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Chapter 1: Donnie and Opal

“Hurry up, Donnie,” June slammed her hand on the horn a few more times, “The lines are gonna get too long!”

“I know, I know,” Donnie opened his front door and waved at the general direction of his parents before sprinting towards the parked red car, “I’ll be back tonight, guys! Bye!”

“You take longer to get ready than any girl I’ve ever met,” June chastised as he slammed the door shut, “Must be a coyote thing, eh?”

Donnie rolled his eyes and kissed the feline girl on the side of her head, pulling the passenger side visor down to block out the sun that already started forming purple spots in his vision, “That’s racist, you know.”

“Oh, and you didn’t find it racist asking if pumas have spikes in their pussy like guys have on their dicks?” June shifted the car into drive and pulled away from the curb, a smirk on her face, “Or asking if that’s why we don’t date other pumas.”

“Hey, to be fair,” Donnie lifted a finger in the air, “They didn’t say it was only feral cats with the spikes in biology. And you’re the only one I know, so fuck you.”

“Maybe after the movie, I’m driving right now. And if we miss even one second of the movie, I will follow through on my pegging threat and rip you a new ass hole!” June turned her head and stuck her tongue out before wincing slightly with a slight whine.

Donnie’s smile dropped, “You alright, hun?”

“Yeah, just cramps,” She shook her head, “One hell of a week, I tell you.”

Donnie gritted his teeth but kept quiet, instead reaching over and squeezing his girlfriend’s shoulder. She leaned her head onto his hand for a moment before turning her attention fully to the road ahead of her. Donnie and June had been together for three years, ever since June moved into the city from some dying town on the far outskirts of the county. Having both graduated high school and having one summer left to themselves before going to separate colleges across the city from each other, and knowing full well even this ten mile distance mixed with their intended course load would keep them apart for weeks at a time, they had been fornicating like rabbits. Of course, with the eagerness of youth, you tend to make mistakes, and the plan B pill didn’t take kindly to June. Donnie couldn’t help but feel responsible for June’s discomfort, though he knew it wasn’t his fault for the defective condoms given away at the music festival.

Within a few minutes, they made it to the theater, June locked the door as Donnie reached for his handle, “Remember. This is a family movie. Keep it civil, ‘kay?”

“Hey, that was your fault last time,” Donnie protested, “Besides, I actually wanna watch this one.”

June rolled her eyes and pulled up the lock on the door, pressing her tail-end to the window to close it but keeping her posterior pressed to the window for a couple seconds too long. Donnie sighed as he manually unlocked his own door and silently congratulated himself for thinking ahead and wearing jeans today instead of the sweatpants he was planning on. Walking around the car, he grabbed June around the waist, giving her a quick peck on the cheek as they walked towards the theater around the block.

“See, now look what you’ve done,” They turned the corner and saw a line of at least thirty people waiting in a haphazard queue, mostly children with their parents, “You just had to take forever to get ready.”

“Oh, hush, we got here early anyway,” Donnie shook his head. This was a lot of people for a matinee, and he had taken some extra time in the shower expecting a smaller crowd, forgetting that school being out also meant the tinies were also out. But how many people had Wednesdays off work?

They stood in line for a while, pretending to make polite conversation after the first three double entendres netted them disgusted looks from some of the parents in line—though June made a quiet comment about the two men behind them whispering raunchy and much less clever flirtations to each other as their kid terrorized the family behind them with unwarranted information about some children’s program on tv. They were four parties from the front when June patted his arm, “Is that a vibrator or is your phone going nuts?”

Smiling off another glare from the parents whose child asked what a vibrator was, Donnie pulled his phone out of his pocket to see seven missed calls—four from his mom, three from his dad—and a text from each of them:

Are you alright?

Please please please text if you’re okay.

“Huh, my parents are flipping shit,” Donnie shook his head and began typing back a reply in a group chat, Yes, I’m fine! Wut r u 2 on?

“Oh, come on, you’re not seventeen anymore,” June groaned as her own phone buzzed, “Ugh, I swear.”

Thank God, come home now!

Our calls are not going through anymore.

Y? Is evrythng ok?

The next text was a link to a video, however he could not get it to load properly, getting nothing but blurry shapes and fuzzy text.

They’re everywhere. Please be careful, even if you can’t make it home, just be safe.

Donnie’s ears pricked up as sirens in the distance sounded. Then more. Ambulance. Police. He turned back to June to see a horrified look on her face, “Junie?”

She pressed her hand to her mouth and turned shaky phone towards him. On the screen was a text from her father with a picture attached, a picture of a large, stringy looking creature, looking to be made entirely of muscle and sinew, staring at the photographer with wide eyes and mouth agape with a red rope-like thing hanging from its teeth. The text simply said, This thing is outside house. Dont come home. It already ate the neighbor. B safe.

“What in th--” Donnie couldn’t finish the sentence as the wolf child behind him screamed, one of his fathers on the ground shaking violently. A seizure? The man’s husband, an orange furred cat, dropped down, attempting to pin him down, but just a second later, a razor sharp talon exploded out of the seizing man, the force heavy enough to pierce through the other man, exiting out through his back as the wolf child ran forward, screaming, running past the woman trying to keep him from getting too close. A second talon erupted from the man on the ground, tearing through the cat’s chest, both talons wiggled and jerked as a wet ripping sound filled the air until the cat tore in half, long strings of red viscera emptying out over talons.

“Daddy!!” The child screamed and rushed forward. June leaned forward as if to grab the wolf boy, but Donnie grabbed her by the arm just as a third and fourth talon lashed out, one piercing straight through the child’s forehead, and the other sweeping across his neck, cleaving it completely off his shoulders and leaving the body to crumple to the ground.

Donnie dragged June back, pulling her away as she wretched what little she may have had in her stomach onto the pavement. With little else to do, he swiveled her around and forced her to run with him back to the car, which seemed to be what everyone else was well in the process of doing. After a second, June seemed to snap out of her horror and ran with him, then speeding past him and pulling him along instead.

They stopped at June’s car, a family of foxes attempting to start their car two spaces down with no luck, the starter clicking over and over and the engine chugging. Looking back, Donnie could see the same thick tendrils with talons at the ends curl around the brick wall of the building and a mass of mucus covered flesh dragged along the ground, pulled by the tentacles. Donnie tore the door open to the driver side of the fox family’s car, and gestured towards June’s car “Fuck this car, get in the back, we’ll get us out of here.”

Seeing Donnie’s actions, June waved her hand frantically, gesturing them towards her car as she electronically unlocked her doors and ripped her own door open and practically crashed into her seat. Without missing a beat, the father stood out of his seat and opened the back door, letting his daughter crawl out, “Quickly, Opal, now, now, now!”

The girl, no older than eight or nine in a bright yellow-and-white sundress, slid out of her seat and hopped into the now open door in the back of June’s car. Her father ran to the other side as her mother slid in next to her. The second the doors were closed, June leaned into the gas pedal, ramping the median in front of them. Donnie looked in the mirror, seeing the flesh blob had slashed the tires of another car and was now emptying its contents and catching any person that attempted to run past it, new taloned tendrils sprouting from its mucus-y form.

“Thank you, kids,” The fox man said, letting out a sigh of relief, “You may have just saved our lives.”

“Well, consider it an apology for assaulting your daughters ears with our dirty jokes earlier,” Donnie said looking over his shoulder just in time to catch the father give a relieved smile, “We’re headed back to my parent’s home. According to her dad, this is happening in quite a few places.”

“Wait, you knew about this?” The mother leaned forward.

“We found out seconds before that guy exploded, Ma’am,” June said, weaving around a few abandoned cars.

“According to this,” The fox man read from his phone for a second longer, “These things started in central Torolian almost an hour ago. It spread this far this fast? Without anyone knowing?”

“My neighbor has a tornado-slash-bomb shelter filled with food and stuff,” Donnie continued, “In case we want a place hidden and out of view. I’m sure I can bribe him and hole up there until all this clears up.”

The group drove in silence before the girl screamed, “Look out!”

June looked out her window and stepped on her brakes just in time for a massive hammer-looking slab of flesh to slam into the cement in front of them, lifting back up a second later, causing June to hit the gas again. Donnie tried to get a better look. A tall looking man, human actually, stood… Skinless… a long braided tendril holding the slab aloft as it came back down, catching the trunk of the car and sending the front wheels into the air. As the slab came back up, June pressed into the gas one more time, dragging her car along. As soon as they were a good distance from the hammer human, the car stalled.

“Fucker must have crushed something vital,” Donnie looked back, watching as the skinless human held the meat hammer above its head, walking calmly towards them. He glanced back at the fox family, seeing dark wet spots soaking the young girl’s cheek fur. He took in a deep breath, feeling an intense, yet strange desire to keep this kid from panicking. Maybe this is why his older brother always defended him from the upperclassmen while they were in school, this odd, almost paternal feeling, “Hey, we’re gonna be fine, it’s not that much further.”

“We’ll have to run the rest of the way,” June said, opening her door and pressing the unlock button, “It’s only a mile or so, we might be okay.”

The rest of the doors open and the group piles out, the father lifting his daughter onto his back, “Hang on tight, Sweetie.”

“Come on, before he closes in,” Donnie waved in the direction of his house and the group began their run.

After a couple blocks, June stopped running and walked over to the closest yard and hurled into the grass, “Donnie… I don’t….”

With that, she collapsed, her body shaking and mouth foaming. Donnie yelled for her, but the fox woman grabbed him, “Wait, that’s what happened to the other man before...”

June seized violently for several more seconds, the hammer man slowly making his way towards them. After a moment, a wide gash opened up in June’s belly and a thick chunk of flesh protruded, looking almost like a pole, cylindrical with one flat end, and three more poles protruded, bending ever so slightly to lift out another slab of meat out of June’s body that, were Donnie not screaming and panicking, he would have likened to a phallus. The creature lifted one of the poles and swung it out at Donnie, slamming it into his head, sending him hurtling to the ground.

The fox woman immediately rushed to his side and pulled him to his feet, dragging him along as she ran. Another of the poles shot out, swiping at the group’s feet and sending them all sprawling to the ground yet again. The little girl rolled off her father and stood up on shaky legs, looking over at the phallic creature. Another of the creature’s legs sped forward towards Donnie, but the little girl yelled out his name, making him roll to the side, and the pole struck the asphalt, breaking into it and leaving a gaping hole.

As the pole lifted up to take another dive, a loud bang rang out and a gurgling shriek filled the air after. Looking up, Donnie saw an elderly man standing in an upstairs window of a house with a rifle, loading in a second round. Donnie sprung to his feet, grabbing the two adults with each hand to help them up, and scooping up the girl in his arms.

They ran for yet another block, more shots ringing out before finally subsiding. They reached a four-way intersection just as a heavy flatbed truck slammed into a fence. The group slowed, fearing the worst but hoping that the person inside was still alive. However, a tall creature, very similar to the one Donnie had seen on June’s phone, crawled out of the window of the truck as it seemed to emerge out of a bloody pelt, then a second one crawled out the other side. The first one seemed to smile as it exited the vehicle, sending a long tendril-like arm down onto the group, the two foxes dodged one way as Donnie, holding the girl, dodged the other. The second monster let out a gurgling chuckle as it and the first one turned their attention towards the parents.

“Run!” Donnie screamed, the two creatures ignoring him entirely, “I’ll meet you there! Mellory Avenue, green house!”

As commanded, the man grabbed his wife, who seemed more than hesitant about leaving her daughter with a strange man. Sure he had saved their lives, but who’s to say he won’t abandon her when things get tough? Another tendril fell, and Donnie could hear the man say “She’ll be fine, but we won’t be if we don’t go now!”

Donnie looked back towards the creature that emerged from his girlfriend, slowly sliding its body down the sidewalk leaving trails of mucus and blood behind, and he turned, yelling out, “I’ll take care of her, I promise! With my life! I swear!”

As if it were all she needed to hear, the mother turned and sprinted away with her husband as the two creatures gave slow chase. Donnie ran, his legs sore, feet pounding on the asphalt, lungs burning, and eyes stinging through tears he couldn’t wipe away. He made it to his house, and stopped as he saw blood splattering on the front glass door, panic sending his already racing heart into a frenzy. He helped the girl step down, looking around to make sure there was no monster nearby, and pulled out his phone. Two new texts, one from each of his parents.

Took the car. Neighbor turned into one, tried to kill us. Go to Harold’s shelter if you can.

“Son of a fuck,” Donnie opened the one from his mother.

Go to Harold’s shelter. Stay safe. Let us know when you’re safe. We would meet you there, but the car was a safer be __t. Dad’s driving like a maniac. Love you, baby.

“Come on, kid,” Donnie reached down and grabbed the fox girl’s hand as he tried tapping a quick reply, “What’s you’re name?”

The girl sniffled, “Opal...”

“That’s a pretty name,” He smiled down at her, “You’re being so brave right now, and you have no idea how important that is.”

Opal smiled, “Daddy always says you gotta be brave in bad situations. He was an army man, you know.”

“You don’t say,” He gave a forced chuckle, “Well then, you stay brave for your dad, and I’ll keep you safe until he gets back to us.”

“Where are we going?” Opal asked as they rounded the wide picket fence of Donnie’s property.

“That was my house. My mom and dad said it wasn’t safe to stay there, so we’re going to my neighbor, he has an underground tornado shelter,” Donnie kept moving his head in every direction and trying his best to listen over his pounding heart, “He’s a crazy old guy, but it’s a safe place to hide.”

“Is he mean?”

“Sometimes,” Donnie said, though it was a blatant lie. The man was a nightmare, and his parents only played friends with him in order to keep him from calling the cops on them every time they threw a barbecue, “But the important part is that he’ll keep us safe.”

They reached a side-house portion of fence that belonged to the old man, and Donnie lifted Opal over, helping her reach the ground before he vaulted the fence himself. Once they were over, he walked around the ugly green house and towards the small shed in the back yard. He strolled over, letting go of Opal’s hand, and knocked on the door, “Mr. Mince?”

“Who’s there!?” A speaker next to him made him jump, jumping his heart rate back up, though relief flooded through as well, causing his already weak muscles to relax and make his whole body feel heavier.

“It’s Donald White. From next door?” Donnie turned and pat Opal on the head, “Me and a friend need a safe place. Please let us in.”

“Use the radio, you idiot,” The voice came back through the speaker. Donnie sighed and repeated himself, pressing the little green button below the speaker, “What if I don’t want to?”

“You’ll be leaving us to die, Mr. Mince,” Donnie said, putting his finger to his lips to Opal, whose eyes grew wide at the revelation, “I’m more than willing to earn our keep.”

“Humm…. Fine, I’ll let you in. For now,” The door clicked, and Donnie pulled it open, revealing a large, metal door on the ground, “But you and me, we’re gonna discuss rules and how you’re gonna earn your place.”

Donnie pulled the metal door open, pushing Opal to go first down the stone steps as he shut the shed and metal doors behind him, catching a short glimpse of the creature that was once inside his girlfriend. They walked down the set of stairs until they were close to twenty feet below ground, and another metal door stood in their way. Donnie reached for it and pulled that open as well, revealing a wide open room and a thin, middle-aged human man that stood half naked in front of the door, “Oh. So this is what you meant by friend. And here I thought you meant that filthy puma.”

Donnie bit down on his tongue before answering, “She got separated from her parents. She needs a place to go. She is my friend. Please let us stay.”

The man took a few labored breaths in before stepping to the side, letting the two in, and closing the door behind him, pressing a button on the wall that made the door click. He gestured towards his half-dressed body, “You’ll have to get used to this. I was in the middle of a shower when all this shit went down, and I don’t have clothes down here.”

“We’ll manage as long as we’re safe,” He turned Opal away from the man, who sat down on a chair in the middle of the vast cement room with his legs spread wide, and whispered to her, “Don’t comment on it, okay?”

Opal nodded, occasionally side-eyeing the man in the chair. Harold eventually spoke up, “So, rules. Number one, no crying. If you cry, I gag you and throw you into the storage room. Number two, you will stay quiet. If you make any noise that I don’t like, I will gag you and throw you into the storage room.”

“Fair enough,” Donnie said, placing his hand on the girl’s head reassuringly.

“Wait until I’m finished, taint licker,” Harold reached into his boxers and scratched at himself absentmindedly, and reached for a water bottle to his side, “Number three, none of that mister bullshit. I’m Harold, and you’re Donald or Donnie or whatever. You’re… what’s the brat’s name?”

“Opal,” Donnie said, causing the girl to bury her face in his hip, a quivering breath escaping, an attempt to suppress a sob.

“Hideous fucking name,” Harold took a gulp of water and set the bottle back down, “Number four, you will not touch any food until it is given to you.”

“I don’t think that will be an iss--”

“If you disobey, I throw you out.”

Donnie bit down on his tongue again. He hated being talked over. He hated being talked down to. This man was testing him, and he knew it.

“Fifth, and finally, I demand compensation for your staying here,” Harold gave a sinister smile.

“I’m sure my parents will be more than happy to restock whatever supplies we use and whatever lodging fees yo--”

“Not what I want, Boy,” Harold stood and walked towards the pair, and Donnie took a step back, causing Opal walk backwards away from the pair. He stepped closer and closer until Donnie was against the wall and Harold got as close to his face as he could, “I thought it would be nice to have your girlfriend here to observe, but I’ll take what I can get. I want a piece of that nice fluffy ass of yours, boy.”

Donnie stood for a moment, trying not to breathe through his nose as the man’s breath wafted upwards. Hundreds of thoughts competed with each other and his stomach sunk slowly in his gut. He looked over at Opal, who looked away the second she met his gaze, “So you want to fuck me and we get to stay? That’s your price?”

“Anytime I want, not just the once,” The man smiled again, “And if you refuse--”

“You’ll throw us out,” Donnie finished through gritted teeth.

“No. I’ll just shoot you in the fucking head,” Harold smiled, “And then I take what I want anyway,” Donnie stayed quiet at this, his eyes traveling to the button on the wall that led outside. This was definitely a mistake. Harold had always watched him and his friends ever since he moved into the neighborhood, but he always just assumed it was old-man styled loathing, judging the kids playing sword fighting or kick-the-ball. Harold leaned in and groped at Donnie’s crotch, “And don’t think about leaving or trying to attack me, Boy. The whole place is locked to my fingerprint.”

Donnie looked over at Opal again. His pride said to deny this man no matter what, but what about her? He had no allegiance to this girl, but he felt like he needed to protect her at all costs. A feeling that got stronger after she got separated from her parents. Harold followed his gaze and squeezed Donnie’s sheath through his jeans, “Don’t worry about her. She can stay no cost. Hell, she can even enjoy the show if she wants.”

“No,” Donnie shook his head. There’s no way he would shoot him, that is, even if he had a gun. He would have to dispose of his body, and that would open the shelter up to monsters, and if the creatures were gotten rid of soon, he would have to explain his disappearance. Yeah, that’s how that works.

Harold frowned, squeezing harder, causing Donnie to grit his teeth. The older man looked over at Opal, loosening up on Donnie a bit, “Fine. If you’re not willing… How about I take the girl instead. Would much prefer to see a dick down there, but I can always pretend.”

“Fine,” Donnie felt his heart jump into his throat, and the words were out before he could even think about them, “Opal. Don’t watch, don’t listen.”

“Or do,” Harold released Donnie’s sheath and grabbed his shirt collar instead, “Now. Get these off. Let’s see what you got under there.”

Opal turned her gaze to the wall, but a small cave caught her eye. The storage room. She stepped in and shut the door. Donnie let out a small sigh of relief as Harold forced his hand under Donnie’s shirt impatiently. He stood mostly still, only following Harold’s directions as he gave them, removing his shirt, then his shoes, pants, socks, and finally boxers. With his manhood exposed to the world, he could feel his hormones kicking in, his boys obviously expecting the sweet embrace of June’s warm body and welcoming loins. Boy, were they about to be disappointed.

“See,” Harold reached down and squeezed Donnie’s testes roughly, “All that fighting and here we are. The rocket’s come out to play. Assume the position over the couch arm, and I suggest you don’t try anything or I’ll go in dry.”

Donnie felt his heart racing and his stomach churn, but he couldn’t seem to bring himself to care anymore. June was dead, so he had nobody to run home to, and Opal was safe… for now, so he didn’t have to worry over her. His emotions decided, the second Opal left the room, to take a vacation and left this empty husk behind. Harold rambled as he searched for his tools, “I haven’t had a good lay in years, not since that horse boy left for college. It’s harder to find someone when you’re older, and you always kept inside like a hermit with that filthy puma of yours.”

Donnie thought back as he leaned over the arm of the couch, rough leather pulling at his fur. The horse boy? Oh, Jimmy. The quiet kid across the street that… stopped coming over for video games after he turned fifteen. So that’s why he became so reclusive. He tried his best to ignore the comment about June, but he felt his eyes begin to sting at the thought.

Harold came back with two bottles, one lube, the other a “cleaner.” Without any warning, he pressed the nozzle of one bottle into Donnie’s tail hole, squeezing a freezing cold liquid into his bum. Harold grabbed him by the scruff, “That’ll take a couple minutes. My own recipe, but it cleans you out good. But I’m feeling a bit impatient, so how about you come clean my knob for me while we wait.”

He pulled Donnie by the scruff over to the green-cloth recliner he had sprawled out on when they first entered the “safe” haven. Sitting down in the chair, dropping his briefs with his free hand, and leaning back, letting his member twitch in anticipation as he pressed Donnie’s face to it, “Get to work, Kid.”

June had never been one for oral. While she loved receiving it, and he loved giving it, she was not a fan on giving, and he never pushed her—however she did on occasion, such as birthdays and when she wanted to cheer him up. But he never paid attention to how she did it, and he was clueless on how to do anything. He figured if he fucked up, he’d be corrected, so he opened his maw and let his tongue loll out, pressing it to the base of the man’s throbbing penis and moving it slowly upwards, glad that the claim of being fresh out the shower was likely true, as he tasted very little. Harold shuddered, “Now… That’s nice, but I’m a little too impatient for that today, Kid.”

With that, he grabbed Donnie by the ears roughly, making Donnie emit a high pitch yipe, but the sound was quickly replaced by gagging as Harold jammed the entire length of his rod into Donnie’s muzzle, reaching his throat, and pressing hard, even sliding down his throat ever so slightly. Donnie’s nose pressed firmly to the human’s pubic mound, he fought hard to push away. Harold let him come up for air and hold back the bile making its way up his throat, but immediately grabbed his head again and pressed it down to the base before easing up. Back and forth, Harold guided the coyote’s maw and rubbed the head of his dick across the roof of Donnie’s mouth, stopping just before he reached his uvula, moaning the whole time with various slut-based insults thrown in. After a minute of this and without any warning, Harold shoved his cock into the back of Donnie’s throat again and held him there, much as Donnie tried to pull himself back again, he couldn’t fight against the larger man, especially with his oxygen intake being significantly decreased, causing him to feel weak as is. Harold then demanded he stick out his tongue and lick his scrotum, to which Donnie fought through the gagging to force his tongue past the thick member filling his mouth and moved it along the man’s sack, his cock sliding further down Donnie’s throat, his tongue having prevented it from going too far down before. That’s all it took. The man’s cock seemed to grow thicker as strings of thick semen poured into Donnie’s throat, causing him to gag even more and feel liquid coming back up, but the force of the cock in his mouth and the impossible fear of drowning in the foul man’s spunk made him fight past it and swallow back the semen and bile.

After the seventh thick string of cum, Harold let go of Donnie’s ears and let him fall back onto his ass, where he coughed and pressed his hands to his head to try to fend off the piercing headache. By this point, his body had learned that there was something wrong. This isn’t the sexy times it normally got. This was rough, painful… humiliating. His stomach burned with the cleaning fluid Harold filled him with, and his penis had retreated almost completely at this point back into his sheath.

“Time to empty out. Let’s get you into the bathroom,” Harold walked over to a small room barely big enough for one person to stand without being partially in the half-assed shower. As he stood up cradling his aching head, he wondered what Opal thought of him now that he had given up all his dignity. What a pathetic excuse for a protector he was. He waddled into the bathroom and immediately emptied the liquid he had been holding in, barely reacting to the uncomfortable pain in his belly that lingered until he got back up and Harold made final cleaning preparations, “All good to go. Now. Assume the position, slut.”

Donnie walked absentmindedly over to the couch and lowered himself onto the arm, resting his belly on it. A few seconds later, Harold grabbed the lube bottle and pressed it into Donnie’s hole, squeezing yet another cold liquid into him, only this time, it was less, and was followed rather roughly with a thick pole. Harold rammed his cock to the base, taking Donnie’s breath away, and he felt the man’s scrotum scrape against his perineum and tickle his own scrotum, “Heheh, guess it’s gay now, Boy.”

Harold reeled back and thrusted his penis roughly over and over again, head to base, head to base, into Donnie’s anus, a slick and sticky sound filled the room as the lube did its work, and an uncomfortable pap-pap-pap followed as Harold’s hips bounced off Donnie’s rather rounded buttocks. In and out, Donnie thought back to the blowjob, how quick that was, then remembered how he would always last considerably longer after his first orgasm with June. He was in for a long ride. After a couple minutes, Harold grabbed Donnie’s hips and flipped him over, still penetrated, causing him to moan, “Ohhh, I love that feeling. Now, let’s get you hard again. I need to see you cum before I’m done with you.”

Harold slid his cock out of Donnie and brought his face down to his tail. Yanking on the tail to move it out of the way, he began to lick at his ass, taint, and testes. Without any protest—his balls always loving a decent fondling—his shaft reappeared, pressing against the soft fur of his belly and, much to Donnie’s chagrin, he enjoyed the sensation it gave. The older man then stood, rammed his dick back into Donnie, and began masturbating the rocket as the knot slowly found its way out of his sheath from the unwelcome pleasure that came from inside his ass—his prostate being slammed into by the human’s dick. Moving harder and harder, Harold eventually moved him to the floor and hammered his cock over and over into the younger man for several minutes longer before, much like before, his meat seemed to grow inside Donnie and erupt strand after strand of semen, though significantly less than what was forced down his throat. After another minute of huffing and gasping for breath, Harold finally removed his penis from Donnie’s ass hole and flipped him over, grabbing Donnie’s scrotum in one hand and penis in the other, rubbing his balls and masturbating his cock furiously until Donnie too came, shooting nearly a dozen loads of cum across his body, one pegging him in the chin and another dripping into his nose.

The older man then stood, and walked into the bathroom to relieve himself, “That was nice. Had you been a little more active in that, I might have let that be your only payment. Oh well. Clean yourself up. You can use some of old Jimmy’s clothes in the cabinet over there.”

After a long, tear driven shower, Donnie got out of the bathroom to find Opal’s sundress in Harold’s hand, using it like a towel to clean the various liquids off the couch and floor. Donnie walked over to the supply room and stepped in, seeing Opal dressed in an old, baggy t-shirt. Seeing him, Opal moved the box she was hiding behind and trotted over to him, throwing her arms around him, “I’m sorry, Donnie.”

“It’s not your fault, Opal,” Donnie said, his voice a dry rasp, “Big Brother Donnie said he would protect you. And now we have a safe place.”

“But he said he was going to do that whenever he wanted,” Opal shook her head, “We can hide at my house. It’s only a little while away.”

Donnie shook his head, not wanting to tell Opal, but knowing full well Harold would not let them leave easily, “We’re only going to be here a couple days at the most. Don’t you worry. It doesn’t hurt me. I’m tough.”

Opal let go and turned back towards her box, pulling a blanket out from behind a stack of cans, “He said we can use this, but he only has one for the both of us. Do you need a nap?”

“I would love a nap,” Donnie smiled weakly, and Opal brought the blanket over, sitting next to him and dropping the blanket over their shoulders.

“I’ll make sure you don’t sleep too long,” Opal smiled at him. It was a weak, tired smile. A pity smile, “If you sleep too long, you won’t sleep through the night.”

“Well, aren’t you a clever girl,” Donnie placed his hand on her head and halfheartedly ruffled her hair.

Opal was a smart girl. She knew what was going on, and all she had to do to make it better was act like Momma whenever she’s trying to cheer someone up. Donnie immediately started to doze off, but Opal remembered one thing her Dad taught her to fend off any bad dreams. Go to sleep thinking of something good, “Donnie?”

“Yeah, Opal,” Donnie opened his eyes a slit.

“Can you think of anything nice before you go to sleep?”

Donnie closed his eyes again and let out a deep sigh. His breathing evened out and Opal felt a pang of sadness and hoped that he wouldn’t have a bad dream. After a moment, she was startled as he spoke quietly again with his raspy voice, “I’m bigger than him.”

Donnie let out a couple quick laughs before leaning back again and a quiet snore let Opal know he had finally passed out. She was a smart girl, and she knew a lot of things. Momma always said she was a gifted girl. However…. Donnie was definitely shorter than Harold and with less muscles too. But if it made him smile, it didn’t matter if he was wrong. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before snuggling up to him, “Sleep tight, Big Brother. I’ll find a way to help us. Don’t worry.”