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Posted On 04/02/2008 12:09:55 by teardrop
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"Where are you taking me?"
The only answer she got was a harsh tug on the leash connected to the leather collar around her neck. She stumbled and nearly fell. The dog behind her laughed and pushed her, watching her try to keep her balance with her arms tied across her back. The cat holding her leash hissed at the other guard.
"Knock it off. I don't want to have to carry her if you break her legs."
"Shut up, Perrin," the dog groused. "I can have fun if I want."
With frightening speed the cat spun, grabbing her by her long, soft ears. He pointed a finger in the dog's face, the needle-tipped claw out and quivering. "Not on my watch you don't!"
Aneese gritted her teeth. It was impossible to suppress the whimper that rose from her throat. Perrin was hurting her ears again. She heard the dog growl threateningly and wished she could make herself disappear.
"If you don't-" said Perrin.
"You can't make-" bellowed the dog.
"I'll gut you like-" Perrin howled.
A shadow moved in front of the flickering torches that lined the stone halls of the keep. Both guards fell silent instantly.
"What's going on here?" The voice was soft yet full of menace. The dog whined quietly.
Aneese couldn't make out the new man's features, but he was obviously canine. He was huge, possibly a wolf. His eyes glowed in the torch light. She wondered if he would kill her.
"W-we f-found her," stammered Perrin.
The wolf's eyes bored into the cat's. "Really." Contempt and anger were waging a war for control of his expression. Anger was winning.
The scent of fear filled the corridor, and she wasn't the only one producing it. She unconsciously pressed against the cat, wanting something between herself and the huge canine.
"Who are you?" The voice had lowered, a danger sign to anyone with working ears.
"P-P-Perrin Bentear," the cat managed to say.
"Taukly Threetoes," whispered the dog.
A black furred hand, big enough to cover the top of her head, reached out. Perrin didn't hesitate to place the leash in it.
"I'll mention your names."
The two lackeys had no trouble interpreting his dismissal. They made a hasty and almost dignified retreat. The wolf said nothing more as he pulled her leash. She followed quietly, terror building within her. This wolf meant to kill her, she was sure. Maybe he would hunt her down for sport, or break her with his bare hands. Whatever was in store for her, she was certain he would be the last thing she ever saw. She tried to speak but was able to get only a single word out.
"Please."
To her surprise, the wolf stopped. When he turned to stare at her with eyes that reflected the molten fire of nearby torches, she felt her mouth go dry. She tried again to talk to her captor.
"Where are you taking me?" She swallowed and forced herself to speak above a whisper. "Are we going to see my family? Where's my mate?"
The wolf was silent and still. His long predatory face showed nothing of what went on inside him. When he finally spoke, his voice was as indifferent as his expression. "You're mate is accused of a crime against Fauna. The Rasha will tell you."
Aneese trembled at his words. A crime against Fauna? What could her mate have possibly done? He was only a farmer, like most folk in the province. They paid their tributes as best they could, raised their two daughters to be good citizens and obey the Rasha in all things. What could the crime be?
When she tried to ask, the wolf said nothing. He only led her on through the cold hallway to the Rasha's main chamber.
They stopped at an enormous wooden door carved with the likeness of the Rasha. Actually, it was a likeness of all Rashas, past and current. Lineage was power, and the holy Tigers had held that power for as long as Fauna had existed. To be here was an honor.
Unless one was bound and accused before the Rasha.
The wolf placed his hand against the door. He looked at her, considering. "Frightened, rabbit?" he rumbled. She looked up at him, wondering if he could hear her heart pounding within her thin chest. She nodded, unable to do more than that.
From a pocket of his thin leather vest, the wolf produced a vial. He gazed at it, turned it around. Meeting her eyes, he said, "This will give you strength." He unstoppered it, held it to her mouth. She hesitated, not knowing why he would care if a poor farmer's mate were scared to meet the Rasha. His eyes hardened, and he opened her lips and tipped her head back. The thick, sickly sweet fluid burned its way to her stomach.
The wolf rapped lightly on the door, twice, before pushing it open.
Aneese looked up again at the wolf before they entered the Rasha's huge chamber. "Who are you?"
The wolf was staring into the Rasha's chamber, veiled hunger lighting his face for an instant. Without looking at her, he replied, "I am called Groustch. I am the Rasha's Second." He walked into the chamber, pulling her with him.
Even in her frightened state, the opulence of the room stunned her. Being a farmer's mate had given her no cause to imagine such splendor existed. Beautiful embroideries graced the harsh stone walls while thick rugs lay underfoot. Ornate furniture of polished wood stood along the walls like sentinels.
At the far end of the room, dominating the scene, was the throne. It was enormous, carved with fanciful creatures she had never seen. Heavy purple cloth hung from the sides. Arcs of the material were held up over the throne to form a canopy. It cast shadows over the throne's occupant.
She quailed at the sight of the Rasha. It was more than his physical size, which outstripped even Groustch's impressive bulk. It wasn't the voluminous purple robe that covered him from neckfur to feet. It wasn't even the deadly compliment of curved scythes that lightly raked one worn armrest of the intimidating throne.
Aneese found herself devastated by the sight of the Rasha's face. His broad muzzle, full of unseen teeth, lifted. Eyes, like the wolf's, reflected the room's flickering light. Where the canine's were molten gold, the Tiger's were a dim, bloody red. She barely registered the bands of black, orange and white fur that framed those eyes, that face. The Rasha's thick multitude of long whiskers twitched slightly. Her knees weakened at that tiny movement.
"Aneese Stillwater, Ta Felidae," the wolf announced. The Rasha's ears quivered at the sound.
He moved. It was like the avalanche that had buried the village where she had grown up. He approached her with a certain inexorableness. The robe briefly parted in front as he stood, showing more mutely striped fur. One leg, then the other pierced the robe as he stepped forward. Wide, heavy feet, their claws showing their tips, padded silently over the floor rugs.
Groustch took a single step back as the Rasha stood before her. Aneese didn't start trembling until the Rasha spoke.
"Do you know why you are here?" His voice was deeper than the wolf's, more forceful, more brutal. It was also soft, silken as a lover's voice. She could never have imagined such a voice.
The only sound from her was the rapid wash of her panicked breath. She couldn't tear her eyes from his face. She feared him too much to look away. All she could do was shake her head minutely.
He stood, towering over her. He lifted a hand to her neck, the rough pads of his fingers rasping over the leather of her collar. He twisted her neck slowly until her head was pointed at a small table with gilt edges. She gasped, partly at the increasing pain, partly at what she saw on that table.
It was one of the skulls Billis had found while plowing their field. The discovery had puzzled them. No creature in all Fauna had such a head. The rounded skull had no discernable muzzle, square, flat teeth and a much higher forehead that any decent being could claim. Her mate had put the skulls in a sack and left them in the tiny feed shed behind their rough brick cottage.
The Rasha held her neck tighter, bringing his thin black lips close to her shivering ear. "Do you know..." He squeezed harder, bringing tears of pain and terror to her eyes. "...what that is?" He shook her once, hard. "Do you?!"
Fear robbed her of any reply she could have made. The mighty Rasha had cut off her air. She could feel her pulse pushing weakly against his thick fingers as her vision started to go gray at the edges. She tried to shake her head, to answer the Rasha. She could only squirm helplessly.
"Yoomuns!" the Tiger whispered fiercely, his breath burning the furless cup of her ear. He released her and she collapsed to the soft, expensive rug. She dimly saw his robe swirl like purple water as he moved back to his throne.
When she had gotten her breath back, she tried to sit up. It was difficult with her arms tied behind her. She was surprised when Groustch moved closer to slide a hand under her shoulder to help her up. Still panting, she looked at the ruler of all Fauna. The Rasha was staring at her from the darkened depths of his throne. She looked to Groustch, but that one only gazed at her with his continued indifference. The silence was thick and heavy.
"But," came her small voice. She turned her pleading eyes to the Tiger. "But- but yoomuns are just..." She swallowed, unsure if she was committing an act of disrespect by uttering contrary words to him. "I thought they were just pretend, like gobbles and snatchers. There aren't any real...any real yoomuns." She shuddered at the word.
Yoomuns. They were story creatures; Demons supposedly driven out of Fauna before time began. They were portrayed as destroyers of all creation. Their dark, foul presence was said to be enough to kill whole villages.
"Do you doubt me?" His growl threatened to stop her heart.
She shut her eyes and shook her head emphatically. "Oh, no, Ta Felidae," she squeaked. "You're the wisest of Fauna."
"Do you doubt your eyes?" He pointed with a lethal claw to the cursed skull.
"No, Ta Felidae," she breathed. She felt a burning in her stomach, like a candle that had been swallowed alight.
The creak of Groustch's leather vest, the faint scratch of the Rasha's claws on his armrest were the only sounds to accompany her shuddering breath. She ached to ask what fate was decreed for her and her family. She dared not.
The Rasha picked up a nearby silver goblet and drank its contents swiftly. "Do you know of the sacred texts of the First?"
Her wet, brown eyes opened but stayed resolutely on the rug beneath her. She shook her head again, her aching ears flopping gently.
"They are the testaments of those who came before us, those who brought life to the land. They are the commandments to all Fauna, that they may survive and flourish." The Rasha's voice had dropped to a cough of thunder muted by mountains.
Aneese struggled to hear his words. Her concentration was being drawn by the building fire within her. It was spreading out from her gut into her limbs, up and down her spine.
"The texts have guided the Rasha for all time. They are the law, and the law is clear." The holy Tiger drew himself up, leaning forward. "They tell all Fauna that knowledge of yoomuns is forbidden. Those who hold such knowledge must be destroyed for the good of all Fauna."
She stared openly at the Rasha, an offense in itself. A chill in her heart grew, fighting with the fire that seemed to be consuming her from the inside. "Billis?" she whispered.
"He and your offspring are dead. The texts demanded it."
The single spot of cold that had claimed her heart shrank, eaten away by the flames. She felt numb, as though the war raging through her insides belonged to someone else. She wasn't sure what she thought, what she felt. She wasn't sure of anything except her sweet Billis was dead. Killed, no doubt, by the Rasha. Or perhaps his Second.
Aneese was a gentle creature. She loved easily and clung fiercely to those she cared for. Now she hurt. It was a feeling she had never known, not so strongly as now. The fire, she realized in a sudden stroke, was Groustch's doing, the potion he had given her. It was doing something to her, making her feel something she had never felt in her short life.
The Rasha stepped down from his throne again, circling her. She watched him approach.
She hated him.
It shocked her, to think such a thing. She had always been a good citizen, done her duty.
She loathed him.
She closed her eyes, fear circling her heart as the Tiger did her body. The Rasha ruled Fauna, he had to be obeyed.
She would...
Her eyes snapped open.
...kill him.
"Second, leave us." The Rasha's voice was harsh, tight. The wolf moved out of the Tiger's sight.
Aneese trembled violently. It was no longer fear that drove her. It was fury. Billis was dead, her children were dead. They had died because of some old bones and the creature before her. The bones could not be blamed. Their owners were dead, yoomun or not. The Rasha, she realized in another sudden flash, was singly responsible. He had destroyed her mate, her daughters, and now her.
She didn't know how, but she would see the Rasha die. She struggled against the leather straps holding her arms behind her. They held. The Tiger moved closer, passed in front of her. The fire lashed out.
Aneese looked up at the face of Fauna's greatest predator. "Coward!" she shrieked.
The Rasha recoiled as though struck. Blinking, he stared at the transformed rabbit. This pathetic, useless creature spoke to him in such a way? Not possible.
"Killer of helpless children!" Aneese took a single step forward, mindless of her captivity. "Eater of dung!"
The shock of the moment passed, and the Rasha snarled. This animal, this insignificant beast was squealing at him, spitting deathly insults. His claws leapt out. He would teach the piping rabbit who held the power. He grabbed her by the shoulders, lifted her up. The blazing rage within her shown brightly in her eyes, but he cared nothing for that.
"You are mine!" he roared. "You are nothing to me!"
He brought her down onto his lap. The heat of his own anger had fired his lust, and he meant to quench that flame before he extinguished hers.
Aneese had no clothes, seldom wore any except blankets in the deepest winter months. His robe parted again, this time forced open by the spear of flesh between his striped legs. He pushed her down onto himself again, though he wasn't hard enough to actually gain entry to her. The brush of her squirming body against his sex was thrilling to him. He ignored her hate-filled eyes, her spite-filled mouth. He rubbed himself with her body, taking pleasure in her angry cries.
She felt the fur of her belly getting wet, and knew well what the Tiger intended. She howled her disgust. "Motherless worm!" she cried. "You lie with pigs! You mate with monkeys!"
His lust spiraled upward, filling him with demands. He rubbed himself harder against her, bringing new cries and slurs. He felt himself capitulating to his bestial tendencies. Soon, rubbing was not enough. He looked down, shifting himself and her, aiming to take her with a single, deft stroke.
Aneese saw his intentions and twisted for all she was worth. It was useless. She tried, instead, to bring her legs up, to kick at him. Her legs were well muscled and powerful. If she could get enough room to aim at him she might hurt him before he could take her.
The Rasha had dealt with rabbits before. He knew their puny strengths and waited for her to make the move he expected. When she lifted her legs to kick him, he drove into her mercilessly. His aim was practiced and true. She screamed as his barbed penis wrenched its way into her, tearing her. He pushed down harder, and she threw her head back, mouth open, unable to make any more sound.
A rumbling sound worked its way into her ears. Dimly, she recognized the thrum of the Tiger's purr as he lifted her. She felt the spines of his sex dig into the walls of her womb. Pain whited out her vision. Her anger was unabated, unable to escape. The pain seemed only to feed her fury. She sucked in a breath to curse him again, but could only shout hoarsely when the Rasha rammed his scalding hot shaft back into her. Her legs had shifted unwittingly around the Tiger's waist. She tried weakly to bring them between them, to kick him. He merely lifted her again, his barbs drawing blood from her vagina.
The rabbit stopped struggling after a time, and the Rasha was able to enjoy the tight warmth she offered her master. Her small form seemed to lose all strength. She only lay there in his grip, limp and quiet. It didn't matter to him. All he cared about was reaching his peak. He tightened his muscles and thrust into her harder than before, eliciting only a strained grunt from his subject. He could feel his testicles drawing up, preparing. He closed his eyes, straining. His mouth opened, his pale yellow teeth exposed as his black lips drew back. A hiss worked its way from his mouth, followed by a full-throated roar.
He thrust once more as his body fired his essence into the dangling rabbit. He felt exultant, triumphant.
He opened his eyes. Before him, the rabbit hung in his grasp. She was staring at him with white hot rage. He was unconcerned about her. What confused him was seeing Groustch standing behind her, staring at him indifferently. Such an invasion of the Rasha's privacy was outside his Second's nature. What made less sense was that the wolf was holding the rabbit's bound arms.
When Groustch said quietly, "Take him. He's yours," he suddenly understood. It was treachery, and he was unprepared.
The wolf tore violently at the straps binding the Aneese's arms. They shredded instantly. With her arms free, she was able to grasp the thick fur of the Rasha's sides. Her blunt claws couldn't hurt him, but they helped her dig into the Tiger's pelt for a solid grip. She pulled up with all her strength and was able to finally get her legs in front of her. But she didn't try to kick the Tiger. Instead she planted her bare feet on his thighs. She launched herself at him, pulling up with her arms and pushing powerfully with her legs. She opened her mouth, the two sharp chisel-edged teeth in front aimed for his throat. As his blood-engorged penis ripped one final time from her body, her muzzle slammed into his throat and her jaws clamped shut on his larynx. Her brown eyes were as hard as stone as she felt her jaws close, crushing the Rasha's windpipe.
Stunned by the inexplicable turn of events and weakened somewhat by his efforts to rape the rabbit, the Rasha was momentarily unable to defend himself. Instincts are strong in Fauna's folk, and he quickly raked two sets of razor-needles down her back. He felt her quiver under the assault, but her jaws only squeezed harder. His lungs were already starting to burn for lack of air. He raked her again, desperately trying to rid himself of the small mammal with its teeth locked on his throat. His mouth opened and he inhaled sharply, but nothing happened. He was suffocating. He gripped her head in both hands and pulled. That only succeeded in damaging his larynx further and sending unimaginable pain through him. Eyes wide, he glanced at Groustch. The wolf only stood, out of reach, watching the spectacle with keen interest.
The room was losing its edges as he started to fade. He finally put both hands around the rabbit's neck and squeezed as hard as he could, intent on breaking her. His strength had diminished, however, and the bones would not break. He continued squeezing, hoping to bring the very death she intended for him. Her breath whistled twice, then ceased. He had her. If only he could outlast her.
Groustch watched, concerned that the Rasha, with his enormous lungs and powerful hands, would finish the rabbit before she could destroy him. He wanted nothing more that to help her, to break the Tiger's hold on her neck. He knew he could do no such thing, not without endangering himself and his continued service to the next Rasha. He listened closely, waiting to see which would stop breathing first.
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There were wonderful smells around the room. Bread and wine, flowers and incense. Voices, soft and kind, mingled with the scents.
She opened her eyes to sunlight. The rays streamed through a high window, lighting up dust motes that danced a tiny, stately waltz. She stared at the swirling display, unable to understand how they moved or what they meant. One of the voices came near.
"Aneese Stillwater. Can you hear me?"
It was Groustch. The wolf moved into the sunbeam. It lit all the fine hairs on his arms and head, surrounding him with a finely jagged halo. It was so beautiful, she thought she might cry.
The large canine knelt by her cot and touched her cheek. "Do you remember me?" His voice was so concerned, his touch so gentle. She wondered if perhaps this wolf was, in fact, someone else, someone who had not delivered her into the lair of her family's murderer.
"Aneese?" Groustch sounded worried.
She tried to speak, but her words were only a harsh croak. Fire burst from her throat, the agony of her struggle revisiting her.
"It's all right," her lupine benefactor assured her. "You've been attended by a healer. Your wounds were serious, but not life threatening. Your voice will return in time."
He sat on a nearby stool, an imposing creature made harmless by drawing his legs under him and staring at her with quiet distress. He sat by her for some time before he spoke again.
"Aneese, I'm sorry." He seemed ready to say more, but held his tongue when a young cat entered the room. The newcomer's ears twitched at the sight of the awakened rabbit.
"Oh, she's back with us!" The feline moved back towards the door. "I'll get the healer."
"Wait," Groustch commanded him gently. "I wish to speak to her first. Give us a few minutes."
The feline bowed. "Of course," he replied and disappeared.
Turning back to her, he placed his large hand over her much smaller one. "I want you to know. It's important for you to understand. Very important." His hand gripped hers carefully.
She marveled at how numb she felt. The death of her beloved Billis, her daughters; it seemed to lose their potency when compared to this urgent wolf. It puzzled her.
"The yoomuns." He hesitated. "You must tell them. Tell everyone you see about them. Make them understand they are real." He frowned. "Were real. They were evil and destructive and killed everything. And now..."
His eyes widened. It frightened her, seeing him so earnest, so scared.
"Now we're becoming like them. Just like them." He looked down at his hand, covering hers. It had started to tremble. "It started with the Rashas. The power, the control over others. And now it's spreading. There's been fighting, deaths over stupid things like trading prices, whole clans killing one another." He looked her in the eye, squeezed her hand briefly. "We're walking the same path they did. It's in the texts."
Aneese was confused. Why was Groustch telling her these things? Why would he betray the Rasha and the Fauna and the texts themselves? What did he truly want, truly expect from her?
He leaned closer, lowered his voice. He gave her one of her answers. "The Rasha was wrong about the texts. The passage reads, 'No creature should be allowed to exist who has the essence of the yoomuns within.' But it doesn't mean to kill those who know about the yoomuns." He paused, letting the words sink in. "It means we must destroy those who act like the yoomuns." His voice lowered, his eyes widened. "The Rashas have been treading that doomed path. Their time must end. History must not repeat itself."
Her head swirled and spun at the thought. Destroy the Rashas? How could one injured rabbit do such an impossible thing?
Groustch stared at her for a time, as though waiting for an answer. Eventually, the wolf pushed the stool aside and laid a warm hand on her forehead. "You're safe here. The Rasha is dead, and his successor has been told you are also dead. Rest, heal. We will talk later." He watched her a moment longer, then turned and left.
Once the sun-gilt wolf was gone, there were only the dust motes to keep her company. She watched them move without pattern, wondering what it would be like to exist with such aimless grace.
Of a sudden, she wished she were nothing more than a speck of dust, free to float in a sunbeam. She didn't want to be a part of a world where rulers killed unjustly and loved ones vanished because of old words and older bones. Mostly she didn't want to live with the burden of warning all of Fauna about the yoomuns. How could she? She was only a farmer's mate, a simple rabbit born to a simple life.
Billis. Beautiful, kind Billis. She ached for his company, his voice. She could picture his face, his oddly lopsided smile. Her throat tightened painfully and her eyes watered. He had not done anything to deserve such a pointless death. "What do I do?" she implored her mate's ghost. "What can I do?"
Groustch's words suddenly came back to her. 'History must not repeat itself.' She envisioned all the things that had happened to her, the sad events that had brought her to this point. What if it happened again? What if creatures, unknowable in form and thought, stumbled across her own skull in some distant time to come? Would those creatures be killed as Billis had been? Would they be left, alone and injured, deprived of all they held dear?
Could she allow that? Could she let her bones and her history destroy others?
Watching the sunlit motes, she imagined she could not. *** This story contains mild adult content and involvment of two males. If you sadden easily or do not enjoy reading about two males having sex then dont read it. You've been warned. Story and characters copyright 2000 by Ashtyn NightWolf ***
The cell floor was cold as Micha put his footpaws to it. The wolf shivered a bit as he stood. The annoying sound of the gaurds night stick rattling its way down the bars of the cells waking him up. Shaking the cobwebs of sleep away he stood and streched a bit. The wolf was tall, well built, He was quite strong for all he had to do in this place to pass the time was to workout in the gym whenever he could. His body covered in medium length soft black fur. He stepped into his jumpsuit and pulled it up over his body, zipping it up. "Come on girls up and at em, Its breakfast time once again!" the gaurd shouted as he signalled for the doors to be opened. The cell dooes along the blick screached open and as if rehersed all the inmates stepped out of there cells, most having two to a cell some only one. Micha was alone in his cell and he enjoyed that, but at the same time didnt, knowing it would be a much more pleasurable time in this place if he had a cell mate that shared his interest in the same sex. Micha shrugged off the thought as the gaurd came to stand at the head of the line. "Alright girls listen up, today we get in a shipment of fresh fish. All of you in a cell by yourself step forward." Micha sighed and stepped forward, his inmate number and cell number were recorded and the gaurd moves down the line. "All of you in a cell by yourselves expect to have some company when you come back from the mine sthis evening. Now get to mess for breakfast and hurry it up, days already burning away."
The line at the counter moved along sluggish as usual. The same slop put on the trays. A runny substance resembling scrambled eggs and a piece of burnt toast. Micha shook his head and looked at the server, "At least it almost looks like food this time, you might wanna fix the toaster though." Micha smiled as the server growled a bit and motioned for him to move along. Micha shrugged and moved off to sit with his work crew. They sat and ate pretty quickly as usual. Some words were exchanged, the main topic being of Micha's release in three days. Micha was happy he was getting out and he showed it. The other furres seemed a bit jealous but all wished him luck after he got out. The guards came around and ordered everyone to take up there trays and get moving to the loading docks. They all obeyed and after awhile were on there transport to the mines where the days back breaking and hard labor would begin again. Micha hated this time at the same time of enjoying it. The work was hard, but the fact that it was so hot there and that the work was indeed hard meant the other furres would be sweating. By mid-morning most of them had either shed the top portion of there jumpsuits or the whole jumpsuit all together. This is what micha and a few of the other furres had enjoyed about working the mines. Micha was a gay man afterall and the only pleasure he could find here was being able to watch the other males strip away there coverings. He enjoyed viewing there hot, dirty, and sweaty fur covered bodies. He never took off more than the top of his jumpsuit, most time just so he could keep his arousal hidden. No one else in his crew had the same preference as him so he didnt want to offend anyone or get himself hurt for being gay. The only time he has ever been involved with another make at the prison was in the showers. He thought, as he worked, about what the gaurd had said earlier. There would be a new furre waiting in his cell when he got back. Micha sighed and shook his head continuing his work, hopeing he didnt get stuck with some mean and arrogant bastard like most of the others there have always seemed to be.
The mid-day bell rang and snapped Micha out of his daze of work, dropping his pick he walked up to the lunch wagon and got his usual of a glass of water and nothing else. The heat made him thirsty, not hungry. He sat off to the side and drank his water, whatching the others in silence. About the time lunch was over a secured transport drove by. Micha guessd those were the new inmates and sighed, shaking his head and feeling sorry for them. Again he was snapped out of his stupor, this time by a gaurd shouting at him to get his ass back to work. Micha promptly obeyed and returned to his work site and took the pick back in hand, chiseling away at the rocks. Another two hours passed and one of the furres came around with water. Micha stopped long enough to get a good drink before returning back to his work. "Another two hours of this, yay." Micha spoke mainly to himself and none of the other furres payed his comment any mind. A sigh of relief came from his lips as he heard the night bell ring. Wipeing sweat from his forehead he threw the pick onto his shoulder and walked towards the transport. His mind not being able to stop thinking of just who was going to be in his cell when he got back. Again hopeing it would not interfere with his last three days there. The crew piled into the transport, they all groaned and sighed a bit, there bodies beaten by the heat and work. The transport was filled with chatter as they moved back to the prison. Micha sat quietly and just thought to himself.
The transport pulled up to the shower house, stopping in line with the other transports. Four times out of the day all the inmates were together. Breakfast, Lunch, Showers, and Dinner were the only time all of the inmates saw each other. Any other time all Micha saw was his work crew. Once inside the shower house there was a large room with open cabinets. Each cabinet held an extra change of clothes for each of the furres. Micha smiles to himself as he reached the favorite part of his day. He sat on the bench and undid his boots. His face looking to his boots, but his eyes wandered over each of the other furres, studying them and what they had to offer. He did this everyday, it was his entertainment, and it gave him the memories he needed to get himself off later that night. As he looked around he caught the eyes of a few other furres with the same thing in mind as him. They nodded to each other in some secret language as to say they knew what was on each others minds. Micha smiled to himself again and moves into the large shower room. The whole outer wall was lined with shower heads. Small racks hung from them that held a bottle of fur shampoo and a bar of soap. Micha had it all worked out, he quickly washed his body, making it seem like he was only a quarter of the way done when he was really done. He went slower after that, nit picking at his fur. His mind and eyes where never on his body as he watched around the room as secretly as possible. He left the shower as soon as he felt his sheath start to stir. Getting as many glimpses of the other males as he could before going to dry off. As he dried off more of the furres joined him in the room, drieing themselve off and Micha got the last of his views. A content sigh left his lips as he zipped up his new clean jumpsuit and moved towards the transport once again to be taken to dinner.
Dinner went as it always had. The inmates filed into line and recived there trays. Micha sat at the same spot he has sat at for his whole time there. His other friends around the table all wondering who the new "fish" would be in there cell after dinner. The talk of the mess hall was mainly about this as it usually was whenever a new transport came in. Micha overheard one of the larger wolves behind him speak of his outlook for a new cell mate. "I do so hope I get myself a nice little boy that could sure use some reassuring if you all know waht I mean." The chuckles and laughter followed his comment and Micha shook his head in disgust. He knew the poor furre that landed in that wolf's cell was sure to have a hard time in that prison. That is if he lasted the first night. The gaurds voices rung out and all the inmates rose and took up there trays as usuall. It was time to retire to the cells. Micha almost felt excited as he rounded the last corner on his ceel block and moves towards his cell. Reaching the cell he stepped inside and looked over the back of a medium sized wolf. The wolf's back was bare showing off the dark black fur, he wasnt overly built but the muscles of his back showed through his fur. The wolf's ear twitched back as he heard Micha enter and turned. His bare footpaws rusteling against the cement floor as he stood, looking up at Micha. Micha's eyes looked over the other male, starting at his feet he looked up over the grey jumpsuit covering his legs and waist, the top of the jumpsuit turned down and tucked into the waistband. Micha's eyes followed a small line of white fur up the males stomach and chest until his eyes finally set on the other's face. They both smiled at each other and almost right away Micha knew he was going to enjoy this.
Micha held out his paw with a gently smile upon his face, "I'm Micha". His voice was plain, he thought to himself he could have found something better to say but figured that would work for now. The other male looked Micha over as well. Extending his arm and takeing Micha's paw in his and shakeing it with a strong firm grasp. "I'm Jouna, pleasure under the circumstances." Micha thought that was an odd way to put it but shrugged it off. "It seems I have been given a good man for my last few days here." Jouna's head tilted a bit as he blinked slowly, "Your last few days here?" Micha nodded and moved to sit on his bunk, motioning for Jouna to sit as well and he accepted the offer sitting right next to Micha. Right away Micha could feel his face flush as he breathed in the scent of the other male, his paws closing together in his lap as he told Jouna how long he had been in this place and the fact that he will be leaving in a few days. Jouna nodded understanding the story and sighed a bit looking at Micha and looking him over again, letting out a small breath and a single word. "Shame". Micha tilted his head this time and looked into Jouna's eyes, "Shame? why is that?". Jouna smiled and leaned into Micha, breathing into his ear as he spoke, "I was hopeing you were going to be in as long as I was, you seem like someone I would much enjoy to get to know." his words ended but his muzzle stayed close to Micha's ear and Jouna licked his ear ever so lightly before backing away some, leaving Micha to sit in bewilderment as he turned towards Jouna and wrapped his arms around him, embraceing and kissing him. It was love at first sight and Micha was right. He was going to enjoy his last few days in this place. At least, thats what he thought before the feelings of love set in and he relized he couldnt become to attracted to Jouna. It would be hard, but Micha would try not too.
It didnt work. No matter how hard Micha tried he could not stop thinking of his new cell mate. The next morning the two awoke to the laughs of the gaurds. They had slept in the same bunk and Micha's secret was revieled. It didnt matter to him, he was to big for anyone to mess with him and he was in love. He shrugged off the remarks as they were thrown and went about his normal days actions. Jouna was put on a different crew then Micha. This helped Micha deal with the fact that he would be leaving in another day. For the times they saw each other during the day they talked about there past lives on the outside and what Micha would be doing when he got out. On the night before his release, Micha and Jouna layed together in bed as they had since Jouna had first come there. They held each other happily, soft murrs emminating from them as they nuzzled each other. Paws wondered over each others bodies. As the passion between the two rose so did there need and there muzzles locked together in a deep kiss driving there passion over the edge. Keeping as quite as they could the two felt over every inch of there bodies. The small cell heated up around them as the scent of there arousals filled the air. Words were whispered from the other cells telling them to stop and other slanderous remarks were made. The two lovers ignored them all, knowing others knew what was going on just fueling there passions more. There was no stopping Micha's next action as he rolled over and drew Jouna on top of him, there muzzles still locked as Micha's spread his legs and let Jouna fall between them. Micha moaned lightly as he felt Jouna's arousal press under his tail. Micha's own arousal pressing into Jouna's stomach. Jouna pulled back from the kiss and looked deeply into Micha's eyes. His eyes full of love as they told his love to go on but be gentle. Jouna pressed his hips forward and slid slowly into his new love, there muzzles once again locked. Micha moaned lowly as he felt himself being filled by his love's member. His body shuddered as he tensed and relaxed his muscles, eliciting a moan from Jouna. Jouna began to slowly thrusts his hips forward and then pull them back. There moans muffled by each others muzzles as the love making went on. Each of them wanting this moment to never end. There minds taken away from being locked away deep inside these walls. The darkness no longer able to take them as they reveled in each others bodies. Jouna's bodied tensed as he felt his orgasm began to rise. Micha's legs wrapped around his love's waist and pulled him in harder and faster. Feeling Jouna's knot against his tailhole Micha pulled hard one last time pushing the knot inside of him, locking his love inside him. The feeling of being locked inside his love was all Jouna could handle and he released his seed deep into Micha. Micha's body tensed and tightened around Jouna as his own orgasm rose and flowed over him, his seed spilling out between the two males. Jouna spent the next few minutes lightly humping into his lover as the afterglow set in. With the kiss broken, Micha moved his muzzle into Jouna's neck and lightly nibbled and kissed at his neck. They both murred as they held and nuzzled each other, falling to sleep in each others arms in the cold and damp cell.
The morning came quicker than either of the two lovers had hoped. The gaurd made his usual loud wake up call. Running his nightstick along the bars and shouting telling everyone to get there asses out of bed and get in gear for the start of the day. Jouna looked deeply into Micha's eyes, he knew he would probably never see his love again. The gaurd stopped in front of thier cell. His voice harsh as he glared at them. "You two faggots get the ??? up and dressed." he pointed to Micha, "You are out of here today, and good ridance, one less faggot for me to deal with." Micha growled lowly at the gaurds words but stopped not wanting to be beaten on his last day. Micha and Jouna got up and dressed, after one last kiss as far as Jouna was concerned the doors opened and the two went there seperate directions. Micha went through the process of being let out. His eyes full of tears the whole time as he thought of Jouna, a spark came into his eyes as he heard the man filling out his paperwork say, "Now, you need to see Mr. Cruble within one hour of your release he will be your paroll officer and he will explain to you that if you so much as fart in the wrong palce you'll be back in here in no time." Those words came as music to Micha as he smiled to himself, nodding to the gaurd he was escorted and left alone outside the gates. He looked back at the prison from the outside and sighed, then went on his way to carry out the small plan he cooked up in his mind.
Jouna's day went sluggish. The whole day all he could do was think of Micha. He had cried to himself a few times as he worked the mines. A few furs asked if they could do anything. Jouna just shook his head and continued his work, his mind nowhere near the work he was doing. Lunch time came and Jouna sat, not moving or eating, just sulking. The same continued for the second half of his work day, and continued into dinner. He didnt eat and he didnt even let his eyes wander during the group showering time. He lay in his bunk unable to sleep, he knew he wouldnt be able to handle this for very long, but maybe he could get out on good behavior or something. Micha had left him a number where he would be in case Jouna ever got out. Jouna just sighed and stared at the ceiling.
This was it, he was going to do it, and nothing would stop him. The thought continued to run through Micah's mind as he walked down the streets. Jouna had told him of this part of town. Jouna had grown up here and told him that the police here were very strict. Micha grinned evily as he saw a somewhat older gentleman cross the street. Micha almost felt bad as he walked up behind the man and wrapped one arm around the mans chest, locking the mans arms down, the paw of his otehr arm coming up and locking around his muzzle. Micha whispered into the mans ear, "Dont be afraid, I will release you." With that Micha howled out loudly, catching the attention of a police officer just a few feet away. Micha locked eyes with the officer and snapped the neck of the man in his arms. Immediately the officer drew his gun shouting at Micha telling him to freeze. Micha smiled and raised his arms in a mocking fashion, the innocent man falling to the ground at his feet. The officer ordered Micha to lay face down on the ground with his paws behind his head. Micha did as ordered, the whole time happy to know he will be back with his love very soon. The officer rushed Micha and roughly cuffed him and held him in place until a car came. Micha was takeing back to the station and soon takeing back to the prison he left only a few hours earlier.
Micha admitted fully to what he had done and he was not given a court hearing. Micha didnt care. He was booked for murder and sentanced to 5 to life in the same penententry, this made him overjoyed. The officers that escorted him throughout this process continuelly wondered why he was so happy. As they reached the gates and the check in area one of the officers asked him, "Why are you so happy to be back in here?" Jouna just smirked, "I did it for love." With that he was taken and placed back in the same cell he had occupied before. The gaurd growled at him and smacked him a few times saying he had thought he had gotten rid of him, telling him at least his ??? buddy would actually get some work done tommorow. Micha smiled to the gaurd, not caring what was done to him. He layed down on the bunk and breathed in deeply. He was intoxicated by the smell of his love and could not wait at all to give Jouna his surprise as soon as he came back.
A gaurd aproached Jouna as he was being lead back to his cell. The gaurd pulled Jouna aside and handed him a letter, then the gaurd walked off. As Jouna walked he read the letter. It plainly stated that his father was killed earlier this morning by a recently set free prisoner. Jouna's heart sank even deeper. He cried as he walked back to his cell, not only had he lost his love, he now had no family left to turn to if he ever needed anything. He was truly alone in this world. He wiped away his tears so the gaurd wouldnt see them. Jouna knew if he did the gaurd would have a fun time making it worse than it was.
Micha waited in the cell anxiously as he heard the sound of the prisoners bein led back into thier cells. Micha could hardly contain himself as his cell door opened, Jouna apeared there, his head hung low, eyes locked on the floor. Micha stood and very quietly moved out of Jouna's way. Jouna didn't even notice him and just sat down on the bunk. Jouna's ears twitched bit and he sniffed the air lightly. He could smell somtething familiar and he looked up to stare into Micha's smiling face. Jouna blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes. "Either I am that depressed that I am seeing things or a miracle has happened." Micha grinned and pounced on Jouna licking his muzzle, "Guess its a miracle then love." The two huged each other and kissed and held each other closely for hours, doing nothing but giving each other light kisses and hugs. After awhile of just laying there Jouna sat up and looked into Micha's eyes, tilting his head some Jouna asked, "How did you get back in here so quickly?" Micha smiled, "Well you see, The guy that wrote me out this morning told me I had to see a paroll officer who would tell me if I did something wrong I would be back in here very quickly, so I did something wrong." Jouna looked worried for a moment and finally asked, "What did you do?" Micha frowned some and sighed, "The first thing that came to mind, I killed a man in front of a police officer, I remembered you telling me of that neighborhood you grew up in and how many cops were there so I went there, picked a guy and broke his neck to be with you." Jouna expression was one of total shock, as well as sorrow, "You shouldnt have done that, that was just so ruthless and cold hearted, what about that poor man?" Micha shrugged, "He was just some bum wolf, old burly guy, stood about my height, all grey fur and a large black patch over his left eye, a nobody I guess. Although his fur colorings were quite rare." Jouna's expression changed slightly as he heard the description, his eyes narrowed and he growled lightly, reaching into a drawer of the small nightstand he pulled out a picture and showed it to Micha, "Is this the man per chance?" Micha blink and gasped as he saw the picture, his joy and happiness were gone as he relized he had killed his love's father. Micha swallowed hard and looked up at Jouna. As he looked up to him Jouna's mouth closed around Micha's throat and bit down. Micha struggled a bit out of instinct but soon there was no more air to breath and Micha's body went limp. Jouna held his now dead love in his arms and cried into the fur. The sorrow and pain inside him made him feel as though he would just die on the spot. He couldnt feel his heart and he let out a long mourninful howl. That was the last sound heard from that cell that night.
"Alright you ladies, get up and at em!" The gaurds voiced boomed through the cell blocks. The morning had come and the checks were being made as usual, all the doors were open and everyone was out of there cells, except one. The main gaurd ordered another gaurd to go check that cell, telling him to wake the faggots up and get them out here. The gaurd chuckled out a few words as he rounded the corner of the cell, "You heard the man faggots get the f...-", His words stopped abruptly as he looked into the cell. "Sarge we got a problem." He stated simply, "There both dead".
"In the end of it all, When you feel there is nothing more for you. Maybe the only way to be truly free is to be without the world below your feet." His Breath So Warm
by: Crazy Italian Brian awoke one day to his alarm clock on a Monday morning in December. Feeling as warm and cozy as a canine morph could be he did not want to get out of the bed but he knew he must. To wake up quickly he went to the shower and started the hot water. He stripped off his boxers he unnecessarily wore because of human laws of decency. He wobbled into the shower as an icy blast of water startled him into full awake ness . The fur on his body shivered as it slowly got wet, he had a very thick coat of black with stripes of silver. His water pipes were somewhat frozen and the ice jetting out of the shower heads quickly told him that. He shivered for a while not being able to move, somewhat paralyzed by the cold, his morning wood shriveling away before his eyes. finally the warm started to seep into him as the ice melted into a relaxing stream. At least he was now fully awake to enjoy this as he washed himself and walked out into the kitchen to see what he could cook up today. He saw nothing but Pop-tarts on the counter as he watched his coffee brew. He walked outside to pick up his paper, the headlines said that there was a prison break and a highly skilled female ninja had escaped and is was expected to have reached the area of Brian’s village. His expression of shock was disrupted by children laughing in the background. His conscious came to him as he realized he hadn’t gotten his clothes on yet. He abruptly turned and went inside cursing, he didn’t mind the laws created by humans, he just thought that they were troubling at times. A wolf morph does not NEED to be restricted in tight clothes, he wanted to be free, he wouldn’t even mind the humans taking a break every once in a while. Brian believed that every one should be the way god intended them to be, in an unconscious freedom. His coffee was still steaming hot so he poured his cup and sat down resuming his thought about the jail escape. It was a scary image that flowed into his mind, thinking that a ruthless murderer, a NINJA none the less, was running around killing mercilessly.
After eating and donning some light grey shorts and walked outside, the smell of the market flooded to his nose as he told the first breath of the brisk morning. He could smell the cinnamon rolls that one of his friends was making fresh for sale. There was another odd scent to the fray of all the commotion but he could not single it out , there was too much going on around him as the scent he had never smelled escaped him. He knew every smell in the village but this could not be from around these parts “strange”, he muttered. At first he thought that the slave traders had come but it was a Tuesday the wagon was not due for another 12 hours. He shook the thought and resumed his original mission, he continued along the road occasionally stopping to look at some items on display in his favorite intimate shop the “High Tailin” he saw that there were many different types of female apparel, he found several outfits that he would love for girls to put on but alas he had no girlfriend. Brian was no virgin he had two brief relationships with women but he was deeply hurt when they turned out to be nothing more than betrayers who ditch after love. He did have a stash at home but was waiting for the opportune moment to use them or give them as special gifts at Christmas. Sweating in the weather he walked around the entire village greeting and groaning as his hunger drove him to a local restaurant where he could have the best pheasant meat. “Hey Jacques have any new fowl for lunch?” The bartender nodded and quickly headed to the backroom where all food was prepped and preserved. Out of the corner of Brian’s eye he heard whisperings of a unfamiliar badger…“yea I got me a new shipment o’ slaves, tryin ta’ git rid of em before the police are on to me…” This attracted his attention almost immediately but he tried to not look like he was watching, Brian was so intrigued and angered at the same time, he wanted to know who these slavers were and wanted to kill them and liberate the slaves they have caught. Jacques handed Brian his meat still smoking lightly. He leaned forward and said to Brian, “You don’t want to go messing with those morphs, they’ve been nothing but trouble since they got here. They are the new punks who capture innocents and torture them, *then* when they’ve had their fill of fun the slaves are sold.” Brian was astonished by this and wanted even more to liberate the captives. “What else do you know about them?” Brian wanted to know his enemies before starting a bar fight. While Jacques informed Brian of all that he had heard the thugs had left and were heading out to the 135 acre field where the wagon was stationary. He followed closely behind, out of sight, his fur tingling with excitement. He expected there to be more slaves in the cart but only one was visible, it was a female fox (a vixen if you will), she appeared to be unconscious, her bright red coat glistening in the bright sun, darkened by several wet dark red spots, Brian assumed it was blood from the torment of these horrible beings. His blood got boiling hot as he readied himself for a fight of freedom.
He had to wait though, he wanted every advantage he could get, as he was very fast but not that strong…. “My teeth and claws are a little duller that I usually keep them so they won’t do me much good if they wake.” when he was positive they were all asleep he crept out of his hiding spot and proceeded towards the wagon cart, “Damn! The doors are locked, I’ll have to search their filthy bodies and look for the stupid keys.” He gently lifted up the left hand fold of the badger’s jacket luckily this allowed him to see the key ring on his belt. At this point Brian’s pads were sweating profusely. His breath had become slow and deep, moist steam appearing when he exhaled in the cold dark camp. Gently he undid the clip of the ring and made sure to put the clip back slowly so it didn’t snap and alert the morph of his presence. Brian easily found the matching key to the lock as they were both rustic in color. He tapped the fox on the shoulder carefully as not to touch an injury, she stirred slightly a single moan escaped a little her mouth. He wanted to hush her but he seemed entranced by how familiar she smelled. *!!!!*That’s what that smell was, you were just in town today.” At this she seemed to flush with movement, he held onto her shoulder and tapped harder, she sprung to full awareness and shrunk back to a far corner of her cage. “It’s alright! I’m here to get you out of this cage,” she looked as if she were thinking but her fur stood on edge just in case. She must have accepted his offer because she tried to speak but only wisps of audible language came out. She then signaled that her throat was hurt indicated by the teeth marks on the underside of her muzzle. “It’s a shame,” he thought “such a beautiful morph tied and beaten to hell itself.” As he put the key in the lock she ran back to her solitary corner as if she was fearing something, “don’t worry I’m not going to hurt you….” he reassured her, but it seems she was not looking *at* him but she was looking PAST him….
A claw grabbed Brian’s scruff on his neck and almost shook him while saying in a booming voice, “No… But I will!” Brian felt himself get picked up and thrown back about 5’ landing on his chest and sliding to a stop at a bush. Brian quickly went into his feral rage he usually reserved for serious enemies. He bared his fangs and gave a deep warning growl, “What? You think you can take a tauren (minotaur like morph)? Don’t make me rip that fur out of your hide!” Brian had to think quickly as he was not planning a long battle, Brian tried to circle around and expose the kidneys of his enemy. The bull realized this soon and charged to blow Brian off balance, thanking his dad for his incredible reflex training, as he rolled down to the side of the raging bull, his enemy stumbled trying to regain balance. Brian took this opportunity to slash the back of the tauren’s leg, when he heard the ground shaking roar that followed he’d wished he had just knocked him out. The bull turned and looked down at the nimble wolf. Realizing he had put himself in a vulnerable position Brian raised his paws and bent them in a way that is covering his head. The bull simply picked him up by the neck and raised him to eye level while saying, “that was a bad idea…” he raised Brian head to his horns “he is going to kill me? I can’t let this happen…no…I’ve come…too far for it to end this way.” Brian suddenly got a confident gleam in his eye, even the bull saw this and said, “Do you not fear death?” Brian replied, “No…I DON’T FEAR YOU!!!” at that Brian lifted his dangling legs and vigorously scratched the bull face and chest causing the tauren great pains, his grip loosened enough for Brian to do a very athletic flip, launching himself off the bull’s shoulders and spinning in mid-air so he would land facing his foe. Brian crouched when he landed with one paw out to absorb shock, then broke out into a dash that even the fox thought brave. Brian thrust his claws out before he reached the unaware bull, screaming a vengeful
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