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Enjoy the story! -------------------------------------------------------- This story is about Sunkra the otter during one of his darkest of hours. Inspired by Placebo — In the Cold Light of Day, depicting portions of the song's lyrics. Rights owned by Virgin Label. This story contains: gay, rape, emotion, drugs, abuse, violence, pain, … In the cold light of morning. - In the cold light of morning while, everyone is yawning, you're high. In the cold light of morning the party gets boring, you're… high. As your skin starts to scratch and wave yesterdays action goodbye… One of many figures in the heap of bodies starts stirring as the cold light of the morning gloom mercilessly penetrates the filthy window and caresses the waking furry. Many objects used as ashtrays are revealed, as well as dirty ruffled fur and heaving chests, empty bottles of soda and alcohol littered all over the place. With incredibly tired muscles, the blond dreadlocks are pushed aside, revealing bloodshot amber eyes as they painfully avert themselves from the window. The morning is mocking Sunkra, the otter trying to get up but needing a few attempts before he manages. The world around him is silent and asleep, his body heavy and unwilling as he crushes a needle under his foot, barely feeling the splinters penetrating his sole. He's completely naked, not that anyone cares. Sunkra drags himself into the filthy and dusty bathroom, trying to wipe the grime off the mirror enough to see his own face. Several furs in various states of undress are passed out over the floor and in the bathtub, Sunkra wipes the shards of glass on his foot off onto their fur. - Forget past indiscretions, and stolen possessions.. you're high. In the cold light. His head spins and various parts of his body hurt, Sunkra looking at the deep red scabs where the needle had entered his arm multiple times. He's lost weight. Tired and almost zombified eyes look back at him in the grimy mirror, Sunkra pulling down his eyelid as he tries to focus long enough to calculate his current state. He can't go home like this, he'll get arrested. A hand creeps down his back to his tail and underneath, unabashedly fondling and probing Sunkra's tail hole. - In the cold light of morning, while everyone's yawning, you're high. In the cold light of morning, you're drunk sick from whoring and high. Staring back from the mirrors, a face that you don't recognize… Sunkra tries to push away the person trying to feel him up, his body out of balance as he falls to the ground, face flat into the floor. Blood drips from his nostril. He groans and tries to get up, crawl forward. A heavy body sits right on top of his lower back, Sunkra can feel the assailant is naked and dripping ready, whether the otter likes it or not. Again Sunkra tries to tell the other guy off, the room spinning around as the cold light casts abstract and surreal shadows. The otter even tries to kick the other person off but is silenced by a slap of the back of a hand against his head, the hand then pressing Sunkra's face into the dusty floor. He can feel his assailant pushing a slick rubbery object against his anus. - It's a loser, a sinner. A cock in dildo's disguise… in the cold light. A tear streams down Sunkra's cheek, too weak and too high to put up much of a fight. It'll be over sooner if he just lets it happen. A hot and painful sensation creeps rapidly up his spine, the rapist has penetrated him. Grunts and drool drop down onto Sunkra's faded blond dreadlocks, the otter's eyes lifeless. Motionless. The strong hands and body pinning him down as the sharp pain from his ass starts to subside. It itches. Every contour of the rapist's penis he can feel, every throb and every flex. He's high. - Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. As your skin starts to scratch, and wave yesterday's action goodbye. With a drunk grunt, Sunkra's attacker pushes his angrily red hot cock deeply inside the otter, which elicits an uncomfortable groan. Too tired to yell. The rapist's member is withdrawn and he moves down to Sunkra's face, wiping the slimy deflating penis in the otter's face to add insult to injury, as well as cleaning it with the blond dreadlocks. He spits on the otter's face and wanders off, Sunkra doesn't even move his eyes to look who it was. Does it matter anyway. - Forget past indiscretions, and stolen possessions. You're high. In the cold light of day… Sunkra stands outside the apartment door, having left the filth behind. For today. He slowly steps with a wobble through the corridor, his brightly coloured surf shorts smeared with ash and semen, reeking of booze. Tomorrow he'll be back. He needs to get high. Put on a smile. - Tomorrow is only a kettle. Whistle, whistle, whistle, … away. In the cold light of day.