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Chapter 13: Alley cats

Pages 144-151

The club was closed for construction for the week once again. Chris was sure it had to do something with that new tank in the basement. Of course, there were all kinds of murmurs to its purpose. He wanted to ask Hunter if he knew anything about it, but they hadn't seen him all week. Chris had even made a point to see if he was in the gym on multiple occasions, but he was nowhere to be seen. Chris intended to apologize for the way they left him the last time they had seen him, but it is hard to do if you can't find him. He hadn't even heard the man make a trip to the bathroom once during the night. Of course, Marcus insisted to continue to run the porn as a slideshow every night, despite Chris' protests. Of course, the most upsetting news of the week was the club would be closed Friday night as well as Tuesday.

Chris and Marcus spent the afternoon wandering the service district's shops with no club to attend Friday night before meeting up with Leah and Kyra for dinner. Maya was still oddly absent. After eating at a 'gourmet' burger rescentaurant, the four parted ways. Chris noticed Marcus going towards Cole's and the girls were headed back to campus. He chose to take advantage of his new VIP status and take the rest of the evening to explore the residential district now that he had permission to do so. He had wanted to see the remainder of the city since arriving weeks ago. However, thus far he had only seen the University and service districts. He still had the factories, maintenance, and residential to explore.

As he wandered the gridded streets of the district, Chris took notes on the layout of the area and the houses. The district was split further into subdivisions. It had separate areas for canines, felines, equines, bovines, lapines, reptilians, aquatics, insectoids, and the other furs he had yet to see. Each subdivision had houses of a slightly differing design, which suited the occupants and the personalities they inherited from their animal side. The equine and bovine homes were short and stocky, while surrounded by grassy communal fields, which linked numerous houses together. He figured it gave the equines and bovines space to exert themselves. The feline homes were built more like tiered towers with open balconies and climbing walls. Many of the houses even lacked a ground-level entry. Therefore, only felines with their acrobatic agility could enter them.

Reptilian homes were sunk into the ground and topped with massive boulders, which served as heat rocks. They were covered in carved stone lounge chairs, which held the heat of the sun while they appeared to have additional heat from within by other artificial elements.

The aquatic homes were the most artistically designed, with flowing archways and all manner of curves and angled supports. The doors were like airlocks, with differential chambers beyond. The windows were thick glass, which held back the water that completely filled each home's interior. Chris could see the aquatics swimming within their homes through the arched windows with their snake-like lower halves propelling them through the water in a serpentine manner to appear graceful and eerie at the same time.

He found insectoids did not have individual homes. They resided in a large community building, which quite literally resembled an anthill made out of poured concrete, while being pockmarked with tunnel entrances at every angle and height. He was sure those very tunnels converged into various chambers and eventually spread out under the rest of the city. The thought occurred to him that it would not be at all difficult for insectoids to leave the city by subterranean means if they were so inclined to do so by means of bypassing the security measures of the dome entirely. Insectoids swarmed about the structure as they carried out their chosen tasks while conversing with one another or carrying food or water into the hive. They were crafting various items out of raw materials, and in some cases fornicating with one another, apparently without care for any onlookers. At least, Chris assumed they were fornicating from their thrusts and the noises they made. It could just as easily have been mistaken for fighting based on physical positions alone.

Once he finished his trip around the district, he made his way back toward the transit station, which would take him back to campus. He was winding once more through the narrow streets, which separated the odd homes when he entered the feline district again. It was closest to the transit station and the last leg of his trip. As he passed through a long alleyway, which was shadowed between two sets of towering feline homes, three felines stepped out from the buildings and into his path to bar his way. All were male, and all looked young. Most likely, they were not old enough for their first year at the University. Their matted and dirty greasy fur ranged from brown to black to mottled grey.

Chris cautiously turned to go back the way he came, before he found himself beset on by another three felines closing off the alley behind him. Once more, all were male and all looked like ragged strays. However, he recognized the one in the middle. It was the same male feline, which had been 'captured' by the canine male in the orgy event at the club. He was the same one who had sprayed his jet of cum on Chris' face as he tried to pull away from the dog's knot. He was taller and more muscular than the rest. Nevertheless, he was still a runt compared to Zack, Felix, or the other feline males Chris had seen. He was no taller than Chris was with a thin and wiry body. That feline stepped towards Chris while the rest remained behind where they stood with arms crossed at their chests.

"I'm Fence," Fence declared while raising his hand towards Chris in a gesture for a handshake. As Chris reached out to clasp hands with him, Fence twisted his arm around before shoving him to the hard ground. Chris coughed to blast the dirt near his mouth away in a grey puff. He immediately began struggling against his attacker. Fence wrenched his arm back further to twist it up and across his back until Chris felt like his shoulder would dislocate. He stopped his struggling as the pain overwhelmed him.

"I saw how you looked at me at the club the other night. Did my ass rape amuse you?" Fence whispered after he lowered his muzzle down to Chris' ear.

Chris shook his head while still panting. The pain was too much for him to voice his response.

"Really? Because from my point of view, you seemed to really enjoy it. In fact, I think that if you enjoyed watching it so much that maybe you'd enjoy being on the other end even more," Fence observed with a cynical laugh. Chris saw him grin out of the corner of his eye while the other felines were smiling and shaking their heads in agreement as well.

"After all, you're such a little cum slut. The way you go prancing about the club as if you're the special star, just because you're human. You moaned like such a whore while Felix plowed you. You even submitted to that little rat and you let him have his way with you. Who does that? No self-respecting cat would let a rodent near his tail hole," Fence continued with a voice laced with hatred.

The rest of them laughed while tossing various insults at Chris. Some of which he didn't understand. However, most were along the lines of 'rat cunt' and 'mouse toy'. Chris struggled to muster enough air to speak. "What do you want from me?" he grunted back at Fence.

"We..." Fence began with a smile as he gestured at the group. "Are the Alley cats, and this is our territory, which you've stumbled into rat cunt. Trespassing is a big offense around here, y'know. Now we've gotta punish you for your crime," he continued when he turned his attention back to Chris. He quickly recognized the look Chris shot back to him was one of mixed fear and confusion. "See, not all of my comrades here are allowed at the University. The professors don't like our kind. If we can't get into the University, we can't get into the club. I suppose I'm lucky in that regard. I can screw all the girls I want, assuming some harebrained dog doesn't lock me up. My friends on the other hand...," he continued to explain before he paused to gesture at the other five felines. "They are all pent up. Some of them haven't had real sex in weeks. Therefore they're gonna use you, little rat cunt, to relieve themselves. Maybe after we're all done fucking your little cum slut hole to our complete satisfaction, we'll let you crawl back to your college," he added with slight snarl.

Chris resumed his struggle as Fence finished. He bucked with all his strength in a futile attempt to dislodge Fence from his back and free his arm. However, the cat was too strong for him and held him firmly in place while the other felines closed in around him. They didn't bother to undress themselves. They simply unzipped their pants to allow their spined cocks to sprout forth from their fuzzy sheaths.

Fence inched up to sit on Chris' back and pin him down. He extended his claws to cut a slit in his captive's pants just big enough for the feline's cocks to slip through to their target. It was positioned directly above Chris' clenching anus.

Chris' only solace was that these felines were still young. He hoped none of them had cocks as long or as thick as Felix's had been. He was convinced if he could take the larger cat and live, he could take each of these. Chris focused on that thought as he closed his eyes and tried to retreat into himself to ignore his surroundings and the unraveling events to the best of his abilities.

Nevertheless, Chris failed to restrain his grunt as the first feline plunged into him four or five inches before the fuzzy sheath at its base pressed up against his backside. The inward thrusts were bearable and caused little pain or discomfort just as it had been with Felix. However, it was the outward withdraws which caused the spines lining the cat's prick to stick into the walls of his rectum to rasp at his insides like sandpaper. While ignoring the discomfort, Chris clenched his rear to clamp down on the prick as it retreated. The extra pressure against the spines was enough stimulation to force the feline into an early orgasm. He felt the cat thrust back into him while bucking his hips and groaning as he fired hot spurts of liquid into Chris' bowels. Chris smiled once he realized that if he concentrated he could end this ordeal quickly by forcing each cat to cum within a few short thrusts.

He did the same with the second feline, who had a longer but thinner prick, which made it much more difficult for Chris to grip him. Nevertheless, within a half dozen prodding thrusts, he managed to coax his rapist to climax to feel another load of hot, sticky cum spray inside of him. The process repeated itself with the third, fourth, and fifth, before Fence instructed them to hold Chris' arms down while he unzipped his own pants to take up a position behind his captive.

Despite still being smaller than Felix, Chris recognized Fence's cock was larger than any of the other felines present. He also had more self-control while his spines were sturdier and larger than the rest as well. Despite Chris' efforts to butt-clench Fence to an early orgasm, the calico kept riding him while plowing in hard and quick only to pull back out in slow agonizing torment with his cock pulsing as he exhumed it from Chris' passage. Chris knew this was in order to force his penile spikes outward and cause the most discomfort possible. Chris yelped as he tried to clench against the invading cock once more to no avail.

"You milk cocks like a true cum slut. However, I've got more practice at this than my companions here," Fence boasted with a hearty laugh before he reached underneath Chris. Fence wrapped his fur-covered hand around Chris' cock to grip it as hard as he could. He started stroking it in time with his own thrusts. His extended claws dug into the tender meat. Each claw tip drew tiny rivulets of blood where they pressed against the skin.

The combination of pain and the unbidden pleasure that the six felines had forced on Chris broke his concentration. He groaned as his own member expanded and contracted rapidly to press against the claws that gripped it while blasting ropes of cum between his belly and the hard dirty ground. His orgasm caused his ass to clench and release Fence's rod with each spurt, and with that, Fence grunted and began unloading his own spunk into his bowels.

Once Fence had spent himself, he and the other felines left while continuously tossing insults back at Chris as he lay on the ground in defeat. Chris' pants were soaked through with the blending spunk of his attackers. He had numerous rips and tears, which ran down the sides of his torso and legs where the claws of the felines had rent his clothes asunder with the intensity of their lovemaking. His ass hurt. His cock was sore and raw as well as crusted with drying blood while his attempts to escape had left his muscles exhausted and unable to support him.

After what felt like hours of lying in the dirt, Chris heard a gasp before he saw a blur of white out of the corner of his eye as someone rushed to him. All he heard was a feminine voice mutter "You poor thing!" as the unknown Samaritan put Chris' arm around her shoulder to support him enough to walk him out of the alley into a nearby building.

When Chris regained his consciousness, he was laying on a cool leather couch with Jessi, the feline model he had met at Cole's store. She was sitting in a chair next to him offering him a cup of tea. "Here, drink this. It'll wake you up. I bandaged some of the cuts on your arms and legs, and on your...," she explained before she motioned between his legs. "Your backside looks pretty raw but you'll be fine. Do you know what happened?" she asked with genuine concern.

Chris recanted to her what he could remember of the encounter while omitting the more graphic memories of the ordeal.

Jessi shook her head and sighed at the mention of Fence's name as well as the term 'alley cats'. "The 'alley cats' as they like to call themselves are just a bunch of punk kids with nothing better to do all day than cause trouble around here. They like to tag buildings, usually with obscene pictures or phrases. They've been known to assault some of the other residents. They seem to revel at pestering the canines in particular. However, they run with tails tucked whenever they're outnumbered. Unfortunately, there's no local police force in Furton, and the soldiers don't care enough to come in here and bring a little order to the district. We have only one security personnel in the whole city and he is required to remain at the entrance," she said before taking a sip from her own cup.

They continued to talk while Chris finished his tea, and with no small amount of flirting on Jessi's part, before she helped him to the transit station around the corner.

***

Marcus jumped out of his chair when Chris stumbled into their dorm room. He noticed the bruises and cuts and was curious about what had happened.

Once more, Chris relived the story. He explained the attack and rape while mentioning Fence and the Alley cats.

"Get some rest, and don't worry. We'll get back at Fence for this. Half of the club will be keen on repaying him. They have already been looking for him for something else. If he's smart, he won't show up again. What happens at the club is different. Everyone knows the chance they take there. That is the purpose of the club," Marcus assured with a wince as he pat his roommate on the shoulder with a heavy paw. He didn't like talking about it, no one did. However, the club's purpose was partly to prevent things like this from happening.

Chris almost asked why they were looking for him, but his exhaustion won out over his curiosity as he crawled into his bed.