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Chapter One:

Note: You may find it any of: Useful, Informative, or Interesting to read my comments before the story. -L.

I open my locker. In it is a towel, a change of clothes, and a couple of paper bags - the kind with handles - from the shopping I had done earlier. I pull out the towel, wrap it around my waist and reach my free paw under the bottom to pull off the shorts underneath, leaving me without clothes, save the towel. I look around.

It's still pretty busy in here.

There aren't more than four or five other furs in the locker room, but it is a fairly small one. One or two are almost ready to leave. Among those remaining I see one other fox who is a bit shorter and bigger than I am. There is a brown bear there that catches my attention. He's middle aged - maybe forty - but in great shape. I watch his stubby tail get pushed back and forth above his tight ass as he walks by, naked. He has a rough, hansom face and a short, fat cock that is typical of bears and is so nice to suck.

As I turn to go shower, he pulls a towel from his own locker. He pads heavily behind me on our way to the open row of showers. I stop under one of them while he goes on to take the second one down from me. I hang my towel on a nearby hook, ease my naked body under the warm water, and start scrubbing my fur. I catch myself looking over at regular intervals to check the bear out. He doesn't seem to mind, or even notice that I am. I glance at him again.

Now, I wouldn't say that I'm a slut, but I've had enough cocks in my maw to know that a bear's is the best. I pull myself out of my thoughts and find that I'm staring right at that bear's junk. I quickly look away and go back to rinsing myself off. I think I see him look at me, but I don't turn my head to check.

That was close. At least I don't have a hard-on from all this.

I look down at my member. The head is poking out a little but it is still sheathed.

We finish showering at about the same time. I close the faucet, and hear the door closing after the last other fur to leave. He soon walks over to the lockers after me. We are alone and it is quiet.

While I am drying my tail, he pulls on a pair of shorts and a muscle shirt. I hear his locker close and suddenly I feel a large paw on across my chest and another over my muzzle, stifling a cry that I would have doubtless otherwise gotten out. I thrash and try to break free, but the bear is holding back both of my arms and I can't break free.

Damn, he's strong!

Amid my struggling, he produces a length of rope from somewhere and manages to tie my paws behind my back. He then ties my muzzle shut with his towel and blindfolds me with my own. After that, I give up resisting. I know it's futile at this point. While I was fighting I was scared, but now I am anxious.

I wonder what he wants with me. Fuck, he must've seen me checking him out.

He finishes tying his knots, grabs me by the arm, and starts dragging me off somewhere. I try my best to walk, but he doesn't stop to let me catch up and do it properly. We can't have gone more than the length of the locker room when he stops. I steady myself so I can just stand up. I hear a metallic clicking and scraping like the hinges on a heavy door.

I'm stumbling behind him again now. The cold and wet tiled floor of the locker room abruptly turns to a woolly, rough, and hard surface. It burns my bare footpaws as they are dragged over it.

This must be the kind of carpet they have in hell.

I'm not taken far over it, though; maybe a few of the bear's steps. We stop and he throws me down. My knees feel the same burn as my footpaws when they hit the low carpet. I hear the same scraping and clicking as the door presumably closes. I blink and feel my eyelashes drag on the towel over my face. It's dark and I have no idea where I am.