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"Catch you later, Zacky!"

"You know it, Dan!" Isaac called out over his shoulder as he hopped lightly off the porch.

Stretching his arms high above his head, the coyote yawned and started walking toward the driveway.

He was never quite a fan of big parties, but he couldn't help but enjoy this one. The mood inside was warm and jovial, due in part to the few cases of illicit beer being passed around. Usually Isaac tried to avoid parties with alcohol, but even that wouldn't keep him from his class's New Year party. This was their senior year, nearing the end of their last 12 years of schooling. Everybody was reveling in their new freedom, and at the prospect of their new lives. Isaac couldn't help himself from being caught up in the celebration. His one beer of the night having ended up mostly all over his windbreaker, he was still functionally sober even though his appearance and demeanor seemed intoxicated. His short, auburn hair resembled more of a ruffled mane than an actual haircut, and plastered across his sand-colored face was a giant, stupid grin. The warm summer wind brushed against him, and he sighed, unzipping his jacket. A perfect night, he thought to himself. He hated that it had to end, but he knew that he'd had enough partying. Besides, he had snuck out to attend this little shindig, and hell would be to pay if he was caught.

He walked over to his car, a Grey Chevy, and pulled his keys out of his pocket. Stepping up to the driver's side, he was about to unlock the door when he saw, with some confusion, that it was already unlocked. _Huh? Did I really leave it unlocked? h_e thought about this for a moment, but soon lost interest and opened the door. Sliding into his seat, he muttered to himself, "could've sworn I locked it."

He felt his pocket vibrate slightly, and he shifted slightly to pull out his phone. Flipping it open, he saw maybe a dozen new text messages. He smiled when he saw all from the same sender; Lily Randall, the very pretty Red Vixen with whom he had a few casual cups of coffee over the last month. She was slim, curvy, and always caught the eye of every male that passed her by, Isaac included. Her fur was the loveliest shade of burnt red with long, dark curls cascading past her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes, a deep brown, always seemed to invite him in. Not to mention that, even though he felt awkward admitting it, her chest and tail end were positively hypnotic. Altogether, she was the type of startling beauty that everyone wanted, but never approached. For the year that he knew of her, Isaac was positive that she would never give him the time of day. Of course, this made it even more startling when she approached him. She had asked for his help with their Biology homework, knowing that he was the star student for the Science department. He had politely obliged, and an afternoon of studying at a local cafe ended with the promise of future study meets.

However, what Isaac originally intended to be casual attempts at companionship usually ended up seeming more like "dates", much to his meek enjoyment. Whereas the coyote was far too shy to make any sort of move to further their relationship, his Foxy companion seemed more than willing to step up their bond. Sometimes, when they were together, there were things that she would do that made her intentions perfectly clear. She would hold his hand, rub against him if they sat beside each other, and sometimes she would put her hand on his leg, just far enough up his leg to make him embarrassed but not enough for him to ask her to stop. At times he felt so uncomfortable, but he knew he wouldn't ask her to stop if he tried. The contact and feelings she showered on him felt so nice and intimate that it rendered any discomfort he may felt moot. Isaac was sure that he had made it clear, from his inherent shyness and awkwardness, that he certainly wouldn't have the courage to reciprocate this treatment, or express how he felt. He didn't worry, though; Lily seemed perfectly fine with doing all the work herself.

She could make the tiniest move or the gentlest touch and it would send shivers from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail. He always felt funny after these exchanges, as if he was being used somehow, like a musical instrument that she was playing just right. Despite these misgivings, he didn't mind the attention at all. Especially following their last get-together, which ended with her giving him a big hug and a kiss on the side of his muzzle. When she left that night, she called him, "my boyfriend!" Isaac felt like his blush had been airbrushed onto his face for hours afterward.

This was a few days ago, but Isaac couldn't stop thinking about it. He thought of her all the time, and kept trying to imagine the two of them together. He remembered the kiss, how the place where her lips touched him burned with a warm glow. How, when he concentrated, he could still feel it burn.

Opening the first message, he smiled. Then, as he read through the others, his smile faded slightly and he rolled his eyes. Despite his initial feeling of pleased embarrassment, he couldn't help but feel exasperated.

12:40: UR SOOO SWEET!

12:47: I MISS YOU D=

12:55: TALK 2 MEE!

1:02: I NEEEED YOU HEERE!!!

He shut his phone after reading the fourth message. While she meant well, he felt like his significant other was still an eighth-grader. He knew that, if this was any other girl, he'd be rolling his eyes with derision. He felt shallow, but he felt that maybe the two of them were unfit to be friends, certainly not lovers. But he had convinced himself that it's unfair to judge a book by its cover, and he should keep an open mind with Lily. Not to mention, he knew that he'd have to take what you can get.

He had confided in his parents, and to his surprise, he found that his parents supported the idea of the two of them as a couple. However, Isaac knew that they'd probably approve of any choice that resulted with another canine, and only a canine. They even had started bringing up marriage in conversation. He found this appalling, even alarming. He hadn't even entered college yet! In the back of his mind, he was almost sure that they're rather him be dating another male of his species than a female of any other. Of course, he knew that his parents just wanted what everyone wants; grandchildren to help raise in the suburbs. Canine grandchildren. While he found his parents' traditional ideals close-minded, he was glad to have their support in his budding relationship.

Putting his phone back into his pocket and shaking his head slightly, he started the car and the engine came to life with a smooth metal purr. He pulled out of the driveway and began making his way down the bumpy dirt road. As nice as it was to be able to come out to the beautiful countryside to have parties at Daniel's house in lawless anonymity, the drive almost wasn't worth the hassle. He was glad he hadn't been drinking, as this drive would be suicide if remotely buzzed. His little car bumped and rattled at every pockmark in the road's surface. When at last his headlights illuminated the stop sign that signaled the main road, he sighed with relief. Slowing to a stop, he signaled to make the right turn onto the well-paved road.

Just as he was about to put his footpaw on the accelerator, a hand reached out from behind and clamped hard over his muzzle.

"Don't move," a voice snarled in his ear.

Fear exploded through him, and he tried to reach forward for the door but halted with a stifled cry when something cold and sharp was thrust against his neck. He yelped through the fingers and tried to twist away but stopped when he felt the edge of what had to be a knife cut into his skin.

"I said, don't move," the person behind him repeated. The voice was female, but coarse.

Isaac was paralyzed with fear. An already timid soul, he instantly began to hyperventilate. He felt that, even if he could move, he wouldn't be able to at this point.

The hand that held his muzzle jerked to the left, pulling his head with it. "Go left."

His hands shaking, he started turning the wheel but stopped, incredulous. That voice. Is that-?

"Katie?"

"Shut up. Go left."

It was her. Isaac's voice was livid as he twisted his muzzle free and he tried to turn around. "Katie?! What the fuck are you doing?! Cut it out! This isn't fu-ACK!" The knife cut deeper into his shoulder.

"I said, shut the fuck up. Now, do as I say. Turn left. Now."

Isaac's self-preservation would have called for him to shut up, but sheer panic kept his mouth open. "Katia, stop this! Whatever this is, don't! Please, you're hurting me! What do you want?!"

"Last chance."

Isaac was done. "No. Fuck this! This is over! Quit fucking aro-"

Katie immediately shut him up by clamping her hand down on Isaac's muzzle again, this time like a steel vice, and dragging the razor-sharp knife across his chest, leaving a long and deep gash across his upper torso. Isaac let out a muffled scream of pain through her paw, his body thrashing around against the seatbelt. In response, Katie pulled his muzzle to the left and back, pressing the side of his face against his seat and holding him in place. When Katie pulled the knife out of his shoulder, Isaac was trying to stifle his sobs of pain, tears streaming from his eyes. She spoke again, but with such a venomous ferocity that Isaac's overdriven heart almost stopped beating.

"I am not fucking around. You know me better than that. Now you will listen to me and do as I say or this knife goes in your fucking neck, Isaac."

Sniffing and crying softly, Isaac obliged and carefully made the turn, almost blinded by pain.

Every time the road bumped, the knife grazed against his skin, leaving a new cut. The sound of the car engine was undercut with Isaac's tiny hisses and whimpers as pain continued to lance through his shoulder like tiny bolts of electricity. Behind him, Katie's breathing was steady and even, not showing the slightest hint of apprehension or concern. She can do this, he thought angrily. She can be so fucking calm all the time. Even as she's kidnapping me and about to KILL ME!

He must have growled, because next thing he knew, Katie yanked hard on his hair.

"Quiet. We're almost far enough."

30 minutes after he left the party, Isaac now found himself on a country back road far beyond road signs and well off the map. When Katie finally had him stop, he looked around and saw, to his despair, not a light in sight. All he could see were wide fields and tall grasses to the horizon. He was alone. He wouldn't get rescued.

He heard Katie shift and, to his great fortune, she removed the knife from his neck and started opening the door. Adrenaline exploded through his system as he acted on a desperate impulse. Unsnapping his seatbelt, he kicked the door open and with all of his strength, launched himself out of the car.

...and right into Katie's outstretched paw, which caught him in the neck and knocked him backward. His legs flew out from under him and he landed heavily on his rear and elbow. He coughed violently, his paws at his throat, and wheezed in pain. He tried to get back up, but he was met with Katie's fist across his face, her punch hitting him squarely in the left temple and knocking him back down to the ground. Between his renewed sobs of pain and the tears clouding his vision over, Isaac barely registered what happened next as his body was moved around.

When the pain in his face and neck faded away enough so he could see and breathe properly, he blinked away the rest of the wetness in his eyes and looked around. He was lying propped against the side of his car, his head against the side of the driver's seat, and his body leaning slightly against the open door.

His arms were stretched above his head, and he saw, to his horror, that his wrists were bound together with a zip tie to the steering wheel. As he started to panic again, he pulled at his tie, and then yanked harder and harder. He panted desperately as he twisted and tore at his tie, his efforts doing little more than if he had been sneezing on it.

"Try not to hurt yourself too bad, will you? Please?" came a sardonic voice from above.

Isaac gasped and looked up. Then he finally saw her, his best friend of nearly 5 years. Katia Marshall.

The flying fox stood in front of him, her winged arms folded across her chest and her almost canine face looking down at him with a wry smile across her muzzle. From his angle, illuminated in the light from the inside of the car, Katie looked monstrous. Of course, even when he stood, the bat girl stood at least a head-and-a-half taller than he. While she never knew her father, and neither did her mother, she did know that he was a vampire bat, leaving her with half of his species' heritage. She had inherited large, dangerous teeth and claws from him, as well as a lighter-colored mane around her neck that looked almost like a scarf or a fancy shawl worn by a duchess. Of course, her regality ended where her torn leather jacket and her even more torn jeans began, rippling slightly in the night breeze. Under her clothing, Isaac knew that dense, well-toned muscles, tempered by years of hard use. Sticking out from her sleeves were her paws, each armed with claws that would rival eagle talons. So long and sharp they were that Isaac wondered why she chose to use a knife for her dealings tonight when her natural weaponry would be just as potent.

His fear was only matched by confusion. Until now, the two had been as thick as thieves, close as blood. And now, she stood leering down at him with her winged arms crossed. Under the might of her gaze,

Isaac froze, barely able to move. "Dear me, what a situation we are in this time, huh?" she asked, with a wicked little laugh.

As he looked up into her eyes, he thought of all that they had been through together, and wondered how in the hell things went from the closest of friendships to kidnapping and assault.

---

He remembered that he had been afraid of her when they first met, when he had shoved a classmate who had knocked over his books during his last year of middle school and was sentenced to lunch detention. How, when he walked into the room and saw her, the blood drained from his face like it was sucked out with a vacuum. Looking back, he realized that was unfair of him, but he admitted that his fears were somewhat justified. Katia Marshall was famous at the school. She'd been held back twice due to poor attendance and disciplinary violations, which included everything from smoking in the parking lot to starting fights behind the school. As such, she rarely was seen with company; no one could survive her presence for too long. Several times, other students' hospital visits carried her blessing. With all that blood on her hands, not even the teachers dared cross swords with her. She spent more time in disciplinary holding than classes, at least when she chose to attend. So, Isaac tried his best to maintain a calm composure faced by this brooding, foreboding older female.

He tried to at least be polite, and smiled when she looked up at him. Her reply was a look such of utter disdain that his blood ran cold. But still, he had to sit by him. For the first hour of their incarceration they had sat there, Isaac too scared to speak and his partner in no way interested in making conversation.

That is, until she saw the cut on the inside of his arm. Small, thin, but freshly scabbed over.

"Why'd you cut yourself, kid?" She startled him when she spoke, her voice as calm and matter-of-fact as if she had asked for the time. Shocked that she noticed, and even more shocked that she'd ask such a question, he immediately yanked his sleeves to cover the cut so hard that his jacket stretched slightly. He denied vehemently that he'd cut himself and insisted he'd scratched himself.

She'd smiled, exposing her large, pointed fangs. His blood ran even colder at the sight of them, visions flashing in his mind of them sunk deep into his neck, life spurting out in fountains between them. "Liar," she had called him, hissing her words like some kind of monster. She asked again, her voice more insistent, even eager. Why did he cut himself? Isaac was scared, she looked too interested in this, almost hungry. He didn't want to answer, but she kept asking, her smile getting wider and her voice getting more and more insistent. She started to lose patience, and her voice took on a more threatening tone. When she started to rise from her chair, Isaac hurriedly explained himself. It had been on impulse. He'd been stressed by a bad grade on his Geometry exam, and then by an argument he'd had with his father that had devolved into an argument between his parents. He had a small pocketknife in his pocket and, while his parent's backs were turned, he quickly put a nice deep cut where he knew it would hurt.

She urged him to tell her more. He complied, almost relieved to spill his guts to a complete stranger. It scared him how long it took for the cut to fade away; he expected it to be gone in a few days. It also hurt a lot more than he thought it would, the stinging there almost as long as the cut.

She listened quietly, seeming legitimately interested. This didn't help Isaac feel any more comfortable.

"So, why'd you do it?" she asked again.

Isaac replied, annoyed, "I already told you. That Geometry-"

She interrupted him, her voice in a hiss again. "Stop that. Why'd you really do it?"

He remembered his reply, word for word. It took him a long while to push it out. "I hate feeling like everything is my fault. Like I'm worthless."

His head was down, probably trying to look at his shoes, so he didn't see her stand up. He gasped when he felt her paw on his head. He tried to pull away, but froze as he felt her claws comb through his shaggy mane and scratch delicately behind his ear. He melted against her paw in an instant, just as his feral ancestors before him would. She scratched him again, her touch light as a feather as she petted him, almost like a feral canine. He at least had the decency to keep his tongue from lolling out. She chuckled as she continued, and Isaac was started to hear how melodic her voice was, in all of its harshness, their words forever burned into his memory.

"All it takes, huh? Just like that, and you're a little puppy in my paw. You're adorable."

He tried to make a smart remark, but he couldn't put any syllables together.

"I could kill you right now," she remarked matter-of-factly. "I could drive my claws in right...here-" She tickled lightly at the tiny hollow behind his ear, causing him to shiver. "-and then you'd be gone. Just like that. Barely any pain." He almost pulled away at that, but an extra delicious shudder from a claw tracing down the back of his neck kept him in place. As she continued, he noticed, with surprise, that the arm that so wonderfully treated him was carved in scars, thick and ropey. Years of self-abuse. He wondered why she did it. Was it motivated by self-loathing, like him? Or did she enjoy it? Maybe she just loved the pain?

"Are you scared of me?" she asked sweetly.

"Yes," he replied frankly.

She smiled even wider.

"I like you, kid," she had said to him.

"Why?" he asked curiously.

"You're pure."

To this day, remembering that exchange gave him chills.

And so began their relationship, fueled by intimidation and lighthearted bullying. She had stalked him after that, appearing at every hideout of his. She popped up in the library when he ran there for shelter, at the empty lunch table he always fled to when he chose to eat, and even appearing on the sidewalk in front of his house one morning, scaring his parents almost as much as Isaac himself. While at first resenting such company, he gradually opened up to it. Company, however terrifying, was certainly welcome over stark loneliness. She provided him with company and a strong personality to bounce off his meek and reserved. Despite her initial misanthropic behavior toward him, she seemed almost eager to share free time with him. Turns out, they had more in common than self-abuse. The two shared a mutual love of Nine Inch Nails, and he two spent many a lunch period hiding in the empty school auditorium listening to one of Katie's prized possessions, a first-release copy of their favorite album, The Downward Spiral. Isaac lived for that part of the day, chatting about nonsense to the beautifully shoddy sound of early industrial rock. For some reason, Isaac soon found himself to be Katie's sole confidant, taken completely under her wing, literally and metaphorically.

Sometimes it felt odd being with her. The looks of fear that Katie drew to herself now also fell on him.

Isaac wasn't too vexed by this attention; he found it made being a lonely nerd easier. Part of him enjoyed being "scary", even if he knew it wasn't him.

Even with their similar interests, the two could not have been more different. While Isaac lived in a two story house in the suburbs with his upper-middle class family, Katie called home a tiny square in a run-down tenement-like apartment building near the industrial district. Katie's father had been a foreign vampire bat who had had left the picture as soon as he saw the test strip turn pink, leaving her mother alone with a daughter to raise on her own. When Katie was nearly 15, her mother ended up pregnant again, this time with half-vulpine twins. The young Marli and Darius suddenly became the focus of the household, forcing Katia to grow up without her mother to guide her. She never resented her younger siblings, though, and instead dedicated herself to aiding them and their mother, taking occasional side jobs and maintaining the household whenever she was home. When Isaac first met them, the twins were both 8, and he immediately fell in love with the pair. He treated them like they were his own siblings. The two were sweet and kind; the lovely, beautiful kind of children who could smile no matter where they were or how terrible the world around them was. They didn't care that their father had no name, that their mother was poorer than dirt, or that their big sister was on her way to becoming a convict. Now 13, the pups were well on their way to becoming happy, well-adjusted young adults. They made happiness around them, in the way that Isaac dreamed that he could. They became his family, and he became theirs.

Over time, the two began to rub off on each other. Isaac found himself wearing progressively darker clothes and feeling increasingly moodier around the other students. One thing he found interesting was how, when he was surrounded by people nowadays, he no longer felt jealous. Instead of envy for the groups of people all around him, he instead felt disdain. That he was separate from the rest of the world. Not better, but separate. And that while they carried along in their own world, he could just stand back and watch them trip over themselves. This, of course did not go unnoticed by his parents. They, in particular, were vocal about their concerns about Katia Marshall, the bastard daughter of a bloodsucker in a poor neighborhood with an ever-growing rap sheet. Early on, he figured out that he could never bring her home. The one, embarrassing time he had her over for dinner was a circus show of interrogation and overt racism that ended in the two leaving for canned soup at her place.

He wasn't sure what kind of impression he made on Katie, however. She did seem legitimately happy to see him and always seemed to enjoy his company, for reasons the self-conscious coyote could never understand. He knew that Katie was not the type of person to do anything she didn't want to do, especially not under pressure. Or reason. And yet he still tried his hardest to help her out when he felt she needed it. At times when she felt exceptionally depressed or even violent, he always did his best to calm her down and be a ready ear. He kept pushing at her to quit smoking and to lay off booze, neither of which she took to heart. Although, he did notice, with some pride, that her time spent in the principal's office dropped every month of their friendship. He felt like he'd been a positive influence on her. At least, so he thought.

---

Obviously not enough, he thought grimly as he watched Katie drop down onto her knees in front of him. What flared through him more than pain was indignation; Katie didn't look the slightest bit phased. She was giving him her same cocky, nonchalant smile as always, and her voice was upbeat, even cheerful.

"Well, this is better. Now we can talk face-to-face, Zacky."

"Don't call me that!" Isaac yelled angrily. "You bitch!"

"Hey!" Katie snapped back, waving a claw threateningly in front of his face, "Just because I am indeed a bitch does not give you the right to speak to your best friend like that."

"Or what?! You'll punch me aga-URK!" Katie's fist crashing across his jaw line and the accompanying tears answered his question. "Good a plan as any," Katie replied, annoyed.

Straightening back up and shaking his head, reeling from what felt like the dozenth punch that evening,

Isaac winced and continued, "And what kind of crap is this, Best friend bit? If I was your best friend, I wouldn't be tied to my fucking car and I wouldn't be covered in blood and you wouldn't be beating the shit out of me!"

She raised her paw again, and he flinched. But instead of striking him, she laid a single finger on his lips.

"Shhh. I'm not here to just beat you up, but I sure as hell won't stop until you learn to shut the hell up and do as I say."

She let out a sigh before she continued, and Isaac was a little surprised by her voice. It was soft, calm in a way he had not heard from her before. "I don't think you know, Isaac, what you mean to me. You and I, we've always been there for each other. I held your hand whenever you felt like your life wasn't worth living. You held my hand whenever I felt like my life wasn't worth living. You kept me from fucking myself up. I kept you from fucking yourself up. You and I," You she reached forward and put a hand on his face, ignoring how he winced, "we give each other health. There were times when I was so in so much pain I couldn't bring myself to walk. Times when not even my family could do anything to help me. I shudder to think what Marli and Darius went through seeing me in such a mess. But you know what you did? You got me out of it. Every time, just by being you. You stuck by my side even after all the shit your parents gave you about your grades, your hobbies...me," she added, gesturing to herself with a chuckle. Any time other than that, Isaac would have laughed, but at the moment, he was beginning to see validity his parent's warnings.

Shaking her head and continuing, "Well, moral of the story, you've always promised that you'll do anything to make me happy. And you know," she shrugged, her voice sheepish, "this is asking a lot of you, honey. But there is something that I want from you. Here and now."

"What...do you want from me?" Isaac asked, nervous.

She was quiet for a moment, opening her mouth as if trying to put the right words together. She seemed almost vulnerable as she sat there, even a hint of a blush forming across her cheeks. "I-" she began, before quickly reaching forward, grabbing Isaac by the back of his head, and forcing the two together, pressing her lips firmly against his. Isaac's eyes flew open, and he would have moved if it were not for her paw keeping him steady. She pressed harder, tilting her head slightly to try and find the best angle for their muzzles to lock.

Isaac had never been kissed before. He couldn't say that he didn't enjoy it, the kiss was nice. But far more present was shock. This was the friend that, for the last several years, had made it perfectly clear that this would never happen. Ever. Not even the wildest thought. And yet, here they were, with her initiating it. And him bleeding.

Something pushed against his lips, and he unwittingly parted his lips. He started as Katie's tongue slid into his mouth, curling around his, but her paw kept him in place.

Finally, she pulled away, their lips separating with a wet pop. Isaac immediately wiped his lips against his shoulder, but Katie sat there, eyes closed, for s few seconds, before licking her lips and sighing. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it? Let me tell you, I wanted that for a while. And you know, don't take this the wrong way, but you could really use practice. Don't know if you've got a poster of Rammstein you've been spending the night with, but try harder. But don't worry about it, you're not bad at all. And hey, things are going pretty nice so far. And now we can move on with the show."

"There's no need!" Isaac pleaded, anger seeping into his words. "You got my first kiss, alright? You've taken something fairly important to me at this critical part of my life! Happy, Goddamnit?!"

For the first time that night, Katie looked startled. A paw flew to her mouth and she let out a happy little squeal. "Aw! Your first kiss? Me?! I'm touched!" She leaned forward and gave him a quick hug around the shoulders. Isaac had to stifle the urge to flinch or twist away. "That's so sweet," she cooed into his ear, sending shudders down his spine. She chuckled and sighed as she pulled away, before returning to her casual voice. "In all honesty, hun, that's not what I was talking about. Nice bonus, though."

Isaac blinked. "Wait, what?"

She laughed again and looked him in the eyes. She shifted from her squatting position and got down on her hands and knees in front of him. From his position, he had a perfect view down her chest, and he found himself shocked that he'd even think of that then and there. Her smirk turned into a sultry grin, and Isaac felt the temperature in his cheeks rise as Katie crawled, almost ferally closer to him, a different kind of smile on her face. "Yeah, your first kiss was never on the menu. I came for something along those lines though."

A horrible thought popped into Isaac's mind. His face must have changed, because Katie's twisted into an unmistakably sinister smile, and Isaac tried to push himself as far back against the car as he could until Katie's face almost touched his.

Her words now came out barely above a breath. "Tonight, I came for something far...sweeter."

With that last word, she reached forward and placed her paw far up his upper thigh and squeezed.

Isaac gasped sharply, part from the unexpected contact on such a private part of himself, and part from the implication of her words.

"No," he whispered.

"Yep."

"Katie. You aren't serious."

"Told you, Zack. I don't fuck around. That is, except with you." He let out another shocked gasp when she ran her paw across his thigh again. This turned into a high pitched yelp when her paw drifted purposefully directly onto his crotch, squeezing slightly at his privates. Katie let out an uncharacteristic giggle at this.

Sputtering and stammering furiously, Isaac cried, "Wh-what are you talking about?! You don't want to have sex with me!"

"Pretty sure I do."

"How?! When?! You've never been sexually attracted to me! You're my friend! I've always been just your friend! When have you ever been attracted to me?"

"Right now."

"Look, Katie, I'm, flattered. I really am! But I can't do this. I'm sorry. Please, let me go."

"You're acting like you have a say in the matter, dude."

"Katie, no! You can't do this! This-this is-rape! You'd be raping me!"

"So?"

"So, you wouldn't do that! You wouldn't do that to me!"

"Honey, I just kidnapped you. And assaulted you. Several times. You really think I have limits?"

"Please! I'm your friend! I'm your best friend in the world!"

"Kinda proving my point for me here."

"I'll tell th-"

Bad choice. Her paw flew instantly to his muzzle and clamped it shut, her claws cutting into his face.

She looked him in the eyes, her voice ice cold. "Oh, really? You will, huh? You'd go to your parents and tell them that you got raped at an alcohol party. Think they'd buy it?"

Then she burst out laughing. She laughed so hard that she let go of Isaac's face and fell backwards on her rear before choking out a response. "Of course they'd buy it! They'd believe every word you said. Hell, if you said I threatened to garrote you with a rubber chicken, they'd believe you. You're the perfect son, despite all the whiny, self-pitying crap you concoct for yourself. You are-" she beeped him lightly on the nose, "a model son! I-" she gestured at herself and struck a mock pose, " am trash! A delinquent! A rabble-rouser! Who knows, I'm probably a junkie! Or a whore! But one thing' for sure, that I'm-" she brought her hands up to her face and bared her claws and fangs, " a sexual predator! RAWR!"

After laughing at her own joke for a moment, she continued, her voice getting hard again. "And then they wouldn't sleep or eat until I've got a needle in my arm. They accuse me of anything, I'll be found guilty. I'd go away to prison. Come out as a registered sex offender in a few decades, maybe. I get tortured and abused behind bars and come out some hollow shell, unable to ever find proper work or start a life ever again. I reoffend. Cycle continues, and maybe someone else is destroyed. I'm over before I could begin. Meanwhile, my mother dissolves into a puddle of cheap booze, and Marli and Darius get gobbled up by foster care. Maybe they get abused. Maybe they even get _raped_themselves. Their smiling faces and wonderful hearts end up stomped out. They end up even worse than I am. Maybe they graduate high school. Maybe they end up collared before then. Maybe they never make it that far-"

She stopped abruptly, her worlds catching in her throat. A few moments, later, she collected herself and continued. "Or maybe they end up far away, with a family who love them and care for them. They go on, have wonderful lives of their own. But they'll never leave stop carrying around the truth, that their sister was a rapist. And I'll never see them again."

She let out a sigh, and shook her head at him, almost sadly. "I know you, Isaac Root. There as much yours as they are mine. You'd never let them rot."

Isaac felt the tears pouring down his face. She was right. He couldn't do anything to hurt them. She was their only protector.

"Katie-" he tried to protest, but she cut him off again with a jab at his face with a claw. Her voice was annoyed now. "But above all, you don't have the balls to. And don't act fucking indignant. You know damn well I'm right. Don't get me wrong, I always liked that about you. I wanted to be with someone who could take me being me. Who knew when it was time to shut up. I have to say that you're resisting a lot more than I thought you would. Don't get me wrong, it's not too bad. Everyone likes a rebel. But you're still my puppy. And who knows, with some more training, maybe you'll make good prey for me yet."

Isaac's eyes widened and he gasped. She smiled, and continued, gazing lovingly over him like a schoolgirl with her face cradled in her paws. "And you know, you look so adorable terrified. That's why you always liked me, isn't it? Because of the fear. I was new. I was different. I was scary. I gave you something you always wanted. And now, you're returning the favor. Aren't you polite?"

"Look, Katie. If this is what you want. If you want me to f..." the word stuck in his throat. He swallowed and tried again, "for us to...you know...do it, then that's fine. I'll do it. Just...don't do this now. Not here. Not like this. Just let me go, please?" He added an extra whine to his words, hoping to try and dig deep to find some hidden shred of sympathy.

No dice. She shook her head again, sighing exasperatedly. "Look, honey. Please stop trying. Please." She raised a paw and began to extend it to his face. "I know that this ain't what you had in mind abo-"

"You fucking think?!" Isaac screamed at her, jerking forward against his binding. He twisted and tore at his ties with renewed vigor. That is, until Katie pulled her paw back and struck him across the face again. He let out another loud grunt of pain followed by a scared whimper as his eyes filled up.

"You need to shut the fuck up. You need to, unless you just really love my fist in your face. I'm tired of having to do that." A hint of a smile crept across her muzzle. "Almost, anyway. I like seeing you this helpless."

Isaac squirmed in fear again, holding down the urge to yell out or start to cry again.

After a few moments, Katie's small grin became a wide smile, almost maternal in its warmth. "Good, hun. Isn't that better? There's no reason this has to be so horrible for either of us, is there? We can both enjoy this, can't we?"

She chuckled and looked at him, but Isaac turned away, avoiding her gaze. Katie kept trying to look him in the eyes, but Isaac didn't want to look at her.

"C'mon, hun. Look at me. Don't be like this. Just look at me. Please?"

Against his better judgment, Isaac refused, this time twisting slightly away when Katie extended her paw.

"Zack, look at me." She was making another command, but still Isaac did not comply.

She let out an annoyed hiss. "Why don't you just look-" She lunged her paw forward at Isaac's face "-at-" she grabbed a fistful of the startled coyote's hair and one of his large ears, eliciting a pained yip "ME!?" she pulled his face around to look him straight in the eye.

"There. This is better." She let go of him and sighed. "I'm trying to be nice, and you keep being a real dick, Zack. I don't like being a bitch, I really don't. Well, not much, anyway. But if you keep forcing me to hit you, I'll keep on doing it until your beautiful face looks like a Rottweiler's nut sack."

"But why?" he argued weakly, "I mean, why on earth does it have to be this way? Why do you have to hit me? Why do I have to be tied up? Why did you have to fucking cut me open?" his last words came out as an angry hiss.

Katie rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Look, Zacky, you need to just shut up. I know this isn't what you want to happen. I don't care. You think that you can change my mind or talk me out of this, but you can't. Nothing you say or do will stop this. Whether you like it or not, this is going to happen. We're doing it. And it's going to be on my terms. You are going to do and be everything I want."

He closed his eyes and shook his head, not quite registering Katie adding, with a sly tone in her voice, "and I don't know about you, but I like it rough."

Something heavy and soft hit him in the face. Shaking it off into his lap and blinking, he saw it was a shirt. Looking up he saw, with a gulp, that it was her shirt. And that there was nothing underneath. With a mixture of shock and awe, he stared at her exposed breasts. They weren't huge, like the type his classmates were always pining after, but certainly nothing to scoff at. Maybe a C cup? He had often found himself taking quick, thrilling peeks at them, and even remembered a mortifying hardon one time over at her place, when she had spilled a soda on her shirt and changed, giving Isaac a quick peek at her bra. He had hidden his arousal like the plague then for fear that if she noticed his boner, she would tear it off. However, now he could make no move to hide his growing erection, which quickly made itself evident to Katie, who looked pleasantly surprised.

"Wow. You really like what you see, huh? Are men this easy to please, or are you even more pent up than I thought? Either way, this is going to be fun..."

She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, that coy smirk remaining. As she pulled her jeans down, she twisted around and bent over in such a way that her shapely butt swung inches away from Isaac's face. The scent hit him like a freight train. The smell of her arousal was like nothing Isaac had ever experienced, and it ignited something within that he had never felt. He started whimpering harder and harder and started to shake as his feral instincts unearthed themselves from deep within. The lust pulsed within him with every new whiff of her sweet scent so strong that he felt he would explode.

But he forced himself to fight it. He couldn't give in. This isn't right. I can't do this. She can't.

"Katie, come on. Please," he panted as he tried to keep his tongue stashed inside his muzzle.

Katie laughed derisively. "Okay, Zack? Really now? Come on, you look like a train wreck and I'm not even naked yet. If I was in front of you right now, completely helpless, and your hands were free, are you honestly going to tell me you wouldn't take me? You wouldn't take all this nasty stress and years of being so lonely and pent up out on me? All this feral, unbridled lust that's pumping through your little puppy body right now? Or are you that thick?"

Carefully forcing his words out, Isaac muttered defensively, "I...I-I'm not...I-I don't. I wouldn't. Not like that. Not like this."

Katie stopped for a moment and blinked. "Huh. Then you're fucking stupid. Ah well, doesn't matter."

While she had been talking, she had kicked off her jeans and had hooked both thumbs into each strap of what he was mortified to see was a black silk thong.

"What? Think I don't like to feel sexy and slutty every once in a blue moon. I AM still a girl." And, tugging down her garment with one smooth motion, she made that fact inarguably clear to him.

While he had on many an occasion imagined her naked, he never thought he would get to see it in reality. Much less as a hostage.

She suddenly took a step forward and brought her leg up, and Isaac gasped and winced, preparing to get kicked. When nothing came, he opened his eyes and looked up. He let out a shocked gasp at what he saw, not a foot away from his face. When Katie had brought her leg up, it was to lean herself forward, exposing her bare midriff to her bound captive. To Isaac's shock and horror, she had positioned herself just right to give him a complete, up-close view of her flower, lips spread wide by two fingers.

"Like what you see? This is gonna be yours in a bit."

Isaac didn't respond. He didn't even hear her. He was too taken with the powerful sight before him. He tried to stammer out a reply. Nothing came.

"Eat it."

Isaac felt like his brain exploded.

"W-w-whuh-wh-"

She growled impatiently. "Slow on the uptake? Well, how 'bout being more DIRECT?!"

With that last word, she grabbed the back of his head and buried his face in her crotch. "Mmmphh!" Isaac gasped and squirmed at her grasp, but she pushed harder and harder on the back of his head until he was almost suffocating against her, his muzzle pressed against the skin of her sex and sexuality. The smell of her was now truly overpowering, his nose and whiskers meshed with her fur.

"What do you need, a road map?! Fucking eat me, damnit!"

Still shaking violently and the heat in his face almost unbearable, Isaac tentatively opened his muzzle slightly and gave her slit a tiny lick, tasting something sweet. Her reaction startled him; she bucked against his tongue slightly and gasped. A genuine gasp of shock. Or pleasure?

Was it that good?

"Did I say stop?!"

Guess so, holy shit.

Now, spurred on by Katie's paw still pushing him against her and the hope that, if he could satisfy her, she might untie him, he licked again, this time in a long, slow motion along her slit. Katie sighed slightly.

"There you go...don't stop until I tell you."

He felt the pressure on his head decrease, to his relief. He gulped down a few breaths and whimpered before going back down, darting his tongue across her vulva every which way. As he continued, his actions would be rewarded with a tiny growl from above every once in a while. As time went on, Isaac failed to notice Katie's paw no longer held him in place, but instead was cupped around one of her bare breasts.

Curious to see what would happen, he pulled his tongue away for a split moment, long enough for Katie to start to respond, before plunging the full length of it into her and pushing his cold nose against her clit.

She let out a hissing gasp and arced her back, just for a moment.

"Atta boy, puppy."

Using as much of his tongue as he could reach, Isaac lapped feverishly deeper and deeper into her. He admittedly had no idea what he was doing, and was only trying to mirror what he had seen in porn. Up until now, he had no idea why the guys in those videos always seemed to enjoy giving cunnilingus so much, but he was a little ashamed to admit that he was enjoying his activity, enough that his erection had expanded in his sheath and was now pushing painfully against his clothes.

A thought passed through his mind. Is this what it feels like for a girl blowing a guy? Kinda...proud? He pushed the thought out of his mind, repulsed. He was being assaulted.

"Faster."

A command. And her voice was different. Her voice had an edge to it, an urgency. He worked harder, picking up his pace as all but attacked her folds. As her rasping breaths hit a crescendo, Isaac pulled his tongue out and buried his muzzle around her clit, licking and sucking like his life depended on it. For all he knew, it did. His gamble paid off; her gasp turned into a short yell and she shoved his face into her pussy, despite her violent shudders and shaking.

Holy fuck, I got her off?!

She let him go and he slumped back against the car, coughing and wiping his soaked muzzle against his shoulder. Katie was still standing, although her knees were shaking and she held onto the car for support.

"Whew," she breathed with a small laugh. "Not bad, puppy. Not bad at all. That was...a lot better than I thought it'd be."

Isaac was breathing almost as heavily. The psychological implications of what he had just done were still hitting him; he had just stuck his tongue into his best friend's holiest of holies. And he kept trying to ignore waves of arousal that were pulsing through him as he sank deeper and deeper into this perverse night.

"There, I did it." He panted. Please, be happy with this. I'll even do it again if you let me go. Please...

"Yeah, you did," Katie replied cheerfully, ruffling his hair playfully and ignoring him as he twisted away. "You sure did, honey. You're a natural! So, ready to go home?"

Isaac's eyes flew wide open and he sat bolt upright. A flash of hope.

"You are? Well, too bad."

His ears drooped dejectedly. Katie chuckled and shook her head. "What part of 'my rules' did you not get, honey?"

She gently raked her claws through his hair, as she had done hundreds, if not thousands of times before, but this time Isaac didn't melt at her touch. Katie frowned slightly. It never occurred to her that he didn't want this. She shook the thought out of her head. It didn't matter; this was her night, anyway.

The confused, tumultuous feelings were welling up in Isaac to the point where it almost physically hurt, hitting a crescendo as she sat down on his legs, leaning forward to place her paws on his chest. He redoubled his begging.

"Katie, no. Please. If you ever cared for me you'd-"

Katie's eyes widened and anger erupted across her face. She thrust a claw dangerously close to his eyes and waved it threateningly. "Don't you dare, Isaac Root. Don't you ever accuse me of not caring for you. I've carried your ass all these years. And now, it's time for my reward."

With a jolt, she tore his shirt open, baring his ivory-colored chest to the night air. Isaac let out an audible sob, clenching his eyes shut as tears streamed down his face harder than before. Katie did her best to ignore him as she ran her paws up and down his chest, caressing him almost reverently before sliding down to open his pants.

Something snapped and Isaac did something neither of them expected. He lashed out with his leg and kicked hard, his footpaw hitting her squarely in the face and knocking her flat on her back. For a few minutes, neither of them moved. Isaac barely breathed. Finally, when Katie straightened up, the look on her face darkened the sky ever blacker. In the light glowing from the car, he saw that her nose was bleeding.

"Kat-"

A blur of movement and a deafening crash. Her fist was not inches to the left of his face. She drew back and he saw the dent her punch had left in his door.

She snarled and punched it again. Thrice. Four times.

When she finally stopped, the dent in his car was more of a crater, and blood now flowed from her knuckles as well. She was breathing hard, but between the pants, she hissed in a voice teeming with rage. "That was your last warning, you little shit. You so much as fucking squirm for the rest of the night-" She grabbed his throat in a vice grip, "I'll kill you."

She released him and, with no hint of gentleness anymore, tore his jeans open and sheared through his boxers and catching some of the skin underneath. Isaac let out a squawk of pain and shuddered, his sheath and fuzzy balls visible to the night air. Katie's angry expression slipped back to her hungry smile as she dipped down onto her stomach, her legs stretched casually out behind her. She nestled her face next to his manhood, and Isaac felt a warmth accumulating that was part her, and something else entirely.

Looking over his sheath, she chuckled. "This just won't so, now will it?" she said silkily, each breath washing over him and making him twitch. She chuckled and with a near ghostlike softness, caresses his sheath. It felt like a bomb exploded through him and, in spite of himself, closed his eyes and gasped at a feeling that was very familiar, but so unlike any time before that.

She snapped her clawed fingers. "Eyes open, honey. None of that."

Whimpering slightly, Isaac watched as Katie slowly, deliberately stoked him. Each movement sent another warm, electric surge throughout his midriff. He couldn't resist long, and he felt himself slip out into the air, and Katie giggled slightly at the sight of his pointed, canine shaft. After another minute of this treatment, he stood at full mast, his 6 inches out in the night air.

"Wow. Here it is. You know, I could add insult to injury right now, but not bad, puppy. Really."

Isaac almost smiled.

She took him gently in her hand, and Isaac shuddered. "Oh? You like that? Well, how about this?" She opened her mouth and with the full length of her frighteningly long tongue, licked his shaft from base to tip. His gasp turned into a yelp and he jerked involuntarily, accidentally bumping Katie in the head with his knee, who growled and swatted him on his fuzzy balls. Ignoring his whimper of pain, she continued, her tongue lapping and curling delicately around his shaft, to the point where he felt completely encased. She licked delicately and lovingly, her face showing that she was enjoying her activity as much as Isaac enjoyed his beforehand. After another painfully slow minute of this treatment, she took him into her mouth and took a long pull.

He jumped within her, and Katie pulled off of him, a look of disgust over her face as she sputtered and coughed. "Ugh! Why the hell do other girls like this shit? You taste terrible, dude." She spat his taste out of her mouth and smirked back at him.

"Guess we'll just step things up, huh?"

Giving his shaft one last long slurp, she pushed herself up, sliding up his front. Isaac gasped slightly at the feeling. The warmth of her body, the thrill of her breasts pushed up against him. All sorts of feelings welled up inside him. How many times had he wrapped his arms around her, snuggled deep against her bare body, feeling so happy and safe only, to wake up to a pillow? How many times had he wanted to hold her hand as they walked down the hallway, to give her a kiss when they parted at the end of the day? Could he count the nights, the painful, sweat-drenched nights with his paw desperately clenched around himself as he feverishly consummated the relationship he desperately sought?

How many times had the two of them parted, and he felt the words push against the back of his throat, "I love you"? When had he not? He had wanted this for so long, to be with her. To be one with her. To be taken by her body. But now, as it was happening, he balked. All he wanted was to be anywhere else.

"Katie..." he breathed softly as he felt warmth that wasn't his filling his lap as she straddled his lap.

"Shh..." she replied, just as softly. "It's finally happening."

There was an edge to her voice. Nervousness? Fear?

Wonder?

She reached down and took him in her paw, lifting herself up and lining him up with her passage. The heat from her dripping pussy was unbearable, and Isaac found himself panting even harder. "Katie..." he whispered again.

She paused, poised over his ready, aching maleness.

"Zack. Look at me." Her voice sounded so unsure. So nervous. It barely sounded like her voice. Isaac wordlessly obliged, looking up at her. Katie took his face in her free paw and smiled. She leaned forward, gave him a kiss on the forehead, and whispered something impossible.

"I love you."

What?

"Katie, what-"

His words were cut off and all thought left him as Katie threw herself down onto his dick, letting out a yell as she impaled herself, taking his entire length.

For a moment, the two sat there, Katie's rear resting on his legs, both blinking and breathing heavily, looks of surprise and revelation plastered over their faces.

It came to him as a kind of dull epiphany. This was it. He had lost his virginity. He was having sex. With a girl. He felt like an idiot for thinking these thought, especially given the situation. But the part of him that was still a hormonal 18 year old male was pretty pleased with himself.

It's wet. As far as first thoughts go, it was a pretty lame one.

Katie's face looked odd; she was gritting her fangs and her eyes were squeezed shut. She let out a harsh, rasping breath that turned into a chortled laugh.

Then Isaac looked down at the impossible sight of their joined union and saw, with a start, the redness of blood on his lap.

"Was that...your..."

Katie shuddered and forced out a laugh. "Oh, yeah. And let me tell you, it's more fun losing it for you than me. Fuuuuuck..." she shifted on his lap slightly, and dull shafts of pleasure shot up his body. She shook the hair out of her face and, over the pain, smiled down at him. "All this time, I've been saving it for the right moment. And God, how I've wanted it. To lose my virginity. With you. Just so..." she glanced down and, almost experimentally, lifted herself up a few inches and pushed herself back down,

"oh...long..." She finished in a moan, her words mixing with Isaac's small vocalization.

"Oh, wow. I see what the big deal is about now," she breathed, rising up and back down on his length again.

She was so wet, so tight, so burning hot. Isaac couldn't understand the feeling coursing around his dick, beyond the fact that it felt good. So much more than any time he had ever touched himself. He started crying again, it hurt so much, to see his ultimate dream ruined, and then handed to him on a silver plate.

How can she do this to me?

He looked back up at Katie, who appeared to have worked past her pain, and now was ready to get down to business. With a wicked grin, she latched onto his shoulders, her claws piercing his shirt and into his shoulders. And with the fervor of one long denied, she began to ride him. Soon, their sounds and voices were echoing throughout the field and bouncing off the trees. Katie's grunts and snarls mixed with Isaac's yips and yelps, their voices growing more and more frantic as time passed.

Isaac had seen testimonials of rape victims on the news, had heard stories of how people's lives had been ruined, souls had been broken by the event. He always assumed that it was a horrible, painful experience, that nobody but a freak would call it anything but. Up until now, he assumed rape to be exactly what the media said it was, a nightmare. He would have taken that in a heartbeat. It was true, this was degrading, sickening, and indeed painful. But what he hated was that it felt good. It didn't matter that at no point had he consented, that he begged her over and over to stop and that she had ignored him, even taking pleasure herself from his fear and protest. It felt amazing. She was right, now that the line was crossed, his body needed this.

He hated himself.

"Please..."

"Shut up, Isaac!"

He hated himself so incomprehensibly much. But his body wasn't lying, and he had to say it.

"Harder..." he whimpered.

Katie's eyes widened and she faltered a moment before letting out a wild screech and redoubling her speed, the lewd sounds of their genitals slapping together filling their ears.

Isaac got what he wanted, a little too much. She was too rough, her riding becoming boneshattering. Isaac's chest cut had started to scab over, but after an extra-heavy thrust from Katie, it burst open. Isaac screamed again as fresh blood trickled down his chest. Katie looked down and saw what had just happened. Ignoring the pang of regret that jumped through her, she flashed him a sadistic smile and paused in her rhythm to give him a long lick across his wound. "That certainly tastes better," she cackled into his ear before jumping back in, and Isaac's pain was forgotten in the wake of his continued violation. In spite of himself, he let out a moan.

He felt his mind shut down, only comprehending the physical sensations flowing through him. He tried hard to disassociate, putting his mind anywhere but where he laid now. To his disgust, even as he tried to put himself anywhere else, anywhere happy, he still found himself with Katie. In the lunch room, watching the other students mill around. At her house, playing with twins. In the auditorium, just spending time with his best friend.

He snapped back to reality when he felt an all-too familiar tension building up in his groin. "Katie, wait! I-I'm gonna-"

But she had seen this coming, feeling his knot begin to swell underneath her, and with a sudden heavy exertion and a small scream, she forced herself all the way down, taking his engorged knot within her at just the right moment. In a moment that stuck like a bolt of lightning, the two came, Isaac from the feeling of Katie's walls clamping down on his knot and Katie from the feeling of her pussy stretched around his dick. Never had he came like this, so hard that he felt almost that a piece of his lifespan was shooting out of him, pumping into Katie's tied depths. Katie was no less enraptured, her head thrown back in a wordless yell as she rode out her own climax.

Neither of them knew how long it lasted. Neither cared. The pleasure was incomprehensible. Release. Two virgins fully sated for the first time, their ancient, biological imperative achieved. Katie's face twisted into a wicked, sadistic gleam. This was her victory. She sat atop him, her prize and her dominion. Her battle for Isaac was won.

And below her, Isaac laid there, in a stunned reverie, the electric current of his orgasm still vibrating through him. No thought, no stirring, no emotion passed through him. He was only sense and thought. He processed nothing, Katia Marshall his universe. He might have laid that was for hours, were it not for a dull realization that sparked somewhere in the back of his overloaded mind, which then welled up and tore him roughly from his trance. He had come inside her. Was she in heat? Was she going to get pregnant?! Am I going to be a father?! My life's over!

He started whimpering weakly. "Katie? Are...y-you? And...am-am I...did we..?"

Katie blinked and shook herself out of her daze before chuckling weakly and beeping him on the nose reassuringly. "Don't worry, hun. I'm not in heat. And on the pill. You think I'd let myself get pregnant by you? Don't get me wrong, I'd love to carry your pup-calm down," she paused, stroking Isaac's face as he started whimpering in fear again. "Calm down. Seriously, calm the hell down. I'm not going to ruin our lives...not that way at least. But to tell you the truth, you're good stock. And you'd be a good father one day-but not today! Fuck! Calm down, you twerp!"

Isaac's hyperventilating breaths slowed to a stop. Shaking her head in annoyance, Katie moved to adjust herself, but couldn't lift herself up. She looked down and blinked, surprised, at their laps. "Oh, crap. I forgot. But hey, it's not too bad. Now we're literally joined at the hip!" She laughed, but it died in her throat as she looked down at Isaac, who hadn't moved since he calmed down.

"Zack. Zack, say something."

No response. He wasn't moving. Katie listened in, but she could barely hear him breathe.

She shook him gently, genuine worry in her voice. "Are you...all right, hun?"

"I don't know," came his small, sad voice.

Katie let out a small sigh of relief, but discomfort stirred in her chest. This wasn't going quite how she had expected. After a minute of looking around, Katie reached carefully over and picked something up off the ground. She turned around to face Isaac, and he saw that it was her knife. She leaned over him and, carefully, sawed through the zip tie holding his hands to the wheel. After the restraint popped open Isaac's limp arms fell to his chest, and he tried to curl up against himself as best he could with Katie still pinning him down. He put up no resistance as Katie unwrapped his arms from around his chest and wrapped them over her shoulders. Carefully adjusting herself forward, she laid herself against him, their arms wrapped around each other in a perverse excuse for an embrace. Katie closed her eyes and sighed, enjoying the feeling of Isaac's face against hers.

"Isaac Root, I love you. I love you so much," she whispered.

Isaac's breath caught in his throat, and Katie nuzzled into his neck. "I never thought I was the type of girl to fall for anyone. Much less some cute little piece of meat and fuzz. When I first saw you, I was sure you were trash like the rest of them. You were scared of me, but you were interested in me, in spite of it." She squeezed him a little tighter. "I knew you'd understand me, or at least fucking try. I knew that if you gave me a chance, and if I opened myself up and let you, that you'd love me even though I'm a terrible person. Even though I hurt people. Even though I hurt myself. Even though...it makes me feel happy to hurt people."

She sniffed softly before she continued, "Ever since I got to know you, I've wanted you. I wanted you here, like you are now. In my arms, with me. You don't know how long I've dreamed of this. How long

I've wanted you. All those sleepless nights. Fantasizing. Planning."

She shifted slightly, and let out a soft moan as Isaac's still-hard member, still buried within her, rubbed against her walls. "Ooh...all the while just abusing my cunt at the thought of you. In my arms. In me.

Months of sweet, sticky nights all because of you, Zacky. "Every day I saw you, I wanted to tell you. To kiss you. Say 'fuck it' and jump your bones. But I needed to wait for it, wait for you to love me."

In spite of how mortifying this revelation was, Isaac felt somewhat pleased.

She laughed. "Remember the last day of school? When we were skipping lunch in the theatre? When you were wearing that cute little hoodie? I almost did it. I think I was going to. Nobody would have seen. You just looked so..." Katie reached her hands down and gave Isaac's rump a little squeeze, making him shudder, "delicious..."

She sighed, but when she spoke again, her voice was hard. "Then you had to ruin it."

"Huh...w-what?" he slowly asked, puzzled.

"Oh, don't give me that. You know who I'm talking about. You told me about your little whore. Lily." Her voice was a snarl, full of absolute hate. "You told me about your cute little date and your cute little kiss. You know, I thought that she was your first kiss. I felt sick. Literally sick." She shook her head, as if trying to shake the thoughts way. "After you left for class, I had this thought. Of you...and her..." she paused for a moment, and Isaac could have sworn she really did look ill. "I puked. No joke, I fucking puked. Right there and then. Probably ruined the janitor's day."

Isaac mumbled a protest. "We never...she's not..."

"Grow up, Zack," she snorted derisively. "I know that you're head over heels for that pair of tits, but she's not some sweet little pixie who wants to play with you like one of her dolls. She's as terrible a bitch as I am. Worse, probably."

She sighed, and squirmed, trying to readjust herself back to a sitting position as she continued. "I was in detention two weeks ago and I slipped out to the locker room for a smoke. I was halfway through it when your little Lily and the other the bulimia ballerinas came barging in, twit-twit twitter. Seriously, not even the parakeet in my computer class is that loud. I listened in, wasn't that hard. Your little sweethearts' a bad, bad girl. And trust me, honey," she flashed a sarcastic grin ,"not in the way you'd want. she's been grounded for a month after her parents walked in one night...and found her stuffed balls-deep full of her 24-year old boyfriend."

Isaac's eyes widened and he started to protest. "That's...what?"

That's impossible. It has to be.

"Yeah, some loser she met at a concert. Equine, from what I heard. Gotta be hot dog down a hallway, by the way. She told her friends that in order to make her parents happy, she pretended to break up with him. Then she bragged about how she was warming up some new guy to keep her parents off her back. Some desperate choir boy to show off while she kept on fucking her stud."

She paused, laying a hand on his cheek, but he shook it off. Katie rolled her eyes and continued. "I knew she was an awful bitch, but it wasn't any of my business. I just finished it off and left, thinking about how pretty she'd be with a face full of herpes, and the poor sonofabitch she was leeching off of. But I never would have believed she would have gone for you!" There was pain in her voice now , even sorrow. " You're off-limits! You're too good! Too pure! She was willing to just use you!" Her voice cracked with emotion, and she shook her head, now growling. "I wanted to kill her. If she had popped your cherry, I would have. I really think I would have killed her. She'd break like a toothpick."

Isaac was horrified, "Katie's, what the hell's wrong with you?!"

"She shouldn't have dared!" she snapped. "Not to you. You deserve better."

"And this is better?" Isaac hissed.

Katie furiously grabbed what was left of his collar, pulled him up to her twisted, fanatical face, and from the bottom of her lungs roared, "Don't you get it?! YOU ARE MINE! We're meant to be! No one else gets you!"

Katie trembled in fury, still holding Isaac who had turned pale once more. "You're my friend! You're my lover! After all the time we've spent together, after all we've gone through together! We're meant to be, and she was going to ruin it! She tried to take you away from me! She was going to use you up and spit you out! Your first girlfriend! Your first time!"

She shook him emphatically, her angry expression twisting into a feverish, almost pleading grin. "But I got here first. Now neither of us can leave each other. We've got knives to each other's throats. After what I just did, you can have me locked up! But if you do that, you ruin my family. And you're not wired to do that, even to get back at me. But we won't have to worry about that, I know you'll never leave me."

Her smile softened, losing some of the fury but none of the mania. "And now, you're mine. I'll always be there, even if you try to get away, try to leave me. Now, every time you ever kiss a girl, hold her in your arms and fuck her, you'll only see me. You'll always see me. Feel me around this big, hot dick of yours," she added as she smirked and rocked back and forth on his lap, some dull waves of pleasure still flowing even though she was still tied in place by his knot.

"That's how it is, puppy, so what do you have to say?"

For a few minutes, Isaac was silent, even under Katie's expectant gaze, her eyes demanding an answer.

Finally, it came. "Katie...I...I l-love you, too."

Katie let out a ragged breath, and she threw her arms around him again. Her cheek was against his, and he could swear he felt wetness on her face. From a tear?

"But...y-you-you...hurt me."

Katie stopped squeezing and slowly sat back up on him. Her face looked off, almost confused. His voice was quiet, barely a whisper. "I always wanted to be like you. Strong, powerful, brave. And beautiful. You're...so beautiful," and Isaac weakly lifted his paw and caress her cheek. He felt Katie shudder at his touch.

"But...look at us. Look at this." He weakly opened his arms, and in the light he was illuminated. The many bruises across his face, the nicks and cuts across his neck, the red cuts and welts on his wrists from his ties. But what Katie's eyes lingered on the long, ropey cut across his chest, carved out of his flesh.

"You hurt me, Katie. I've been your friend for so long...I love you...and you hurt me...so much..."

He took in a shuddering, painful breath before starting again. "Is this what you want? Is this...what you want us to be? Me tied to you by blackmail and threats? Using the twins to handcuff me to you?" Katie growled at this, but Isaac looked her in the eyes and continued without a missed beat, his voice clear and strong.

"You're right, you've got me. There's no turning back now. But please, tell me, Katie, is this what you want? Is this what you need to be happy?"

Katie didn't respond. For the first time that night, perhaps in their entire relationship, she looked stumped. Confused. Even scared. She had lost control. She tried to speak, but couldn't. And for a while, time did not move. The two sat there, eye to eye. One trying to figure out what to do, the other one still waiting for a response.

It was Katie who abandoned ship first. Breaking his gaze and gingerly shifting to her knees, Katie quickly tugged herself up and off of him, his still slightly inflated knot popping out of her folds along with a deluge of their combined juices spilling over his lap. "Oooh!" yipped Katie lightly, and she tried to smile down at him. But when she looked at his disheveled, unblinking face, her smile fell and shattered on the ground.

"Zack..." she whispered, and Isaac closed her eyes and turned away from her. She opened her mouth to speak again, but after a few strangled seconds, she closed her mouth and let out a growl. Isaac still didn't move, his gaze still fixed on her.

Katie redressed wordlessly, slipping her black panties back on and shivering uncomfortably at Isaac's gift to her still trickling out before pulling her jeans and jacket back on. Isaac did not move as Katie reached over him, pulling the key out of the ignition. Stepping over to the back of the car, she unlocked the trunk and pulled out her bicycle. After fumbling with words, she forced out a small "see you Monday," before mounting her bike and kicking off. With a whirr, she vanished down the road into the night.

It felt like an hour before Isaac finally stirred, trying to push himself upright. Struggling weakly, he managed to push himself upright and stood for a few shaky seconds before his knees buckled. Flopping forwards into the seat, Isaac grunted and twisted himself around, pulling his legs in with him. With a rattling sigh, he closed the door. He reached for the keys in the passenger seat, and with shaking hands tried to start the ignition. He started whimpering and whining when he couldn't get the key in, and his hands shook so hard that the keys fell to the floor. He tried to reach down to the keys, but when he hit his head on the steering wheel, he started to cry. Soon he began to sob uncontrollably, his body slumping against the steering wheel and convulsing.

After crying long enough to feel physically ill, Isaac laid there, limp and gasping, trying to make sense of his situation.

What would await him tomorrow? When he saw his parents next? When he went to school? When he next saw Katie's sneering face?

How can I face her?

Her found himself feeling tired. This entire nightmare couldn't have lasted longer than 2 hours, but it felt like it had lasted a lifetime. All he wanted was to sleep. Maybe this would all make sense when he woke up? He slumped against the window, and everything began to fade away.

One final thought crossed his mind.

What happens now?

With a final sigh, Isaac closed his eyes and let blackness drown him.