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King Fisher sat in his favorite chair. It was maroon and had patterns of purple bone shaped patches all over it. He was just about to fall asleep, a pun-filled novel known as Zanth in one paw and a teddy bear in the other. Sure he was a little old for teddy bears, after all it was his sophomore year at high school, but sleeping with his teddy had become a bit of tradition, and it was almost impossible to be comfortable without him. The teddy was dressed in blue overalls, made of denim like material and had tiger colored mock-fur. He was quite cute, black beady eyes looked at its owner with content and serenity. Its fur tickled his fur with orange and white stripes, and when ever he had reason to cry, nothing hugged better then it.

His eye lids started to become heavy as he read. What time was it? His head flopped to the side. Beside him was a small table with a lime green lampshade and a digital clock on top of it. The lime-green lamp matched his green, jungle themed living room, which had dark green wallpaper with sponged green spots blended into it. His mother worked as an interior designer so each room had a different theme to it. His father was her business assistant. In reality however, his real job was that he worked for military intelligence; although King wasn't suppose to know that. Apparently right now his father was in a conflict country on a "business meeting."

He looked at the digital clock. The numbers on it were blurry and unfocused. He must have been really tired; usually his vision isn't that bad. The same with his book, the print was to blurry to read. He looked to his other side, he didn't know why, he just did. There was the regular window, curtain dancing majestically in a breeze. Oddly enough, however, the window was closed. He got up, teddy bear and book falling from his hands, and walked over to the window. Looking outside, it was a shadow; the darkness of the night. It made him feel sad to look at the nothing, and he started to whimper. Suddenly, tears dripped off his cheeks and he gotten the sudden urge to curl up with his teddy.

"Help me." An eerily ghostly voice called from behind him. King Fisher turned around, and his eyes widened as he noticed his teddy bear was sinking through the floor. Ripples around him, it was like he was drowning in quicksand. He dived down to try and rescue his best buddy but as his paws hit the floor he was gone. He took his paw and began to claw at the floor, trying to dig through it. Normally, he couldn't dig to well through hard wood floor, but this time, he was digging through it as though it was soil. In fact, it was soil. Surprised he seized his digging to notice that around him was now a jungle. Thick foliage developed in a circle around him, the trees standing tall looking; tangle-y and exotic, and the moon shined down light, on his small open glade. He dug and dug but it was no use, his friend had left him.

He began to whimper again, feeling alone and lost in this thick jungle, he felt like he was on his own, no one cared enough to come rescue him. Suddenly he heard a stick crack, somebody was here! He looked over at the direction of the sound, and he saw two yellow eyes looking at him through the darkness. They didn't scare him, rather, they enticed him, and somewhat aroused him. Aroused? He looked down and saw that he was completely naked. His tan fur shined brilliantly off his body, and his semi erect member flopped outwards over his testicles. He smiled his body scrawny, with some tight muscle development around his frame. He wasn't too happy about his body but somehow as these eyes watched him he felt more confident. He ran up to see who was behind the eyes; he pictured a sexy tiger female, after all the eyes did look rather feline. As he ran however, the eyes disappeared and a path opened up through the jungle, which made it easy to run through the foliage. His naked body, free and flopping as he ran, he never before felt so confident about himself. As he chased after the being that was no longer there, he tripped over a root and soon found himself falling into oblivion. A feeling of weightlessness surrounding his body as he was pulled further into the darkness, his penis standing tall and sticking out, he found it tempting to paw off. Although the oblivion around him had him paralyzed, making it impossible to move.

THUD! He hit a pillowed bottom. Now he was in a cave, surrounded by rainbow colored rock. There was a rounded dead end behind him and a tunnel leading outside directly in front of him. He followed the cave outside and was now standing in a field of tulips. Most of the tulips where red, but one tulip in the middle was white, all were wilted and half dead looking. He felt a personal connection to the white tulip, he didn't know why.

"La-La-La, Morning bells are ringing." A female voice sang in the distance. He starred at the siren before him. It was Cindy, the only female jackal in his school. He had a huge crush on her, she was so beautiful. Her head fur was long and danced off her hips, which were usually wrapped in a school-girl uniform. Her legs were perfectly formed and wonderfully colored a sandy yellow. As he looked at her, he noticed that she was dressed in only a white ribbon that danced around her perfectly formed naked body as she swung her arms around, twirling and singing. She was quite far away, so her more womanly features could not be seen in detail. He couldn't walk either, as though her song had him in a trance.

As she sang and danced she began to let off an ambience of light. Purple and pink glowed off her body as the colors brought the red flowers around her to stand tall. She worked her way to the middle, but when the light hit the white tulip, it would not stand tall. It remained wilted. She sighed, a look of disappointment on her face and she appeared before King.

"If you search for me, your search will never be completed." She said, her lips barely moving but her voice clear all the same.

"Why?" King, started to cry again, and his teddy was back into his arms.

"Why? Such a simple question, created from not so simple, complex problems." She smiled and she faded away, the surrounding environment following her.

"No, no, no." He suddenly woke up; he was now in his bed. Mom must have carried him up after seeing he had fallen asleep in his chair. He looked over at his clock. It read 6:30 A.M. technically he didn't have to get up till another fifteen minutes, but he didn't feel like going back to sleep. He turned on his ceiling light and his room was illuminated. His, "wolf den" themed room portrayed around him, it was dark brown with a rock pattern painted into it. She made his room an underground cavern because of a pun about him liking, "Rock Music." The way his mom always mentioned it made him smile. He had really nice parents.

He walked down the hallway, in his boxers. They were black with white pinstripes. A favorite of his, it made him feel like a 1940's mobster. The hallway had a space and time theme to it. Mainly black with white "stars" dots painted on it, it was decorated in pictures of the family, along with black holes and planets. He stepped into the kitchen; it was newly renovated and lacked a theme of its own. White walls and white tiles, very boring, his mother despised the kitchen. King Fisher ate his usual breakfast of milk and cereal and walked to the bathroom. The theme, underwater, he took off his boxers and placed it on the coral-reef counter. He looked at the clam shell mirror matching the reflection's eyes to his own. He wasn't that bad looking, but it always seemed Cindy saw him as a friend. He's kissed her once, but they've never been an "item." He gave his body a good check out with his eyes. He was healthy, his body mainly developed from karate, Tae Kwon Do, and fencing classes he took during the week. Strong pectorals, developing abs (they never showed well on his body but were somewhat faded- making them "developing."), nice arm muscles, and a moderate sized package. He cupped his genitalia checking them out a bit longer. He stepped into the shower, washed himself, and went through the rest of his morning schedule, brushed his teeth, got dressed, and so on.

He was done around 7:15, fashionably dressed in a white t-shirt with blue jeans. He liked the classic 1950's tough guy look, with the white t-shirt tight over his muscles, and his blue jeans strong to his buttock. It always seemed to make the girls head turn with unhinged jaws. And that's the way he liked it. Also it helped him fit in with the rest of the macho men at his school, he was a sensitive soul on the inside, but around the halls, he had to be tough. He continued his annual hike to education.

Feline Vocational Institution wins it again.

Star Player:

James Crook!

"Hmm?" King couldn't help but look at the newspaper article displayed in a store window. There was that damn Tiger bastard, standing there with his shirt off. He was holding a trophy in one hand and a basketball in the other. Seems like he won it for the FVI (Feline Vocational Institution) Fighters again, that would mean a general displeasured social environment at school. That James Crook was to good of an athlete, his abs were to perfectly formed, his body carved like an artistic sculpture, his muscles were so bitable, and his crotch so tight with those gym shorts barely making it around the curves of his muscular legs. He placed his paw over the glass window, censoring out his mythic-Greek-hero figure. He was the biggest loser he had ever seen, if he didn't win so many games against Canine High--suddenly James stopped his current train of thought, derailing it in what his brain would call: The epic crash of the centaury. Did he just call James's muscles bitable? And what was he doing looking at James's crotch? Suddenly his ears perked up as a hand placed itself on his ass cheek, giving it a good firm goose before letting go. For a second he thought it was James and his heart jumped- then a copycat derailment of thought happened again, and James's brain couldn't help but stand in awe as their thoughts stood in a bloody mess at the side of the train tracks again. Why would he want James to be behind him? I mean he's a loser jerk. The only reason he would want James to be behind him probably was so he could kick his ass! Ya, that was it, although something seemed to make him think otherwise.

"Enjoying the view? I've heard of a scenic route but this is absolutely ridiculous." Said the voice from behind him, he instantly recognized it, traces of mirth and joy overlapping a hint of sexual frustration. Behind him stood, James--no, not James, James is just a stupid jock athlete. It was Brad, slimy, grease furred, gossip vulture Brad, a personal favorite of King to beat up. His dark brown hyena fur made it hard for blood to show up, and his lack of physique made for easy punching, he usually wore ragged jeans with a black t-shirt.

"Hey, Brad-thought I'd told ya nect time ya come 'roun ta talk wit meh. I was gonna rougha ya up." King started talking in his mock, tough New Yorker accent, cracking his knuckles for intimidation.

"Wouldn't do that if I were you, Travolta. I've got me some hired help. So you better just listen to what I have to say, gay boy."

"Yo startin' ta burn my blood, because it's boilin' Brad. And when my blood boils aint no body comin ta save yo." He found his New Yorker accent turning more into an Urban Ghetto thug's linguistics. He started to laugh, grabbing the shirt of the cesspool of acne before him. Acne usually isn't a problem for furs, but somehow those giant pimples seemed to sprout from his dark brown coat.

"What? Going urban on me now? Honestly, get those paws off of me bud; I don't want to see you roughed up by, "Sloppy" Joe." Suddenly jesters were put to the guillotine at the words of the hideous hyena. "Sloppy Joe" was serious business. A rhino, better known as the goliath of this part, he had grown the reputation of being the worst criminal this city has ever seen. Spending eighty percent of his time on the weight machine he was a tank, and anybody in their right mind would not mess with "Sloppy" Joe. He tended to make his opposing enemy as sloppy as possible without killing them. Plus, he once shoved King into the swing sets in grade one. After that, he was immediately sent to remediation at a school on the separate side of the city.

The other side of Sloppy Joe was that he didn't do any favors for anyone. Well, unless there was a cash reward involved. But Bunk Brad belonged to the pits of pitiful poverty. Not a dime on his body to spare for protection, that's for sure. So this surely was a bluff. King responded with a good wham to the nose of the heinous hyena.

"I'm going to do you sloppy!" WHAM! King was knocked down the street. A hard head ramming him, blunted horns bruising his body on impact. The jackal rolled down the street. He stopped when he hit a mailbox, frozen a bit in pain, but remembering his martial arts training he quickly caught himself and rose to his feet. Only to meet his eyes with a rampaging rhino, throwing up dust and debris as he ran towards him, in an injured-mind induced slow-motion. Shit! He jumped out of the way just in time before being rammed again. Making a quick turn, he ran towards an ally that was just around the corner. But as he did so, the Hyena stuck out his foot causing King to trip and fall. Soon King found his face in refuse and other moldy memorabilia of the street's alleyway's garbage.

He turned around and stood up to give that hyena another good whack of the face. Slamming his knuckles into Brad's cheek, Brad fell to the ground. King immediately began to re-think his actions, for this gave the Rhino plenty of time to impede his stampede, turn around, and charge forth giving the jackal another harmful blow to his stomach. This blow however started low, rose high and pushed him into the sky causing him to fly for a second before hitting the ground hard. He breathed for a minute before the rhino placed his giant foot on his chest. The last thing he saw was his grin before blanking out.

As he was blanked out he had a dream again. The dream was much like the one he had before, only this time it started with him in the cave. When he exited the cave, there were no fields of flowers, only one white flower. The flower was wilted and the dancer returned, only this time it was not Cindy, it was somebody else. With the same white ribbon dancing around her figure from a distance, he could make out a bulky body, athletic shape, and a tigers tail, perhaps it was a more masculine figure then feminine. As he danced, he purred, and as he purred the flower became turgid. His own "flower" rising with it, suddenly the purpose of the dream started to make sense.

"Oh shit!" James stood back, the dream around him started to shake as everything became clear and his mind strained under stress. "Shit! This can't be!" He started to cry, "I'm in love with..." He sighed, this was a nightmare! "I'm in love with Feline Vocational Institution. I want to join the winning school. Oh how horrible! Well it's a good thing I'm not cat."

The tiger walked up to him holding his flower, fully naked before him. The jackal dropped his eyes to see an erect penis standing off the tiger's body. Uncircumcised and bulky; it was craving attention. He passed the flower to the jackal and suddenly his voice began to resemble Hill-airy Duck, a talented teen avian singer. "Wake up, Wake up."

"What?" King said, holding the flower looking confused.

"Wake up, Wake up."

"What do you mean?" He was still holding the flower, twirling it in his fingers. He began to feel like he was falling, like somehow he was sucked into a vortex and now moving through a wormhole to a new world.

"Wake up, Wake up." Suddenly the jackal was jerked awake and his body jolted in a spasm. "Wake up; Wake up, on a Saturday night." The radio was playing in the background.

"What? Where am I?" The jolted jackal tried to get up but his body was bruised and in pain all over, an icepack was over his head.

"Could be New York, maybe Hollywood and vine." The radio continued to play.

"Oooh, god it hurts." He cried out in pain, his body felt as though he had just been compacted into a small recycled cube of bone and corpse. His vision blurry and his clothes dipped in red blood.

"Alright, alright. That was Hill-Airy Duck, with "Wake Up", next up, "Say it Right" by Nelly FURtoto."

The radio had skipped, he blacked out a bit. That was not good. King then rose up to a seating position. Realizing that one, to do this action it would result in an episode of elongated pain, and two, that he was in a stranger's home, laying in the bedroom.

"Oh thank god you're awake! I was just about to call the ambulance. I feared that you might have been given a concussion, but I suppose you Canine High-ians are tougher then you look." The jackal looked over to the doorway, their stood a tiger, strong, and beautiful. "AHH" the train of thought screamed as it was derailed yet again, flying off the train tracks and off to the side, scrapping against the hard earth as fire, blood and pain erupts in a climatic explosion of horrendous event. Did he just call the tiger known as James Crook beautiful? His face was shocked, frozen in place at his own thoughts.

"Oh, I'm James, James Crook. The guy who has beaten your school at almost every sporting event." James seeing his guest's face knew that he must have felt a little confused. After all, he's all beaten up, probably unable to remember the fight, left in a stranger's home, and that stranger is the most hated man at his school.

"Shit not you!" King started to laugh, trying to suppress the feeling that he couldn't determine, and was therefore frightened by it. "I hope it wasn't you that did this to me?"

"What, no, you were in a fight. Some hyena with "Sloppy" Joe, you're pretty brave to even try to fight that guy."

"I fought "Sloppy" Joe and survived? I'm a better fighter then I thought."

"Stupider then you thought as well." James began to laugh and then King joined in. Their laughing eventually seized and an awkward paused followed, before James perked his ears hearing the tea kettle go off. He returned with a tray of green herbal tea. Sitting on the bed with the jackal he poured some tea into a cup, where its rancid smell finally wafted into the nasal passages of the canine.

"Aw, that smells horrible. What is it?" The jackal said making a rather humorous disgusted face.

"I don't know some type of oriental health tea. Suppose to help the brain after it's gone through trauma. It helps me sometimes when I get a strong head blow in football or whatever. I like to joke it hurts more then it helps. I know it's not very funny-"

King started to laugh, it was a lame joke, but after sipping his tea, he needed that laugh. There was a long awkward pause as King stared at the tail of James. It was wagging a bit, sliding back and forth. What exactly were his plans for him? He sighed looking over at the radio that was now playing, "Confession on a dance floor" by Maredonna. The radio was on a well made handcrafted bedside table accompanied by a picture of the tiger at the beach in a perfect romantic sunset scene. His shirt was off and he was in swimming trunks with his arms around a beautiful lady jackal wearing a yellow polka dot bikini (it looked like she was wearing it for the first time).

"Who's that?" Somehow he recognized her a bit but wasn't to sure on her identity.

"That's my girlfriend, Cindy. She goes to your school." His heart was stung cold. He shook his head, trying to organize his thoughts. For some reason, it hurt to know that James had a girlfriend. After all he was the one who held his flower. Wait a minute, what was that suppose to mean?

"...and that's how we met. King, are you okay?" He had blanked out again.

"Yea, I'm fine. I just got caught up in thought. Do you mind if I stay over tonight. I can't go home looking like this." The Jackal said, overhearing, "Love Stinks" on the radio.

"Sure! Better call your parents however. I think you should stay for a longer while. Maybe a week, give your body time to recover. Tell your parents that you're participating in athletic camp at F.V.I. Trust me, you go to the hospital and legal issues will develop."

"Yeah, I suppose that's better. Besides, you're not too bad of a doctor." The jackal laughed while the tiger scratched his chin looking at him with a weird eye as he started to take off his shirt.

"Oh so you want to play doctor don't you?" The tiger said, now fully naked, his uncircumcised tiger penis already standing tall pushing back its foreskin. The sex tool--no machine, looking pumped up and bitable.

"If doctor needs a patient, then show me how sick I am. Or how sick YOU can be." The jackal said starting to rub himself. His soft paw massaging up and down his body and head. He's feelings made him moan -- self massaging it with his tight touch.

"I think you need a rectal thermometer." He found himself then presented in front of the tiger, his hips raised. He then started to observe, not only was this scene written like a cheap porno, it was also jumping around like a bad DVD. And the lack of visual and descriptive elements would suggest--it's a dream. Shit. He woke up; he was in James' bed, the lights off and the clock reading 12:00 A.M. He could feel the tea heal him. Wait! The blank out dream! How could he explain that dream? Wait! What dream. He remembered no dream. That was his story, and he was sticking to it. There was no homoerotic dream with James the tiger. He then fell back asleep, self-assured that he indeed did not remember that dream. The rest of the week went by quite well, and by the end, his blank outs had diminished, his bruises had healed, and he got himself a new best friend.

It was Monday in the next week, everything was back to normal. King made his morning schedule and had a pretty nice walk on his way to school. The weather was lovely, the Hyena was gone, and Sloppy Joe decided not to rough him up. The gods did smile on him for sure. It was not until after school, did conflict decided to hit him again.

King had just finished last period Gym class. He was about to walk out of the gymnasium and make the long wander home, when he realized he forgot his math book. His bag felt way to light on his shoulders, especially when it's supposed to be carrying one weeks worth of high school work. He turned around and made his way to the locker room. Assuming he might of left it there. He opened his locker; it remained empty and horribly smelly. He always thought that's what brimstone would smell like.

"Hey, Mother fucker, you think you can just leave for a week? Disappear like a fucking ghost? Huh? You think my little grudge of how you broke my nose that day would just die down? Better yet, the vendetta I have held over you for what a living hell you've made my life would just go away in a little week. Fuck you, you and I have unfinished business."

He sighed, recognizing the voice immediately. That mirthful, disgusting, sexually frustrated cesspool of a filthy lifestyle was standing right behind him. Most likely the gray armored moron was lurking around as well, as his guardian. He could run. He could fight. But before he could do any of that, he would have to turn around. So he did, he turned around. Matching eyes with Brad he could see Joe was behind the hyena holding his math textbook.

"Brad, Joe, is that my math book?" The jackal said making friendly conversation.

"Yuh, it is. Looking for it?" Joe said a smile stretching across his dumb, blunted horned face. It was suggested by law that his horns be taken off. Sometimes the law can be a good thing.

"Want to give it to me." King said holding out his hand calmly. A radio was in the background playing a smooth classical tune. He could not see the radio, but he could hear it.

"Sure! Here yuh GO!" He then took the book and half slammed, half threw it into his chest. King fell to his knees letting out a whimper of pain.

"That hurt, bitch?" Brad wryly giggled, the rhino doing the same.

"Please, you almost killed me last time. I've learned my lesson. Rhino why are you doing this? You wouldn't do anything for some poor scuzzball like this guy." King said, tears developing. So much for the macho image.

"Why do I do this? Ha ha ha. What you fail to see is that I've always had reason to get back at you." The rhino said, a hint of insanity growing in his already angry eyes, "Remember in grade one? Remember when I head butted you into the swing set?"

"Yes." The jackal did indeed remember, the hyena standing there looking annoyingly confident, but fortunately remaining silent.

"Oh that's how you remember it? You don't remember it as a lie you made up to get back at me for stealing your snack pack during lunch? You don't remember how you ran into that swing set all by yourself, showed the teacher the bruise, and blamed it on me. An event that ruined my life! All for a fucking snack pack. You know how wrong that is? DO you!"

"That's not what happened. You actually did push me into the swing set."

"Oh really? Brad baby bring out your journal from grade 1." Brad threw him the journal and Joe opened it up quickly as though he's been to that page many-a-times. He flung the opened book at King. There it read in very neat handwriting,

I saw King blame Rhino. He went to swing set. It made me sad.

He went through the other pages of the journal they all read in horribly scribbled cursive:

I hate King, I hate King, King will pay. King has no crown.

"He framed me! He knew you were too stupid for something to remember something from grade one. Look at the writing difference. He added this in!" King pleaded. OOPS! Shouldn't have called him stupid.

"It don't matter. I have my other reasons too." The rhino said, looking over at the hyena giving him a wink. Something was odd.

"Other reasons?" He said getting back to his feet.

"Yeah, we're lovers." Brad said viciously. He then turned his neck around to match his lips with the rhinos. Placing a paw on Joe's chest they engaged in a kiss as their tongues danced inside each others mouth. Brad's other paw making its way into the rhino's pants as he turned around for a face to face confrontation.

"What the fuck!" King yelled out, his voice now a growl. His paws tightened into a fist.

"Shut up!" Joe broke their kiss to say that quick flash of dialogue before slamming his fists into King's face. King's vision went blurry and he soon blanked out.

King's view came back about fifteen minutes later. Although when examining his current situation he would have preferred to remain knocked out, he was tied up in the shower area of the locker room. His body lowered in a kneeling pose with a water pipe behind him. A shower faucet connected to the water pipe, his feet were tied securely to the vertical cylinder behind. On both sides of the pipe his hands we're tied to the water taps and stretched out painfully. However it wasn't the fact that he was tied up that worried him, it was the fact that a naked rhino and a naked hyena were standing directly in front of him grinning at their unwilling captive.

"I'm going to make you hurt" The rhino said, rubbing his growing erect shaft right in the face of king. The hand moving forward and back as he pushed and pulled along his massive dick.

"Yea, I want to ruin King's life like he ruined mine." The hyena laughed standing directly on the side of the rhino. One hand down fondling Joe's balls as the other hand played with himself.

"Please don't, please don't!" King could only plead for help as he tried to wiggle himself free in futility. He was not naked himself. His underwear was still on; however for the rest of the clothes, they were gone.

"I'm going to stick it in that nice little mouth of his." The rhino said, his cock standing tall and powerful before king's small jackal face. Pre-cum dripping off the head a bit as he stroked on himself. The hyena still playing with himself. "Brad hold his head in place while I give this jackal a good poke."

"If you stick that anywhere near me I'll bite it off." He growled but somehow the idea seemed rather pleasant. He then started to feel himself get hard in his boxers. Oh shit! He better hold it down. If he perks himself out, it'll give those idiots the wrong idea. He closed his eyes for a while to try and push back the pain, why was this happening to him? Bad things we're suppose to happen to the villain of the story. Had he really been a villain? He decided it was best to keep his eyes closed as two paws were placed on his cheeks and he was roughed into place. Tears streamed down his face, why couldn't he be somewhere else? With James - and Cindy. The classical music that he heard before suddenly was turned up, as he felt his controlled mouth taken in the cock of the rhino.

"You like this bitch? I'm going to face fuck you hard." The rhino's voice bellowed. True, he could bite down. That would be the smart. If he was thinking logical he would of ripped that thing right off. But somehow the firm paws on his muzzle were forcing him to take the rhino's cock into his mouth. So all he did was whimper, and wiggle a bit to try and get free.

The cock sped up as his head began to hurt under the stress. He could have blanked out now, but who knows what they'll do then. Pushing in and out of his mouth the rhino was letting out moans, moans that matched the gagging of the jackal. He choked for the penis presented to him was too much to take. He could feel the pressure start to build up on the rhino's cock, would he strain to hold it to make it last longer or let it fire out down his throat. How long will it take before he will cum?

"Oh Brad. I'm going to cum in his face. Open his eyes; I want him to SEE this!" The rhino laughed. As Brad pinched King's eyes open, the rhino's cock rolled out of his mouth. His eyes began to focus, still watery a bit from the massive piece of meat that was just in his mouth. Finally his view came back to its full potential and before him was the one eye of the rhino's great snake. Being rubbed for its final pleasures, pointed at the jackal's face. Suddenly, as though to match the atmospheric noise of classical music his mind slowed down the world around him. The rhino rubbed on himself as he slowly watched the cum peek out from the hole and shoot like a cannon at his face. Immediately, he ripped free of hyena's grip and the large load smacked off the side of the jackals face splattering horribly. Its mess making a cum-hairball of his fur. He began to weep again, his face feeling sticky and reeking of male fluids. Not only that, his raised arms were starting to cramp and become sore.

"Untie him, and reposition him for an ass ramming!" The rhino let out another laugh, joining him was Brad, the jackal could only let out a few coughs as his head ached and his eyes cried. "Well hurry up, I want to make him hurt!"

"Okay Okay." Brad said, untying the jackal's arms and feet as he fell to the floor in exhaustion and emotional stress. His body was a fallen leaf of a tree. Deserted by all, he could only wait to wither and die on this shower bathroom floor. He curled into a ball and began to weep. In his mind hell had burned its way up to earth, although for some reason, he couldn't help but feel like there was a bit of silver lining.

"Ha ha ha. Look at that bug squirm." Brad said giving him a kick in his back.

"Going in a ball is not going to help you boy." Joe said, his voice accelerating into a lung splitting laugh. Suddenly, King couldn't help but feeling like a science fair volcano project. All he needed was the baking soda and vinegar and he was ready to explode. His blood began to boil, his muscle tightened, a faint growl curled off his lips, and his pupils turned bloodshot.

"What's wrong little boy? Tensing up for the fucking?" The rhino said laughing but his voice cut off as the Jackal rose to his feet. A fire burning in his eyes, the semen was like a mask over his muzzle. He was no longer King. He was a demon.

"Shit, I don't like his look Joe." Brad said hugging the bicep of his partner. King's eyes dropped to notice a stray pen that someone left of the floor just below the feet of the two lovers. He began to slowly walk towards it, all mortality lost in his body. His stance strong and his arms swaying sternly in front of him, the hyena and the rhino could only stand frozen intimidated. King bent down in front of his pen, going down onto his knees and bowing down before the two.

"I think he wants your cock now Brad. Go ahead give it to him. I'll hold his head. Ha Ha Ha. Maybe he likes it." King kept silent, as the Rhino laughed nudging his partner nervously to get sucked off by the jackal. Brad smiled and the Rhino walked over to King's side, kneeled down to his level and held his head in place. He did so gently, thinking that King was enjoying this. Brad placed his hard member in the face of the jackal, as the rhino moved his hand under King's boxers and rubbed his naked rump gently. The fur stood tall on King's body and the fire ignited into its full blaze. He gripped the pen that he had under his paw the whole time and raised it into the air. With a thundering drive from the sky he jabbed the pen into the eye of the rhino. Blood welled out immediately as he fell onto his ass screaming in pain. Brad looked in horror as the rhino cried out a stream of blood from his optical wound. King rose to his feet and starred at Brad in the eyes. The eyes only showed death for brad. CRACK! The hyena's neck snapped back as a hard punch hit his face. He immediately collapsed with his nose bloody and his vision moist and unclear. The jackal responded to this with a couple good stomps on the hyena's skull.

He might of cracked open his skull; he might have turned him into mush. To be honest, King didn't know. His rage was literally blind, because before he knew it he was running down the streets tears skiing off his cheeks, blood on his paws, and cum on his face. Dressed still only in his underwear his foot paws pounded on the sidewalk with one thing on his mind: James. A police officer began to chase after him but King just responded with a quick sharp glance of his cum demon mask and the officer backed off. He continued his marathon to James' house. His muscles straining and pumping as he ran. The energy sucked from what was left of his blood rage, he seemed to have unlimited strength. The sun rose on the horizon before he finally pressed the doorbell on James' door and collapsed. The door swung open and bath-robe covered ankles stood before him. His arms were octopus tentacles, swinging over the lower leg of his savoir before him. Tears rolled down his face, he was saved. The body felt tense and before he knew it he was kicked off the legs. Disappointed at first he realized it was only so his angel good bend over to his level without the awkwardness of being caught in the bond he strained to keep. The angel did so, flying down to his level with white wings. He tried to clear his eyes of tears so he could meet the face of the seraphic being before him,

"Oh, what happened King you look horrible!"

King's ears perked up in surprise as his vision cleared around the shape of --"Cindy?"

"Its okay, it's okay." She said holding him in, her breasts like pillow. Her comfort did its job, but he still wished it was James in his arms. Cindy's embrace was tight and he still felt secure, however. It would have to do.

"Oh Cindy it was just horrible." King cried out the tears dropping off his eyes, as they started to flow again.

"I'm sure it was King, I'm sure it was." Her light tan fur was a heavenly touch against his own. Her heartbeat, her very essence was so soothing and calming. Exhaustion, despair, and all scars of the past seemed to glide off his fur as he embraced into her body.

Then like a rock to a window, Cindy started to move her lips and exercise her vocal cords as the words, "I've always loved you" escaped her lungs. Normally this would have been a wonderful thing to hear, a gift from the heavens. But heaven was in flames, as King noticed that James was standing right behind Cindy. Cindy unknowing of this continued to spell out her hidden love for King; James just dropped his ears and walked silently sulking into the next room. King wanted to break free from this prison, but the paradise of her body was just too enticing.

How could such a perfect day end up so wrong in the end?

Okay this story is WAY to long. I don't know if I'm really into writing lengthy pieces so expect the sequel (this was only suppose to be one story BTW) to be a it shorter (I plan it to be pretty yiffy however so perhaps it'll be longer then planned...like this one)

So probably the reason it's so long is because I decided to be a bit artistic with this particular piece. Hope that it got you thinking.

Also about the rape scene, I don't like rape in RP, I don't like rape ever. I guess I was just exploring my boundaries as a writer. I'm sorry if I offended you during the rape scene. Heck, I even offended myself. So don't expect a lot of rape yiff from me in the future. And anyone who tries to rape me, or get me to rape them on Furcadia can expect a pen in the eye (how painful that would be! Poor Joe.)

Speaking of Furcadia, I would like to dedicate this piece to Sid'Nic Asher. My golden equine. I told him I wasn't into rape, and then I wrote this piece. Terribly sorry, never again I swear. Also I would like to mention my little tribute to Piers Anthony with the "Zanth" book. Always willing to talk Xanth with anyone.

BTW (wow sweet vocab I have) , on my own for editing again, and since it's a longer piece. I'm terribly sorry for any mistakes I missed.

Now with a question I leave to my readers: who is the real villain of my story?

I'd also like to hear what your interpretation of the jackal's dream. What about the jungle? The teddy bear leaving him? The scene changes. Whats it all mean? Just trying to get you guys (and girls) thinking. What's the music mean? What do the blank-outs symbolize (and no it's not because I was lazy--there is a reason for them.)? Okay, that's enough, I'll stop.

One last note, the sequel will come soon enough. It's going to be a while, but it'll come. As for the conclusion...I might write it...I might not. So tell me if you want me to leave it at Electric Equine, or should I write the conclusion?