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16.

I felt cheap and stupid sitting next to Jake. The red fox was still naked apart from his shoes and still half asleep despite the dirty, uncomfortable surroundings of the maintenance shed. To Vince, sex was a stimulant, like a strong energy drink. He left me and Jake and took off to attend to his affairs, whatever those could be. It wasn't until I heard a soft knocking on the door that I bothered to stuff my dick back in my pants and zip up.

"Come in," I said. Jake was too out of it to care about his immodesty.

The door cracked open and Hash quickly entered and shut it. My mood instantly brightened. The coyote surveyed the scene. "It went ok?"

I looked over at Jake. He was staring blankly at the bare light bulb, a half smile etched into his tight lips. "Yeah," I said. "Vince liked it. He said he wanted us to do a job together."

"You and Jake?" Hash asked. It was probably wishful thinking on my part, but some of that surprise sounded like it concealed a hint of jealousy that the red fox would be working a job with me. He walked towards us, picking up Jake's pants, shirt and coat along the way. He sat on the ground on the other side of Jake.

"Hi," he said to Jake.

Jake blinked a few times, coming out of blissful daze. "Hi," he said back.

"I'm Hash. I sort of take care of the accounting for Vince. If you ever need help with something, or just need to talk, I'm a good listener."

Jake nodded.

Hash looked carefully at the fox, observing his ears, eyes, and any other subtle cues to his disposition. "I bet you're a good listener, too. Quiet furs usually are."

Jake didn't nod, but Hash had his attention now.

"Then you know how much of a burden it can be, to take everything in, but never let it out. I just want you to know I'm serious that if you ever need someone to listen, I'm here, and so is Regal, if you can't wait 'til Yard."

"Really?" Jake asked.

Hash put on his most earnest face. "Really."

"Thank you," Jake said quietly. "Can I ask you something?"

I was stunned at how easily it was for Hash to start making a connection.

"Anything."

Jake paused to collect his thoughts. "Is this really better than what I had with Piter?"

Instead of the lightning fast "absolutely," I would have blurted out, Hash seemed to ponder the question before answering. "No." My jaw dropped, but he continued before I could jump in. "Not better, but there'll be less pain. Vince takes it personally if one of his workers gets hurt or taken advantage of."

"I guess that's better," Jake said.

Hash let the silence hang. Jake took back his cloths. I was again about to speak, just to fill the silence, but Hash gave me a look that said to wait. Jake used his coat like a blanket, covering his nakedness. "I'm afraid of Dimitri," Jake said after a time.

Everyone is, I wanted to tell him, but I yielded to Hash's superior eloquence. But instead of using his silver tongue, he nodded and patted the fox's hand. My jaw clenched at Jake getting the affection I'd give my left nut for, but I was too afraid to ever tell the coyote how I was starting to feel about him.

Jake went on. "He and Regal... they-" his voice cracked, speaking to Hash like I wasn't even here, like I hadn't just swallowed his cum. Pain and sorrow were a volatile concoction that threatened to make do, or say something I'd probably regret. My ears flattened and I bit back a whine.

"Regal didn't have a choice."

My heart fluttered at Hash defending me. I told him the whole story of the night Dimitri took his misplaced vengeance on Jake. He tried unsuccessfully to convince me that I didn't have a choice. Maybe Jake would believe it.

"None of us ever get a choice in here," Hash continued. "Please don't be mad at Regal. I know him, and I swear he's a great fur. My best friend, too."

Now I had to push back a blush and the urge to sing out in joy at hearing Hash describe me as his best friend.

"If you have to be mad, be mad at the ones who do have a choice. Furs like Dimitri and Vince and the guards, and the judges. Be mad if you want, but never show it. All anger will get you is tears and beatings. It's better to just let it go, as hard as that may be."

Jake nodded after considering Hash's words.

We talked for a while after that, until Greg came in and told us we had to get out of the shed, some other sad fur was scheduled to give it up to some other fur with too much money and too few morals. Hash had kept the conversation light and Jake was happy to just listen to me and the coyote's casual conversation, mostly about the food and temperatures in our respective wings of the prison. I asked for an update on Hash's longtime plan to organize a cockroach race, and he asked me how my art was going now that I got my paws on a pen. Long story short, Hash was as close to his goal as I was to recreating the Vixen de Milo using just my pen and the backs of a few legal papers.

***

Me and Jake got separated at the doors that lead back inside. I guess he was used to hurrying back to his cell to keep safe. I waited for Dimitri. The tiger walked at his own brisk pace, parting any crowd that might form around him, so he was easy to spot.

I fell in right behind him as he expected. "How did it go?" he asked over his shoulder.

"Good, sir." In truth, I wasn't so sure. I wanted Jake to be ok, but I didn't want to share Hash. Part of me hated myself for thinking that, but a baser part of me hated Jake for reasons far less than virtuous.

"Just good?" Dimitri asked. He was dripping in sweat and the warm scent of his musk perfumed the air as we walked.

"He's adjusting, but I think Vince is moving too quick with him," I lied. Hiding anything from Dimitri was dangerous, but my feelings were one of the few things I thought were worth the risk.

"Jake's been here longer than you have. He knows how things work in here." We turned a corner, and just before the noise of hundreds of inmates returning to their cellblocks killed the conversation, I heard him say, "and so should you."

I tried to guess what he meant by that, but we were climbing the stairs to our second floor cell and I was ready to toss the thought as being another one of Dimitri's weird non sequiturs when I remembered the note Vince gave me about me and Jake servicing a grizzly.

I fumbled in my pockets, giving a quick wave to Jake as I passed by. I had the note in my hands when I turned into our cell. Dimitri was on me before I knew what was happening. I was slammed against the unyielding wall, Dimitri's body pressing into me. He looked down, seeing the fear in my eyes.

"You misbehaved out there. Speaking up like that, fucking that red shit without even asking me" his voice was a low rumble, like distant thunder.

"S-sorry, sir," I stuttered out. Dimitri leaned over me, forcing me to almost look straight up at his hovering maw. "Vince gave me a note to give to you." I held up the paper to distract him.

"Read it," he said.

I had to turn my head to the side. Dimitri was too close for me to angle my muzzle forward. "It says, he got me and Jake a job with a grizzly. H-he said he's gonna fix it so we can do it today."

"There are no grizzlies in this cellblock," Dimitri growled.

"It's what the note says," I squeaked. I held the note to him again. My hand trembled.

Dimitri knocked my hand to the side. The note fluttered to the floor. "That'll have to wait. You were a bad boy, weren't you?"

"Yes," I whimpered. "Vince was talking to you and I should have stayed quiet." That was my best guess at what might have set him off, but knowing Dimitri, maybe he just felt like scaring me for fun.

Something started poking me right under my ribs. I glanced down. Oh, I thought, he just wants an excuse to scare me. This was foreplay to the big jerk! "C-can I show how sorry I am," I hesitated, letting my hand shakily hover near the tiger's jutting erection. Maybe I could satisfy him before things turned violent.

"I don't know," Dimitri scratched at his chin, like he was trying to make a decision. "Maybe you need a more lasting lesson?" I still couldn't tell how much of this was for real, but the horror for me must have been apparent. "Bend over the table."

"Oh please don't, sir!" I cried out. I'd only recently been able to sit without pain after being whipped by a tattooed hare. Whatever Dimitri wanted to do to me would probably be worse.

He pointed to the concrete slab that was our cell's table, effectively silencing my protests. With one hand the tiger pulled down my pants, not bothering to unfasten them. His hand slapped down on my ass without warning, I jerked into the table with a yelp. Dimitri grabbed and squeezed my flaring cheek before stopping.

"What did the note really say?" he asked casually.

I was breathing hard. Looking at the floor I could see where the folded sheet of notebook paper landed. "I told you, sir. Vince set me and Jake up with a grizzly. He said if we were together, it would be safe enough."

"There are no grizzlies in the cellblock."

I looked over my shoulder to see him drawing back his arm. "It's what Vince said! I would never lie to my master! I'm a good pet! I swear it!" My voice was shrill and high. I gritted my teeth in preparation for the next bone jarring whack. "Read the note," I squealed out before shutting my eyes against the inevitable pain and probable tears.

After an interminable stretch of silence I opened one eye to see Dimitri, arms folded, eyeing my ass.

"I had to be sure you weren't just making it up." He patted my back.

"Why-" I was left feeling like I missed something. "Why would I make that up?"

Dimitri shrugged and backed a step to let me pull my pants up. "I guess it was stupid, but I thought you might have been trying to hook up with Jake. It looked like you two hit it off."

Stupid seemed inadequate, I thought as I felt the paw-shaped sore spot on my ass. Dimitri's insecurity was a huge source of his angry outbursts. "But I showed you the note!" It was so unfair that he would take out everything on me.

Dimitri bit his lip, the same remorseful look he always got after hurting me then realizing I didn't deserve it. He began to speak, only to cut into an exasperated sigh. "Look," he started again, "I can't read much... I wouldn't know what that note said even if I tried. I know it's a bullshit excuse, because I promised as long as you did what you're told, I'd try to keep my anger in check..."

"But you should know I'd never lie to you!" I tried to drive the guilt into him like it was the butcher knife I wished I had. He deserved whatever discomfort I could bring him. "I trusted you, sir." I forced my ears down, and pouted. It was a delight to watch the tiger squirm for once.

"I know. I know. I shouldn't have.'' Dimitri stopped short of an apology, but he did pull me into him, like he could make it go away with some soothing petting. "I didn't mean to scare you like that, I thought it would have went differently."

It was a struggle not to shout at him that I saw how fucking turned on he was getting. If things had turned out any other way, I'd be getting my insides shredded by tiger cock. I guess we were both liars.

"I'm trusting you, too," Dimitri spoke into the top of my head as I was reluctantly cuddled. "You're the only fur in prison who knows I can't read." I got the feeling he was using a lot of willpower to keep the threat of what he'd do to me if I blabbed unsaid. That was rather touching, for Dimitri. "And I want to make this up to you. Why don't you take a few days off. I'll handle Vince, you can just..." Dimitri apparently couldn't come up with an alternative to me sitting in my corner and opted to hope I could think of how I could spend a brief vacation from getting fucked. "What do you say?" he dipped my head back so I was looking at him.

"I'll think about. I can't decide tonight, because however Vince arranged things, Jake trusts me to be there so we can keep each other safe." It was a dangerous balancing act to add enough venom to my words to guilt trip the tiger without pushing too far.

Dimitri didn't look hurt, that might have been impossible, but he did look affected. "Think about it," he echoed me.

Think, I would. A few days with no one but Dimitri and his moods for company, or continuing to play revolver-roulette with every sick fuck with the funds to buy me. Such appealing choices.

When the doors clanked open I waited for Dimitri to lead us out to the walkway. The tiger watched the other furs as they left their cells to stretch their legs in the common area. He might have been looking for a grizzly, but he was right, there were none in Cellblock-H. I saw Jake's possum cellmate leave and head down the stairs. Dimitri saw that too, motioning me to follow as he went to Jake's cell.

"Fox," Dimitri called to Jake.

I peaked around, through the bars. Jake was scrambling to the back of his cell. I wanted to tell him it was ok, but I really didn't know if it was.

"Come here," Dimitri commanded.

Jake saw he had no choice, and with tiny steps, looking for the absolute furthest point he could be that would satisfy Dimitri, he edged forward.

"Did Vince tell you you had to get fucked by a grizzly today?" asked Dimitri. So much for trust, I grumbled. Jake nodded fiercely. "Did he say anything about where, or how it would go down?" Jake shook his head, more hesitant, fearful of displeasing the tiger. I gave Dimitri a an I-told-you-so look.

Concluding the mystery would be unsolvable, Dimitri brushed past me and returned to his cell, presumably to watch his television. He didn't tell me to follow. Without his orders, I was left to my own devices. I looked at Jake. "I don't suppose you've got a deck of cards?"

Of course he didn't. I invited myself in and carried on a one sided conversation with Jake. Half an hour later Jake was made aware of my artistic ambitions, the crime I was convicted of, and why life was one series of kicks to the nuts after another. Conversely, I still didn't know much about Jake. He said he was here on drug related charges, but was vague when it came to details. When I asked where he was from he said a small town named Grenskil, up north. That was all I could get out of him.

The noise outside in the common area changed. I left the cell to see what was happening. A guard I recognized was being let into the cellblock. It was the llama. I'd seen him around but didn't know his name. Dimitri also noted the new arrival of a guard and was making his way towards me.

The llama made small talk with the the other guard posted. I turned to Dimitri. He shrugged and we, as did many inmates, watched the guards chat leisurely. When the llama with the floppy hair tired of the conversation, he blew a whistle, getting the eyes of the last few inmates not observing this unannounced change in routine.

"Library call. I got a," he looked at his list, "Jake McKenzie and a Elliot Regal on the list."

An angry looking squirrel got up from the rodent's table and confronted the llama, saying he'd put in to go to the library also. While the llama explained that the squirrel was not scheduled for today, I looked to Dimitri.

"Sir?"

"Go get Jake." He had an impressed smirk at how Vince and the Pack so corrupted the guards. To be honest, it was rather impressive in a "these fuckers deserve at least as much time in here as I've been given," kind of way.

After getting the other fox, Dimitri held my arm before I could leave. "Be careful. If it gets dangerous, just leave Jake and run." I nodded, but his grip didn't release. "I mean it."

"Yes, sir. I'll run if I have too." Dimitri ruffled my hair and I took off after Jake. I smiled to myself. The guilt was having an effect.

***

The llama lead us through the halls of the sprawling complex until I had no idea where I was. "Sir?" I asked the guard, "where are we going?"

"The library, dumbass. Don't you listen?"

Maybe this meant I was also taken off the six month probationary period and I might be able to rent a book. My tail swished at the thought. Soon those thoughts returned to Dimitri. It must have taken a lot for him to confess his illiteracy to me. It's not like he owed me an explanation for anything he did. His confession was purely voluntary. The notion made me smile. I wondered if he would be open to me teaching him to read...

We reached a set of double doors. Aside from the heavy duty locks, it looked normal enough. I couldn't say if what lay beyond could pass for a normal library, it was the twenty-first century after all. I don't think I've been in one since I was in school. There were rows of shelves, and a few tables. Nothing remarkable. Me and Jake took a seat while the guard signed us in. I looked at Jake.

"Do you think we'll have time to check out a book before we leave?" I asked the red fox. He gave me a blank look in reply. I don't care what Hash said, I did not think Jake was a good listener.

The guard finished signing something. "Back room. The one on the left. I'll be back when you bitches are done." He brushed the hair from his eyes and made a shooing gesture. Jake left without argument, I on the other hand, had to open my mouth.

"This is humiliating enough without getting called a bitch. We have names, you know."

The llama chewed something and brushed his floppy hair back again. "You want a writeup, smartass?"

"No, sir." I dipped my head and took off after Jake. I guess the llama was happy being an asshole.

Jake was waiting for me at the end of the rows of books. They were mostly legal texts and a smattering of tattered donations, too dated and worn for a "real" library. Through the shelves I caught a glimpse of a line of tables equipped with computers that looked about as current as the books. I made a quick mental note to see if I could get on one. My digital withdrawal was far from the most pressing concern I had, but it might be nice to get a fix, even if they probably didn't have internet.

Jake was staring at the far left door. The last of four such doors. If I remembered the orientation booklet that I'd almost memorized, there were rare opportunities for a fur to further his education if he fit the impossible criteria and knew who to bribe. These must have been the classrooms.

"Did you knock?" I asked. Jake shook his head no. I rapped twice. No reply. I tried the handle, there was a soft click as it opened. "Remember," I whispered to Jake, "Vince said this grizzly was too dangerous for one of us, so lets watch out for each other in there, ok?"

I was not filled with confidence at Jake's brisk nod, his eyes never leaving the door.

An amazing facsimile of what I could remember of my year at community college greeted my eyes when I pushed the door open. A dozen or so cheap desks with flimsy plastic chairs faced a scuffed whiteboard mounted to the wall. There was even a sappy motivational picture of a sprouting seedling. All that was missing was the massive hangover I'd always seemed to have.

"You're late," came an angry growl from the front of the room.

I jumped at the forcefulness behind the voice. Vince didn't lie when he said the grizzly would be Dimitri-sized. Even sitting behind the large work desk I could tell he would dwarf me and Jake. And when he stood, he looked a lot like an ursine version of the tiger, but the bear lacked the muscle definition, clay to Dimitri's marble. He pointed at the empty desks that faced him.

Jake rush to a seat, bumping into me in his attempt to squeeze past me as I stood in the doorway. I was less eager to put the bear between me and the door.

"Take a seat, pup," the Grizzly said to me.

As far as I knew, the whole teacher/student fantasy was pretty normal as far as those things went. But the fact that this was a prison, and I had no clue why the massive grizzly was locked up had my instincts flashing warning sirens that my common sense struggled to ignore.

I slowly walked in and took the desk next to Jake. The bear had that look of appraisal I was getting used to seeing on furs who were about to stick a cock in me.

The grizzly stalked the floor in front of us, oozing authority and captivating our eyes. Back and forth he paced before us, a grin starting to form. "Why don't we get to know each other with an anatomy lesson?"

He pulled off his big prison issued shirt, glaring at us until we followed suit. From the bulge in his pants, I could assume he liked what he saw.

"I'll make you a deal," he said with a wicked glint. "If either of you twinks have a bigger penis than me, I'll let you skip detention." He laughed to himself, then pointed to me. "You first, slowpoke."

He made me stand at the front of the room while he and Jake stared at me. I kicked off my shoes and fumbled with my pants. The irony wasn't lost on me that I'd had nightmares about being in school naked. If this wasn't so upsetting, I would have laughed. My pants slid down and I held my hands in an effort to retain some sense of propriety.

Jake was sent up next to me. I looked away as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. This was the second time today that he'd been naked in my presence. I wondered what he thought of that, if he thought of that.

The grizzly walked up to us, causing my muscles to tense in a fight or flight reflex. The smell of his earthy musk lingered with scent of his growing arousal. It grew stronger as he unzipped his fly. My jaw dropped at the sight of the grizzly's cock. He was uncut, the extra skin giving it the impression of rigid solidity. I clenched at the thought of him trying to fit that in me.

"Tell me, class, who has the biggest penis?"

"You do," I mumbled. Jake just pointed.

The grizzly tutted. "That won't do. You'll both address me as Mr Freyr, and speak in full sentences."

I glanced up from the rod. He looked serious. "You have the bigger dick," I sighed under my breath, "Mr Freyr."

We both looked to Jake who was still captivated by Freyr's impressive endowment. The red fox looked up, startled, "yours is the biggest, Mr Freyr," he said in a voice that was soft and scratchy from a prolonged period of silence.

"Do my pupils know how to pay proper homage to their superior?" he asked. His pants dropped around his ankles.

"W-would you like a blow job, Mr Freyr?" I asked, hoping to lead him away from any thoughts of trying anal with me.

"Don't be crude. Nothing stirs my blood more than a slut with poor manners." Before I could snarl at the insult, Freyr pointed at the floor and spoke, "kneel."

Me and Jake obeyed in unison. I jerked my head back, as the masculine pheromones grew into an almost overpowering intoxicant with my muzzle less than a foot away. Jake, on the other hand, embraced the primal effect Freyr was having on his senses, going so far as to lean forward.

"Worship it, as the virgin sacrifice once worshiped the golden idol."

Roleplaying a student was one thing, but virgins? I don't think there was a chance in hell Jake or me could ever pull that off convincingly. Never the less, submission was second nature to Jake and he sidled closer to Freyr on his knees, reverently pressing his muzzle to the base of the uncut cock. I heard Jake draw in a deep shuddering breath, before the wet sounds of soft kisses began to play on Freyr's sack.

"Are you a troublemaker? Should I teach you what corporal punishment means?" Freyr asked, looking down at me.

"N-no sir- Mr Freyr," I corrected myself. I leaned in, giving the nub that poked out of the sheath a quick lick. A damp salty burst of flavor fought with my sense of smell to see which could command my attention more forcibly. I gave a few more brisk licks, trying to get used to the taste before I began to experiment, seeking what Freyr liked with a professionalism that made me ashamed at all the times I'd been fired for having a bad work ethic. If those fuckers could see me now...

Jake was having similar ideas, looking for what Freyr would respond to. Our shoulders rubbed against each other as we each probed Freyr's length with soft drags of our tongues and occasional kisses. Freyr was in heaven.

I worked my way from the base, back to the tip tracing a vein along its underside when my tongue brushed over Jake's slick, hot darting appendage. I jolted away, snarling a warning at the red fox. Jake's ears flattened. I might have been overreacting, but I was not going to accidentally make out while sucking Freyr. Things were strange enough.

"No need to fight, pups, There's plenty to go around." Freyr put a hand under each our chins, forcing our heads up. "Tell me, class, does anyone know what a prostate is?"

I'd heard the word somewhere, but as I search my vast stores of useless information, Jake raised his hand. It was embarrassing how easily he took to his role in Freyr's fantasy.

"Good. Take your quiet tonge, and find mine." Jake scrambled behind the naked grizzly and I realised the bullet I just dodged. Freyr let go of my chin. "I will be grading both of your performances," he chuckled.

Without Jake to get in the way, I was sure I could get Freyr cumming and get the hell out of here before too long. I found the sensitive spot I was looking for in the foreskin shielding Freyr's head. He gave a wet gurgling moan as I caught the edge between my lips. My tongue explored the contours of this novel feature, eventually sliding in where the sheath overlapped the head. I pulled back at the concentrated taste I found there.

Rather than take offense at my gagging, Freyr seized the opportunity to delve deeper into his teacher fantasy and began lecturing me in terms more clinical and exacting on what I was swallowing then I wanted to hear. After forcing down his smegma I went back to taking long circular licks, slowly stretching my maw over his cock.

Jake must have been doing his part well, too. Sloppy, wet slurping noises, and incongruous bellows from the bear were only punctuated with brief coughing fits. I shuddered with the thought of what Jake must be enduring as he tongued Freyr's ass in search of the magic gland.

Freyr rocked back and forth between our two frantically working fox mouths. His damp cries of pleasure were reaching an ear ringing level. The sensitive front of his shaft was jabbing well past the back of my throat, stretching soft tissue that wasn't designed for this level of abuse. My eyes were watering from the pain and the rank air I was lucky to suck down every time the rhythm shifted Freyr's focus back to Jake.

In keeping with the grizzly's fantasy, time crept along like it would if I'd been getting taught calculus, possibly the only thing my spinning mind could think of that I'd less like to be doing now. Just when I hit the point where I thought I could take no more, Freyr roared in ecstasy, flooding my mouth in a hot syrup, his paw grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing me to swallow what felt like an unending geyser of cum.

A final pump and I was released, dropping to the floor, choking up a mouthful of jizz and swinging my arm blindly seeking my clothes. I spit out what I could, but my beaten gag reflex basicly told me to fuck myself, and refused to expel any more of Freyr's seed. Screw it, I thought, pulling close the first piece of my uniform I could snatch, I think Mr Freyr mentioned it was high in protein anyway.

My pants on, I spun to see Freyr, legs splayed wide, as he laid collapsed over the teachers desk. It amazed me to see the size of the dick I was able to fit down my mouth. I watched his broad chest rise and fall. He was fully spent and I wanted out before he could catch a second wind.

"Gehh...!" I rasped at Jake. I wanted to tell him to get his clothes on and run, but my throat muscles were still too loose, so I kicked his pants at him and pointed firmly to the door. Class dismissed.