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The second part of my Fursona's story. WARNING! Just so i don't catch crap about this, there is a few references to underage sex and alcohol in this story, just not enought that i felt they should be included in the keywords. Again, enjoy,

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About a month after the lions gave my people food, things were going great. The disease plaguing my pack was all but eradicated thanks to the help of the lioness shaman. My father, the Alpha Male, had recovered from the disease, although he was getting old, so it was only a matter of time before I had to take his place and claim a mate to be the alpha female.

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My uncle, Beowulf, had disappeared a couple weeks ago. No one knew where he went, and no one outside of my father and I really cared. He was older then my father, and was supposed to take the title of Alpha upon his father's death. But he gave up the honor to be with another male. My tribe accepted homosexuality, and some of us even worshipped a gay deity.

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But, due to the fact that homosexuals prefer not to have sex with the opposite sex (big surprise, right?), they could not continue the line of alphas. This leads to a very lengthy, and sometimes bloody, situation where the pack picks a new alpha. Therefore, homosexuals cannot hold the title of Alpha. And any Alpha discovered to be gay is quickly stripped of any respect he once had from the pack.

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Yeah, everything was going great. Until that one faithful night that changed my life forever...

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I was lying in a field outside the village. There had been a large party celebrating the coming of the fall season, and I had drunk a lot of a drink equivalent to alcohol, and fell asleep. I woke up in a daze to some one slowly rubbing my thigh. There was just enough light to see that it was a wolf, but I could not see any features.

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"Ugh... Wha- who are you?" I asked. The figure just gently put a finger to my lips, telling me not to talk. They then proceeded to lift up my loincloth, exposing my member, and put my hands behind my back. After gently rubbing my sac so that my tip was showing, the wolf bent down and proceeded to suck on it. I moaned softly as I felt the warm mouth envelope my cock as it slid out of its sheath. I noticed vaguely that the wolf was missing their top left fang. Something did not seem quite right, but I was too hung over to figure it out. And it felt so good! Then the figure suddenly stopped.

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I looked up at them as they looked down at me. Then, slowly, they began to undo their loincloth, let it drop. I watched as they slowly walked over me and squatted down, maneuvering my penis so that they could insert it into themselves. Again, I got a feeling something was not right. But then they quickly sat down on top of me, taking my whole cock in at once, the saliva efficiently acting as a lubricant. Putting their hands on my chest, they began to rock back and forth.

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I could not help but to moan loudly. I was only 17 at the time, and a virgin, saving that experience for when I became Alpha, as was tradition. I had masturbated before, but this felt different, better.

Then the figure moaned, a deeper moan then should come from a female.

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"What the-?" but they quickly gagged me with their loincloth and used the straps to tie my mouth shut. I tried to free my hands, but the figure had put their knees on my arms so that I could not. Oh, gods! This isn't right! Who the fuck is this? I thought, as the figure wrapped their hand around their own member and began to beat off to the rhythm of his rocking.

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We climaxed at the same time, the male on top of me screaming as loud as he could, slamming my knot into himself and unloading onto my face. That's when it hit me.

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I knew this male. Have known him all my life. He was a member of my own pack.

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"GET OFF ME, YOU FUCKER!" I yelled. I could hear my pack exiting their teepees, come running to investigate.

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"Oh, but Haruki... I'm knotted to you. I can't. You're doomed to face disgrace and ridicule! JUST LIKE I FACED! You took your position for granted! NOW YOU'VE LOST IT!" With that, the male laughed insanely, the type of laugh that escapes when some one's plan for revenge is beginning to work perfectly.

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I could hear my pack walk up, form a circle around us. Some had torches; all were looking at the male and I with shock.

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Still knotted to me, my uncle, Beowulf, bent down and licked his cum off my face.

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"Well, my nephew, future Alpha Male of the pack, how'd-" He never finished. My father had grabbed the shaman's staff and swung it like a bat, hitting my uncle in the side of the head. I felt blood splash my face as Beowulf fell to the side, ripping my knot out of him.

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"Take my brother to my tent. I will deal with him personally. Shaman, take my... son... to his tent and put him to bed. Give him something to knock him out." Muttered my father softly. "The rest of you are to return to your homes. Now." It was an order not to be questioned. To do so would invoke the anger of my father.

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My uncle groaned softly as two males picked him up. I stood up shakily, still under the effects of the drink from the party. The shamans, wolf and lioness (who had stayed in order to exchange knowledge with our shaman) quickly grabbed my arms and began to lead me to my tent. As I walked by my father, I looked at him. His eyes were still dull from the disease, but still I could not see the love in his eyes that he had once felt for me. Groaning softly, I let my head drop.

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It was a couple days before my uncle was put under trial for his actions. He was strapped to a wooden harness in the middle of the settlement, naked, arms and legs spread wide. He knew what was about to happen to him, but still he smiled evilly at the pack.

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My father appeared, holding a ceremonial bone sword. The blade was covered in dried blood. As he walked past me, he placed his hand on my shoulder. When I did not look at him, he squeezed, hard. His grip brought tears to my eyes, but still I did not look at him. Finally, he jerked me so that I was forced to look at him.

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"If what you told me is true, you have the right to punish your uncle." He spoke in a monotone, as if he didn't dare show emotion.

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"No, father, I will not." I only said this because I did not wish to be near my uncle, but I could tell by my father's reaction he took it differently.

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It was a second before he replied. "Very well." He said, and walked away. Stopping by one of his trusted helpers, he whispered in her ear. The female looked at me, then back to my father, and nodded. I could tell she was shocked, and did not like what she was told. As soon as my father walked away, she disappeared into the crowd, only to appear a second later behind me. She put both hands on my shoulders.

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"Haruki, I don't know what you told your father, but I have been ordered to watch you, make sure you witness Beowulf's punishment. I am also to make sure you stay here, in order for your father to speak with you after this is over" She told me. I tried to remember this female's name, but couldn't.

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" My brethren. Today we pass judgment on Beowulf, Former Member." A small murmur went through the crowd. To be labeled a Former Member means you are no longer a member of the pack, a huge disgrace.

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"My son, Haruki, will come forward, and tell his side of the story." My father said softly, looking at the female who had hold of me. Her and I both gasped slightly before she gently ushered me forward so that I was standing in front of my father. I stared at my father for a full minute before turning around and recounting what happened.

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When I was done, the female again ushered me back to my original position, but only after whispering something to my father. She did not mean for me to overhear, but I did. She told my dad he was sick for making me do that. My father just growled softly and looked at us.

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As I stood and watched my father address my uncle, I felt some one step in front of, and lean against, me. I looked down and saw my little brother, Akakios. He is only seven, but still one of my greatest friends. He looks up at me, and I can tell he is worried, but still he smiles at me. I smile back, and I could feel my eyes fill with tears.

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"You shouldn't be here, Akakios. This isn't the place for little children." I whisper, kneeling down so that I could look at him eye-to-eye.

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Bearing his teeth, he growled slightly. "I'm not a little kid. And I waned to be here with you. I know Uncle hurt you. I may not understand how," he winked, he knows, and has done (I caught him messing with one of his female friends), more then he lets on, "but I know he did. I want to be with you." I couldn't help it. I broke down. Wrapping my arms around my little brother, I cried into his shoulder. Smiling awkwardly, he waved at the woman in charge of watching me. "Hello, Shamira."

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"Beowulf. You have heard the accusations placed against you, and my feelings on this matter. What is your side of the story?" my father asked loudly, so that the whole group could hear.

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"Well, ‘Brother', your precious son lied!" A gasp spread throughout the group, and I felt my little brother tense up. "He asked me to fuck him. He asked me to spray my tainted load all over his virgin face. He WANTED it!"

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The crowd burst into sound. I stood up quickly and stared at my uncle, too shocked to deny his accusations. I did not see Akakios running toward our uncle until it was too late.

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"YOU LYING MOTHERFUCKER!" my brother screamed, and punched Beowulf in the crotch as hard as he could (which is quite hard. He is the reason another pup only has one testicle). Beowulf, in turn, threw up on my little brother. Akakios stood there for a second, right ear twitching, before punching his uncle in the stomach and walking back to me. My father stood in shock, looking between my uncle, the vomit on the ground, and his youngest son.

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"Uh... Well... I guess we know his point of view on this matter..."

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"Sir, the trial." A male wolf said.

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"Right. Beowulf. I do not know what your judgment should be. Therefore, I leave it to the pack. All those who believe my son's story, say so now." I heard ayes, Akakios' being the loudest. "And those who believe Beowulf?" More ayes. Akakios looked at me in shock as I fell to my knees. The pack sounded evenly divided.

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My father looked at the pack, then at me, then to Beowulf. He did not know what to make of the ordeal. "You all know the shame my brother carries on his shoulders. You all know my son, the future Alpha male of this pack, and how careful he has been to make us proud of him and trust him. I shall ask again. Those of you who believe Haruki, my son, form a line to the left of Beowulf. Those who believe Beowulf, to the right."

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Murmuring softly, the pack did as they were told, except for Akakios and the female standing behind me. My father went down the lines, counting individuals in each. Then he did so again. After he was done the second time, I could see him begin to breathe heavily.

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"Thirty-two for Beowulf. Thirty for Haruki. Akakios, Shamira, I ask you to cast your vote." My father said softly. Without hesitation, Shamira walked over to the line left of Beowulf. Akakios said his vote should be obvious, considering what he was covered in, and joined Shamira."

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"That makes Thirty-two for your bastard son." Commented Beowulf, which earned him a punch to the jaw by my father.

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"You forget my vote, brother!" the alpha male yelled. Raising the bone sword still in his hand above his head, he yelled, "I vote for my son," and swung the sword down. Beowulf screamed as his sheath and cock fell to the ground. The two shamans quickly ran up. One, the wolf shaman, took the penis and stuck a knife through the base, then threaded a cord through it. The other took a strong smelling paste and rubbed it onto the wound, then departed. The paste promotes healing, but stings like hell. Beowulf gasped and bit his lip.

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"The pack is to return to their dwellings. I will deal with my son. Akakios, Shamira, please stay." My father said loudly.

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As I watched the pack leave, those who believed me looked at me. Some were crying, wishing there was more they could do. some reached out to touch me, andi gratefully returned the gestures. The ones who believed Beowulf smiled and glared at me. The pack's shaman brought my uncle's cock to my father and handed it to him. He then left.

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My father looked at the phallus in his hand, walked over to me. "I'm sorry, Haruki. But the pack voted, and I can do no more." He quickly looked away and rubbed his eyes. When he looked back at me, he had tears in them. He put the cord with the cock on it around my neck and tied it so that I could not take it off.

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"Akakios, say good bye to your brother, then go to your tent." My father whispered, not daring to talk louder for fear his voice would break. Sobbing openly, Akakios wrapped his arms around me and squeezed so hard my back cracked. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed the only clean spot on his forehead. "I love you, my brother. Never forget that. And remember what I have told you, ok?" I whispered.

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It took a couple seconds, but Akakios finally got himself under control enough to speak. "I love you too, Haruki. ‘Don't be afraid to show your emotions to anyone but your enemies. Showing emotion does not make you weak; it makes you a man. Show your emotions.' I remember."

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"Good. Remember that. Now listen to your father. Go to your tent." Squeezing him one more time, I released him and pushed him towards his destination.

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"'Your father', you told him. Not ‘our father'. Why?" Shamira asked.

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"Because I no longer have a father, am not member of this pack. Am I, Nuada?" I asked, looking at my father.

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Nuada, Alpha male, looked at me in shock, then quickly embraced me. "You will always be my son, Haruki! Remember that! I am sorry I ever doubted your words!" he then released me. Without looking at him, I nodded, then turned and began walking away from the village.

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The last thing I heard of my father's voice was "Oh, Shamira, what have I done?" before he fell to his knees and cried.

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