The following story contains depictions of events that readers may find disturbing or upsetting.  Themes such as rape, child exploitation, drug abuse, violence, and the PTSD associated with such traumatic events will all be explored.  This is a work of fiction, and the author does NOT condone any of the terrible acts within.  Any resemblance to real events or persons is purely coincidental.  Reader discretion is advised.
Chapter 2: Gold Dawn

Falling.

Falling for hours.  Falling for weeks.  The charcoal kitten looked no older than 4 as he fell through the void.  Time lost meaning to the boy as he tumbled through the never ending black.  Growing taller and taller Haze slowly began to age, his clothes stretching as his body grew to normal height.  “When will this end?” He said flatly, continuing to fall into the void.

WHAM!

The small boy sat up and rubbed his head.

“What’s wrong with you Haze!”  The bellowing yells of the gym teacher echoed through the gymnasium with his whistle.  The kitten glanced up at the imposing figure of the polar bear staring down at him, “Where are your pants!?”

Looking down at himself in horror the young boy found himself wearing nothing but his socks and sandals as all his classmates began to laugh and point.  The boys in the crowd began to stretch and grow, their shadowy figures towering over the small cabbit.

One shadow began looming over all others with a glowing white sinister smile.  “You thought I was your friend!? HA!” Cyber’s voice echoed clearly as Haze fell on his naked butt and began crawling back against the wall.

The wall quickly became the backboard of the kitten’s bed.  The figure of the older wolf boy pinned him down to the mattress with a smirk.  “You thought I would protect you?” The pup laughed, “For a nerd you sure are fucking stupid!”

It was at this moment that Haze noticed the comically large shaft dangling from the other boy's tiny sheath.  Larger than Hunter’s was the night before it didn’t remotely belong to a cub Cyber’s size, yet there it hung.  “This is all you’re good for.”  The feline's body felt stiff as a board while the other boy rolled him over with ease.  Shuddering as he felt the shaft running between his cheeks, Haze began to beg, “No...no...NO!  NO!  DON’T!”

“It’s too late for that dork!”  The older boy howled and thrust his hips forward.

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“AAAHH!”  The kitten’s head shot up in the bed as he felt the cold sweat running through his fur.  Looking over at Cyber still sound asleep in his bed the wolf cub was basically impossible to wake once out. The young feline’s heart was racing as he started processing the nightmare sitting there in the dark.  Putting his glasses on he looked around the room, seeing only Cyber’s mess in the shadows.

“J-just a nightmare…” He squirmed as nature's call kept him from laying back down and going to sleep. Hopping out of bed, the bespectacled little feline tiptoed his way out into the hall.  Silently slipping into the bathroom his eyes immediately squinted as he flipped on the light.  Shuffling up to the toilet, Haze pulled his pajamas and briefs down just in the nick of time.

The long constant stream of yellow pouring from the cub felt like such a relief.  “Aaaahhhh…”  He let out a sigh of relief as it kept going and going.  Toes squirming and curling as he let it all out, Haze finished a few moments later with a relaxed smile.  Pulling his bottoms and briefs back up with a snap of elastic, the young boy flushed and proceeded to wash his hands.

Looking up in the mirror, the young boy stared at the reflection of his now stepfather.  The old wolf glaring at him with a scowl burned into his face.  “Wake up Haze.”

“Wh-wha?”

“I SAID WAKE UP BRAT!” The reflection barked

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Jumping awake with a start, the dorky little cub practically fell out of bed.  Almost immediately he groaned as his little body ached in a way it was never meant to, all of the previous night's abuse contributing to a stiff soreness the boy had never felt before.  His brain processing the sudden awakening, it was only moments later that he noticed the warm wet puddle he found himself lying in.  Shooting upright he looked at his bedding in horror to see that he’d completely soaked everything.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.”  The older dark gray wolf towered over the side of Haze’s bed glaring down at him with judgemental eyes and a somewhat playful smirk.  “I thought you were a big boy, but look at you pissin’ the bed like a toddler.”

The feline’s cheeks flushed as his face turned several shades of red.  Covering his eyes the child began to sob as the adult bullied him.  “I-I-I’m soorrrrryyyyy…” he choked out quietly between sobs.

Setting his hand on Haze’s shoulder and sitting next to the young kitten, the man’s calming actions were undermined by his malicious aura. “You’re sorry? Sorry for WHAT?!” Hunter emphasized his question as he tightly grabbed the back of the little boy's head and practically threw him forwards.  Haze yelped and flailed as his face was forced down onto the mattress and straight into the wettest part of his bedding.

“Sorry for what?  Sorry for wetting the bed?  Sorry for being a baby?”  Hunter growled as he began to grind Haze’s nose into the puddle.  Holding the small boy's head down tight and forcing him down as hard as he could, the man laughed as he watched the child frantically struggling in front of him.

“WHAA-GH-GH!” The kitten cried out as the acrid smell of his own piss began burning deep inside his nostrils.  His claws stretched out as he instinctively tried to push away from the mattress, but he was powerless with his head in the tight grip of his step fathers massive hands.

“Or are you sorry for giving me a mess to clean up?” Hunter ground the boy into the mattress for several more moments before he paused.  Letting up a half inch to give the young boy a moment to breathe he asked again, “Well?  What are you sorry for, brat?”

Sputtering and crying weakly the cub gasped, “E-everything!  I’m s-sorry for e-everythiiiinnggg!” Clenching his eyes shut he prayed he wasn’t about to be forced back down into the puddle.

“You better be.”  The man laughed as he ground his stepchild’s nose deeper into the mattress one more time before pulling him up. “If you keep this up you’ll be wearing diapers got it?” The man laughed as he kept hold of the boy’s long white hair.

“Y-yes s-sir”  Haze choked out between tears.  Any hopes he had of it being over for the morning were dashed as he felt his head getting pulled closer towards the towering monster.  The adult smirked and pulled his boxers down a little to reveal his hard canine shaft to the stunned cub, holding his stepchild’s face a few inches from it.  “I don’t have time to take care of this myself now that I have to wash your bedding.”  The cub now completely wide awake just stared in shock at the fleshy rod as the previous night flashed before his eyes.

“I’ll leave it up to you.” A malicious smirk grew on the man's face, “You can open wide and begin licking and sucking on it on your own, ooorrrrrrrr, I can bend you over the bed again like I did last night.  It’s your choice.”  He snickered a bit to himself as he gently released his grip on the boy’s hair.

Haze’s mind raced as he stared at the shaft in front of him with disgust.  He just wanted to wake up, get a bath, eat, and forget everything that happened and he wasn’t even allowed that.  Readjusting his glasses on his face he wiped snot from his nose from all his sobbing as he contemplated his options.  The logical part of the nerd’s brain screamed that it was a no brainer to suck his stepfather’s cock and avoid going through the pain again, but every other part of him screamed against both options so vehemently that the boy just froze in fear.

“I’ll give you until the count of 3 until I tear you a new one boy.”  The canine growled in frustration at the child’s indecision.

“One.”

The cub's heart skipped a beat as his mind screamed to be free of this decision.

“Two.”

The boy began shaking as a part of him fought to physically do anything at all.

“Two and a-”

Hunter found his counting cut off as the cub’s body sprang forward trying to prevent the ‘three’ it was anticipating.  Wrapping his mouth around the man's shaft, the boy immediately grimaced.  The taste of sweat and musk was pungent and immediately disgusted the young child.  Enjoying the moment, the adult wolf just lay back on the boy’s bed and let his stepson work things out for himself.  Tears were streaming down Haze’s face as he worked more of the shaft into his mouth and struggled to put his tongue anywhere that didn’t amplify his disgust.  The boy sobbed quietly as he obediently worked the thick canine shaft, not wanting to know what the twisted adult had planned next.

“You’re not half bad for no experience.”  Hunter let out a sigh of pleasure as he gently set a hand on the cub’s head.  The boy’s ears twitched in recoil of the man’s touch, but he dared not resist.  “We’ll change that, don’t worry.”  He laughed a bit as he caressed and cradled the boy's head against his crotch.  Seeing the boy giving him a disgusted glare up at him forced a chuckle out of the man, “Glare at me all you want, as long as you follow my only rule you’ll be fine.”

Pulling back as he instinctively gasped for air the kitten whimpered, “Wh-what do you mean ‘only rule’?”  Smacking his lips as he tasted a salty kind of aftertaste, Haze shrunk as he saw his step father giving him a dominating glare, immediately beginning to suck and lick at the man's shaft again.

Moaning in pleasure at the renewed oral struggle happening around his shaft, Hunter sighed as he knew he had to make things clear. “I only have one rule.”  He gasped as Haze’s tongue unwittingly did exactly what he’d hoped it would.  “One rule.  You do whatever I tell you to do.  That’s it.”  He huffed and shifted slightly to get more comfortable sitting on the small bed.  “Otherwise, do whatever the fuck you want, I don’t care.”

Moaning a couple more times, the man snickered again, “That’s probably why your brother learned his place.  He does what he’s told, and then gets whatever R rated movies and violent video games he wants.”

Was that really why his brother cooperated with this?  For video games and movies?  Haze’s tears were now a mix of disgust and anger.  Gagging as he tasted more of that salty aftertaste in his mouth, and starting to burn with rage that his ‘best friend’ would put him through this horror for something as trivial as games and movies.  He couldn’t imagine doing something like that.

“Y-you still want that new laptop?”  The adult stammered slightly, struggling to hold back his orgasm.  “If you swallow any of it, i-it’s yours.”  Grinning maliciously as he gently held Haze’s head closer to him he could feel the pressure building moment by moment.

New laptop?  The expensive gaming laptop he’d mentioned?  It felt like years since he’d mentioned it even if it had only been last week.  The boy’s mind swirled between disgust, anger, and confusion.  Swallow?  Swallow what?  Was he going to pee?  His thoughts raced from one to another and he struggled to follow any one direction for more than a second.

“Fuck!” Hunter groaned and grasped Haze by the hair for a moment, “Here it comes!”  He grit his teeth as he held the small boy's head up against his knot, the pressure suddenly jetting forth in a powerful orgasm.  His thick shaft continued to throb and twitch in his stepchild’s throat as the boy panicked.

Haze’s eyes went wide in horror as he felt the powerful jet of warm, salty fluids beginning to flood his maw.  He immediately felt himself retching at the earthy flavors of his step fathers spunk spreading over his tongue.  Thrashing and struggling to pull free, the kitten swallowed several times out of reflex at the sheer volume of ejaculate against his throat as it continued.

Finally forcing himself free of the vile hose, he took a deep gasp of air as he felt several more pumps of the man’s seed spread out across his face.  Wincing as some landed near his eyes, some of it got tangled in his hair, and more still drizzled down over his glasses lenses distorting his view behind a blurry milky white veil.

Gasping and panting for air, the young feline was too distracted with his disgust to notice as Hunter snapped a few pictures of his humiliating facial.  The adult seemed quite satisfied with his work as he wiped the rest of his softening shaft off on Haze’s cheek.

“I’m going to take your bedding down to the laundry.”  The man stood up and said as if this was a completely ordinary morning, “Get your brother up and start a bath for both of you.”  Hunter grabbed the bedding under his arms and got to the door before he paused, “And if you’re not there by the time I am...well, you’ll learn sooner or later.”  He laughed at the ominous threat as he trudged out of the room and down the hall, leaving the kitten alone.

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Feeling the sticky substance beginning to cool and harden on his face as he sat there, Haze whimpered and sniffled, trying to wipe some of it away with his arms as he began to sob and cry.  Swallowing his pain the cub forced himself to stumble out of bed.  His legs felt like jelly, and his butt ached, but slowly he managed to work his way across the room to his brother.

Sniffling again as he glared at the boy slumbering beneath him.  Slumbering almost too peacefully.  His feline tail twitched and weaved behind him as he stared daggers at the small grey and red wolf laying there in a tangled web of sheets and blankets.  His fur bristled as he thought of all the violent movies and games Cyber had shown him over the years, wondering if it was all to build up to this.  His pain warping to anger as he looked for someone else to blame, the kitten grabbed hold of his brother's blankets before yanking and pulling back with all the weight and force his little body could muster.

“WHUMP!”

The smaller child’s weight slammed into the floor as he was yanked off the bed in a ruder awakening than he was ever used to.  Struggling and squirming in the mass of fabric, the pup poked his head free a moment later.  His bloodshot eyes stared up with an expression that looked more fitting for someone who was thirty and overworked than a young boy of only 10.

“Dad told me to get you up for a bath.”  The feline growled with tears in his eyes as he looked down at his brother in a heap on the floor.  Still half asleep as he was, Cyber’s eyes couldn’t find anything to focus on but the streaks of pearlescent white cum painted across his siblings face.  Feeling the eyes staring at Hunter’s mess, the younger boy blushed with a huff as he turned around and stomped to the door.

“Haze, w-wait!” The pup's response went unheard as Haze stormed out of the bedroom and the opposite way down the hall that his step father went earlier.  “I’m sorry…”  He whimpered before rubbing his head and sitting up.  “Ow…”  He whispered with a whimper, barely touching his black eye before pulling back with a wince. “Oh...right…”

The wolf didn’t know what to do as he stretched on the floor.  This was his first day as an older brother and his best friend-now sibling wanted nothing to do with him.  Catching a slight whiff of the scent of ammonia in the air, he started to piece together what had happened as he looked over at the feline's bare mattress.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick…

The clock out in the hall seemed noisier than ever with nobody else in the room.  The wolf cub sighed, trying to figure out how to make things right.  He needed Haze’s honest intelligent help more than ever, and knowing this was the one time it wasn’t available cut deep.  Hearing the heavy footsteps of his uncle beginning to approach, the little grey wolf knew he didn’t have any more time to think as he got up and sprinted to the bathroom.

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The older wolf was in no rush as he slowly walked past the boys bedroom and towards the bathroom.  Opening the door, Hunter noticed immediately the higher humidity emanating from the full bathtub.  His nephew sat naked on the toilet seat, and his stepchild was already hiding himself in the bath water.  Seeing his boys on opposite sides of the room not talking to each other was a little weird, but he couldn’t be bothered to think about such trivial things instead of business.  Stepping inside he set his phone on the edge of the sink and looked at the eldest boy.

“Get in the tub Cyber.”  He growled and picked his nephew up by the scruff of his neck before pushing him towards the bath.

“B-but dad!  I c-ca-can take a bath a-a-aloooone!”  The young feline curled up into a ball and tried to hide his nudity in the bath.

“Shut it and let your brother in.”

The kitten’s ears lowered as he wiggled over and made room for the other boy to enter the bath.  He knew by now arguing with the man was pointless.  The older boy hopped over the wall of the tub and sat down with a bit of a splash as he carelessly got in the bath and sat there awkwardly next to his sibling.

“You remember my only rule, right Haze” The adult smiled as he picked up his phone from the sink.  The kitten meekly nodded as he tried to curl up tighter much to his step father’s delight.  Taking a few pictures of the wet cubs in the bath, Hunter began to consider the opportunity for a little more depravity to improve his sales.

Standing over the tub and tugging his thick shaft free of his sheath, the older wolf looked to his nephew with a smirk as the cub’s eyes drifted to his brother with concern. “Cyber!”  He barked to get the boy's attention, “Open wide for your uncle.”  He wiggled his mostly flaccid shaft in the young pup's direction.

Groaning in disgust the cub complied with his guardian's demand for oral.  Getting up on his knees and opening up, he winced as the shaft was shoved unceremoniously in his mouth, but he still began to lick and suckle on it as he knew it was expected of him. “Easy now you greedy little slut.” The older canine laughed and took hold of the boy's hair.  “Your brother already helped me with that earlier this morning.  I’ve got a new job lined up for you this time.”

The young boy was puzzled by this ominous change in duties.  Unsure what the man meant he looked up at his uncle in confusion.  He could clearly feel the relaxing sigh the man gave as he closed his eyes, and wasn’t remotely prepared for what happened next.

With no more warning than that, the torrent of warm, pungent fluid flooded the boy's mouth as it felt like a pressure washer to the back of his throat.  Cyber’s eyes shot open in panic as he realized what was happening and disgusted horror overcame him.  Struggling and trying to pull back in futility with his head so tightly gripped, the young boy’s wails were literally drowned out by the firehose of urine.

The hot piss began leaking out around the shaft and down the cub's cheeks before dripping into the bath water below.  The boy looked like he’d be sick as his uncle's urine flowed over his tongue and pooled in the back of his throat.  “You better swallow if you don’t want to drown.” The man laughed as he kept relieving himself down his nephew’s maw as if there wasn’t a toilet right behind him.  Reluctantly the young canine began to force himself to swallow down some of the foul, acidic piss.  He teared up as he felt it burn against the back of his throat the whole way down while more continued to flood whatever space he freed up with each swallow.

The feline nearby watched in disgusted horror as he shrank more against the back of the tub.  His face similarly turned green as he felt ill just watching this.  The scent of the older male’s urine began to linger in the air as it leaked from the older boy’s lips, pungent in a way only the first piss of the morning ever was.

Feeling the end of his stream incoming, the deviant adult let go of the boy's wet crimson hair and let him pull away out of reflex.  The cub instantly regretted this action as he felt the hot stream of fluids hit him in the face and trickle down through his fur.  Flipping his stream back and forth a little bit between the two boys, the older wolf laughed as the kitten whimpered and cowered while shaking in disgust.  Horrified to have his stepfather’s urine all over him, the feline tried in vain to wash it away, but the smell served as a constant reminder to both of them.

Continuing to cough and wheeze for air as his uncle finished pissing all over him, the young wolf pup struggled to cope with the introduction of yet another new kind of abuse.  He’d been forced to do so many things, but the idea of even piss being used to hurt him had never even crossed his mind.

He didn’t have time to consider what other possible forms of abuse he might be overlooking as his twisted guardian ordered him to shut up.  The wolf boy’s body instinctively froze and waited for orders as a few inescapable sobs shook through him.

“Why don’t you give your dear little brother a loving kiss for me?” Hunter laughed as he instructed his nephew to make out with his step sibling.

Staring at his step brother with a defeated expression, the little wolf sighed, “H-Haze, I’m so-”

“Just shut up and get it over with!” Haze’s uncharacteristically sharp interruption echoed through the bathroom as he cut the older boy off. The kitten’s wet tail flitted about in frustration as he felt his brother reluctantly embrace him.  Expecting a simple peck on the cheek, the young feline was totally unprepared as his brother locked lips with him in the sensual way the man had expected.

“HMMPH?!”  Gasping and squirming as a blush overcame his face, the younger boy struggled in confusion as he felt the pup’s tongue invade his mouth.  As the two tongues wrestled gently for dominion of Haze’s maw, the young feline scrunched his face as he became keenly aware of what his brother had just drank.  The flavor of Hunter’s piss lingered strongly long after the boy had swallowed it all, and now the younger brother got to experience it all second hand.

If not for that reminder of what his life was now, it might have actually been pleasant for the little cabbit.  As the wolf boy finally broke the kiss, the small feline’s barbed shaft poked out of its sheath for a split second before retreating like it had seen its shadow and was preparing for 6 more weeks of winter.

The two boys sat there awkwardly expecting something more as they stared blankly at their guardian.  Both wanted it to be over so badly, but at this point they also knew to always expect the worst.

Looking over what he had recorded, Hunter wondered if he should get more or not.  What he had would sell for more than enough, but wasn’t anywhere near as much video as he had hoped to film either.  Seeing however that the two boys weren’t going to be very strong performers at this point, the older wolf just sighed and locked his phone.  “You two get cleaned up and dressed, then come down for breakfast.”

A few joints cracked and groaned as the man stood up and stretched.  Looking at the boys sitting there naked, wet, and miserable put a smile on his face as he walked out and down the hall.

“H-Haze, listen I’m-”

“Shut up.”  The kitten growled and moved as far as he could before dunking his head in the water to rinse his hair, bouncing back up he pulled his drenched hair back and brushed some water out with his hands.  Trying his best not to think about the fact that Hunter’s piss was mixed in the bathwater as he just wanted to get things over with and get out.

“I’m s-”

“If you say you’re sorry one more fucking time, I’ll break every single fucking game you own.  Got it?”  The feline’s tail twitched and he stared his brother down with all the deadly seriousness such a little nerd could muster.

Cyber didn’t know what else to say as he watched his younger brother shaking and holding back sobs while washing up.  Realizing that trying to say anything more was pointless, the wolf dunked his head too as he began to wash up and get clean.  The two boys awkwardly silent the rest of their bath.

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A short few minutes later, the distinct footsteps of two cubs coming down the stairs began to grow as the two boys made their way to the dining room.  The older wolf was now completely redressed.  He was running back and forth through the kitching and dining area as he frantically put together breakfast as if it had been any ‘normal’ day Haze had experienced before.

Cyber was the first to sit at the table and clearly the least dressed of the three of them.  The young wolf wore little more than a pair of cargo shorts that were slightly too big on him.  The shorts sagged just a little to reveal the red elastic band of his red and white briefs no matter how many times the boy pulled them up.

Haze on the other hand was the most dressed.  The nerd finally felt somewhat safer now that he was wrapped up in all his layers of clothes.  His white button up shirt was covered by a blue sweater vest.  Both were tucked into his well fitting, but very schoolboy-ish shorts.  Unlike his brother, this boy preferred to wear footwear, but much to his brother's chagrin he couldn’t bear to wear even sandals without some protective socks covering his paws.  If socks and sandals didn’t solidify the nerd ensemble, the cabbits huge, thick framed glasses took almost all attention away from his buck teeth.

The two boy’s postures couldn’t be any different. Though the smaller of the two, the grey pup had pulled himself together and feigned normalcy so well that nobody other than his step brother and uncle could begin to see.  Hunched over with his tail flittering back and forth anxiously, the feline covered his face and leaned into the table as he tried to just forget the last 12 hours happened.

“Who wants waffles?!” The older wolf smiled and cheerfully held up a plate in front of Haze.  The cabbit unburied his face from his palms to stare at the breakfast in front of him.  The boy could feel the turmoil boiling between his gut and his brain as he stared at his favorite breakfast being handed to him by a disgusting demon in canine disguise.

“Th-thanks…” Haze took the plate and began to poke at it with his fork.

The young wolf squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, his legs dangling from the chair and gently kicking back and forth hiding his own anxiety.  The only sounds in the dining room were the sounds of the cabbit’s fork lazily scraping on the plate, and what little cooking noise traveled in from the kitchen.  Cyber’s ears lowered as the silence began to weigh on him, wanting to say anything and knowing he couldn’t.

The silence was suddenly broken by a deafening loud yawn, Denise stepping into the dining room looking completely exhausted and barely awake.  The elegant beauty of her wedding dress gone and replaced by a simple purple bathrobe, the snow white rabbit could still turn heads no matter how disheveled she was.

“Good morning boys.”  She yawned with a groan as she cut through into the kitchen.  Seeing her now husband manning the waffle iron she let out a sly smile as she hugged him from behind, “Good morning sweety.”  Hunter smiled as he leaned down to give her a kiss, the master actor completely into his role.  “Is the coffee on?” She yawned again.

“Yeah, I already have another pot ready.”  He let her handle serving herself coffee as he plated his nephew's breakfast and brought it out to him.  “Alright kid, here’s yours.”  He enthusiastically set the plate down in front of the boy and went back to the kitchen to check on his wife and get her breakfast ready.

Taking a few reluctant and forced bites, the nervous wreck of a kitten watched the mundanity of the family interactions incredulously.  Hunter was a completely different person.  His mom couldn’t see what a monster he was.  His step brother acted like nothing had happened at all.  Forcing himself to swallow the bites from earlier, it felt like the food landed with a thud and sat in his stomach.

“H-Haze?”  The older boy whispered beside him trying to get the cabbit’s attention.  The feline’s tail twitched at the sound of his brother's voice, his eyes narrowed as he glanced towards the young wolf before returning to his own food and tortured thoughts.  Slouching down in his chair, the wolf pup stared up at the ceiling and let out an exasperated sigh as the cold response left him feeling even worse.

“Cyber?” Denise stepped in from the kitchen with a concerned look on her face as she gently caressed the boy's face back to look at his big black eye. “What happened to you?” She began to hug him and try to comfort him as the little boy squirmed in protest.

If looks could kill, the hole Haze’s eyes were boring into Cyber’s skull would have not only killed his brother but anyone behind him for a hundred miles.  The boy who got him into this horrid mess was getting comforted by his own mother as his own turmoil went completely unnoticed.  The young cabbit dug his claws into his leg beneath the table as he struggled to just eat and play along.

“Believe it or not-” The large older wolf strutted in from the kitchen and slid a plate in front of Denise at the table, “Believe it or not, your sweet little kitten pulled that one off.”  He laughed the injury off as the white rabbit turned to her son with a scowl.  “Haze! You know better tha-”

“Woah, woah, woah!” Hunter laughed and pulled her to face him, “He may have done it, but it’s not his fault.”  The rabbit puffed her cheeks frustrated with herself for jumping the gun and sighed as she turned to her son, “Sorry sweetie, I’m not quite myself this morning.” The smile from his mother was enough to erase the anxiety of being in trouble, but couldn’t put a dent in the trauma that had been heaped on top of him since last night.

“So, what happened?”

Haze froze mid bite, unsure how to respond.  He panicked as he struggled to make an excuse, something he was always bad at compared to his brother.

“We were wrestling…” Cyber sighed in the most repetent sounding way possible, trying to do what he could to cover for the younger boy.  “Ya know, like they do on TV?  Haze did a cool move jumping from the bed and I lost okay?” He huffed, seeming to be truly unhappy at this fictional loss.

“You know what I think of those shows.” She shook her head and took a sip of her coffee, “Did you learn why?”  The wolf boy nodded, giving an oscar worthy performance of a scolded and apologetic child.

“You know how Cyber is honey bunny.” The older canine laughed and ruffled his nephew’s hair.  “He’s always doing stuff like this to himself, he never learns.  Isn’t that right Haze?” Hunter turned to look at his stepson with a warm smile and a laugh, appearing to be the perfect stepfather figure.

Swallowing one last gulp of his breakfast, the little nerd felt a pressure in his chest as a tear began streaming down his cheek.  Hunter’s warm smiling face staring at him flashed him back to last night, instantly staring back into the eyes of a soulless psychopathic sadist that would kill him, his mother, and anyone else who stood in his way.  The image of the perfect family he’d lived with for over a year had completely shattered in his mind's eye and he could say nothing about it to the only other person unaware of the farce.  The kitten's breath picked up its pace as the crushing weight of the last 12 hours was too much to take.

WHAM!

Smashing his chair to the ground as he suddenly stood up, the young cub sprinted for the front door struggling to hold back tears as he grit his teeth. 

“Haze wait!-” Cyber started to get up as Denise rushed to the door begging him to come back, interrupted as the door slammed loudly almost directly in her face.

“Not so fast buster!” His uncle barked and grabbed his nephew by the scruff of his neck, “Cleanup breakfast first, then you can go!”

Growling in frustration, the boy snatched up his brother's plate from the table and carried it into the kitchen along with his own.  Hunter turned to comfort his wife, “He probably just feels bad about what happened with Cyber.”  He hugged her and brushed her hair back as she nodded, “You know how he is, he’ll cry it out and be home soon like he always does.”

"Yeah…I-I'm sure you're right..." Denise held her husband tight, but her gaze remained locked on the door.

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Tears lingered briefly in the hot summer air as the cub sprinted down the sidewalk.  The young nerd's sandals slapped rhythmically against the sidewalk as he navigated the suburban landscape through the blur of tears and a narrowing tunnel vision.  Turning a blind corner around a hedge, the little cabbit tumbled head first into a much smaller boy.

Rolling into the nearby lawn, Haze groaned as he rubbed his head before letting out a panicked gasp, “My glasses!”  Tears momentarily paused as he fumbled around on the ground for his frames before picking them up and putting them on.  Sitting there on his knees, the cub squinted and struggled in confusion as the world continued to stay one big blur.

“I think these are yours.”  A new voice echoed out from the fuzzy world causing Haze to squint in it's direction. Barely able to make out the form of the younger cub holding his glasses out for him, Haze realized his mistake and removed the glasses he was wearing. “S-s-sorry, th-thanks.”  He whimpered meekly before trading the other boys frames for his own.

“Don’t mention it.”  The smaller cub said flatly while the little cabbit wiped his lenses on his shirt before putting them on.  Finally able to see, he looked around only to see the boy was no longer in front of him.  Looking around, he caught only a glimpse of the boy's white and gray fox tail entering a van parked in front of him before it sped off leaving a trail of noxious fumes that made the nerdy boy cough uncontrollably.

His initial panic broken, the cub sighed and looked around for a moment debating whether he should just go home.  A brief vision of the previous night flashed before his eyes as the word ‘home’ entered his mind, causing him to shake his head and make up his mind.  Continuing down the sidewalk at a calmer pace, the boy tried to kick rocks and cans down the way with his feet, but the boy quickly realized his already pathetic physical abilities were not aided by his preferred footwear as he stopped to remove a stone from under his foot.

He trudged along for what felt like hours as the suburban neighborhood began to thin out and the sight of the local park came into view.  Making his way down the empty park entrance and past the children’s play castle, Haze found his way into a secluded and wooded area towards the back of the park.

The sound of local traffic began to die out as he made his way deeper into this natural area of the park.  Pulling a branch out from in front of his face revealed the one place the woods had been disturbed.  A small fort that looked practically abandoned was built up against a tree using all sorts of junk and debris.  Palettes, scrap wood, rebar stolen from local construction sites, and even a few rusty old road signs made up the walls.

“Woah…”  The cabbit gasped in awe as he made his way inside the small fort, his eyes slowly adjusting to the dark interior.  Stolen, half rotted nudie magazines and empty beer cans were pretty much the only things inside.  His ear twitched unfamiliar with this kind of silence.  

Believing the fort abandoned, the young boy crawled inside and curled up against the trunk of the huge tree that the structure was built against.  Hugging his knees, he let out a long stressed out sigh before sniffling back some tears.

“Why did this happen to me?”  his tail flickered back and forth anxiously as tears steadily began streaming down his cheeks.  “W-wasn’t Cyber my friend?  Wh-wh-why didn’t h-he help m-m-meee?”  He lowered his head and struggled to hold back the hiccuping type of sobs and wails his little body wanted so desperately to let out.  “D-did he e-e-ever c-care at all?!”

Gritting his teeth in frustration the bespectacled cub could not hold back the waterworks any longer.  His strained wails of anguish echoed out from his hiding place as he unleashed all of the emotions he had bottled over the last 24 hours.  He sobbed incoherently as his typically overly logical thoughts became jumbled and bounced around frantically inside his head.

“Why did Cyber hurt me?!”

“It hurt so much!”

“Why couldn’t mom see?!”

“Can I escape?!”

“This can’t be normal, can it?!””

Disturbed at this final thought, the young nerd's hands clutched his head wondering whether or not it might even be normal.  He’d never had a father figure after all, maybe that was somehow normal?  His wails broke down into quieter sobs while he contemplated his fate.

“If that’s normal… I’ll have to go through it again...and again…” Sickened at these horrifying conclusions the boy couldn't help but continue on this nightmarish train of thought, “I’ll have no choice but...to get used to it…”  His sobs masked the sounds of rustling leaves nearby as he continued his downwards spiral, “It didn’t feel normal...it felt wrong...how could I be expected to get used to -”

"Get the fuck out here!" A teenaged growl interrupted the cubs inner voice, his orange furred fingers weaved and curled into the child's long white hair before yanking the cabbit back out into the woods.

“AAAAAAIIIIEEEEEE!!!!”  Haze squealed at the sudden pain as he was yanked free of his bunker and out into the open.  His eyes still awash in tears and his lenses fogged over made identifying his assailant almost impossible even if he weren't preoccupied by the feeling of his hair nearly being ripped from his scalp.

“Well well well, looks like a little crybaby found our hangout!”  The growling teenager mocked Haze before slamming the child's face into the ground by his hair.  Finally recognizing the voice, the boy's vision finally adjusted well enough to see his attacker.

“M-M-Magnus?!  Th-this is y-yours?!  AAAIEE!” The meek little nerd squealed as the older boy yanked his hair around yet again.

“Damn straight this is MY spot ya fucking dweeb!”  Spitting on the younger boy's face before letting him up, Magnus knew the little dweeb was cornered by his goons and couldn’t escape. Haze lowered his head and cowered as he backed up against a tree.  His heart was pounding from a different kind of terror than what he'd been through last night, but in this moment that made little difference to the child.

Magnus was an orange tiger boy perhaps just under thirteen years old with numerous dark brown stripes on his face and body.  Standing just a little taller than the nerd he was bullying, the tiger glared at his prey with a malicious grin highlighting his razor sharp fangs.  Haze trembled with fear as it began to sink in that for once he was completely alone without anybody else here to defend him.  Tears streamed down his face as he prayed to himself, 

“Please somebody...help me…”

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FWOOOOSH! K-Klank!

The sound of running water and clanking plates barely masked the frustration in all of the young grey wolf pups movements.  Grumbling as he scrubbed at a pot with a brush he sighed,

“Fucking asshole Hunter…”

THUMP!

Recognizing the heavy thud and shaking of the house he knew someone had just shut the front door.  Feeling the ravenous glare of his uncle approaching behind him, he knew it wasn’t worth pondering that for long.

“Looks like your mother’s gonna go take a walk to find your brother.”  Creeping up behind the boy at the kitchen sink Hunter snaked his arms around him while slipping a hand into his nephew's red and white briefs.  Sighing with a completely disinterested expression the younger wolf just continued with his dishwashing duty.  The twisted older man leaned in and whispered gently into the child’s ear,  “I think you can handle more than one chore, right?”

The boy visibly cringed as he felt his shorts and briefs methodically being tugged down to the floor.  Without missing a beat, the man’s large muscular hands wrapped around him lifting his body up onto the counter in front of the sink. 

“C-come on uncle Hunter...j-just let me finish this first.”  He winced and gasped at the cold nose and snout suddenly being pressed into his ass as his feet dangled helplessly in the air.

“Nah, I expect you to keep washing dishes no matter what I’m doing to you.”  The monster snorted as he kept manipulating and squeezing the pup’s firm butt cheeks.  “Or, I can just play with your brother again tonight instead if that’s what you’d prefer.”

Knowing his uncle was deadly serious Cyber sighed and resigned himself to his fate for his brother's sake.  The boy whined as he felt some threads from the elastic of his briefs uncomfortably tugging at the piercing still embedded in his small cock and sheath, “O-okay… B-but, c-can you a-at least take that r-ring out?  I-it keeps c-catching…”

“Ooooh right, I did put that back in I’m sooorrryyy~” The larger adult reached around to the boy's irritated genitals and began to roughly play around with the piercing.  “Is this what’s bothering you?”  He asked in a mockingly concerned tone while enjoying how the small cub squirmed and whined in his grip.

Cyber nodded and whimpered, “Mm-hmm!” He was unable to stop shaking while holding a glass down in the soapy water and scrubbed mindlessly with the sponge.  His little dick ached and burned with every movement the adult made while toying with the piercing.  Too busy washing dishes the cub didn’t even notice as the man removed a cap from it that kept it in place.  Hunter grinning maliciously behind his nephew, tightly gripping the piercing before yanking it free in one merciless pull.

“YEEOOWW!”  Squealing at the sudden shooting pain tearing through him, he fumbled the glass he was about to rinse.  Tears welled up in the helpless child’s eyes as he worried that the monster he called uncle had just ripped the piercing straight through him rather than just removing it.  With a large splash, the glass he fumbled sank slowly into the soapy waters and landed safely.

“Careful brat!”  The man growled as he pocketed the piercing, “You break any of my dishes and I’ll break something of y-...”  Hunter paused and smirked.  His expression mirrored the one the boy made every time he came up with a dumb prank at school. Licking his lips he corrected his earlier threat, “Nonono, ya know what?  On second thought, for every dish you break, I’ll break something of Haze’s.  Understand?”

Nodding grimly, the child slowly picked back up the glass and cleaned it again.  Methodically scrubbing it and rinsing it before putting it in a drainer beside the sink.  Frustrated, the boy picked up another dish and went at it while he internally screamed in anger.  He’d learned long ago to bottle those emotions just to avoid his guardian’s wrath.

Satisfied that his boy was resuming his dishwashing duties, Hunter refocused on his plaything.  Burying his snout in the boy's ass, the man began to greedily lick at the tiny sphincter in front of him like a piece of candy.

The cub's toes hanging a foot or so above the floor began to curl as Cyber cringed.  He hated the strange moistness of the deranged tongue teasing at his anus.  Disgust washed over him as he felt it poking and prodding at his rear entrance, occasionally making its way inside of him. Knowing full well how much worse his day would get if they skipped this humiliating step, the normally defiant cub bit his tongue and picked up another plate.

Without warning, Cyber felt his uncle back off and readjust the grip the monstrously large hands had over his small body.  His breathing intensified as he expected the man to be so rough that dropping a dish was inevitable no matter how prepared he was for it.  The thick canine shaft began to hot dog between his butt cheeks, spreading moist pre into his fur that sent a shiver up the child’s spine.  Knowing it would pierce him at any moment, he trembled as he slowly submerged the small dish he was barely holding on to.  As the plate clanked against the stainless steel sink bottom Hunter’s slow assault began.

“Hnnnggghh…”  The boy grimaced and grit his teeth as he felt the shaft slowly beginning to plunge into him like it had so many times before.  Squeezing down on the sponge and trying to bear with it, Cyber released a flood of soap bubbles all over his hand.  His other hand shook as he struggled to bring the plate back up to rinse.  Precariously holding onto the wet ceramic, the child barely managed to get the plate into the drainer as he felt more and more full by the moment.

“A-ahh!  Hnnnn…”  The cub gasped and groaned with his small scrawny legs squirming as they dangled over the edge of the counter.  Hunter gripped his nephew’s waist tight before continuing to inch forward at a torturous pace until he felt the pups quivering sphincter against the base of his knot.  “Aahh, good boy Cyber.” He reached up and stroked the child's red messy hair before moaning in pleasure, “You’re still so tight boy, I dunno how long I’ll last.” 

The cub was somewhat numb to this by now, no longer screaming and thrashing as he once did whenever his uncle fucked him.  Now he just lets the man do whatever he wants with him, despite how much he wished it would end every second.  He hated everything about the situation he was in, but knew he was powerless to resist.

“One day...I’ll make him pay…” This was an oath he had made to himself mentally during the early days of just him and Hunter.  He often repeated it in his mind now to take his mind off of the situation at hand, but feeling his hands pruning in the dishwater the cub let out a gasp before forcing himself back into the moment.

“H-haaa~”  Shakily picking up a pan, the child began to scrub at it with a soapy brush.  His hand jumped as he felt the adult pulling back to ready another thrust.  Cyber was breathing deeply and heavily as the thick shaft continued it’s violating assault on the little wolf’s increasingly sore ass.

Biting his lip as his tears slowly dripped into the sink, it was clear that the slow methodical movements of his uncle were taking a toll on the boy.  The steady thrusts made finishing the silverware rather tricky but the boy was too determined.  The clanking of the forks and spoons in his hands was unmistakably tied to the rhythm of Hunter’s merciless thrusting.  The small wolf cub tried his hardest to ignore the sadistic adult wrapped a hand around him, continuing to scrub dutifully even as the man began groping his still undeveloped genitals.

“Fucking hell boy!”  Hunter moaned as he molested the helpless cub on his kitchen counter, “You’re actually enjoying this you little slut!”  His large fingers began wrapping around the tiny canine shaft starting to poke free of the child’s sheath.  Smirking maliciously he began taunting his nephew,  “Look at you getting hard with my cock in your ass huh?”

The cub gasped before fumbling another plate.  The dish missed the sink by a mile as he practically threw it.  Spinning and flying through the air before it came crashing to the floor several feet away.  The ear piercing sound of shattered ceramic filled the room as pieces flew in several directions, but neither of the wolves seemed to really notice.

Whimpering as he felt a new sensation in his groin he’d never really felt before, the child's small toes reflexively began to curl as he processed it.  He couldn’t really begin to understand the tingling sensation, but his uncle's reaction told him enough to fill the young boy with intense shame.  Giving Cyber little time to process, the man thrust forward again into the boy's prostate with a moan while he continued to diddle and stroke the inexperienced little cock between his fingers.

“That’s right you little whore.  This-” Hunter paused to shake Cyber’s little penis, “-being hard means somewhere in that little head of yours you’re beginning to like being my little fuck toy.” Moaning as he felt the cub squirm uncomfortably at that taunt, the sadistic man began to pick up the pace of his anal assault while slowly beginning to jerk his nephew off.

“Haaa!...haaaa!..hnnngh!...n-nooo!...I-aaahhh!...haaah! I h-hate th-i-aah-this!  Hngg!  Haaah….haaaa!”  The helpless child’s labored breathing and groans became more and more pronounced as he struggled to comprehend what was going on.  The sensation in his pelvis was building and spreading, transforming into a new kind of pressure as the ordeal went on.  Neither the sensations or the pressure hurt, but the thought of anything about this abuse being remotely nice sickened the small wolf.  It was mortifying to think that any part of him could remotely enjoy what the monster he called uncle did to him.

“Y-you’ve got one dish left!”  The twisted man moaned and began thrusting harder and harder, simultaneously jerking his nephew’s shaft faster and faster as he pounded the small boy into the counter.  Shaking and grabbing the plate as best he could despite being thrown around by the pedophile’s manhandling, Cyber was certain he was going to drop it too.

“Haahh!  HNNGG!  Aaaah! Ow!  Aaaahhnngg!”  The cub moaned involuntarily as he shakily placed it into the sink.  Panting and gasping for air, his small hands began awkwardly scrubbing at it with the sponge before struggling to hold it over the faucet to rinse.  Practically throwing it into the strainer at the last possible second, the cub’s thrashing and squirming reached a peak as he cried out and moaned.

“Aaahhhh!  HNNGG!  S-ST-STAAHH! STA-STA-Aaahnnnggg!  I-I’m g-g-gAAH! G-Go-Gonnaaaaahh! P-P-PEEEEE!”

The ten year old bit his teeth and grabbed onto the sink, he cried as his tiny hole began to stretch painfully around his uncle’s thick knot trying to force it’s way inside.  The boy whimpered as the pressure in his pelvis felt like it was nearly maxed out.  Yelping several more times as the pedophile thrust that humongous knot nearly into him several times, he squealed in pain as it was finally rammed all the way in with one tremendous buck.

“AAAAHHHNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!” 

The pain of that final thrust masked the pleasure at first, but the massive canine knot jammed directly against the boy’s underdeveloped prostate was enough to send him over the edge.  Whimpering and shutting his eyes in disgusted horror, the wave of the boy’s first orgasm began washing over him. He was disgusted as he felt his little shaft spasming and twitching in his uncle’s fingers, that pressure pulsating with every horrifying wave of warm wolf seed slowly being pumped deep inside his colon before slowly settling down.

Humiliated with himself as his little shaft began retreating into his sheath, the boy’s body was unwillingly becoming extra sensitive.  He could feel his abuser's massive shaft bulging visibly from his stomach, the knot letting it reach depths it normally couldn’t.  He could feel the cum continuing to fill him and leak out around the base of the man's knot.  Gasping and struggling to keep his thoughts straight, the small wolf gripped the kitchen counter and tried in futility to bury his face in shame as he began to sob weakly.

“Shooting blanks huh?”  Hunter smirked and brushed the traumatized boy’s hair as he hung tied to his rod.  “I guess we’ll just have to keep working on that.”  Laughing sadistically, he picked up his nephew from the sink and began walking the knotted cub away.  The pup winced with every bounce as his rapist slowly made his way to the study with his victim firmly attached to him the entire trip.  Staying silent other than his heavy breathing, Cyber’s mind was stuck in a loop wondering and worrying about the sensations still fresh in his mind.

Stepping into his study while the boy patiently waited for his uncle to finish up with him, the adult nonchalantly opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a thick, black, butt plug about the size of the cub's fist.  Roughly grabbing hold of his nephew’s waist, he ripped his still swollen knot free from the child in a single merciless yank.

“HEY!!!”  Cyber cried out as he felt his abused hole suddenly ripped wide open by the knot, yelping again a second later as the dry silicone plug was forced into him in one thrust without giving the child even a second to relax.

“There ya go.”  Hunter smiled sadistically before setting his nephew back on his feet, “Now you don’t need to clean up and can go straight out to play with your brother.”

Shakily standing outside of his uncle's grasp, the exhausted young pup looked up at the clock to see less than an hour had passed since he ate and his brother ran off.  Cyber could only shuffle awkwardly out of the room, the raw silicone between his cheeks made walking difficult. The feeling of the man's cum seeping between his hole and the plug ensured he couldn’t forget what he was full of.  Standing in the hallway completely naked and shivering, he pondered his experiences as he slowly started to limp towards the kitchen.

“Hey!” The adult casually leaned out of his office like nothing had ever happened while trying to get the young wolf’s attention, “You should take your bike if you wanna catch up with him.”  Smirking and stepping back into his study, the door slammed shut on the quivering little boy.  Slowly stumbling to the kitchen, the cub’s ass throbbed with every step as the plug shifted inside him.  Kneeling down in front of the sink, he picked up his briefs and shorts and pulled them back on right then and there.

Not wanting to stay there any longer and risk being made to clean up the broken plate on the floor, the pup immediately made his way to the garage.  Dragging his bike out the side door and wheeling it around to the front of his home, he stood awkwardly in the driveway before taking a deep breath to collect himself.  It was obvious to the young boy that the bike was going to be hell with the plug inside him, trapping fluids in his stomach that uncomfortably sloshed inside him..  Swallowing his trauma, grief, and self loathing, Cyber mounted his bike and began pedaling off in the direction of the park.

Grimacing and gritting his teeth, he swerved a little as a bump sent a shockwave rocketing through him, but skillfully managed to save it and kept riding. The child was too hurt and exhausted to care anymore as he rode forward, gasping and wincing with every pebble on the road shocking through the toy and into his battered anus.  He didn’t care about the toy, he didn’t care if he found his brother, he didn’t care if he spent all night out on his own, all he cared about in that moment was getting as far away from his uncle as he could.

Feeling the wind pick up in his messy hair, the boy pedaled on towards the park.

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“Awww, is the crybaby here to cry?”

Magnus took a deep breath and swaggered forward with overwhelming confidence as he brushed his dark brown hair back and out of his eyes.  The tiger could practically smell Haze’s tears lingering in the air.  Inching backwards as the bully approached him, the nerdy little cabbit whimpered as he felt his back pressed into a large tree trunk.  Trapped against the tree, the kitten’s breathing intensified as the teen stepped closer and closer, eventually leaning in until their faces were only inches apart.

“Do you know what the pr-I-ce of trespassing on my turf is?”  The bullies' still pubescent voice cracked mid-threat, eliciting an immature snicker from one of the other boys.

“WHAT’S SO FUCKING FUNNY?!”  Magnus turned with a murderous scowl, catching his perp just as he straightened his face.  Haze’s heart was pounding with fear, too scared to move a muscle as he watched the pubescent tiger stomp over to the other bully.  Staring menacingly into the eyes of a jockular looking horse, the other boy looked somewhat frightened despite having a clear two inches of height on the tiger.

“Is my voice fucking funny to you Tucker?”

Gulping nervously the teenaged equine took a half step back and put his hands up apologetically, “N-Nah dude, I was laughing a-at the dork over there lookin like he was gonna shit himself! H-heh~” He laughed nervously as Magnus narrowed his eyes.

“You fucking better not be lying.” The tiger's snarl mutated into an unnerving smile as he put a hand on Tucker’s shoulder, “You remember earlier this year?  Ya know, how I broke lefty?” His smile never left his face as he instantly kneed the other boy hard in the crotch, dropping the stallion like a ragdoll on the ground 

“Laugh again and I’ll make fucking sure your new nickname is ‘Gelding’.  Are we FUCKING clear?!”  Standing over the crumpled up equine on the ground, Magnus growled as he waited for a response.  Finally hearing a strained groan of agony from the horse writhing on the ground, he let out a small laugh at the broken teen.

Haze could only watch on in horror as Magnus dropped one of his own.  Seeing this, the other two lackies began backing away from the tiger slowly, knowing that they could be next at any moment.

“Now what the fuck was I doing? Oh yeah, the stupid rodent”

The cabbits instincts took over as he watched the ferocious bully’s head turn almost in slow motion.  Haze was compelled to leap to his feet and take off running.  Fight or flight instincts pushed the young nerd to run faster than he ever had, barely slipping through the space Magnus’s lackeys had left when they stepped away from.  Disappearing into the trees in a blur, he didn’t even notice the older boys yelling behind him.

“AFTER HIM!” The able bodied bullies rallied before sprinting after the fleeing kitten.  They didn’t care about the older horse they left behind.  The teenaged equine groaned and crawled slowly over to the fort while still holding onto his groin in agony.

Dashing through the underbrush and branches, Haze ignored that every other branch smacked him in the face as he ran fully believing that his life depended on it.  Without the same fear driving them the other bullies struggled to move as nimbly through the woods, but they were still starting to catch up with the smaller cub.  The boy didn’t dare chance fate to look back as the light from the opening of the park began to fill his vision, and he finally could see past the trees.

At that instant he was no longer sure if he wanted to get away.  His eyes locked onto his brother on his bike in the distance of the clearing.  Cyber was looking out away from Haze, stopping momentarily to scout the area in front of him the boy squirmed in his bike seat.  

“Should I try to get his attention?” The feline questioned whether he would prefer being beaten to going back to his step-father.  He didn’t know anymore which was worse, but his indecisiveness ensured he would soon get a better understanding.  Mindlessly sprinting ahead, the boy’s ankle rolled over a tree root, sending the cabbit tumbling to the forest floor.

It felt like the world was moving in slow motion around him as he rolled and crashed into the ground with a thud.  His thick glasses went flying away from him in the turmoil, the boy began scrambling to his feet again in an instant as terror overtook him.  Unfortunately for Haze he was too slow, the teenagers catching up in an instant and grabbing hold of the helpless nerd’s ankles.

“LET GO! NONONOOOOO!”  The cabbit’s cries were muffled to the outside world by all the foliage as he was dragged unceremoniously back through the woods.  The blurry visage of Cyber on his bicycle riding away was the last thing he glimpsed as the trees closed in around him again.  Haze clawed and scratched at the ground trying desperately to get away until he felt the tiger’s grip tighten on his hair yet again.

“Get up here ya fucking baby!” Magnus mercilessly yanked him up onto his feet again, “What’s the rush?!  Don’t you wanna hang out?!”  He let go with a laugh, shoving the helpless cabbit against a tree.  “Ya know, it really hurts that you don’t want to be my friend.  It’s like a punch to the gut!”  Growling intensely the tiger punctuated his taunt with a powerful sucker punch to the nerd's stomach.

“HURKFF!” Haze doubled over and collapsed, wheezing and gasping for air with the wind knocked out of him. Choking back the feeling that he’d be sick, the meek little boy struggled to get up onto his hands and knees, too dazed to hear Magnus continuing to threaten and taunt him.

Taking great glee in the younger cub's pain, the teen licked his lips.  Grinning as he watched the nerd struggling with all his strength just to get up, the tiger wound back his foot and kicked the helpless child as hard as he could in the side.  Tumbling helplessly into the bush with a scream of pain, the little cabbit began sobbing and crawling in a futile effort to get away.  Laughing at the child’s helplessness, the older boy began unleashing a barrage of kicks one after another into his prey, laughing maniacally throughout.

Haze put in a valiant effort trying to block, but sadly could only flail helplessly as Magnus’s speed and power overwhelmed him.  The assault felt like it went on for hours as the little boy repeatedly struggled to pull himself up again and again, unable to come up with any other plan.

Frustrated at this resistance, the tiger grit his teeth and growled,  “Stay. The. Fuck. DOWN!”  Punctuating every word with one more kick to the kitten, he saved the hardest for last.  His foot barreled through the boy's worthless defenses with enough force to launch the boy upward and over on his back as it landed a direct hit on Haze’s groin.

“AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” The cabbits squeal echoed for miles as he collapsed into the fetal position and writhed in agony in the dirt.  His vision whiting out from the intense pain surging through him like a bolt of lightning.  The burning and aching flowed up into his throat in a lump that just felt thicker and heavier.  

“BLECH!”  Haze’s stomach gave up, forcing him to puke up what remained of the waffles and cum he’d swallowed earlier that day onto the ground in front of him.  His stomach churned as he struggled to process the pain overload coursing through his body, his body unable to do anything more than gag and cry rolling on the ground while he held his boyhood in agony.

Looking over his work with a twisted grin, Magnus leaned in close to the young cabbit and smiled, “What’s that, do you want some more? Well I’ll gla-OW!”  The tiger was interrupted by a rock hitting the back of his head.  Growling in a rage, the teen turned and yelled into the woods,  “Who THE FUCK did that?!”  The young tiger rubbed his head in pain and searched endlessly for the culprit in the trees before yet another rock found it’s target a moment later.  “SHOW YOURSELF ASSHOLE!”

“Leave him alone, Magnus.”  Cyber stepped out from the bushes with a scowl having armed himself with anything he could find.  One hand held another bigger rock while the other gripped a thick tree branch he’d found nearby.  The little wolf put on a brave face and bluffed knowing that he didn’t realistically have the strength to counter the tiger if he resisted.  Stepping forward, he could still feel the plug grinding at his insides, reminding him he couldn’t hope to run away either.

“Tch!”  Looking angrier than ever the teenager returned the young wolf's death glare.  Magnus weighed his options as to whether or not it was worth the effort to take a few pot shots from the stick at this point.  Satisfied with the beating he’d dished out to the cabbit who trespassed on his turf, the teen sighed, “Whatever, I’ve had my fun.  Take yer girlfriend and get the fuck outta here.  Come on guys, we’re leaving.”  He spit on the younger boy one more time before turning and walking away with the other boys, their guffaws of immature laughter slowly fading out into the distance.

Dropping his makeshift weapons, the small cub ran over to his brother and tried to help him up, “H-Haze!  Are you okay man?” He held out his hand for his sibling to grab hold of.

The cabbit looked worse than he had last night as he grimaced trying to sit up.  His mind was conflicted as he looked at his brother and his earlier quandary returned to him.  Could he trust his brother?  He didn’t know the answer to that, but what he did know was where that outstretched hand had been last night and that was all he needed right now.

Smacking the hand away without a word, the beaten cub trembled and struggled his way to his feet.  Silently limping his way to where he’d fallen earlier, he kneeled down and picked up his bent up glasses before putting them on as best he could.

“H-haze? Come on man...please no more of this…” Cyber sighed sullenly as he knew his friend was still furious with him.  The young wolf’s heart skipped a beat as he watched his now brother coldly turn away without so much as a glance towards him.  In that moment, he’d felt more alone than he had when it had just been him and his uncle.

Tired and broken, the nerdy little cabbit continued limping forward slowly making his way out of the park and back towards home.  Cyber sighed accepting his complete defeat before grabbing his bike from a nearby bush to follow.  Limping behind Haze slowly as well, he ignored the pain of the plug shifting around inside him with every step as he made one more oath to himself.

“I’m going to help Haze whether he wants me to or not.”