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When the final bell chimed, a harsh sound rang out and kicked off the mad chaos to evacuate the school as fast as possible. Students would flee for the summer until they would have to return in two and a half months. In a cacophony of colour and sound, students flitted from classrooms to corridors, shouting at each other, laughing and overwhelmed by that feeling of freedom that hung in the warm summer air.

Yet there was one Labrador-doberman pup that lingered in the doorway of homeroom, unwilling to throw herself into the river of students that shoved and shunted each other along the corridor. Cynthia was small, not as small as some but still, she had been butted in the face by a swinging paw or knocked into a locker more times than she could remember. Everyone else seemed to have figured out how to navigate the school highways, so why couldn't she?

And unlike everyone else, she wasn't filled with the feelings and thoughts of a prosperous summer. She had different plans that would plant her back at her desk next Monday, enrolled in the summer term program; so of course, she was keeping still and silent and trying her best not to snap at all the joyous faces around her.

“Why are you waiting around, Cynthia?" came a voice directly behind her. She turned, knowing it was Mr Munson, a middle-aged rabbit with a droop in his ears and an air of desperation in his whole demeanour. He was standing practically on top of her, the whole concept of personal space lost on him. “Gonna miss me over the summer?"

Oh don't flatter yourself, thought the pup, recoiling at the memories of that damn 'bunny' staring a little too long at her behind, or bending over her from above to glance down her top, pretending to check her school work. She managed a meek smile in silent response, and then she slipped away; the corridor had emptied enough so that only a few of the more organised students were busy cleaning out their lockers and the more popular students were chatting to their gangs.

She turned the corner, passing the chemistry lab and stopping short when a quiet but sharp whistle sounded in the room. She stuck her head back around the doorway, grinning slyly at the chemistry teacher, Mr Goddard sitting at his desk. The large bull had been seating at his desk, talking to the history teacher Mr Apollo, but now stared directly at Cynthia, resting his thick square jaw on his open palm. The bull glanced at Mr Apollo with a raised eyebrow, and the black panther rolled his eyes with a bored smirk, taking the hint. He walked past Cynthia, patting her on the head and shut the door behind him.

“I hear that you're stuck in homeroom for the summer," the onyx furred bull said in a gruff, low voice.

Cynthia just shrugged. “Yes, sir. It wasn't my decision though."

“What child volunteers for the Pinnacle Program?" laughed Mr Goddard, getting to his feet, his hooves clacking on the linoleum tiling as he walked around his desk. “What'll you be doing?"

“I heard that for the first view days we're practicing college application essays," sighed Cynthia, trying to avoid glancing downward. Even in the bottomless district, Mr Goddard's meaty sheath drew attention from most passers-by.

“How fun... Here, I wanted to give you back your last 'ahem,' revised examination." The bull swept the only test paper off his desk and handed to the pup. The scribbled mark at the top of the paper had been changed from a C to an A, the latter grade signed by the teacher to show it was not a forgery. Cynthia quirked an eyebrow and reached out her paw...

“I thought I definitely earned an A plus," she said sheepishly, as her paw cupped one of the bull's heavy round balls. The bull's body tensed up and blast of heat erupted from the male's sheath and tickled Cynthia's wrist. Her thumb slide across the warm fuzzy fur of the bull's orb and rested on the lip of his equine-like sheath, tugging at the leathery skin.

“You're a lot more work to do, mph... and a little more studying to brush up on, before you can get top marks," said Mr Goddard, rolling his head back on his thick neck.

Cynthia half-scowled and gave the bull a hard squeeze. He groaned and stepped back before he could get more excited. “Maybe I'll offer to chaperone one of those classes," he teased. But Cynthia was already heading for the door, tucking her new graded paper into her rucksack. The bull chuckled and leaned against the chalkboard.

“We're such good chemistry, honey."

“Oh gawd, that's such a lame joke," she laughed, disappearing back into the corridor. Cynthia liked Mr Goddard. He didn't have that needy lingering look that Mr Munson or a few of the other teacher's had.

Teaching the bottomless district was a difficult game to get into, seeing as so many teachers often took the job to get the change to ogle half-naked students.

She had recently discovered, from a few conversations with Mr Goddard, that there was a lot of red tape to get through: background checks, numerous references and surprise check-ups, all to insure that any candidate would be appropriate with their vulnerable, impressionable students. The irony of course was that while he was explaining this, Cynthia had been nuzzling the underside of his cock under the desk. It was the only way she had been able to get decent grades in the tricky subject that was chemistry.

School was almost empty now, but down the corridor, Mr Gold was busy chatting to student he had managed to ensnare. The ram was a beefy physical education teacher that had a penchant for making the students do jumping jacks and bicycle kicks while he watched closely.

The poor mouse he had cornered looked like she wanted to disappear as he loomed over her, his sheath practically swollen and his eyes hungry. Cynthia decided to play saviour, shouting out, “Hey there Mr Gold!"

The ram turned in surprise and his face drooped. The mouse breathed a sigh of relief and slipped away, giving Cynthia a smile of thanks as she hurried off. The ram folded his arms defensively. “Ah Cynthia, how nice to see you-"

“Not inviting more girls for neck-massages, are you Mr Gold?" Cynthia teased. The ram grimaced and took off in the opposite direction, which was where Cynthia was going, so she hung back.

At the start of term, he had asked Cynthia to his office at the back of the gym and inquired about a rumour, one about Cynthia that he had overheard. He had no tact, no style... he had practically pulled his cock out then had there and Cynthia had managed to snap a picture of him before fleeing the room. Now anytime she saw him trying to get some one-on-one personal coaching done with another student, she would wave her phone and silently threaten to release his secret. She decided she had lingered long enough and continued on.

Once she had reached her locker, Cynthia found that a young corgi with large pointed ears was waiting for her.

“Hey Tim," Cynthia said lightly, and the corgi seemed to swell with delight. He leapt forward and pulled her into a hug, swaying from side to side.

“Hey babe! I've missed you!"

“I saw you at lunch Tim," Cynthia moaned, none too impressed. Tim either hadn't heard her or didn't care. He smooched her hard on the cheek, then pulled away and adjusted his light green shirt. Cynthia gave him the same half-smile she had given Mr Munson. One that was laced with pity.

Unlike almost everyone else his age, Tim hadn't really hit the hormones yet. He was still Cynthia's height, which was saying something. Tim was also quite clingy and easily worried; his idea of fun was a one-thousand piece jigsaw puzzle and celery sticks with peanut butter.

She opened her locker and blinked in surprise. “It's clean?"

“I cleaned it!" said Tim, proudly. “Your books are organised, the ones you'll need next week anyway. And I gave you my spare note-pads, fresh and crispy-"

“Thank you, Tim!" Cynthia said almost hysterically, eager to cut him off before he could proudly flaunt his 'fresh and crispy notepads.' She slammed her locker shut and set off, knowing full well Tim would automatically follow.

She had liked him once, only last year they had been pretty good friends. Then Cynthia had gotten a bit of a reputation at the beginning of last term. That rumour that Mr Gold had been so eager to follow up on... something she had been eager to put behind herself.

She had asked Tim out to the Winter Ball, in an effort to dampen the guessing games people were playing around her. It worked to a degree, so since winter Tim had stuck to her like a bad tick. She had asked him out and when a teenage girl even glances at a teenage boy she might as well be declaring absolute love for him. Tim had become smitten with her and had been practically glued to her tail.

As they pushed open the school's double doors and marched out into the sunlight, Cynthia spotted her own little gaggle of friends: Monica, Sandy and Zoe. Monica was a small tigress with a flair for her attire, always wearing the latest fashions or reviving old ones. Even the seniors were influenced by her style. Sandy was quiet, a minx cat who did whatever Zoe, asked of her; Zoe was their brash and de facto leader of the group, a curvy vixen with an overbearing need for control often clashed with Cynthia's carefree and independent attitude.

Cynthia hung out with them for the same reason she hadn't broken it off with Tim. Because there wasn't really another option and because she just couldn't be bothered. She often wondered if there was something wrong with her, why she was detached from the shallow self-centred world around her, where everything had a Snapchat filter, where real conversations had no weight but everyone would talk for days about the latest social media scandal... Some of the things Zoe would talk about would make Cynthia want to put a paw through her face.

“We've been waiting," groaned Zoe, rolling her eyes. “What kept you?"

“I was cleaning out my locker," snapped Cynthia, sensing Tim stiffen next to her. “I have to get it ready for next week."

“Oh gaaaawd," Zoe scoffed, “I completely forgot you were doing summer school this year."

“It's not summer school, it's the Pinnacle Program!" Tim proudly announced. “For aspiring students to get that head-start in life!" The girls blatantly ignored him.

“Will you still be coming to Lexi's party tonight?" Monica asked, bumping fists with Cynthia as they started walking as a group, heading into town. Cynthia nodded and Zoe laughed, “She wouldn't miss her chance to get her slut onnnnnn!"

Monica and Sandy laughed as Cynthia and Tim scowled as one. Zoe encouraged so many of the Cynthia Stories that the pup was half sure it was Zoe herself that hard started them.

It started at the end of last summer, when Cynthia had been watching the senior basketball team practice in the gym. She had been sweet on the shooting guard, a tall lion twice her height that had been throwing her suggestive looks all year. Cynthia had never been one to shy away from impulses and new experiences.

She was an adventurer in her mind, not a blind follower obsessing over what everyone else was doing or thinking. So Cynthia had followed the boys into the locker-room and had been pinned up against the wet shower tiles by her lion. She remembered how she felt as he stripped her off her shirt, peeling away layers; she always enjoyed being naked. She didn't feel exposed, she just felt like she could... breathe. That was the joyousness of the bottomless district.

Then she had gotten down on her knees in front of him and put her mouth to work. The whole team had watched and a few of the eager boys had come closer, enjoying the show and feeling hopeful. Cynthia hadn't turned them down and they had taken turns, careful not to put too much pressure on her but by no means afraid of throwing their weight around. By the end of the hour, her jaw had felt like it would fall off and she was coated in strands of cum.

Cynthia had left, feeling queasy but incredibly invigorated and alive. And of course, she hadn't slept a wink that night. She had practically broken her paw off at the wrist as she writhed and played in the blankets...

Then somebody talked. Someone on the team either bragged about the experience or mocked her eagerness and by the end of the first week of term, Cynthia heard stories ranging from blowjobs to bending over and taking two in one hole or three boys at once. She had cried so much that week. Tim had sat next to her in homeroom and offered a tissue during one particularly tearful lesson. They had become friends and Cynthia had regrettably used him as a shield against the vicious rumours of her sexual activity. Tim was so small and plain, that no one bothered to stoke the slutty stories about her this term.

And it hadn't been a total waste of time. Tim was fun sometimes and he was caring and sweet. But Cynthia didn't really like caring and sweet. The fact was (though she would never admit it) the rumours were accurate. She had loved that locker- room and what she had done and wished she had gone further. She loved the idea of being used and being played with. And was she really being used, or was she using her partners? It was a strange thought: men dominating her yet obsessing over her, losing themselves with her, eager to take turns. Cynthia was quite sure that if she put her will to it, she could have been able to make those boys in that locker-room beg for her.

Losing physical control, but keeping conceptual control. That was her.

And to be perfectly blunt, she loved big men. Tim was small in stature and... size. She had blown him a few times and stuck a paw down his pants to keep him somewhat happy. And two weeks ago, they had finally done it. Tim had lasted about twenty seconds and Cynthia still wasn't sure if he had even gotten all the way inside her...

Mr Goddard was fun, and Mr Apollo had combed his claws through the top of her head a few times, hinting that something could happen next term if she was up for it. But they were confined to secrecy, trapped by rules and hiding from watchful eyes. The idea of being with teachers didn't feel free, it felt confined.

She was frightfully unhappy, yet here she walked paw in paw with her boyfriend whom she hated and her fair-weather friends that were self-obsessed, selfish morons.

“Yeah, I'm coming to the party," Cynthia sighed. “There'll be beer pong or something, right?"

“Oooh, will you be drinking, babe? Careful you don't drink too much now-" “Thank you for the concern, Tim."

“Why? What happens if she drinks too much?" Zoe asked hungrily. Tim

just looked abashed. “Nothing! It's just don't drink too much or you'll be sick in the morning, right?"

“Oh, yeah right," said Zoe, looking disappointed. Anything to fuel the fire... “Don't wanna end up going to bed with the basket-ball team, right girl?" Another chorus of laughter and stoic silence from Tim. Cynthia rolled her eyes.

“Why is it, if a guy fucked the whole girl's volleyball team he'd be a legend! But if a girl fucks the whole basketball team, she's a whore!"

“So you DID fuck the whole team?" Zoe said, her eyes bulging. Tim's jaw had dropped and Cynthia had to restrain herself from screaming.

“No! But everyone seems to think I did... pretty much the same thing, isn't it. You've all pretty much decided for yourselves."

The group of five went their various ways at the next intersection. Zoe and Sandy headed left while Monica went right and Cynthia and Tim kept straight. She didn't talk much, lost in her own thoughts. Surprisingly, Tim was also uncharacteristically quiet; she suspected her may have been mulling over the idea of his girl taking on the whole basketball team, though he had heard the rumours himself but he usually chose to ignore them.

As they reached Cynthia's doorstep, she kissed Tim goodbye, a brief and small peck that even Tim seemed be disappointed in. Then she stepped inside and slammed the door, leaning against the warm wood and trying not to scream. The thought of a summer full of the same day in-day out bullshit that she was living was enough to drive her crazy.

The next day, Cynthia woke to the sound of her cell buzzing away on the bedside table. It was the group chat, and Zoe wanted everyone to chip in for a case of beer that they could get down at a shady liquor store on the wrong side of town. Preparation for Lexi's party tonight.

Cynthia showered and got dressed, pulling on a thick hoodie that hid her lithe skinny frame. Tim was already waiting for at the corner, grinning from ear to ear at the sight of her.

“Hey, you!"

Cynthia pecked him on the cheek and off they set. And of course Tim already had his apprehensions. “Don't you think we should we should just get my older brother to get us beer, its only over on Winchester Avenue?"

“It's like half the price down this way," said Cynthia as they detoured through an alley. She glanced up at the bleak wash of grey and silver cloud in the sky, wondering if it would rain.

“But it's just, I dunno. This part of town is stingy, it's dangerous," whined Tim. “I'm just trying to look out for you, babe."

“Tim it's fine."

“What about muggers and drunks?"

“Muggers and drunks? Seriously?"

“We might get stabbed!"

“Tim-"

“There's gangs! Remember last week on the news, that biker gang that

busted up another local gang. And trashed that bar. It was in this part of town!"

“Tim, be quiet!" Cynthia rounded on him, her eyes bulging and a burning in

her throat so fierce she wanted to spit fire. “Just... shut... up!"

She stormed off to the end of the alley, looking to cross the street ahead. She had never spoken to him so angrily and part of her wondered if she had finally crossed the line and the idea relieved her. Yet suddenly the corgi appeared at her side, staying silent and submissive, faithful as ever.

From here it was a short walk under the overpass that divided the social climates of the bottomless district. For Tim, it may as well have been the gates of hell. It roused him from his silence.

“Cynth, I dunno... about any of this."

“Relax!" she snapped. “Nothing's gonna happen, Timmy." And she stalked off. Tim was not very good at picking up a woman's subtleties, or this case her outright overtness. Often Cynthia had to explain to him if she was mad or did not want to talk and he not once had he ever questioned or even recognised her growing disinterest in him. But wasn't completely stupid, and “Timmy" had hit a soft spot.

“I'm not afraid," he said, sourly, glaring up at the underside of the overpass as they walked under it. A foul smelling barrel burned lowly on the side-walk opposite them, a marker for the less sophisticated part of town. But it was an uneventful walk. A couple of strangers had crossed their paths and given them wary eyes but nothing happened on their journey to the liquor store. Even Cynthia began to feel uneasy.

The bottomless district wasn't that much different from anywhere else... most of the males had sheathes that hid their endowments, and the girls kept their thighs closed, never bending over but crouching tactfully if need be. People could easily get friskier quicker, but there was always an atmosphere of restraint and a culture of respect within the district... unless you crossed under the overpass. This part of the town was where girls genuinely were not safe and where some boys (especially her present company) would be eaten alive but the hungrier alphas that lurked in the shadows down here.

Zoe and the girls were waiting on the corner, just outside the store when Cynthia and Tim arrived. Zoe was fuming, smoke practically billowing out of her ears.

“We didn't get served!" she growled, as if it was their fault. “Correction!" she added, “We could have got served, but Monica wouldn't lift her top for the pig behind the counter."

“I'm not showing off for a few bottles, I've got standards," Monica scowled.

“Unlike some people," Zoe said in a sing-song voice, “Where were you when we needed you?" She glanced at Cynthia with a sickeningly superior look in her eye. The pup balled up a fist and swallowed the urge to smack it straight into Zoe's eye. She couldn't take another day of this, let alone whole summer.

As Zoe seethed, a deep vicious rumbling came from around the corner, attracting their attention. Two motorcycles throttled past them, each supporting a big, gruff looking biker. One was a wolf, his muzzle masked and a pair of aviators hiding most of his face, his body squeezed into a leather jacket. A bear was on the opposite bike, sporting the same leather jacket and a black bandana. As the bikes passed them, Cynthia spotted a smaller fox, probably only his teens, who was seated behind the wolf, practically dwarfed in his presence. The bikes continued to the end of the road and stopped at the corner, growling in their idleness.

“Biker fags," laughed Zoe and the girls joined in, except for Cynthia that had momentarily lost herself in a fantasy of riding behind that bear on his bike, breathing fresh air, letting the vibrations course through her body-

“Cynth!" Zoe hissed. “What do we do?"

“How should I know?"

“Let's ask someone then?" suggested Tim. “What about this guy?" A

ragged looking rat was approaching the store and Tim hopped up to him. “Excuse me sir?"

“Fuck off!" the rat screeched and Tim blanched, almost falling over himself in an effort to get away. The rat pulled his coat around himself and entered the store and Tim shuffled back to the group looking embarrassed. The four girls burst out laughing and Tim blushed.

“Oh, god. What about this idiot?" Monica giggled, pointing at the fox. The bikes had disappeared but the fox had dismounted and was coming their way, obviously heading for the store.

He was tall and slim with gorgeous red and orange fur, white in his muzzle and chest that showed through an open leather jacket. He had an ornate tattoo of line art on his upper arm, with leather bands around his wrists and neck. The way he walked, sashaying his hips and ass suggested a feminine flamboyancy about him.

“You think this is a Black Day guy?" Sandy asked, curiously. “That gang that came into town, I heard some seniors talking about them.

“It's the Black Dawn, I think," Cynthia corrected her.

“Didn't they bust up a bar," Monica whispered. “In a big fight or something?"

“Probably not this biker wannabe," chucked Zoe, under her breath. “How's it going sweetie," she called to him as he reached the door. The fox stopped and gave her a smirk.

“What's up, honey?"

The girls pounced, like predators encircling the prey on a hunt. The fox was surrounded as they all beamed up at him, batting their wide eyes.

“So, we forgot our IDs-"

“-and we were wondering-"

“-could a handsome man like yourself-"

“-help us out-"

“-pleeeeeease!" They all chorused. The fox raised an eyebrow, then shook his head slowly, as if cursing his luck. "You got money?"

They all stuffed a few crumpled bills into his paw and he disappeared inside the store. “I'll be out in a minute."

Zoe grinned from ear to ear, her bushy tail swishing. “He's probably queer as fuck," she hissed.

“Did you see what he's wearing?" chuckled Monica, even though Cynthia happened to know she had a jacket very similar to his in her closet at home. Cynthia left the girls to their comments, choosing to sit on the curb and wait in silence.

The fox reappeared with a freshly purchased bottle of gin, tucked under his arm, and a large box of clinking bottles of beer under his other arm. Zoe grabbed the box and made to take the gin too, but the fox shunted her away. He saluted with two fuzzy fingers and nodded to them. “Ladies."

“Where are you off to then, little biker bitch boy?" laughed Zoe, nastily. Monica, Sandy and Tim giggled but Cynthia just rolled her eyes, flushing with embarrassment. But the fox seemed unfazed, choosing to ignore her.

He made to leave, but Cynthia hopped to her feet, “Are you with the Black Dawn?"

The foxed slowed down and nodded. “Yip."

“Where are the rest of them?"

“Why do you want to know?" and his eyes narrowed.

Zoe glared at Cynthia. “Careful with this one, bike-fag. She'll try and

gobble up your cock, gay or not."

The pup's grin faded and Zoe smirked in triumph, leaning right in, “'Cause that's just how she is-"

The loud thwack! cut Zoe off in mid sentence, as Cynthia struck her across the muzzle. Zoe reeled back, clutching her face and tears welling in her eyes. “What the fuck, Cynthia? Can't you take a joke?"

“You are a joke, Zoe," Cynthia spat, the girls rallying to Zoe's defence as the boys watched, Tim aghast and the fox mildly interested.

“C'mon on girls, let's leave the slut with her biker-fag!" The three girls headed off, Cynthia left behind with the fox and Tim stuck in the middle. “

Aren't you coming?" Monica asked to the corgi. Tim looked towards his girlfriend and mouthed “let's go." But Cynthia stood routed to the spot. Tim sighed and shuffled over to stand beside his girlfriend. Monica just shook her head and the three girls stalked off around the corner.

Cynthia looked at the fox who just stared back. She sighed apologetically, sticking her paws into the pockets of her hoodie and rocking back and forth on on the pads of her foot-paws.

“Sorry about them, they're-um, they're jerks."

“They're your friends," the fox said plainly, folding his arms and for a moment Cynthia thought the damage had been done. But the corners of his mouth twitched.

“Yeah, around here... you can't really choose your friends," the pup sighed and she held out a paw. “I'm Cynthia."

“Cody," said the fox, grasping her paw and giving it a shake. “And uh, you are?" he asked, addressing Tim, who tensed up.

“My name's Tim," he muttered but kept his paws at his side. “Cynth, we really should be getting back-"

“So can I ask, are you really a member of the Black Dawn?" Cynthia cut across her boyfriend, practically shunting him aside as Cody puffed out his chest and swelled with pride.

“Yup, been with them for about three years now." “What are they like?"

“They're-"

“How far have they rode on their bikes?"

“Oh, um-"

“Are they tough?"

“They-"

“Have they killed people?"

“Uh-"

“Have you killed people?"

“What-?"

“Could I meet some them-"

Cody reached out and grabbed Cynthia by her shoulder, desperately trying

to silence her. She shut up and the fox sighed with relief, smirking just a little.

“No, you certainly can't meet some of them. Your friend is right, you should

head home."

“I'm her boyfriend," Tim said sharply, as if there was acid on his tongue.

“Fantastic news," drawled Cody, turning away and starting to walk off. “Cynthia, great to meet you. Maybe I'll see-...would ya stop following me?"

Cynthia didn't break stride, but caught up and walked side by side with the fox, ignoring him. Tim shouted angrily, a short “Seriously?" and headed off in the opposite direction, admitting defeat. He threw a contemptuous glance over his shoulder and disappeared around the corner.

Cody on the other hand, wasn't so eager to give up. Instead he tried a more subtle approach, as they marched down the lane and turned off into an open, empty lot around a warehouse.

“Your boyfriend's gone."

“He'll be back, it's never that easy."

“Look, honey. You are super cool, snazzy as fuck but you really don't want

anything to do with the Black Dawn."

“Why do you stick around then?"

“Well, they're good to me. My mate is good to me."

“You've a mate?"

“Yes, but... look we're like a family but anyone who isn't family is pretty

much told to fuck off-"

“Well, I'm interested in meeting some of them at least," Cynthia said, as

cool as you like. As they passed around the abandoned warehouse, the canine and the vulpine ducked through a broken chain-link fence and crossed another lane.

“Why?" Cody clearly couldn't make sense of Cynthia's drive for adventure. It was a concept that was simply beyond his comprehension.

“Because... because what the fuck else am I gonna do?" Cynthia shouted, a little louder than she meant to. Cody was taken aback. But this was the first time she had said her frustrations aloud and it seemed to finally make them real. Was she going to spend the whole summer doing extra classes, a robotic dog barking on command for her parents, who seemed so preoccupied with the idea of their “perfect daughter" that they had completely lost track and interest with the real thing? Trying to force relationships with idiotic friends, continue to date a boy she was beginning to detest?

As she started telling Cody of all the thoughts muddled up in her head, she kept walking, kicking at a bottle on the ground and watching it skid and dance along the pavement before spinning to a rest a few yards away. Even though he was listening, Cody seemed to be getting more anxious with every step; his ears were twitching, he kept glancing around as if they would be attacked... Cynthia was using it as a gage to measure how far they were from wherever the Black Dawn were holed up. It took another few streets and a good quarter of an hour before Cynthia stopped talking.

“And I like him, he's great... it's just, I think that I have more balls than him," Cynthia said in a huff, finishing telling Cody all about her desires to get away from home, at least for the summer. Cody was listening intently.

impatiently.

“Couldn't you just go to camp?" he said, rubbing the back of his neck

“I'm too old."

“Be a councillor?"

“Same thing. Instead of reading books and writing essays I'd be showing

kids how to make wallets and making sure they don't die in the woods."

“I can just see you losing track of like, every kid!" Cody laughed and

Cynthia giggled. Her giggle didn't stop and she started laughing harder, struggling for breath. The first time she'd properly laughed in a long time. Even Cody seemed to understand. But as they walked out of the lane onto a shady looking industrial street, he stepped in front and stopped her in her tracks.

“You can't tag along with us." He wasn't smiling anymore and it wasn't just plain anxiety on his features. There was a tone of finality in his soft voice and Cynthia stepped back, looking crestfallen.

“I wouldn't be a burden." “I don't doubt it. It's just..." “What?"

Cody bit his lip and pinched the bridge of his nose. He seemed to be teetering on the verge of telling her something and was really struggling with the decision.

“Look, I have a mate right? But, it's a complicated relationship." “How so?"

“It's not exactly exclusive..." He trailed off.

Cynthia stared at him. “Do they share you?"

Cody blushed hotly and shook his head. “No, not exactly. Sometimes Royce asks Manes to join in and heh, that's fun-ugh, I mean Royce is my mate! But the other girls, who are mated to the most of the other guys. They had to-I mean to join, you have to... it's like an initiation." His words hung in the thick air and Cynthia took a moment to process them.

The pup suddenly felt a stab of electricity in the base of her spine, the ran all the way up her back and shocked her brain. She understood.

“The initiation," she said slowly, the word taking on a whole new meaning, “is it... with everyone?"

Cody looked away, blushing and then nodded. “There's the alphas, the dominants. The big guys. Then the girls and well, me. The betas, submissives. The alphas all join in and take a turn."

Cynthia felt her cheeks turn red, her thoughts of massive, nameless, faceless men standing around her, naked and exposed and eager. “Do they, um... are people initiated often?"

Cody seemed to drop his guard, not exactly relaxed but still somewhat relieved he hadn't terrified the young girl.

“Well, most girls actually refuse and just leave. Some are just too scared. A few lasted two or three guys and then gave up. They don't want get banged by the whole crew."

“Did you?"

Cody shook his head. “Half of them aren't into cock. But the ones that are, took two turns." He rubbed his behind absent-mindedly, thinking back to what must have been a long night. “So you see, that's why... where the hell are you going?!"

Cody took off after Cynthia who had started trotting along the sidewalk. “It's this way, right?"

“Cynthia! What are you doing? How can you still be interested?"

“I just am, I'm not afraid a stupid big cock. Or twenty! Um, actually how many are there?"

“Eleven," said Cody, stepping up beside her. “But jeez, girl! The betas that stayed came from broken homes! Abusive boyfriends and husbands! Addictions! All you've got is a prissy little rich girl life you're not exactly happy with!"

That struck a nerve with Cynthia and she came to a halt, looking sour. Cody flushed apologetically as the girl folded her arms and stared him down. A large semi drove past, revving it's engine as it either headed to or left some loading dock. Cody used the distraction as an excuse to look away, suddenly very interested in the destination of the truck.

“If you really don't want me to join, just say it." There was a quiver in her voice. Cody shook his head quickly.

“It's not that, it's just... I wouldn't want you to get hurt!"

“I mean, I can always leave right? During the initiation?"

“Oh, of course," Cody said quickly, “yeah, we're not like that. But... you're

really interested? Some of these guys are pretty big. And pretty rough."

Cynthia blinked, looking down at her bare foot-paws as she flexed her

stubby toes.

“Why do you like the Black Dawn?" she asked softly. Cody didn't respond immediately, it was not that type of answer. He let out a long exhale through his nose and his eyes shut slowly.

“It's like nothing else I knew before." He spoke in a dreamy voice, like remembering a fond far-away memory. “No restrictions, no rules. Just freedom and honesty and loyalty. We look out for each other. Something the real world seems to have forgotten," he said with sad smile.

Cynthia raised her eyebrows, smirking and Cody sighed, finally relenting. He seemed to spoken for Cynthia herself, answering why she would want to be a part of the gang.

And the two of them continued walking on.

Cody led her to a warehouse on the waterfront, where the gang was staying, deep within the docks where no one would bother them. Apparently the Black Dawn had stopped in for a supply run and this was the last day before leaving to go west.

The strong smell of diesel fumes mixing with the ocean salt tickled Cynthia's nostrils as they crossed the concrete wharf. As they drew closer to a large red- bricked warehouse with broken windows high up the walls, Cynthia heard the sound of revving engines, shouts and hollers and the occasional pluck of an electric guitar string.

She drew closer to Cody and swallowed the lump of nerves in her throat. A clump of activity was just inside the warehouse entrance, under a partially rolled down metal shutter, where a group of oil drums had been grouped together and were spewing hot flames and bright sparks. It was like some urban take on the classical campfire. A few leather and fabric couches that were a little worse for wear had been pulled up to bathe in the firelight. A dozen or so figures sat or stood around the fire, all the more imposing as they were silhouetted in the angry energetic flames. Their heads turned as Cody ducked under the shutter, whereas Cynthia barely had to stoop.

“The prodigal son returns!" screamed a male, as if he was a ringmaster trying to grab the attention of a raucous crowd. A large wolf came forward, the same wolf she had seen earlier. Cody started forward, muttering to Cynthia, “This guy's Royce, my-"

“You were supposed to pick up gin. Not a pup," he said in a low voice, even as Cody withdrew the bottle from under his jacket and held it out. This close up, the wolf was all the more terrifying, his grey and white fur outlined by the fire's orange glow.

“This is-" Cody started, but the same theatrical voice sounded from the fire and a figure approached.

“He's brought company, he has!" howled the voice and a large rabbit walked up beside the wolf. Just as tall, though a little skinnier, Cynthia noticed one of his ears was partially severed, as if the top had been ripped clean off. “Who's this then, hmmm, who've you brought to us?" he spoke excitedly, like an over-sized child on Christmas. His accent was thick, obviously from Britain.

“I'm Cynthia," she said quietly, managing a small smile and the two large males grinned back.

“What brings you to this big ol' bad part of town?" came a third voice, the bear from earlier, sidling up next to his friends. The males leered down at her, and as they bore down, Cynthia took a step back, briefly considering high-tailing it out of there, when the rabbit suddenly gasped and fell backward. Or rather he was pulled backward...

An older girl, a tall wolverine had grabbed him by his good ear and yanked

him aside.

“Fuck off, you scoundrels," laughed the girl, wrapping an arm around Cynthia's shoulders and guiding her around them, towards the fire.

“What has our dear Cody gotten you into, gorgeous?" said the wolverine, in an almost motherly, endearing sort of way. Lingering at the fire, were a couple of foxes,

practically identical, a large big-bellied alligator, a doberman pincher and a pitbull. There was also a black and brown wolf with light spots on his shoulders and occupying another couch were four girls: a lioness, two silvery-furred wolves and a doe. Everyone was wearing some the same jacket, with matching black leather with brass studs in the shoulders and buttons, and all of them were looking at Cynthia with polite half-interest.

The wolverine sat back down agains one of the couches, bunching up to Cynthia. Unlike other girls in the district, this biker had no sense of modesty whatsoever, spreading herself across the couch and exposing her slit of flesh, tucked under a little tuft of fur between her thighs.

“I'm Nicole, or Nikki depending on my mood," the wolverine said in a heartily care-free sort of way. Cynthia decided immediately that she liked her.

“I'm Cynthia. I um, met Cody a few hours ago."

“What are you doing here?" asked the lioness with wary smile.

“This ain't exactly the fuckin' playground," growled the pitbull, another

strong gravelling cockney Brit accent that scraped through the ears.

“Be nice, Manes," snapped Nikki, turning back to Cynthia, her arm still

around her. “What are you doing here, though? Because he's right, this is no place for you-"

“I want to join your gang," said Cynthia quickly, before they could decide to send on her way already.

She had actually expected a bigger reaction, perhaps a chorus of gasps or even a cackle of hearty laughter. Instead Nikki stayed silent, the pitbull rolled his eyes and few of the others scoffed. The lioness almost looked at Cynthia with pity, reminding her a little of Zoe. The welcoming party eased back to the fire, the towering grey and white wolf with his arm around Cody's waist, the opened gin in his free paw. The bear took a place standing behind the couch with all the other girls and the rabbit hitched up an electric guitar, sitting an armrest and plucking away, the amp close by and turned down low.

“What the fuck did you bring her here for," snapped Nikki, scolding Cody. “Poor girl doesn't know what she's got herself into." The wolverine then looked away into the darkness, watching for something in the corner of the room. A few of the others looked as well, but Cynthia couldn't see anything.

Cynthia considered explaining that she knew the process as Cody withered under the wolverine's icy stare, but kept silent. Instead, she played a tactical hand, “What do I have to do?" feigning innocence.

“You can start by bending over and spreading," hissed a voice from the shadows, prowling around the outside of the fire. Once he had stepped into the light, Cynthia saw he was a rather ugly looking otter, thick in the chest and legs with grimy, waxy looking fur and hair pulled back into a pony-tail.

A few of the gang-members rolled their eyes and muttered to one another at the otter's candour, but Cynthia just tried to suppress a smile and shrugged, “Where then, over the couch?"

The otter stopped dead in his tracks, the rabbit snapped a guitar string, and everyone else was silent, surprised at the little girl's casualness, while Cody hung back and tried not to laugh.

“Um, well yup... that's exactly what you do," the lioness grinned, getting up from the couch. “We uh... well, the men will then um... take turns..." There was a sudden change in the air. The situation was no longer dealing with a lost little girl... it was welcoming a potential player... there was a growing excitement, a hunger...

“Have you ever been with anyone?" asked Nikki, clearly worried. Cynthia felt a pang of affection for her.

“A few times, took on a basketball team once," she said, proudly. It was the first time she had actually admitted it and it was like a veil was lifted. Even as the men

laughed and exchanged lewd looks, Cynthia decided right then and there than she wouldn't give a single rat's shit about what anyone thought of her and how she acted... ever again.

“So, here?" she grinned, stepping up to the side of the couch and bending her body over the armrest to show off her curves, many from the waist down because her hoodie still sheathed her top half.

“Looks like we got ourselves a contender," growled the pitbull.

“Ladies and gentlemen, step right up step right up!" cackled the rabbit, bouncing between the bodies and hovering by Cynthia's behind. Once again, she noticed that a few of them were glancing into the darkness, towards the same corner of the room, as if watching or waiting for something.

“I'm up first," said the bear, pushing past the others and no one argued but a few groaned. “We'll need to get her ready though, eh Jenny?" He glanced back at the other girls.

“Sure thing, Bruce," said, one of the wolves, a young girl with pink highlights in her black hair and a nice shiny sheen to her silvery fur. She hopped off the couch as a crowd formed around Cynthia, still bent over the armrest. The pup begin to hyper-ventilate with growing anxiety as the wolfess crouched right behind her. This was happening... this was actually about to fucking happen.

Jenny's breath wafted over Cynthia's groin as the wolfess gently parted the pup's legs and exposed the thin lips of her sex. A few hungry growls sounded in the crowd.

out.

Then, just as Jenny's tongue went to lick up Cynthia's sex, a voice called

“Babe?"

Cynthia almost screamed right then and there! Tim! Fucking Tim, good god... “That's my boyfriend," she groaned, her voice high and tense with excitement. A few of the others laughed, but Cody having been aware of the relationship, decided to make a move.

The fox doubled back towards the entrance, finding Tim lingering by the metal shutters, peering at the crowd. “Where's Cynth?"

“Look dude, we're busy."

“I'd like to see her..."

“Well, you'll have to wait. We're uh, showing her the bikes." Cody's voice

almost broke into laughter, but he kept a straight face. Tim glared at him in the dark and then folded his arms.

“Fine, I'll just wait out here."

“You... you do that," Cody said, biting his bottom lip. “I'll keep you

company..."

Back at the fire, Jenny prepared Cynthia for the salvo of cock she was about to endure. She started by glazing her tongue up through Cynthia's folds, licking at the flesh and coating it in saliva. Cynthia had never been eaten out by a girl before and found it was a whole new experience. Tim had actually been decent enough at doing this, the few times they had done cunnilingus, but another girl just knew all the right moves. As soon as her wet muscle pressed into her folds, it was little a hot jolt of electricity, coursing up inside her. A slight sting but one that plucked away at Cynthia's mind, guiding her into a maze of pleasures and wonders where she was slowly getting lost in in thickness of it all. With each lick, the wolfess glazed her pussy in another fresh coat of spittle. And soon Cynthia's head was an absolute mess of sparks and explosions of pleasure and ecstasy. It was like Jenny's tongue was pressing buttons, each with a different yet strangely similar function.

“You'll need this, little one," Royce the wolf said, offering Cynthia a swig of gin. She accepted and made to reach for it, but the wolf jammed the glass mouth of the bottle between her lips, tilting it back and forcing her to take a deep sip. She choked at the powerful bite of such potent alcohol. She hadn't even noticed the men toying with themselves, fondling their sheaths and cupping their testes as their growing cocks protruded from their fuzzy nests and swelled to enormous lengths, basking in the blazing fire.

Bruce the bear stepped up as Jenny scooched aside, his humanoid cut- cock throbbing in his furry paw. The rounded tip was glistening in the fire-light and it hovered forward until it pressed up against Cynthia's slit, grinding against the pliable flesh, nestling into the folds. Cynthia grit her teeth, her belly fluttering and toes trembling. There was an immense pressure behind her and she desperately wanted, no... needed relief.

Bruce inhaled and thrust inward, slowly pushing his thick dick deep inside, Cynthia's sex swallowing up his girth in a second. The pup had to fight hard not to scream. She had never felt so full in her life. She felt like she was being torn open, she must have been damaged if not ripped asunder, her pussy torn to shreds... no! It was just in her mind. Her mind had gone into momentary panic, imagining that she was being split open and some how crushed as her insides tried to adjust to such a drastic change in her body. Just give it a second.

“Fuck she's tight," moaned Bruce pulling back, sliding the cock out and pushing back in as Cynthia's pelvic muscles ground against him in resistance. The other males laughed encouragingly, watching the show unfold.

Cynthia's little fists curled into tight balls as the bear rocked back and forth, his furry thighs brushing against her backside on every thrust forward. As soon as it had come, the thoughts of pain had been washed away with the blissful wave of pleasure and warmth. It was a snug fit yes, but it felt amazing, like she had been moulded around the male's length. She could feel this throbbing pulsing through the spear of hot meat, the glistening sting of her stretched walls as they hugged around his length. His paw pressed down on the small of her back.

The pup opened a bleary eye, blushing at the sight of everyone watching her. She hadn't considered that it would be so public, so open and exposed. Her clit buzzed as the slick cock length tickled against it, the sheer force of being fucked reeling in her mind. She was only partially aware that already Bruce had picked up speed, the dry “pat" of his fur on hers getting faster and faster. His paw dug into her back as he fucked her, his balls brushing between her inner thighs.

With each inward pump, Cynthia let out a little “nng!" And then as quickly as it begun, Bruce finished. He roared, his cock flexing as it came, pumping her full of cum, sending vibrations up her insides to course through her body. Cynthia shook her head, trying to clear it of the clouds of dizziness and disorientation, totally lost.

With a wet sucking sound, Bruce withdrew, her swollen pussy lips oozing cum and it begin to dribble down her inner thigh. “I'm next," growled Manes, the pitbull. his canine endowment already twitching with anticipation. A figure stepped in front of Cynthia, one foot-paw up on the couch.

“Don't mind if I leave this here, eh?" the otter, Sid, teased. Cynthia winced as his hot cock dropped against the bridge of her muzzle, covering her face. His balls were on her chin, pre-cum dripping into the top of her head-fur.

Before she could reply, Manes had slipped inside of her sensitive sex. It felt different, the pointed tip of the canine cock easier to take than the thicker human one. Each pull back certainly had more of relieving effect on her pussy walls. Sid folded his arms and grinned as he stared down at Cynthia, his cock flopped against her face until Royce, Cody's mate shoved off.

“Don't be a prick," he said, shortly. Sid relented quickly.

Manes put a paw at the back of the girl's head, forcing her down so her arms buckled and her chest pressed into the couch cushions. His other paw hooked around her thigh and lifted her groin up into his crouch, taking her weight and letting him fuck her deeper. With each push forward, Cynthia felt the hot swollen rounded knot smash against her pussy lips, but Manes choose not to knot. He lasted as long as Bruce, spasming at the end and cumming hard, though with considerably less volume than the bear.

The two fox twins were next... Cynthia wasn't paying attention but would have heard they were Knox and Knave. She was most aware of the fieriness burning around her pussy-lips, the aching emptiness inside her now that she had gotten used to being filled up with meat... she needed more and whined loudly, encouraging the twins to make their move. Knox stepped up while his brother positioned himself at Cynthia's front, copying what Sid had done, only this time he angled the rounded cock tip against the pup's lips.

“Open wide," he teased, but his brother had already pushed himself inside the girl, making her gasp. Knave quickly gagged her with the tip of his cock, careful not to choke her.

Cynthia's mind flashed with memories of the basketball team in that locker-room, the taste of salty hot flesh on her tongue, the feeling of sucking down a man's dick, there was nothing quite like it, nothing it could compare too... as if driven by the triggered memories, Cynthia started to suck.

She twisted and jerked her muzzle side to side, rotating around Knave's cock as Knox pounded away at her pussy. He didn't even mind that his cock was coated in cum that was not his own. There was a hot wetness dribbling down her inner thigh, though Cynthia did not know if it was old cum or her own excitement as it ran through her short fur, tickling the skin beneath.

Knave and Knox were smaller than the others, but both of them at the same time made Cynthia feel even fuller, as if she really was being crushed. And as Knave grew hungrier for more, he shoved his slick, spittle soaked cock down the back of Cynthia's throat, his balls batting against the face as she deepthroated him.

“Grk! Gllrk! Grkk!" came from the pup drowned out by the shouts and hollers of encouragement from the other males. Cynthia writhed and squirmed between them, her clit and nipples buzzing with head-spinning excitement.

Unsurprisingly, the twins came at the same time. Her pussy was numb, but the taste of cum was fresh in her mouth and she gagged as she swallowed, bringing a trembling paw to her lips to wipe it clean after Knave had withdraw, his half-flaccid length dripping in cum and a saliva.

Outside in the cold, Cody listened to the shouts of triumph and pleasure of the alphas, watching Tim pace in small concentric circles as he waited for his girlfriend, who was getting fucked practically right in front of him.

He wanted to scream at the boy, he wanted to shake him and say “How do you not know what's going on?" He was actually sure that if dragged Tim right inside, right now he would be able to convince him that Cynthia was choking and his gang was practicing the Heimlich manoeuvre. He would have felt sorry for the corgi if his ignorance wasn't so blindly infuriating.

“I know what's happening," sighed Tim. “Oh, you-you do?" said Cody, stunned. “Yeah, she's avoiding me..."

“She's... what?"

“I don't think she's happy with me anymore, I don't think I'm enough," Tim said, kicking at the ground angrily. “She probably needs more."

“Oh, you've no idea," mumbled Cody, putting an arm around the corgi. “She want's to come out west with us. To join the gang."

“She'd like that... is that what she's doing now? Joining up?"

“... exactly."

Inside, Cynthia's position had changed considerably. Once the twins were

done, the alligator called Caste had plonked himself down on the couch and pulled Cynthia into his lap, letting her ride him while maintaining control. His scaly hands clamped at her sides at worked her up and down like a toy. Drool and sweat stained her hoodie, the hem sticky with cum... She ground her hot, gaping sex right down, feeling the male's heartbeat in his churning balls, hugging him tightly. She wished she was back on the couch; lying down on it offered some sense of stability. Bouncing up and down and thrown around was dizzying her so she felt ill.

“Good girl," whispered Caste, in a heavy Cajun accent, born and bred in the bayou. The pup began to fade in and out of consciousness, like in a light and drunken sleep. She barely registered the ache in her jaw as she scarfed down Sid the otter's cock that tasted less pleasant than the others, while the doberman pincher rode her from behind. He hit her so hard with his knot, she was sure he was trying to penetrate her with it but he was simply too big. The pincher lasted longer than anyone else. Once Sid had cum, he had stepped away so that Miles the rabbit could take a turn, easing his cock along her tongue.

She came out of her ecstatic stupor during the final partner, the black and brown wolf with the light spots on his shoulders.

He fucked slow, not just thrusting in and out but pressing into different spots, so that it felt new and different even though she had been with so many. Just went she thought she would feel that deep knock inside her, his dick would push again something else, triggering a whole new explosion of sensation inside her head.

For the first time she was on her back, her numb legs around the male's waist as they fucked. He had to arch his back just to keep their faces aligned because she was so small...

“How tight is she now, Jake?" one of the men laughed.

“Sorry you had to go last, mate!"

“I wanted to," moaned Jake, right into Cynthia's ear, kissing it... smooching

it. “Because I'm going to make... her..."

Cynthia started feeling something new, a dull rumbling deep within her, so

deep she didn't even know where it was. It was like she was floating yet she was stuck. A cork in a bottle of carbonated water where the pressure was building, and building... Jake the wolf was kissing and nibbling at her neck in a sharp electrical kisses and nips... that pressure, the bubbles coursing through her, penetrating... filling her up... cracking glass, the bottle shattering!

Cynthia exploding outwards, shooting like a rocket!

The pup screamed, a sharp sound that was silenced immediately as Jake clamped his mouth over hers, murring into the kiss. She spasmed, twitched and twisting under his weight as she climaxed, partially blinded from the explosions of pleasure in her ears and nose and mouth. She was suffocating in ecstasy, she couldn't handle it... she was going... going... gone.

Her breath was hot in her throat, sticky and thick. The stale taste of spit and cum at the back of her tongue was almost nauseating as her endorphins faded from her head, reality swimming back into focus. Her crotch was on fire, her insides aching, stretched and sore... Cynthia wanted to curl up and sleep for a year. She almost did as Nikki draped her leather jacket over the pup's small form.

“She fuckin' did it," growled Manes, an impressed note on his voice. The men weren't joking anymore, they were too tired and too surprised that the little girl had lasted to the end.

“Your boyfriend is still outside," Bruce chuckled; he was more mobile than the rest of them, having completely regained his energy. Cody was by his side, looking ready to murder somebody. Cynthia groaned, happily ready to take a second round of all her partners than to deal with Tim, but she got up all the same.

“Oh god,," she whined as she shifted and her loins oozed sticky remains of cum. Not even Tim would be fooled now...

“Here," Caste held up his jacket and swapped it for Nikki's. It was much bigger, draping over her body like a cross between a robe and a cape. She smiled gratefully. Cody had been right. With the initiation done, the biker had completely changed, already willing to protect and help her. She left the warmth of the blazing fire and approached the rolling shutter. She crept out underneath it, half expecting Tim to be watching her, a look of betrayal and revulsion on his face... but no, instead he was eerily calm.

“I was talking to Cody."

“Hi, Tim... talking about what?"

“You're planning on staying with them, aren't you?"

“I... I think so..."

Her words hung in the silence. When he did not speak, she continued. “I

really want to stay with them, at least for the summer. I'm not going home." She drew the big coat around her, shivering in the dark cold. Caste's scent lingered on the leather and even now, a spark of excitement lit up inside her.

“So... are we done?" The corgi looked at her dolefully.

Cynthia scrunched up her face. She imagined the beginning of an avalanche, finally giving way to the build up and coming crashing down on top of everything... “I don't want to be with you."

Tim looked like he had been shot. He actually staggered backwards, as if her words had materialised into a vicious bullet and pierced his heart. Tim tucked his chin into his chest and sniffled. The tension was overwhelming, but eventually Tim just sighed and gave a brief, defeated nod.

“I had fun... so much fun."

Cynthia smiled weakly, suddenly feeling a mixture of relief and guilt.

“I'll... see ya round, Cynthia." Then he turned around and walked off into

the dark.

her cheek. One... he'd get one tear.

her in silence.

Noticing her return, Nikki waved her over as the vast Rottweiler watched

“Cynthia, this is Kane. Kane... Cynthia."

Cynthia stared after him, feeling a tear well up in her eye and trickle down

Cynthia walked back inside, soaking up the warmth of the atmosphere. Miles was strumming away at the guitar, the battery amplifier turned up a little louder now. Manes and Sid were chatting, a few of the girls were watching her. Nikki was speaking with... Cynthia realised it was a newcomer, a male she hadn't seen yet... but had she not been with everyone?

Cynthia stupidly offered her paw up for a shake, and a few of the males chuckled, but not exactly in a nasty way. She blushed and almost withdrew it, when the massive dog took her paw and and shook twice.

“I lead the Black Dawn," he spoke in a low, deep rumbling voice that was strangely melodic, the syllables dancing into one another on his tongue. “You're welcome to stay as long as you like."

Cynthia blushed again as an the whole group cheered as one. Miles lashed across the guitar in celebration and Cynthia was embraced by the four other girls, except for Nikki who was holding up a leather jacket. It looked a little too big and Nikki remarked, “We'll have to get it fitted for you," but Cynthia accepted it with gusto.

The night dragged on, Cynthia spending most of it seated on the couch, listening to backstories and histories of the gang members. There were jokers, crazies and fighters... some were lovers and others were users. The most enigmatic was definitely Kane, who had retreated back to the dark corner of the warehouse where he had been staying all along. The only sign of life was occasional flare of a cigarillo stub, briefly bathing his blurry face in orange, sickly light. When Cynthia asked why Kane had not joined in, Nikki dodged the question, asking how she felt about losing Tim.

In truth, she hadn't even thought of him until Nikki brought it up. Cynthia shared in Royce's bottle of gin, taking sips with him and Cody and listening to Miles try to use his guitar to replicate modern pop music that she had listened to, and fail abysmally. She didn't even remember falling asleep.

The first thing Cynthia felt was the vicious ache between her legs, then the stiffness in her groin and the dull headache from dehydration. Sunlight was blaring through the broken windows, shining on the bright luminous metal chrome pieces on the bikes. Apparently, the gang had let her sleep in, as most of them had packed up their gear and were securing to their bikes.

In fact, what had woken her was Kane revving his engine on the lead bike, howling like a mad-man as his entourage whooped and cheered, ready for the day's ride ahead.

She almost feared she had been forgotten until Nikki waved her over, patting the front of her saddle. Eva the doe was wrapped around Nikki's back. Cynthia skipped over, wincingly slightly at the aches in her crotch, before throwing one leg over the leather seat and pushing back against Nikki's front. Nikki put both paws on the handle- bars, gunning the throttle. Cynthia was so small she was barely in the way.

The engine was running and the vibrations were not helping her post-sex pains, but Cynthia endured. Cody was on the bike ahead and waved as the gang started off...

Kane was in the lead, next came Caste with Lola, Bruce with Jenny and then came Sid. Manes and his girl Kara were next, then the twins, one in the side-car. The next bike had Dex in the main seat while Miles strummed his guitar in the side saddle, had Royce and Cody took off. Then the three girls took up the rear. Nikki bent low and whispered against Cynthia's ear...

“Hang on pup," then she twisted the throttle and like a rocket they were off, under the raised rolling shutter and blazing along the concrete wharf, baking in the morning sun. Cynthia grit her teeth, having reached back to dig her paws into Nikki's thighs for stability. She felt amazing, she felt free... as the gang drifted onto the freeway and headed out of the city, she felt as if her problems literally fading away behind her, with possibilities blooming ahead.