Kool Kat Chronicles, Chapter Four: Reasoning With the Unreasonable
#5 of Kool Kat Chronicles
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Kool Kat Chronicles, Chapter Four: Reasoning With the Unreasonable.
James clawed softly into his backpack in the passenger seat of his Uncle's pick-up truck, as it sped down the road. He didn't dare look behind him, didn't dare look at Christie.
"You alright, boy?" Bob looked over to James, a frown on his hardened old features.
James looked to his uncle and nodded, "Get your eyes back to the road before we crash..."
Bob laid a swift smack across James's muzzle. James winced, he expected it, but damn... It hurt.
"Boy, just 'cuz you gettin' too big for me to whoop you, don't me I ain't able to slap the hell outta you."
"Whatever..." James muttered under his breath. Bob grunted.
"Get your stuff ready kids we're almost there." Bob announced, glancing at Christie in the back seat.
"Okay, Uncle Bob."
James suppressed a hiss. That voice, ever since last night she disgusted him. Her voice, her look, her whole person was vile.
Bob stopped the car as they pulled up to the school, James jumped out without a single word to either his sister or Uncle.
Christie watched as her brother jumped out and sped toward the school. She frowned at him, she had no remorse for what she had done and didn't care about her brother's feelings, they never had anything. She just wanted his dick. The only thing that bothered her was... Why didn't he know that?
She sighed and got out, bidding her Uncle good bye.
By the time Christie had gotten out of the truck, James was already early for class, being sure to put on his most convincing smile.
Soon the rest of the class filled the room, including Christie, and Felis began to lecture the students on their lessons for the day.
James stared in silent hatred to his teacher, wishing him hate filled curses and swears under his breath.
He hated him. His teacher screwed Christie, he was the enemy.
Meanwhile, Christie looked back at her brother, signs unnoticeable to anyone else were clear to James's sister, he was mad.
She sighed and tucked a lock of her long blue hair behind her ear, laying down her head. She wasn't in the mood for this shit.
Felis finished his lecture and handed out each student his or her individual work in packets. He looked across the room, Christie was asleep. He didn't care; he was passing her either way.
James was... Looking at him a bit too intensely. "Eyes on your work, James."
James smiled softly and nodded his head, "Yes, sir."
Felis continued to look around the room, everything seemed alright. No one seemed to have any problems.
And it was so that the end of the day came, almost too quickly, it seemed.
Christie began to walk out the door, also too quickly. Felis tried to stop her.
"Christie, don't you think you should stay so we can... review your lessons?"
She frowned at him. "No, I don't think I should."
She walked out, and I'm sad to say that Felis never saw her again after that day.
James, however, did stay after class. "Excuse me, Felis?"
"Yes, James?"
"I have something I'd like to ask you, if we could first walk to your office?"
Felis scratched his chin, as if to think his answer through. "I don't see why we couldn't head on up there James..."
James smiled; he would soon get his vengeance.
"James, do you know why your sister left so early?" Felis asked. "She was supposed to stay today so we could have one of our conferences."
James shook his head. "I haven't the foggiest, sir."
"Oh well...," Felis smiled. "You two really have matured in the last year, Christie has gotten better about her... problem, and you're both starting to get taller on me." He finished with a soft chuckle.
James frowned to himself. Why? Why did Felis have to go and do this?
Felis was the closest thing to a father that James had had in many years, he just couldn't understand why, or even how, Felis could betray him like that.
Felis opened the door to his office, keeping it held open for James. He smiled as James walked through.
James stood by and let Felis pass him on his way to the desk, he watched as Felis laid his keys on a random chair, feeling at home enough with James in the room to do so.
It was a mistake, James quickly swiped up the keys and locked the door, Felis only tilted his head. "James, what are you doing?"
The large black feline frowned as the smaller blue feline answered by giving him the finger and shoving the keys in his pocket.
"Now just what the hell do you think you're doing, James?"
James growled. "What am I doing? What the fuck do you think you're doing? You've been fucking my sister!" He pointed an accusing finger at his teacher.
Felis's eyes went wide for a split-second, before closing with a sigh. "How did you find out..."
"She fucking called your name out in orgasm! You sick fuck!" James was beginning to yell, his teeth bared in hate and anger.
Felis stood up, walked boldly over to James and stood in front of him. "You need to calm down, James."
James closed his eyes; he just couldn't stand this anymore. "Just shut the fuck up!" He roared in anger and brought back a fist, pushing it forward with every bit of force his arm could muster, laying a hard punch across the muzzle of his teacher.
Felis turned his head; he hadn't seen the punch coming. He stumbled backward somewhat and whimpered. "James you stop this right now! I'll call the police!"
James hissed. "Liar! I'll tell them all about you! If I'm arrested for assault then you'll be arrested for rape!"
This time Felis screamed at James. "It wasn't rape you asshole, she came on to me!"
James's fists were so tightly clenched that his claws dug into his palm painfully, he hardly noticed, if at all he did. "You liar..." he managed to whisper out, his voice breaking.
"James, listen to me. Your sister began coming on to me after the first few lessons, we made very little progress. I don't think she even wanted to be cured." Felis began. "There's only so much I can take before I give in, James..."
James sank to his knees, tears slowly escaping his eyes. "Stop... Just stop..." he whispered out, his eyes closed tight. He punched the floor. He punched it again. As if he couldn't stop he kept punching the floor, he punched and punched, until his knuckles began to bleed softly through his fur. The pain was a release and James needed more. He stood and punched the walls. He picked up a chair and tossed it, not caring where it landed. "This is fucked up!" he screamed.
Felis watched, his eyes wide in terror. Many years had he had his degree in psychology, he had never seen such a reaction from patient or student alike before. Yet he made no move to stop James, and he watched. He watched as the bloody knuckled young feline tore his way through the room, he simply watched. Not knowing what to do.
In what seemed like an eternity later, James stopped, sinking once more to his knees, then falling to his side. He curled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, a clear fetal position.
Felis didn't know what to do. He walked over to James again and sat aside him. "James... I'm so sorry..." He looked around the room, chairs turned over and a hole in the wall, afew papers scattered across the floor. The carnage of a teen misguided.
Then, he looked at James, the very misguided teen that had caused the carnage. He saw as under James's eyes, tears flowed nonstop, the fur matted down from all of his crying. James's knuckles were also matted, but they were matted with the deep dark red of blood. Blood self inflicted through James's anger.
But then, Felis did something that James would never forget. Felis leaned over and hugged James. Felis hugged James like he'd never hugged anyone before. James's tears began to stop flowing and a small smile even crept onto his face.
"James," Felis began, not taking his arms from around his student. "I am so sorry, I shouldn't have done what I did with your sister."
James pulled from the hug and stood up, reaching out his paw to help Felis up as well. Felis coughed softly and grinned, taking his students paw and standing up.
James stood there silently, looking around the room, at all he had done.
"I... Think I should go..."
Felis nodded as James walked out the door, and they would never see eachother again either.
For James the walk home was slow. He used the extra time to reflect on the days experiences, not even aware that his sister had just arrived home...
***
Bob Kat stood in the kitchen, staring through the door as Christie walked in. "I'm home Uncle Bob!" She called out, before seeing him right there, staring at her. "What're you doing?"
Bob didn't answer, "Where's the Muttfucker?"
Christie sighed softly and laid her backpack on the couch. "James stayed after school to do something."
This was good, Bob thought to himself. This removed all obstacles from his path instantly. He could finally do what he'd wanted to do for a long time.
He walked over to Christie and stood in front of her. He grabbed her by the hair and gave a hard tug.
"Bob!" Christie shrieked. "That hurts!"
"I don't give a damn you little bitch! C'mere!" Bob threw her to the ground by her hair, setting one large booted footpad on her stomach to hold her down. He undid his pants and let them slide down. He kicked the foot that was on Christie, only letting it off of her long enough to take his leg from the pants.
He straddled his large frame atop Christie, ignoring her cries of fear and horror at what was happening to her. "Bob stop! Please!"
Bob merely growled and slapped her. "Don't you dare ever call me Bob again! I am your uncle you ungrateful whore!"
Bob reached under his rear and ripped off his niece's skirt, quickly along with the panties, exposing her bone dry crotch.
"Aren't you pretty..." Bob chuckled as he slid his paw up Christie's shirt, groping and squeezing his niece's breast. Christie whimpered and closed her eyes; it was happening all over again...
Bob leaned down and began to kiss her, grinning menacingly to himself as his tongue slid into Christie's mouth.
Christie gasped and let out a soft growl, her teeth closing down on Bob's top lip and tongue, she refused to let this happen again. Bob rose up his paw and punched Christie painfully in the side; she unclamped her teeth instantly with a yelp.
Tears sprang from her eyes, but she wasn't going to give up without a fight. She squirmed and screamed, hoping someone might hear, but with each and every cry for help Bob answered it with a punch, bite, or even with screaming back.
He finally ripped her shirt off, and stood up, taking off his shirt and boxers, his hard cock stabbing into the air as the boxers fell. Christie stood as if trying to run but Bob merely pushed her back down to the floor and straddled her again.
Christie's crotch couldn't have been anymore dry than it was when Bob forced his was inside of her, making it all that much more painful as she screamed out.
She began to bleed, Bob only noticing the blood to be lubrication for his shaft as he began to rape his niece. He didn't care. He paws were at her shoulders, and his claws dug deep into the flesh, scratching her and causing her shoulders to ache painfully as they too began to bleed.
Christie was beyond the point of pain and could no longer scream finding no voice with which to cry out, her throat hurt from screaming anyway.
Bob pulled back, his shaft sliding slowly out of Christie's tight passage. Christie's hopes were up at that point, hoping her uncle was going to stop, stop all the pain. That thought and all other hopes vanished as Bob pushed back in with a grunt.
Christie had one hope left, her brother. He just had to get home soon...
***
James stretched softly and continued walking. He squinted softly and picked up his pace as he saw his Uncle's house in the distance.
At that moment in time, he was unknowing, unaware of the pain and horror awaiting him at his Uncle's house. So he just hummed softly to himself as he tread down the road.
He entered his yard, and then he heard it.
A scream.
It was soft at first, but it was enough to make James to break out into a run all the way to his door, he dug around in his pocket for his extra key and took it out, opening the door.
As if in slow motion it all began to happen. James witnessed Bob on top of Christie, Christie screaming in pain.
It was like every last bit of anger James had ever felt welled up once more inside of him as he decked the strongest punch he'd ever made in his life across his uncle's fat muzzle.
He ran to the phone and dialed 9-1-1
There was a noise, a sharp pain in the back of his head and then James's whole world went black...
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Proffesor Kool Kat