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II have never really been good at the whole "sharing my emotions" thing, but they say it helps so I guess that's why I am writing this. I guess I should start off about myself. Hi my name's Exile, I am an otter, I am currently twenty-six years of age, I have white fur, grey-ish eyes and short shaggy hair. I am not really tall, 'round 5'5, and I am a normal weight I guess. I like music and reading, unlike most of my generation I am not really a gamer, I prefer to be alone though I never really had many friends to begin with, it would seem I got the perfect name. I tend to stay alone most of the time at school, but I do spend some time with a friend of mine, his name's Leon and he's one of those popular types. I have no clue why the Sheppie likes to hang out with me but I don't mind, he's a really nice guy, even if his friends always mess with me. But there is one thing about Leon I could never tell anyone, I had a huge crush on him. He didn't know about me and neither did anyone else, I don't know if he would've cared but I didn't take the chance. Now onto my home life, my mom died when I was still a little pup so I never really knew her and I grew up with my dad. I guess you could say I had a troubled childhood, my dad drank alot and was really abusive so I spent a few years in orphanages. But all of my problems started on my fifteenth birthday. There I was sitting in my room staring at a picture of my mom my tail curled protectivly around me, I tended to do it often, when my father started yelling at me from downstairs. "Hey bitch, get down here your uncles here to say happy birthday." His words were already slurred, one in the afternoon and he was drunk as a sailor, I shook my head and stood up careful to hide the cuts on my arm, the telltale missing lines of fur now prominent on my arms. I scrunched my nose as I reached the bottom of the stairs, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes was heavy. I looked over at my father, his once bright fur dulled by the smoke, a scowl permantly on his muzzle. "The fuck took you so long your uncles a busy man, and we've been talking you're ready to take part in the family business." Family business, confusion spread through me but I didn't utter a word and let my father finish. "It's high time you got off your ass and stopped listening to that emo shit, what's it called black brides of death or some shit?" "Black Veil Brides," I quickly muttered trying not to anger him. "Whatever just do what your uncle says." I looked over at my uncle for the first time, he looked good in the white Armani suit he wore, the color making a nice contrast against his black scales. My uncle Armando, the dragon, it confused my teachers whenever he tried to pick me up from school, they always had to call my dad to make sure. He looked at me and smiled gesturing me to follow him. As we walked outside I noticed the new car, my uncle was pretty wealthy always buying the newest versions of everything but the brand-new Lamborghini that sat in the drive made me gasp. He motioned for me to take a sit, which I did hesitantly. "Ex, I have a very important job for you, can you do it" I shook my head and he smiled and ruffled my headfur, he was always the nicest to me always getting me the coolest things for my birthday. So i sat there as we drove along wondering what my uncle got me this year, I was hoping for a new turntable. A little while later we pulled into a small warehouse out by the harbour, by now I was totally confused. "C'mon Ex the job's inside." I followed my tail twitched slightly. When we walked in I saw my uncles two friends a pair of lion twin brothers Carlo and Antony, the two were arguing, as always, though this time I couldn't descern what. As my uncle approched they became quiet. "He in there?" My uncle pointed to a small door and the two nodded, "good Ex follow me." As I walked in I immediately smelled it, blood, though it was only in my nostrils for a moment before I saw it. It adorned a small tied up mouse, one ear missing and it appeared that one of his eyes had been gouged out. I gasped as I recognised him, it was one of my old teachers Mr.Rodriguez, It all happened a two years back. Somehow someone found out my secret, that I was gay, then hell broke loose. I was standing at my locker silently putting books back in when my face was slammed forward. My muzzled began to burn with pain as I crumpled to the floor, I looked up and saw some of the older kids probably around sixteen or seventeen give or take a year. The tall stallion punched me again, blood beginning to drip from my nose. "Hey faggot I thought I told you not to use this hallway." His friends behind him giggled slapped him on the back. "Sorry Mac, but my locker is here and I...." I didn't finish my sentence as another fist flew my way. My eye began to swell up as I felt paws grab me. "Please guys no, not again." A small fox simply smiled down at me and giggled. They dragged me into the bathroom and into one of the stalls. "This is what you faggots deserve." He pushed my head into the toilet water and held it there. I barely had time to close my mouth some of the water slipping in. I heard them all laughing, laughing at me. It wasn't new but this time it hurt more, this time it made me feel empty. I closed my eyes and waited for it to be over my lungs starting to ache, otters can only hold their breath so long. I had to have been under well over five or so minutes before they pulled me up. My fur dripped and I gasped for air. They kept laughing as I slumped against the toilet, out of breath and not strong enough to defend myself. The stallion chuckled and slapped me. "Oh I got something the bitch otter will like" he slowly rubbed the front of his jeans but they weren't doing much to hide the obvious boner he held, I shook my head, not wanting any part of this. "The otter doesn't want it? To bad he gets it anyway" he slapped me in the face again as he slipped it out, the tip resting against my nose. "Get to sucking bitch." I shook my head no, I wasn't going to let this happen. The stallion growled and motioned over to a bear that was standing at the door of Tue stall. "Help him be a good otter." The bear nodded and walked over and pinched my nipple hard. My muzzle was open in a scream only for a second before the long horse pole was shoved in. He bucked all the way to the hilt and pulled all the way out only to shove in hard again. Over and over he pounded my throat. The pain having him twelve inches of horsemeat in my muzzle burned my throat, but the worst things were his thrusts they caused the most pain. After a while he pulled out of my throat and I whimpered and cowered away from him, my throat raw from his pounding. He smiled and threw me into the floor. "Oh we're not done yet sweetheart." I felt his tip press against my tailhole and I squirmed away trying with all my might to get away from him. "Chase hold him down!" The bear came back and grabbed me and smiled. "Let's put that muzzle back to use." He slid my head down and onto his sheath, the musk was overwhelming and got worse as his tip poked out. With a very forceful thrust the horse slammed balls deep. I almost passed out at Tue pain as I felt him plunge in, a loud scream escaping my muzzle. "Dude shut him up!" The bear slid himself into my muzzle and effectively stopped my screams from sounding out. The horse pulled himself all the way out and slammed all the way back in, I felt his balls bounce against mine as he pushed himself deeper into uncharted territories. Tears feel from my eyes as the bear began to thrust up in my muzzle. I looked up and noticed the fox had disappeared, i heard a giggle to my left and I turned my head slightly, i saw him with a camera and a phone, he was filming with both. The horse pounded harder and my tip slowly peeked out of my sheath, while the pain was still there, there was some pleasure and I hated it. My mind just wanted to be somewhere else but my body betrayed me and enjoyed the tortures inflicted on me. The fox laughed and pointed down at me. "Dude, he's fucking enjoying it!" The horse reached down and wrapped his paw around my now fully hard shaft. "I knew you were a slut." He began to paw me hard, slamming himself harder as he heard me moan arond the bear cock. The bear murred and pushed my head down onto him. I moaned louder as I felt the stallions flare tickle at my prostate, I hated the fact that this felt so good. The bear began to pant and he pulled my head to his tip. He pushed me back down as he moaned loudly, flooding my muzzle with thick bear cream. I shallowed most of it, it was a Tad salty with a light sweetness to it. He laid my head down on the bathroom floor as he stood up and cleaned himself off. He smiled down and looked over at The fox. "Wanna go?" The fox shook his head no and I gave a small sigh of relief. Mac started to moan and Buck harder, at last he slammed in and whinnied, my tailhole filling to the brim with his seed. He pulled out with a very audible slurp and I collapsed. I looked up and then I saw him, Mr.Rodriguez, he had a shocked look on his face and he looked into my eyes, then he lowered his and walked away. I screamed his name, calling out for him to help me bit he never came back. I felt a hoof hit the back of my head and I blacked out. I woke up a few hours later, shaky and covered in cum. I stared at the rodent tied to the chair the whole experience flashed through my mind. "Here's the man Exile, the man who left you when you needed him most." A small 9mm was placed in my left paw and the dragon whispered into my ear. "Make him pay for his sins." The mouse shook his head and looked up at me pleadingly. "Come on Exile don't do this, you shouldn't, you can't, I know I should've helped you that day but I didn't know what to do I am sorry, I regret my choice and I hope to repay you anyway I can just let me live." I blocked the mouse out and I felt the dragons claws on my shoulders. "Do it." He whispered softly, I knew what I had to do. I slowly raised the gun and aimed it at the smaller teacher. "You had your chance." I Pulled the trigger, no remorse, no sympathy, just vengeance. I turned and tried to give the gun back to my uncle but he told me to keep it. "Consider this your birthday present, the ability to make those who've hurt you pay, and the tools to do so. Welcome Exile, you are now truly a Caturini."