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Ludicriss City Storys

By: GriffinR34

05/10/08

Lost Loves

It's kinda funny when you realize, and quite quickly I might add, that the city you chose to live in is a wrongly spelled word the means "laughable", or so rediclous that it would only be a joke to even fathom.... Well I can vouch that this city runs by its name apparently.. Because this place is a joke.. How the army has'nt come and leveled everyone here baffles me.. No one cairs for other then themselves and crime is rampent on a pluageish like level.

The rianwater hits hard over my head as I try and dodge out of the way of the leaking spouts above me from being under the subway bridges. Thay ran above the regular streets and filtered there way around the city like a snake, just like any other congested cityscape..

I shake my fur of a water, shivering as I hold my trench closed. Despite my efforts, my fluffy tail got drenched in pools of collecting water when I would step into them involentairly. I was considered young for my age... 29 does'nt feel to young and I think I've had enough of this shit.. I'm a racoon, standard coloring, but despite that, I stood out because of some minute feature that everyone could just see or somthing.. Now that might sound good.. but when you look like that around here, furs tend to want that for themselves and try and break you.. Somtimes through sexual submission... yes..

And thats why I am walking here tonight- I'm gonna get those basterds for what thay did to me... I could still feel the pain back there and I was'nt about to let them get away with it. My father had given me his old 1911 from the force way back when he was an officer, He had given me a box of ammo and it did come with 2 other mags..

I fired it alittle when I first got it.. but it collected dust till now. I honestly dont know if it will fire at all.. but at least I would know I stood up for myself.. at least once..

This kind of attention was'nt new obviously, it started as soon as that time in a furs life came and I whent into puberty. The entire naighbprhood was teaming with explority gatherings in the parks and under the bridges there. I too had one of these friends, a dog by the name of Brutis. The name was tough but he was'nt, but in a cute way. He was a mix breed chocolate lab with smallish floppy ears, and looked more like a pittbull almost. He was vary attractive and silly.. and we both liked eachother. He was the first to mount me and tie.. I would never forget that.. Our happy lives lasted a whole week before he was hit be a car doing 50 to evade the cops... He was killed instantly thay said..

I look both ways before running across the wet street ecoing with the claping of drainwater on pavement. I slow down as I enter an alley and look up at the bairly showing moon hidden by the storm clouds. I take a deep breath and make my way down the alleyway.

I did'nt find another love untill I was 20, I was so hurt by the lose of brutis I nearly died. But my next love happened to be a canine again.. but alittle more of a surprising one. It was a little orange fox, he was'nt anything special, but fox's were always cute almost no matter what. I had met him at a bar and we hit it off almost instantly. After we found out we were both thinking the same thing about eachother.. we became a vary lusty pair. He was alot more dominant then I would expect a fox smaller then me to be, but I loved it.. I always envisioned myself to be strong willed.. but I had to admit I was a bottom.. and the feeling of being dominated was like a drug in the right moments.

His name was Fren, and that relationship was one of my better ones.. untill Fren admitted that he had fallen for somone else.. a wolf by the name of Spike. That wolf... he took everything from me.. everything.. I would never be in this situation if it was'nt for him! Spike was a devious criminal that had a bag of posie to go along with him. He ran free in his actions and as usualy all illigal activity in this city, was ignored. He was known for praying on furs in relationships.. and he had chose Fren probrubly.. He would drug them up good with booz and pills after he gained there trust and love and then fuck them roughly before tossing them to the street in humiliation. I found all this out after he had gotten Fren.. but somnthing whent wrong in Spikes plan... because Fren never came out of his house.. he disapeared.

I thought Fren needed some space before he came back to me.. but when I was watching the morning news.. a body found in one of the flood conals matched Fren.. so much so that I had to go to the station to check.. It was a lump in my throat that I hoped it was'nt him.. It had bin a week since he was missing, I gave my name and my story and thay let me see the body...

I felt my heart sucked dry as the body of the newly decaying corpse of the fox was indeed the body of my dear fox....

I got to the end of the alley and turned onto the side walk. I held my right paw in my trench pocket over the .45. The cold steel felt dangerious but that was a good feeling as I started to see my destonation up the hillish like road.

It had bin Fren.. I whent home and cried for hours.. I was later called about the autopsy results I had wanted to see.. he had died from a drug overdose.. There was no other explenation.. Spike was responsable and he was going to pay.. but instead of going to the police which I felt would'nt help.. I tried to talk it out with Spike.. I dont know what I was thinking but he laughed at me as I knew he would.. but he suddenly ordered his posy and thay grabbed me...

He continued to spew the most hurtfull information about my former mate.. how be played me and was better then me.. He had me held down and pissed all over me, saying I was his bitch. I gritted my teeth and yelled out, snapping at anything I could like a wild animal. I was slaped and beaten before my clothing was ripped off and thay all proceeded to rape me and use me.. I was so broken I obayed and cried the entire time as I was painfully mounted and tied by the large wolf and some of his other canine buff gang buddies.

After thay used me, thay left me a sticky mess on the floor of there appartment living room.. Thay all laughed and left to go get beer... Thay had prodded me to see if I was out and left. But I had played possim and weakly got up.. I took some of there clothes and bairly got home.. I was in bed for a whole day as I ended up shitting cum and blood for the majority of it..

I was filled with so much anger.. thay took my life... And now that I have nothing to lose.. I am going to take theres.. or as many as I can before thay put me down... I'll be able to be with Fren and Brutis again...

The appartment building was on the verge of being condemmed, and as far as I knew, only the wolf lived in it with his buds except for the building owner. It had a large concriete stoop that was crumbleing.. I remembered it the first time I was here.. The door was one of those glass ones with a wood frame but the lock was broken.. I eased inside and instantly heard someone on the stairs. I quickly whent into a little corner of the stairs as I pulled out the handgun and held it close, trying not to breath hard as I crouched down into the little nook. The owner of the sounds soon came into view and was probrubly the building owner since I did'nt recognize him. He was cairying a box and left out the door in what looked like a hurry. I took my chance and rushed up the stairs to the top floor, there room was up there mainly because most of the rest of the rooms had unsturdy flooring..

I remembered the room as I slowly aprouched the door and was about to pull the 1911 from my pocket when I heard the door click and suddenly swing inward. A grey familer pittbull that I remember's cock was in my maw saw me and perked his small pointy ears.

"Well well, its the faggy racoon we all fucked the other day Randy" The dog said looking back to his reddish similar pittbull friend that I could see sitting on the sofa across from the doorway. The other dog perked his ears and laughed as if I was'nt a threat at all.. I took my chance... I was'nt going to get another as I reached into my pocket and yanked out the .45. The grey pitbull was to busy laughing with his friend to see with his head turned, but Randy must have as his expresion changed to a horrified one.

"Siegz!!!- Looook out!!" he yelled, reaching out a paw.

The Grey pit looked back almost dumbly to see the barrol of the mat silver .45 right in his eye and then a sudden flash and thunk. At least thats what I would think he felt as the round tore through his eye going over 700fps. The fucker was dead before he even knew what hit him. He collasped to the ground in the doorway in a heap with his eye socket spurting blood as his friend jumped in horrer and tried to skitter off the sofa. I took aim quickly and fired a couple shots but thay missed in clouds of fluff from the sofa. The dog managed to get up and run from the living room before busting into a nearby room I geussed was Spikes. I hurried in and made sure there was'nt anyone else in the livingroom or the kitchen connected to it. The room door was shut and I could hear rustling before sudden silance.

The rain beating on the roof started to take over as the ringing in my ears from the first shot started to fade away. It was then that I heard somthing at the door, soft breaths as the door rattled alittle. I perked my ears and aimed at it, listening for the sound again. It did'nt happen for a moment untill a panel of the door suddenly exploded in splinters, a deep pain stinging at my shoulder.

I realed back and winced before hearing the door open and the distinct sound of a shotgun being cocked and a shell hollowly hitting to the wood floor. I dodged into the kitchen just as another shot exploded a desk leg standing near the kitchen entrance. I quickly stood from behind the counter, knowing a thing or two about combat being in the army for a short time. I aimed at the doorway and saw the dog like I geussed just cocking the shotgun and getting ready to aim it. My hand recoiled as I let loose the magazine. The doorway and the wall around it puffed with bullet holes as I saw the dog recoil back, his shoulder being struck. The slide stuck back on my gun as I ejected the mag and quickly made my way to the dog while grabbing a spare and clacking it into the gun and hitting the slide lock.

The dog was groaning on the floor with the shotgun still in his paw. I took aim and quickly shot his fourarm, the dog yowling out in utter pain.

"Gahhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhh...-Ahhh!!"

I leaned down and quickly picked up the shotgun as he dropped it. It was a remington police issue and I aimed it down at him.

"Where's Spike!" I yelled.

"F-fuck you you piece of shit... ahh.. mfft.."

I growled but held my temper. "Were the fuck is he, or I blow your balls off!" I yelled, pressing the barrol to his crotch.. I wanted to do it.. he had bin one of the dogs to rape me and caused me the hours of pain I had to go through.

"Ok ok!" The dog yelled, I was almost dissipointed.

"I'll tell you anything.. geh.. please.."

"Where the fuck is Spike!" I yelled, grinding the barrol into his crotch.

"gah-ahh!, He's out at the bar!.. picking up some fun..."

"What bar!"

"Eh.. Down the street ya fuck!"

I grimmaced as I pulled the trigger and the shotgun thumped against my shoulder as I saw the pitbulls face turn white before he yowled so hard it hurt my ears. I quickly cocked the shotgun and put a shell into his face... I looked away at the carnage but the screaming stopped instantly and I was probrubly deaf for the rest of the night..

I turned away from the site and looked around the appartment for Spike to make sure he was'nt lieing.. but he was'nt there.. I had a bad wound in my shoulder but it would have to wait.. It stung, and shooting the shotgun did'nt exactly make it feel any better eather.

I Whimpered lightly as I changed my mind and made my way to the bathroom. The restroom was a mess, its sad state more then reflected the appartment building with missing tiles on the floor and a cracked mirror.. A single light bulb on a wire hung from the cieling and shown rather dimly for what it was worth.

I took off my trench and set it down on the edge of the tub. It had lines and spatters of blood on it from me.. and the two now vary dead pitbulls. I was wearing only a pair of jeans and a white wife beater..

The buck shot ball had hit me in my right shoulder, and was dimmely visible in the poor light. My fur was a deep grey, almost dark or black, with a white chest area and the traditional black mask. I leaned forward and put my paws on the sides of the sink for balance as I looked to my reflection closely.

Sadness and the reminants of cronic crying met my gaze in the cracked mirror.. I was so crushed.. almost more so then when with Brutis.. but I was feeling alittle better.. The ramifications of what I had just done bairly even itched at me.. I was eather going to be dead when this was over.. or I become a fugitive.. I hope for the first...

I looked away from the face and opened the cabinet that was the mirror. There was'nt anything I could use to help the wound, so I left the bathroom and entered the kitchen before finding a knife that was narrow enough. It was a steak knife with a serraded edge and a worn wood handle, taking it back to the bathroom and holding my breath breath as I held it by the blade and positioned the tip just next to the wound.

I grit my teeth as I dug the knife into my shoulder.. I can not explain pain that ever felt so intense.. I was instantly dripping tears as I dug the knife deep into my quickly bleeding wound. I yowled and yelled out to vent some of the pain as I dug the blade deeper into my flesh were the sorce of the burning pain lied. I gave a pry and with another deep yell the sound of a metal ball hitting porcelin ecoed in the small room. I dropped the knife in the sink as well and nearly collapsed on the sink with my elbows braced against it.

I quickly grabbed an old towel from a rack next to me and pressed it to the wound. it stung, but I vented with a loud snarl before gritting my teeth again. I stood up slowly and took a few deep breaths before calming down. I was'nt worried about it getting infected.. I did'nt expect to be alive that long.

It was then that I heard somthing and looked to the door way. I was just in time to see the larg grey wolf lunging Into the small room. the shotgun was leaned against the door frame and my 1911 was in the pocket of my trench.. there was nothing I could do. The wolf was'nt playing around and speared me across the bathroom. It was a short distance to the wall and I felt the air shot from my lungs... causing me to collaps onto my knees when he pulled back. I coughed loudly and spat on the ground. I was suddenly lifted and shoved against the wall. I tried to raise my arms, but a punch to the face blurred my vision even worse.

I realed in pain, a standing ragdoll to the wolf as he grabbed my shirt and swung me into the sink. I braced against it in pain, my face touching the blood stain tipped knife I had dropped in it from before. As I opened my eyes I saw the gleaming chance I was given and grabbed hold of the knife just as I swung around.

I lifted the knife to strike a stab but he must have saw me grabbing it as he blocked and punched me over the face. The force sent me sideways in a fall out of the bathroom, the knife clattering into the main room. I was a dazed mess as I felt myself picked up and dragged before I passed out.

I woke up to water being splashed in my face, my head shaking as conciousness took hold. I was on my knees draped over somthing, my arms bound somehow and being forced to be held infront of me. As my vision cleared I saw the familer face of the grey wolf..

"Spike.."

"You son of a bitch, you sure killed mah' boys real good, Randy dont even have a face anymore."

I only growled at him as it became apparent to me I was on a sofa, on my knees while being draped longways over the back.

"I'll take that as you wanted to do just that to me.. "

It was'nt fully surprising that he did'nt seem to give a shit I killed his boys, but I knew what he was going to try and do... it was only obvious as my clothing was also missing.

"Fuck you Spike...You ruined my life.."

"I ruin alot of peoples lives, I'm used to it"

"You KILLED my mate you fuck!" I screamed, how he could validate the abuse to me and my mate.. he truely was evil.

"Accidents happen.. I admit it now, heh, little foxy there was holding up really well with the drugs, so we gave him abunch more. He was such an obediant bitch after that, till he passed out.. for good, ha ha!"

I started to ryle with anger after those words, but my ankles were also tied down, pulling me the oppisite way- I was unable to move.. I soon started to shiver lightly as I started to realize he had me all to himself..

"Yeah I came here to kill you Spike.. but you know what you did.. and I was'nt going to let you get away with ... it.." I said, but why I did seemed to baffle me with its damning abilitys.

"Ha Ha!, from the looks of things dawg, you'll have to deal with me getting away with it still. But while your here.. I could'nt find any fun at the bar so.."

"Dont you even give a shit I killed your friends!?" I yelled, this wolf was sickening to me"

"of course I do.. but there dead, and I'm going to kill you anyway, so thay will be avenged I geuss."

I growled back at him, but he only laughed and lifted a vary familer colt 1911 at my face.

"You bitch.." I uttered.

"Dont you fucking move faggot" He said as I watched him undo his pants to let them fall and pool around his feet.

"I want that ass of yours, but this time I'm going to abuse the shit out of it with my knot.."

I let my smallish ears tuck back as I knew what he was talking about, the pain of having a knot constantly yanked out was enough to make any fur want to commit suicide and cause some serious damage.

"Fuck you Spike!.. gods fuck you.." I said, nearing sobs as he started to move closer.

I instantly snapped out at him, snarling like a wild animal as I was going to try and do anything from getting such horrible pain again..

I was suddenly punished with a violent pistol whip.. one that sent me into a daze and felt so burnly deep that I knew he must have broken skin.. As my eyes opened I was correct as I felt wetness through my headfur before a few red droplets of crimson hit the grey sofa cushions..

My ears twitched as I opened my eyes more as a sudden feeling of the wolfs thick sheath sliding through my cheeks woke me fully from my daze. I struggled but a rough pressing of the barrol of my gun to my head made me shudder and stop.. not wanting another thwap with the peice of metal.

I groaned lightly as he continued to warm himself up against my tailhole, the wolfs paws holding my waist dominaitly. The claws just digging into the skin. It did'nt take long before I felt the the now thick sheath grinding against me before a sudden wetness I knew was pre from the wolfs peeking member.

I heard the wolf grunt as he stopped and started to reposition himself. I whined helplessly.. I did'nt want what was going to happen, but my attempt to stick up for myself and Fren had blown up in my face..

My hips were grabbed again as I felt the wet tip of the wolfs cock press under my tail and against me. He waited a torcherious moment before thusting suddenly to the knot into me as I grit my teeth as I stiffled a yowl. The burning pain of the wolf impailing me shot through my rear and my battered tailhole. The wolfs knot grinded against my tailhole for a moment before he stopped, for once seeming to let me get used to him first.

Spike kind of lazily draped over my back abit as he pulled out and thrust back in suddely. I could smell the whisky on his breath and his semi lathargic actions told me the canine was drunk.. A bottle of jack sitting on the coffie table comfirmed this and told me the wolf had a couple more drinks while I was out.. The sick fuck must have really wanted to enjoy this as I winced suddenly. The wolfs claws digging in as he thrust into me at a painfull angle.

He started to pant over me, thrusting quickly like a horned up jack rabbit. The heavy breaths were baithing the side of my face and the back of my neck, filling my fur with the stench of booz and bad breath. My own loins were tingleing lightly dispsite my disgust and my attempts to hold them back. The drunk canine was'nt doing anything painfull yet.. but his drunken state might get me off easy...

I shut my eyes and looked off to the side, trying to ignore my swelling sheath and the stank breath that was like a fan on me. I opened my eyes alittle and looked around the room, seeing the front door had bin closed and the body of the grey pitbull had bin dragged to the wall next to it along with the other pitbulls corpse.

One of my ears perked as somthing caught my eye under the only couch chair in the room. It was the knife I had used to get the buck shot out of my arm.. It was close enough for a dive.. but Spike was holding my waist tightly., not to mention the bonds on both my sets of limbs.

It was then that Spike started to thrust into me harder, my raw insides could feel the wolfs member spurting coupious amounts of pre into me. It was starting to get painfull now as my rear had'nt had the time to recouporait enough for another fucking.. I was only hopeing the wolf did'nt have aids.. but I dougt it... All that was on my mind now was finding a way to kill him.. but the pain was slowly starting to dilute my thinking. My paws gripped the fabric of the sofa as my footpaws stretched out and dug at whatever thay could.

I started to whimper, but soon regretted it as this only got me even harder thrusts for a moment.. That bitch liked to hear his victoms cry and yelp and scream..

This whent on for a few minutes as he help back yips and screams at whatever the wolf was trying. he was starting to use his knot now and I knew once he did I would'nt be able to hold it back, tears already streaming off my muzzle in readyness for it. It was then that he was slowly starting to stop. I perked my ears abit as I looked up alittle. He was slowing down alright, he was passing out!

The wolfs thrusts became out of rythum as he swayed above me abit, mumbling his words now. I just sat and watched, trying not to make direct eye contact so he would have somthing to stop him in his decent into conciouslessness. It was easy as the wolfs eyes were squinted and as if like a light switch, the wolfs heavy form came down onto me. I erfed and held his waight as he did'nt move.. I waited a couple minutes to make sure and then lifted my head alittle, the wolfs muzzle rested on my shoulder.

I looked to my bounds and tried to see if I could get myself from them.. It was comprised of a tshirt and some meduim sized rope. The constant waight on my wrist's had made them slightly numb, but I was surprised to see that our movments had loosed them alittle. It was worth a shot as I tried supporting not only my waight off of my wrist's, but the drunk alrger wolf on my back..

I could feel his cock still inside me, pulsing lightly as I started to get progress on the bonds. Thay were haistily done.. and the wolfs drunk state probrubly did'nt help. I was worried the entire time that if the wolf woke up, he would see exactly what I was trying to do..

I was lucky as he seemed to be pretty much out cold.. After around ten minutes I had my wrist's free and my let them down so I was now on my hands and knees. I looked down slowly, the wolfs limp head draping down alittle as I looked to my leg bonds. Thay were done in the same way, but now that my paws were free, there was slack on the rope holding my ankles.

I had to lean in quite abit to reach the bonds, making me worried the passed out wolf on my back would wake from the movment. I also had to keep one paw holding us up.. while I only had one to work with.

I was lucky most of the streangth of the bounds were from tension as I was able to work my ankles free alot easier then my wrist's. it was then that I had to figure out how to get the wolf off of me without waking him up... I looked around but a groan made my tail spike in fear, ... It was spike waking up.

I was free.. but my body was tired from holding myself up, but I had to push myself and think fast. I saw the coffie table and the whiskey bottle on it with a couple glasses and made up my mind. I thurst my back up with all of my might, sending and half concious wolf sideways and onto the coffie table.

The rickety peice of furniture collapsed under the force, the wolfs back breaking a glass and sending the jack bottle to the floor were it broke in a mess. I Heard to wolf let out a loud growl and a stiffled yowl behind me . I had stood as soon as he was off my back and dove for the knife that was under the chair..

"You little son of a bitch!" I heard him say as I heard movment.

But I had to get that knife.. and my paws instantly thurst under the chair and grabbed it by the handle. I learched back and started to stand as I heard him again.

"You fucking shit!, Your ass is DEA-" He did'nt finish his sentance as I swung around and shoved the knife at the near'st thing I saw.. And that happened to be his lower neck. The knife buryed itself to the hilt just above the grey wolfs collar bone as I felt a sudden thump against my chest. A loud bang erased my hearing as the pain hit me an instant later, my body falling back with the knife still in my paw. I fell into the chair the knife had bin under as I slumped to the side against one of the arms for a moment. I had no breath... I could'nt breath for a while as a searing pain cut through my chest.. I had bin hit in the upper left chest by my 1911 I soon realized.. Shit..

I coughed as I lifted my eyes to the wolf. My hearing was just coming back as I heard the wolf screaming. He was laying back down on the coffie table and holding his neck, blood seeping quicly from between his fingers..

Amazingly I could still get my body to function as I actualy was able to stand on my feet. I weakly made it to the wolf.. and seeing the 45 on the ground next him made me drop the knife and pick it up it up quickly. I slowly got to a stand and aimed the gun, waiting for the wolf to notice me.

Spike had managed to cover his neck enough, the wound had not cut his jugular, but it whent deep enough to feel like it must have.. He whined as he looked up to me, seeing the gun and instantly realizing the even bigger hole he was in now.. And he was'nt about to get out if I could help it....

"Gckt.. De-Deon.." Spike gurgled, it was my name.. I had'nt heard it said in so long.. my name was always profanities recently..

I did'nt say anything, just continued to give him a stair.. tears rolling off my cheeks slowly now.

"H-hey.. I'm-peh geh... I'm sorry ok.. for everything I geh-did.. please.. " Spike said, reaching out a paw defenslessly. He was looking at death and his true self weas coming out now.

I still sat there and looked at him, my teary face staying blank as my arm shook.

".....Deon..?..-NOOO!"

I suddenly burst out in a scream, letting out all of my emotion and energy as I sqeezed the trigger constantly, feeling the gun recoil and go off.

Spike held out his paws as if to stop the bullets but thay ripped through his shirt and chest, causing the canine to cough and yell out as the powerfull rounds tore into him..

I stopped and put one last round into his fourhead, the slide kicking back and staying back before my own form fell backwards. I fell on my tail limply with my back to the chair, my 1911 falling from my paws and over the wood floor.

My ears rung loudly.. but my body felt light as it becan to shut down.. I started to cry to myself as I realized I did'nt want to die... Who does when thay feel the encompasing presance of death over them like an inevitable vice..

"At least I got them.. I got them for you Fren.. I love you.." I said to myself softly as I felt my eyes grow heavy and causing them to close. The faint sounds of sirens and the patter of rain fallowed me into the darkness as I drifted off, my head drooping against my chest limp and still like the rest of the room.....