# Chapter 5: Indiscretion

The rusted doors opened with a grating squeal, and the meager firelight leapt inside to take refuge on the fur of the captive girls within. It was difficult to make out what they were, the three peered in with some reservation.

May spoke up first. "Hello!"

As the world left her muzzle, the girls in the trailer pressed against the back wall. They could smell it on her-- and the gleam of the crimson splatters matting her coat made her a terrible sight to behold. With their earlier session of 'hugging it out', the three of them all had at least a little, but May was terrifying to their tired yet watchful eyes.

Malachi tried to charm them, "Ladies, please. It's alright." He made gentle motions with his paws, showing that he had no whip or gun in them, a sight they had come to expect. "We're not here to hurt you."

Rain looked at them. Each one was naked. A couple of them smelled of old, creeping sex from Arnim's whims. She'd never seen slaves quite like this before. At her home, they'd always been cleaned up before they were permitted in the house. If they were to be beaten, they were carried out of her sight.

It took her a moment to realize she was just as much a spectacle as they were. Perhaps not quite as dirty, but the same scent of the dog's aggression could be detected, and she had not been able to find her clothing in the dark.

May looked to the other two, "I'm not sure what we should do with them."

Malachi glanced to May, "We're taking the truck. I don't see why they can't come along."

May's muzzle turned a frown, "We didn't say we'd be bringing them. I hope the safe house can support us." The cat rubbed her face in frustration.

"We can't just leave them here, May." Malachi's dismay was very apparent, even in the low light.

"Of course not. I'm not heartless!" May looked flustered, "I just... ok, I think I have an idea." She tugged on her still-whole ear as she worked through the details in her mind, "Why don't Rain and I get into the back. We'll pretend to be cargo, and you can drive."

"I don't know how to drive." Malachi looked over at the driver's seat. He roughly knew how the machine worked, but he had no confidence in his ability to drive it without prior training.

"Son of a bitch..." May paused, "No, sorry, I-- I didn't mean you." She looked at Malachi apologetically.

The wolf chuckled, "It's alright. Can you drive?"

May thought on this for a moment. "I don't have my license yet, but I've passed my tests in driver's ed. I'll have to get some clothes." Her eyes flicked to Malachi.

Malachi gazed over at Arnim. The dead shepherd's clothes were covered in blood and they were too large to fit her. His own had a spot or two of blood in it, but as he grabbed the dead captor's canteen and poured it over a few spots, it was passible. For once, Malachi was grateful for being a smaller male. "Take mine. I'll be cargo."

May nodded a little, but her ears flushed in knowledge of what was coming next. Malachi stepped out of his shirt and pants, and left only in his underwear, the tone of his muscle was revealed to May. She swallowed a bit, "Uh... hand me that canteen."

He did so, and she took a short swig before rinsing most of the blood from her fur. She started working on those more masculine clothes, and found the dog's hat in his truck seat. Slipping it on, she felt more properly hidden. So long as her tail wasn't revealed, there'd be little suspicion at all.

"You look like you'd be leading me around on a leash," Malachi lied. The girl looked more silly than anything, and only somewhat plausible, but he didn't want to worry her.

May couldn't see it as a compliment. "That's awful, Mal," but she nodded, "I suppose I have to look the part." She hopped into the car, and taking the keys, started the engine. There was more than enough fuel. They weren't going too far-- after all, they would have had to make the journey on foot before.

Malachi took Rain's hand and lead her into the back. The vixen resisted for a moment, instincts telling her that getting into a trailer as cargo was demeaning, but she felt the burn of that brand on her shoulder, and remembered that she was no longer above such accommodations. She bit her tongue and crawled inside with the nearly naked boy, and sat down.

Before Malachi shut the door, Rain took a peek at the other girls. An otter and a cheetah. One of them looked on the plump side-- perhaps she was pregnant. She'd be sure when there was more light. If the girl's fur were flayed, it would mean she was fat, and was punished for eating too much. But if she was relatively unscathed, there was a good chance she was known to be pregnant.

The otter rubbed her tummy, seeing Rain stare at it, but she stayed quiet. The cheetah looked to Rain and tried to break the silence, if only to get the girl's eyes off her friend and make things a tad less awkward. "H-hello. I'm Casey. What's your name?"

Rain's eyes flicked over to the feline, but as she did so, Malachi closed the door and it became dark. Rain felt herself starting to grow angry that a slave would speak before spoken to, but before she could yell, the truck lurched forward.

As the vehicle started moving, Rain remembered her situation and quelled her rage. She closed her eyes, and thought to herself. If she was going to get through this, she'd have to learn to sympathize. She'd have to learn how to talk to slaves. But she didn't intend on being one.

"Hello?" The cheetah girl spoke again, "Are you alright?"

"Yes. yes, I'm fine, thank you." Rain rubbed her shoulder a bit, silently cursing the brand. "My name is Rain." She forced out, "Nice to meet you, Casey." The vixen was grateful for the cover of dark. She didn't quite mean her polite words, and being able to see her face wouldn't endear anyone.

"It's nice to meet you, too. Do uh... Do you know what's going on?" Casey's voice was quite concerned. Nothing had been explained to her or the otter.

"We're going to a safe house. Then we're heading north to try to get out of the country." She leaned back against the metal doors, and then sat up again. Even through her fur, the box was a bit cold. How did anyone stand to sit in this thing for hours at a time?

"Oh." It was a short response. Casey bit her lip and pondered those words. "So... we'll be coming with you, then?"

If Rain's eyes rolled any harder, the inertia would force the truck off the road. She started, "Now just because we have you in this truck--" She paused, and felt a thought sink in. She hated this. Every moment of it. The bumps of the road. The cold metal box. The smell of unwanted sex on her fur. She remembered the sight of the otter. Invisible now, but certainly there-- that girl must have only known treatment like this. She was pregnant, cold, and alone, used by creatures like the Shepherd every day.

Empathy began to chip away at Rain's calloused view of these souls.

"...mean we're going to treat you as meaningless property. Of course you're coming with us." The words sounded a bit strained. Rain could hardly believe they were coming out of her muzzle. They sounded like the bleeding hearts on the television crying for abolition.

Casey went quiet for a moment, finding the tone of Rain's voice a bit strange. "Oh-oh good. Thank you." She went quiet.

Malachi smiled at the conversation. He was happy to hear Rain say something that wasn't focused on her own interests for a change. Of course, she might be lying, but he let the thought that her words were genuine dance upon his mind.

"Malachi... are you there?" Rain's voice sounded timid.

"Right here, Rain." Malachi nearly jumped when he felt the vixen's paw on his thigh. She pulled it back upon feeling the boy startle, but she placed it back on, and found herself slipping into his lap. She couldn't see him, but she could feel the warmth of his bare fur against her own and rested her head on his chest.

"I don't know what I'm doing." She confessed, keeping her voice low so that the other girls would not hear over the rumble of the engine and the sound of the trailer's wheels rolling against the asphalt.

"It's ok. It's my first time escaping as well." If it weren't, he'd be dead. Rain smiled a little at the morbid humor of it.

"Malachi... I know... I always teased you back at the house." She had. The little incident before the prom wasn't the first time she'd called him in to tease him. At the time, he hadn't expected it would be the last.

The wolf swallowed, slipping his arms around the girl, but staying silent.

"I'm... I'm not teasing tonight." The dark was a refuge. The blush in her ears was concealed. The sound of her confession was drowned out by the ambient noise, as far as the other girls could hear. Despite being mere feet away from the other slaves, the two were alone.

"R-Rain?" Malachi felt his sheath swell under her. He knew she'd be able to feel it, and while he tried to quell his desire, the knowledge that Rain would be aware just made it all the harder. The vixen slipped her paws up on the boy's shoulders, and she began to wriggle her hips along that swell. It wasn't a deliberate motion-- more of a sort of needful squirm.

She leaned in, nose touching the edge of his ear, "Malachi... I need you to hold me." She gave a soft whimper, and the boy stroked over Rain's ears, choking out, "Y-yes. Of course, Rain..." He slipped his paw down between the two of them, his thumb finding the girl's button, and the light sticky fluid that had wicked its way onto her lower lips. He worked his fingers down under the hem of his boxers to free his growing member.

Rain's petals found themselves reseated on a growing shaft. Just the tip had worked out to start, but as her breasts pressed against the fluff of his chest, the boy's wolfhood rested between the girl's folds-- not in them, but laying across them, the tip poking at the skin of the vixen's tummy-- worked through her fur.

Rain's body trembled, and Malachi's arms kept her close. His mind raced. The girl had trained him to desire her. She had made progress today, but the wolf knew she wasn't a really good person. Yet, he too was frightened about what lay ahead, and this distraction was a welcome escape from everything. If only for a moment-- the two could be lovers.

After all, it was not unlike betrothal. Two young creatures forced together by circumstances they didn't fully control. Malachi tossed his hesitation onto the road, and seized the vixen's hips.

Rain's breath pulled in with a sharp gasp, and she scrunched her eyes-- not that they could see much anyway-- and let out a slow breath as Malachi's tip worked its way into her sex. Her toes splayed out, stroking over the wolf's legs as she felt herself glide down into a hilt.

Malachi began to bounce the vixen on his hips. Rain's back arched against his hugging paws, and her nose traced along the fur of his neck. She aided his thrusts, working her hips down with every pump upward. Rain's tunnel was tight-- still young, and only used a few times. Malachi's knot began to swell and tease her lips.

It hurt a bit-- Rain was still torn from the dog's rape. But she knew Malachi would not see her tears, and was grateful-- the boy would stop if he thought he was hurting her.

She did not want him to stop.

Malachi's mind reeled from the girl's tight passage. Her need was overwhelming, and his trembling hands slipped up to cup her breasts, thumbs circling over the vixen's nipples. His tongue hung out the side of his muzzle, and his hot breath rolled between those orbs. Rain loved every moment of it, and her hips worked down into a grind, trying to get that knot inside of her. It continued to swell.

Rain's tear kept the bulb from sealing properly. Perhaps it was for the best. With no protection, locking inside of her could have consequences far beyond this night. Not to mention the sound of her popping on and off of it until it would seal in her could only end up letting the other girls know what they were doing.

Malachi's body tensed. He could feel the edge of climax, but without sealing himself in, he could not get there. Rain, however, let impulse get the best of her. She knew what Malachi needed. She knew it was best if he didn't get it. But she did not care. She _wanted_ to be filled. Sure, if someone took her off the boy and sat her down, she'd see reason and just let things be. But no one was here to be the adult.

The truth was, she only teased him because there were consequences to having sex with a slave boy. She had always wanted his body-- and now not only did she have that, but genuine, mutual need as well.

Rain's paw slipped down between the boy's legs, and did what ought not be done. The girl squeezed around his bulb, simulating a tight tie with her fingers. She forced the boy into a kiss, holding him this way.

Malachi's surprised yelp was muffled within the girl's muzzle. His whole body tightened and his toes splayed, claws scraping against the metal floor, not quite loud enough for girls to know what it was. He erupted-- a flood of seed shooting right up into the girl's searing heat and slaking her desire like water after a long desert run.

They traded breaths. Rain suckled his tongue with a greedy need while her tunnel rolled and squeezed that shaft, trying to milk every single spurt from the boy. Malachi's panicked eyes could see nothing in the darkness. He wanted to warn her of the dangers.

She knew. She didn't care.

Rain's body tensed around the boy, and her own climax lit a fire upon her mind, setting ablaze every nerve and tugging her through a pool of liquid pleasure. Her honey rolled down the boy's knot, soaking into the fur of his sac and leaving a wet spot on the already rusted trailer floor.

Malachi broke the kiss, panting feverishly, still in shock from the vixen's brazen act. But he said nothing. What would he say? 'No, don't do that?' A little late. And besides, he didn't have the nerve to give her orders, even though he was no longer bound as her servant.

"Thank you," she whispered, those whiskers tickling along his ear. He could feel her tail tap at each side of him-- it must have been swishing back and forth.

He held the girl in his warm embrace, and the truck rolled to a stop. Rain's eyes were closed, but the sound of the truck door opening woke her. She quickly pulled off the boy in an attempt to conceal her deed as the trailer doors opened. May blinked at the sight of the two clueless girls and the very sweaty couple. The light glistened against the fur between their legs.

"Jesus Christ, you two." May rubbed her face and shook her head. "Come on, we're here."