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The Cry of Sodom

Book II, Scroll VII

The cell was cold. In their scorching climate, that should have been a blessing. Yet Lot could not find joy in the sensation of cool stone against his fur.

He had been left with nothing more than a simple loincloth, the folds caked with dirt. No one would have given him clean ones or allowed him to wash his - a female's task -if he had asked. Lot did not care to ask. Every night and day was the same, spent in solitude. He was aware that he was awaiting trial and he understood why, though the reasons behind his own actions remained closed to him, a distant past that could not be unravelled into reality. Sometimes the guards stopped by his cell to look in, their eyes seething with pent up fury. He could only imagine what would happen if they had been on the same side of his bars.

His cell was as simple as the life carrying him along. Rectangular in shape, the walls were uneven and rough with old stone. The door was formed of heavy wood with a small gap on the upper third, barred, which the guards pushed food through upon occasion, when they felt like it. They followed no schedule. He pissed and defecated in the corner, not even in an urination pot; sometimes the mess was cleared, sometimes it was left to stink. It was one small thing to be thankful for that the mess was scraped away by one of the few prison slaves when late afternoon rolled around. Clean air drifted through the small, high slat of a window, tantalisingly out of reach.

He lay stretched out on the bare sleeping mat, devoid of even a blanket for some appearance of comfort. A stray dog barked somewhere, yapping at an obnoxiously high pitch. Lot almost had time to be annoyed, ears twitching as they strove to avoid, ignore, the shrill noise. The dog would not stop running back and forth, paws tap-tapping along the dusty ground. What would it take for a male to have a little peace in a cell? The canine grumbled half-heartedly to himself and rolled over, only succeeding in half turning on to his right side. His bulk would not allow him to get any further without great effort that he did not possess. The dog ran back and forth, back and forth.

Lot raised his head. That was not a dog, or if it was a god, it was not some stray feral roaming the streets. Someone was outside. Cloth brushed along the exterior wall, a flicker of sound, and further around the complex of cells, the main door clunked and groaned.

Someone was inside.

Slumping back, Lot stared at the ceiling, oddly empty inside. It was probably one of the guards come to check on the prison. But the guards went home in the evening, they went back to their families: he knew this. So who was it? Against his obstinate will, the canine's curiosity simmered to the surface. Many furs knew of his crime in explicit detail - his journey through the streets had taught him that much. Their anger, the rocks they had thrown, the way they had screamed. Rapist. Mongrel. Unclean. Sinner. Once, he would have called them sinners. Oh, how times had changed. And had one of the enraged mob come to ensure he would not sin again?

Strangely detached from reality, it was easy for Lot to lie as if a corpse, listening to the progress of the strange fur moving throughout the prison. There were other inmates but they came and went, more often leaving than returning. Lot could only assume that justice in Sodom was swift and decisive. The fur walked slowly through the narrow halls, pausing so often that even Lot could deduce that he was stopping at the door of every cell he or she came across, checking its occupants. A prisoner grumbled, swore, and the silent fur quickly moved on, steps hastening as Lot grappled with the wish to feel but not feel, to be but not to be. He imagined that the good Lord had sent his angel to bring justice upon him.

The stranger paused outside Lot's cell, fiddling with a key. If Lot had been himself, he would have wondered why the stranger had keys. That fact did not seem to matter to the dog in the moment, however, and he blinked, maintaining the same position as he stared up and up and up. The lock clicked. Lot's ears twitched.

The cell door swung inward with a groan of protest, but Lot could not bring himself to consider the notion of moving. Whoever it was and whatever their intentions, he had no will to stop them. Please - he had the audacity to beg - let them finish his life for him. He surely had no hope of changing it or living any longer. Against his will, a flicker of hope blossomed in his chest as a strange fur shuffled beyond the door, delaying entry. It was the only shard of jagged hope he had felt in days or weeks. Time and life itself blurred into one continuous shadow in the cell. He did not deserve release. Please let someone be kind, kind in the darkest of fashions. Had they really come to kill him? Had someone broken into the prison?

A black and white rabbit stepped around the door, paws clasped to his chest, and Lot's hope vanished like a candle being blown out at the eve of the day. It was Raguel. Lot sagged. The rabbit would not do a thing to help. Indeed, it was Lot himself who had travelled so far to assist Raguel when events had conspired against him, all for the rabbit that he had yet to see take any matter into his own paws. The rabbit had not the stomach for the grind. The old canine rolled on to his back and snorted. He should be left to die. But guilt would not be denied and it so battled for dominance. He could not possibly be disappointed to see Raguel. Raguel had never meant any harm, nor had caused it.

"My friend." Lot sat up. "What has brought you to these lonely quarters? It is surely not safe to be here."

He leaned to the side, squinting as he peered around the rabbit in the darkness. Raguel stood still, every muscle trembling as if he had run a race, and his long whiskers twitched erratically.

"Did the guards let you in? I thought they had returned home for the night, no longer guarding the main doors. They always go to their homes for the night." He hesitated, looking up the length of Raguel's body as the otherwise frail-looking rabbit towered over him. "You are not supposed to be here. No one is supposed to be here."

"But... I am here, Lot."

Lot chuckled without humour. Of course Raguel was there: Lot could see him. He doubted that his dreams could be so vivid. Though the dreams he had been having were something not worth thinking about. Some of them had even featured the rabbit. He squeezed his eyelids closed.

Just what had Sodom done to him?

Shaking himself, Lot rolled slowly on to his paws and knees, pushing himself up so that he sat back on his heels, paws resting flat on his massive thighs. Fat squashed to either side of muscle and bone and Lot looked the rabbit up and down.

The rabbit had seen better days. Raguel's eyes darted around the small cell as if he was searching for an escape route, which was absurd as he blocked the only exit for Lot, if it was Lot that he feared. Clearing his throat, the rabbit brought a paw to his muzzle, stroked his whiskers and lowered the same paw again, eyes hopelessly restless. His fur could have done with a good groom.

"Lot?"

Raguel's voice was unusually high pitched and Lot looked up in response, noting how tall the rabbit appeared from his lower vantage point. The rabbit had it better than he. Raguel was not waiting in a prison cell to die, awaiting a trial with only one possible outcome. A burble of insane laughter rose in the canine's chest, threatening to burst forth. Raguel - poor, unkempt Raguel - was in a better position than Lot. Why had he even taken the journey to aid his friend in the first place? Raguel was better. Raguel _knew_better.

"Raguel," Lot heaved a sigh. "You have to leave."

"No!" The statement startled a sharp yelp from the rabbit that echoed around the prison. "I won't leave without you! I've come for you, Lot, it is all as I said, I would never leave you here to die. I could not leave you here to die, not after everything! Look at the city! Look at what it has done to us! Our families!"

Raguel babbled like a creature possessed, words rolling off his tongue and tumbling over one another as if each one was more important than the last. The stream of words rose to a hysterical warble and Lot struggled to his hind paws, anxious that others would hear, that guards would come running. He staggered forward and clapped his paws heavily on the rabbit's shoulders, thinking this would be enough to shock Raguel out of whatever spiel he was reeling off - more about getting Lot out of the prison. He drew Raguel further into the cell, hoping against hope that his voice would not carry too far.

"Raguel!" Lot said sternly, raising his voice only enough to be heard over the rabbit's crazed speech. "Listen to me. Quiet yourself!"

To his surprise, Raguel stuttered into quiet, looking from left to right as if he had only just realised where he was. Looking so bewildered and helpless, Lot wished that they could have been anywhere else but in the prison, just so he could see the life return to Raguel's eyes. He had always been a bright fur, if one that he had never truly learned about, never taking the husband of his wife's sister as a personal interest. Lot licked his dry lips, struck by the sudden urge to pull his friend into his arms and hold him closer than he had held his wife in many, many years, if ever.

"You have to leave now." The canine rubbed Raguel's shoulder. "What if the guards find you here? With me? Raguel, you know better than I what they would do to you. You would be a sinner, just like me."

"But I came to rescue you."

Raguel's voice was pathetically small and Lot discovered himself tipping forward, barely catching himself as the movement started. Biting the inside of his cheek - those cursed dreams had surely corrupted him! - Lot tried to smile reassuringly, although his expression twisted into more of a grimace.

"Rescue me? Why would you, Raguel? I am not worth rescuing. I am not worth the life that I once had and abused. If you are caught..." Lot shuddered. "No, not for me, Raguel. Leave me."

Sighing, Lot took a step back, taking the rabbit with him, his hold tight. The action went against everything he had said only a second ago about wanting Raguel to leave, to not get caught, but he could not help himself. The rabbit's soft fur felt good beneath his fingers. Having donned a robe without sleeves, Raguel's svelte form was shown off to its best appeal, making him appear near regal in Lot's eyes.

"Where have you been, Raguel?" Lot asked.

Lot's tone was unexpectedly gentle and caught his friend on the back paw. The rabbit swung his muzzle from side to side like one of the sightless and made a strangled noise in his throat, words sticking.

"Does it matter?" His whiskers quivered. "I am here now and you do not desire my help anymore. It does not matter that I came for you, Lot, does it? Does it matter to you, my friend, that I came to help you?"

Lot shook his head and suppressed a sigh, tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth in a physical effort to keep himself in check. It would not do to frustrate Raguel further. He was far from being in his right mind. Tracing his tongue across his lower lip, Lot stepped closer, bare fur brushing the rabbit's robe.

"No, Raguel." Lot ran his paw down Raguel's arm, muscle tensing beneath the short fur. "That is not what I am asking and I am thankful for your care, that you thought of me. Where have you been? You certainly have not been staying at the inn."

"I could not go back to the inn, not after Edith was taken away and you disappeared."

Raguel forgot to mention Lot's daughters, he noted, but he could not hold the rabbit at fault for that.

"I never meant to come back."

Lo's tone was flat, recalling the haste in which he had left Sodom, seeing the fires that had never been justly explained. Had he really been such a fool as to expect someone to explain to a sinner? A law breaker? The laugh gurgled in his throat, desperate to escape as he was keen to keep it silent. The rabbit's ears slunk back over his shoulders, devoid of all life.

"I know." Raguel looked down between his hind paws. "Who would wish to return to Sodom, besides those that thrive here? You did your best for me but, if you are not leaving, it is perhaps due time that I did. That I left."

Lot looked at the rough, brown wall over Raguel's shoulder, imagining that he was staring into the distance. The white curve of the rabbit's shoulder became oddly sensual in the dim light and Lot rubbed his thumb through the fur, delighting subconsciously in the shiver he felt beneath his paw. Recklessness surged through the canine's blood, blazing fingers of heat searing until he feared trails of smoke would rise from his own body, a miracle and a horror all at once. As still as a statue, Lot stood with his fingers curled around Raguel's arm and shoulder respectively, unwilling to release his friend yet terrified inexplicably to do anything other than simply hold him. Raguel blinked, muzzle tilting down as Lot closed the distance between them.

Lot's lips pressed to Raguel's in a hasty, clumsy kiss. The canine's breath caught and he closed his eyes, drawing a paralysed rabbit in closer than even his dreams had allowed. Oh, the dreams... It was better than his dreams. Sodom, the city of dreams. A soft murmur, unlike any sound that Lot had ever made before, passed his lips, travelling through a light hum into the muzzle of his shocked, static partner.

Raguel jolted.

"What is wrong with you?" Raguel shot away as if he had been stung, wiping the back of his paw across his muzzle. "Lot, you've become one of them!"

"Not in the slightest, friend."

Lot smiled, strength in his expression stolen from his weak legs. A breath of air could have toppled him over. Raguel shook his head, shifting anxiously from one hind paw to the other as he rocked back on his heels.

"You must come with me!" He declared, voice trembling. "We can put this to rights, Lot, please believe me. Please do not become like every other male and female in Sodom. Please do not leave me too. Don't leave me!"

The rabbit's breath hitched, the final words of his utterance caught in a strangled sob. He wrapped his arms around his torso, drawing comfort from the act of being hugged, even if it was not what his frazzled mind desired. His arms were so cold that they could have belonged to another fur, almost. He could imagine.

"Quiet," Lot breathed, raising his paw to Raguel's cheek. "All shall be well. Allow me to do this for you, as a friend. All shall be well."

The rabbit jerked as if tugged by an invisible puppeteer's strings, muscles twitching without rhyme or reason. The Canaan dog trailed his paw down his friend's chests, fingertips bolder with every passing second, and curved his free paw around Raguel's waist, lightly preventing him from pulling away out of fear. He would never have restrained Raguel if he had truly wished to be elsewhere but the inescapable bulge in the rabbit's robes could not be construed as anything aside from the obvious.

Raguel flinched, raising his paws as if in protest yet, somehow, they landed upon Lot's chest and stayed there, the rabbit unable to find the will to pull away. Upbringing battled with desire and Raguel moaned lowly, ducking his head down against the larger canine's chest. Lot's mouth twisted and he stroked his friend's back gently, cheeks flushing as his own arousal became evident, tucked in against the rabbit's stomach. Ears folded back, Raguel leaned into his friend, paws slipping to the canine's broad back. He felt himself dwarfed though there was no great difference in their heights, only body mass.

Tilting Raguel's muzzle upwards, Lot's lips met his in a tender kiss. Perhaps he had wanted, beneath his prejudice and thwarted faith, to know Raguel so intimately for a longer stretch of time than previously imagined. But that notion was too cliché for his liking and he dismissed it, focusing on the warmth of the body pressed to his. It did not matter if moments had been passed by, misplaced in the sinuous weave of time. Raguel was in his arms now and he would show his friend simply how much he meant to him. It was the least he could do, being as he was.

He did not allow words time - the time they had was too little already. Night was passing as inevitably as it always would. Dropping a second kiss on the rabbit's lips, a fiery thrill raced through the dog's veins as Raguel responded, tentatively but unmistakably. Lot withdrew with a murmur, wishing to feel more, take joy in every fleeting second as it was presented to him. Yet he could not. He had another joy to deliver, something to one far more deserving than he.

Feeling the strain quiver upon his aged body, Lot slowly sank to his knees, going down on to first one and then the other, tattered robe fragile cushion for his limbs. The canine did not mind. It would only be uncomfortable for a time. The pleasure for Raguel would be worth any discomfort he felt. Raguel's nose twitched and he inhaled sharply as Lot's paw crept up his leg, smoothing the fur down as he went. When he reached the rabbit's loincloth, Raguel flinched, only prevented from leaping in shock by a gentle paw on his calf.

"Lot, what -"

"Quiet," Lot repeated once more, looking up at the rabbit as he knelt on the cold cell floor. "Let me do this for you."

Cut off so swiftly, Raguel could not argue and could not disagree. His wife had never done such for him. No, that would be a lie. Ansha had offered it to him, hesitantly, several times, in each instance appearing to have summoned up the courage over many days. He had denied her. The rabbit stiffened. He would not treat his wife so again. He would not lie to her. If he could only have her in her arms again.

None of that. Raguel closed his eyes and allowed his head to fall back, moonlight falling across his fur through the cell bars and that little, high window, woefully inadequate. Acutely aware of Lot stroking his thighs, ignoring the matted fur and massaging tired muscles, Raguel dropped his paw to the back of Lot's neck, placing hardly any pressure with his fingertips for fear of breaking the moment. His undergarments did not conceal his arousal and the rabbit twisted uncomfortably, exposed to the point of vulnerability to be in such a state. Yet...he could not ask Lot to stop. Raguel shivered. He wanted what his friend had to offer.

Lot traced his short claws over the loincloth, trying to ensure Raguel was comfortable even as his heart pounded in his ears. Could Raguel hear it? Slipping his paw beneath, Lot freed the rabbit's flesh-coloured member. Wrapping his paw around the shaft, Lot wondered how long it had been since Raguel had experienced sexual pleasure. The whimpering moan somewhere above his head suggested an extended stretch of time and Lot resolved to ensure his friend enjoyed, though he had to err on the side of gentleness. He could never forgive himself if he hurt Raguel, not even by accident.

Surprised by the eagerness in his own actions, Lot leaned forward, Raguel's paw on his neck moving with him, lapping the head of the rabbit's member. A quick inhalation above told him that he was doing well, fingers curling into his scruff, and Lot strove to imagine what he would like in a similar situation, what his daughters and Esther had done for him. Mimicking the sweet vixen, Lot stroked the length and curled his flexible tongue around the shaft, treating the cock like a fine fruit to be savoured. Raguel's skin was salty from sweat and musky from the day and the trials he'd endured in reaching Lot's cell, but this only increased Lot's illicit enjoyment in the act. The taste made it real.

Raguel could not stop trembling - not for lack of trying. His legs buckled and it took every ounce of concentration and twitching whiskers to hold himself upright, weight on Lot's shoulder for support. He thought himself a fool for never accepting Ansha's offers in the past. Was Sodom so terrible? Was this all the pleasure they offered? He closed his eyes. It was against the will of God. But Ansha... How could he have turned her down? The sweet-eyed canine. It was not a mistake he would make twice.

Clumsily, the Canaan dog drew the rabbit's cock between his lips, sucking as he had seen females through Sodom doing, some in the very prison he resided within. They were not the shy sort and he strove to mimic their moves from shady memory, tongue lapping up the underside of the smooth shaft to elicit soft, breathy gasps from Raguel's lips. The rabbit shifted his weight constantly as if he could not decide how or where to settle. Though he had mated with his wife as a male should to conceive a pup, it had been too long since he had experienced pleasure. Surely pleasure could not be so bad when it felt so good? Could it be a sin? Whimpering, Raguel clenched his teeth together as Lot pushed his muzzle down as far as he could on the rabbit's length.

Alas, the canine's skill was lacking and he convulsed in a cough, body jerking as he withdrew enough to take several steadying breaths, breathing through his nostrils. He sank down more carefully, stopping before the shaft hit the back of his throat and triggered his gag reflex. Comforting the dog with gentle strokes over his head, Raguel curled his fingers behind Lot's ears, eyes closed and lips parted as ecstasy mounted all too quickly. He recognised the high, both fearing and anticipating as tremors rippled through his stomach.

Lot bobbed his muzzle slowly along the rabbit's length, getting used to the taste and feel, stretching his jaws wide. Twitching and gasping, Raguel rolled his hips forward, allowing his length to slip a little deeper, ears slipping back so they flopped down against his skull, finally relaxing. Lot started as pre cum dripped from the tip - only a couple of drops, though he was unsure how much pre cum was normal for males, having only his own experience to go on - and lapped it up quickly, scooping the salty droplets into his muzzle with a soft murr. Above him, the rabbit was restless, hard cock throbbing as if he struggled to restrain himself from moving as he wished. Lot's jaw ached but he would not stop until he had given the rabbit the pleasure he deserved.

The rabbit's hips bucked against his will, paws resting on top of Lot's head, scratching lightly through his head fur. Working the rod deeper into his muzzle, Lot increased his pace, looking up at Raguel as he strove to drive the rabbit to climax. Raguel deserved far more than his clumsy attempts at oral, giving half the pleasure a skilled one could have supplied - anyone else would have been better than him. Screwing his eyes tightly shut, the rabbit breathed in short, sharp breaths, thrusting lightly into Lot's muzzle. The canine's lips sealed around Raguel's cock in a tight ring, stimulating him in such a way that the rabbit thought in his mind that he was mounting Ansha, once again trying for a little pup with her eyes to call their own, a crossbreed that was perfect in every way. It would not matter that he would have been a crossbreed if only they could have reproduced.

He could not deny his most base desire to breed and extend his family, for the first time feeling no shame over the need rising in his chest. He ejaculated with a gasp, clutching on to Lot as if his life depended on it, as if he could only anchor himself in reality by holding on to the canine tightly enough. Warmth flooded Lot's chest and, for the first time in years, something settled within him, soothing his addled mind.

They were quiet for several long moments once the rabbit climaxed, silence once again falling over the prison. The rabbit stroked his fingers shakily through the canine's hair, feeling the build up of dirt that made the canine more rugged than his usual dignified, pious self. Something had changed. The duo breathed in unison, pressed close as Raguel's cock softened and Lot sat back, letting it slip from his muzzle. It was too quiet to be believable and Lot was struck by the sudden fear that they were being listened to, observed. But that could not be true. There was no one there. Even the other inhabitants of the prison were peaceful, no longer turning and groaning through the night as they were apt to do.

Raguel slipped loosely to the ground, a dazed look in his eye. His legs no longer had the strength to keep his body up, shaking too badly from release. Taking a seat beside him, Lot drew the rabbit in close, comforting him from the extremes of emotions raging through his being. If he had not had the experience with his daughters and Esther, Lot did not doubt that he would be in the same state, having challenged the norms of his upbringing. He shivered. What was normal anymore? Nothing made sense and it was up to them to dictate their own futures, taking them where they would.

No, he could not do that, he remembered belatedly. Lot deflated visibly, ears drooping sadly. He squeezed his arm around Raguel, tracking a pattern on the wall scratched by some claw or knife some time ago. Had that individual been in distress too to leave such a mark upon the wall? Lot shuddered. He may be the next to leave scars in the stone in tribute to inner turmoil until the wear of weather, years and other bodies erased it from existence, as he would be if the citizens of Sodom had their way with him. Strangely, he was no longer afraid of them taking advantage of him in the sexual sense, which had been his original concern, but now feared for his very life and future.

"What do we do now, Lot?" Raguel whispered, his voice obscenely loud in the otherwise silence.

Outside, a bird cried out, something that neither of them could identify. Lot sighed. That was a very good question indeed. And he had no idea how he should or could answer.

"Have faith in the people of Sodom, Raguel," Lot said, stroking the rabbit's head with the gentleness of a lover. "They will set you on the right course."

Raguel trembled.

"And what of you, my friend? What becomes of you?"

His whiskers quivered, the rabbit appearing close to tears. Slowly, Lot shook his head, looking up at the moonlight glancing off the wall. Dawn would soon be upon them, another day and his fate to be decided.

"Justice will be served as they see fit to deliver."