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This is an old Fantasy, one that I'm very quickly growing out of. Small things aside I've changed it so that it's more of a compelling story thing, but the Base is sex .... Soooo It's kinda going to revolve around that..

Happy reading

Demon,

Hungry, cold, and tired. The young male human was running through the cold cold streets of NYC. He dodged as many people as he could, and ran into those he couldn't or just plain didn't see. Humans cussed him, Furs took a swipe at him. Through the downpour of his tears and the wind howling around him Tren could hardly see anything. He was running from a bad place, as if the thread bare rags he was wearing didn't attest to that, but this bad place was one of his own choosing, sort of. Months ago, he had met a young woman online she had seemed very nice so he told her about his special quirk. His definitive need to obey a female, no matter the order or request. Taking it lightly she told him to hit his father. His father didn't take too kindly to this and sent him to hospital. When Tren finally got out of the hospital, his left arm in a cast and a swollen nose that had been reset, he answered the woman's questions as to what happenned. Demanding proof, he rumaged around for an old net camera, taking photo's he sent them to her. She aked what happenned, and Tren edged around the answer, untill she ordered him to answer. Short and to the point, he responded saying that he had struck his father, and in turn had been struck. Repeatedly. She demanded that he come to her, giving her address and everything. She ordered him to to be on her doorstep in 1 week.

Tren bumped into another fur, gang signs emblazoned across the shirt he was wearing. Tren's back got slashed open, the knife easily cutting through the rags and into the flesh of his back. The cold of the night dulled the pain, leaving Tren to think he'd just been hit. Lungs burning, Tren blindly turned right running down an alleyway. Boxes were kicked, sharp bent metal was jammed into his unprotected feet. Tren hit the end of the alley, his head making contact with the solid brick wall with a sickening crunch. Falling backwards to lay sprawled upon god knew what upon the alley ground, Tren remembered why he was running. The female, Olivia, had been, and still was, a rapist, sex offender, and a sadist. Upon arriving upon her doorstep and enterring her home, Tren had been bound without any type of physical chain. The last order she gave was a week ago when she said "Don't eat ever again". Tren drank everything, finding a way around the order by drinking food and not eating it, untill she found out. She had slowly shoved a knife into him, just below his sternum, ordering him not to scream. She then took out the blade and pushed her fingers into the wound, pushing them in and upwards, stroking his diaphragm, stomach, and lungs. All the while Tren's nerve's screamed at him, but he couldn't voice that scream. The only thing saving him from death was the doorbell ringing. Olivia had left him there and that's when he left. She had forbidden him from leaving the house, but Tren added an extra part to that order, making it redundant. He pulled himself up, wrapped up his wound as best he could, blood soaking the rags within seconds. He placed a stool under the basement window, and he got out of there. And now, here he lay, dieing from bloodloss, depair, cold, and hunger. Tren shut his eyes, oblivious to the slight scuffle of shoes approaching.

Tren woke, whispered voices interferring with his death.

"...shouldn't be alive, too much blood was lost......don't know how long........the wounds were made hours from each other...."

Tren opened eyes caked in crusted blood. Finding he couldn't move his head, he turned his eyes to the left, where the voices were coming from. The heart monitor hooked up to him gave a shrill scream as his heart rate more than trippled as his eyes fell upon Olivia speaking with a darkly furred male wolf. Desperation made him move away from her as she and the wolf dressed in white came running. Anger was in her eyes, while deep concern was in the wolf's. Tren got one arm over the edge, unaware of blood pooling under fresh bandages on his chest as the newly stitched wound reopened.

"Tren, Don't Move!" Tren froze in place, his heart hammering and the machine still giving a creening cry. His eyes watched in terror as a long fingernailed hand reached for him, the very same fingers that had been dug into...... Tren's heart stopped. The scream that the little machine emitted before was nothing like what it did now. Eyes watched, but did not comprehend as a black paw grasped the slim human hand, and pulled it away from Tren's bedside. A blue light flashed inside Tren's room as the wolf forcefully led the human out, a small team of nurses and doctor's filing in. The last thing that followed Tren into the darkness was screamed across the room by Olivia. "DON'T TELL THEM A SINGLE THING!!!"

Bright light, weird shapes moving in the light. Something kicked him in the chest and he bucked forwards, mouth opening to scream but not a single sound coming out. Tren fell back against the hard hospital bed dark overwhelming unconsciousness welcome.

Tren woke up to someone stroking his face. His immediate thought was that it wasn't Olivia, because she was human. Whoever was stroking him had fur, judging by the fingers and the claw that gently scratched at his ear. Although he tried not to, the barest of smiles touched the left side of his face. Whoever this person was had discovered one of his very few erogenous zones.

"Ah, so you're awake." A deep voice spoke, the hand left his ear and Tren opened his eyes carefully. The black wolf from before was sitting next to him in a padded chair, a nightlite beside his bed illuminating a rather thick book. The same white uniform from before, if slightly ruffled, bespoke that the wolf worked here, either as a doctor or as a nurse. "Maybe you can answer some questions for me?" The wolf spoke, his long tongue handling normal human speech well. A black furred finger stuck itself inside of the open pages of the book before it was closed around it, thumb and remaining fingers keeping the book closed. Tren shrugged painfully, a muscle in his back pulling tight. A black hand rested upon his shoulder. "Try not to move please. One, you'll hurt yourself, and Two we're not entirely sure if you can move without reopening your wounds yet." Tren stared at the wolf, saying nothing and having no hope. The wolf reached over and tapped his right leg, high up and near his hip. "For starters, can you explain the scarring there? Whatever it was it happenned recently." Tren moved his leg away from the wolf, inadvertantly spreading himself eagle. The wolf harrumphed. Golden eyes held Tren's sad green ones. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Tren.." Tren said after a moment, searching his memmory to see if Olivia had forbidden him to speak his name.

The wolf's eyes lit up. "So, I know your first name. My name is Steven Gershaw, I'm the doctor currently looking after you." Tren blinked, confused and unsure by what he meant exactly. Seeing this, Steven elaborated. "Well, seeing as you had no ID on you at all, and the other human wouldn't tell us anything, I've personally been paying for everything you need." The wolf smiled, then frowned at the extremely sad look Tren's face took. "Did I say something wrong Tren?" Kind, concerned eyes looked into Tren's.

Tren shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry mr Steven sir, I'll be going now. I'm sorry that I can't pay you back for your kindness, and if you force That type of repayment from me, I can promise one of us wont live till the end of it." Tren slowly sat up in the bed, pushed his feet over the edge, and got off the bed. He fell to the floor immediately, knees cracking against the cold sterilised tile of the hospital bedroom floor. While he hissed in pain, he was unable to scream. Steven was up and around the bed in a flash. Powerful hands and arms wrapped around Tren, and though he fought feebly, all the black wolf did was carefully place him back in bed, pulling the sheets back up over his naked form.

"Stupid Cub." He growled, golden eyes blazing with fury. Tren hunched his shoulders and hung his head, preparing for the blow he knew was coming. His father had always beaten him when he did something wrong. "What did that excuse for a female do to you?" Tren's heartbeat doubled, Olivia? He turned his gaze up to Steven's, noting how his hands were clenched at the edge of the bed and seeing naught but concern within those golden ovals once more. "Yes, that female. I could smell your fear then, and I can smell your fear now. What did she do to you to make your heart stop in terror?" Tren moved away from Steven untill Steven reached his right arm over and grabbed his side, hugging Tren close to him. "Why did the very sight of her, and even the mention of her, fill you with such fear?" Tren took in a heaving breath, Steven's rugged scent going deep into his lungs making him calm down. Steven's claws gently trailed up Tren's back, causing him to shudder within the large wolf's grasp. The wolf sniffed deeply, a new scent making itself known. "So," Steven said to the left and behind Tren's head. "You're a rather strange human." Leaning back Steven's bright golden eyes looked into Tren's surprised eyes. Both blinked as Tren yawned suddenly, making Steven smile. Steven fluffed Tren's pillows and gently pushed him back into them. Getting up from Tren's bed, he looked around for his book. He found it at the foot of Tren's bed, closed. "Damn it, now I'm gonna have to go looking for where I stopped." Tren yawned, his eyes closing.

Nodding into his pillow, true sleep closing in on him, He spoke something. "Page one sixty-eight, line sixteen, 'She reached out her hand, rubbing along his shaft, knowing full well that he wanted it as much as she did' ..." Tren yawned once more and his breathing steadied.

Steven blinked. Grabbing up his book from the bed, Steven flicked to one hundred and sixty-eight, went down to the sixteenth line, and there it was, just as Tren had said. Now how had he known that..? Steven made his way around the bed and turned off the wall lamp still puzzling over it. As he went to the door, he stopped. digging into his pocket, he pulled out a miniature cellphone. Going back, he placed the black phone by the corner of Tren's bed. That done, he exited the hospital bedroom, making his way to the information desk for that floor.

"Hey Gracie.." A small white otter turned around in her swivel chair.

"Yes Doctor Gershaw?" Steven winced slightly at the use of his last name.

"Tren, the young human in room twelve, when can he leave?"

Gracie flicked through paperwork, then finally gave up and turned to her computer. A few clicks later and.. "The one that was admitted three weeks ago?" Steven nodded once. "Well, it says here that he can leave whenever he wants, but not without being under some type of medical supervision. Since the rags he was wearing have been burned, he'll need new clothes before being let go. I don't think he can pay for them himself."

Steven nodded to himself. "Thankyou Gracie, you wouldn't happen to be able to tell me his measurements by any chance, would you?" Gracie clicked a button, and a printer whirred into life. A few seconds later Steven was handed what he wanted to know. "Thankyou again Gracie." Gracie smiled

"Anytime Doctor Gershaw." Steven waved goodbye and quickly walked to the elevators. Steven was pleasantly surprised to find the elevator already on the same floor. He entered the elevator pressing the ground floor, the doors closed, and the elevator moved down.

Tren woke up to the soft sounds of 'It's a mad world' His first thought was that someone nearby had their radio up too loud, but then, after opening his eyes, Tren saw that it was a small black oblong that was making the sound. The first thing he did was look around. Bright sunlight everywhere and not a single trace of Olivia. He turned back to the black oblong and tapped it. The thing moved and he saw the flat join. Oh.. was his immediate though. I never knew they made phones like that. Tren picked it up and flipped it open, placing it to his ear.

"uhmmm..... hell-lo?" He asked rather hesitantly.

A snort, "It's about time Cub, that phone you're holding's been ringing for the last eleven minutes."

Tren frowned at the unfamiliar voice. "I'm sorry, but who are you Sir? And how did you know this phone was next to me?"

The voice on the other end paused. "I'm doctor Steven, we talked last night."

Tren shook his head, then remembered he was holding a phone. "Uhm, no sir, I don't remember talking to you. This is the first time I've opened my eyes since ...... well ...... a while I guess."

"amnesia..?"

"What was that?" Tren looked for a volume control, unable to see any he just put the speaker right near his eardrum.

"Nothing, nothing. Well since you don't remember last night, I'm Doctor Steven Gershaw. I've been paying for your stay in the hospital." Tren opened his mouth to appologise and.. "And before you start, don't appologise. Dealing with it this morning was bad enough. But, lucky for you, I've kinda taken a liking to you. Do you have anywhere to go? A place to stay that you want to stay at?" Tren thought about that for a moment, his eyes roving around the room he was in. "Tren?" Steven asked again.

"No, sorry." Tren said, realising he'd taken too long to answer.

"Excellent, how about staying with me? You'll have your own room, be able to leave at any time day or night, and you'll have a nice soft bed to sleep in. As well as access to a shower, clean clothes, and food and drink." Olivia flashed into Tren's mind. "I Forbid you to eat."

"I can't accept, I'm sorry."

"Why not?" The response was gruff and immediate.

"I uhh... Can't eat solids." It was lame, even Tren could see that it was a feeble excuse.

"If that's all, I'm sure we can arrange for you to have a high protein liquid diet."

"I don't have any clothes that would be, nice enough to wear in public."

"I have clothes for you already, they should fit you, and if they don't, or they're not comfortable, tell me."

Tren thought about it, trying to come up with another excuse. "Well .... I uhh .... Shouldn't be around animals, because, what I want to do is kinda considered illegal by society..."

"Meaning?"

"I uhh .... Well, I get these urges .... and, unless they're not willing .... I kinda try to .... uhmm, Mate with them.."

A slight pause as this new information was absorbed. "Not a problem, anything else?"

"Uhmm I dunno ... I'm just confused as to what you want from me.."

"How about a date? I'll let you get used to everything, then I'll take you out on a date."

"A ... a .... a .... a Date..?" An affirmative noise came from the phone. "I've ..... Never been on a date before... And never in all my dreams and nightmares did I ever think a guy would be asking me out on a date..."

"Excellent, it'll be a learning experience for both of us." A slight ding came through the phone line.

"Uhmm, can I ask where you are Mr Steven Sir?" Steven hung up, the phone going dead. "Hello? Hellooo?"

"Right here." Came a deep deep voice from the doorway. Tren blinked, closing the phone and turning to the doorway. Tren gave a small gasp, recognising the black wolf in a casual brown shirt and loose pants.

"I ..... I ...... I remember you. Kinda..." Tren frowned, deep in thought. Tren dredged up a memmory, it was fuzzy and incomplete. "You were here at night, annnnnd we talked about something." Tren's brows furrowed as he really tried to remember what had happenned. A slight chuckle came from the doorway causing Tren to look up from the bed he was in. A smile was curled around the upper edges of Steven's long muzzle.

"You know, you look extremely cute when you do that." The frown returned as Tren tried to understand what he meant by that. Steven's chuckle was louder this time. "Yeah, just like that. You ready to go Cub?"

Tren blinked. "Now? I don't have any clothes.." Steven showed what he had in his hand that had been behind the wall. A medium sized box was resting in his hand, the top of it tied with a green ribbon. Steven walked into the room, greatly enjoying the look of shock upon Tren's face. He placed the box on Tren's bed, and Tren sat up, the bleach white starched sheet falling from his shoulders and showing the brand new scar below his sternum. Tren reached a slightly unsteady hand towards the box, eyes glittering before. "I can't pay for it." Tren dropped his hand, his eyes going dull. A sigh came from Steven.

"You're not gonna make this easy for me are ya Cub?" Tren looked up into Steven's golden, caring eyes. Everything was written in Tren's eyes, hurt, betrayal, loss, uncertainty, and buried deep beneath it all, the tiniest spark of hope burned. Steven sighed, closing his eyes a moment before opening them again. "Someone really worked a number on you, didn't they Cub?" Tren blinked, not answering and turning his gaze downwards. He watched as Steven flicked the box a tiny bit closer to him. "Open it up Cub, I'm not going to take it from you. It's yours, I bought it for you because I wanted to see you happy. It's a gift from me to you, please accept it." The please got to Tren, so he reached over and pulled the box to him. Looking up, Steven gave him a confirming nod, large hands upon the end of the bed, waiting. Tren turned his gaze back to the box. Carefully pulling the bow apart with both hands, he was surprised when the box lid popped upwards slightly. Removing it and putting it aside, he was shocked at the amount of clothing within the box, all sectioned into different categories. Taking out the shirts, he went through them, feeling their softness with one hand and counting them with the other. Nine shirts. Black, white, green, and a few blue ones. "I wasn't sure what your colour was, but I thought you were more in tune with dark colours." Tren flicked his face upwards, before turning his attention back to the box. However he didn't move fast enough to stop Steven seeing the slight smile that tugged at a corner of his mouth. He pulled out the shorts that were to the right of the shirts. He frowned as he did the same with them that he'd done to the shirts. The shorts felt like they were quick dry, and the bottom pair looked like they'd be tight. "Why the frown?" Tren held up the bottom pair of shorts to Steven. They were a deep purple colour, and actually looked rather nice.

"They look tight." Steven smirked, coughing slightly.

"Uh ... Yeah, I just threw those in on the completely off and rare chance that you might want to show off your cute butt."

Tren's head tilted to the left slightly, the shorts being dropped to the rest of the pile. "I have a cute butt...?" Steven nodded. "Huh.." Tren moved to the quarter below where the shirts had been. Tren's eyebrows rose in surprise as he pulled the other type of shorts from the box. Boxers, silk, or satin silk, boxers.

"I wasn't sure if you preferred jocks or boxers, so I got you both." Tren nodded, A reasonable thought. The last quarter in the bottom right was underwear. Dark grey, green, black, deep blue. Tren smiled openly. Steven tapped his head lightly. "Why the smile?"

Tren looked up, the smile still on his face. "Just happy to have underwear. I mean, I sleep naked and everything, but I prefer to have underwear on when wearing clothes. I just like having it all held close to my body."

Steven smiled as well. "Excellent, excellent. Well, I'll turn around so that you can get dressed, after you're done I'll take you down to my car and take you home. There I'll give you a tour of my house, your room, bathroom, etc, and I'll give you something to eat. After that, We'll see what happens." Steven turned around allowing Tren to notice that he had a tail. Tren watched, mesmerised by the way Steven's tail went from left to right. Tren reached over and grabbed Steven's tail, actually crawling over his bed to do so. He let it go immediately, and then caught it again on it's next swing. Steven chuckled, then looked under his left arm at Tren, surprised to see delight upon the young human's face, and also slightly excited by seeing Tren's bare white butt up in the air. "Cub?" He asked, focusing his gaze back upon Tren.

Tren blinked, then leaned backwards looking abashed. "I'm sorry, I just ... saw your tail ... and ... I just wanted to play with it ..... I'm sorry." Tren closed his eyes, head moving downwards.

Steven smirked. "Not at all Cub, no harm done. I was just surprised, I didn't think you'd open up enough to physically touch me for at least a week. Hurry up and get dressed, I'm going to take you home." Steven turned back around, watching Tren through the reflection upon the glass of his window.

Tren moved awkwardly upon the bed, selecting the deep blue underwear, a black shirt, and, sparing a thought to Steven, the tight purple shorts. Looking around to see that no one was watching, he leaned backwards putting his legs up in the air, and pulling the underwear down, surprised at how comfortable they actually were, and how snugly they fit. Grabing the shorts, he stretched them experimentally before pulling them on. He had a tiny bit of trouble when he had to kneel to pull them on completely, but he got them on. Tren unfolded the black shirt, looking at the large "Not for sale" emblem stamped across the front of the shirt. He paused a moment, giving it thought, before pulling it on over his head. The shirt was form fitting, but light and airy, just the way he liked it. Steven turned around, his eyes feasting upon Tren's form.

"So Cub, are ya ready to go now?" Tren nodded, gathering the clothes and putting them back in the box, placing the lid on top, and quickly tying a knot on top. Tren picked up the box and held it close to his chest. Getting off the bed, he wobbled slightly, before moving up beside Steven. "Good, We'll stop by the front desk then we'll be on our way." Steven leant past Tren and picked up the phone he'd forgotten, turned and left the hospital room. Tren followed, carefull to stay close, but not too close.

Steven walked the short distance to the desk, nodding to the nurse on staff there. "Doctor Steven Gershaw checking out Tren from room twelve." The young hippo woman presented a clipboard with a few folded back pages.

"Sign." She indicated the spot to sign, Steven signed and initialed before handing the clipboard back. "Thankyou doctor Gershaw." Steven nodded then walked to the elevators, Tren close behind. He pushed the button and waited. Tren fidgeted slightly behind him and then the doors whispered open, both stepped aside as an elderly mouse woman and what looked like her grandson exited the lift. Steven and Tren enterred, Steven hitting the button for the ground floor. The doors shut and they started going down.

"Nervous Cub?"

Tren jumped slightly, not expecting Steven to talk. Nodding after regaining his composure he whispered. "I'm not entirely sure whether I'm making a good choice or not, but at least this time it's my choice and not some female's command." Steven held his tongue and his curiosity about that remark.

Steven carefully placed an arm upon Tren's shoulders, and while Tren was slightly unnerved by the close contact, he didn't move away. Infact, he was starting to lean into Steven and would have been comfortable resting against him if the elevator doors hadn't decided just then to open. A slight tug from Steven and he was walking behind him again. Sunlight came in from huge windows on their left hand side. They had to walk a fair distance, passing people of all shapes and sizes, past a security desk and the front desk, then left onto a street, traffic zipping by quickly. Tren, slightly disturbed by the speed of the cars and his nearness to them, grabbed Steven's tail as though it were a life line. "Hey," Steven admonished, "If you wanna grab something, grab my hand, it'd look kinda funny if I was to be walking along and a Cub was holding onto my tail." Tren immediately moved the grip of his left hand to Steven's right, squeezing tight while pressing the box of clothes tighter against his chest. A smile tugged at Steven's lips once again, before a serious thought about Tren's mentality wriggled in. What's happenned to the poor Cub? Steven lightly squeezed back, taking him to the overhead walkway that connected the hospital to a parking lot accross the road. Cars, bikes, and the odd truck zoomed past the both of them, Tren sticking to Steven's right as they walked up to the pathway. Steven waited till there was a gap in the foot traffic, then tugged Tren up the sloping pathway, traffic zooming below them. A short walk, and the two of them were in the massive stone and steel structure that served as a temporary parking place for people, and a permanent parking place for doctors. Tren shivered in the cold structure, artificial light the only one that illuminated any distance.