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This is a work of fiction. The story within is purely fantasy, and the author strongly condemns all real life instances of hate & violence. All events, places, and characters in this work are fictional; any resemblence to real events, locations, or persons (whether living or dead) is entirely coincidental.

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Rusty's Pub was one of the last few dives on the west end of town that hadn't been gentrified out of existence yet. To outsiders, the decrepit wood-paneled walls, grimy carpets, and stench of stale beer & tobacco smoke might have seemed repulsive. The bar's raunchy reputation did little to dissuade its patrons, however. Instead, they were more interested by the prospect of $2 beer, free darts, and a general "anything-goes" atmosphere.

Inside, a young Steller's jay was seated at the far end of the bar, quietly sipping a rum and coke. He was bit of an oddity among the regular crowd of aging barflies, with a thin, twinkish figure dressed in a tight blue t-shirt and skinny jeans. He ran his talons through the crest of black feathers on top of his head, trying to calm his nerves and forget the stress of a long & busy day.

The jay usually found himself alone sitting alone most nights, so he was somewhat caught off-guard when two men took up the seats next to him - a tall, muscular red kangaroo to his left and a lean, sinewy coyote on his right.

"Hey Eric, what'll you have to drink?" the kangaroo said to the coyote.

"If you're paying, Ray, then I'll take a Budweiser" the coyote replied.

The 'roo chuckled, a cigarette dangling from his muzzle. "Yeah, I'll pay. Two Buds, please" he told the bartender.

As they waited for their beers, Eric turned towards the young bird and gave him a grin. "Don't think I've ever seen you around here before. What's your name, son?"

It took a second for the jay to realize that he had been asked a question. "Oh, um...my name's Avery."

"You come here often, Avery?"

"Uh...just every now and then, Eric" he replied, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Your name is Eric, right?"

"Yep. Sorry, I should have introduced myself first." the coyote said. "Me and my buddy Raymond here only come to Rusty's once in a while too, so I suppose that might be why we missed you."

The conversation was interrupted for a moment as the bartender slid two beer bottles across the scratched Formica bartop. Eric picked up his drink and took a sip before returning his eyes to the jay. "So, Avery, what you do here in town? Are you a college student?"

"Yeah, I'm a student at Eastriver State University, on the other side of the city. I'm majoring in visual arts for my BFA."

"So you're an artist, eh? What kind of art do you do?"

Avery allowed a shy smile to cross his beak as he began describing his passion for painting and some of the projects he had worked on. Gradually, he let his guard down as he became more comfortable in his conversation with Eric. Although he still found it a bit odd that these total strangers had taken an interest in him, he supposed that was just his introverted side acting antisocial again. There was hardly anything wrong with a bit of friendly chit-chat, right?

Unbeknownst to Avery, however, Eric and Raymond had something more than friendly conversation in mind for him. This was not a chance encounter between strangers; instead, Avery had deliberately been picked out as their mark. The pair had spotted him as soon as they walked into the bar, quickly deciding that the young jay was their most attractive target. Moreover, he was sitting alone and apparently unaccompanied, which made him all the more enticing.

With Avery being distracted by Eric, and the bartender busy serving other customers, Raymond decided to make his move. The kangaroo fished out a pill from a baggie in his jacket pocket and slipped it into the avian's glass when he wasn't looking. The triazolam tablet silently dissolved into the liquid, and Ray & Eric watched eagerly as the jay took another drink.

It didn't take long for the sedative-spiked rum to take effect. With each sip, Avery's speech became more slurred, his motions less coordinated, and his eyelids heavier with drowsiness. After about 30 minutes he was practically asleep, and Eric had to prop him up to keep him from falling out of his seat. Avery's glass was empty; their beers had barely been touched.

"I think my friend here has had a bit too much to drink" Raymond said to the bartender. "I'll pay off his tab tonight and we'll drive him home." If the bartender found anything suspicious about this arrangement, he wasn't inclined to ask questions - especially not when Ray slid him a $20 tip.

The two men carried Avery out into the night, each with one of the jay's arms slung over their shoulders. From here, the plan was fairly straightforward: having drugged their target insensate, Ray & Eric would drag the poor bastard a few blocks down to a van parked in an secluded alleyway. Inside the vehicle, they would take turns raping their victim, strip him of any money or valubles he might have, then dump them naked in a back alley before he regained consciousness. Avery wasn't the first young man to fall prey to their trap, and if they had it their way, he wouldn't be the last, either.

Having reached their van and gotten the bird inside with no complications, Raymond proceeded to lay the sleeping Avery onto a foam rubber matress in the back, making sure to handcuff his wrists behind his back and seal his beak shut with duct tape in case the drugs wore off early. Eric, meanwhile, was busy fumbling with a bottle of lube while at the same time trying to free his rapidly-stiffening prick from his pants.

"Yeah, he's a real cutie" Raymond quipped as he took his shirt off. "He struck my eye the second we walked through the door. Bet he has a reeeeal nice ass under those jeans"

"Only one way to find out" Eric said, having abandoned the lube bottle to focus on stroking his now-exposed canine cock. He hooked his free paw around a belt loop and yanked the jay's pants down, then did the same to his grey boxer shorts. "Can't wait to pound this guy's...wait...whoa, holy shit!"

"What is it?" Ray asked.

The coyote didn't speak. Instead, he pulled out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and used it to illuminate Avery's crotch. Instead of the penis and scrotum you would expect on a male, there was instead the unmistakable folds of a labia.

Eric's face scrunched up in confusion. "Hold up, is he actually a girl?"

"Nah, I don't think so" Ray said. "The rest of his body looks pretty masculine. So he's a dude - but a dude with a cunt, I guess. "

"Oh man" Eric laughed. "We really hit the fuckin' jackpot on this one. I call dibs on that pussy; gonna plow this birdy bitch-boy into next week-"

"No, hang on just a second. I got a better idea."

"The fuck you mean, 'you have a better idea'?" the coyote asked, incredulous. "You get handed a one-in-a-million piece of golden fuckmeat, and you need to sit there and think about what you're gonna do with it? Lemme screw him already!"

"Exactly: he's one-of-a-million" the kangaroo shot back. "Who knows when the hell we'll get another opportunity like this? We oughta make this one special."

The canine rolled his eyes. "Ugh, okay. I guess you got a point there. What do you have in mind?"

"How about we take him out somewhere where I can call over a couple of friends and we can have some fun gangbanging him? It will take a little while for everyone to get there, so you'll have plenty of time to fuck him yourself beforehand."

"Fine, but where do you want to do this?" Eric asked. "Cuz your place is too far away, and we're sure as hell not doing this at my apartment."

Raymond pondered the question for a moment. "Hmm...what about that old abandoned warehouse just outside of the west end - the one you and Vinnie were stripping for scrap copper last month? They haven't knocked it down yet, have they?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Great. You drive us there." the 'roo replied, tossing Eric the van keys. "I'm gonna get on the phone with the boys, see who's interested."

"Fine, but tell them to bring some beer or something" the coyote grumbled as he climbed into the driver's seat. "I'm still way too sober for this shit."

***

Avery's eyelids fluttered, a splitting headache awakening him from his slumber. He tried to let out a groan, but his beak felt impossible to move open. He was lying with his back on the cold hard ground, with no recollection of how he got there.

"Damn," he thought to himself, "did I really get that hammered last night? I don't even remember drinking that much!"

As his eyes began to adjust, however, he began to realize that something was very, very wrong. He was in some kind of decrepit building, with only a single, flickering lightbulb illuminating his surroundings. Moreover, he was completely naked, and could feel the cool air flowing around the countours of his body. He was lying on the dirty floor with his back against the wall, his wrists cuffed above his head around a standpipe. Two lengths of rope, tied around his ankles and secured to another set of pipes, kept his legs spread and his crotch exposed. Finally, a band of tape around his beak left him unable to cry out for help.

Confusion quickly gave way to outright terror as Avery struggled futilely to free himself of his bonds. The only thing he succeeded in doing, however, was creating a bunch of noise, which would attract him some unwanted attention...

"Ah, I see sleepyhead is finally awake." a voice said. Avery turned his head and saw two men approaching, a coyote and a kangaroo. He vaguely remembered their faces, but his mind was still swimming through a drug-induced haze and his memory of their interaction was little more than a blur. He had no idea who they were or how they got him here, but he was lucid enough to recognize that the pair were about to make his situation much worse.

"You're full of suprises, Avery", Raymond snickered as he loomed over the trussed-up jay, taking a drag from his cigarette in the process. "It's not every day that we come across a guy like you. Oh, we're gonna have a lot of fun tonight."

Eric knelt down in front of Avery. "Fuck, I've been waiting too long for this" the coyote said as he cupped his paw around the jay's pussy, fondling the black folds of his labia for a moment before hastily forcing a digit inside. Avery writhed helplessly in his restraints at this violation, feeling the coyote's finger roughly explore the interior of his vagina. Tears welled in his eyes out of shame and fear as a bit of involuntary arousal dampened his rapist's paw.

Eric quickly bored of fingering his victim, and set about lining up his dick - fully erect with pent-up lust - with the bird's cunt. A chill ran down Avery's spine as he stared at his impending fate in front of him.

"This can't be happening...oh god...this can't be happening..."

The coyote skewered the trembling jay in an instant, the tapered tip of his penis parting the lips of the bird's pussy. Avery gave a muffled yelp from his sealed beak as he felt the first inch thrust inside. Instinctively, his vagina clamped down in an attempt to expel the intruder, but this was completely ineffective; if anything, the sensation only spurred the coyote on. He forced his cock deeper, pushing inch by inch until he bottomed out against the bird's cervix.

"Christ, you're tight." Eric grunted. "You haven't had much experience down there, have you?" He grasped his paws around Avery's waist and began properly fucking him - first pulling nearly all the way out, then slamming back home in quick, brutal strokes. The coyote's balls slapped against the avian's posterior as their hips rhythmically crashed together. In short order, dribbles of pussy fluids and precum began soddening his thigh feathers.

All Avery could do was sob quietly on the floor, the hot tears stinging his eyes as he felt the coyote's prick pound his cunt. The burning pain of the initial penetration had subsided into little more than a dull ache, and he could even feel a little bit of pleasure where the top of his assailant's swollen knot mashed against the tip of his clit. There was no enjoying it, however; he felt disgusted with his body for getting any sort of arousal from this, and his mind was consumed by the intense, horrid feelings of being violated, of being treated as nothing more than a object for someone else to use.

"Don't you dare knot him. I don't wanna have to spend the next fifteen minutes trying to pry you two apart" Raymond growled. Avery lifted his head a few inches and could see the kangaroo was standing a few feet away, cock in paw, masturbating to the sight of his rape. "You gonna finish up soon or what?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm almost there" Eric grumbled. He quickened his pace, slamming himself against the jay's body as he edged closer towards climax. Then, with one last powerful thrust, he pushed himself all the way inside and gave his knot a squeeze with his paw. Hot jets of cum spurted into Avery, flooding his cunt with seed. The coyote gave a few more weak thrusts before finally pulling out, letting a trail of jizz leak out of the bird's gaped opening and drip onto his tail feathers.

Avery was given exactly twelve seconds of respite before Raymond took Eric's place in front of him. Knowing what was about to happen, he accepted his fate and closed his eyes, steeling himself for another round of his pussy getting fucked - only to open them in shock when he felt something cold and wet being smeared on his anus.

Ray teased his victim's ring with the tip of his penis after lubing him up, then abruptly shoved it inside. He wasn't getting anyware fast, however; the bird's pucker was more resistant than expected, and even with lube, the kangaroo was visibly straining to push his whole cock inside. Avery, meanwhile, was thrashing in his bonds and giving out muffled yelps and cries again. He was an anal virgin, and Ray's sudden invasion of his tight asshole was far more painful than Eric railing him vaginally. Every millimeter of throbbing meat that pushed into his rectum seemed to bring fresh bursts of pain, and his ring felt like it was being split apart.

His struggles were brought to a sudden halt when Ray delivered a ringing blow across the top of his head. "Quit clenching, you little bitch" he snarled. "I'm having your ass whether you like it or not, so you might as well relax and make it easier for both of us."

Eric laughed as he stood watching from behind. "Jeez, Ray. First time we find a guy with a pussy, and you still decide to fuck him in the ass! You really are a queer, aren't you?"

"Ah, shuddup. You're no less of a fag than I am", the kangaroo retorted.

Avery, meanwhile, had gotten the message from his smack and reluctantly unclenched his sphincter, allowing Ray to finally push himself balls-deep inside and begin thrusting in and out. It was still painful, but Avery knew that there was no use in continuing to put up resistance. He would just have to lay there and wait for this to pass.

The sadistic 'roo wasn't content with merely ravaging the jay's ass, however, and he began to rake his claws across the soft, downy feathers covering his belly, scratching at the sensitive skin underneath. Avery began to struggle again, but one glance at the icy look in Raymond's eyes, and he knew that this would not be tolerated; he was expected to lay still and take this as well, lest he invite another blow to the head.

When Ray bored of gouging at his abdomen, he then put his paw around the bird's neck and squeezed, crushing his throat in his grip. Avery's eyes went wild with panic as his muscles tensed up - which, to Ray's delight, caused his rectum to squeeze around the kangaroo's member, practically milking his cock. He let go of the jay's neck after a few seconds, leaving his victim wheezing and desperately trying to catch their breath as he continued to fuck them.

Avery felt his sanity begin to unravel as this cycle of fucking, gouging, & choking repeated itself again and again. His head was spinning from the pain - both physical and mental - of the assault on his body. Time seemed to be stretching out, as if the universe itself was determined to prolong his suffering. It felt like the world around him was fading away, leaving him trapped in the confines of this moment.

No relief. No escape. No "happy place" in his mind he could run away to, or pleasant memories to distract himself with. Just the cuffs digging into his wrists, the cock lodged up his asshole, and those wretched emotions of shame, fear, disgust, and regret battering his brain.

He barely even noticed when Raymond blew his load, coating the inside of his rectum with warm spunk. What he did notice - what finally snapped him out of his trance, in fact - was the searing, white hot pain that suddenly burst from his clitoris.

Avery shrieked, loud enough that it was clearly audible even from his taped beak. His head bolted upward, allowing him to see the source of the sensation: Ray had pressed the burning tip of his cigarette butt against his clit. The kangaroo gave Avery a nonchalant stare as he flicked the butt aside, placed a fresh ciggy in his mouth, and lit it with his Zippo. He stood up, leaving the bird weeping on the floor as he tucked his cock back into his pants.

Eric, meanwhile, rolled his eyes at his partner. "Goddammit, Ray, you just can't help youself, can you? Mind you, we got other people coming who wanna use this guy - people we invited at your insistence, I might add. Maybe you shouldn't go breaking them just yet."

"Break who?" called another voice from across the warehouse. Ray & Eric turned around, and Avery lifted his head again to see who it was as well. Six new men were now approaching: a draft horse, two mule deer, a cougar, a Dobermann, and an osprey. Several of them had coolers in tow.

"Eh, nothin' to worry about, Vinnie", Eric said to the Dobermann. "We just got a lightly-used fucktoy for you to play with. You remembered to bring drinks, right?"

"Sure did" he replied, tossing the grinning coyote a can of beer. He then took a glance at the Steller's jay shackled to the wall. "Wait a minute, Ray, didn't you say this was a dude? Looks more like a chick with no tits to me."

"Oh, who gives a fuck? All I know is it came with pussy attached, and I ain't asking any questions." Raymond replied, helping himself to a beer from the coolers. "Now who wants to go first?"

Avery felt another chill of dread creep down his spine as he watched the other men flip a coin to decide who would rape him next. How much longer could this night possibly last?

***

Two hours later, Avery was a broken, insensate mess splayed across the concrete floor. Cum was practically streaming out from both of his thoroughly-gaped holes, soaking his inner thighs and tail feathers. Additional gobs of jizz were plastered across the silvery-blue feathers covering his chest and abdomen. His mind had, by this point, lapsed into complete delirium; he felt completely detatched from his surroundings or from any sense of time, unable to remember even his own name. The world seemed faded again, like he was watching everything around him through a veil.

How many times had he been raped? Ten? Twenty? It probably didn't matter at this point. He did feel himself involuntarily orgasm at some point, but the physical pleasure hardly made a dent against his brain fog. Several times he had passed out, being revived in each instance with a facefull of icewater from the coolers.

His assaliants, meanwhile, were all completely plastered, having consumed three cases of lager and two bottles of Jack Daniel's between them. All except one, that was: Raymond was noticeably sober compared to his companions, having abstained from much of the drinking. He was standing attentively by the wall as a drunken Eric shambled over to him.

"Heeeeey man, whaa you wanna do with da birrrrrrd? I dun't think I can keep 'im at home, maaaaan."

"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of him." the 'roo replied, glancing over at Avery.

There were several courses of action that Ray was contemplating. On the one hand, it would be easiest just to dump the jay outside and leave - after all, that's what he & Eric had done with all of their other victims. On the other hand, unlike all those previous times, Avery had been awake when they raped him. Sure, he was barely concious now, but who knows how much longer that would last? Therefore, it might be more prudent to deal with him in a more...permanent fashion. They would be leaving some evidence at the scene in either case, but with the latter option, at least that evidence wouldn't be able to name names or pick out faces from a lineup.

Just like that, Avery's fate was sealed in Ray's mind. He began wandering around the warehouse, searching for an implement to assist with his efforts. It didn't take him long to find such an object: a two foot length of galvanized steel pipe. He moved back toward Avery, unlocking his handcuffs and untying the ropes that held his legs apart. Then, with the pipe in one paw and the jay's ankle in the other, he began dragging his victim towards the door.

Avery, for his part, put up no resistance as he was dragged out of the warehouse and into the vacant field next door. Even as the rough ground scraped his back & shoulders, he didn't struggle at all. He was as detached from the world as ever when Ray finally set him down in a small patch of dirt, hidden amongst the tall grass.

The kangaroo took a step back, looking the jay dead in the eyes. A blank, unfocused gaze stared back at him.

Then he raised the pipe above his head and swung down.

The first blow struck right under his left eye, shattering his orbital bones. The second hit the crown of his head, creating a depressed dent in his skull. The third struck his chest and cracked three ribs in a single blow. Raymond beat him ferociously, swinging dozens of times, engulfed in a homicidal rage that he oh so rarely got to express. Only when he became physically exhausted did he finally stop swinging.

The kangaroo tossed the pipe to the side and took a good, long look at his handiwork. The jay had been bludgeoned practically beyond all recognition. His body was a mosaic of bruises and lacerations, feathers stained with blood, limbs visibly bent out of shape. He had hit the jay's beak so hard that a three inch wide chunk had broken clean off the tip. As a final disgrace, he spat onto the bird's face, then plodded off back towards the warehouse.

It began to rain.

First a slow spattering of droplets, then a veritable downpour of water from the sky. Blood and semen washed off of Avery's body and mixed into the mud below. The chilling raindrops managed to keep him from passing out again as they battered against him. Internally, blood was spilling out from damaged vessels and pooling in his chest cavity, creating a hemothorax that crushed his lungs with each passing minute. Every breath became shallower and more labored than the last.

Avery writhed in his death throes, moaning weakly. His psyche had disintegrated into nothing, permanently beyond realizing that he would never leave this freezing, muddy hole.

He drew his final breath, and lay still.