A Tail of Bunny's Rescue
#2 of Bunny's Tail
Warning: The following contains scenes of violence, yiff and adult language. If you are under 18, or whatever the legal age is in your country, please do not read any further. Thanks for the reviews; I really appreciate it. Sorry it's taken me this long to post the next chapter. Hopefully I won't have so many problems next time. The following is a work of fiction, all characters are copyright me: FallenWolfenTalyn, and used with my permission, any unauthorized use of the characters will result in me getting very angry, so please ask first. "Don't die..." the voice whispered in Bunny's ears. "Please just don't die." Bunny listened to that voice for days. She never moved, never answered the nurses. They kept trying to feed her, but she wouldn't eat. She didn't quit like her body was screaming to do, but she wanted to. She didn't know how long she had lain there, until one day the voice said something different. "if you die, so will others. Live and help me." It repeated that for hours, over and over and over again as Bunny continued to stare at the ceiling tiles. She didn't know if the voice was from her own head or someone else's, but she finally opened her eyes to the room around her. She saw the nurses moving around in the room, but as she turned her head to the right, next to her bed was a fur in a blue uniform. "What do you want from me?" Bunny asked, staring hatefully at the very large badger standing next to her bed. "I'm a cop, I'm not here to hurt you. I just need some information." The badger cop said. He extended his paws towards the broken, battered fox, palms upwards, to show her that he wasn't going to hurt her. "I'll start with one simple question. What's your name, the nurses say that you've been here for almost two weeks and they can't get any sort of response out of you." He paused to smile brightly at her and put his paws back in his lap. "They say you haven't eaten anything in the last week." Bunny paused. She couldn't be sure that this badger wasn't going to hurt her. For all she knew he was a friend of Tyler's. But something about the cop's voice made Bunny feel secure. "My name..." Bunny paused, forgetting her own name for a moment. "My name... My name is... B-B-Bunny..." The cop looked shocked for a moment, "Your name is Bunny?" He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I've just..." he gave a small chuckle, before sobering up and apologizing. "I'm terribly sorry. That was very rude of me wasn't it? Ok, that's a start. Is it okay if I ask you more questions, or is that enough for today?" Bunny sighed and laid her ears back along her head, a sign she was agitated. "You just asked me another question. But if you must go ahead." She waved her paw absently at the badger, and as she finally noticed the IV in her wrist, she plucked at it gingerly as the badger opened his muzzle to speak. "No, wait, what is your name?" she asked suddenly, interrupting the badger as he spoke. The badger looked up, surprised at the fact that Bunny seemed so alert for having been mostly a vegetable for the last two weeks. He paused and then opened his muzzle to answer her. "My name is Sgt. Mike Halvent. Now then, what is your last name, Bunny?" He quirked his ears at her. Bunny paused and looked the badger over. She still couldn't tell and after he had laughed so cruelly at her name, she was trusting him less and less. "My last name is..." she paused once more. "My last name is Carol." She lifted her muzzle and narrowed her eyes at the badger. Bunny scowled at him and then waved her paw at him once again. "I'm tired I want to go back to sleep." She said sharply. Mike stood, he knew he'd get no more information out of the fox today. "Alright Miss Carol. I'll leave you alone today. I'll be back to check on you tomorrow. Get some sleep." He smiled good-naturedly and extended his right paw. He frowned when the fox just rolled over to face away from him. He was figuring that she was starting to suspect him of something, but he wasn't sure what. He walked out of the hospital room. He turned to the wolverine that was standing guard just outside the door. "No body besides the nurses and doctors goes in or out, got that Raph?" The large black grey and sliver wolverine raised his lips. "Yeah, got that, I'm not stupid you know, Mike." He winked at the badger. "I'll take care of it." He smiled and shook the badger's hand. The badger stalked off, mumbling to himself about a headache and how new faces weren't good in a business that killed people, but nobody heard him; least of all Bunny. Bunny lay on her bed, eyes closed in sleep. But her mind wasn't sleeping. She was running through the events of what had happened to her that night and how it was she got to the hospital. * * * Bunny lay on the couch where Tyler and his wolf pack had left her. They had gone to meet somebody somewhere and get more drugs. The already hurt fox sobbed where she lay, thinking about what they had done to her and what they would do to her when they got back. She looked down and saw the damage that had been done to her womanhood. Her once soft white fur that was between her legs and up the underside of her tail was stained red and crusted with blood and semen. Where her red fur met the white, towards the outside of her thighs, the fur was just as covered with blood, even though it was a good 5 or 6 inches away from the brutality. Under her tail, her anus was ripped open, and still leaked small drips of blood. She could feel the wetness on her fur, and when she tried to move her tail, it felt sticky. She could smell her own feces on her fur, it made her want to gag. Bunny cried. She put her paws to her eyes, covered them and cried into the pads. She was humiliated. Her body had been torn and now she couldn't even keep her intestines from expelling their contents from her anus. She wanted to die, her body screamed for it and she couldn't even bring herself to rip out her own throat. Maybe it was instinct, but then again, maybe it was just how stubborn the fox-girl was. But either way, the tears fell from her pretty blue eyes and ran down her fur and onto her mostly bare chest. She wept for herself, for she knew what Tyler and his cronies were going to do to her. She knew that the vile grey fox was going to kill her. She didn't know why, but she knew that he was going to, or at least have someone do it for him. She decided that she was going to get out. The broken red fox forced herself to her feet. Her thighs hurt her horribly when they touched so she tried to keep them apart. But when she did that her buttocks could not hold her ravaged anus closed, so she was forced to compromise. Every few seconds she would stop to tighten every muscle she had below the waist, to try to prevent her lower intestine from involuntarily letting everything go all over her. Bunny slowly made her way to the door, stopping quite often, her heart racing and mind screaming and praying that the door wasn't locked. Bunny cried again as she leaned against the locked door. Her body was wracked with her sobs, and tears flowed down her cheeks. She leaned against the door for a few moments before getting up to see if there was a back door to the apartment. She waddled to the kitchen of the apartment to look for a balcony or something. When she found her way into the kitchen, she saw the back door that she had hoped for. Bunny staggered to it, praying that it was open. The battered red fox beat her fists against the locked door, and she wished for death to arrive on swift wings, as she yelled for somebody, anybody to help her. She slumped to the floor once more, sobbing loudly this time and knowing that she was going to die. On the floor below the one Bunny was on, somebody heard her crying. His ears perked at the sound of a heartbroken cry for help. With swift silent moves, he was quickly out of his apartment and up the flight of stairs, beating on doors and asking if anyone inside needed help. Four apartments later, he found a padlock on the outside of the door, not a strange thing for this part of the city, but the strange thing was, he could hear the sobbing coming from deep inside the apartment. He put his face to the window, pressing his face as flat as he could get it "Anyone in there?!" He hollered loudly, cupping his paws against the window. "YES!" a voice screamed from what seemed to be the back of the apartment, they were all the same, so he knew that it was the kitchen. "Please! Help me!! Get me out!!!" The voice was definitely female and sounded very stressed out. "Ok!" he called back. "Hang on I'm a cop! I'm coming in to help you, ok! Just hang on!" He pulled his face back from the window and looked at the door. The padlock was strong, but the hinges that it was bolted to were very weak. "I'm going to break down the door, move away!" He knew she wasn't anywhere near the door, but figured he should give her some warning anyway. He moved back to the edge of the balcony and braced himself. He squared his shoulders, lowered his left one and ran towards the door. The balcony wasn't wide, but he had a lot of strength and broke the door down easily. He rushed into the apartment, and carried by his own momentum, stepped in something he somehow knew wasn't water. It was sticky and as he looked down, he saw dainty paw prints, staggered strangely, and made in blood. The blood spatter went from the couch to the front door, then back past the ratty looking couch, into the kitchen. He followed the footprints into the kitchen and that's where he met her. The thin, once beautiful fox was battered and broken. Her slim body was sprawled against the back balcony door, her legs pressed together, even as he saw the blood still dripping onto the floor between them. Her bright red fur was torn and matted with dried blood, showing that she had been this way for at least a few hours. Her non-athletic body was bruised and covered with small cuts and splashes of white sticky stuff that he could tell was not something that belonged in such a pretty fox's fur. He kneeled next to her limp form and gently touched her face. She drew a quick breath through her teeth and moved away from his touch, signaling to him that her face was hurt in someway. "It's okay," he whispered to her, grabbing a dirty towel off of the kitchen sink, obviously she hadn't thought to take care of her bleeding wounds, so he gave her what little cloth he could see without moving away from her. "It's okay, I'm a police officer. Just relax, I'm going to take care of you." He reached up to put his paw on her shoulder. "What's your name? What happened here? Who did this to you?" the questions ran out before he could stop them. All he felt was pure rage for whatever had done this to her, he knew it could be no one who had any form of heart as he placed the cloth between her legs. The fox shook her head, and kept her mouth shut, and tried to push his paw away from between her thighs. Her ears lay back against her head as she glared at him. Her body floated on the edge of consciousness, but she fought to stay awake as this new threat wasn't going away. She gave a few weak growls as the male kept trying to touch her. His hands were huge and once Bunny got up enough strength, she lifted her muzzle and looked at the male in front of her. The male was large, not really tall, but very wide. His head and muzzle were not particularly large, and his eyes were small and bright and a pale yellow, not unpleasant to look at, but just very deep and hiding something. His ears were small and set high on his head. His neck and shoulders, however, were quite wide; they made up most of what Bunny could see. Bunny's eyes wandered down the male's body, seeing that his chest and waist were just as wide as his shoulders. His pecks were well defined under his mostly black coat, and he had a strong six-pack across his abdomen, where the black fur of his chest mixed in with the lighter browns and silvers that trailed down his sides to his underside. His legs were plainly visible as he only had on a pair of shorts that only came halfway down his thighs, which were massive, the muscles plainly bulging under the thinner fur of his legs. His calves bulged just as much as his thighs did, making his hind paws look small connected to such big leg muscles. The way he crouched down next to Bunny made her realize that he was very agile and light on his feet, even though she was sure he weighed no less than 190 pounds. This male was unlike any Bunny had ever seen before and she knew that if he were there to kill her, she would have been dead in the first ten seconds. The male stepped away from the fox long enough to find some clean towels in the bathroom. He went back and saw that she had slumped over and was leaning against a cabinet with her head and neck at very bad angles to each other. He grabbed her up by what remained of her shirt and lifted her back to an upright position. He gently leaned her against himself, and tried once more to put the clean towels in between her thighs. Bunny batted weakly against his hands once more, not wanting to be touched. The male gave a short sharp growl and grabbed the girl's weakly flailing paws in one of his and pinned them to her chest. With the other hand he spread her legs and almost gagged at the sight that offended his eyes. "Oh my god," he whispered, sickened at the sight of what had happened to the female fox. "Oh, my god. What did this to you?" He gingerly reached out and put the clean towels between her blood soaked thighs and pressed them up against her battered vaginal opening. Her yelps and the amount of struggling she started told him that the female was hurting horribly, even before he touched her. "Shhhh, shh, shh..." he rocked her back and forth gently as she started to cry, the sobs racking her body making her shudder against his chest. "It's ok, I'm gonna get you out of here, ok, Just relax, I know it hurts." He forced her body tighter against his chest trying to get her to stop shaking. "It's okay, I tell you what, since you don't want to talk, I'll tell you my name. I'm Raphael, but everybody calls me Raph." He moved his paw that was holding her paws together, so that he could shake one of hers. "Nice to meet you." He said softly, trying to take her mind off the pain. Bunny lifted her head and looked up at the male, that she now knew was named Raph. His bright yellow eyes smiled at her, even though he couldn't make his muzzle stop trying to lift into a snarl. He petted her eyes and face, trying to wipe the tears away, but they just kept coming. Every time the girl would move, another small yelp would escape her lips and she would thrash in his arms more. Raph couldn't believe that anyone would harm this small defenseless thing, and even less why they would rape her so cruelly. He checked the towels every so often as he sat there with the fox, just talking softly to her. He talked about his apartment down stairs, about the weather for the next week and just about things in everyday life. He reiterated the point that he was a cop, or more exactly, a S.W.A.T. officer and some things he liked to do in his spare time. He would nudge her every now and then as he felt her head shift too far to one side, signaling that the girl was falling asleep. He was waiting for the blood flow to slow down so he could move her. Pretty soon the towels that he brought out of the bathroom were soaked and the girl's tortured sexual opening had at least slowed it's gushing of blood. "OK," Raph said shifting under the girl. "You ready to go now?" he asked her softly, as he got up to pick her up. A step and a sharp growl behind him made him stop and turn. "What?" was all he got out before he was brutally punched in the muzzle. "What the fuck is this!" a sharp voice called from the front door. "Who the fuck is this guy and why is he in my apartment?" The speaker looked around the person who had punched Raph and into the kitchen, "And why the Fuck is he in here with my bitch?" The speaker's voice dropped to a low growl. He grabbed Raph up by his throat and lifted him slightly off of the floor. He didn't lift him up very far before he hit Raph in the muzzle again, sending the cop to the floor. "Who the Fuck are you!!" The speaker growled in Raph's face as he bent down to look at the cop. Raph's eyes narrowed, he was playing it cool. He looked up and took a quick count of how many there were in the room, and what species they all were. The cop counted four wolves and a grey fox, which was the speaker, and knew he could beat them easily. But being as he also knew these were the monsters who raped the small weak red fox in the kitchen, he was going to make them pay. * * *
More to come, Once again sorry about the wait.