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_*Author's Note*

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*Suffering*

*This story takes place one year before the first chapter*

(Milo)

It had been a cold and exciting night, our team had just won the game, and I had just retreated from what some would believe to be the most intense party of the year. After a little argument I took part in, I left the party -alone. I wanted to stay, but someone instructed me to do otherwise.

The night was cold, it was the dead of winter, of course one would need a few jackets, sweaters, and scarfs, especially if they dorm in Chicago -the windy city. No one was to blame except myself, It wasn't the smartest move to wear close to nothing, but at least a sweat-suit covered my body -those plastic suits seemed to never work.

With my luck, I had taken the darkest path home; shadows were not my favorite, so every time I saw the moon's light hit a falling leaf I would jump, turn around, all awhile my heart beat raced. My mind raced, it would seem I was paranoid; that is what happens when you drink at a party.

The night's air gently pushed against my fur, it caused me to shiver and my neck fur stood up. The entire setting made me feel uneasy, like the feeling you get when something bad is going to happen. Your senses are always on alert, your guard never down -one of life's defense mechanisms.

Mine had been activated on this cold, dark night. Every snap, breeze, shadow caused me to quickly turn around, it was obvious how paranoid I appeared, but it seemed necessary -at least I thought so. Being a small fox, in a big city, one had to be careful, especially when gangs lurked corners, parks, and almost every neighborhood.

My little foot-paws continued forward, much faster as each second past. Home was near, just another five minute walk, but I knew a shortcut which would take me there in less than two. It didn't take me long, when I arrived at the shortcut I stopped in mid-step, looking at the path. It was a dark ally, long, filled with shadows, not a glimmer of light. Was this a good idea? True enough this would take me straight home and it was just a short walk, but my mind was still set on paranoid. I pondered on the positive and negative effects. The alley could have some serial-killer -the thought seemed to have a probability of zero. I could see down the alley, it looked safe -safe as an alley could be. My mind was made up: a quick stroll down the alley could put me right in front of my house; nothing bad would happen in less than thirty seconds.

I began walking down the alley. Every shadow, garbage can, insect caught my eye; I tried ignoring the distractions, my eyes stayed focus on the light at the end of this alley.

Suddenly, footsteps could be heard coming from behind. I kept my eyes on my path, didn't want my mind pulling me away from my goal. All of a sudden, I felt a set of hands grab me. My legs flailed, but only for a moment, as they were grabbed as well. Next reaction was to scream, yet that failed when a pair of paws cupped over my muzzle, forbidding me to make any sounds except soft whimpers. I looked around, in attempt to see who was doing this, hoping it was a joke. The shadows cast over their face, I could not make out anyone. I struggled and struggled; tears began to fill my eyes, hope slowly left my body until finally I gave up -my body went limp and everything was silent.

"The little faggot didn't put up a fight, ha!" A voice could be heard, breaking the silence.

"Of course, it's not like his kind to fight." I could hear chuckling from the front and behind.

The guy behind who held me from behind tightened his grip. The smell of alcohol penetrated my nostrils, it was strong, these guys were completely drunk -this scared me even more.

"This'll teach that bastard to fuck with me!" The guy holding me said.

One of the guys, holding my legs, started to take off my pants. I struggled a bit more, but the battle quickly came to an end when the guy holding me squeezed his arms with brute force. I could feel a rib or two crack; a low, weak whine escaped my throat. My attackers just laughed the pain caused.

After my pants were ripped off, I was forced to kneel down -someone quickly secured my legs and paws. I was bound to the ground, with the mysterious guys as my shackles. My tail was yanked up, sharp pain coursed up my spine. Again, I wanted to scream out of pain, but someone quickly grabbed my muzzle again, securing my vocal exit.

"Look at this, a furry ass!?" The attackers laughed. "I'm going to enjoy giving you this, faggot! I know you'll like it, so don't act like ya don't."

Hands rubbed across my furred butt, then, all of a sudden, my butt was gripped with a lot of force; I could feel my attacker digging his nails into my flesh. Next, the feel of a cold, mushroom shaped object was placed to my tail-hole. At that instant, I knew what was going to happen. I couldn't believe it; THAT was actually going to happen -they were going to rape me...

"Bottoms up, bitch!"

With that said, he shoved the mushroom shaped limb into my tail-hole, stretching it to a new width I was not comfortable, or use to. The attacker wasted no time at all, thrusting his manhood into me, forcefully, and gripping my ass while calling me a bitch, repeatedly.

Tears flowed down my face. Not from the pain alone, from knowing this was happening. I felt useless, like just a used piece of paper, that is being scribbled on just to be tossed away when finish; I felt weak, because there was nothing I could do to stop this -nothing. The feeling I felt, which caused me to go numb -dirty. I felt like a slut, whore, a tail-raiser. My virginity, something I held close and stored for that special person, was being stolen away.

My attacker continued to thrust his member, each one getting harder; each second -faster. He was lost in the act, puncturing my insides, causing me to bleed, blood flowed down my tail-hole, over my furry balls, and onto the concrete. The guy behind me was close, I could feel him gradually decrease in speed as his orgasm crept up.

"Dammit... Gah! This slut is gonna make me..."

With that, the guy behind me released his seed, it filled my insides and mixed with the blood as it leaked out of my tail-hole. He pulled his member out, stood up, and kicked me in the side. The guys posing as my shackles released me as I rolled over onto my back.

Not only was blood escaping from my tail-hole, but now I coughed it up. The kick had much force behind it, probably broke a few more ribs. I couldn't even say anything now, my throat blocked by the blood trying to escape my muzzle. I looked up at my attacker; the moon's light broke into the shadowed alley and onto my attackers face. Once seeing the guys face, I could feel myself being engulfed by darkness. The face slowly started to fade.

All of a sudden, I could hear someone. The voice, it sounded familiar. I knew this person...

"Milo! Milo! Milo, buddy...speak to me!!"

Milo!

Milo!

Milo!

"Milo...Milo, honey, wake up..."

I jumped up, a cold sweat raced down my face. I looked around my room, then at a female fox standing in front of my bed -my mom. She shook her head, not in a angered sort of way, but in a 'not again' fashion.

"Another dream about the incident?"

I nodded and threw the covers onto the floor. This was not the first time I've had that dream, it wasn't even a dream, more like a rerun of an event. The same dream would haunt my dreams, turning them to nightmares, at least four times a week, and each time I woke up soaked from my own sweat.

My mother looked at me with a nervous look, she's given me that same look for the past week now.

I'm a rape victim. A few months ago I was walking home from a party and was raped out of revenge by a few guys. The ones who attacked me where released and put on probation, and since they attended the same school as I did, also expelled. This year they could return, and that worried my mom, not to mention myself.

"Mom, I'll be fine. It's been 6 months. The school will make sure I'm safe, ok?"

"Of course, honey, but you know me and your father would like for you to transfer. It would be a lot easier with your..."

Mom stopped in mid-word. She knew the next word would not help the matter, so she smiled and walked out of the room. I knew exactly what her choice of word would be. I looked over, took a bottle of pills off of a nightstand close to my bed, and opened them. I took two out and placed them in my maw then swallowed.

'Hopefully these will make my day a little better'

After taking my morning pills, I began to get dressed for school, wearing a red shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. It didn't take long to prepare for school, I took a shower the night before. I grabbed my backpack and made my way out of the door, headed for my school, Maple Grove High.

My name's Milo. I'm a red fox. I stand at 5'5, and weigh around 140 -I kept my figure nice and cute, seeing that I'm a cheerleader, and gay. This would be my Junior year at Maple Grove High; that would mean I'm 17 years of age.

As I and the school grew closer, nervousness struck. All of a sudden, I wasn't sure if I wanted to go to the school. The school held so many negative memories. Was I ready? Was I ready to face the guys who hurt me six months back? Was I ready to face...Blake?

Blake was an old friend of mine -well, something deeper than mere friends. He was my boyfriend, once upon a time. He also was the one to take care of me after I slumped into depression from the rape incident, and the one to put me into a deeper depression. I cared for Blake, he wasn't only my boyfriend but my friend as well -until I discovered he cheated. That took place five months ago, yet it hurts, nonetheless.

The thought of seeing him made my stomach turn. If I had a class with Blake, I just may take my mom up on the offer and change schools. I knew if I saw him memories would surface, ones I had worked all summer to force into the darkest part of my mind. You can never forget your first love -never.

I took in a deep breath. Nothing good or bad would come if I stood in one spot; guess I would have to wait and see how life played out. Steadily, one foot-paw was placed in front of another as I moved closer to the school. When I arrived at the two, large double-doors, I placed both paws on the handles, and pushed them open.

Slowly, I walked inside the school -nervous. The reason wasn't apparent, but it felt as if every eye was on me, but I knew that wasn't true. People and furs gave me the slightest bit of attention; they were focused on catching up with old friends and giving their summer stories. Luckily, one of my girl-friends found me; a female panther, short and slender, bounced on her heals. This was one of my best friends, and the head of the cheerleader squad -Brittney.

"Milo!! O.M.G! Haven't seen you in like, FOREVER!!"

Brittney threw her arms around and gave a fairly tight hug. She was a peppy one -the happy-go-lucky type, sort of like me.

"Hey Brit! It's been forever, I know. How ya been, girl?"

"AMAZING!" Brittney squealed. "Just looking around, lookin at my classes, seein who is all in! Hey! Can I see your schedule?!? I have like...EVERY one of my friends in First Period."

I stuck a paw in my pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. This year was going to be boring. Five classes: Pre-Cal, Writing III, French II, Public Speaking, and Cheerleading. I handed Brittney the paper containing my schedule.

"O.M.F.G! We have first block together!!! Cheerleading too, of course."

I gave a soft smile as my schedule returned in my possession.

"Hey...do you know if...you know..."

There was a brief silent between the both of us; the topic was a soft spot for me, even though I'm the one who asked. Brittney glanced over at two furs walking paw-in-paw. I immediately recognized them, it was Blake and his new guy, Austin. A frown now formed on my face as the two walked by.

"Don't worry, Milo-babe... I gotta glimpse of his schedule...you two have separate classes, not to mention two different lunches..." Brittney hugged my neck, in attempt to brighten my mood -it worked.

"Good, that will make everything a lot easier this year."

"Glad to hear that! Hey, we need to get to class!!! I have a surprise for YOU!!!"

The feline grabbed my paw and dragged me off to our first class -Pre-Cal. I was happy she pulled me away; I could feel myself starting to sink into a mild-depression from seeing Blake. The word 'surprise' caught my attention, and that sort of helped take my mind off of the black wolf.

Brittney and I arrived to our first period class. She stopped at the door and pointed into the room.

"Isn't he beautiful?"

I looked inside the room and saw something that caused my draw to extend to the floor. There, sitting in the far back, sat a large white lion. Beautiful couldn't describe the beast I gazed upon. No, he was gorgeous. He had magnificent snow-white fur; the light bounced off of the beautiful fur and it looked as if his fur contained millions of diamond fragments, as the light bounced off him. The lion wasn't small, not in the least; this guy had muscle, and a lot of it! He wore black pants and a tight, white shirt that blend in with his fur, making him look shirtless, especially the way his muscles outlined the shirt.

"W-Woah..."

"I know, right?" Brittney whispered. "He's a rare species...so nice looking...those muscles... and a new student! Mamma want!"

I continued to gaze at the beautiful animal. The fur on this guy was magnificent, it couldn't have been of a purebred specie; he must have something else mixed in his bloodline to carry such an amazing trait. It kind of saddened me, because I knew that this guy was straight and would never give me the time of day -but I can dream, can't I?

"You might stand a chance...both felines...you're all black, he's all white, you two would make a damn cute couple."

"You really think so?!?"

Brittney squealed so loud that the students already in the class room and teacher all looked in our direction. We both blushed and quickly rushed to a pair of desk; shortly afterward, the bell rung -signaling the start of class, and a new year. Everyone hurried to their seats and sat down before a human teacher stood up and introduced herself to the class.

"Hello, class. My name is Mrs. Johnson, and I am your Pre-Cal teacher." Mrs. Johnson explained. "Let me give you a brief summary of what you all will be doing this semester. First, you will have homework, EVERY night, and it will be graded for completion. A quiz will be given to you every Tuesday and Thursday; test are on Fridays. Homework will be due on quiz days, ten points off if they are late. I am different from other math Teachers. I understand my methods are on somewhat of a college level, so I'll be putting you into groups of three. This way you all will be able to work together and help one another if needed. I'll help you as well, but I hope you would go to the group members for support. I'm not going to pick your group. With that said, you are free to pick the group you will like to work with for the next semester. Go."

Students scattered and picked their groups; a majority of the class stuck with friends, just as me and Brittney had done, though we needed one more member. We looked around, yet everyone seemed to be taken. Out of nowhere, a deep, yet soft, voice spoke from behind, nearly causing me to fall out of my seat.

"Excuse me, are you two waiting for someone to join your group?" I turned around to see who spoke, and to my surprise it was the large white lion. I gazed up at the building-sized feline in awe.

"N-no...do you have a gr-group...?" The words seemed to be unable to escape my muzzle as I looked at the gorgeous animal.

"Do you mind me joining you two?"

"Not at all!" Brittney blurted.

"Nice..." The lion said, pulling a chair in front of my desk and sitting down. "My name is Alexander, Alex for short. I'm sorta new here, so I don't know anyone."

If his looks of beauty didn't fascinate me, his voice sure did. When he spoke it was quiet, yet his voice seemed so deep and masculine. Usually felines, especially lions, appeared as the louder species, showing their dominance and standing out, yet this white lion's voice seemed gentle.

"I'm Brittney, and this is my friend Milo!"

"Nice to meet the both of you."

A light purr sound came from Brittney as the male feline spoke. I guess she was getting as much excitement out of his voice as I did -maybe a bit more. The panther never was the type to keep her thoughts to herself; if she liked something then it would be known.

"So where did you come from?"

The white lion folded his arms on Brittney's desk and placed his head in them. He looked up at the female feline.

"I used to attend that school in South Chicago, but some really bad stuff happened. So I looked for a better school. I hear that you guys have more fun over here with the shootings and all."

Brittney shot a glance over in my direction. I guess she thought it would bring up old memories, yet I didn't care. That part of my past had nothing to do with me.

"Haha! Yeah, we had some crazy shit happen a few months ago, but why do you move from a bad school, to an even worse? Or did they have worse things than shooting?"

Alex guffawed and began explaining his story.

"No, no. I was just emancipated from my parents. The school I used to attend is like...right next to parents place. I didn't want anything to do with them, so I moved over here. I found a buddy of mine who let me stay with him, so I came to this school. The rent isn't bad, better than what it would have been if I got something on my own." Alex continued to look at Brittney as he completed his past.

"Why did you get emancipated...did your parents beat you?" Brittney's face showed of concern and shock at the assumption.

Alex sat straight up and looked into my eyes. His eyes were just as beautiful, a very light blue color, but behind those eyes I could see fear, anger, and hurt. The next part of his story would be a devastating finale.

"Yes...my parents beat me...but the reason why the beat me is because..." Alex continued to look me in the eye. "I'm gay..."

My eyes widened. I was shocked, never did I have the slightest bit of hope that he would be gay; he didn't appear gay, not in the least. My eyes were set on his.

"Y-you're...g-gay..." I managed to squeeze out.

Alex nodded and a small smile formed across his muzzle.

"I'm hoping this school accepts me for who I am, my last school had a little problem with it. You guys are more accepting of it, right?"

"Wow..." Brittney muttered. "Yeah, we are...but you don't seem like the gay...type..."

"Ha! Yeah, I get that a lot. I had my parents fooled for seventeen years, so I guess that says something."

"Damn, this sucks!" Brittney pouted.

The entire time Alex never took his eyes off of mine, they remained connected through this unknown force. Just ten minutes ago I stood outside pondering if I would enter this building, guessing the worse would come of this school year. Now I could see a promising light.

"Take the books from under your desk and turn to the first chapter, Class."

The teacher broke the group chattering, everyone faced the front; Alex slowly gave his attention to the teacher. As our eye connection broke, a very dark blush stained and burned my cheeks. A rush of excitement pulsed through my veins; my mind raced. The new gorgeous white lion was gay. Could that mean I had a chance? Besides Blake and Austin, I was the only gay guy in the school; who else would he choose?

I faced my desk with the blush still colored on my cheeks. 'Maybe this year won't be so bad, afterall..."