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Chapter Eleven

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*Action, Anal, *Bunny, *Character Development,

*Compassion, *Dog, Drama, Fighting, Fondling, *M/M, Oral, *Pig, *Rape (attemped), Realistic, Story Progression, *Tiger, Violence (not In Yiff), *Wolf

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Second Week, Autumn 3, Year 1580

Fernella was nearly dancing with delirious delight this Fivdy night. He'd finally persuaded the ever-so-attractive redwolf to go to a perfectly-innocent movie, then a perfectly-innocent restaurant for a perfectly-innocent dinner with him.

He hadn't said anything about his hopes of having the wolf for dessert.

The slender lapinoid was dressed for the occasion - his knee-length black dress was tastefully trimmed with just a touch of lace, his blouse was form-fitting black silk, and he'd gotten out his black onyx necklace and earrings. He had not a thing on under the dress and blouse. He was wearing sandals as always, but these were brand-new and glossy black with crossed straps winding their way up his legs to the thigh. He fussed for a moment with them, wondering if they were going to be comfortable. Admiring himself in the mirror on the way out, he decided that his clothing made his bleached white fur seem like liquid light. For formality's sake, he'd taken the usual array of rings out of his ears. Instead, each ear was edged with carefully-applied black dye. [Ooo All, I'm so pretty!]

After Fernella and Woofie had enjoyed their dinner, they ordered drinks and somehow got to talking about dancing. Fernella explained to Woofie that dancing is like sex - the sort that went on at the Tail of Woe being basically self-pleasuring, with no particular interaction.

"Real dancing and real sex require at least two partners, moving in synchronized coordination. Waltzing, for example. For some, you need to have a lot of furrs involved - say, a minuet. Then there are the strenuous ones like tangos. A good tango requires one partner to surrender all control and become completely submissive, allowing the dominant one to decide how and when everything will occur.

"There're also really weird ones like morris-dancing where all sorts of kinky hardware gets involved: bells, ribbons, tall poles, sticks, buckets ...

"But the dancing we do at clubs, well, that's just masturbating. It doesn't make any difference whether you've a partner or not. Sometimes you don't even see the fur that you're supposedly with out on the dance floor."

Woofie laughed. "Fernella, is there anything that you don't correlate with sex somehow?"

While Fernella was considering this and trying to think of something he didn't, Wolfinson's gaze moved from the table to someone coming in the door.

"Shite!" exclaimed Woofie. "I was supposed to - Arrgh, I forgot! My answering service must've told him where I am. He'll never forgive me."

Fernella turned to see what or who Woofie was so suddenly agitated about. He saw the tiny terrier he remembered from the Tail of Woe approaching.

Ralph walked slowly up to Woofie and, saying nothing, stared piteously at him. His brown eyes welled with tears.

Woofie cringed at the sight of the broken-hearted little dog. He tried to explain that he had just forgotten they were supposed to go out that night, but couldn't get more than a stupid-sounding stammer out.

Then Ralph turned and started to walk away, saying over his shoulder, "I understand, Woofie. Don't worry about it. It wasn't real important anyway."

Fernella looked questioningly at Woofie, who muttered, "Ralph got a good promotion at work - we were supposed to go celebrate it."

Fernella didn't hesitate, but sprang after the woe-begone terrier who was slowly departing. Seizing him by the arm, the bunny leaned close in and whispered in Ralph's drooping ear. Ralph paused and one ear cocked up. The bunny muttered and whispered on. Soon, both Ralph's ears were erect and his wee tail was wagging.

Fernella kept his grip on Ralph's arm, reaching out and grabbing Woofie's, who had approached. "Well, boys," he chirped, "shall we go do some line-dancing together?"

Woofie almost tripped and fell, he started laughing so hard at that.

"Wha-?" queried Ralph.

As they left the restaurant, Fernella kissed his nose and said, "We'll explain. Later. In depth." He couldn't wag his tail, but it was rapidly flipping.

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It was an ordinary Sevdy evening. Totally bored, having no idea of what he wanted to do, Gordon couldn't stand it any longer.

If only Lightning wasn't so jealous of Rayo Mairo.

Sighing, Gordon thought wistfully of how much fun it'd been to have Lightning "sleep" over. As he mused, he noticed that his cock was rising to attention. Looking down at it, he muttered, "Don't bother; there's no-one here to play with you."

Grabbing his jacket, he headed for the door. There simply HAD to be something somewhere that he could find to entertain himself - he was not going to spend the evening in his bedroom masturbating.

Getting off the bus at the Mall's front entrance, Gordon started to go around to the door closest to the theater to see what was being presented. As he passed a service tunnel, he heard whimpering and rough laughter, then a sharp, shrill squeal of pain.

Giving in to curiosity, he entered the tunnel. There, he saw three large boars. A thin rabbit in a flouncy pink skirt was sprawled on the ground. The rabbit's blouse had been torn off. One of the boars, the biggest, was twisting the rabbit's ear hard, painfully yanking her face toward the boar's crotch. The boar's pants were down around his ankles, his twisty cock jutting out.

"What's up, fellas?"

The three turned their heads and glared at Gordon. "None 'a yer business, kittycat. On yer way. This here fake fem's a private party," snarled one.

"Is that so? A party, huh? Then why's he crying?" asked the tiger, realizing that the prospective victim wasn't a fem, but an extremely effeminate mel.

Now he could see the bunny clearly. He didn't recognize the lapinoid; then he realized that the bunny was too old to still be in school. The tiny rabbit's face was streaked with black - Gordon wondered for a moment, then identified it as mascara running down the rabbit's cheeks.

"Lil' fake here thought he just sashay on through just like a mel."

"Yeah, so we gone give him what he wants - our cocks in his everything," laughed another.

"Well now, I don't think that you ought to be doing that," said Snow slowly. "He really doesn't look like he wants you to."

"Who gonna stop us, you? There be three of us and only one of you." The hog pulled a knife from his belt and held it point-first toward Gordon.

"True, true." Gordon smiled. It looked like he was going to get some exercise after all. This would not only relieve his frustrated tension, it'd be fun. "So you'll STILL be taking turns."

"Huh?"

Gordon Snow smiled even wider - wide enough to show most of his fangs. He shrugged his shoulders, loosening up. "Well, I can only rip one of you at a time. So ... who wants gutted first?"

As the trio of wannabe-rapists stared silently, Snow kicked off his sandals, freeing his hind claws. He tensed the muscles in his paws, popping his huge razor-sharp claws out on all four limbs.

"Can't do that! Usin' claws on someone!"

Gordon just kept grinning. "Only if there's someone left to complain. And you pulled a weapon ..." He advanced on the three.

They stood their ground, none willing to be the first to give way and lose face in front of his pals. The boss hog released his grip on the rabbit's ear, snarled, and slashed at Gordon with a knife. Gordon smoothly leaned out of the way of the blade. His paw flashed out - his claws ripped past the boar's face, barely missing, but catching one ear and shredding it.

That was as much as they could take - the entertainment of raping the bunny just wasn't worth it - their nerve broke and they took off running down the tunnel away from the crazy cat. "You pay for this, bastard kitty," shouted the cut boar over his shoulder as he fled, holding his bleeding ear.

"Right. With small change," snorted Gordon, leaning over the rabbit. "You okay, bunny?"

The thin little rabbit just shivered, huddled into a ball, his ears limply flat down his back, his fur all standing on end, his eyes clenched shut.

"C'mon, bunny. Get up. You can't stay here."

The rabbit didn't move. He couldn't. He was paralyzed with terror.

"Come on, bunny, get up," Gordon repeated, putting his paw on the rabbit's shoulder. He was surprised to feel how cold and limp the bunny was. "You going to have a heart attack or something, bunny?"

The rabbit just kept on shivering.

Gordon sighed and gathered the little rabbit up - it was hardly any great effort, the rabbit looked like a child in his arms. Gordon carried him out to the curb and looked around. Spotting a taxicab idling by the entrance, he managed to wave one arm and call it over.

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Twenty minutes later, the taxicab pulled up in front of Gordon's house. He paid the fare and helped the rabbit, who was now standing and moving, although very shakily, out and up to the door.

Unlocking the door, he guided the shocky rabbit into the house. "Okay, we got to get you warm, bunny." He took the rabbit by the paw and walked up the stairs to his bathroom. There was no question as to whether the rabbit would follow or not; having the huge snowtiger grip his paw and pull was as irresistible as gravity.

"Here, bunny, strip down and get in the shower," Gordon ordered as he turned it on to a rainfall-like spray of steaming hot water.

The tiny rabbit slowly slid what was left of his blouse and skirt off - his sandals had vanished somewhere back in the service tunnel when the three boars had grabbed him as he walked by. He felt as if he'd fall down if he tried to do anything quickly. Stepping into the shower, he leaned against the wall. He felt better in just a couple of minutes, his blood warming up, the crud from the tunnel floor sluicing off. He looked out at the huge tiger curiously.

Gordon was rummaging in the closet, looking for something small enough for the bunny to wear. "Now, bunny -"

"My name is Fernella."

"Well, you CAN talk!" laughed Gordon.

"Yeah, yeah, I can. So why'd you help me?" Fernella's long ears cocked forward; he was really confused. He couldn't remember the last time someone big had wanted to help him with anything. And here's a TIGER saving him. One at least two feet taller, at that!

"Guess I just don't like seeing someone getting taken advantage of by people a lot bigger than he is."

"Oh. Well, thanks." Fernella blinked rapidly in astonishment.

"Sokay. You do me a favor sometime ..." absent-mindedly mumbled Gordon as he decided that even the smallest bathrobe in the closet would be far too big for the little lapinoid.

Fernella bemusedly contemplated the huge snowtiger's gorgeous rear as the cat rummaged in the closet shelves. Glancing down at his crotch, he realized that he knew just how he would like to thank his savior. He realized that he'd gotten thoroughly warmed up now, so he stretched and rotated under the falling water, making sure that he was rinsed clean, then he hopped out of the shower. Stepping up close behind Gordon, he said, "Can I get a towel, please?"

Gordon straightened up and started; he hadn't expected the bunny to even be out of the shower yet, let alone to be standing so close to him. He gave the thick towels in his paw to Fernella.

Fernella's sensitive nose flared - the snowtiger's musk was fairly strong, even though he hadn't really exerted himself much. Fernella'd never been this close to a tiger before - he thought the scent was delicious.

The bunny scrubbed his fur briskly, being careful not to hide any of himself from the snowtiger. Then he tossed the wet towels into the hamper and stepped into the furdryer. Just a couple of minutes in the furdryer's heated air, and the bunny's short fur was dry and comfortable.

When he stepped out of the furdryer, he made sure that his front was plainly in Gordon's view. He twisted his torso to reach back and fluff his wee tail. When he straightened back around, he decided that he was having the desired effect on the tiger - there was a noticeable bulge forming in Gordon's trousers.

Fernella moved in close to Gordon, and put his arms around the snowtiger. He couldn't reach all the way around, of course, but he hugged him as firmly as he could.

"Wha-?" started Gordon.

"Hush, please. You saved me today. I don't think that those hogs would have stopped with raping me - they wouldn't have wanted me to be able t-to go to the law about it - they'd have c-cut my throat after they were done h-hurting me as much as they could." Clearing his throat, he realized that the tears forming in his eyes weren't faked at all. He blinked hard. "I owe you. I owe you my l-life. There's only one way I have to pay you. Please ...?"

Gordon sputtered for a moment. "I, I didn't do it to, to make you ..."

"I know. But I owe you a life-debt now and I have only one way I can start to repay it." Fernella giggled weakly, then sniffled as his tears started really flowing. "Unless you want me to move in and be your housekeeper - that's the only other real skill I have."

"But, but bunny, you don't have to ..."

"Yes I do! You know the highest Law of our Lands - Debts Must Be Paid."

"That's not ..."

"Look - there's no way that I could ever take on some muscular job for you, is there?"

"No."

"I don't make enough as a model to give you a cash reward, either. But I have to make good on my Debt to you. You want me to feel like some kind of ungrateful louse?"

"Well, no, but ..."

Wiping his eyes, Fernella said, "Then let me do the best that I can to make you feel good tonight. Please?"

Fernella closed his eyes and wrung his paws together. He had to persuade Gordon to let him satisfy the big snowtiger. He was completely serious about his need to repay Gordon for saving him. He might be a slut, but he had never been a sponge; he always did everything he possibly could to pay off debts.

Gordon silently gripped the bunny's chin with one huge paw and tilted the clenched-shut little face up. He blankly gazed at the white rabbit for a minute.

Becoming nervous, Fernella opened his eyes. "Was I completely wrong? When I saw you getting aroused, I just assumed that you're a tailraiser too." His voice grew heavy with sadness. "Now I've insulted you ..."

Gordon said not a word, but just leaned over and kissed him.

The bunny's mouth came open in startlement as he felt the rough cat-tongue scrape back and forth on his lips. As Gordon's tongue slipped into his mouth, Fernella sighed with relief and anticipation.

They kissed long and hard. The rabbit reached as far up around Gordon's chest as he could, which wasn't very far, and hugged him tightly. At the same time, he felt the snowtiger's claws skritching up and down his spine, working into his fell from the nape of his neck to the base of his flufftail, the sharp points prickling the bunny's skin. This carefully-controlled potential violence made Fernella shiver; he felt his entire skin tingling.

Dropping to his knees, he licked the head of Gordon's cock, which was rising from its sheath. Before it could get all the way out, he pushed his tongue inside the sheath and stroked it around the swelling cock.

Gordon inhaled sharply - his cock leapt all the rest of the way out and quivered in the air. It wasn't in the air very long though; the bunny's eager mouth quickly wrapped around its head and his tongue started rapidly lapping all over it.

Gordon groaned and moved his hips forward. The bunny welcomed the shaft in, rubbing his tongue over and over the blunt barbs as they slipped through his tight lips. The rabbit's head started bobbing up and down, his mouth taking more of the cat's shaft with each stroke, until he was swallowing the entire cock with each suck, pressing his lips tight around it, sucking hard enough to hollow his cheeks.

This went on for a couple of minutes, Gordon's purring getting louder and louder. Then the snowtiger gasped, "It's been a while, I can't hold back any more -" With that, his seed burst forth, filling the bunny's hungry mouth. The rabbit managed not to lose a single drop of it, swallowing frantically again and again until he'd drained his huge savior.

Gordon felt a bit weak in the knees. That had been one of the most powerful suckings he'd ever experienced.

Fernella stood up, and hugged him again.

Gordon reached down and lifted the bunny off the floor with one paw, then arranged him cradled like a cub in the snowtiger's arms. The rabbit's ears twitched at this - what was going on?

Then Fernella gasped - Gordon started licking him between his ears. Not messily, but firmly. The cat's rough tongue combed the bunny's fur with each stroke. Fernella started to ask what sort of game this was but, before he could get a word out, Gordon's paw was laid over his mouth. Sighing and relaxing, the bunny just lay there in the snowtiger's arms and enjoyed the grooming.

Gordon licked here and there for a while, moving from the bunny's head to his chest and belly, then to his legs. After that, his tongue wandered back up to Fernella's neck and ears. By then, Fernella was murring and squeaking. He'd never before felt so, so deliciously helpless. It was wonderful. When the rough tongue stroked up the length of the bunny's sensitive long ears, from base to tip, again and again, Fernella thought he'd faint.

Then Gordon rolled the rabbit over in his arms so that he was tail-up. Fernella's eyes bulged when he felt the tiger run his tongue from the base of the bunny's ballsac completely up to the tip of the bunny's fluffy tail. And again. And again. The caressing, scraping wetness of the snowtiger's licking made Fernella start to ache. He twisted his head around to face the tiger. "Could you, well, I mean would you ..."

Gordon smiled a big tiger-smile at the bunny. Fernella realized that such a display of fangs from anyone else would've terrified him. But not this tiger - no, instead, it just made him feel hotter inside his tailhole.

Gordon moved his feet, spreading his legs to give him a more stable stance. He lifted the bunny and said, "Stand up in my paws."

Without hesitating, the rabbit stood, facing away from the snowtiger, feeling curious. Fernella tottered a bit, so he reached behind him with both arms and firmly gripped Gordon's fur. Gordon gripped each foot, then slowly spread the bunny's legs apart. As he did so, he slid his grip up to Fernella's knees and lowered his arms until, just as the bunny's legs were spread as wide as they could be, Fernella's tailhole was entered by the tiger's still-fully-erect cock.

The rabbit cried out softly as he was penetrated. The tiger stopped and waited until the rabbit smiled up at him and nodded, indicating that his tailhole had adjusted to the big cock entering him.

Then Gordon started lifting and lowering the bunny by his completely-spread legs, sliding him up and down the big barbed shaft. His cock was still so wet from being sucked that no lotion or grease was needed - any additional lubrication required was promptly provided by the tiger's precum.

Fernella's eyes rolled up in his head and his ears lay flat along his back. He'd never been yiffed this way before and the feeling was overwhelming. As Gordon moved him up and down more-and-more quickly, Fernella's cock slithered out to its fullest extent. He couldn't spare a paw to rub it, he needed to hold onto Gordon with both his paws so that he wouldn't tip over. He whined in frustration - he wanted to play with himself - he needed to.

Soon though, he could feel that it wasn't going to be necessary. As Gordon's bouncing him sped up, Fernella felt his climax coming.

It was a dead-heat. As Gordon dropped the hot bunny-tailhole all the way down for one last thrust, Fernella felt his seed spurt into the air. At the same time, he felt the tiger's load pump into him. The two furrs both howled with satisfaction. The bass roar of the tiger and the soprano trill of the rabbit blended musically.

After they finished emptying themselves, Gordon carefully stood the far-smaller bunny on the floor again. He cocked his head. "Well, do you think that you've repaid me enough?"

The bunny grinned. "I'd be happy to make it installment payments. Maybe weekly?"

Gordon laughed. "No, I don't think that would go over too well with my lover. She might not appreciate it."

Sighing wistfully, the bunny replied, "Well, it couldn't hurt to ask. We may run into each other again sometime. Anything that I can ever do for you - just ask. Anything. Anything ever."

They stepped into the shower and scrubbed their fur clean. After Fernella had dried himself again, he looked his bedraggled clothing over and decided that it would do to get him home.

Parting at the door with a hug, the two returned to their lives.