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The Cabin: A Tale of Terror

Part 2: The Accident

By Bunny Hops

Characters:

Simcoe: 23 year old male bunny, green fur, skinny-fat

Basil: 23 year old male opossum, athletic twink

Guin: 22 year old male moon bear, stocky build

Felix:23 year old male arctic wolf, tall and muscular

Acetate: 23 year old male kobold, green and blue scales, short and stocky

Setting:

Mid-October, 2010, in the secluded western foothills of Adirondack State Park in upstate New York.

"What. The actual! Fuck!?!"

Simcoe and Basil were so captivated in the pleasure of each other's bodies they failed to notice Guin and Felix entering the cabin from the kitchen entrance. The burst of cold air on the bunny's bare backside wasn't his blood running cold from orgasmic bliss, but from the moon bear and arctic wolf swinging the front door wide open.

In frantic movements Simcoe heaved himself off the opossum, sitting back upright on the couch as he fumbled to pull his pants back up. Basil did the same, sitting upright and grasping at his pants and searching futility for the blanket that had fallen to the floor to cover himself up.

"You bunch of fucking faggots!" Guin growled, slamming the the front door so hard it cracked the frame. "You fucking faggots! No, don't try to cover your shame. You don't get that, you can sit there and stew in your filth, faggots!"

Simcoe looked down to see his belly and public fur was matted with stringing globs of off white cum. He didn't dare look over to Basil and risk the ire of the hostile bear, but he knew the opossum must look the same. He couldn't tell if he had ejaculated, if the Basil did, or both of them had. The sudden jolt of fear at the moment of climax erased anything that had happened in that moment.

"We're pulling up our pants," Simcoe said definitively to prepare Guin to their movements. He raised his butt off the couch but didn't fully stand up straight, not wanting to agitate the Asian black bear any more than he was already. In the five years he'd known Guin, he had never known him to be a violent animal, making this exchange even more unsettling. He was a gamer nerd for god sake -- RTS, not COD!

Luckily the moon bear didn't seem to notice, but still slammed a fist against a metal kitchen cabinet, putting a deep wrinkled dent into the material and causing the nearby gas lantern light to flicker wildly. Felix stood sentinel behind him, the arctic wolf not saying a word but bearing a knowing smirk; his arms were crossed across his chest, heightening his well toned muscles that not so subtly threatened violence. His paws were clenched in tight fists. Felix was the one know for bursts of rage, and his athletic hobbies made him capably violent.

Guin lumbered past the lantern, causing him to go from being illuminated by an eerie flicker glow to back lit ominously by a weak flame. Simcoe's blood ran cold and not from the chill autumn night.

"Wha'da'ya've been fucking around under our muzzles while we were roommates, too?" the bear snarled. "Or just giving into your ungodly urges here? I thought I smelled cum last night."

Felix gave a guttural phlegmy laugh. "I knew you two were nothing but a couple of fuckin' queer," he said with a thick Boston accent despite never having lived in any part of New England.

He gagged theatrically, pretending to stick a claw down his throat. "Eewgh, you fags were fucking last night while I was yanking it, wasn't? I was just relaxin' after a long hard day of hiking, but you two...you. Wait, does that make me gay, too? Was that a menage-a-three-way?" He looked genuinely confused and conflicted.

"It's not your fault these homos were going at it at the same time you were ... you know. No homo," Guin's voice had softened to an amicable tone when he addressed Felix. Maybe there was some reasoning with him, Simcoe thought. He hoped.

The bunny eased himself off the couch, standing upright but with raised paws, "This ... this all just sort of happened. It must have been the whisky, and uh,... ugh the exertion from the ..er . ... the hike ... and -"

"'Exertion', right," Guin took another step further with big dramatic air quotes, "Are you sure it wasn't the exertion of you two suckin' each other's dicks off?"

"What's your fucking problem," Basil rose from his position on the couch, taking two big strides forward, his thick bald tale vibrating with obvious agitation. "Is it because you're a virgin? Can't find anyone who wants to fuck you? Or because you secretly want to fuck me and have never had the gumption to admit it to yourself?"

The fur on Simcoe's back bristled as the electricity in the room amplified. Where he was trying and failing to deescalate the tension Basil just cranked the dial up to eleven. The moon bear's fur stuck out straight as his face grimaced and muscled tensed, disturbed at the impudence he felt at the opossum's words toward him.

"What did you say to me you fucking faggot fairy?" Guin said as he lumbered another step forward.

Basil closed the gap, "Is that all the insults you have in your vocabulary? 'fuckin' faggot'? You two brain celled bigoted neanderthal."

The Asian black bear raised a fist, primed to cave in the opossum's face, when a voice stilted with sleep broke through, "What's all the commotion?"

For a second all the screaming was silenced and the din from the movie was all the noise in the cabin.

Acetate was at the top of the stairs, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The kobold was cold blooded, which allowed him to doze quickly in the crisp autumn night air, but the violent altercation going on downstairs roused him awake. He was only dressed in his plaid fleece pajama pants, allowing his blue and green scales to shimmer in the light of the room.

"Are you a part of this, too," Guin averted his ire to the kobold, "Are you a faggot, too? A part of their mange-a-trois threesome?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Acetate said with genuine confusion. "What happened?"

Guin made his way to the stairs, "These two," he thumbed aggressively toward Basil and Simcoe, "Were balls deep in each other's asses fagging each other under our muzzles without any of us knowing."

Acetate looked over at the opossum and bunny, squinting through tired eyes, "Is that so?" Their downcast eyes expressing undue shame was enough confirmation for the kobold. "That's great!" He perked up, "I'm glad you two finally hooked up! Frankly, the sexual tension between you two was almost too much to bear."

"You...you /knew/ about this?"the bear was beside himself. "How - why did you keep this a secret?"

"Well, one: I didn't ~/know/~ anything. And two: your reaction now is confirmation to keep any presumptions on my part secret. But, hey, mazel tov, you two," Acetate mimed raising a cocktail glass in the bunny and opossum's direction.

"You're all a bunch a sinners!" Guin's muzzle frothed. "A bunch of fucking faggot sinners! Get out of my way!!"

The heavyset bear thundered up the stairs, slamming his weight down aggressively with every step. His body was tense with rage. His barreling weight would've slammed Acetate back, but at the last moment the bear rotated his shoulder and windmilled an arm around the kobold's bare back, sending him tumbling down the flight of stairs head over heals. The kobold was delightfully pear-shaped -- stout with thick hips -- giving him a sturdy lower center of gravity, but in the air that sent him spiraling. His hip hit the railing halfway down the flight, flipping him over and around so he landed squarely on the hard wood flood between his shoulder and head. A meaty pop accentuated the hard crack of his body collapsing a floor from where it started it's fall. His foot was wrapped around the banister at an unnatural angle, anchoring him in place upside down. All the muscles of his body twitched uncontrollably at odd intervals.

Simcoe and Basil instinctively rushed toward Acetate, but Felix closed the distance to stop them, his muscular arms outstretched, his sharp claws flashing in the dim light of the gas lamp. "What the hell you doing?"

Basil could do nothing but gesture in the direction of Acetate. The kobold wasn't conscious, only the uncontrollable twitches pulsing through his body the indication that he was still alive. Or were those death convulsions? A concerning wheeze was all the noise he made. He was posed in an unnatural position, the weight of his pear-shaped hips held high against the balustrade, the majority of the weight resting harshly on his unnaturally angled neck.

"You faggot bitches step away from him this instant," the moon bear emerged from the shadows of the attic gun first, the silver revolver shining unnaturally through the gloom of the room.

"He needs help," Simcoe bluntly stated, forcing himself to ignore the obscenely large barrel of the the gun, "We need to call 911."

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE CALL 911!!!" the bear growled more forcefully than anyone had ever heard him before.

"There's no cell reception, you numb nuts," Basil said with exasperation, "and no land line."

Guin thundered down the stairs gun first. He stopped halfway down the stairs and pointed the muzzle of the ridiculously large revolver straight at the opossum's face, the long silver barrel shimmering in the flickering backlight of the Coleman lantern.

"What the fuck is that?" Simcoe asked rhetorically, finally acknowledging the firearm.

Ignoring his question, Guin shouted, "I never touched him, he tripped all by himself."

"You threw him down the fuckin' stairs, Basil countered, "And then armed yourself! Where the hell did you get that thing, why the hell did you bring a /gun/ here?"

"I brought this gun is for self defense! We're deep into the Adirondacks, /someone/ needed to think about defending ourselves against grizzlies and wolves. And clearly you fags weren't up to the task"

"We're in upstate New York: There are no grizzlies. There are no wolves."

"You don't know that!" Guin shouted spittle flying past his barred teeth.

"Okay, fine, whatever, I don't care" Simcoe said. "Regardless we need to go get help. Acetate needs help. He needs our help. Please."

"I can't allow that," the bear said with the barest of sigh.

"And why not?!" Basil was beside himself, "He's your friend, too, you can't just leave him to die!"

"I'm on probation!" the bear shouted as if it was common knowledge. "I'm not supposed to leave the state. My probation officer thinks I'm still in Virginia!"

"How the hell did you get on probation?" Simcoe asked at the same time Basil expressed the more pertinent question, "Why the hell did you come on this trip?"

Guin answered Simcoe's question first, "I had a good lawyer. I was at a bar, minding my own business, when this little faggy bitch came up to me and offered to buy me a drink. I agreed, not knowing he only offered to get into my pants. The cunt wouldn't let up flirting with me, so I smashed his teeth in! Eighteen months probation for that! For /that/! I did nothing wrong!. It was self defense!"

Felix chimed in, asking with undue calm, "But why did you come here if our weren't supposed to leave Virginia?"

"No bitch ass judge is going to tell me where I can and cannot go!" Guin shouted, waving the revolver wildly, "And they're never going to find out. None of the is ever happened. I was never here."

Acetate let out a gargled groan as his lower body flopped off the banister to the floor. Simcoe and Basil rushed to help, but they were stopped by Guin's outburst, "Not one more step, faggots!"

"Stop calling us that!" Basil spat out, taking several tentative steps forward. As he bent down to check on Acetate Guin rushed to the bottom of the stairs as shoved him away, causing him to land on his bald ropy tail several feet away.

"What if I put a bullet in him right now and be done with it," the bear said chaotically. "Put a bullet in all of you. Be back in Virginia by this time tomorrow, none the wiser."

"Whoa there," Felix took a step toward Guin, "I'm on your side. Let's just talk this through."

"What's there to talk about," the bear trained his weapon on the wolf. "You're all against me. You've always been against me. I'm smarter than all of you put together and you've always been jealous of that."

"No one has ever cared -- " Simcoe was cut off by Guin thrusting his revolver threateningly in the green bunny's direction.

"Fuck you!" he shouted, the gun swinging around wildly. "We all know I should have been valedictorian, but -- "

"Acetate needs your help," Basil cut in. "You're smart, you know what needs to be done here. Please. Help."

"I'll check on him," Felix stated definitively, pushing past the agitated bear without waiting for permission. Guin let him pass, relaxing a little as the wolf took some responsibility of the situation. Felix bent down and checked the kobold's head and neck, being careful not move him.

"He's barely breathing," he sighed. "I think his neck might be broken. We should stabilize his head and get him off the stairs so he can breath easier."

Guin huffed and turned around, signaling his displeasure but allowing Simcoe and Basil to help their friend. With the wolf holding Acetate's head and neck stiffly, the bunny and opossum carefully dislodged the kobold's legs from the stair railing and gently placed him on the hardwood floor.

"I think he'll be okay if we can get some help soon," Felix declared. "We have headlamps, I can head out now and get a helicopter or sea plane or something here by morning, no problem."

Felix had always had a hero complex, but in this situation it was an asset.

"I can't think of a better plan," Simcoe admitted. "If you think you can navigate back to my car in the dark to get help, I'm all for it." The bunny handed the wolf the key to his car. "Thank you."

Felix nodded in agreement, but did not say a word. He turned to leave, choosing to heroically head out without further ado then to waste time gathering provisions for the arduous hike. He turned around to leave with determination, but Guin stood in front of him, arms crossed across his chest, revolver gripped menacingly in his paw.

"So that's how it's going to be?" the moon bear stated matter-of-factly. "Take their side? Throw me to the figurative wolves? No offense."

"Dude, just leave," Felix shook Guin by the shoulders to get his attention. "No one's stopping you. Just leave. I'm not going to stop you. These gays here aren't going to stop you. You can just pack up and leave. No one's going to say you were here, we don't care, we just need an ambulance for Acetate, that's all."

"But the kobold will talk, if he lives," Guin uncrossed his arms and made to move towards Acetate, but Felix stopped him.

"Dude, just leave."

The bear went to shove his way past the wolf, but Felix blocked him, grabbing him by the shoulders. Guin was not having any of it, however, and shoved the thick barrel of the revolver under his chin and shouting incoherently about power, respected, and authority. Felix fought back, shoving the gun away violently only to have it thrust back in his face. The two scuffled and tussled about, limbs flailing about until the inevitable happened:

The gun went off.

The crack of the shot was deafeningly loud, leaving a ringing din in the ears of everyone in the room. Felix let out a guttural cry that cut through the collective tinnitus as the back of his neck sprayed blood, meat, and bone across the room. He clawed at the gaping wound at his neck, trying to stem the flow of crimson blood escaping his jugular, but it was of no use.

He collapsed suddenly to the ground in a heap, with Simcoe and Basil starring in dumb befuddlement. The walls of the kitchen were sprayed in droplets of the wold's blood and a pool of it was growing around his body. The arctic wolf's white fur was already matted red. His vacant eyes gazed up at the ceiling. The dead do no look like they're sleeping. They look lifeless.

The moon bear starred at his gun, in awe of it's destructive nature but without any remorse for his actions.

"You did this," he said, at first to the gun and before directing his attention to Simcoe and Basil, "You did this. This is on you, not me. You killed him. You fucking faggot murders, you killed Felix, you killed Acetate, I'm not going to let you murder me!"

"Let us all just calm down -- " Basil began.

"Don't you fucking tell me to calm down!" Guin screamed as he fired off a shot above the opossum and bunny's heads. They ducked instinctively and knew there was no easy was out of this situation.

"Everything --" Simcoe began. "All of this, everything has been an accident. Please. Let us just get help," the bunny tried to reason.

"There's no help," Guin actually sounded remorseful. "They're dead, -- they're all dead, -- and I'm going to be blamed for it. I'm always to be blamed. It's always /my/ fault."

"No one is saying it's your fault, we just need to --" Simcoe was cut off as Guin fired another round randomly into the ceiling above his head.

"Shut up, just let me think!" the moon bear grabbed at his temples trying to quiet his internal turmoil. As he swung around aimlessly in the tiny kitchen his elbow bumped the side of the Coleman lamp. Simcoe and Basil watched helplessly as the the open-flame lantern teetered on the edge of the counter before tipping over and falling gracelessly to the floor. The thin glass shattered on impact and the fuel oil housed within the ancient lamp gushed onto the floor and instantly ignited. Flames licked up Guin's legs as he shouted in panic, using the pistol to try and dampen the fire rising up his legs.

"Holy shit," Simcoe gawked.

Basil stayed level-headed, "Grab Acetate's legs, let's get him out of here before the hole place burns to the ground."

Before they could take a step towards their kobold friend Guin fired a round carelessly in their direction. Simcoe felt the burn in his thigh before he realized he'd been shot. It cut through his fur and skin, but missed his deep muscle tissue. Still, it hurt like all fuck and was enough to get the two of them to flee in a panic before they were able to rescue their kobold friend.

The wood the cabin was built with was never fire-treated, and over the years had dried to become the perfect kindling. The cabin ignited quickly. The bunny and opossum barely escaped out the back room as the flames cascaded up the walls. They pained for Acetate still in the cabin, but as the glass window panes shattered under the sudden immense heat their main concern became survival.

As they ran out the back of the cabin they could here Guin's hateful growl through the crackling structure fire, "I'll kill the both of you faggots, just you wait!"