After the excitement of the first night, Samantha had asked if she could stay the whole weekend.  It took some convincing; Roderick had garciously offered to help out with Rebecca's chores, watch the girls during the two added nights, and to take resposibillity for getting them up for school on Monday morning.  Much discussion ensued among the parents, but luckily for the girls,  everyone decided that it would be fine.  Therefore, Samantha found herself soaping down Rebecca's cute bald tail in the shower on Monday morning, while feeling Rebecca's soft paws rubbing down her own.  She still felt rather shy around Roderick, but she was perfectly comfortable at this point doing things with Rebecca.
	The lack of comfort was largely due to Roderick having been to busy doing the extra chores and Roderick Sr. and Andra Fields both being to omnipresent for any further shinaniganns to occur.  At least, none that poor Roddy had been able to join in on.  The two girls, especially Rebecca, took almost too much delight in teasing the poor teen, and twice more he caught them sixty-nining.  Samantha learned a lot about sex and masteurbtion during those three nights.
	Samantha and Rebecca finished cleaning each others tails and got out of the shower to dry.  They took turns blowdrying their fur off, giggling like the school girls they were when Roderick poked his head in to check on them.  Rebecca of course, took the oppertunity to spread her pussy open for his enjoyment.  He was on the verge of coming in to enjoying it more, when the sound of paws on stairs made themselves heard to the three of them.  Roderick hastily retreated, leaving the door open just a crack.  They exited the bathroom moments later, clad only in towels.  Roderick and whomever had been coming up the stairs were nowhere in sight.  
	Not having had any additional clothes brought to her during her extended stay, her two outfits had been laundered by Roderick Jr., as part of his agreement to keep track and care of the two girls.  She had been sure to show her appreciation for that.  She had been unable to bring herself to join in with them that first night.  However, she had relaxed somewhat, and had allowed him to what he called 'eat her out'.  She didn't like the name, personally, but she loved the way it felt.  She had even mustered the courage to touch his thingy, his dick, as he called it.  
	Looking at the clock on the desk as she entered her room, Rebecca noticed that they had a rather significant amount of time before thay actually needed to be ready to go.  They had woken up early, without need of alarm or wake up service from a loving brother.  They had simply gotten up and gone to take a shower.  But now that she was awake enough to see just how early they had gotten up, she had ideas to spend it.
	Samantha was turned around, just finishing pulling up her panties and was now bent over, tail semi-raised and wagging slowly side to side, as she unfolded and prepared to put on her pants.  Rebecca had yet to put anything on, but that was just fine for what she had in mind.  She moved up behind her friend, and ran a finger softly up the bottom of her underwear, brushing just hard enough to feel the contours of her cunny.  Samantha yipped, surprised.  She stood upright, and her tail came down protecting herself from behind, but Rebecca just slipped a paw around her thigh and slid it into the front of her panties and touched her nub.  Sammy cooed softly at the touch, knees going weak as her friends paw grazed her sensitive flesh.
	"W-won't we be l-late-"  She hissed as Rebecca attacked her clitty again, the avalanche of feeling making normal speach difficult.  
	"Naw, we got up earlier than we thought.  It's not even six fourty-five yet,” Rebecca said, pushing a finger up into Samantha's folds and hooking it into her G-spot.  Samantha trembled in Rebecca's paws.  “We got at least a half an hour before we're even expected at breakfast.  An hour before class starts."  Rebecca rubbed her paw pads across Samantha's pussy, feeling the moistness seaping from her.  Samantha relaxed into her friends embrace.  She felt herself pulled backwards, but she didn't resist; Rebecca's few words and dancing fingers were doing all the convincing that was needed.
	 Twenty-five minutes later, the two giggling girls exited the room fully dressed and headed downstairs to breakfast.  Rebecca grabbed a pair of bowls and spoons, some Frosted Puffs from the top of the fridge with the help of Andra, and the milk.  Sitting down they munched their breakfast.  Andra left the kitchen to go do some mystery task.  Moments later, Roderick Sr and Jr. came in.  The elder Roderick grabbed some bread from the fridge and made some toast, and was quickly on his way.  Roderick Jr. grabbed a bowl of his own and sat down next to Rebecca, grabbing the cereal.  The second Roderick Sr. was gone however, he grabbed his sisters muzzle and pulled it into his own for a deep kiss.  It only lasted a few seconds, but it's intensity made Samantha blush.  She still didn't quite want to admit it to herself, but she hoped one day that Will would kiss her like that.  Once he had pulled away, he leaned past his sister and placed a quick peck to Samantha's cheek.  She felt her ears warm and flatten against her head as she blushed a little.  They went back to their food, staying mostly quiet, but touches were plentiful between all three.  They all stayed on high alert though.  One thing Roderick and Rebecca had been sure to impress upon her was that everything needed to stay between them, that their parents couldn't ever find out about what they were doing.
	When they heard Roderic Sr. coming back to dispose of the remains of his toast, they quickly brought their paws back under control.
	“Woah, you cubs're still here?  Isn't class starting in like, ten minutes?”  Samantha looked up at Mr. Fields, confused.
	“No Dad,”  Roderick Jr. Piped up without looking.  Classes start in twenty, and you're late for work if you're here to see us off.”  Rebecca giggled, spraying milk and cereal across the table.  She got up and grabbed a paper towel to wipe up the mess.
	“On top of things like ususal I see.  That's my boy,” he said, striding up to his son and giving him a hug from behind.  “Love you both, and all three of you have a good day at school, ya hear?”  Roderick Sr. grabbed Rebecca and gave her a one armed hug, another to Samantha, and then was gone.
	There was a brief commotion in the hall, then Laura walked in with Erin, and they sat down to have some breakfast.
	“Was beginning to wonder if you two were going to school today,” Roderick teased his other two sisters as they sat.  
	Laura harumphed, but Erin was all smiles.  
	A short amicable conversation followed, but it was cut short by Andra, who came in and told them all to get moving.  It was a quarter of, and if they didn't get moving, they'd all be late for class.
	Roderick, Rebecca, and Samantha, all being done with their breakfast, jumped up and put their dishes away.  They all said good-bye to Laura and Erin, who hastened their eating, and left out the back door.  Across the field that seperated the Fields home from the school, they could see a black van being mauvered up to the gymnasium doors.  The two girls looked at each other, and made a mad dash towards the school, yelling good bye to Roderick as they sped off.  They wanted to go in throught the gym doors as usual, and weren't sure if Fred backing up his van to the doors was going to stop them from doing so. 	
	They reached the doors just as Fred was getting out of the cab of his van.  The doors to the gym were propped open.  Fred hailed them jovially.  
	“Good morning girls, it's very nice to see you two again.”
	“Hello Fred!”  The girls said simaltaniously as they came to a panting halt in front of him.  
	“Can we still go in through here, even though you've got it blocked off?”
	“Of course, go right on ahead,” he smiled, and gestured them through the little gap between van and doors.  
	Samantha and Rebecca squeezed through, and into the gyms interior, heading for class.  She felt an urge to pee as she went through the door on the other side though.  She wasn't sure how long she had before class started, but she had to go.  She wished she hadn't been so distracted at the breakfast table earlier, and went before leaving.  She looked to Rebecca as they approached where the bathrooms were. 
	“I have to pee before class.  Tell Mrs. Louabeck I'm here, and will be there in a minute,”  She said, then rushed off.  Rebecca nodded and walked off to class while Samantha went into the girls room.  
	While she was in there, she heard thumps in the wall where she knew Fred had to be working.  The noises stopped while she was washing her paws.  When she exited the bathroom, it was to see Fred dragging a long piece of pipe down the hall towards the gym.  When he saw her, he looked elated.
	“Oh, hey!  Class hasn't started yet?” He asked.  
	“No, but I only got a minute or two before it does.  Why?”
	“Would you mind giving me a hand with this then?  It's the last pipe I have to dispense with before I'm done.  It'll only take a minute, promise.  I'll even come with you to class to let your teacher know you were just being nice and helping me out when I asked.”
	“Alright,” she said, going over to the dragging end of the pipe and picking it up.  It was very heavy, but she managed it well.  
	Together, Fred and Samantha maneuvered the large peice of pipe out through the gym doors, and then past the van.  There wasn't much space to move between the van and the open gym door, so Fred shut it with his hip as he passed to make room for them to go by.  They proceeded around behind the school, to an area that was just out of view of Rebecca's house, where there was a large rent a dump type thing for construction debris.  It took everything she had, but between Fred and herself, they were able to hoist the blasted thing up and into it.  She was glad to be free of the heavy grimy pipe.
	Fred dusted his hands off, and Samantha did likewise.  “Thanks for the help, sweetheart.  Lets take you back to class.  Let me just make a quick stop at the van on the way, okay?”
	“Sure,” Samantha agreed, and set off after Fred.  It occured to her as they went back to the van; she had never heard Fred call her sweetheart before, and it made her shiver uncomfortably.  Something in his voice and the way he was moving just seemed off somehow.  Yet, she put it from her mind.  Fred was a good friend.  In just a moment, they were standing in front of the van.  This would be the first time she actually got to see the inside.  Rebecca had described the little bit of it she had seen over the weekend when the topic of Fred had come up.  She was interested in what she might see, and her natural curosity brought her to stand next to him.  
	Fred opened the door, and reached for some cloth object on the floor as she took in the interior.  At first, nothing seemed particularly off about it, other than that there was a twin size mattress in it.  But she began to feel increasingly on edge as she looked around.  There were white and dark maroon stains on the mattress, and it had metal bars at the top, and a metal ring at the bottom.  There were two pairs of handcuff attached at both ends.  She saw a cage, it's door open, with a water bottle, a candy bar, and a cushion inside.  She spotted a magazine, open but partially obscured under the backseat with naked cubs on the cover.  From the corner of her eye, Sam saw a paw moving towards her, holding whatever it was that Fred had grabbed.  It was a pair of balled up girls underwear.  Samantha began to back up.  She was scared, what she was seeing, what was happening was wrong.  But felt a strong paw on her shoulder grip her hard, preventing further backward movement.  Her ears flattened to her head, her fur frizzed, and she opened her mouth to scream, but just before she could shreik, he stuffed the panties into her muzzle.  It instantly made her mouth dry, and cutoff most of the sound.  She choked on it slightly, to stunned by what was happening to even try spitting it out.  Not letting go of her at any point, Frederick squatted down and bodily picked her up, tossing her onto the matress in the van.  Sammy was in too much shock to resist.

	Frederick pulled himself into the van and yanked the door shut behind him and grinned down at his captive as he cuffed her hand paws to the bar at the top of the mattress, and her foot paws to the ring at the foot of it.   Samantha began whimpering through the gag as Fred stroked a finger down her stomach, then her inner thigh.
	“Shh, shh, sweetheart, shh. It'll be okay,”  Frederick whispered to her, trying to sound sweet, like he was talking to a baby.  “It's gonna be okay.”  He grabbed a ribbon from some hidden place behind her head, and tied it around her muzzle to prevent the gag from coming out of her mouth.  When he was finished, he let his paws wander her body.  He caressed her muzzle and stroked ears.  She wiggled her ears defiantly, but he eventually got a good grip.  He rubbed at her chest, taking time to find and rub her nipples through her shirt.  He moved down to her belly pushed a paw up under the hem.  He murred in delight.  “Oh, you are so soft.  Much softer than the last girl I had.”  He leaned down and licked along her jaw line, and when he reached the end, flicked his tongue briefly into her proped open muzzle.  “Mmm, I can taste the Frosted Puffs,” he remarked, smacking his lips.  He pushed his tongue back into her mouth for another quick taste before he sat back up.  She shuddered at having had any part of his body in her.  It felt so gross, not like when Rebecca had shown her what an adults kiss felt like.  That had been pleasant.  This had been sickening.  She could feel her stomach churning, and she thought she might vomit.
	Suddenly, Frederick froze, and clamped a paw viselike over her muzzle, silencing her near completely.  Samantha could hear movement out side.  She stuggled mightly, letting the adranline fuel her.  But Fred moved on top of her and forced her to stay still.  A pair of pawsteps moved past the van, a shadow crossing the heavily tinted windows.  But it was gone as quickly as it had come, the sound of a door opening, then slamming shut as the furson entered the building.  Fred got off of his prize, and resumed his explorations.  He slid her shirt up, and admired the gorgeous creamy white fur and the set of perky pink nipples nestled therein.  He leaned in and licked one.  Samanatha shuddered involintarily at the touch.  The warm moistness that had previously brought her pleasure when her friend did it now eliciting a response of disgust.  
	Fred spent a moment suckling at her nipples; the lewd slurping sounds heard over the first homeroom bell and her own continued whimpering grossing her out, the sensations unpleasant.  He didn't tarry too long though.  There was another, better place he wanted to explore, and he very much wanted a taste of that too before they took off for their new home and life together.  He left her shirt scrunched up as high as it would go, and moved down to her pants.  He took his time unbuttoning her jeans, and ran a claw down her thigh and between her pants hem and fur before unzipping them.  Samantha fought hard as she could against him, pulling at the cuffs that restrained her, but her range of motion was too restricted.  She could feel an ache forming in her shoulders, her hips, and her muzzle already from straining against her bonds.  Frederick just ignored the struggles.  They didn't impede him one bit.  He had plenty of practice dealing with unwilling cubs of both genders and many species.  
	Gently, almost lovingly, Fred tugged down her pants, exposing her underwear.  Her struggling had caused her panties to ride up, tightly hugging her little pussy, creating a cameltoe.  He put his paw over the indentation and rubbed, enjoying the heat emanating from her.  He removed his paw and put his nose to her crotch, shoving it in hard enough to cause physical discomfort and inhaled deeply.  The scent made him dizzy.  
	Samatha felt his paw return to her belly, and rub slowly down to the hem of her panties.  His paws reached the hem, and slid underneath the waistband.  She could feel him touching her.  She gave a mighty shreik that was almost loud enough to worry her captor.
	“I thought I told you to stay quiet already,”  Fred said, dropping the sweet tones of earlier in exchange for deathly cold ones.  Returning to the sweeter, he continued,  “Now be a good girl, and let me make you feel good.”
	He was doing the exact opposite of making her feel good.  He touched her sensitive nub, but the sensation was uncomfortable.  She felt his fingers move down her folds, every touch unpleasant until she felt his finger at her entrance.  She shook her head and grunted piteously at Fred.  She shook her hips, tried to curl up to stop him, but he just smiled as his digit slowly slid into her most sensitive place.  It felt so wrong!  She hated it, and didn't want him there, this wasn't okay!  She felt the first knuckle reach her folds and push in, stretching her uncomfortably.  Now she was crying, trying to beg through the cloth for him to stop.  She felt a sudden twinge of pain as his finger hit something inside her.
	“Ooh, you're a virgin,”  Frederick said, licking his lips.  “Just how I like my girls.  But you have me now, and I don't like blood on my cock.  So you won't be need this anymore.”  There was a sudden, searing pain in her as she felt something tear.  He held still a moment, then began pushing his finger in and out of her.  The pain was intense, and the tears streamed down her face as Fred violated her with his finger.  After what felt like forever to Samantha, he pulled his finger free, and wiped it on her pants.  
	He lifted himself off of his haunches and began tugging down his own pants and boxers.  In the background, Samantha heard the second homeroom bell ring.  It gave her hope that she might be noticed as missing soon.  
	Samantha saw Fred's penis as he pulled down is clothes.  It was actually kind of small when compared to Roderick's, but to her, it still seemed very large.  Especially the knot.  It was red, moist, and glistened in the cab light.  She could smell the musk wafting off of it in the confined space, and like everything else about him now, it nauseated her.  He lowered himself back down and over her, rubbing his length up her thigh and to her cunny.  She could feel the warmth of it, feel it throbbing against her sensitive place, and even through the diminshing pain, it repulsed her.  He rubbed his shaft along the groove in her panties, leaving an oblong damp spot that was slowly becoming tinged with red.  The tip of his dick nudged at her tunnel through the fabric.  Samantha was frantic, trying to stop him, whimpering, trying to scream, anything.  He was already doing terrible things to her, things that felt so wrong coming from him, forced as it was upon her.
	Fred placed his paws gently on her hips, curling his fingers around the hem of the only garment concealing her flower from his lust filled gaze.  He began to tug them gently down, but before he could get them down even an inch, there was a slamming sound.  It was the sound of the gym doors closing as someone exited the building.  Fred grunted in irritation, but used his paw to further silence his captive.  She continued to struggle, and despite his best efforts, couldn't completely stifle Samantha's calls for help.

	William was in a rush.  He had woken up late.  He had let his mind wander over much in the shower.  His school books had to be tracked down and stuffed hastily into his bag.  Somehow, his alegabra one book made it into the laundry room.  He scarfed down breakfast as fast as he could and dashed for the bus stop, but he just missed it.  He began to walk; it was a shorter trip by foot anyway, because they were early in the busses rounds.  About half way there, he remembered that he needed to give Samatha her corrected math work sheet for class, and he had left it on his bed side table the night before.  He rushed home, down into his basement bed room, and flew back out the door so fast, his mother only had time to give him a puzzled look from the kitchen before he was gone again.  He still only walked, though he did keep a quicker pace to help make up for lost time.  
	He let his thought's drift, the unusally hectic morning making it difficult to focus on any one thing for long.  But soon, his thoughts drifted to Micheal.  He had spoken to Micheal over the weekend.  He still hurt a little from the break up, but there were no hurt feelings between them, and would remain friends.  There was even the possibillity of some sexy fun down the road if he wanted it.  William reached a cross walk and waited for the sign to change.  He understood better the reasons, and now that he had time to calm down and think things over, he agreed with Mike.  The sign changed and he proceeded across the bridge.  His relationship with Mike wasn't working because he was in love with some one else, and since the break up, he had more time to examine his feelings, and the dynamics of his relationship with his sister.  He had noticed that she had been acting differently around him lately.  Been spending increasing amounts of time around him.  She had been spending a lot of time locked in her room too, and her showers were taking longer by half.  He wondered if it meant what he wanted it to mean.  
	William found himself turning up into the school parking lot.  He had made it in time, but it was nearly deserted.  He really was going to be late.  But he knew at least where Samantha's class was, and if he went in where she did at the gym, he could just make a one direction trip, rather than having to do some backtracking.  There was a chance, no matter how slim, that he might make it before the second bell for homeroom rang.  As he approached, he saw a large black van parked near to the door.  It was bouncing around a little, but he ignored it.  Whatever was going on in there, it wasn't his buisness.  He just wanted to get this paper to Sam so she wouldn't get in trouble and get to his own class fast enough that he didn't get in trouble either.  He went into and through the gym, and down the hall to his sisters class.  He was just about half way to her class when the first homeroom bell went off.  'Crap, only five minutes left,' he thought to himself.  Here in the hallways, it was deafening, and made his ears ring in the silence that followed it.  Making it to the door of his sisters class, he peaked in through the window.  About two thirds of the students were standing, and one by one, the teacher called the ones still standing by name.  He saw them each call 'here' as their name was called, then sit down.  Pratchette was called, and there was no response.  Roll call continued.  He knew his sister had an assigned seat, so he looked to where he knew she should be sitting, and didn't see her there.  Maybe she and Rebecca were just late like he was somehow?  He had shown up at the class door after 'Fields' would have been called.  He looked around the classroom from his vantage point at the windw and spotted the mouse girl.  A small pool of worry formed in the pit of his stomach, sloshing around like ice.  Steeling himself, William walked into the classroom as the teacher finished roll call.
	“Hello, young man, may I help you?”  She asked as he walked in.
	“Hi, I'm looking for my sister, Samantha,”  He said.  “I have something she needs for class today.”
	“According to Ms. Fields, Ms. Pratchette is in the bathroom.  I was just about to send Ms. Fields to go and check on her.  Perhapse you would like to go with her?”
	“Yes, I would,” he said.  Rebecca got up from her seat, and made her way through the rows of other cubs to Will.  The other cubs, seeing the teacher's attention elsewhere, began whispering among themselves.
	“Come on Will, the bathrooms are right down the hall,”  She said.
	William followed Rebecca.  He hadn't been down this hallway in a very long time, and only dimly remembered that the bathrooms were just back the way that he had come.  When they reached the bathrooms, Rebecca went in, while Will waited outside the door anxiously.  Rebecca was only in for a few moments, during which he could hear her calling for Sam.  The second homeroom bell rang as she came back out.  There was a look of great concern on her face.
	“She's not in there.”
	“What?!”  It wasn't like Sam to just skip out like that.  If she wasn't where she was suposed to be, or said she would be, there was something very, very wrong.  The sloshing, icy cold worry for his sister grew.  “I'm going to go look for Sammy, you go back to class, and tell the teacher that Sam is missing!  Go!  Go quick!”
	William walked quickily back the way he had come.  He didn't really know where he should go to look for her, but backtracking seemed like as good a thing to try as any other he could think of.  Stepping back into the gym, he took a quick look into both of the locker rooms.  There was no one there; the P.E teacher wasn't even in her office yet.  He went back into the gym, and then back outside.  As the door slammed shut behind him, he heard a few muffled sounds coming from the van.  It sounded ditressed, and it also sounded young.  The van was still bouncing, but it subsided quickly as he stood and watched a moment.  Almost as if he was being compelled, William moved towards the van.  Once there, he stopped and listened for a moment more.  He heard nothing, but the van bounced again.  Not really thinking about what he was doing, William threw open the door.  His jaw went slack with shock, then his vision went red with rage.  

	Frederick kept still as he heard the apporaching pawsteps, thinking that whoever was out there was just going to pass by like the last time.  He kept a firm grip on Samantha's muzzle, doing his best to stifle any sounds.  He did a relatively good job, but he wasn't able to stop them completely.
	“Quiet!”  He hissed at Samantha.  “I'll kill you if you don't shut up!”  He increased his grip enough to cause Sammy some serious discomfort.  The intensity of her cries for help diminished, but he had to hold her tighter as she redoubled her efforts in getting free.  Frederick looked around his cab for something to help keep her still, but there was nothing within reach, and he knew she would become loud the second he moved away.  He hunkered down, placing his body over Samantha's, his cock, still erect, pressing hard against her young body.  Finally, he had a good enough grip on her that she couldn't really move.  
	Fred could still hear those pawsteps getting closer.  He hoped that they were just passing close by.  He cursed himself for being impatient, and not keeping some kind of weapon, like the switchblade he kept in the glove compartment closer.
	  Frederick was expecting the door to be knocked on or hear a voice ask if everything was alright when the pawsteps stopped right outside the vans back doors.  He had been in similar predicaments before, much to his chagrin, but he knew how to handle these situations.  Just so long as the vans doors stayed shut.  When they were thrown open, he was very surprised.  Who the hell just opens the doors on another guys car, anyways?  He sat up and looked over his shoulder.  He was treated to what was at first, a very comical look on the intruding cubs face, but it changed rapidly to one of violence when his eyes flicked over to his captive.  Fred was shocked by the look.  He had fought off cubs before.  None had ever looked so angry, even though they always had a right to be, being violated over and over as they were.  On occassion, one would somehow manage to wriggle free, or even a couple of them would work together and try to escape.  But he would always have either an underling or two around to help subdue them, or would see it coming from a mile away, and be ready when it happened.  He had never delt with a rouge cub this angry on his own before.  
	To say he saw the young fox spring at him would've been inadequite.  He more exploded off the gound, launching forward and into him with great force.  Fred watched as he came at him, head down, already swiping at him with a primal fury.  Before he could really even react, do anything other than just turn to face the cub, he felt the kits forehead collide with his sensitive nose.  A feeling of extreme heat radiated up his muzzle as he heard a snapping sound, watching in horror as his muzzle took on an unnatural jagged shape beneath his fur and skin.  Blood gushed from his ruined nose, making it hard to breath, and he howled in pain, losing what breath he still held.  Blood spattered himself and the enraged cub.  Not able to breath, he backed up as much as he could from the bereserking fox kit so he could swing back, but it didn't help.  The surprise attack, followed by a lucky strike had already robbed Fred of any real chance to fight back against the ungodly level of ferocity he was faced with.  The kits claws were fully extended, and Fred heard the most horrifyingly bloodcurdling snarls tear their way from his thoat as he slashed with wild abandon.  He could feel them tearing into his fur and ripping flesh.  Fred put up his arms, trying desperately to fend him off.  The kit, though adolecent, was still small and nimble enough to get around his feeble attempts at defence and avoid the majority of attempted counterattacks.  Fred tried to bite him, but his ruined face only screamed at him all the harder at him as his teeth came down on empty air inches away from his target.  He crumpled back into the seats behind him, whimpering in pain, curlling up into a ball beneath the onslaught that just didn't ever seem to end.

	Samantha's shoulders and thighs were aching from the struggle.  The burning pain in her private place was fading, but still present.  She could feel the trickle of blood seeping into her underwear, drying and caking into her crotch fur.  Even with the gag, the ribbon tying her muzzle shut, and Fred's paw over her mouth, she screamed as hard as she could.  Her cries were well muffled, but not silent.  She hoped that whoever was coming out of the school would hear her.  He threatened her, telling her to stay quite, and so she did, fearful that he would make true on it.  
	When he moved on top of her, she thought he was going to continue doing things to her.  She could feel his dick pressing obscenely against the front of her panties, and the thought of it touching her filled her with revulsion.  How could he do this to her?  She had thought he was so nice and now he was doing things to her she didn't want him to do.  With him on top of her, all she could hear now was his heavy panting and very faintly the pounding of his heart.  It was beating very fast, and she focused on it as she put all her remaining effort into breaking free of her restraints.  They weren't budging, and niether was he.  All she was succeding in doing was getting the cuffs to cut into her wrists and ankles, and her hips and shoulders were already feeling the strain.
	When the door to the van suddenly opened, Samantha was almost as shocked as Fred.  He sat up quickly, looking over his shoulder, then he moved off of her and began turning to face whoever was there.  He shifted a little more, and finally she could see.  From her position, she saw her darling brother, lit from behind by the light from the sun outside.  Despite the fear, the adranaline flooding her system, she felt a surge of need for him.  She wanted him to save her, and protect her.  Then she saw his face.
	She watched as he took in the scene before him, eyes flicking first to Fred, then to her, and the blood stain on her crotch.  She saw his face darken, like pyroclastic clouds were building behind them as a volcanoe began erupting.  For an instant, she felt almost more afraid of her brother as the rage seemed to mount beyond anything she had seen in another living being.  When he jumped, time seemed to slow down.  He appeared to almost hang in the air for a second mid-leap, his muzzle open, hackles raised, every fang exposed and glistening as he veritably flew at her attacker.  Sounds she didn't know were possible came from him.  He arced towards Fred, looking like he was going to bite out his throat, but his forehead colided with Fred's nose instead.  Samantha could hear the cracking sound of bone as Fred's nose broke, and she could feel warm droplets of blood splatter her fur.  Will looked dazed for a second from the impact to his head, but he shook it off, and went back in for another attack.  She watched, helpless but in awe of her brother as he clawed at Fred's face, arms, and chest; anything he could get at.  Every defence Fred tried to mount seemed to fall before his blindingly fast claw strikes.  Several times Fred tried to counter attack, but Will's savage responses to any motion quickly put him back on the defensive.  

	Willaim could feel his muscles screaming with the effort of his sustained brutality, and his blood boiled.  But the effort became too much for him to continue.  His attacks began to slow, and he panted heavily.  Finally, he stopped, leaving Fred a pile of whimpering, blood splattered fur.  He spat on the quivering lump.  
	“N-no one, h-hurts, my s-sister!” he screamed between breaths, spittle flying from his muzzle.  He placed a good hard kick to the side of the downed wolfs face, causing him to howl again with pain.
	He turned to Samantha, and she flinched back from him, seeing the look of savagery fading from his face, and splattered with blood.  He felt more wounded in that instant of fear in her eyes than by any of the few minor scratches he had suffered at the claws of Fred.  
	William felt the andrenaline leave his body, causing him to shake.  He felt weak.  He knelt down next to Samantha, tears forming in his eyes.  William began to cry, seeing Samantha tied up, and knowing what the wolf had been doing to her.  The proof had seaped into her underwear.  Tears streaking his face, he gently untied the ribbon from her muzzle and picked the gag from her mouth.  The sick fuck had used a pair of girls panties, likely salvaged from another of his victims, and tossed it aside.  The tears fell, landing in Samantha's fur as he gently pulled down her shirt, and tugged her pants back up to cover her.  He didn't have a key, or another way to free her wrists and ankles, so he cuddled up to her.  He wrapped his paws around her protectively and held her as close to him as he could.
	Willaim didn't know what to say.  He wasn't even sure he could say anything if he did; his thoat felt too raw.  But he knew what he wanted to convey.  He wanted to convey all the love he had for her, that he wanted to protect her, would protect her, with everything he had, forever.  His mind shutting down from the stress of the situation, he used a paw to turn Samantha's face towards him.  He put all the love he could into the look he gave her, pressing his muzzle up against hers.  
	Will wasn't the only one whose mind was so overloaded that it felt like everything was grinding to a screeching halt.  She was shaking to, still in pain, and was more on autopilot than anything else.  And so, when his paw guided her to face him, and felt his muzzle press against her own, she didn't resist.  Two loud voices sprung up in the back of her head.  One was the voice of fear and revulsion from before.  Here she was, having just been in the process of being violated, and now her brother was doing the same, taking advantage of her and putting his tongue in her mouth, touching her with out being asked if that was what she wanted.  But the other voice, the louder voice, was the part of her that wanted Will.  It crowed in triumph, that her brother was now locked to her muzzle, furiously probing her mouth with his tongue.  Samatha cried to, but she didn't know if it was pain, trauma, love, or some combination thereof that sourced it.
	A few minutes later, a shadow fell across the two cubs, who were still liplocked.  William reacted quickly enough to avoid being noticed, some part of his brain still functioning on a level high enough to take such things into consideration.  There was a sharp intake of breath, followed by the semi-familliar voice of the schools vice principal.  “What in the Fuck?!”  There came a weak, pained whimper from the wolf with the ruined face, and William looked back at the vice principal with his tear streaked face.  
	Vice principal Garret, a middle aged wolf with light grey fur stood there.  He was already reaching into his pocket for his phone.  He took a quick picture of the back of the van and dialed nine-one-one.  Willaim and Samantha didn't pay much attention to him as he talked to the dispatcher.  Will just kept holding Samantha, and she just focused on the feeling of being held.  
	Slowly, the weight of the trauma inflicted upon her caused her to slip into a more and more detached state.  Her thoughts drifted off into some unknowable limbo.  When people came to take her to the hospital, and arrest Fred, she hardly noticed.  William was at her side though, every second.  He held her and refused to let go.  At first he had whined threateningly at anyone who even tried to get near her until one of the police officers present proffered the key to Sam's cuffs to him, so he could release her himself.  After that, he had been much more cooperative.  He was allowed to ride in the ambulance with her.  During the trip, the EMTs asked them both questions and did thier best to clean up the blood spatter on them.  Will had tried to answer as best he could, despite the blurriness of his memories, and Sam remained almost entirely silent. The only outward show of her even being aware of what was going on was an occasional squeeze of his hand.  They arrived at the hospital after a about a twenty minute drive.  The EMTs had tried to get Samantha to open up and let them examine her, but she wouldn't let them.  Anytime either of them even went near her, she would shrink back.  Eventually, they offered her a mild seditive, which she decided to take, and she drifted off to sleep.  After that, Will took over keeping them away.  As far as he was conscerned, she didn't want anyone touching her, so he made sure that continued to be the case.  
	When they arrived at the hospital, Hunter and Lissandra were already there and rushed to their kits.  Samantha was out cold, but Willaim hugged his parents.  His nerves were still a little shot, and the physical contact did him some good.  The EMTs rolled Samantha out of the ambulance and into the emergency room.  He let go of his parents and made to follow, but the doctors stopped him.  He became very angry, but he wasn't given a choice.  Instead, Hunter and Lissandra asked him to tell them what had happened.  He didn't really want to, but without any other option, he did.  It was difficult, and he stopped to cry part way through, but it felt good to him to let it out.  He didn't tell them about kissing his sister though.  When he was just about finished recounting the events, a pair of police officers came in to talk with them, and he had to start over.  This time, it took much longer, as the officers asked him to go over certain details and asked many clarifying questions.  They wrote down much of what he told them, and after he was finished, they talked to his parents alone for awhile.  He went to watch one of the programs playing on the hospital waiting room tv.  Not too long after that, and before the officers had finished speaking with his parents, an older salamander gentleman came over to him.  He introdused himself as Rajesh, the resident psycologist.  He too asked William about the events that took place earlier that morning.  He listened pateintly, which was nice.  It sucked having to repeat everything a third time, but at least he wasn't being interupted as he spoke this time.  He was already becoming irritated with recounting the awful story.  When he was finished, Rajesh asked him questions just like the officers, though they were very different kinds questions.  They were more about how he felt than the hard facts the officers were after.  Several of the questions made him uncomfortable, but he answered to the best of his abillity anyway.  He just wanted it to be over with.  Soon, Rajesh left to go talk with his parents and the officers, leaving Will to himself.
	It had been almost an hour after Rajesh had finished with him when a young racoon woman came out from the back, and asked Hunter and Lissandra to come with her.  Willaim made his desire to go known; but the doctor told his parents that she didn't think he should, and though they debated a moment between themselves, ended up deciding to have Will stay in the waiting room.  It was difficult, staying out there on his own.  The daytime programming was terrible, and did an equally terrible job of distracting him from his thoughts.  It wasn't long before he found himself reliving the events of that morning in his head yet again.  He just wanted to forget.  Especially the moment at the end.  Where he had looked down at Samantha, saw her bound up and bleeding.  He didn't know if she knew the significance of what had been taken from her, but he did, and it wounded him deeply.  His rage that someone had violated her knew no bounds, and just thinking about it made him see red again.  However, there was just a tiny little part of him that was jelous.  He knew it was selfish, and more than just a little fucked up that there was a part of him that was angry he wouln't be able to have her virginity.  He thought about his kissing her.  He was uncertain of whether or not he had just taken advantage of her.  He couldn't be sure if her responding to him was just her taking the path of least resistance, an automatic response to the stressful situation, or if it was something she really wanted.  The longer he sat there, the more and more certain he was that he had only hurt her further, that he had allowed his own wants to cause him to take advantage of her when she need him to protect her most.
	William couldn't sit in the chair anymore and watch the cruddy soap opera that was playing.  He wandered over to a bathroom.  It was clean and thankfully empty.  He went to a sink and turned the tap.  He splashed some water on his face, then stared into the redened eyes of his reflection until the sight of himself began to turn his stomach.  William was digusted with himself.  He wanted to punch his reflection; take his building anger with himself out on something, anything.  He turned away to hit the wall next to him, fist already swinging out to hit it-
	“Woah, there son,”  Hunter said softly, as he caught his distraught cubs fist mid-swing.  He grabbed him up into a hug as he knelt down and pet his back, whispering soothingly into his ear.  “It's gonna be okay.”  Willaim completely broke down.  He had cried when he saw Samantha, but now the real tears came.  It felt like everything was crashing down around him.  All the strength left his legs and he slumped completely into his father.  He blubbered senslessly into his fathers shoulder, releasing all the pent up emotion that had been building up over the last couple hours.  His initial cries were on the edge of histeria at first, but as he let it out, he began to feel better.  As his sobs began to subside, Hunter spoke up.
	“Do you want to see Samantha?”  He asked.
	“Does she want to see me?”  William asked back, trying to choke back sniffles and the disbelief from his voice.
	“Why wouldn't she?” Hunter asked, confused.  “Were it not for you, who knows how much worse it could've gone?  And through the whole exam, the only thing she would say was 'Where's Will,' or 'I want to see my brother.'  We had to keep promising her she could see you after in order to get her to cooperate at every turn.”
	William perked his ears up at that revelation.  “Really?”  
	“Really.” Hunter confirmed.
	“Is that why you're here?”  Will asked.
	“Yes, it is.  Would you like to see how Samantha is doing?  It'll make her happy.  She really does want to see you.”
	“Okay,” he said, wiping excess mucous from his nose.  “Just give me a sec, Dad.  I wanna wash up a little.”
	“You want me to leave while you do?”
	“Yes please.”
	“Okay, Will.  I”ll be right outside if you need me, and I'll take you right to her when you come out, okay?
	“Thanks, Dad.”  William said, still sniffling.  He turned back to the mirror, the tap still running, and saw his tear streaked face.  There were a few flecks of blood in his fur that the EMTs had managed to miss.  How had no one noticed those yet?  He quickly washed the tears and blood form his face and muzzle.  He finished up and dried his muzzle off with a few paper towels from the dispenser.  He left the room as quickly as his legs would carry him, all thoughts of self-loathing left behind like the trash.  Only thoughts of Samantha filled his mind now.
	Hunter was right outside the door, just like he said he would be.  He seemed slightly taken aback by the apparent urgency in his son's eyes.  He put it down to stress and genuine concern for Samantha.  He put a paw on his shoulder, and guided him to the large double doors that seperated the waiting room from the ER proper.  Inside, the halls were wide, but crowded.  There were doctors moving from room to room, sometimes acompanied by a pateint or a nurse, and EMTs and med-techs at computers stationed right in the hall.  It was quiet, but not silent.  There were soft voices to be heard, the steady beeps of monitering equipment, and squeaky wheels aplenty.  Small groups of various hospital staff stood here and there discussing pateints and treatments.  Had William had any room in his head for anyone or anything other than Sam, he would've found all this interesting.  
	They walked past only a few rooms before he heard his mother's voice coming from up ahead.  He sped up, seperating himself from his father's paw, and then ran the rest of the way to the end of the hall, where the voices were coming from.  There, in the last room on the left, was a young red panda doctor, Raj, the child psycologist, Mom, and Samantha.  He stood there and took in the sight.  Samantha was laying down on an exam table, limp, and with legs spread wide, her vagina on clear display.  The doctor was in the proccess removing a pair of bloodstained gloves.  William made a viscious sound at the sight, and started to advanced on the doctor, protective instincts kicking in.  Samantha sat bolt upright the second she heard the sound, Lissandra and the doctor turned to face him, and Hunter dashed towards his son as fast as he could.  Hunter caught Will just as he moved past the door to attack the doctor, and Lissandra was frozen to the spot by the look in her sons eyes.  Samantha tried to get up, but the doctor put a paw on her shoulder and asked her to remain laying down for the time being.  Getting her on her back, he helped her pull her clothes back up.
	“looks like I took to long checking,” the doctor said, removing his paw from Sam's shoulder.  Turning to face Will, he continued,  “Calm down, I was only checking the damage, making sure there wasn't any permanant injury.  I'm Dr. Lee, nice to meet you.”
	William registered the doctors words, and realized that his mother wouldn't have allowed anyone to touch Sam who was going to hurt her anymore than he was.  He relaxed, or tried to, at any rate.  “I'm Will,” he said cautiously.  “What were you doing to my sister?”  He still sounded angry, the words demanding information.
	There was a moment of silent communication between the four adults.  After a moment, Raj left the room.  Hunter let go of Will, and took a seat with Lissandra near the door.  Will went straight to Sam's side.  Samantha turned to look at Will and gave him a weak, bleary eyed smile.  She mumbled his name under her breath, but appeared to be falling asleep.  She appeared very much out of it, like she was still somewhat durgged by whatever the EMTs had given her earlier, or maybe she had been given something else.  He took her paw in his hand and gently squeezed it.  As he stood there at her side, the doctor explained to Will what he had been doing, what he had found.  
	He didn't do much talking back, but the look he gave the doctor when he was asked if he knew what a hyemen was made Dr. Lee chuckle “Right, that was a dumb question.  Health class?”  
	“I've broken three,” was the deadpanned response.  There was a collective, shocked silence at the blatent pronouncement.  Lissandra spluttered unattractively, and Hunter raised an eyebrow.
	“I see I don't need to tenderpaw around with you, now do I?”  Dr. Lee explained to Will that though Samantha's Hymen had been broken in a disturbing and unorthadox way, the damage to her vagina beyond that was superficial.  The sicko either got lucky and/or was actually trying not to hurt her anymore than was strictly neccisary, or else had a lot of practice at doing it like that.  Everyone in the room shudderd at the thought.  Willaim laid his head down awkwardly on his sister's chest after Dr. Lee had assured him that she would be just fine.  He listened to her breathing for a moment, still not quite sure he was ready to trust anyone just yet.  Her breathing was soft, but even, and he could hear her heart beating strongly in her chest.  It made him feel a little better.
	William stopped paying attention to the adults altogether after awhile.  He just wanted to be near her.  She had fallen asleep while they had talked about everything, and the closeness finally allowed him to relax.  Rajesh came back in not too long after, and handed Hunter and Lissandra a couple of his busness cards.  The four adults talked for a little while more, before Dr. Lee said that he was going to go get Samantha's discharge papers started, and exited the room.  William looked up as Raj also left.  
	Feeling more comfortable with leaving Sam's side with only Mom and Dad present, he got up and gave them hugs.  From where he was standing, as he drew back from giving his mom a hug, he caught sight of a few police officers standing outside the door across the hall.  He recognised two of them from earlier, when he had spoken to them about his and Samantha's ordeal.  He moved a little closer to the door.  Hunter reached across Lissandra as he saw him move.
	“Will, don't.”  It was an order, something his dad didn't do often.  He put two and two together, and realized who was in the room across the hall.  William became very angry.  How could they put that fuck right across the hall from her?!  How could they sit there, looking so calm, knowing that he was right fucking there?!?  But he kept himself in check.  He threw himself back into the chair next to Sam and stared at the door, ears down and twitching at every unexpected noise, feeling like a high tension wire.
 	When Dr. Lee came back in with discharge papers in hand, it took Will a great effort to not fly off the seat at him.  He still lifted part way off the seat though, and his sudden motion drew attention.  Will sheepishly settled back into the chair, ears down.  Dr. Lee told them everything was squared away, and could now leave.  Hunter got up and went over to the bed to pick Samantha up, but Dr. Lee told him to hold on.  It was policy to escort a patient out of the ER in a wheelchair.  Hunter thanked him for the information and picked his daughter up anyway, and walked towards the door.  Will and Lissandra got up and followed.  Dr. Lee sighed, and followed suit, motioning to a near by nurse outside the door as he passed to put the wheelchair he had brought away.

	The trip home was mercifully silent.  Hunter was content to just concentrate on his driving, while Lissandra lost herself in thought.  William focused his world on the girl in his lap.  She slept peacfully on the back seat, her head resting on his leg.  When he had gotten into the car, instead of fitting his tail into the back seats tail groove, he pulled it up between his legs when he sat down, and laid it across his lap.  Sam had unconsciously grabbed onto the large fluffy tail, and now had her muzzle burried into it.  His tail had started to go numb not five minutes into the half-hour ride home, but to see her snuggled into it, he thought it was worth it ten times over.  Sam shifted, letting go of his tail and turning part way onto her back.  A stray lock of her vibrant hair fell across her face, and Will moved it away.  The whole ride, he looked nowhere else, and pet her side, from shoulder to hip until his arm ached.
	They pulled into the driveway at home and everyone got out.  Lissandra came around the car and pulled Sam out, carrying her inside.  William got out and stretched.  Here at home, he felt much more comfortable, and having had Sam in his lap had calmed him a great deal.  His tail was all pins and needles as he walked back and forth next to the car, wagging it around like he was trying to fling an invisible crab off the end of it and wincing.  Hunter seemed hesitant at first to go inside.  It looked like he wanted to say something to his son, but after a few moments, went inside too.  
	Left alone outside, William continued to stretch and wag his tail.  He was only just starting to feel it, but much of his upper body was sore from the exersion of berserking on Fred.  Soon though, as the sun faded behind a grey cloud, he took a seat on the front stoop and looked into the trees on the oposite side of the road.  He took a deep breath, held it, then slowly released it.  He took the time to feel the wind in his fur as a fresh mid-spring breeze rattled the young leaves on the trees.  He inhaled the myriad smells of the earth, the forest,  and the habitations around him.  He could smell the rain coming, though it was still a fair ways off.  He stayed there, keeping his mind blank and just trying to connect in someway to his surroundings.  A cold wind sprung up, now much more heavily laced with the scent of the oncoming spring storm.  
	As the first few chill drops of rain hit his fur, Willaim got up to seek shelter inside.  He opened the door, and a wall heat and the smell of cooking hit is nose.  His stomach rumbled something fierce as he sniffed, seperating the various smells in his mind to figure out what was being made.  He detected garlic most strongly.  There were also the smells of chicken and shrimp, making his mouth water.  A thin strand of drool escaped his muzzle as he licked his chops.  Like a zombie, he was diverted from his intended path to the kitchen.  He walked in to find his mom preparing rice and his dad chopping cloves.  His mother looked up as he came in.  She saw the drool on his muzzle and grabbed a napkin to wipe off his chin.
	“Mooom,”  he groaned in protest, pulling his muzzle away from her paw the second she was done.
	“Hush now, sweety.  Dr. Lee told us you should eat something as soon as we got home.  I don't want you ruining your appatite though.  We're making something special for you and Sam.”  She handed him an apple.  He took it greatfully and bit into it.  It was perfectly ripe, the sweet flesh crisp and delicious.
	“Thanks, Mom,” he said gratefuly, giving her a hug, which she returned gladly.  He felt a drip of water on his head, and looking up as best he could, saw a few tears leak from the corners of her eye.  Moments later, another presence entered into the hug, as Hunter wrapped his wife and son up in his arms.  Will's arms, so occupied, was unable to continue eating his apple, and his stomach growled angerly at not being fed.
	“Oops,”  Hunter said, letting go.  “We best let him eat.”  
	Sniffling, Lissandra let William go.  He immediately started chowing down on the apple.  Going down on her haunches in front of him, Lissandra placed a kiss on his forehead.  “You were brave, today Will.  Your father and I are both very proud of you for protecting Samantha.”  She got back up and turned to the food, not wanting to burn the special meal.  The praise meant more to him than most anything.  She had high expectations, and only gave praise when someone had gone well above and beyond.  But what his father said was a pretty close second.
	“That's why we decided, we're doubling your allowence, and there is no longer a curfew for you on school nights.  The second provided of course that you keep up your grades.  If they slip, it'll come back.”  William shook his head vigorously in agreement.  He couldn't believe they were going to double his allowence!  That was thirty dollars a week garunteed, and an extra five for every B, and ten for each A!  That was an easy sixty bucks for the next five weeks!  He didn't quite do a dance for joy; he still had a lot on his mind, was sore, and getting very tired.  Nevertheless, he enthusiastically thanked and hugged both his parents between big bites of his apple.  
	William left the kitchen feeling better now than he had all day.  He intended to take a nap before dinner, but he wanted to check on Samantha before anything else.  Stuffing the last of the apple core into his muzzle, he plodded achily up the stairs and to her room.  He found her door open a little.  He looked in, expecting to find her sleeping.  Instead, she was wide awake, staring into space with tears trickling down her cheek fluff.  He opened the door, and Samantha fliched.  She looked over at Will, eyes wet and shining.  She didn't say anything or otherwise react to Will as he approached.  He moved slowly, and his doubts from earlier when he was in the hospital bathroom came back.  He sat down on the bed near to Samantha, leaving about of foot of space between him and her footpaws.  Her tail was next to him and carefully, he put his paw on it and stroked.  She inhaled deeply and shuddered, but didn't ask him to stop.  He kept his ears and eyes open for any indication that she wanted him to stop.  
	After awhile, Samantha sat up and pulled slightly away from him.  She looked into his eyes and they seemed to plead with him.  He didn't know what it was she wanted, and it hurt him deeply.  Another tear spilled down her cheek.  Not thinking, he reached towards her face.  She pulled slightly away, then when his paw made contact, she shuddered again.  Will thought he might have done something wrong, but then she relaxed into his paw, leaning into it.  
	Will moved further onto the bed, and pulled Samantha into him, pressing her muzzle into his chest.  The tears kept coming, but the shuddering stopped.  She still wouldn't speak, and it seemed like she was a million miles away.
	“S-Sam,”  William began, tears of his own beginning to form and fall.  “You're safe S-Sam.  I won't let anyone hurt you.”  Sam nodded into his fur.  Will lifted her face to him, and licked away the tears as they spilled over.  
	“Will...”  Samantha whispered, so quietly, she was barely audible even in the near total silence of her room.
	“What?”  He asked, pausing his licking, gratetful that she was now speaking.   Her silence had begun to worry him.
	“I...”  She could still be barely heard.  She coughed, clearing her throat.  It made only a tiny difference.  Will still had to pay close attention to hear her.  “D-do... Do...”  She fell silent again for a moment, before trying agian.  “K-kiss...m-me...Please?”
	Will didn't even need to consider.  This was his darling, precious Sam, asking for him.  “I love you, Sam,” he said with sincerity, and pressed his muzzle into hers.  He took his time, letting Sam decide where things went.  When he felt her tongue poke his lips, he let her in, and returned her passion.  He laid down with her on the bed, and tenderly caressed her face.  They kept their lips pressed together for a long time, but eventually, exaustion took them both over, and the two kits fell asleep cuddled on her bed, facing each other.