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Hello everybody!! I'm back and though I have been gone for QUITE a long time, I am back. Havoc occurred and all went to shit... figuratively of course. Any who, here is installment number three of The Path I Walk On. Enjoy ;p

"Fen, please wake up... *sob* please *sob* wake up!"

The darkness that enveloped me was dense and quiet. Nothing seemed to get through. My body felt heavy and nothing I did would disperse it. Why, why did things have to go this way?! Why couldn't we just stay together and be happy?! Why, why?!

"F... Fe..." a voice seemed to be calling me.

"WAKE UP, PLEASE!! DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"

I... know that voice... Where is it coming from?

The darkness swirls around me, forming into a never ending plain of shadows. I awaken on the ground, or at least what I assume is the floor. Before stands me a shadowy figure, clad in darkness.

"He had it coming, if nothing more you went easy on him..." the shadowed figure spoke.

"What are you... talking about?" suddenly the shadowy figure approaches me, "What do you want from me?!"

"You did what you had to boy, but you were soft! He should have died for his disrespect! You should have taken his life!"

"What are you?" I couldn't believe my eyes...

"You haven't committed any crime; you only did what was right, what was just! You are not in the wrong..." the shadow crept closer to me and as it did, it grew taller... broader... like the closer it got, the more chances it would swallow me whole.

"Are... are you t-talking about Trace?" I couldn't stop shaking. My body started going numb... it felt like the air around me became ice.

"Yes, Trace; the one who hurt you, the one who hurt Jamie-" I snapped back into my normal mind set. Tears pool in the corners of my eyes. Jamie, is he ok? Did he get hurt?

"Jamie?! Where is he? Is he ok?!"

"Why should you care?" the shadow walked towards me and placed its hands on my shoulders. Its grip tightening every second he stayed close to me, "All that matters is that you are ok... nobody else matters."

"SHUT UP! I want to see Jamie! I need to tell him-"

"I'm sorry!!" I sprang up to awake in a dimly lit room.

"F-Fen?!" I looked over towards the voice and saw a teary eyed, incredibly thin Jamie sitting next to me. "You're a-awa-"

He leapt on me and hugged me tight. His cries echoed throughout the room like we were in a canyon of sorts. A woman in white rushed into the room, "What is going on Jamie?! Oh, you-you're awake? DOCTOR! He's awake!"

I guess I'm in a hospital... that explains the smell... Within a moment, the doctor rushed into the room.

"Young man, the patient has just woken up, and you're already all over him?!" he said in an angry growl. The doctor was a stallion... literally. His shoulders were very broad and his muzzle was bigger than my head... kind of goes to show how small I am. He had black and brown patches in his coat. His eyes were bright blue and his body was built.

"Doctor, it's alright," I said hugging Jamie as he cried, trying my best to choke back the tears "By the way, where am I? What happened?"

The doctor just looked at me, his eyes trailing over me and towards Jamie as he cried. After what seemed like forever he said, "Perhaps we should continue this conversation after the boy's father gets here..." he was looking right at Jamie.

"Ok, let's do that... if you don't mind... can I talk to Jamie alone?" he starred at me coldly and sighed "Very well young man, I'll come and check on you in a bit."

"Thank you, sir." I smiled at him and he smiled back. He and the nurse walked out the door.

Jamie was still crying into my chest... and I was getting soaked. I sat him up; he couldn't stifle his tears. I smiled and kissed him deeply. His eyes shot open and his tears slowed.

"Hey." I smiled and looked in his eyes. I could tell he has lost weight. His eyes are red, definitely from crying the way he has. He sniffled a bit before he looked at me... and the tears came back again. He shot to my chest and clung to me crying, this time even harder than before... was it the kiss, or something I said?

He clung to me for a good ten minutes or so crying; I held him tight and stroked his fur. Eventually he stopped crying enough to talk.

"Fen, I-I was s-so worried a-bout you... I thought I w-was going to l-lose you..." he clung to me and sobbed a little bit before the tears stopped. I just looked down at him and the only thing I thought of was how cold it was in the room.

"Jamie, what time is it?" There wasn't a clock in the room, or I wouldn't have asked...

"Um, I-I think it's about 8 o'clock or so. Why, what's wrong?" He looked up at me with questioning eyes.

As if to answer his question my stomach growled... loudly mind you.

I blushed deeply and Jamie just looked at me.

Silence...

We stared at each other before I broke the silence.

"I guess I'm hungry." I was still blushing, I could feel it. Jamie seemed to sink into me again. I could sense he was about to cry again...

"Well, it makes sense that you'd be hungry... you were asleep for almost three months..." he said before stuttering into a quiet sob.

"Th-three months?! I've been unconscious for three months?!" the door opened and Al walked in quickly.

"Yes Fen, you have been unconscious for roughly three months. Do you remember what happened? How do you feel?" he came to the bed side and without any hesitation grabbed me and Jamie and hugged us closely. He was cold, very cold.

"Al, I'm alright, hungry, but ok. Hey, where's Ty?!" I got worried. I would expect him to be here.

"Ty is at the neighbor's house, he gets scared when entering the hospital for some reason. He said it has a strange feel to it. Anyway, He's ok, but worried about his big brother. Every night, he sleeps in Jamie's room and cries himself to sleep... well they both do that, but that's aside the point." He looked at Jamie who just sat there and sulked, still attached to me.

"I'm glad he's alright... though, Jamie I'm worried about you. You look terrible. What have you done all this time?" I patted his head and hugged him.

"I, well..." he stuttered and got quiet.

"I'll answer that question Fen," Al spoke up, "he sat right there and cried. And when we went home, he went to bed and cried..." He looked at Jamie with a depressed look on his face.

"Jamie! That's not healthy you know..." I looked him in the eyes and he looked like he might cry again. "Well, I don't blame you. I would do the same thing in your situation." He seemed to smirk slightly.

"Jamie, can you tell me what happened. There is a point where I can't remember anything... After you were knocked unconscious... it gets blurry." I looked away but felt him tense up in my arms.

"Alright, but I only know the bits from after I woke up... everything else is from the others who saw it." He started to shake slightly but I could tell he was trying not to. "Apparently, after I was knocked out you got really still and quiet. You looked at the ground for a bit, before shaking ferociously. I was told that that was the time I started to regain consciousness. A girl told me that you started to cry, and kept saying my name out loud... She said that after a couple time he looked up and your eyes... they... were blank. No color, no nothing. She said that was when you made your first charge. I woke up right before you hit Joe."

I could feel him start to shake more than before. He was obviously coming to a part that scared him a lot...

"You had tears running down your face... and you kept muttering my name, quietly at first, and then almost screaming it. You lunged at Joe first, I guess because he had been the first to throw me aside, or possibly he was just the closest to you at the time... I'm not sure. When you lunged he threw a punch and you moved just enough to avoid the hit, while still approaching him. You threw a single punch, and he flew back quite a bit... he hit the lockers and coughed up blood. After that, Fai came running to attack you, but when he threw his punch you caught it with your left hand, and jabbed his elbow... it was hard enough to break his arm, and bend it the opposite way."

I could feel the shaking getting worse while he told the story... and to be honest, I started to shake too...

"After you broke his arm, you kicked his feet from under him and grabbed his neck. You choked him until he passed out... and you threw him aside like a rag doll. Trace was scared... he backed away but you crept closer... slowly, like a predator sneaking up on his prey... I couldn't do anything to stop you. Worse, I couldn't prevent what you did next..."

My eyes started to water and I could feel his tears dripping on my arms and chest.

"Trace lunged at you and threw the first punch, which landed and you were knocked back a bit, before rebounding. You grabbed his arm, but he punched you in the stomach, causing you to double over. He kneed you in the face and you fell down. This is where things got out of hand really quick. You leapt up onto all fours, and lunged at him. He threw another punch, but in mid air you somehow dodged it and landed on his chest, knocking him onto the ground. You grabbed both his arms and crossed them across his chest, while twisting hard; you... sunk your teeth into his throat. You were going to kill him!"

"He just screamed and screamed. Then, all of a sudden, there was a loud cracking sound and a pop, and his screams stopped... He was still screaming, but nothing came out... The doctors later told my dad that the force of the bite was so intense; it crushed his vocal cords... he'll never talk again. I remember seeing blood rushing out of your mouth while you were clenched to his throat... Eventually he passed out and you released him... You stood up, and I rushed to your side... You-"

I quickly grabbed him and looked him in the eyes, crying hysterically.

"No, don't tell me I-"

"You swiped me aside and I fell to the ground behind me. You turned to face Trace and started walking towards him; I tried so hard to scream... but nothing came out... you got closer and I kept trying and trying... You grabbed Trace by the throat and lifted him up... and you ground your teeth, before lunging to bite him again... I screamed your name as loud and as hard as I could... You stopped and let go. Trace fell to the ground limp, and you just stood there swaying..."

"I heard you yell my name Jamie... and I woke to find Trace lying in his own blood, along with Joe and Fai... I passed out shortly after..." I couldn't control my body; I was shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't believe that I actually attacked Jamie!

"Jamie, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-"

He kissed me deeply and I just sank into his arms... Every fiber of my being began to burn. My muscles felt like they were ripping apart. I broke the kiss, and screamed in pain. Jamie looked scared and yelled for help. A nurse rushed in with a needle and quickly grabbed my arm, injecting me with a clear liquid. It only took a second for me to start to feel groggy; I passed out in Jamie's arms.

I woke up later that day, but my body still felt like I was hit by a truck. Jamie was still in the bed next to me, but he was sleeping. His fur was still matted and ratty, his ears pressed to his head, he must have cried himself to sleep... Poor Jamie, I've put him through hell.

It was several hours before he woke up to find himself tightly in my arms. He looked up and smiled at me.

"Morning Jamie." I smiled back at him. "Hey." He said.

"Fen, how are you doing my boy?" a voice came from the other side of the room. Al stood up and walked to the bed. "F-Fen?!" another voice followed his, choked up and horse sounding.

"Ty?!" he ran and leapt full force onto the bed and grasped me tightly sobbing hysterically. His eyes were bloodshot and his heart was racing.

"Big brother, wh-why did y-you leave me?!" he looked up into my eyes and continued his sobbing. "Why did you-"

I lifted him up and hugged him tight. He went limp and cried into my chest. I couldn't imagine how sad he must have been. He's never known mom and dad, and I'm his only relative... I started to feel my eyes water, but I held firm and kept composure.

"Hey now, Ty; calm down. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to stay, so don't worry. It's all right." I held him tight and stroked his fur. He just cried and sobbed till he passed out in my arms. "Al, I'm glad you brought him. He seems to have been really scared. Thank you." I smiled at Al and he smiled back.

"Fen, I'm glad you're awake now. I have a lot to say to you concerning the incident... You have been expelled from your school, but I will be home schooling you for now till I can lobby to get them to take you back. I also have to tell you that we will be moving once you make a full recovery. Aside from that there are details you don't need to know yet." I saw in his eyes that he was sad, but he held his composure. I wanted to apologize, when the doctor walked in again...

"Well, since you are awake I can run a full examination. Please, everyone out." He examined me for what felt like forever, but it didn't take too long. Once he was through he said, "To what extent do you know what happened?"

I looked at him questioningly before I answered.

"Well, I know everything up to the point of coming here and waking up three months later. Is there more I need to know?" He stood up and paced the room for a minute. He looked back at me before adjusting his glasses.

"You are aware that several years ago you were diagnosed with PTSD, right?"

"Yes, I remember the doctor saying something like that to Al, why?" I felt my heart start to race.

"In some cases, where PTSD has been diagnosed in patients and not been treated properly, it tends to build up when stress levels do. In canines such as yourself, there is an offset disorder that, although rare, is not completely uncommon. Though it has no medical term to describe it, for lack of identification, we will call it Feral Syndrome. The best way to describe it would be to say it is like running on instincts only. No mental blocks are put in place, and pre constructed notions of friendship, love, and family no longer applies. Anyone and everyone is a veritable target. Now, there is a good point to this conversation..." He looked at me quietly and sighed.

"What sir, what is so good about what happened?" I looked at him, scowling and on the verge of tears once again...

"The good news is that this kind of thing in nearly all cases only happens once; think of it like a balloon popping when it's filled with too much air. Stress accumulates and is stored if not treated in some way or another. After you reached a breaking point, you released all your stress in an isolated incident; given the incident itself wasn't the best place or way to relieve the stress but what is done is done." He patted me on the head and smiled in a clod kind of sad way. I could see he was relieved that I came out pretty much unharmed.

"Oh, by the way, what happened last night? My body suddenly felt like it was on fire and the pain was unbearable... can you explain that to me, please?" he sat down on the bed, and got quiet for a moment.

"When you were brought in, we did an examination of your body. We found that nearly sixty percent of your muscles had been torn, sprained or ripped apart. Your ordeal was so strenuous that it damaged you body extensively, not to mention the fight left you with a broken leg, and a sprained arm."

"Huh, I don't feel like my leg is broken, and my arms feel fine..."

"Well, that's to be expected, when your pumped full of meds most the day. Besides, if you try and walk now without a crutch or any assistance you would find it impossible. Your leg has healed a bit, but not nearly enough for you to be mobile yet." He smirked and stood before moving to the door, "You can come back in now boys..." He opened the door and both Jamie and Ty plummeted to the floor. They landed on top of each other with a thud and a groan.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "You know, this is why they have chairs outside the rooms." I laughed and they both glared at me.

A month passed by before I was released from the hospital. The nurses and the doctors were so nice to me the entire time I was there. It was weird to be leaving, but I was glad to go. Just as Al had said we were, we had moved into a new house later that week. I've been stuck with a crutch fever since I left the hospital, and my mobility is hampered. I felt bad not being able to help us settle into our new house, but everyone said it was fine.

Ever since I came home Ty has slept with Jamie and me, and has been clinging to me like never before. I don't mind though, because I do love him. Jamie has been rather bubbly too; he's been helping me do pretty much everything... though honestly, I only need help climbing the stairs.

Al was in the kitchen cooking pancakes, I could smell it. Ty came running into my room excited and flustered. He jumped onto my bed and started bouncing around gleefully.

"Pancakes! Pancakes big brother, come on!" He grabbed my hand and almost dragged me out of bed. I chuckled and he looked confused.

"I love you Ty." I hugged him close and he looked happy.

"Ty, let him wake up before you try dragging him downstairs, ok? Go down and get your pancakes before dad eats them all." Jamie walked into the room laughing.

"Un-uh! He won't eat them all, will he?!" He looked worried, but a bit excited too.

"Better hurry little brother, you never know." I laughed and patted his head. He smiled and ran down the stairs. The last thing I heard was him running into the kitchen and him yelling, "No Al, there my pancakes! Don't eat them all!"

Jamie and I looked at each other for a moment and busted out laughing.

"You knew he was going to take that seriously, didn't you?" I looked at Jamie smiling.

"Heh heh... Yeah, he does love his pancakes. I never figured out why though." We laughed some more and Jamie sat on the bed next to me. "You know, we were all worried about you when you were hospitalized. I was hit pretty hard about it, but Ty... Ty was devastated. He couldn't visit you in the hospital because of his fear, but when he heard you had woken up... He forced himself to go and see you. He really does love you, you know. We all love you... I love you." He sank into me and closed his eyes. I could feel his heart beat quicken.

"Jamie, that goes without saying. You sat in the hospital every day, all day next to me for three months. Not to mention, when you did go home, you cried yourself to sleep because I wasn't there with you. If that doesn't show that you love me, nothing will. Jamie, I love you more than you know. More than words can describe." He looked up and I could tell he was on the verge of tears. I smiled and grabbed his head lightly and drew him into a kiss.

It lasted only a second before he broke it.

"Fen, you're still hurt, we can't do this now... what if the pain comes back?" He looked concerned, but also I could tell he really wanted this.

"Jamie, shut up." I kissed him even deeper, stroking his back and sliding my hands underneath his shirt, lifting it up over his head gently. We had to break the kiss just long enough to get the shirt passed his head. All his objections dissipated into lust the moment my hand found its way into his boxers. I started to squeeze his sheath in my palm, slowly stroking to bring out his canine cock. Inch by lovely inch I felt it free itself from its musky prison.

I couldn't take it anymore; I undid his pants and smiled. "Lose ﾃ｢竄ｬﾋ彳m." Jamie complied without having to be told again.

Pants and boxers drop to the ground with a thud, causing my own sheath to stir, but that's not what we want just yet...

"Jamie, I'd like to try something, will you indulge me?" His smile turned into a look of full blown ecstasy. He crawled over to me and licked my cheek, "Yes my love?"

I almost lost concentration when he licked me, but I held my composure.

"Will you... um, dock... me?" I couldn't help but sound a bit shy. Under the fur, I was blushing... All the confidence and control left me and I succumbed to my bottom ways.

Without saying anything he lined himself up with my sheath, bulging red cock pointed to my slit. He kissed me deeply, tongues intertwined, lapping at each other vigorously. He slowly lurched forward and pushed his prick into my slit. The familiar full feeling of being penetrated came upon me (though this time it was my sheath expanding and not my pucker). I moaned in unison with Jamie as he slowly pushed in further into me. Our cocks rubbed together and I fought with all my might not to get hard. To no avail though, I felt myself stiffening, and begin to tighten my already full sheath. Jamie moaned louder than before and started bucking into me. I moaned in both pleasure and pain, as I was stretched farther than usual.

Jamie began to thrust lightly, rubbing our lengths against each other gently at first. He began to pick up his pace and the rubbing got more intense. Pre was leaking from my sheath and down our bodies. My breath quickened and I began to buck into Jamie's thrusts. Our pace quickened and my cock began to slip free over top Jamie's, the red tip peeking free from the cramped space.

With every thrust I slipped even further from my stretching confines. Slowly in a euphoric, lust driven embrace, I thrust harder and faster against Jamie's throbbing length. Suddenly, my forming knot grinds against Jamie's engorged cock, causing a moan from both of us. Driven in our lust to cum, our pace quickens and a thrust pushes past Jamie's notice and slips into his own sheath. We sink into each other's sheaths, pre oozing from each hole, dripping onto the bed below.

Every thrust, every vein rubbing along the length of our cocks drove us close to climax.

"Fen, I-I'm close!" He sped up his pace to a nearly pounding rate, I followed suit.

"Jamie, I-I'm gonna-!" I couldn't hold out any longer, I thrust as hard as I could, grinding into his sheath. My body convulsed and I came harder than ever before. Shot after shot, cum fires into Jamie's sheath. Five shots, six shots launch into his sheath; eight, nine shots slam into his knot. Cum begins oozing from the interior, dripping onto our legs. I hug him close and moan still cumming.

"Jamie! I-" He continued to pound into my sheath, his cock sliding vigorously across my already spent cock. Jamie with one final thrust and a loud moan, he fires rope after rope of hot sticky otter/fox cum deep into my sheath. He bites down on my shoulder lightly and I moan out loud, the pleasure too much to handle. I fire a second load of cum, each rope dribbling out the sides of his sheath. He holds me close, eight or nine shots of wolfy cum later, I'm beyond spent.

I sink into his arms, and hug him close. He kisses me deeply, once again our tongues batting back and forth. The kiss lasts forever before he breaks it.

"Fen, that... that was amazing." In between pants and groans he manages to speak.

"Jamie, I love you so much. I... I feel terrible for what I did to you..." I felt tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. He kissed me again before reaching up and caressing my neck and shoulders.

"It's not your fault, Fen." He nestled up against me and licked my muzzle. "You weren't yourself, and beside you didn't hurt me. It is ok, your home now and nothing bad will happen, I promise."

"Jamie I-"

He grabbed me and kissed me deeply. I melted in his arms, and pressed myself to him. I broke the kiss and smiled.

"I love you Jamie." We cuddled together and I started to become drowsy.

"I'm pretty tired, Jamie... I think I... need to..." He just stroked my fur and kissed me lightly.

"Yeah, It's alright, you deserve a good nap." He smiled again. It wasn't long before I dozed off in his arms. Quiet, peaceful sleep lulled me into its grasp.

I awake later that day in Jamie's arms; we both had slipped out of each other's sheaths and lay on the bed, naked under the covers. Jamie smiled and licked me on the nose.

"Hey love." He looked me in the eyes and smiled again.

"Hey babe" I smiled back.