{"sf1_id":1817525,"sf2_id":"dmWX0ZEn","title":"group therapy Part 9","author":"nuzzleworthy","words":1483,"posted_at":"2022-02-08T14:13:00.000Z","tags":["Arctic Fox","Bear","Bird","Camp","Canine","Cat","Character Development","Cheetah","Coyote","Fox","Plot Development","Romance","Violence (Not In Yiff)","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1817525-group-therapy-part-9","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmWX0ZEn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/5e/64/5e64e318-dcb0-4803-99c9-d05196a02a0f","description":"#9 of group therapy\n\nears. might be our young coyote's nickname yet","content":"Ryan woke up to the sound of screaming.\n\nWell,\u0026nbsp;_close_\u0026nbsp;to screaming: it was that horrifying call that the other boys were somehow able to make. It rung every inch of the camp like fleshy alarm clocks.\n\nBefore the coyote could fully gather his senses, Mortar was already dressed and out the door, not out of military fashion, he'd only managed to get half his clothes on by the time he flew out of the tent - whatever was happening outside, was not\u0026nbsp;_meant_\u0026nbsp;to be happening.\n\nIn fear of getting in trouble with bandit, Ryan pulled himself out of his bed and ordered his groggy body to walk outside the tent. He had completely forgotten to pack a short, and the morning sun shun at him with a ferocity.\n\nWhen his eyes adjusted, he squinted to see Bandit and the boys standing at the entrance of the camp, all looking similarly groggy and unprepared.\n\nIn front of them stood another group of a dozen boys. They all clutched makeshift spears and shanks and what-not.\n\nEasily outnumbering the boys.\n\nRyan stood alongside them, in a spot between Kyle and Flack, who were quite eager on letting Bandit do all the talking.\n\n\"You're not makin' much sense, mate.\" Bandit said and yawned. He looked to be having an 'ear-off' with one of the boys from the other camp.\n\nMortar and another wolf - who I have yet to meet - with angry looking fur and brilliantly sharp teeth, both stood either side of the smaller cat as bodyguards.\n\nA cheetah with fluffy yellow fur stamped the base of his spear against the dirt, not looking too happy. Ryan assumed him to be the leader of - he checked which side he was facing - Camp D.\n\n\"Are you seriously telling me that you don't remember making that deal?\" His voice was oddly squeaky.\n\nThe cat squinted. \"Remind me.\"\n\n\"You're fucking kidding. I told you, I\u0026nbsp;_told_\u0026nbsp;you, that if\u0026nbsp;_we_\u0026nbsp;gave\u0026nbsp;_you_\u0026nbsp;protection, you'd put aside extra water for us.\"\n\nBandit frowned, \"First I've heard of it.\"\n\nBeside Ryan, Kyle rolled his eyes and turned to him, \"Camp D always do this fuckin' shit. Try the' scam us. Try te' blackmail us. They think that havin' a couple o' weapons smuggled in from the school gives 'em the right to walk all over other camps. Arrogant fucks.\" The young arctic fox spat at the ground, before returning his teeth back to a passionate snarl.\n\nFlack leant over to whisper in Ryan's other ear. \"Don't you worry, mate. They come a'ttackin, I'll keep ya safe.\" He winked.\n\nRyan couldn't stop smiling, and he winked back at the hyena, who chuckled to himself heartily.\n\nThe cheetah readied his spear in his arms, \"You're lucky I don't order my boys to skin the fucking lot of you, for betraying us like that.\"\n\nBandit looked tired, as though this were a common occurrence. \"Mate, put that thing down.\" His eyes shun. \"You're gonna get yourself hurt.\"\n\nThe vein on the cheetah's forehead looked like it going to explode. \"Fuck you, Bandit. You promised. Promised. Short, fuckin' liar.\"\n\n\"Not short, bucko.\" Bandit said coolly. \"But the temper of some of my boys is. You sure you wanna keep playin' to that little story of yours?\"\n\nThe cheetah bared his teeth, before giving a call of his own. A shrill, shrieking noise - like a strangled yell.\n\nTwo of the boys in Camp D came forward, both equiped with spears - that were more just shards of glass that had been taped onto broom handles. They didn't look too scary, Ryan thought. But weapons are weapons: so it didn't matter\u0026nbsp;_what_\u0026nbsp;the person looked like who held them, hell, even a baby with a gun could be scary.\n\n\"Last chance, Bandit.\" The cheetah sneered. \"Or I'll have to poke some big fuckin' holes in that brown pin-cushion you call a bodyguard.\"\n\nHe was referring to Mortar, who had his arms crossed and generally just wasn't looking impressed.\n\n\"Stupid bear,\" The cheetah said. \"I wonder what kind of rug I can make out of your-\" He stopped, pointing out a paw at Mortar's waist. \"The fuck is\u0026nbsp;_that_, that thing tucked into your pants?\"\n\nMortar quickly covered it with a big paw.\n\nRyan's mouth went dry, realising immediately what that thing was.\n\nBut the coyote was the only one, as everyone else seemed to be equally as curious as to what the big bear was hiding. Even Flack and Kyle craned their necks to try and figure out what it was.\n\nBandit was indifferent. \"Alright, Carlos, you've officially overstayed you're welcome.\" His stare was near to lethal.\n\n\"No.\" The cheetah said. \"Not before we get our end of the deal. Guarding you idiots isn't exactly fucking fun. And it most certainly ain't free.\"\n\nThe cat almost chuckled. \"Mate.\" He started. \"You and ya boys couldn't guard an anorexic from\u0026nbsp;_diabetes_. We ain't paying for shit.\"\n\nEven the wolf, with his straggly eyes, was beginning to work up such a growl that foam began forming around his teeth.\n\nThe cheetah stared at Bandit, then switched onto Mortar, than back on bandit. \"Fine. We'll leave. Consider it a late birthday present. But on one condition.\"\n\n\"And what's that?\"\n\nA yellow-furred finger pointed right at Mortar. \"I get the thing that bear-boy's got tucked into his pants.\"\n\nRyan could tell that this was a stupid idea of leverage, more just to push Bandit's patience and try to assert as much dominance as that annoying little cheetah could muster.\n\nThe cat, obviously looking very eager for a morning-coffee, sighed. \"Fine,\" He turned to the bear. \"Fork it over, mate.\"\n\nThe bear hesitated, silently shaking his head.\n\nBandit sighed. \"I'm sorry, Mortar.\"\n\nMortar reluctantly dug into his pants...\n\n... and out emerged his teddy bear.\n\nThe entirety of group D began to howl so hard with laughter that a few started quite literally rolling the ground. Tears were shed, knees were slapped. The cheetah jumped up and down like a kid in a candy shop, pointing at Mortar's teddy bear in absolute disbelief.\n\nThe bear's face was stern.\n\nKyle was howling with his own laughter, but he was quickly shut up as the dark bird on the other side of him punched him so hard in the head it damn near knocked that fox out.\n\nThe snarling wolf frowned.\n\nThe hyena shook his head, \"Poor lad.\" He said softly.\n\nThe bird coughed sympathetically.\n\nThe cat stared at the ground, his ears bent back out of embarrassment.\n\nThe\u0026nbsp;_coyote_, oh, the coyote's eye twitched as he stared at the cheetah.\u0026nbsp;_Blood of my blood of my blood-_\n\nThe cheetah, in between fits of laughter, managed to summon enough words to command his guards to go and retrieve the teddy bear from Mortar's outstretched paw.\n\nSoon, the cheetah held the tiny brown paw in his paws. He played with it roughly. \"How cute.\" He said, which apparently deserved another roar of laughter from the rest of his camp. \"A big bear, with a\u0026nbsp;_little\u0026nbsp;_bear. Would be a shame if I... whoops.\" Using the glass shard, he beheaded the little bear. Its head fell to the dirt, bleeding out its white stuffing.\n\nMortar's mouth dropped. So did Ryan's.\n\nThe cheetah dangled the limp torso in his paws, before he stuck a finger down it. \"Huh,\" He said. \"Not a bad flesh-light.\" The boys in his camp howled.\n\nAll sorts of things were happening to Ryan. His stomach lurched. His eyes twitched. He had a sudden hunger...\u0026nbsp;_oh christ, save me and savour me, save me and savour me-_\n\nThe coyote walked forward.\n\nFlack tried to pull him back, but the canine was suddenly scarily strong. \"Mate, what you doing?!\" He whispered, eyes wide.\n\nRyan couldn't hear him above the red mist that was quickly clouding all of his senses.\u0026nbsp;_Blood of my blood of my blood of my blood of my blood of my blood_\n\nAll of Bandit and his boys were now staring at the coyote as he swiftly he paced his way up the cheetah with a crazy look in his eyes.\n\n_Blood of my blood of my blood of my oh god please fucking save me my boy, just save me, save me and savour and savour and savour_\n\nEven the arrogant cheetah was beginning to notice that something wrong. \"Uh, you good there buddy?\" He said, his finger still down the teddy bear.\n\nNo, our canine protagonist was most fucking certainly '_not_\u0026nbsp;_good'_. He was so hungry for flesh that he was actually\u0026nbsp;_grinning_, panting like a horny dog.\n\nEven the guards in Camp D didn't feel like fucking with whatever the hell that canine had become. All they could do was get out of Ryan's way as he approached.\n\nThe coyote, paws shaking, eyes twitching, mouth drooling, face\u0026nbsp;_grinning_\u0026nbsp;stood... suddenly stood eerily still, bent down slightly as if he were about to pounce.\n\n\"U-Um.\"\n\nRyan snapped his fangs forward and ripped the cheetah's full ear off.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"group therapy","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1817523-group-therapy-part-8.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1817878-group-therapy-part-10.json"}}