answer was apparent. They wanted to go somewhere more comfortable, maybe even to one of their houses (assuming their parents weren't home).

For an instant Alex wanted badly to laugh, then a low, hollow feeling of despair filled him instead. There was no way out of this. And...if he agreed, then maybe that would give him a few minutes to think of something, or...or...

Lightly, Brandon tapped one of his cheeks, then the other.

"Well?" He asked insistently.

"F...Fine. Okay." Alex managed. Even though he knew the answer was a forced one, it still filled him with a hot blush of humiliation. The zebra let go of his arms and Brandon stood. Alex was more lifted to his feet than allowed to get up on his own. The lynx came close, grabbing his right arm while the zebra took his left.

The Porsche's lights flickered as Brandon unlocked it and for a strange moment Alex contemplated that he'd never been in a car so nice before. It was strange in a way that it would be taking him to a place where bad things would happen. Again he felt sick.

They shoved him into the backseat, the lynx and zebra sitting on either side of him so he couldn't jump from the door or even open the windows. Flashes of old gangster movies reeled through Alex's mind. He wanted to laugh again, but was convulsed by a shiver instead. Fancy black leather upholstery creaked beneath him.

"Not so tough now." The lynx hissed, leaning in close. Alex tried to look away but the lynx put a paw under his chin and then nipped his ear, a burst of warm breath ruffling the fur on the side of his neck. One of the zebra's hands came and squeezed his left breast. Alex let out a small, shivery breath but knew better than to say anything. His mind kept going in circles, fragments of thought spinning meaninglessly away.

The car's engine started with a growl, then they turned and were heading for the front gate. Alex caught a glimpse of his bike, lying abandoned next to a heap of old particleboard, then they were off and driving into a gathering night.

If being pinned to the ground had been bad, being pressed up against his attackers was somehow even worse. The Porsche's backseat was not a very large place and even without moving Alex's arms were pinned to his sides. There was a little more room for his legs, but even though Alex did his best to keep them pinned shut, the zebra and lynx worked together to force them open. They were effortlessly strong and even though Alex tried not to think about it, he couldn't help but feel ashamed by how easily they were taking advantage of him. It was hardly a masculine thing to be overpowered of in such a way, dismantled piece by piece until he was completely at the mercy of his assailants.

The lynx was quicker in pushing a paw down the front of Alex's track pants. There was nowhere to retreat to, no space even to squirm. Alex could only stare hard at the Porsche's dashboard as feline fingers rubbed clumsily across the silken folds of his pussy. Again the mere sensation of unwelcome paws across all his most hidden parts made him want to weep. Even more so when the lynx pushed a finger into his slit, then leaned possessively in to kiss the side of his neck. Alex felt a brief prickle of teeth through his fur, then a huff of hot breath.

"You've got a tight little pussy down there," the lynx said, his voice low with lust. "...You ever taken a cock before?"

Alex said nothing, just trembled and tried not to cry. The zebra was still groping his breasts, but somehow that felt less violating than what the lynx was doing; attempting to wring some sort of fucked up intimacy out of the situation.

His silence must have been unappreciated because the lynx growled low in his throat and suddenly things were moving fast, feline paws gripping his hips and trying to force him sideways in the Porsche's backseat. Leather groaned and Alex felt his pants being tugged down. For a moment the zebra seemed confused, then he smiled and heavy hands closed around the sides of Alex's head. He groaned as his face was pushed against the zebra's stomach, then into the equine's groin. The firmness of a growing erection pressed insistently against Alex's cheek.

He curled his tail and caught the back of his pants before they could be tugged away, but the lynx only laughed and slapped him across the rear. It was all Alex could do not to yelp. His legs were caught somewhere and he couldn't kick.

A zipper rasped and cold terror shot through him, but when Alex tried to glance back the zebra forced his head straight and then was moving to undo his own zipper. He was saying something but a buzz of rising panic had swallowed the world and--

"Fucking hold off," Brandon growled from the driver's seat, flashing an irritated look into the back. "That leather you're sitting on is worth more than all of you combined. Why you do think I kept her pants on?"

The lynx and the zebra, looking suddenly chastened, slowly slid back to their original positions, Alex once more sandwiched between them. He shivered silently, fur badly mussed and tears streaking his face. A curious null sensation burned between his legs where the lynx had touched him.

They'd been only moments away from...

He couldn't bear to think about it.

There had to be something he could do, some arrangement made to keep them from violating him in that particular way. Though he'd never had much cause to think about it previously, the fact that he did not take birth control shot suddenly into his mind and lodged there like a splinter of shrapnel. He ignored the silent looks from the lynx and the zebra, as though Brandon's interjection had been his fault, and tried desperately to form a plan.

The rest of the drive was deceptively sedate. They were going to the rich part of town, along cul-de-sac streets lined with huge houses and yards filled with trimmed hedges and bordered by wrought iron gates. The Porsche pulled up the driveway of one such house and into the darkness of a garage. The door rumbled down behind them and the lights clicked on, bathing them in a dirty orange glow.

For the first time in a while Alex experience silence, all but for the rapid, panicky thrum of his own heart. Each action felt slightly distanced now that he had arrived at the heart of what promised to be his own looming destruction, the borders of the world rimmed by colorless static.

"My parents are away on business, so don't worry about being quiet," the wolverine said as he stepped from the Porsche, his voice infuriatingly nonchalant. "We've got the house all to ourselves."

"Is your sister still doing that lacrosse thing?" The zebra asked.

"Until Monday." Brandon said with a tiny roll of his eyes, then sent his friend to go get some beer from the fridge. As the zebra left, Brandon turned and Alex felt an arm wrap casually around his shoulders, the lynx neatly supplanted. Deflated, the feline excused himself.

Suddenly, they were quite alone. The garage, previously cavernous, now felt all too close.

"Come on, mi casa es su casa," the wolverine said, then snickered at his own cruel mockery of hostly etiquette and closed his paw possessively around Alex's far shoulder, keeping him close. "I hope you've done some thinking about your apology." A rumbly growl underlined Brandon's words and made Alex's legs go watery beneath him.

"I..." He tried to say, but was already being borne forward.

They passed through a huge kitchen, the floor made of black and white checkered tiles. Each appliance was large and made from stainless steel, nothing more than a few years old. On every wall were photos of savagely grinning wolverines, affluent cruelty beaming from their eyes. The zebra had opened the fridge and was raiding it for beer, the lynx lingering nearby. He seemed a bit unhappy to have been removed from the center of the action. Alex saw that he hadn't done his fly all the way back up and immediately felt ill again.

Next to the kitchen was a softly carpeted living room with a huge white fabric sofa and an immense flatscreen TV mounted on the lefthand wall. Opposite him, Alex could see broad windows (the zebra was quick to do up the curtains) and then the front door. A wide staircase led up to a second floor.

Alex's eyes lingered on the front door, but even as he entertained desperate thoughts of flight and escape a deeper, colder instinct knew that he would never make it. And even if he did his secret would be ruined. If he said anything it would be his word (and no solid evidence behind it) up against that of Brandon, the captain of the football team.

He took as deep a breath as he could muster and looked nervously to Brandon, then to the lynx and the zebra. The TV clicked on, but only to a blue screen. Music began to play from the speakers, though Alex was so frightened he could hardly parse the rhythms.

The white packet of cocaine made a reappearance, Brandon tossing it idly to the lynx, who fumbled the ounce between his paws.

"Go cut up some lines," the wolverine said. "We're celebrating." Even as the last words passed his lips he casually pushed Alex onto the sofa, amidst a small sea of soft cushions. The lynx returned with a small mirror onto which had been arrayed a half dozen thin lines of white powder. His nose was twitching wildly and his whiskers were splayed out. He made a guttural noise of satisfaction and set the mirror onto the glass coffee table with a hard clink.

"That's good shit." He announced and the zebra immediately went to do a line of his own with a rolled up twenty dollar bill. Not to be outdone, Brandon immediately produced a hundred.

"Take off your pants." He ordered.

It took Alex a hazy moment to realize that he was being addressed.

"Wait..." He tried to say, but the lynx leapt on him before he could manage any more, pinning him against the back of the sofa. A forearm pressed against his throat and once again Alex felt the lynx tugging at his pants. He had to jerk his head to the side in order to keep the lynx from kissing him. The feline's eyes were bright and rimmed with red, crumbs of white powder caught in his whiskers. A frenetic, frightening energy suffused him.

Alex couldn't have kept his pants on if he'd tried. Fabric tore and then he was completely naked, trembling on the sofa as the zebra drifted nearer, one hand dropping to massage a growing bulge.

The lynx had tented his own shorts as well, an eager feline erection poking hard against one of Alex's thighs.

"Not your place to argue, bitch." He huffed, then was trying to work his zipper down once more. It seemed to have gotten caught in the fabric, but that wouldn't stop him for long.

Behind the lynx, Alex saw Brandon lean down and do a casual line off of the mirror. The wolverine's fur spiked up into jagged clumps and he shook his head sharply, a growl of pleasure leaking from the back of his throat. He smirked at the scene on the couch.

Alex squirmed, a desperate whining snarl rising up, and managed to put his knees between himself and the lynx, who overbalanced and slid off of the sofa with a thump and a snarled curse. The zebra laughed and started forward, only to be preempted by Brandon.

For a split second Alex thought about trying to crawl over the back of the sofa, anything to get away from this new threat, but then the wolverine's paws closed around his ankles and yanked his legs straight, forcing him into a low slouch against the back of the sofa. Alex tried to kick but found his resistance effortlessly subverted, Brandon coming in close, movements smooth and practiced.

Once more it seemed like he was viewing things from a slight distance. Alex became suddenly aware of the small, high noises of fright leaking from between his lips and wanted badly to curl into a tight little ball.

Brandon forced his legs open, then pressed his hips between them. The front of the wolverine's pants were taut and Alex thought that he could smell a hint of masculine musk hanging at the edge of the air, past the sourness of beer and the bitter metallic tang of his own fear.

A rough paw groped between his legs, blunt claws grazing the folds of his slit. Alex quivered, but fortunately Brandon didn't try to finger him. Instead, the wolverine leaned in close, still grinning. His paws came up and Alex felt his legs levered even further apart, then there was the hardness of a male bulge pressing between his legs, sheathed only by a few millimeters of fabric.

Alex groaned and managed to get his arms up, but could only press the flat of his paws against Brandon's chest. The wolverine hardly seemed to notice, it was like trying to stop a landslide with a toothpick.

The buzz of panic at the edges of the world had risen to a shriek. Still, words managed to come, a desperate gambit.

"I'll do whatever you want, just please don't fuck my pussy!" Alex cried before he could think better of it.

A little shiver of surprise went across the room. The lynx, still grumbling to himself, looked sharply up from where he was about to do a second line.

Brandon glanced down, halfway surprised. The weight of his body didn't change, nor did the pressure of his grip, but Alex was relieved to find the wolverine not moving anymore. He scrambled to keep speaking, before shame and humiliation could conspire to silence him.

"Don't...don't fuck my pussy." It felt obscene to acknowledge the parts which lay between his legs and the violent desire being displayed towards them. Worse still to capitulate and place himself at the mercy of his assailants, to give them even an inch. But what else could he do? Simply lying back and letting them take turns on his virgin slit was incomprehensible.

Finally, Brandon edged back a bit, though his grip on Alex's thighs did not loosen. The wolverine had an expression of perverse curiosity on his face, though his eyes had lost none of their cool, sadistic self assurance.

"Don't?" He asked lightly, eyes dropping between Alex's legs. Even the weight of the wolverine's gaze, so freely surveying all that was most vulnerable about his victim, made Alex feel sick with dread. "What makes you think you have any room to talk?" As he spoke, one paw dropped to undo the front of his pants. The wolverine's cock was thick and blunt, protruding from a sheath partially hidden by a thick, nearly tangled bush of black fur. A heavy pair of balls swayed below, each the size of a fist. The whole masculine array made Alex's heart skip a beat, a weird fizzy numbness filling the space between his legs. The thought of actually having all of that forced inside of him...

He just barely managed to hold firm, tearing his eyes from the looming threat. That Brandon was even pausing to talk to him was proof that there had to be something to his proposal...distasteful as it was.

Either that or the wolverine would laugh at him for even trying and then rape him anyway. It didn't seem that his friends knew the exact plan, but they'd seen what was happening and began to slowly follow in the wolverine's path, the lynx still fiddling with his jammed zipper. The zebra pushed his own pants down, freeing an intimidatingly large ebony shaft with the beginnings of an aroused flare at its tip.

It was only with some difficulty that Alex could reel his mind back to what the wolverine had asked. He needed to offer some justification, some reason why they shouldn't just push him down and take turns on his cunt.

"If you don't, you won't have to force me."

The words came as a miserable mumble. Brandon shifted and Alex let out a tiny whimpering mewl as he felt the hot press of the wolverine's cock against the inside of one thigh. His assailant slowly ground against the silken fur there, inching perilously close to the trembling folds of his sable slit.

"You worried that we'll get you pregnant, is that it?" Brandon asked teasingly. Though the question was posed with the same nonchalance as all his other asides, Alex felt the wolverine's cock twitch, a point of hot, slick wetness soaking through his fur.

"Just fuck her already." The lynx said impatiently, then finally managed to get his zipper down. He was less well endowed than both of his friends, but still not small by any means. A pink feline shaft, lined with pointed barbs, twitched eagerly in the open air, a bead of clear pre hanging wetly from its tip.

All of the fear and shame and burning humiliation inside of Alex boiled over.

"I'm not a girl!" He shouted, at once furious and desperate and...entirely impotent.

For a half second his assailants seemed mildly surprised by the outburst, then they just laughed. Alex trembled. As completely expected as this was, it still felt strangely as though he'd been punched in the stomach.

"You got a pretty cute pussy for a guy." The zebra said mockingly.

"Nice tits too." Added the lynx, his grin sharp as broken glass.

Then, suddenly, Brandon stood and took a small step back, leaving Alex trembling on the sofa. It took him a moment even to realize that he was free (...or as free as he could be, given the situation), but when he went to close his legs, the wolverine wagged a finger and Alex made himself freeze. Brandon's cock bobbed before his eyes, intimidatingly thick, its blunt head wet with pre.

"Show me," he ordered, stroking one paw slowly along the length of his shaft. "What will you do to keep me from pinning you down and breeding your tight little cunt?"

Alex trembled, mind gone agonizingly blank for a long moment. Then, hating each and every bit of effort he put into the gesture, Alex let his mouth fall open, paws balled by his sides, hard enough that his claws dug into the flesh of his palms. His legs were still open and the hungry gazes of Brandon's friends felt abhorrent.

The wolverine's grin went disturbingly wide for a moment, then he stepped forward onto the couch, pressing his groin and the eager protrusion of his pre dripping cock into Alex's face. It was all Alex could do not to jerk away or turn his head to the side. Instead he slitted his eyes, as though he were walking into the teeth of an icy gust, steeled himself, and let the wolverine's cock fill his muzzle.

Immediately his nose filled with a warm, very male scent; musk and a hint of sweat. It was heady and somehow domineering, the fact that his nose was pressed right into Brandon's groin seemed to intensify that feeling. This was compounded by the salty bitterness of pre and another taste that Alex couldn't identify. He'd never been with a man before, with...anyone, come to think of it.

He froze, badly overwhelmed, then had to squirm and try to angle his head back as Brandon shoved his hips forward, pinning Alex between him and the sofa. Cushions fell to the floor and the lynx and zebra both made low, hungry noises that made the fur along Alex's spine stand straight up.

It wasn't painful, exactly, to take such a large object into his throat, but Alex suddenly found it hard to breathe. He could no longer use his jaws and even his nose was baffled by thick curls of dark fur. A familiar bloom of black spots began to appear at the corners of his vision, complimenting a colorless band of panic induced tunnel vision.

He put his paws up, bracing them against Brandon's thighs. The wolverine ground his hips against Alex's face and let out a low, pleased breath. He'd gone to one knee on the couch, the pressure of his presence nearly too much to bear.

Alex groaned and choked, threads of saliva running from the corners of his mouth. A splash of salty pre wet the back of his tongue and tickled his throat.

"Good girl." Brandon said.

Alex shivered with silent rage, tears trickling down his face, but though the thought of resistance entered his mind, he didn't do a thing. This, in the very worst sense, was what he wanted. The least bad option in what was already an extremely undesirable situation.

Then, suddenly, there were paws sliding up the insides of his thighs, the lynx and zebra both come to help take advantage of him. Alex wanted to slam his legs shut but knew better than to try. A huge hand grabbed his right wrist and Alex felt his paw being molded around a stiff equine shaft. The zebra sighed with pleasure as Alex began stroking him, feeling worse with each new rivulet of pre that wet his fingers.

He expected the lynx to do a similar thing, but the paws stroking his thighs did not retreat and instead Alex felt a worrying and regrettably familiar huff of warm breath between his legs.

Brandon must have felt him tense up, for the wolverine framed his head with both paws, fingers finding the corners of his mouth, ensuring that it was wide open and ready to accept each new thrust of his saliva slicked cock. Alex could hear the wolverine beginning to pant, his heavy balls twitching and jerking each time they came to be pressed against his chin.

"How's her mouth, bro?" The zebra asked, still guiding Alex's paw along his shaft. His pace was leisurely and Alex suspected that he was merely waiting his turn rather than actively trying to get off.

Brandon laughed and ground his hips against Alex's face, making him squirm and gag.

"No way she hasn't done this before." He said and seemed to delight in the silent shiver of rage that lit his victim's eyes.

The zebra squeezed Alex's wrist, nearly hard enough to hurt.

"Hope you're ready for all this, bitch." He said. Alex had to resist an urge to grab his balls and twist.

Between Alex's legs the lynx laughed at the little exchange, then leaned in and pushed his tongue between the lips of his pussy. Alex squirmed. It felt wet and entirely unwelcome, the fact that the lynx was enjoying himself made it even worse.

Again he felt overwhelmed, violated on all sides. When the lynx pushed a pair of fingers into him, he couldn't stop from clenching down on the invading digits, even as they thrust busily in and out of his newly violated slit. The sensation was bizarre, a pressure that seemed to give and flex and made a funny feeling swirl in the bottom of his stomach.

"She's getting so wet," the lynx grunted, lifting his head from between Alex's thighs. "I have to fuck her."

Brandon glanced back over one shoulder, distracted from his own work. Still, his thrusting didn't slow down for even a second.

"Use a condom, I don't want her getting sloppy." He said mildly.

Alex blinked hard, disrupting a veil of tears, then made a loud, aggrieved noise. His free paw pushed hard against Brandon's thigh, but the wolverine hardly seemed to notice. A hollow, desolate feeling of terror filled the pit of his stomach and made him feel nearly immaterial, as though the lightest breeze could tear him full of holes.

"A condom?" The lynx whined. He'd gone to his knees and Alex could feel the pointed tip of his feline shaft rubbing against the fur just above his left knee. "Come on, do I really have to?"

"Yes." Brandon said without hesitation, then glanced down at Alex with open amusement. The lynx sighed and began to rifle through his pants, looking for the obligatory condom that every guy seemed to keep in their wallet.

Alex wanted to beg, to bite and claw and plead and a thousand other things, but the wolverine was already speaking again, slowing to hilt his cock almost intimately into Alex's mouth. He whined and had to fight back an urge to gag.

"You should know how this works by now," the wolverine said with perverse gentleness, stroking behind Alex's left ear with a pair of strong fingers. "What are you gonna give in order to keep him from breaking in your cunt?"

Alex turned his gaze away but Brandon only smiled. The wolverine's paws tightened and then was shoving forward again, using his mouth with hard, quick thrusts.

Desperate thoughts flashed through Alex's mind but it was hard to focus, difficult to come up with a plan. What could he offer, and how could he even offer it? He couldn't speak, couldn't even see. The fact that he could only identify what the lynx was doing by touch made him feel even more vulnerable than before.

Then something clicked, another least worst idea, something that would hurt him but...

But at least he wouldn't be broken.

Slowly, Alex let his tail fall straight and then swished it across the lynx's stomach, trying to get the feline's attention. He felt the lynx hesitate, then a paw grabbed his tail and held onto the base. Alex shifted his hips and pushed them up, exposing the tight little pucker just beneath his tail.

The lynx made a small, surprised noise. When he spoke there was a purr rumbling alongside his words.

"Guess how bad this bitch wants us to stay away from her pussy?" He asked, then snickered and kept talking before anyone could respond. "First time a girl's wanted me to fuck her ass instead."

Alex felt a cold, saliva slicked finger trace a quick circle around the rim of his tail-hole, then the lynx pushed in, quickly adding another. Perhaps it was all the adrenaline of the situation but the lynx's intrusion didn't really hurt. Instead, Alex simply felt a bizarre full sensation. The urge throbbed within him to shriek at the lynx that he didn't want any of this, but knew that even if he could have it would be of no use.

All he could do was simply try to bear things and hope that hie could outlast his assailants before they wore him down and...

He couldn't bear to think any further.

Another hot spurt of pre fired into the back of his throat and Alex dutifully ran his tongue along the underside of Brandon's cock, lavishing his throbbing shaft. In a way he'd begun to grow used to the intricacies of forced oral, the rhythms that governed where and when he was able to breathe, and the way the wolverine's cock twitched and jerked in his mouth. As terrible as it was, the process had become less frightening. If he could do the same for the zebra then maybe his assailants would be satisfied. Maybe they'd let him go.

Before he could think on that any further, the lynx withdrew his fingers and Alex felt a firm grip reestablished on his thighs. He did his best to relax, even amidst a surge of coming terror and shame. It felt wretched to be giving himself up without a fight.

Something hot and slick pressed at his tail-hole for a moment, then the lynx gathered himself and was pushing slowly in. Alex groaned and was unable to stifle a whimper, his legs kicking as the lynx claimed his ass. Perhaps the only saving grace was that the lynx's shaft was tapered, the tip sharply pointed and lined with soft, rubbery barbs. A shock of pain flickered through Alex's center, then was replaced by a deep ache which brought tears to his eyes.

Again he forced himself to relax and was nearly relieved when he felt the lynx's hips meet his, six inches of feline cock pressed into his tail-hole and a pair of large, silvery furred balls churning with desperate need.

The lynx's breathing was already hectic and upon his first thrust Alex felt a heated pulse of pre shoot deeper into him, lubing his freshly conquered tail-hole.

"Look," he panted. "She has a cock between her legs now. Mission accomplished!"

The zebra laughed and Alex saw Brandon smile, albeit a little shakily. The wolverine's mouth had fallen open and he'd begun to pant, his cock drooling salty streams of pre. They all but overflowed Alex's mouth each time the wolverine drew back for a fresh thrust.

"Don't forget my balls." He ordered gruffly.

Obediently, Alex slid his free paw down between his assailant's legs, doing his best to ignore another hot crackle of shame at how easy it was becoming to obey. Brandon's balls just barely fit into his paw, but the wolverine let out a satisfied groan, his thrusts becoming sharper and shorter.

"I'm gonna cum," he panted, half to himself, then tweaked Alex's left ear between two fingers, forcing him to look up. "Be a good girl and swallow."

Alex knew better than to glare or do anything other than look pointedly away. Brandon only laughed. He knew that he would be obeyed.

Between his legs, the lynx began to set up a quick, eager rhythm, pounding his tapered shaft into Alex's tail-hole with abandon. Alex whimpered in time with each new thrust, legs shivering at the unwelcome new sensations which curled so coldly in his center. The full feeling hadn't gone away and indeed he felt a pulse of profound discomfort each time the lynx pushed especially deep into him, forcing tight bands of muscles to reluctantly give way.

Then, suddenly, there was the click of a shutter, photos being taken on a phone camera. Alex could hardly focus on it except for a dreadful sinking sensation in the bottom of his stomach. He could only imagine what the pictures showed; a cock hilted into his ass, smears of pre dampening the fur at the base of his tail. Maybe the lynx was taking video.

Before he could think any further, Brandon growled low in his throat and Alex braced himself as best he could, opening his mouth wide to admit a final hard flurry of thrusts, the wolverine pumping his cock into the soft velvety heat of his victim's throat. A thick splash of bitter seed poured down Alex's throat and he squirmed in place as it overflowed his mouth, splatters of cum running between his breasts and staining the fur on his throat.

"Oh fuck." Brandon grunted from between gritted teeth, his grip on the sides of Alex's head tightening so hard that he couldn't stifle a pained whine. The wolverine couldn't say anything more, just growled and shoved his spurting cock down Alex's throat again and again until at last he had nothing more to give.

His spent cock slipped from between Alex's lips, leaving the marten trembling and spattered with seed. One of the wolverine's paws lingered on the side of his head even as he stepped off to the side. Alex cringed beneath his assailant's touch.

"We'll have to do that again later," the wolverine said, voice low and husky with satisfaction. "Just you and me."

Alex shivered and said nothing. Brandon stepped away, a delighted shiver fluffing up all the fur on his tail. In his absence, Alex was momentarily startled by just how open the living room now seemed. There was the lynx between his legs, paws sliding up to grip his waist and pull him further down onto his barbed length, and there was the zebra too, coming in to take Brandon's place.

"Flip her over." The equine grunted, sliding one hand along the length of his pre slicked shaft.

The lynx, whose paws were beginning to slid along Alex's stomach and towards his breasts, hesitated for a moment, then begrudgingly acquiesced to the new course of action. Alex felt himself tugged further off the couch and into the lynx's lap, the full length of the feline's tapered shaft spearing into his tail-hole.

Alex gritted his teeth but could hardly hope to mitigate what was coming, his legs were trembly and the lynx handled him with paramount ease, leaning in to nip his throat and squeeze his breasts with fond, horrible affection.

The zebra sat down heavily upon the couch and, together, he and the lynx flipped Alex onto all fours, the feline working hard to ensure that his cock remained snugly hilted into the pine marten's tail-hole.

Alex all but collapsed against the zebra, paws braced against the equine's abs and his nose pressed into the underside of his assailant's cock. Behind him, the lynx gripped his hips and pumped into his tail-hole, a chorus of pleasured grunts and wet slaps heralding his rising pleasure. Some of the ache had begun to fade from out of Alex's center, but that hardly made him feel any better.

The zebra looked worryingly turned on as well. Before Alex could hope to try and steer the situation, hands closed on his shoulders and tugged him closer, the zebra's hard shaft pressed between the swell of his breasts.

Alex reluctantly obeyed the zebra's silent order, bringing his paws up to his chest and allowing the momentum of the lynx's humping to push him up and down the zebra's twitching cock. He'd begun to flare already and streams of pre fountained from the broad head of his member. A half remembered joke ricocheted bizarrely through Alex's mind, something about equines being quickshots, and he had to bite back a burst of hysterical laughter. Or maybe a sob. He could no longer be sure.

Brandon was aiming his phone at the whole scene when Alex next looked, the wolverine leaning casually against the marble topped counter which divided the kitchen from the living room, recording the whole event for posterity. The zebra grinned at him, then made a vague beckoning gesture. Brandon tossed him a can of beer. When he opened it spurts of cold, sour foam rained down upon Alex's head.

"Keep going," the zebra panted. "Like that..." His hips bucked, pushing the head of his cock against Alex's mouth. Reluctantly, Alex licked the underside of the equine's shaft, filling his mouth with creamy pre.

Behind him, the lynx landed an especially deep thrust, wringing a pained squeak from Alex. The feline was shivering with the effort of maintaining such a pace, his cock spasming.

"Take it easy, bro, you're gonna break her in half." Brandon snickered, bringing his camera closer. Alex cringed away from the lens, a sick supposition coming to mind that all the pictures and videos of his debasement would sooner or later be coming back to haunt him.

Before he could think any further the zebra groaned and sank back against the sofa, a strained grunt leaking through gritted teeth. Alex felt the equine's balls tense, then a hard jet of sticky zebra seed splashed against his mouth and chin. He jolted back, surprised by the sheer volume, and felt his chest drenched by another few quick spurts. The zebra stroked himself with one hand, groaning out loud.

Laughing, the lynx leaned forward and shoved Alex's head into the zebra's lap, forcing the last few heavy pulses of seed into his unwilling mouth.

"Take it, bitch," the lynx huffed. "Take it, take it..." His words dissolved into a snarl and Alex could only stare miserably down as the lynx came, thin spurts of hot feline seed filling his tail-hole and drooling out from around his rapist's barbed shaft.

Though Alex wanted badly to slump over and curl into the tiniest ball he could, he simply stayed where he was and tried not to move too suddenly or do anything that would remind him of the abuses that had been wrought upon his vulnerable body.

The lynx withdrew with a little gasp and stroked one last rope of pearly seed across Alex's rear, then sat back next to the coffee table and began rolling a dollar bill so he could do a fresh line.

"Enjoying yourself?" Brandon asked, coming in close.

Alex knew better than to be truthful, but he also couldn't bear to lie, even if it would please his assailants. He blinked hard and stared at the floor, trying to ignore the sensation of the lynx's cum drooling slowly down the inside of his thighs.

"Don't worry," the wolverine said, ruffling the fur between Alex's ears. "...I've got something you'll like." With that he padded upstairs. The zebra hauled Alex onto the couch and the lynx joined him. Suddenly it was like they were in the car again, though this time Alex felt too shellshocked and despondent to even try resisting, even as the lynx put an arm around his shoulder and began flipping through pictures and short videos.

It hardly felt real to look at himself from such a different, distressing angle, dominated so thoroughly. Alex had to shut his eyes when he was shown the video of the lynx's climax, it made his tail-hole burn anew.

"Don't be so fucking uppity, I felt you clench down on my cock." The lynx growled. His eyes were even redder than before and Alex could feel worryingly frenetic vibrations pouring out from the feline's center, portending sadistic energy yet to be spent. A feline paw dropped between his legs and Alex tensed as the lynx stroked his pussy.

"Why do you even care what we do?" The zebra asked, cracking a fresh beer. He was beginning to slur the edges of his words and leaned in far too close to talk. "If you don't want your tits and you don't want your cunt, then what does it matter if you let us have some fun with them?"

"No kidding," the lynx agreed, then dragged Alex into his lap. Alex went with a tiny, frightened whimper but otherwise managed to stay silent, even when the lynx's paws came up to squeeze his breasts. "A real fucking shame to bind these up."

Above them, Brandon's heavy tread sounded upon the stairs and a moment later the wolverine came back into the living room with something tucked casually beneath one arm. Alex couldn't tell what it was, only that he could see a tiny hint of something...purple.

"Anyone wanna take her for another round?" The wolverine casually asked.

Alex stiffened and tried to shift off of the lynx's lap, but found himself easily restrained.

"I'm starting to wonder what her pussy's like." The feline said, still kneading Alex's breasts. Alex could feel the firmness of a barbed erection growing between his thighs.

"No..." He groaned, voice tiny.

"Running out of ideas?" Brandon asked, the edges of a grin creeping across his face. "How about I bail you out, just this once."

"Dude." The lynx began to complain, but shut himself up at a glance from Brandon.

"Stand up." The wolverine ordered, making a small, sharp gesture in Alex's direction.

Reluctantly, the lynx and zebra loosened their grips and Alex found himself pushed forward. He stood upon trembling legs and only barely managed to keep his balance. A feeling of relief, since now nobody was touching him, curdled immediately into dread as Brandon approached.

He was holding a long, purple...it took Alex a stuttery, frightened moment to realize that it was a dildo, thick and blunt, distressingly reminiscent of the wolverine's cock.

The lynx and zebra both stared for a moment, caught off guard, then they began to cackle. The zebra nearly fell off the couch, swaying unsteadily in place.

"Where the fuck did that come from?" He asked.

"It's my sister's." Said Brandon, with such perfect confidence that though his friends again exchanged a startled glance, neither of them remarked on it. Together, their gazes turned to Alex, sadistic grins expanding.

Brandon pushed the dildo into his paws, then made a show of stepping back. Alex found himself alone at the head of the room, bad music throbbing past his ears, his tail twitching anxiously against the backs of his thighs.

There was no question of what they expected him to do, but still he had to suppress a shivery pulse of nausea before taking the dildo and rubbing its tip shakily between his legs. This was what women did...right?

Even the thought of that, emulating some pornographic kink, nearly made him whimper, but Alex cast his thoughts determinedly away from the reality of the situation. He would do this, let them debase him in this way so that they wouldn't do worse to him later.

Still, an ugly supposition would not leave his mind; a terrible feeling that no matter what the night would still probably end with them pinning his legs open and...

The head of the dildo slipped into him almost like an exclamation point and Alex could not suppress a tiny gasp. He'd fingered himself, of course, but had never used a toy of any kind. This was a new experience.

The lynx and zebra chuckled at the uncertainty of his expression and the trembling of his legs. Alex pushed the dildo in a little further, a sensation of weird fullness expanding between his legs. He'd broken his hymen a long time ago, mostly on accident, and for a strange moment felt nearly ashamed about that fact. He wondered what assumptions his attackers would be making, then decided that he couldn't bother caring.

Brandon was right next to him again, almost before he could react.

"Bend over." The wolverine growled, then spun him around and forced him over the coffee table so that he was presenting his rear to everyone else; the lips of his pussy stretched tight around the dildo's girth. Staring down, Alex could see himself palely reflected in the glass, amidst tiny smudges and crumbs of spilt cocaine. Fresh tears welled in his eyes and he pumped the dildo ever deeper into himself, moving mechanically. He had bite his lip in order to hide a sob.

Behind him, dreadfully unseen, the lynx growled low in his throat and made small, suggestive comments. Alex had heard them all before, the lynx was hardly creative, but there were paws stroking along his thighs and tail, squeezing his ass. A wet, slick noise told him that the lynx was stroking himself. The zebra laughed and crushed a beer can, then stood and slumped against the nearest wall, still laughing distractedly to himself.

"Fucking lightweight, you're done already?" Brandon asked mockingly.

The zebra blew out a breath, then slid to the floor and was quiet. Alex felt something that might have been relief for a moment, but his situation was still so bad that he could hardly be cheered.

Brandon took the little mirror and Alex heard him snort a line, the wolverine snarling contentedly. The lynx followed suit and suddenly there was a dreadful tension in the air, crackling like a downed electrical line. The mirror clattered back down, dusted with tiny white trails.

"You're really fucking boring when I'm not telling you what to do, you know that?" Brandon asked, leaning in close. Alex faltered, trying to cringe away, but a paw gripped him by the scruff of his neck and he was hauled upright. His paws flew out and he tried to grip onto Brandon's wrist, but the wolverine could hardly be deterred.

Alex stood on shaky legs, a tiny mew of distress whimpering through his gritted teeth. His vision was so filled with tears that he could only see Brandon and the lynx as vague shapes, filled with dread potential.

Between his legs, Alex felt the dildo shift, then slide out of him. It dropped to the floor with a thump, drawing a lewd, slick trail down the inside of his thighs. The sensation of being empty once more made Alex squirm.

"What a bad, ungrateful girl," Brandon growled, but his anger felt weirdly performative, as though this were something he'd been expecting. "You can't even moan or give us any positions? Maybe you want us to fuck you. Is that it?"

"No. Please..." Alex murmured, but couldn't say anything more. A cold, numb surge of panic had already swallowed the pit of his stomach. It felt nearly as though he were floating, even the sparkles of pain where Brandon had grabbed his scruff seeming to fade. Through all of that, the inevitability of the situation had become apparent.

The wolverine laughed and pushed him back onto the couch. Alex yelped as the lynx pulled him onto his lap, a hard feline cock stabbing at the inside of his left thigh.

"Fuck yeah," the lynx grunted. Alex sagged against the lynx's chest, his attacker's paws closing around his hips, pinning him in place. The lynx laughed, the noise sharp and sadistic. "I'm gonna make you scream, bitch."

"Wear a condom, I don't want you messing up her pussy." Brandon said.

Alex glanced over his shoulder, hating just how desperate he had to look.

"No!" He tried to shout, but the lynx caught him by the throat and squeezed, hard enough that his words turned to a wheeze and black spots banded the corners of his vision.

"You give my friend a good ride and maybe I won't breed you." The wolverine said, a flicker of cruel amusement burning at the backs of his eyes.

Alex managed to nod, possessed by a surge of desperation. The lynx let go of his throat with a grumble and Alex sagged against his attacker's chest, quietly whimpering. The lynx had dug a foil wrapped condom from one pocket and tore it open. Alex heard lubricated latex being stretched over a hard feline shaft and forced himself to relax.

This wasn't so bad, he tried to tell himself. His assailant was wearing a condom. All he had to do was...was get him off, then he'd do the same to Brandon, then...

All the assurances, frigid with forced calm, splintered beneath a surge of terrified uncertainty. The wolverine hadn't kept any of his promises so far, so what was to say that he'd be any different now?

But what other choice was there, but to roll the dice? Alex supposed, with as much pragmatism as he could muster, that at very least he wouldn't have to feel the lynx's seed in his womb. Taking a load up his freshly violated tail-hole had been enough.

Before he could think any further, something hot and smooth pressed insistently between his legs, sliding along the lips of his virgin slit. Alex bit back and whimper and held himself still, staring over the lynx's shoulder and to the back wall of the living room. There were photographs hanging there, Brandon and a smaller wolverine girl who Alex thought looked vaguely familiar. That had to be his sister, the one who the dildo had belonged to.

It was surreal to see such normalcy hanging in plain view. Then the lynx bucked his hips and Alex felt himself stretched by the girth of a throbbing feline cock. It was at once less and more manageable than being fucked in the tail-hole. The position was different this time, he was pressed up against his attacker, forced to feel soft fur and hard muscle, every bit of the lynx vibrating with lustful need. The feline groaned and Alex gasped as strong paws grabbed his hips, forcing him to accept the full length of the lynx's tapered shaft.

He made himself relax, but still felt an aching tingle shoot up into the bottom of his stomach. His legs quivered and his tail shot straight.

"Fuck..." The lynx sighed, face dominated by a huge grin. His eyes were jittery in their sockets and Alex could feel his heart hammering away. There were still bits of white powder caught in the fur underneath the lynx's nose. "Ride me."

Alex gathered his legs beneath himself and did as the lynx said, whiskers trembling and tears rolling down his face. There were more flashes, camera shutters sounding as pictures were taken. The lynx laughed and Alex felt his breasts being kneaded. It was distressingly easy to hilt the entirety of the lynx's cock, the dildo had prepared him a little bit and already Alex could feel his body going almost on auto-pilot, the most immediate sensations and emotions all dulled. It felt strangely as though he were watching something happen to another person entirely.

The lynx huffed and made comments. Alex felt sharp feline teeth nip the side of his neck, then his nipples were tweaked. He cried out, a sharp contraction of muscles rippling down his body. The lynx gasped and bucked his hips, exhaling a kittenish noise of delight.

Alex met the lynx's thrust, wincing at how eager his rapist was. At the same time, a perverse comfort rose. The lynx clearly wasn't going to last much longer. His thrusts were jagged and irregular, breathing hectic.

"Clench down on me." The feline panted, then slid a paw behind Alex's neck and pulled him in. Alex had just enough time to contemplate resistance before he was yanked fully against the lynx, a rough feline tongue shoving into his mouth, accompanying one final hard thrust and then a cry as the lynx reached his climax.

Alex let himself fall fully against the lynx's lap, wincing at each new desperate shove that was landed into his sodden slit. A bloom of heat expanded within him, but though for a terrified moment Alex wondered if the condom had broken, he could feel a definite limit to each new ecstatic splash of feline seed.

The lynx kissed him, or used his mouth in the same uncaring way as he'd taken everything else. Alex fell limp, eyes squeezed shut, tremors of disgust and shame rolling through him, making his fur stand up in clumps.

At last, after what felt like an eternity, the lynx shifted to the side and Alex fell back, his legs trembling. The condom hung half off of the lynx's twitching shaft, a huge pearly swell of seed distending its tip. He tugged it off with a slick little pop, cock still drooling.

Before Alex could react, the lynx leaned over him, movements trembly with exertion. The feline was breathing hard, eyes red rimmed.

"Open your mouth, bitch." He ordered.

Alex hesitated, so the lynx simply pushed a pair of fingers between his lips and forced the requested action. Alex knew what was coming, but still shivered with disgust when he felt slick latex brush his lips, followed closely by a slow flood of lukewarm seed.

The lynx's aim wasn't perfect and he spilled some of his cum, strands of alabaster streaking Alex's whiskers and lips. He tried to pull away, but the lynx had his phone out already and shook his head.

"Keep that fucking mouth open." He growled, voice low with lust. The camera flashed and the shutter clicked. Alex trembled with humiliation, tears burning at the corners of his eyes.

Somehow, he wasn't even surprised when the lynx came forward to straddle his chest, the feline's cock bobbing in front of his eyes. Alex let the lynx push into his mouth and swallowed the feline's load as best he could, doing his best to ignore the continual flash of camera phones.

"Oh drop the fucking prude act," the lynx panted as he hilted himself down Alex's throat. He tasted bitter and sharp, his cock still felt worryingly hard. "I felt how wet you got."

Alex knew this was only baseless taunting but still couldn't help but glare up at the lynx, who only laughed and reached down to fondle his breasts.

Then, suddenly, the couch's cushions shifted and Alex felt his legs being opened once more, Brandon's paws sliding up his inner thighs.

"She better still be tight." He said.

The lynx laughed even as he picked up his pace, grinding his hips against Alex's face.

"She's a marten, bro. They're springy."

Brandon chuckled and said nothing more, an ominous feeling of intent filling the air. Alex shivered as the wolverine's cock pushed against his inner thigh, smearing the fur there with hot beads of pre.

Wait...

He tried to squirm, coldness filling him, but Brandon was too strong and the lynx was already pinning his arms. Briefly, it occurred to Alex that he could bite down, but even if that got the lynx out of his way...there would still be Brandon.

He went limp, trembling, hating himself.

"How come you get to go bare?" The lynx began to whine, but Brandon must have given him a look because the feline turned his full attention back to Alex, accelerating the pace of his thrusts. Alex gagged and whimpered, tail shivering.

He felt the blunt head of the wolverine's cock push against his entrance for a moment, then it was pushing in, hard and thick and almost impossibly warm. Brandon moved deliberately, hilting himself into Alex's cunt with slow, deliberate pressure. Alex shivered at the feeling of the wolverine's balls as they pressed against the soft fur at the base of his tail.

None of it was more than uncomfortable, the wolverine seemed to be taking some care not to cause any real physical harm. Briefly, an image came to Alex's mind; skeptical police officers performing a physical exam. None of them would say it aloud, probably, but they'd all be cataloguing the lack of bruises and judging accordingly.

To dwell on that for even a moment made Alex's stomach turn over upon itself. He sniffled miserably, gagged again by a particularly deep thrust from the lynx, and then tried to think of some way to convince Brandon to pull out. There was precious little he could do to actually talk so long as the lynx was plugging his throat, so Alex desperately ran his tongue across the feline's tapered shaft and tried to ignore the creaking splinters of pain that ran through the hinges of his jaw.

It felt wretched to take an active part in getting his attacker off, but Alex swallowed his shame (and another creamy spurt of feline pre) and licked desperately away. His tongue was beginning to get sore, his neck and shoulders ached and a warm, unpleasant feeling was beginning to build between his legs where the wolverine continued to pump rhythmically away.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of shameful collaboration, the lynx purred low in his throat, the noise ratcheting upwards into a lustful whine, then a deep, nearly strangled groan. His cock twitched and his hips shivered as he pushed forwards. Alex whined as he was pinned against the sofa, nose baffled by curls of musk scented fur. The lynx's cock spasmed where it was hilted down his throat, firing off eager spurts of salty cum.

"Fuck yeah," the lynx panted, grinding what felt like his full weight against Alex's muzzle. "Keep sucking, bitch."

Alex sniffled as best he could, nausea swirling at the bottom of his stomach. He had no choice but to swallow. He'd suffocate otherwise. Between his legs, Brandon's pace remained casual, nearly sedate. The wolverine was clearly enjoying himself, taking the time to hilt his shaft at the height of each languid thrust, but he seemed to be waiting for something.

Alex could hardly focus on this; the lynx finally withdrew, panting for breath, his fur puffed up in clumps and his whiskers quivering. A final weak pulse of seed landed across Alex's lips. All he could do was weakly turn his head away and attempt a wince.

For a moment it seemed like the lynx was about to say something else, but the feline was too spent to manage it. He rose, his legs shaky, and wandered off, still breathing hard.

"Fuck..." He said, the word rich with surprise and delight, then sank down next to the coffee table and, like the zebra, was out cold almost instantly.

"Looks like it's just you and me." Brandon grinned.

Alex felt the wolverine shuffle himself more fully between his legs, strong paws coming up to squeeze his breasts. Alex groaned but knew better than to resist, even as his own paws quivered and clenched into tight little fists. The warm press of Brandon's balls and the girth of his cock was nearly too much to bear.

"Please," Alex managed, voice thick with tears. His words sounded blurry and feeble. "Don't...not inside..."

He tried to sit up a little bit but the wolverine pressed him effortlessly back down, one paw spread across the center of his chest. Brandon's blunt claws prickled coldly against his skin as he again began to thrust, quicker now.

"Brandon..." Alex tried again, plaintively, but lost his voice. The wolverine was still grinning sadistically down at him, warm, pleased puffs of breath hissing from between sharp teeth.

"You're being such a good girl, staying still like this, letting me take my time on you." Brandon said, pushing his hips forward, sinking every last bit of his pre dripping shaft into Alex's cunt. He practically glided in, his thrusts gripped by sodden, silky heat.

Alex whimpered and had to fight in order to suppress a frightened sob. His own breathing was beginning to become hectic and he could feel his whiskers twitching wildly and his fur beginning to puff up.

"Say it," Brandon ordered, one paw sliding up across Alex's chest, strong fingers lightly encircling the marten's throat. "Tell me what you are."

Alex knew what he was meant to say but quailed beneath a surge of shame and anger and utter, abject humiliation. He almost wished that the wolverine would hurt him, or pin him down and rut him in lustful silence. It would, at very least, make things simpler.

But his silence only lasted a moment, because Alex couldn't ignore the feeling of Brandon's cock inside of him, the heated wetness of each new spurt of pre and the eager churning of the wolverine's heavy balls.

"I...I'm a good girl." He mumbled at last, through gritted teeth. A cold, humiliated numbness hollowed out the pit of his stomach, as though something permanent had just been done to the very fiber of his being.

An unsettling brightness filled Brandon's eyes, the wolverine all but shivering with pleasure at this small act of domination.

"Again." He said, landing an especially deep thrust.

It was distressingly easy to submit. To say that he was a good girl, with a tight, wet cunt that was only there to be used. Alex felt his legs quiver and hated himself even for that tiny, involuntary motion. He felt so small and weak, so completely miserable and dominated that he almost wished that the wolverine would cum already...just so it would be over. But that momentary wish was drowned by an icy surge of fear.

"Please...please pull out..." He said again, unable to hide his desperation.

Brandon's breathing was quicker now, the wolverine's ears pinned back. His cock had begun to throb in a distressingly familiar way and Alex could feel slick streams of pre wetting the fur at the base of his tail. The wet slap that came with each new thrust hardly seemed to be connected to him, but he knew that each iteration of the noise meant that the wolverine was drawing nearer and nearer to a climax.

Brandon said nothing, but Alex felt the wolverine's firm, possessive grip on his throat loosen...then there were a pair of fingers being slid into his mouth. He shivered for a moment, then reluctantly closed his lips around them, tracing the tips of Brandon's claws with his tongue as he knew he was meant to.

There was an unfamiliar taste on the wolverine's fingers, something which put odd tingles across Alex's tongue. He supposed that this had to be cocaine, though the situation was already so terrible that he couldn't have mustered any worry or alarm if he'd tried.

"Fuck..." The wolverine growled to himself, panting through his teeth. He thrust another few times, wringing tiny noises and high exhalations from between Alex's lips. It seemed that he was putting special emphasis into showing just how deep he could hilt his cock, how thoroughly he had conquered his latest piece of prey.

Alex thought for a moment about trying to wriggle away, but then, suddenly, Brandon pulled back and he felt the wolverine's cock slip out of him with a pop and a wet drool of hot pre.

Brandon knelt between his legs, cock wet and slick, jerking with impatient, entitled lust. For a half second Alex felt a surge of pure relief, then a spray of seed spattered across his chest. He flinched, then had to shut his eyes and cringe away from another sticky rope of hot cum that soaked his muzzle.

Brandon grunted and snarled under his breath, stroking the last of his climax across the insides of Alex's thighs and over the lips of his freshly used pussy. Alex turned his head sharply away, freeing his mouth from Brandon's fingers. The wolverine seemed nearly amused by this small act of defiance and sank slowly back, leaning contentedly against the opposite arm of the couch.

It took Alex a moment to sit fully up, he felt shivery and weak, his legs rubbery and shame curdling within him like a ball of slowly drying concrete. Fresh streaks of alabaster seed marked his fur, joining earlier, halfway dried dapples of male lust left behind by the lynx and the zebra.

Even to look upon them made him feel worse, and Alex couldn't suppress a little groan of displeasure at how sticky and used his pussy felt, the lips dappled with beads and wet strings of wolverine cum.

Before he could focus for long, a strong paw caught him by the scruff and Alex was dragged forward, Brandon pushing his head between his legs. Alex screwed his eyes shut but knew better than to resist. Instead, he simply opened his mouth, ignoring a creak of pain at the corners of his lower jaw, and let the wolverine use his mouth. The bitter saltiness of cum and pre was intermingled with a lighter, sweeter flavor that Alex supposed had to be his own.

The wolverine spent what felt like a small eternity guiding Alex's tongue across his shaft, then the firm fullness of his sheath, then each of his balls in turn. Alex kept his eyes shut and simply let himself be directed. It was better than the fucking he'd been given...barely.

Then, finally, Brandon let go of his scruff and sat back with a small, satisfied sigh. Alex sat up and wiped his mouth, resisting an urge to spit. There was an unpleasant coldness between his legs now, where the wolverine's seed had begun to cool.

"Go get cleaned up," Brandon said with casual brusqueness. "The good bathroom is upstairs, second door on the left." He flicked a single finger at the stairs.

Slowly, halfway fearing that this had to be some kind of trick, Alex rose. His legs trembled and he had to work to keep from tucking his tail tight between his legs. He took a step forward, then glanced fearfully back at Brandon before he could stop himself. The wolverine only snickered.

Hunching his shoulders, Alex shuffled to the stairs and hurried up them. It was only when he reached the second floor that he realized he'd left his clothes behind. A brief, paralyzing moment of terror fixed him, but Alex took a deep breath and made himself relax.

It was over. It had to be over if he was being made to clean up. Otherwise, what would be the point?

The second floor of Brandon's house was mostly bedrooms, it seemed. The first door on the right was halfway open and had a lacrosse decal pasted to the wood. Briefly, some half remembered remark about Brandon's sister ricocheted aimlessly through Alex's mind, but he was too drained to even attempt to focus on it. He looked ahead of himself, past what he guessed was Brandon's bedroom on the left, and then to the bathroom.

It was a surprisingly large room, clad in white tile and with walls painted a pale, calming blue. The floor was even heated. There were two sets of everything, from towels and toothbrushes on down. Traces of scent hung in the air; unwelcome tinges of Brandon's masculine musk, then feminine hints of someone else. His sister, probably. Alex stood in front of the glass sheathed shower for a long moment, watching the water drain past decorative river stones set into polished cement, then stepped into the steamy spray and succumbed to a moment of profound relief.

There was only one bottle of fur shampoo in the shower, purple and lavender scented. It felt nice to get clean and Alex lathered himself from head to tail, doing his best not to wince or groan each time his motions disrupted some old hurt. Even gently washing under his tail stung, but getting the last of the lynx's seed out of his tail-hole and scrubbing every bit of wretched taste from his mouth felt blessedly cathartic.

He would need to go back downstairs and gather up his clothes, ripped and torn as they were. He'd need to see Brandon again, then make the walk home without a binder or his hoodie...

Finally, the water began to run cold and Alex reluctantly stepped out of the shower. He dried himself, thought briefly about combing his fur, then decided that he much preferred to look shaggy and unkempt. It offset some of the inherent distress that came with seeing all the unwelcome features of his body so prominently displayed.

Briefly, a terrible, tactile flash of sensation washed over him, everything that had happened downstairs. It suddenly felt as though he'd entered the shower both an instant and a thousand years before. He could scarcely believe that it was still the same evening.

Alex wrapped a towel tightly around himself and took a pair of deep, deep breaths. Then he turned to the door, squared his shoulders as best he could, and opened it.

Brandon was standing right there, filling the doorway, his grin as sharp as broken glass. The wolverine had shed the last of his clothes and was standing there naked, huge and broad beneath his coat of thick, coarse fur.

All the braveness and bravado that Alex had thought he'd gathered evaporated like fog in sunlight. He froze, a frail whimper trapped at the back of his throat. His tail shot between his legs. All he could look at was Brandon's sheath and the dread promise that there was even more abuse yet to come.

"L...Let me past." Alex managed to say, but the words were a frightened mumble and Brandon only gave him a small, halfway amused look. Still grinning, the wolverine leaned casually in. Alex felt strangely as though he was watching a wave collapse down over top of him, all the light seeming to fall away from the world.

It had been over. It had to be over, yet here he was...

Brandon's whiskers brushed his cheek, the wolverine taking an appreciative sniff. His paws came forward and though Alex's grip didn't loosen, he felt the fabric of the towel slip from between his fingers as Brandon disrobed him once again.

"You look nice all cleaned up," the wolverine's voice purred into Alex's ear. Sharp teeth closed on the base of his ear in a lewd nip. "You smell nice."

Before Alex could think of anything to say, anything to do, Brandon gathered him up and was suddenly holding him in a fireman's carry. Vague, fractured sparks of panic careened across the surface of Alex's mind but he couldn't hope to connect them all into a cohesive impulse. Some deeper, colder part of him was spelling out the reality of the situation. Brandon was bigger and stronger, therefore he was going to dictate the situation right up until he was done.

It was odd to be up in the air, feet dangling. All Alex could think to do was cross his arms over his chest, though even this felt useless since Brandon had seen all over him, claimed all of him...

"We were done...I did everything you said..." Words bubbled nonsensically past Alex's lips.

"One more thing. Just the two of us." Said Brandon, then they were proceeding down the hall.

Alex expected that they would go to his room, but the wolverine kept going and instead pushed open a door with a lacrosse emblem pasted onto it and Alex felt simultaneous expressions of confusion and dread as the light flicked on and he was nearly blinded by a panoply of pink.

The room was cozy and crowded, the walls covered with posters both of lacrosse stars and glittery landscapes done in bright, saturated colors. A queen sized bed was covered by a pillowy pink satin spread, perhaps a dozen matching pillows heaped at its head. Past the foot of the bed, to his immediate right, a folding closet door was halfway open, exposing a huge spread of dresses, shirts, jackets and blouses, a whirlwind of female fashion that made Alex feel vaguely panicky even being nearby to.

Brandon laid him down on the bed and for a harrowing moment Alex found himself practically nose to nose with the wolverine, frozen by a horribly certain gaze. There was a plan being enacted now, one which Brandon was clearly looking forward to.

"Fuck, you're hot..." The wolverine breathed, then kissed him hard on the mouth, paws roving up to squeeze Alex's breasts. Alex attempted to cry out, a vivid pulse of disgusted horror flashing through him, but even the act of opening his mouth only seemed to serve the wolverine, Brandon's tongue pushing against his, a shuddery breath from the wolverine translating his pleasure at this new act of domination.

A sob bubbled up from what felt like Alex's very center, but though fresh tears blurred the corners of his vision, none of his obvious distress seemed at all obvious to Brandon. When the wolverine at last withdrew it was only to adjust his position. There was a fierce, feral lust burning like a supernova at the backs of his eyes.

"You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now..." The wolverine began to say, then cut himself off with a sharp, rumbly inhalation and sat back up. He was hard again, his cock throbbing and clear streamers of pre drooling from its blunt tip.

Brandon stood up and turned to the closet. He was breathing hard, his stubby tail swishing back and forth. Briefly, Alex's eyes went to the bedroom door, but he knew better than to actually try for it.

"What do you think of this one?" Brandon asked, then reached forward. Alex heard hangers rattle and fabric shift, then the wolverine had turned back around.

He held a dress. Alex sat cautiously upright, a tight, ugly feeling swirling in the bottom of his stomach. It was short, meant to go down to a person's mid thigh, and crimped slightly at the waist. The coloration was entirely pink, of course. Lace frills ran all around the hem and the edges of the short little sleeves.

Alex shook his head, the movement driven by reflexive horror, shame and utter humiliation at being made to do something so completely wrong, in service to depraved, unnatural lusts. Brandon didn't seem to notice his refusal and simply tossed the dress over. It puddled into Alex's lap, then was quickly followed by a pair of matching stockings, perhaps a shade darker in color. They were thigh high, toeless, meant for casual wear around the house.

All Alex could do was tremble and try not to weep. But in the end, feeling strangely as though he were watching something happen to a different person entirely, he stood and took the dress.

Brandon shut the bedroom door, revealing a full length mirror attached to its back. Alex could see himself reflected, small and trembly, a portion of his body hidden by the dress. Brandon looked like a predator about to pounce, a grin exposing his teeth, a weapon of an entirely different sort throbbing between his legs.

"Put it on." He ordered.

Alex shut his eyes and lifted the dress above his head. Obeying would be better than getting hurt.

Soft fabric cascaded down across his chest and stomach before he could think further. The dress was big on him, Brandon's sister was clearly wider in the hips and bigger in the chest (Alex felt a strange relief at this, but it could only extend so far).

A soft, appreciative growl sounded from the bottom of Brandon's throat and again Alex felt paws upon him, roaming along his sides, emphasizing the form of the dress and how it hung upon him. The wolverine guided him back to the bed and sat him down, paws lingering upon his shoulders.

His gaze was so intense it felt nearly physical. Alex was suddenly dreadfully aware of how his nipples poked against the fabric.

"Y'know, I'm actually glad you dress like a guy at school," Brandon said suddenly, kneeling down. Even like this he was still tall enough to look Alex in the eyes. "Because then I'm the only one who gets to see you like this."

Alex took a small shaky breath. He knew the smart thing would probably be to nod or offer some false sign of agreement, but his stomach churned at the very thought. Still, when Brandon told him to put the stockings on, he did, hating each movement that spread his legs and showcased the insides of his thighs. Smooth fabric unrolled up the length of one leg, then the other, the wolverine chasing its progress with eager paws, pushing the hem of Alex's dress up, bunching folds of frilly pink fabric at his waist.

"Spread your legs," the wolverine ordered. "Show me how wet you are." But even as he spoke Alex could feel subtle pressures being exerted, Brandon's paws doing work of their own. It wasn't enough to force an outcome, but when Alex relaxed and acquiesced, his thighs fell open with alarming ease and he could not keep a discomforted jitter from rolling the length of his fluffy tail.

"I don't want this." Alex said quietly. Plaintively.

Brandon only smiled at him, showing far too many razor sharp teeth.

"We'll see." The wolverine grinned, then gripped Alex's legs just short of the knee and pushed them back and open, forcing him into an even more exposed, vulnerable position. Alex fell back, succumbing to a weakness that felt, at his very core, nearly akin to relief, and stared up at the ceiling. A hot, wet tongue pressed between his legs, playing upon his clit for a tingly instant before Brandon let out a shivery, pleased breath and then dove deeper.

The wolverine's movements were different than they had been downstairs. He seemed a bit more assured now, certain that he owned the situation in every possible way. Alex took small, trembly breaths and tried to ignore the sensation between his legs. There was the slippery press of Brandon's tongue, then hints of bristly whiskers and cold nose, all accompanied by the warmth of eager breath and a persistent, dominant push that made Alex feel almost as though he were being pressed into the bed itself, utterly paralyzed by the force of the wolverine's intentions.

It was difficult to keep his breathing even and his legs still; strange tremors kept playing along the insides of his thighs and there was a coiled, crackly heat gathering someplace past the pit of his stomach, where everything felt tight and overstressed.

None of it felt good, Alex stressed that to himself with a fervor that fell only slightly short of desperation. If there was any sensation at all then it was the jangling of dumb nerves that didn't know any better.

He thought about saying something, telling Brandon to stop, but the sheer uselessness of any further resistance, especially plaintive, mewling words, stopped him dead. All Alex could do was gather bunches of the bedspread in his paws and squeeze tight, claws poking little holes in the shiny satin.

Then, suddenly, the wolverine straightened up. The fur on his muzzle was damp and tiny beads of moisture gleamed upon his whiskers. Alex tried to squirm back but Brandon still had a grip upon his legs and there was nothing he could do. Again, Alex felt a surge of helpless anger, directed both outwards and in. He wanted to scream but instead bit the inside of one cheek and tried not to meet the wolverine's gaze as he was pushed further up onto the bed, amidst the drift of fluffy pink pillows.

It was apparent now what was about to happen. Alex made a tiny, pointless attempt to close his legs, but Brandon was already pushing the dress back up so that folds of shimmery pink fabric bunched around his waist. Though he had been exposed for nearly the entire evening now, somehow this new pose made Alex feel even more vulnerable and exposed.

He swished his tail unhappily back and forth upon the bedspread and braced his paws firmly against Brandon's chest as the wolverine loomed over him, but he might as well have been pushing against a brick wall.

"I think I know what it is." Brandon said suddenly, teasing the blunt head of his cock between Alex's legs. Hot smears of slick pre tingled upon the lips of Alex's pussy.

"Stop..." Alex said through gritted teeth, his eyes bright with fear.

Brandon didn't seem to hear him.

"You've never had anyone treat you like this before, so now you're freaked out because you're actually enjoying it."

"Fuck you." Alex hissed and made a genuine attempt to get out from under the wolverine. But Brandon seemed to have been expecting this for he simply pushed himself forward, moving with the same lithe, surprising agility he'd used to end the fight at the industrial park. At once Alex found himself all but crushed between soft, perfumed satin and a hard mass of coarse wolverine fur and muscle. He tried to claw at Brandon's chest and sides but the wolverine's fur was too thick and his hide too tough.

For a moment there was a dull, huge pressure between Alex's legs, then he felt Brandon roll his hips and groaned miserably as the wolverine's thick cock pushed into him once again. But though he tried to insist to himself that he had gone through all of this before, there was now something very different about Brandon's bearing. This was no longer so openly about humiliation. Now, the wolverine seemed to be focused solely on satisfying his own lust.

For a long moment the wolverine lingered upon the culmination of his first thrust, cock hilted snugly into Alex's cunt, heavy balls churning with unhidden need. Alex could manage only tiny, shaky breaths, the air squeezed from his lungs by fear and Brandon's sheer weight.

"You're so good at taking my cock," the wolverine said, voice low. "Change yourself all you want, but this is what you're built for." He was rolling his hips even as he spoke the last few words, so that a new hard pump of thick, pre squirting cock served as an exclamation point.

Alex whined, low in his throat. He tried to say something but then Brandon was nose to nose with him, the wolverine's dark eyes gleaming as he silenced his victim's pleas with a deep, predatory kiss.

It was suffocating, a hard, dominating press that forced Alex back between the pillows, as though he were sinking into a frilly pink chasm. Brandon's tongue pinned his, their teeth clashing for a moment before the wolverine let out a low, pleased huff of breath. Alex felt a paw stroke through his hair and stroke behind his ears. He was still struggling but it was as though Brandon didn't even notice.

And there was still the hard, quick press of Brandon's hips, each new thrust putting a heated shiver through Alex's center, the sensation loathsome in its presence and growing intensity.

"Stop it, stop it stop it!" He tried to scream, but though the words sounded world shatteringly loud behind his own ears he could manage only a tiny, pitiable groan, even when Brandon broke the dreadful kiss and instead bit down upon the join between shoulder and neck. A brief stinging flare of pain went through Alex, making him jolt, but the wolverine hadn't quite broken skin and as the feeling receded he found that there was instead a radiating tingle and a new trembly sensation in his core which made it hard to draw new breaths and make them at all even.

He could no longer move, even his limbs had undergone a sudden strange paralysis but for odd, spontaneous tremors which made them jerk and twitch. Instead, Alex looked to where his fingers had gripped fistfuls of dark fur, claws digging into Brandon's sides, and he felt oddly as though he were watching the doings of somebody else. He felt at once electrified and sick and horribly ashamed that there was anything other than pain and the purest of suffering coming from the awful thing being done.

"Please...please..." Alex managed to say, though his words were broken by sharp gasps and miserable little whimpers, the noises bubbling uncontrollably from between his lips with each new hard thrust the wolverine inflicted upon him. Tears overflowed his eyes and turned the ceiling into a swirl of light and abstract color, interrupted suddenly by a most profound and distressing dark as Brandon looked down upon him.

Alex tried to turn his head away but a hard grip seized his hair and he found himself forced straight, squirming helplessly in the wolverine's grasp as Brandon forced another kiss upon him. Or...it could hardly be called a kiss, no more than the brutal rutting he was being subjected to could be called sex. It was all just a clash of bodies and fur and...and...

He couldn't keep his thoughts straight. Everything was too overwhelming and all that Alex could focus on were splintered flashes of distressing sensation, like bright refractions coming from a spray of broken glass. There was the squelch and wet slap of Brandon fucking his sodden cunt, the sensation of heat boiling between his legs and forcing everything there to feel tighter and tighter. The involuntary squeeze and ripples of tiny muscles each time the wolverine's blunt cock hilted into his slit...

Alex gasped and could not silence a shivery groan, his legs actively trembling and his tail performing strange, jagged motions from where it was pinned against the bedspread.

Brandon laughed at him, the noise ugly, but Alex felt weirdly relieved that at least the wolverine was no longer invading his mouth.

"I knew you'd love this," the wolverine panted, the heat of his breath making Alex's ear twitch. "Cum for me. I want to feel you cum around my cock."

The words were repulsive, filled with an eager desire to dominate and own, but though a profound feeling of disgust roiled at the pit of Alex's stomach and he swelled with the urge to start shrieking, there was no quelling the awful feelings of crackly, nearly electric heat beginning to suffuse every bit of him.

Shame rose, then a panicky declaration that none of this mattered, it was some fucked up biological thing that was happening, the nerve endings and synapses and...

Fuck. Fuck...

"N..." Alex managed, but even a simple refusal was trapped behind gritted teeth, tiny and completely useless. He felt Brandon's grip upon his hair tighten, hard enough to hurt, the wolverine groaning with lustful delight as he felt silken walls grip down on his cock.

"Fuck I'm close," the wolverine breathed, but though he was panting his pace was still the same, almost machine like in its intensity. Hot dribbles of slick pre continued to ooze from his shaft. "Gonna fill you up, breed that tight cunt."

Alex stiffened and again tried to pull away, but Brandon yanked his hair and he fell submissively back with a pained hiss, legs trembling and tears rolling down his face, tracing wet tracks worn into his fur. His breathing had gone jagged and irregular, half from the rising swell of his unwanted climax, the rest from a black surge of total panic.

"St...s..." He tried to say, but Brandon only nipped his ear and then was pounding into him even harder.

"Cant wait to see your belly swell," the wolverine grunted. "Try hiding that with a hoodie."

Alex gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, stomach churning, but there was nothing he could do. At long last all of the rising threads of purest, most intensely unwelcome sensation all merged into one and it felt nearly as though he had been struck by lightning. A high, shameful moan leaked from between Alex's teeth and he felt his legs jerk and his tail twitch. His cunt clenched down hard upon the girthy length of Brandon's cock and for a horrible instant Alex felt nothing but a white hot surge of intense physical ecstasy.

The wolverine kissed him again and Alex simply let his mouth fall open, too dazed and trembly to even contemplate resisting. A low, eager growl rumbled in the back of Brandon's throat and then suddenly he too was stiffening up.

His cock, fully hilted into Alex's spasming pussy, twitched and jerked, the wolverine's hips rolling forward in short, practiced motions. Alex cried out, moaning and panting and trying his best to breath. A huge, hot pulse of seed drenched his womb, followed in an instant by another and another. Brandon's cock continued to throb, his balls jerking as they were fully emptied.

Alex wasn't sure for how long the whole thing had lasted, but suddenly he was lying limply on his back, the incandescent glow of his climax flickering unevenly into nothingness. Brandon thrust another few times, slowly, wringing as much pleasure as he could from his conquest. Then, at last, the wolverine relaxed to the side. Alex felt his rapist's cock pull free with a small pop and then a slow, warm cascade of seed.

Everything between his legs felt staticky, all of the sensation entirely indeterminate. There was dread boiling away in the pit of his stomach but he was too tired and stunned to focus on it. His legs were still twitching and he couldn't seem to make his heart slow down.

"I told you you'd like it." Brandon said with a casual smirk. He was resting on his side, fur still settling. His cock was still shrinking back into its sheath. Alex noted with a small, fatigued hint of disgust that the wolverine's whole groin was soaked. Then he felt ashamed at himself in turn and simply covered his face with both paws, struggling to fight back a sob.

Brandon chuckled and Alex whimpered as the wolverine gathered him into his arms. The dress fell partially back down over his legs, stained with cum. Alex wanted to squeeze his legs together, then to kick and shout and claw at Brandon's eyes. He felt dirty. Used. The wolverine brushed his paws back down and then pulled him possessively close.

Alex sniffled, his nose pressed into a tuft of fur just below Brandon's collarbone. He could feel the wolverine's heart beating, slowly settling back to its resting rate.

"You're mine now." Brandon said softly into Alex's ear, but though his tone was almost normal, there was still a warning growl rumbling at the back of each word.

A whole sea of condemnations and reactions and retaliatory actions briefly flickered to the surface of Alex's mind, but he was too exhausted and broken to even contemplate any of them. They burnt away like mist and were replaced by a simple rising fog of despair.

Alex shut his eyes and did his best not to sob as a heavy paw stroked knowingly across his stomach. When the world fell away, it came as a total relief.