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1973

A Saturday morning. That's when it all began. The Saturday morning was just like any other weekend for the middle tier neighborhoods of Baltimore, Maryland. Young furs ran about, chasing their friends back in forth as the worrisome mother's watched them play from the safety of the screened â€"in porches that were built into each of the uniform two story houses that dotted the blocks. The sun beat down upon the sweating brows of the smiling furs who were wrestling, racing, biking or throwing mock tea parties. Almost every cub in the neighborhood had congregated into the open grassy field that was located in the middle of the neighborhood. However, there was one little fur who was almost never in attendance.

With a small lonely sigh, a ten year old otter watched all the other furs having fun as he sat sulking on a massive oak branch. He kicked his legs to and fro as they dangled in the air beneath him, desperately wanting someone to play with him. However, all the other children shunned him, calling him a bastard. The young canine didn't know who his father was. It didn't stop him from wanting to know the identity of the fur who had sired him, so that he could lay some claim to his own existence. And to stop being treated like an outcast too. The lithe and scrawny otter blinked and pouted, basking in the shade of despair that his unfair situation had hurled him into.

The fur pouted and moped about, wanting to go back to his home and read one of his crime books. For such a young fur, he was an avid reader and obsessed with anything to do with crime and punishment type of books. His mother wanted him to associate with the other furs, declaring it unhealthy to read all day long instead of socializing like all of the other happy and carefree children.

"After all," the otter imagined his mother chiding, "how can you enjoy life when you hide away from it. You have to embrace what you are given, whether it is for bad or good and just have fun."

The otter groaned out softly as he shook his head to clear the voice out of his mind and grumbled. His mother just didn't understand what was going on. She didn't realize that the other children laughed and called him names. They wouldn't even let him join in the frolicking. The otter let out another depressed sigh as he moped and sulked, watching his peers play with gusto.

"Hey, watcha doin up in this tree for?" asked an innocent voice from behind the cub. The otter's eyes bulged out and he let out a squeak as he lost his balance and fell backward off the tree branch he had been precariously leaning on. Three seconds later, the rooty ground caught him with a dull thud and a wave of pain shot through the young fur's body. From around the stars prancing in front of his eyes, the otter saw a black form land on the ground a few feet away, deciding however, to land on his footpaws rather than his back like the young otter.

The ten year old youth sat up, rubbing his head with a paw as the figure walked over and the otter's vision was able to decipher who he was. A jackal, around the same age as himself, cast a curious gaze on the fallen otter with his crimson eyes. The fur on the jackal was well kempt and the color was darker than a moonless midnight. The jackal was wearing tight shorts and a loose forest green t shirt that complemented his fur nicely.

He smiled at the collapsed fur who in turn blushed and grinned back, unfamiliar with this strange fur. The young jackal extended a paw, which the otter excepted gladly, taking a moment to feel the soft warm paw of the strange fur who helped him up from his fall.

"Watcha fallin for?" the jackal asked with a curious glance at the blushing otter. "If you wanna get down, dontcha think climbing mite be a tad safer?"

The cub in response just stared at the bold jackal with a gaping jaw, showing off a pearly set of severely brushed otter teeth. His mother was a dentist.

The jackal, who still held the otter's paw, grinned wider as he gave it a shake and introduced himself. "Name's Avery. Me and my folks just moved in and they told me to go around and meet the other kids." Avery glanced around at the grassy field, abundant with rampant youth and wagged his jackal-like tail. "So what's your name?"

The otter recovered from his shock as he noticed he was crushing the jackal's paw in a death grip and immediately let go. "Uh, my name's Gabe...uh...er...Gabriel" the otter said as he glanced at the young form of the jackal beside him.

"Gabriel huh? Like the archangel?"

"I dunno. What's an archangel?" the otter asked curious as to why this rather dashing you fur was talking to him. Also, Gabriel was curious as to why he found the jackal dashing as he felt a strange feeling coursing through his body.

‘An archangel is one of the four main servants of the Lord God" Avery responded immediately as his warm crimson eyes glinted with a mysterious light. "Michael the Warrior, Raphael the Traveler, Uriel the Protector and Gabriel the Messenger. They are supposedly incredibly wise and unimaginably beautiful...kinda like you" the jackal finished with a deep heated blush. He glanced up into the otters brilliant sapphire eyes as he stammered out, "Wanna be friends?"

"F..fr..friends?" asked the trembling Gabriel. "Are you sure you wanna be friends with me?" The otter looked downcast as he asked the simple question.

"Are ya sick or sumthin?" Avery inquired with a raised eyebrow.

Gabe shook his head side to side and Avery smiled. "Then of course I wanna be your friend. If you wanna be mine, that is?"

The otter nodded meekly and the jackal widened his already toothy grin. "That's good then. Come on." With a squeak from the Gabriel's muzzle, Avery grabbed his paw with unjackal like strength and hauled him over to where the other children were running amok. Gabe tried protesting on the way but couldn't find his voice as he was dragged into the group of tormentors he had long to be accepted by. The black furred, red eyed jackal hummed off key the whole way, skipping as he brought his newly acquired otter friend into the frolicking fray. Immediately, all of the children stopped playing and turned to gaze at the two newcomers. Gabe tried to pretend he was invisible, which was hard to accomplish considering all of the piercing and loathing eyes that were attached to his shaking form.

One of the many cubs, a brown furred hyena strutted up to the pair and stood his ground as he voiced the opinion shared by all.

"He" gesturing towards the otter who was trying to disappear into Avery's shadow, "isn't allowed here."

The jackal cocked his head to the side and innocently asked, "Why?"

Gabe's heart froze within his chest as a frigid wave of nausea coursed through his body at the hyena's reply.

"Cuz he doesn't have a father, that's why. My pops said he's a bastard and I shouldn't associate with his kind."

Avery only grinned. The otter, on the other paw, was looking a tad morbid as his skin grew paler under his black and brown fur.

The hyena's brow furrowed and a confused expression crossed his face. "Why are you smiling? What's so funny?"

Avery replied, "You are."

An audible gasp arose from the crowd as the hyena squinted his eyes and rose

up to his full height of four feet as he asked with his best version of an ice cold voice. It ended up sounding more like a horse with laryngitis.

"What did you say?"

The jackal stood his ground, standing up for the trembling canine behind him.

"I said you're what's funny. Following your pops' orders like that. Everyone knows that you're spose to do the opposite of what the grown ups tell you. It's cub law."

Around the field many of the young furs nodded in response. After all, the jackal was right. No self respecting cub would be caught dead by his peers obeying his parents' commands.

The hyena's gears whirled and whizzed as his mind tried to desperately come up with a reply. "Uh, uh...I just don't wanna get in trouble."

The jackal smile as he raised a paw towards the hyena, who flinched at Avery's movements. However, Avery placed a paw around the hyena's shoulders and said in a loud enough voice for all to hear, "I won't tell if you won't."

Gabe could hardly believe that all the furs were listening to the new kid on the block, who hadn't been there for fifteen minutes. Yet they were all giving him their rapt attention.

The hyena nodded meekly and submitted to Avery's friendly and logical rebuttal, and the jackal turned to smile at the nervous otter. The hyena shouted out to all the furs that were in the vicinity.

"Hey all of yous, from now on, Gabe can play with us. Anyone who says otherwise is a rotten egg and is a mud-eater." A chorus of ewws rang out from the audience as the hyena turned and pounced the nearest fur and all of the cubs went back to playing around. Avery extended a paw out to the perplexed otter, and beckoned him to come and play. And soon after that, Gabe was wrestling away with the rest of them, secretly glad that he followed his mother's advice and happy for the timely arrival of the sleek black furred jackal, whose friendly grinned seared into his mind. And he smiled. And he was happy.

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On that same Saturday morning, on the far side of Baltimore, there were two who were inclined to stay in bed. A wide yawn escaped from a gray mouse, roughly in his mid thirties, but his coloring made him appear to be much older and much wiser. As his loud yawn echoed around the room, a sleek scaled paw clamped down over the mouse's maw, stifling his noise as he stretched in the large sized bed. After he was out of his morning grogginess he gently licked at the paw covering his maw which in turn elicited a chuckle from the paw's owner. The mouse grinned as his maw was uncovered and turned to admire his mate.

For a shark, Dean King was a handsome specimen. A mixture of blue and white rubbery flesh painted his body with a splash of stormy blue covering the dorsal fin that poked out of his back. His stormy gray eyes matched his scaly skin beautifully as he widened his grin, showing off his sharp white teeth.

"How did ya sleep, hun?" the shark asked as he gently kissed the mouse on his forehead. The gray mouse, Stephen Koontz, blushed harshly as he nuzzled his head underneath his lover's snout.

"Never better. How bout yourself?" Stephen asked as he cuddled up next to the anthro shark.

"Amazing, as always when I'm around you" was the shark's reply as he embraced the mouse in his awkward limbs. He nuzzled his mate and inhaled the pine fresh scent that the mouse exuded. Dean smiled and held his mate tighter as he basked in his presence. He loved waking up next to someone he truly cared for and someone who truly cared for him. Stephen blushed through his gray fur and grinned as he nuzzled the shark underneath the chin. Dean, in reply, lifted the mouse off of the bed and on top of his scaly body. Stephen straddled his shark as the embraced in a loving kiss. Muzzle met snout as the two liplocked in a display of their affection.

Once the shark kissed Stephen, he was once again cast into the swelling maelstrom of crushing emotions that flooded through his chest and stomach, sending him into spiritual as well as physical bliss. It was a gentle kiss, but being that is was the mouse on the other end made all the difference to the shark as the unfathomable and powerful sensations swelled and rolled, crashed and scattered inside of Dean, sending him into a state of pure bliss. The shark tapped his tongue upon the entrance of Stephen's lips and the mouse opened his maw obligingly, letting the thick muscle find its way into the rodent's jaw. Stephen squeaked in pure enjoyment as he caressed the intruding protrusion with his own ribbon of flesh, eliciting a murr from Dean.

The mouse closed his eyes and out his paws around the sharks head as he lowered himself down and enjoyed the unusual cold temperature of the sharks rubbery skin. Contrary to the coursing emotions of the shark, Stephen felt something quite differently. Instead of a silently impending crushing, the mouse felt a calm and peaceful embrace whenever he was around the shark. A steady and warm sensation that crept into his chest and sent a continuous pulsing through his body, calming the anxiety he was prone to and overall sending him into a state of tranquility, where everything made sense, where order reigned and chaos was the second cousin you never spoke of.

The two lovers moaned out as they caressed each other with their paws as their passionate kiss made envy of the gods. Much to their lament, however, the kiss soon broke and Stephen lashed out with his tongue licking up the side of Dean's snout, a sign of affection that always amused the shark. Dean wrapped his arms around the smaller fur and held him close as they nuzzled each other and just enjoyed each other's company as they basked in the emotions and sensations that tied their heart together and gave their spirits wings with which to soar.

Their silence was interrupted as the shark's paw found its way down Stephen's back, caressing the short gray fur and causing the mouse to moan out in bliss. The scaly paw slyly made its way over to the mouse's right cheek and hovered above it preparing for the kill...

"Eeeeep," Stephen squeaked as the shark firmly grasped the mouse's cheek through the silk boxers that he was wearing. The shark winked with his slate gray eyes, a brooding storm swirling around in a circuit of chaos behind his pupils as he grinned mischievously.

"Awwww, is my mousy wousy a wittle bit embarrassed?" Dean smirked as he kneaded Stephen's cheek in his scaly paw, nibbling gently on the mouse's throat, sending spasms of pleasure surging through the rodent and causing him to moan out lightly as the shark played him like a well tuned violin.

"Dean..." gasped Stephen as his mousy paws traveled down the rubbery skin of the shark's abdomen and into the elastic waistband that acted as the prison bars to the treasure he craved so much. "Please...Dean, it's been too long since you've been inside me. I..." the mouse stuttered with a heated blush erupting across his visage and he glanced his eyes downcast, embarrassed with talking dirty. "I need you," he gestured with his head to his back where the shark was fondling his cheeks through the silky boxers. "I need you, please..." he begged and made large moistening eyes at the shark. Secretly, the mouse knew that Dean would never be able to say no to his sad face and his begging. The shark smile as he felt his own shaft fill out his charcoal boxers and his grin widened as he gave in to the mouse's plea.

The shark's hands slipped under the elastic waistband of Stephen's boxers and fondled the furry flesh that caused the mouse to squeak in response. The mouse in turn, wasted no time in peeling off the shark's underwear completely, leaving the massive ten inch peach shaft wavering and pulsating in the open air. A whimper escaped out of Dean's snout as the mouse glanced down at the shark's glistening meat, a drop of pre already appearing at the tip, begging, pleading to be tasted. And so the mouse obliged.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Dean moaned as Stephen's small rough tongue dragged along the tip of his fishy cock, lapping up the bead of pre and receiving a generous squirt of preseed as a reward. Stephen only grinned and nuzzled into the shark's crotch, rubbing his muzzle alongside the sensitive spire of flesh and causing his lover to squirm around in agony as he tortured him with pleasurable sensations.

Stephen's tongue darted and danced around, with Dean's cock as the stage for his nimble tongue as the mouse bathed and sucked upon the shark's sack, savoring the delicious flavors of musk, sweat and the salty taste of inevitable spunk. The shark kicked his legs in the air, careful to lay partly on his side so as to not hurt his dorsal fin. Dean humped up into the mouse's tender maw grinding his slightly curved veined shaft along the furry face as Stephen continued to administer saliva upon the ball sack, hanging down from his cock like two ripe apples, waiting to be plucked and tasted.

The mouse finished lapping and sucking upon his lover's orbs and turned his attention and his appetite towards the veined spire of flesh that rubbed against his face, coating his muzzle in sweet delicious pre.

Eagerly, Stephen lashed out his tongue at the cock only to miss lapping at it by a centimeter. Growling, he engulfed the whole of the dick into his maw, pressing forward as the shaft slid down the back of his throat. With a bump, and a filled throat, the mouse found himself pressed to the shark's pubes as Dean held the mouse's head in place around his massive fishy meat.

Dean thrust up into Stephen's maw, nearly making the mouse wretch as he shoved his prick deeper down his throat. Stephen moaned out around the meat, saliva dripping from his muzzle as the shark's cock slid back and forth, massaging the back of his throat. Dean groaned as his large appendage was suckled on by his mousy lover, and he started picking up the pace, slamming his shark meat into Stephen's maw, muzzle-fucking the living daylights out of the horny fur.

The mouse groaned out around the shark prick going like a piston deep inside his maw. Dean, however, had other plans. The shark pulled out and grinned maliciously at the horny and needy mouse. With a circular motion of his shark-like paw, he gestured for Stephen to roll over. The mouse licked his lips and eager for the juicy prick rolled over and whipped up his tail, flicking it over the shark's shoulder. Dean tugged on the mouse's tail and heard the squeak in response. Chuckling deeply he lined up his rock hard fishy meat with the exposed entrance of Stephen's rear end. He prodded his tip against the tailstar and instantly heard a moan from his mate and the mouse instinctively bucked backwards, eager to be speared by the shark's spire of flesh.

Wanting to please his mate, Dean placed a paw on either side of the mouse's hip and thrust forward slowly, entering into the warm, damp, velvety depths of Stephen's ass. The pain moaned in harmony as the shark took the mouse, sliding in gently and sending tremors of a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing throughout the submissive rodent's body. Dean hilted inside of the mouse's body and pulled out slowly making the mouse mew out like a feline in heat. Dean couldn't help but grin as he felt that much closer to his mate, his love, his everything. And he thrust back in hard, knowing that Stephen very much enjoyed the fast and the hard. And the shark wasn't disappointed as the rodent let out a loud high pitched moan and shot white globs of yummy goodness all over the satin sheets. Dean smirked as the mouse nearly went limp in his grasp. The shark wrapped his arms around the rodent's body and started going faster and harder, thrusting his shark cock deeper and deeper into mouse's tailhole, stretching it to its limit as Stephen was lost in a pleasure high, grinning like an idiot as his gut was violated by his lover's prick.

Dean pumped harder and harder, faster and faster, and miraculously, Stephen's prick went erect again, begging for attention that the shark was glad to give. Reaching his right paw down, Dean wrapped a rubbery shark par around the mouse's pulsating cock as he continued to jack-hammer into the rodent's rear end. Moans and groans, grunts and squeaks of blissful ecstasy mingled into a tempest of sexual melody as the two lovers sang their primal song amidst their deep seeded passion. Dean's left paw pinched and squeezed the mouse's right nipple as his other paw worked furiously on the rodent's cock, working his love pipe, and eager for another gooey release. Panting and sweating, the shark lurched forward as he thrust into the mouse's tailhole, going as deep as he could possibly go, and pounded hard on the mouse's prostate.

Stephen squeaked out in shrill bliss as he let out another, and even larger, orgasm that splashed all over the satin sheets to mix with his previous load, drying quickly underneath the two lovers. And as the mouse came, he clenched his sphincter around the hammering cock of the shark on top, and Dean moaned out as he seeded his mate, spilling his white spawn juice deep within the mouse's gut. Panting, the two fell onto the bed, the mouse splashing in the puddle of his own cum. With a grunt of effort, Stephen rolled over and Dean went to work, licking the cum out of the mouse's gray fur.

"Mmmf," the shark groaned as he looked up into the mouse's eyes. "I love you, you know that, right?"

Stephen grinned as he let out a heavy breath and relaxed as Dean gave his chest-fur a tongue bath. "Yeah. I love you too. I don't know what I could do without you."

Dean nuzzled the mouse's chest-fur, feeling his warmth and listening for his heartbeat but was interrupted by the piercing ring of the telephone.

With a sigh, the shark rolled over and picked it up. "Hello?" the shark asked in a less than enthusiastic voice. His eyes, however, bulged open a second later and he slammed the phone down on the hook. He rolled out of bed and started getting dressed as he nodded to his mate, looking confused and sprawled out on the bed.

"A newcomer has moved onto our turf."

The mouse sighed and rolled out of bed and dropped to the floor with a dull thud. He let the impact wake him up a little bit before standing up and searching for a pair of clean clothes amidst the disarray and chaotic mess of their bedroom. Five minutes later, and the pair were sprinting out the door and into an expensive Porshce, and they made tracks down the road and out of sight.

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Later that same day, after all the other children had enough play time and went back inside, three cubs still remained; Avery, Gabriel and the brown hyena. The brown hyena glanced over at the pair and panted out in the midst of the sweltering heat.

"Heya, wanna go grab some lunch down at the Treejumper's Café?" the hyena asked.

"Sounds like a plan, Sid," Avery grinned as he clapped Gabe on the back.

Sidney, the brown hyena, had grown quite fond of the shunned otter over their playtime that morning. He beckoned them both with a paw and yipped a high pitched squeak as he turned and collided with a nasty looking weasel in his late teens.

The weasel, a sleep deprived and shivering creature with grungy tan fur and a desperate need for a bath, snarled as he shoved the hyena to the concrete and took a step forward. Quicker than a flash of black lightning, Avery came into appearance and stood over his fallen comrade. With a "hiyah" he kicked the weasel's shin rather hard, causing the deviant to howl out in pain. Of course, this only made the weasel even angrier as he growled out and kicked the jackal, sending him crashing to the ground. He turned on the otter, wanting to extract more amusement and vent his frustration and flung back his paw for a smack...but was intercepted by a stranger.

A graying paw swept out of nowhere and caught the weasel's wrist, twisting it behind his back while another paw chopped down on the arm and with an audible crackle, the arm broke. The stranger stepped into view from behind the pained weasel and the cubs could see an aging rabbit with wise eyes and a kind face. The weasel stood up and pulled out a knife with his good paw, and without even looking the rabbit spun around and connected a footpaw to the weasel's jaw, and the cretin fell into a limp pile.

The rabbit turned his eyes back onto the cubs, his silver eyes sparkling with determination.

"My name is Jali. I'm a martial arts master who just designed a new fighting style. How would you three like to be my first three students?"

The three furs nodded eagerly and Jali smiled.

"Good. From now on, you can call me Master."