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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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Foreword: This is set in the same universe as “The Fun Farm”. I am doing various stories in this universe as I explore it myself.

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“There’s someone in the house!” Jimmy Townsend whispered in a panic into the handset of the old landline phone he’d pulled off the small hallway table into the closet beneath the stairs with him. As nice as this place was, the mobile service was practically nonexistent. Thankfully there was still a working landline in the house, which at the time he’d spotted it had been a source of laughter, now it was his only lifeline.

What had started as a simple house-sitting gig to earn a few extra bucks, possibly even a private spot to spend the weekend with his girlfriend Sabrina, had quickly devolved into something out of a classic 90s horror movie.

Jimmy was an average red fox; at least as average as new breeds went. While they were allowed the freedom to move around and be somewhat autonomous, not everyone agreed with their freedom or even their existence. The Kennedy’s were one of the few wealthy families whom had advocated for the new breeds rights, something Jimmy was eternally grateful for. While there were still a lot of restrictions for his kind, compared to mankind’s history with giving various members of their own kind the rights and representation they deserved, the new breeds struggle had been far more swift and forgiving, with thankfully far less bloodshed and destruction. Even still, it was not an easy battle, nor was it anywhere near being won. After all, humankind still had not finished fighting their previous battles with their own kind yet.

It was uncertain whether it was due to the world changing on so many fronts at once, from emergent AI starting to walk the earth, the new breeds, as well as space exploration becoming more commonplace, but mankind was fighting desperately to maintain their hold on the world as they knew it. It was a very tenuous hold at best, with their population in decline, they would soon be outnumbered by androids and new breeds within the next century at most. They had ruined their own fertility by allowing the powers that be to decide to subject the masses to less than scrupulous medical companies, all in the name of greed. They’d all but given up on the physical world in their pursuit of technology, human families were becoming more of a rarity, while the new breeds inherited their pack bonding from strong genetic ties to their feral ancestors. Even just intimate relationships between the humans had suffered, corporate advertisers had convinced the youth that they were wrong to feel happy or content in their own skins, and that anyone whom did was wrong and out to get them. They sewed division among their own kind, not realizing the unending war they had unleashed on generations to come. Many of their victims hidden in plain sight, empty husks doing the bare minimum to stay alive, too afraid to die, but unwilling or unable to really live either.

The Kennedy’s house was out in the woods on an estate, it was just shy of being a mansion, but still small enough to not feel big and empty. It felt lived in, like a real home, as if the family made use of every space within these walls. It had felt warm and inviting when Jimmy had first arrived, but now it felt cold and lonely, even with the heavy footfalls of whomever was in the house with him.

“We have officers enroute, sir. Stay put and stay quiet, they will be there in three minutes” the calming voice confirmed. Three minutes had never felt so long before, a lot could happen in that time. Especially with the heavy footsteps starting to draw closer, the person was looking around the house, he could hear them opening drawers and moving things around in the next room.

Without thinking, he let out a ragged sigh, louder than he’d intended. His breath caught in his throat when the footsteps stopped mid-stride, as if the person was listening for more sounds. Jimmy’s blood ran cold when he heard the distinct squeak of a rubber heel against the wooden floor when the intruder turned toward his closet, and soon the sound of heavy steps began heading his way. Jimmy felt his heartbeat slow down, almost matching the pace of the footsteps heading toward him, heavy hammer falls against the inside of his chest, until he could see the steel capped boots standing right outside the closet door. There was a faint earthy scent coming from the person on the other side of the door, almost as if he were smelling the dry ground shortly before it rained…Petrichor he remembered it being called.

Someone was screaming, at least that’s what it sounded like with the blood rushing through his vulpine ears. No, it wasn’t a person, the sound was the wailing of sirens. Within moments red and blue lights burst through the stained-glass windows by the front door, casting shadows beneath the closet door. Without missing a beat, the feet turned and sprinted toward the back of the house a few moments before the police burst through the front door.

Jimmy had never been so relieved to see the boys in blue before. One of the officers stood beside the closet he was in and told him to stay put while his three colleagues searched the house. After an agonizingly long half hour, nothing was found, aside from signs of a forced entry through an upstairs bathroom window. The window was still open when the cops had searched, it appeared the intruder had left the same way he came. Even with the broken glass on the bathroom floor, there was no sign of blood. They suspected he must’ve worn gloves so there would be no fingerprints to see either.

Even after the crime scene investigators had been on site, they could not find anything worth following up on either, the best they could hope for was the patrols dispatched in the area finding someone wearing steel toed boots wandering around. Though given the area the house was in, most people wore those around there. Jimmy declined their offer to contact the Kennedy’s and let them know what was going on, after everything they’d done for not just him, but his kind in general, he didn’t want to disturb their vacation over something so minor. The police had assured him the suspect was probably long gone by now, with all the flashing lights in the area, it was very unlikely he'd return knowing he was being hunted.

By the time Jimmy was all alone in the house again, it was well into the early hours of the morning. Not that he could sleep, at least not yet. Even with the assurances that there would be a patrol car just down the road if he needed them, Jimmy had never felt so alone and vulnerable before.

Deciding to try to cheer himself up, the fox went downstairs to grab some ice cream and crisps, nothing better than junk food and corny romance movies to cheer himself up. Sitting in the Kennedy’s large four poster bed with the fancy intricately carved canopy, the plush covers pulled up high as he watched on their massive high-definition television, Jimmy started to feel better finally.

As he lay back, feeling the edges of sleep begin to tug at the corners of his eyes, the fox yawned wide and almost felt relaxed enough to fall asleep. His nose twitched as he caught a light earthy scent, something in the back of his mind making him think it must be about to rain probably. Just as his eyes began to close, a loud creak sounded from the canopy above him. The foxes' eyes snapped open as he stared up at the source of the sound, unsure if it was just his imagination or his state of barely being awake. The cops had searched this room after all, he must just be imagining it, right?

Something heavy rolled across the wooden canopy and dropped over the edge to the floor below with a loud thud. Jimmy stared wide eyed at the sight of a large beastly human, his large bushy beard streaked with white, his scraggly hair a mess as if he’d been lost in the woods for months. There was a deranged look in his eyes, as if he were reliving a nightmare. His clothes were dirty and tattered, looking, as if he’d been sleeping in the bushes the last few nights, perhaps he had judging by his earthy scent.

“Hello, Jimmy” the man said in a gruff voice which sounded like he’d smoked at least a pack a day.

“What do you want?” Jimmy whimpered as the stranger seemed to know his name and stared at him with malice.

“I was just going to rob the place, but you had to go and call the cops on me…bad pup!” The bear of a man snarled and reached out to grab at Jimmy. The fox tried to crawl away, over the bed to the far side, but the stranger had already grabbed him by one slender ankle painfully. Jimmy yelped at how easily he was hauled back over the bed and rolled onto his back, just in time to see a large fist heading for his face. He didn’t have time to raise his hands and block the blow, but it was hard enough to snap his head back painfully. But it was not over, the fist came down again and again, until everything went dark.

Jimmy awoke a while later, hearing a strange grunting sound from somewhere behind him. His tongue tasted blood, but when he tried to raise his hand to touch his mouth, he found his wrists were bound behind his back with something. When he tried to wrench them free, the pain from having his fur pulled made it obvious the stranger had used duct tape on him. Worse still was that he found his muzzle was bound as well, making it impossible to call for help, or even cry out. Jimmy could feel a couple of his teeth were loose from the earlier blows, no doubt his lips were cut which is why he tasted his own blood.

But that wasn’t the only pain he felt, there was an uncomfortable pressure both around his tail as well as beneath it. The fox’s ears lay flat back against his scalp when he realized what was happening, the stranger was gripping the base of his fluffy tail and roughly yanking it upward while he sheathed himself in the smaller fox carelessly.

“Haven’t had tail this tight since breaking in the newbies back in the pen” the stranger commented when he noticed Jimmy was awake, laughing mockingly as his hips slapped against his red furred behind. “If I’d known you furry fucks were this much fun, I’d have given it a go sooner. Guess you abominations are useful for something other than just roadkill” the stranger continued on.

Jimmy whimpered and whined through the duct tape around his muzzle as the stranger hammered himself in beneath the smaller fox’s painfully lifted tail. Considering he was a normal human, judging by the smell of him at least, Jimmy had the unfortunate luck of finding the one fleshy that felt like he was hung like a goddamn horse. Most foxes might’ve liked that in a partner, but he was not most foxes. Jimmy did not swing both ways even a little, he loved his girlfriend with all his heart. But here he was, bound and bent over the Kennedy’s large plush bed with a complete stranger forcing a telephone pole up his backside.

“Might need to get me a bitch of my own, just so I can do this again whenever I want…” the stranger huffed and groaned, grinding his smooth fleshy hips against Jimmys behind. The way the large man was starting to huff and grunt, along with his jerky motions, Jimmy knew he was getting close. He didn’t know which was the worse option, having the stranger cum inside him, or having him keep going.

The choice was not his to make however, soon he felt the jerky, almost rough thrusts into his aching asshole. With a sickening feeling, he felt the familiar sensation of the thick cock pulsing and throbbing inside him as the stranger climaxed. With a few last grinds and yanks to his tail, the large bear of a man finally withdrew himself from inside the bound fox. Oddly there was no warmth left behind, at least it seemed like he’d worn protection, a small mercy at least.

“Night night, bitch” Jimmy’s eyes went wide as the stranger rolled him over onto his back, large hands reaching up to grasp about his throat and begin squeezing. Jimmy pleaded and whined, his eyes begging for mercy, but the strangers’ hands only got tighter and tighter. “One less monster in the world…” was the last thing he heard before everything went dark. His last thought was of Sabrina’s smiling face, knowing he’d never get to ask her to marry him one day.

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“Welcome back…thought we’d lost you there for a minute” A smiling bearded face said down to him, bringing flashes back of the stranger.

“No…no more, please!” Jimmy yelped and tried to fight off the stranger, inadvertently scratching across the paramedics’ cheek and drawing blood.

“Easy…easy…you’re safe now, you’re safe. We’re here to help” The paramedic tried to reason, but all Jimmy could see was his bearded assailant.

“He’s gone feral…maybe we should…” One of the human officers motioned, drawing his thumb across his throat while nodding down at the fox.

“Fuck off, Dan! He’s been through a traumatic experience; you’d be the same if it were you. No one touches him, got that?” the bearded paramedic snarled at the others in the room, turning to glare at them all while putting himself between Jimmy and the armed officers. “Fur or not, he’s the victim here. Now go do your damned jobs and find the asshole that did this…”

Jimmy calmed a little as he listened to the fire in the paramedics’ voice, how this bearded man protected him. Not just someone he didn’t know, but a strange new breed, but that didn’t matter to his savior. The tears in his eyes washed away the image of the stranger, finally letting him see who the man was that had saved him, a new breed. “Bob?” Jimmy laughed, finding it funny that someone who saved his life and fought for a complete stranger was just simply named, Bob.