{"sf1_id":562130,"sf2_id":"JewBMjY1","title":"Penal Pleasures 1","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":4119,"posted_at":"2013-07-11T20:09:00.000Z","tags":["Cat","Cougar","Fantasy","Fox","Juvenile","Male","Prison","Series","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/562130-penal-pleasures-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/JewBMjY1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/6b/d0/6bd0333e-bf55-4892-9a52-fab79bbb8ee0","description":"#2 of FurryShots\n\nFurrs in Juvenile Prison are caged and chained nude so they get familiar. No actual yiff, just innuendo.","content":" Penal Pleasures - 2010-0428.0031  \n  \nI awoke to a kiss from my chainmate Lorin. Still half asleep,  \nI mumbled \"Just a few more minutes Mom\", just as if I'd been home,  \nstill a cub. But it wasn't Mom and I wasn't in my home den.  \n  \nLorin kissed me again roughly, the cage bars swam into focus,  \nand the zoo smell hit my nostrils. I'd been asleep curled up, my bushy  \nFox tail on my nose for warmth and to block out the smell of unwashed  \nfurrs. There was no privacy in the kennel, and the trench at the back  \nwas the sanitation.  \n  \nLuckily the straw on the cold stone floor was clean, and there  \nwas old straw clean enough for prisoners and a bucket of lime. It'd  \nbeen quite a shock to learn about my new home. Lorin had been here  \na few months and it was part of his duty to train me, the newbie.  \n  \nAll the other prisoners had laughed at me and teased me, never  \nmind that they'd been shocked too when they'd first come. A muscular  \nlight-and-dark-gray TomCat had demanded \"What's yer name, Fox?\" I  \nanswered, but I gave the name of a free Fox. Wrong! I'd been convicted  \nof theft, and the judge hung a new name on me. I was Soris now.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I'd been pawcuffed throughout my short confusing trial. I'd  \nbeen living on the street about a year, since Dad was killed at the  \ngrocery store by a fight between the Black and Brown Bears, and when  \nMom tried to help she was, well, pressed into service.  \n  \nI'm ashamed to admit I just cowered at the side of the street.  \nI was just sixteen, just old enough to see Mom's a right hot vixen,  \nand Dad was a lucky todd to den with her. I was mad seeing how they  \ntreated her, but the Bears were so big! I was too scared they killed  \nDad to help.  \n  \nI'm a young Fox todd, sly and mischievous, and I made my living  \n'accidentally' bumping into furrs. But I wasn't good enough, and an  \nolder lady Otter noticed her pearl necklace was missing. Gosh, that  \nbeauty could scream for the cops! Somefur grabbed me by the tail, and  \nyanked my fur to hold me just long enough for the bluefurs to grab me.  \n  \nStraight to juvenile detention, I might be an orphan but it  \nwas no excuse. The Otteress accused me, I said I was innocent and  \nthey hadn't found the necklace; but that night in Juvie the pearls  \nreappeared and I couldn't keep eating them.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I couldn't hide my guilt. At trial, I tried the 'sad puppy-  \ndog' look from Shrek 2 but I'd fought being stripped and deloused.  \nEveryfur could see I was young but I wasn't 'innocent' in either sense.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nNow in prison I became Lorin TomCat's chainmate. Furrs are  \npretty laid-back about nudity since everything's covered in fur, but  \nI was teased and I needed some help. Now don't get upset, it's not so  \nbad; nofur's forcing me to do anything vulgar.  \n  \nThe guards save that for the adults. I'm seventeen now and  \nI'll be out of here before that happens, but I need to learn the ways  \nof juvie prison and Lorin's helping me. Sure, only the guards wear  \nclothes, but we don't have layers of dominant and submissive furrs.  \nThat's for adults.  \n  \nIt's the guards who chained Lorin and me together, the older  \nCat and the newbie Fox. We're friendly and Lorin respects my wishes.  \nHe's gotten used to waking up with the sun to begin our chores and  \nkisses me awake since I was a late riser when I was free. Most of the  \ntime I kiss back, because pleasure is pleasure and it doesn't matter  \nwhose paws are on you.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And there's a few Guards I like. They must work out a lot, to  \nhave those rippling muscles ... sometimes when I'm out weeding the  \ngarden or checking the grounds for trash I think about their powerful  \npaws roaming over me, kneading my foxflesh or holding me down ...  \n  \nAs I said, vulgar stuff and forcing furs is adult, and I'm  \nnot. Lorin's old enough and he's learned stuff; I was scared when he  \nreturned the first time. I could see his fur was messy and for a Cat  \nthat lack of grooming is a real bad sign.  \n  \nI was emotionally torn between wanting to hold and caress him,  \nbut I was frankly scared of him now. What had the adults done to him,  \nand would he hurt me now? His eyes looked weird, like he didn't really  \nsee me, and he walked awkwardly.  \n  \n\"Lorin, please sit down over here\" I said softly. \"Don't talk  \nif you don't wanna. Just try to relax now. The cage door's locked.\" It  \nwas perverse that I wanted to say he was safe now. In prison? Safe?  \n  \n\"Ah-Ah-I ... can't. I just ... can't. Sit.\" Lorin choked the  \nwords out, like my father had as he bled to death in Mom's paws. Lorin  \nwasn't bleeding, in fact he didn't look injured at all. Just his fur  \nall messy, like he'd been trying to fight off dozens of furrs holding  \nhim, and lost.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I had absolutely no idea why Lorin couldn't sit if he wasn't  \ninjured. But I was too scared of him, too scared for him, to think. I  \njust blurted out \"Lorin, my chainmate, come and let me help you. Let  \nme hold you. Please.\" I was absolutely shocked when he pushed me away  \nand looked at me.  \n  \nShocked because Lorin, whom I'd shared a straw floor and a thin  \nblanket with, looked at me now with both hatred and terror! He looked  \nlike a wild animal, cornered by predators, knowing he'd die now at  \ntheir fangs!  \n  \nI got down on my knees like I'd been taught by the guards, to  \nshow I couldn't hurt him and beg him not to hurt me. But the TomCat's  \nears swiveled down flat to his head, his fur puffed up and his tail  \nthrashed. His claws came out, big and sharp. He hissed at me!  \n  \nNow I was truly scared of him, not for him. Lorin bared his  \nfangs and crouched to pounce. I did the only thing I could think of,  \nlearned from my year on the streets. I jumped up, made myself look  \nbig right back at him, and shouted out \"Lorin TomCat! Stop that right  \nnow! Bad Kitty! Bad!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Lorin's older and bigger than I am, and I sure didn't feel as  \nbrave as I hoped I sounded. This is the time when you're either gonna  \nget your tail handed to you or the other guy finds a way to accept you.  \n  \nWhatever they'd done to poor Lorin, he felt he had to attack.  \nI'd been on my knees like prey and his instinct was to pounce and rip.  \nNow I was a predator and he paused to measure me just long enough to  \nget a grip on his hate, or anger, or stark kill-or-be-killed terror  \nor whatever it was.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nJumping up probably saved my life. Lorin pounced anyway, but  \nhe didn't rip with his claws. He raked my right flank cause he's a  \nlefty, but they didn't sink deep. They got through the fur and that  \nhurt a lot and left four red lines with another half a paw down.  \n  \nWe crashed to the floor together and I curled up to protect  \nmy head from cracking on the stone. Yeah, that put my snout right up  \nin Lorin's face, right where he could bite and hurt me. But we rolled  \napart and I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes. I couldn't afford  \nto be blinded by them!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But Lorin didn't attack again. We were both on our feet, but  \nhe staggered and slipped on the blanket. I rushed to help him but  \nstopped short. Would he hate me for making him look weak?  \n  \nThe guards came running and I thought they were gonna rip the  \ncage door off. They yelled at us to kneel and I'd already felt their  \nhard rubber clubs, so I obeyed. They shot Lorin with a trank and  \nwhapped him on the head to make him stop moving. But they showed me  \nhe was still breathing.  \n  \nThey half-dragged, half-carried the limp TomCat to Medical.  \nTwo more guards grabbed me, cuffed my paws in back, and yanked me out.  \nI knew by now not to fight them and let them haul me roughly behind  \nLorin.  \n  \nA rather portly young Bear told me to lie down and let him see  \nmy wounds. One of the really humiliating things about Juvie, besides  \nthe animal cages and lack of restrooms, is they don't much care for  \ninmates' feelings. They really seem to enjoy using those batons!  \n  \nAnd my foxy fur was in the way of treating the cat-claw marks.  \nSo it was shaved off! I don't know about you, but I was deeply humil-  \niated even though it wasn't meant as a punishment. A couple pawspans  \nof fur just cut off me, like I was just a piece of meat.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Actually the doc was kinda hot in an Ursine kinda way. Remem-  \nber I'd thought about the guards handling me, because of their power  \nover me, and the doc ordered the guards around. He was almost as high  \nup as the prison warden, that hard-nosed Cougar I'd dreamed about ...  \n  \nSome of the guards were Wolves, which befitted their pack  \nbehavior, while the Cougar stood alone. Strong, aloof, sexy. My foxy  \nears always stood up when we were taken to see him. He said we could  \nearn his respect if we obeyed the rules, and I wanted to obey. I  \nneeded to obey. I needed to feel useful, earn somefur's respect.  \n  \nNone of the guards teased me for saying what I wanted. They  \nlaid it down, I could go to Solitary if I was naughty or get to exer-  \ncise in the sun if I followed the rules. The sunlight meant I could  \nsee the road just up the hill, and the road meant the scent of vixens.  \n  \nI like my chainmate Lorin a lot, but something about vixens  \nmade me stand up straight. Maybe when I get out, I'll be old enough  \nto find out. Lorin spent almost a month in Medical; they'd discovered  \nsome inside injuries that needed some time to heal.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I had a lot of time to talk stuff over with him and found out  \nthe adults had hurt him and made him drink something disgusting, he  \nfelt bad about it and was sorry he'd taken it out on me. I forgave  \nhim of course and we kissed and made up. He was close to parole time,  \nand they took him to a civilian hospital for a while.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nWhen Lorin came back the second time, he was a lot more  \nrelaxed. He was an adult now, and he would learn some new adult  \nthings later; but for now things seemed to get back to normal. I  \nmean normal for Juvie; we were chainmates so we ate, slept, and  \nworked together. And Lorin kissed me awake again.  \n  \nChainmates wear half-meter hobbles and full-meter inter-  \nchains. We can run, but the short steps make it slow and difficult;  \nthe wrist chains mean we can't wave our paws for balance. When the  \nguards take us out of our cage, we have to kneel and put our paws  \nup on the bars. They clip one of us there, the other crawls out the  \nlow door and lets the guards clip him. Then the first boy crawls  \nout and gets clipped.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; So there's never more than one of us unchained at a time.  \nEven if one could try to attack a guard, the chain to the other  \nwould stop him. And then the batons would strike. It's not worth  \nthe sudden pain or the hours of pain after to try. That's the point.  \nEach boy's wrists are clipped together, then my right paw gets  \nclipped to Lorin's left.  \n  \nYeah, we could move as one big lump and maybe knock one  \nguard down, but the other stands over a meter away so we can't  \nhit both at once. You try being a skinny Fox chained to a yummy  \nTomCat. You know you'll never get away from two adults, even  \nWolves.  \n  \nWhat I wanna know is, whaddo they do in the girls' prison?  \nIs that where the lady wolves work? I hear they don't let men work  \nthere, only ladies. Even the outside guards, in the towers with  \nrifles. In the boys' exercise yard I can see the towers, and I heard  \nthey use soft rubber bullets first, that break through the fur and  \nsting like a wasp. And if you don't kneel and stop moving, they use  \nhard ones that break through the skin. Urrr! I don't like this place,  \nbut I'm scared of bullets.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Remember my Dad got killed by bullets, and I had to watch.  \nI've lived on the street, and I've seen furrs shot, heard them  \nscream in pain. It's even worse when the screaming stops. Because  \nyou know then the furr's dead. And it's real life, not a videogame.  \nYou don't get another life, or a whole new cycle when you restart.  \nIn Juvie, you get treated rough, you only get one try.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nOK, I know I called this 'Penal Pleasures' and I've heard  \nthe locker-room jokes about what it sounds like. Get yer minds out  \nof the gutter, furrs. Chainmates tend to form emotional bonds, and  \nfor some hard-luck furrs it's the first time in their lives they  \nhave somefur care whether they live or die.  \n  \nSo it's hard for us to be glad when a furr gets out; sure  \nyou like him and want him to have a better life, but it hurts too.  \nLorin really liked me, that I was there for him emotionally, and  \nthat's why it was so tough for him the first time he came back.  \n  \nSee, what they did to him changed him. Yeah, he learned  \nstuff about himself, and it didn't kill him, so I guess it made  \nhim stronger, better able to live outside. But he was scared, and  \npart of him wanted to be a cub again. I hadn't changed, and it was  \ntough on him.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; When his parole hearing came due, he held my paw and cried.  \nFor some reason, the guards let him cry, and let us hold each other  \nfor a while. As chainmate, I went with him, and the guards gave me  \na choice. I went in the room with Lorin, my chainmate, and let him  \nknow I was there for him.  \n  \nHe'd served his time, learned a marketable skill. He was set  \nto be released, and we went to Intake together. There're more furrs  \nwho make little mistakes and come to Juvie. They're lucky because they  \nget a chance to learn and do better.  \n  \nIf you make a big mistake, you go to adult prison, where they  \ndon't care. You live, you die, ehh. What happens, happens. In Juvie,  \nyou're there to learn. In adult prison, you're there to suffer. I  \ndon't ever want to see the inside of adult prison. Not even in a vid.  \n  \nThere were the usual scruffy kids in Intake, trying to act  \nbrave. They were probably fooling some of the naive furrs, but us  \nchainmates could smell their fear. Lorin knew what we were there for,  \nand I'd been down before, eyeing the newbies and sizing them up.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Yeah, newbies. A few months ago, it'd been me. Demanding my  \nname, the new one, Lorin had taken me, and now it was my turn. He  \nwas sad for me, but I was scared. Sure I knew it was coming, his  \nrelease and my turn to train a newbie.  \n  \nMy turn to be chained on the right, my left paw to the newbie's  \nright. First to kneel for the guards, first out of the cage. Knowing it  \nand feeling it are two different things. I'd been too scared to notice  \nLorin's older chainmate, who'd trained him and taken him down to find  \nme. Pass the knowledge down from furr to furr.  \n  \nFor some of these kids it was the first time they'd been able  \nto ask to learn. Most of em learned at the end of a bigger furrs' paws.  \nThe furrs who had families, older furrs who cared about em, had some-  \nwhere else to be, not Juvie.  \n  \nSo I was happy for Lorin, he was getting out of this mess.  \nAnd I was sad for Lorin, he was leaving friends and what had become  \nhome, lousy as it was. I was sad for me, because my chainmate was  \nleaving. Who would hold me when I was sad, kiss me awake every morning?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And I was glad for me, because I found a new chainmate. Some-  \nfur I could help, not just take from Lorin. There among the furrs was  \nTerun, a Red Panda. Not the black-and-white 'bear', I mean the raccoon-  \nlike one. Nice shape, nice ringed tail. I was still chained to Lorin,  \nof course, but he saw where I was looking (not the Panda's face) and  \ngiggled quietly. One of the things that'd be hard for him to learn  \noutside was to hide his feelings.  \n  \nHe'd never had to do it with me, and the guards' clubs would  \nmake him tell the truth. They helped us one last time, as I was paw-  \nclipped to one of the ever-present chain rings in the walls (early  \ndungeon, I think the decor's called) and Lorin was met by the warden  \nand asked for a conference.  \n  \nWhen the guards ask, you always say \"Yes \\*sir\\*\", so Lorin had  \nno thought of refusing the warden. I was shown to the Red, and I barked  \nout, \"Panda! Name!\". It wasn't a question. I was about to paw-slap the  \nsilent Red when he replied. He gave a free furr's name, and I said  \n\"New name!\" One of the wolfguards said to me, \"this one's shy, we  \ncall him Terun\".  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I was too scared of any of the guards to be angry that Terun  \nhadn't answered. The poor thing was nude except for the fur, and wet  \nfrom the delousing, and I knew Red Pandas were a bit sensitive to the  \npoison. I'd seen an older one in Medical when he had a bad reaction  \nto the repeated treatments.  \n  \nAnd besides, I liked the little guy. I'm a Fox, and we're all  \nskinny, and this guy was smaller than me! Yeah, OK, so are the Mice,  \nRats, and Gerbils. But they were being eyed by the larger inmates so  \nI softened my voice and said \"Terun, I'm Soris. Ya look scared, ya  \nwant a friend?\". Terum swallowed nervously and I added \"If ya want\"  \nto pretend the guy had a choice.  \n  \nOne wolfguard came by and grinned. \"Chainmate?\" he asked and  \nI said \"yes, Sir\" so he chained us together. I'm not sure Terun was  \nfully aware of being pawchained as I knelt and hobbled him, and held  \nup my interchain to the guard. The Wolf nodded and I chained Terun to  \nme.  \n  \nSee, the guard asked because I was taking on the responsibil-  \nity of training the Red Panda. And sharing punishment for his mistakes  \ntoo. All inmates are kept chained in Juvie, but the interchain was a  \nsymbol of our bond. Sure, Terun could ask for a new chainmate, but he  \nhad to ask me first, and I would inform the guard.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It would take a few months before the guards would listen to  \na newbie. Sure, he'd give orders directly, and order the oldermate  \nto slap the newbie if he didn't respond correctly. All guards are  \nSir and all prisoners answer quickly with the truth. Always.  \n  \nI remembered my first kiss from Lorin. We looked at each  \nother, saw the dreamy look in each other's eyes. Then my then-new  \nolder chainmate took me in his arms for the first time and held me.  \nI forgot to resist, and he pressed his short muzzle to my long doggy  \none. I started to push away, then relaxed.  \n  \nAnd I pressed his muzzle back. Somehow we both opened and  \npressed each other. No tongues, not the first time. Just getting used  \nto kissing another male, another species. I'm gonna skip the rest,  \nit's private.  \n  \nBut Terun was younger than I'd been, a sweet young boy who'd  \ngotten mixed up with adults as a runner, who didn't know what the  \nmessages said, didn't care. Wasn't bright enough to wonder if it was  \nlegal, but was bright enough not to ask. Adults don't like to tell.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And that red fur and ringed tail! How could anyfur resist a  \ngentle grope, a long hug hello, just to slow the boy's rapid heartbeat  \nand show him some gentle handling after the rough guards? I hadn't  \nforgotten my feelings for Lorin, developed over many months. But Red  \nlooked like he needed a friend, and I wouldn't intimidate him. Yet.  \n  \nAnyway, me and Terun became chainmates. Lorin got released to  \na halfway house, which was also a community center, and got carpentry  \njobs there. They always needed maintenance, and not just sweeping the  \nfloor. We'd all learned to clean our cages at Juvie, Lorin was willing  \nto sweep, they taught him and let him help the building super.  \n  \nThat's not to say my old chainmate has a wonderful life now.  \nHe comes by cause he hasta see a parole officer, and we talk. He seems  \na lot happier. I tell Terun my chainmate about him, and Lorin's older  \nchainmate comes by to see his PO, and his older chainmate, and so  \non. Chainmates keep up with each other; they learned to support one  \nanother in Juvie and they still do it outside.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I wish the idea was part of normal furr's lives. The support  \nI mean, not the chains and beatings. Or maybe we'd never have met,  \nnever shared the bad times, never learned to treasure the good times.  \nI dunno; Juvie didn't kill me, so maybe I'm stronger.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nAnyway, I learned a secret. In Juvie, you always sleep light.  \nI'd been a late sleeper on the street, now I woke up early. Guess I  \ngot used to it with Lorin. But actually, the guards come by early,  \nso since you sleep light, they wake you up.  \n  \nThe first time I kissed Terun awake he thought it was an  \nattack. Since then we've made it a game, I mock-attack Terun, he  \npounces me, we tumble around and hug. We're chainmates. As I said,  \nwe wear half-meter hobbles and a full-meter interchain. All the time.  \n  \nEveryfur gets used to the short pace, you have no choice. And  \nthe chain forces us into physical closeness. I remember the first time  \nTerun returned my kiss fondly. He'd finally relaxed with me, with the  \ncage, the chains, the closeness.  \n  \nHe took a while to relax with the beatings and guards' general  \nroughness. You can't be on edge all the time, you get exhausted, and  \nlet the new routine run your life. Beatings when you fight the guards,  \npaw-slaps when you hesitate to obey.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And did I mention the spankings? They can be fun too, gentle  \nand loving, a little rump warming. Turns out, Terun the Red Panda  \nkinda likes being spanked! See, another thing we got in common.  \nSo we, uh, take turns spanking each other just for fun.  \n  \nOK, I like hugging and licking and kissing Lorin. Remember  \nhe still comes by, shows us we got something good to look forward to.  \nFirst time he heard Terun say it was spanking time, I expected to be  \nembarrassed and have to explain, but he just grinned \"Don't have to  \nexplain anything to this Cat, silly Fox\". He'd learned the fun of  \nspanking too. Ever tried a three-way?  \n  \nI mean three near-adult guy furrs spanking each other; we  \neach got two forepaws, it works out fine. Don't need to buy any  \nfancy rope-pull exercise machines, don't mess with weights, springs,  \nbikes, bells or whistles. Just work yourself against the chains,  \nagainst your old chainmate, your new chainmate.  \n  \nThere's still no privacy in the kennel, everyfur knows exactly  \nwhat we're doing, when, and with whom. And y'know what? None of 'em  \ncares. Because they're all in their own cages, with their own chain-  \nmates. Doing exactly the same thing with paws, paddles, whatever they  \ncan get the guards to lend them.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Giggle. We're all just one big happy spankin' family.  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"FurryShots","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/550823-the-wolf-and-red.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/568189-red-and-the-wolf.json"}}