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Penal Pleasures - 2010-0428.0031

I awoke to a kiss from my chainmate Lorin. Still half asleep, I mumbled "Just a few more minutes Mom", just as if I'd been home, still a cub. But it wasn't Mom and I wasn't in my home den.

Lorin kissed me again roughly, the cage bars swam into focus, and the zoo smell hit my nostrils. I'd been asleep curled up, my bushy Fox tail on my nose for warmth and to block out the smell of unwashed furrs. There was no privacy in the kennel, and the trench at the back was the sanitation.

Luckily the straw on the cold stone floor was clean, and there was old straw clean enough for prisoners and a bucket of lime. It'd been quite a shock to learn about my new home. Lorin had been here a few months and it was part of his duty to train me, the newbie.

All the other prisoners had laughed at me and teased me, never mind that they'd been shocked too when they'd first come. A muscular light-and-dark-gray TomCat had demanded "What's yer name, Fox?" I answered, but I gave the name of a free Fox. Wrong! I'd been convicted of theft, and the judge hung a new name on me. I was Soris now.

I'd been pawcuffed throughout my short confusing trial. I'd been living on the street about a year, since Dad was killed at the grocery store by a fight between the Black and Brown Bears, and when Mom tried to help she was, well, pressed into service.

I'm ashamed to admit I just cowered at the side of the street. I was just sixteen, just old enough to see Mom's a right hot vixen, and Dad was a lucky todd to den with her. I was mad seeing how they treated her, but the Bears were so big! I was too scared they killed Dad to help.

I'm a young Fox todd, sly and mischievous, and I made my living 'accidentally' bumping into furrs. But I wasn't good enough, and an older lady Otter noticed her pearl necklace was missing. Gosh, that beauty could scream for the cops! Somefur grabbed me by the tail, and yanked my fur to hold me just long enough for the bluefurs to grab me.

Straight to juvenile detention, I might be an orphan but it was no excuse. The Otteress accused me, I said I was innocent and they hadn't found the necklace; but that night in Juvie the pearls reappeared and I couldn't keep eating them.

I couldn't hide my guilt. At trial, I tried the 'sad puppy- dog' look from Shrek 2 but I'd fought being stripped and deloused. Everyfur could see I was young but I wasn't 'innocent' in either sense.

*

Now in prison I became Lorin TomCat's chainmate. Furrs are pretty laid-back about nudity since everything's covered in fur, but I was teased and I needed some help. Now don't get upset, it's not so bad; nofur's forcing me to do anything vulgar.

The guards save that for the adults. I'm seventeen now and I'll be out of here before that happens, but I need to learn the ways of juvie prison and Lorin's helping me. Sure, only the guards wear clothes, but we don't have layers of dominant and submissive furrs. That's for adults.

It's the guards who chained Lorin and me together, the older Cat and the newbie Fox. We're friendly and Lorin respects my wishes. He's gotten used to waking up with the sun to begin our chores and kisses me awake since I was a late riser when I was free. Most of the time I kiss back, because pleasure is pleasure and it doesn't matter whose paws are on you.

And there's a few Guards I like. They must work out a lot, to have those rippling muscles ... sometimes when I'm out weeding the garden or checking the grounds for trash I think about their powerful paws roaming over me, kneading my foxflesh or holding me down ...

As I said, vulgar stuff and forcing furs is adult, and I'm not. Lorin's old enough and he's learned stuff; I was scared when he returned the first time. I could see his fur was messy and for a Cat that lack of grooming is a real bad sign.

I was emotionally torn between wanting to hold and caress him, but I was frankly scared of him now. What had the adults done to him, and would he hurt me now? His eyes looked weird, like he didn't really see me, and he walked awkwardly.

"Lorin, please sit down over here" I said softly. "Don't talk if you don't wanna. Just try to relax now. The cage door's locked." It was perverse that I wanted to say he was safe now. In prison? Safe?

"Ah-Ah-I ... can't. I just ... can't. Sit." Lorin choked the words out, like my father had as he bled to death in Mom's paws. Lorin wasn't bleeding, in fact he didn't look injured at all. Just his fur all messy, like he'd been trying to fight off dozens of furrs holding him, and lost.

I had absolutely no idea why Lorin couldn't sit if he wasn't injured. But I was too scared of him, too scared for him, to think. I just blurted out "Lorin, my chainmate, come and let me help you. Let me hold you. Please." I was absolutely shocked when he pushed me away and looked at me.

Shocked because Lorin, whom I'd shared a straw floor and a thin blanket with, looked at me now with both hatred and terror! He looked like a wild animal, cornered by predators, knowing he'd die now at their fangs!

I got down on my knees like I'd been taught by the guards, to show I couldn't hurt him and beg him not to hurt me. But the TomCat's ears swiveled down flat to his head, his fur puffed up and his tail thrashed. His claws came out, big and sharp. He hissed at me!

Now I was truly scared of him, not for him. Lorin bared his fangs and crouched to pounce. I did the only thing I could think of, learned from my year on the streets. I jumped up, made myself look big right back at him, and shouted out "Lorin TomCat! Stop that right now! Bad Kitty! Bad!"

Lorin's older and bigger than I am, and I sure didn't feel as brave as I hoped I sounded. This is the time when you're either gonna get your tail handed to you or the other guy finds a way to accept you.

Whatever they'd done to poor Lorin, he felt he had to attack. I'd been on my knees like prey and his instinct was to pounce and rip. Now I was a predator and he paused to measure me just long enough to get a grip on his hate, or anger, or stark kill-or-be-killed terror or whatever it was.

*

Jumping up probably saved my life. Lorin pounced anyway, but he didn't rip with his claws. He raked my right flank cause he's a lefty, but they didn't sink deep. They got through the fur and that hurt a lot and left four red lines with another half a paw down.

We crashed to the floor together and I curled up to protect my head from cracking on the stone. Yeah, that put my snout right up in Lorin's face, right where he could bite and hurt me. But we rolled apart and I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes. I couldn't afford to be blinded by them!

But Lorin didn't attack again. We were both on our feet, but he staggered and slipped on the blanket. I rushed to help him but stopped short. Would he hate me for making him look weak?

The guards came running and I thought they were gonna rip the cage door off. They yelled at us to kneel and I'd already felt their hard rubber clubs, so I obeyed. They shot Lorin with a trank and whapped him on the head to make him stop moving. But they showed me he was still breathing.

They half-dragged, half-carried the limp TomCat to Medical. Two more guards grabbed me, cuffed my paws in back, and yanked me out. I knew by now not to fight them and let them haul me roughly behind Lorin.

A rather portly young Bear told me to lie down and let him see my wounds. One of the really humiliating things about Juvie, besides the animal cages and lack of restrooms, is they don't much care for inmates' feelings. They really seem to enjoy using those batons!

And my foxy fur was in the way of treating the cat-claw marks. So it was shaved off! I don't know about you, but I was deeply humil- iated even though it wasn't meant as a punishment. A couple pawspans of fur just cut off me, like I was just a piece of meat.

Actually the doc was kinda hot in an Ursine kinda way. Remem- ber I'd thought about the guards handling me, because of their power over me, and the doc ordered the guards around. He was almost as high up as the prison warden, that hard-nosed Cougar I'd dreamed about ...

Some of the guards were Wolves, which befitted their pack behavior, while the Cougar stood alone. Strong, aloof, sexy. My foxy ears always stood up when we were taken to see him. He said we could earn his respect if we obeyed the rules, and I wanted to obey. I needed to obey. I needed to feel useful, earn somefur's respect.

None of the guards teased me for saying what I wanted. They laid it down, I could go to Solitary if I was naughty or get to exer- cise in the sun if I followed the rules. The sunlight meant I could see the road just up the hill, and the road meant the scent of vixens.

I like my chainmate Lorin a lot, but something about vixens made me stand up straight. Maybe when I get out, I'll be old enough to find out. Lorin spent almost a month in Medical; they'd discovered some inside injuries that needed some time to heal.

I had a lot of time to talk stuff over with him and found out the adults had hurt him and made him drink something disgusting, he felt bad about it and was sorry he'd taken it out on me. I forgave him of course and we kissed and made up. He was close to parole time, and they took him to a civilian hospital for a while.

*

When Lorin came back the second time, he was a lot more relaxed. He was an adult now, and he would learn some new adult things later; but for now things seemed to get back to normal. I mean normal for Juvie; we were chainmates so we ate, slept, and worked together. And Lorin kissed me awake again.

Chainmates wear half-meter hobbles and full-meter inter- chains. We can run, but the short steps make it slow and difficult; the wrist chains mean we can't wave our paws for balance. When the guards take us out of our cage, we have to kneel and put our paws up on the bars. They clip one of us there, the other crawls out the low door and lets the guards clip him. Then the first boy crawls out and gets clipped.

So there's never more than one of us unchained at a time. Even if one could try to attack a guard, the chain to the other would stop him. And then the batons would strike. It's not worth the sudden pain or the hours of pain after to try. That's the point. Each boy's wrists are clipped together, then my right paw gets clipped to Lorin's left.

Yeah, we could move as one big lump and maybe knock one guard down, but the other stands over a meter away so we can't hit both at once. You try being a skinny Fox chained to a yummy TomCat. You know you'll never get away from two adults, even Wolves.

What I wanna know is, whaddo they do in the girls' prison? Is that where the lady wolves work? I hear they don't let men work there, only ladies. Even the outside guards, in the towers with rifles. In the boys' exercise yard I can see the towers, and I heard they use soft rubber bullets first, that break through the fur and sting like a wasp. And if you don't kneel and stop moving, they use hard ones that break through the skin. Urrr! I don't like this place, but I'm scared of bullets.

Remember my Dad got killed by bullets, and I had to watch. I've lived on the street, and I've seen furrs shot, heard them scream in pain. It's even worse when the screaming stops. Because you know then the furr's dead. And it's real life, not a videogame. You don't get another life, or a whole new cycle when you restart. In Juvie, you get treated rough, you only get one try.

*

OK, I know I called this 'Penal Pleasures' and I've heard the locker-room jokes about what it sounds like. Get yer minds out of the gutter, furrs. Chainmates tend to form emotional bonds, and for some hard-luck furrs it's the first time in their lives they have somefur care whether they live or die.

So it's hard for us to be glad when a furr gets out; sure you like him and want him to have a better life, but it hurts too. Lorin really liked me, that I was there for him emotionally, and that's why it was so tough for him the first time he came back.

See, what they did to him changed him. Yeah, he learned stuff about himself, and it didn't kill him, so I guess it made him stronger, better able to live outside. But he was scared, and part of him wanted to be a cub again. I hadn't changed, and it was tough on him.

When his parole hearing came due, he held my paw and cried. For some reason, the guards let him cry, and let us hold each other for a while. As chainmate, I went with him, and the guards gave me a choice. I went in the room with Lorin, my chainmate, and let him know I was there for him.

He'd served his time, learned a marketable skill. He was set to be released, and we went to Intake together. There're more furrs who make little mistakes and come to Juvie. They're lucky because they get a chance to learn and do better.

If you make a big mistake, you go to adult prison, where they don't care. You live, you die, ehh. What happens, happens. In Juvie, you're there to learn. In adult prison, you're there to suffer. I don't ever want to see the inside of adult prison. Not even in a vid.

There were the usual scruffy kids in Intake, trying to act brave. They were probably fooling some of the naive furrs, but us chainmates could smell their fear. Lorin knew what we were there for, and I'd been down before, eyeing the newbies and sizing them up.

Yeah, newbies. A few months ago, it'd been me. Demanding my name, the new one, Lorin had taken me, and now it was my turn. He was sad for me, but I was scared. Sure I knew it was coming, his release and my turn to train a newbie.

My turn to be chained on the right, my left paw to the newbie's right. First to kneel for the guards, first out of the cage. Knowing it and feeling it are two different things. I'd been too scared to notice Lorin's older chainmate, who'd trained him and taken him down to find me. Pass the knowledge down from furr to furr.

For some of these kids it was the first time they'd been able to ask to learn. Most of em learned at the end of a bigger furrs' paws. The furrs who had families, older furrs who cared about em, had some- where else to be, not Juvie.

So I was happy for Lorin, he was getting out of this mess. And I was sad for Lorin, he was leaving friends and what had become home, lousy as it was. I was sad for me, because my chainmate was leaving. Who would hold me when I was sad, kiss me awake every morning?

And I was glad for me, because I found a new chainmate. Some- fur I could help, not just take from Lorin. There among the furrs was Terun, a Red Panda. Not the black-and-white 'bear', I mean the raccoon- like one. Nice shape, nice ringed tail. I was still chained to Lorin, of course, but he saw where I was looking (not the Panda's face) and giggled quietly. One of the things that'd be hard for him to learn outside was to hide his feelings.

He'd never had to do it with me, and the guards' clubs would make him tell the truth. They helped us one last time, as I was paw- clipped to one of the ever-present chain rings in the walls (early dungeon, I think the decor's called) and Lorin was met by the warden and asked for a conference.

When the guards ask, you always say "Yes *sir*", so Lorin had no thought of refusing the warden. I was shown to the Red, and I barked out, "Panda! Name!". It wasn't a question. I was about to paw-slap the silent Red when he replied. He gave a free furr's name, and I said "New name!" One of the wolfguards said to me, "this one's shy, we call him Terun".

I was too scared of any of the guards to be angry that Terun hadn't answered. The poor thing was nude except for the fur, and wet from the delousing, and I knew Red Pandas were a bit sensitive to the poison. I'd seen an older one in Medical when he had a bad reaction to the repeated treatments.

And besides, I liked the little guy. I'm a Fox, and we're all skinny, and this guy was smaller than me! Yeah, OK, so are the Mice, Rats, and Gerbils. But they were being eyed by the larger inmates so I softened my voice and said "Terun, I'm Soris. Ya look scared, ya want a friend?". Terum swallowed nervously and I added "If ya want" to pretend the guy had a choice.

One wolfguard came by and grinned. "Chainmate?" he asked and I said "yes, Sir" so he chained us together. I'm not sure Terun was fully aware of being pawchained as I knelt and hobbled him, and held up my interchain to the guard. The Wolf nodded and I chained Terun to me.

See, the guard asked because I was taking on the responsibil- ity of training the Red Panda. And sharing punishment for his mistakes too. All inmates are kept chained in Juvie, but the interchain was a symbol of our bond. Sure, Terun could ask for a new chainmate, but he had to ask me first, and I would inform the guard.

It would take a few months before the guards would listen to a newbie. Sure, he'd give orders directly, and order the oldermate to slap the newbie if he didn't respond correctly. All guards are Sir and all prisoners answer quickly with the truth. Always.

I remembered my first kiss from Lorin. We looked at each other, saw the dreamy look in each other's eyes. Then my then-new older chainmate took me in his arms for the first time and held me. I forgot to resist, and he pressed his short muzzle to my long doggy one. I started to push away, then relaxed.

And I pressed his muzzle back. Somehow we both opened and pressed each other. No tongues, not the first time. Just getting used to kissing another male, another species. I'm gonna skip the rest, it's private.

But Terun was younger than I'd been, a sweet young boy who'd gotten mixed up with adults as a runner, who didn't know what the messages said, didn't care. Wasn't bright enough to wonder if it was legal, but was bright enough not to ask. Adults don't like to tell.

And that red fur and ringed tail! How could anyfur resist a gentle grope, a long hug hello, just to slow the boy's rapid heartbeat and show him some gentle handling after the rough guards? I hadn't forgotten my feelings for Lorin, developed over many months. But Red looked like he needed a friend, and I wouldn't intimidate him. Yet.

Anyway, me and Terun became chainmates. Lorin got released to a halfway house, which was also a community center, and got carpentry jobs there. They always needed maintenance, and not just sweeping the floor. We'd all learned to clean our cages at Juvie, Lorin was willing to sweep, they taught him and let him help the building super.

That's not to say my old chainmate has a wonderful life now. He comes by cause he hasta see a parole officer, and we talk. He seems a lot happier. I tell Terun my chainmate about him, and Lorin's older chainmate comes by to see his PO, and his older chainmate, and so on. Chainmates keep up with each other; they learned to support one another in Juvie and they still do it outside.

I wish the idea was part of normal furr's lives. The support I mean, not the chains and beatings. Or maybe we'd never have met, never shared the bad times, never learned to treasure the good times. I dunno; Juvie didn't kill me, so maybe I'm stronger.

*

Anyway, I learned a secret. In Juvie, you always sleep light. I'd been a late sleeper on the street, now I woke up early. Guess I got used to it with Lorin. But actually, the guards come by early, so since you sleep light, they wake you up.

The first time I kissed Terun awake he thought it was an attack. Since then we've made it a game, I mock-attack Terun, he pounces me, we tumble around and hug. We're chainmates. As I said, we wear half-meter hobbles and a full-meter interchain. All the time.

Everyfur gets used to the short pace, you have no choice. And the chain forces us into physical closeness. I remember the first time Terun returned my kiss fondly. He'd finally relaxed with me, with the cage, the chains, the closeness.

He took a while to relax with the beatings and guards' general roughness. You can't be on edge all the time, you get exhausted, and let the new routine run your life. Beatings when you fight the guards, paw-slaps when you hesitate to obey.

And did I mention the spankings? They can be fun too, gentle and loving, a little rump warming. Turns out, Terun the Red Panda kinda likes being spanked! See, another thing we got in common. So we, uh, take turns spanking each other just for fun.

OK, I like hugging and licking and kissing Lorin. Remember he still comes by, shows us we got something good to look forward to. First time he heard Terun say it was spanking time, I expected to be embarrassed and have to explain, but he just grinned "Don't have to explain anything to this Cat, silly Fox". He'd learned the fun of spanking too. Ever tried a three-way?

I mean three near-adult guy furrs spanking each other; we each got two forepaws, it works out fine. Don't need to buy any fancy rope-pull exercise machines, don't mess with weights, springs, bikes, bells or whistles. Just work yourself against the chains, against your old chainmate, your new chainmate.

There's still no privacy in the kennel, everyfur knows exactly what we're doing, when, and with whom. And y'know what? None of 'em cares. Because they're all in their own cages, with their own chain- mates. Doing exactly the same thing with paws, paddles, whatever they can get the guards to lend them.

Giggle. We're all just one big happy spankin' family.