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The fist across Dylan's face came hard as the tan meerkat with the fuzzy blond hair-do hit the ground. Blood flowed from between his teeth and dripped down onto his loose gray beater, his thin, sagging cargo pants barely kept in place by his bulky tail. The dark spotted hyena standing over him was yelling down at him, but the words were fading in and out. All Dylan did was dig his fist into the dirt of the baseball field before striking back...HARD! The Hyena did a one eighty while slobber flew from his mouth. When he hit the ground, his friends went to help him as Dylan stood up, spitting blood into the dirt. As everyone watched him, he looked back with a badass face filled with irritation before raising his padded finger at the otter fem with the short, red hair who had started the fight, "FUCK YOU..." he then pointed at the hyena on the ground, "...and FUCK you, Taylor!" The last thing Dylan saw before storming off was Joey Taylor trying to sit up and focus with a big fist print on the side of his head.

Dylan was rubbing his aching knuckles as he marched down the sidewalk, his book bag bouncing of his back. The fact that a girl he had known for years took some assholes side over his just made the pain worse. Once he was at least a good fifteen minutes from school, he lost himself in the numerous fenced in alley ways. It took another ten minutes for him to clear his head before he made up his mind as to where he was going. Coming to an open drain pipe that rain outside a line of conjoined, three story houses, Dylan hopped down before disappearing into the massive, enclosed pipe.

The sound of water dripping filled Dylan's round ears as he fumbled with the green and pink glass piece in his paws. Putting it to his lips, he raised his lighter to the packed bowel before the green bud inside with the golden little hairs burned with a tint of greenish fire. He covered the small hole on the side as he wrapped his dark lips around the end of the piece and inhaling for a good fifteen seconds. As the smoke inside the piece disappeared into his muzzle, he held in his breath, letting the haze of the weed take him before he coughed repeatedly, all his troubles fading away as he stared up at the wet surface of the massive pipe.

Based on the person, time tends to pass differently when someone is smoking bud. For Dylan, time passed him by too quickly as the eighth in his baggy was smoked away packed bowel by bowel. The sun had gone from three o'clock to near disappearing over the horizon, giving off its orangey glow. Lying next to the flowing water with his arm over his head, Dylan's eyes were completely glazed over, feeling too high to consider moving for the next few hours. Eventually, he lay his paw down into the flowing waters...and closed his eyes.

It was dark out when Dylan woke up, feeling the tip of his red kicks dragging along the pipe he passed out in. There were two sets of paws wrapped firmly around either of his biceps. One of the owners on his right side was speaking in a dull, monotone voice, "...anything you say or do can be used against you..." The words went in and out as Dylan's head got heavier again...

There was a loud buzz and a clicking sound when Dylan opened his eyes. "Lights out till morning!" His head was pounding when he stumbled out of a bed and hit the cement floor hard. He didn't get much time to look around as the lights in a hallway just outside some metal bars quickly flashed off. The meerkat's world was spinning, his mouth dry because he was dehydrated. He began to panic which wasn't good because he was still a little high and that was never a good combination. "Hey...HEY! What am I doing in here!? What am I doing in here!?" The world was spinning; all he could see was a big blur under the sheets of the other nearby bed in his cell and the white marble of the nearby sink. Sitting on the bed he woke up on, he started to freak, hugging himself and scratching furiously at his head with his long black nails. "Fuck...I'm in jail...FUCK!" he mumbled before shouting.

It took some time for Dylan to calm down, his thirst taking over as he stumbled towards the sink. He quickly twisted both knobs and the water rushed out, cuffing it in his paws before drinking it with loud slurping sounds. When his mouth no longer felt like cotton, he made it back towards the bed which had both a single sheet and pillow; they were suppose to prevent anyone from using them to commit suicide. As he sat down, Dylan gave one last try, "Hello? Is anyone there?"

The only response was, "Yo, shut the fuck up, I'm tryin ta sleep!" Still freaking out, Dylan slowly slipped his bare padded feet beneath the sheets, sinking his head into the pillow. He nervously nibbled at one of his thumb claws, something he hadn't done for a very long time.

"Where are my parents? Why didn't they pick me up? I'm sure they got a call... Fuck! What am I gonna say?!" he thought to himself. Shuffling around on the small, single person bed, it took what felt like forever for Dylan to fall back asleep, thinking he'd at least be safe in a police station cell...

There was a sudden rush and Dylan's eyes nearly rolled in his head as he was lifted from the bed to the far left corner of the cell. He would have shouted for help, but a massive paw with sharp, dirty claws was clamped firmly over his muzzle. The thin but athletic meerkat was no match against the bulky muscle behind him as he tried to struggle, his body firmly pressed against the wall as a ripped arm wrapped around his chest. Dylan squirmed as he felt a hard, massive bulge pressed firmly between his butt cheek...just as he felt his loose pants slipping from his lithe hips...

His muffled cries were barely audible as he pleadingly shook his head, feeling completely vulnerable as he felt a pair of warm lips and a thick, bulky nose pressing against his right side, working up to his arm. The big male pinning Dylan to the wall gave off a rumbling growl as long, flexible whiskers probed at the meerkat's sides, his arm forced to the ceiling as whoever they were buried their bulky nose into Dylan's sweaty pit hair. The meerkat felt both sick and violated as he heard the sounds of sniffing while feeling a wet, sand paper tongue lapping at his armpit, Dylan's fear making him sweat even more to satisfy the big male with his rich man stink.

A chill ran up Dylan's spine when his pants and underwear finally dropped towards the backs of his ankles. He could then feel the warmth coming off the fat bulge brushing against him. As the big male holding him there purred in his ear and slowly started moving his hips, Dylan desperately shook his head, trying to push against the wall in front of him but the male was too strong. There were the sounds of a belt being undone and then cloth hitting the floor. Dylan's cries for help became muffled whimpers as a long, fat, barbed cock grinded against his exposed asshole.

It wasn't going to be gentle... The only lube Dylan got were the thick beads of pre dripping from that pulsing rod of meat; spread mockingly across his virgin hole. All the air rushed out of the meerkat's lungs as muffled screams as the big male position his cock and ruthlessly started to push with his hips. Dylan scratched and tugged at the paw around his muzzle, but quickly went rigid when his hole was finally, forcibly penetrated. The violated meerkat threw his head back when barely even an inch more was pushed further into his butt, his ass muscles trying so hard to push that monster dick out of his hole. He looked up at the pitch black ceiling, failing to imagine himself somewhere else as the big male's forehead pushed into his sweaty shoulder blades; giving a sexed growl when he could finally get a rhythm going.

Dylan eventually felt the paw around his muzzle loosen, though the only sounds that left his throat were the choked moans of pain. The damage had already been done...his virgin hole had been wrecked...now all he could hope for was that he might pass out before the big male finished...

Next morning, the gate to the cell block slammed shut and Dylan proceeded to walk out through the main offices of the police station. He had woken up in the cell by himself, his clothes on his body, his underwear sticking firmly to his numb, pink ass, and his cheek fur soaked in tears. He felt empty inside, passing by his mom who was signing him out, not even noticing her judging stare she gave him before turning back to the papers. He struggled to get into the van with his two other brothers who tried so hard to pester him, "So what was jail like?" his young brother Matt asked. Dylan didn't say a word as he collapsed with lost eyes against the window of the back seat...

More to come.