Fifteen: Finnick's 'Lady Friend's'

Wolford couldn't move, he was in agony and Vic had showered, packed his stuff and said he was going to a hotel instead. Bitterness and upset had swallowed Wolford as he'd remained stuck on his knees, shivering and moaning at how his backside kept puckering and the cum kept slipping out. For being trapped in a tie for a whole hour and then to go for another hour and be filled just as much, Vic looked to be one virile fox. But his sudden departure, which had not really be sudden but so casual it had not matched Wolford's situation, had left the wolf to sob pitifully as he remained waiting for his body to just collapse to sleep.

He slumped back onto the bed eventually, but he only gained twenty minutes before his body was complaining of cramp again and this time he was able to roll into a better position to deal with it. In agony he'd sat up, only to squat and swing his legs out, forced to waddle to the bathroom. He grabbed the showerhead and lounged in the bath pool, turning the water on, lifting his tail and then groaning as he flushed the water right up. He could feel heavier, warmer splashes falling out and then he paused and removed the head, pushing the pipe into the hole and holding his breath. He hated doing this, but sometimes when he'd been careless with partners filling him up, he'd had to shove a butt plug (modified or actual) in to keep it was leaking before he'd gotten back and done this. The water pooled, scraping up everything and then when he pulled it out, with a shudder that made him erect, the water poured out and helped clean him. Then he turned off the shower, turned on the taps and then made himself a bath to lie in.

When he was out of the bath after sobbing some more about what had happened and why Victor had left it till now to tell him everything, he'd come to the conclusion that Vic had done what some grooms did in those drama series. All the others relived one romantic night with an ex-lover that later ruined things at the wedding, but in this case he'd told Wolford to just think of it at that time when he should have been his first. If it had just been that, Wolford might have felt grateful, but all that talk before hand, all that guilt, all that desire to deny a part of yourself... it hadn't seemed right. Wolford considered how fast Victor and the vixen had paired up and how he'd been working hard to be a big member of society and then he slumped onto the sofa.

He recalled Rabid Dog warning him about relationships with straight guys and well, Wolford had just had two and found them both to be heart-breaking. First Sandy was with Finnick so he could not cheat on them and then it was this moment cheating with Vic, living out his ultimate desire and yet not to a happy end but greater misery. Wolford could not understand it, all he knew was that he was truly sad, truly despairing and utterly guilty for all of it. Had Vic been telling the truth with his thoughts over Wolford or whether it was just guilt for what had happened to Artem... after-all it was the easiest way to deal with it wasn't it and Vic had seen him stuck in the tie with the Arctic Fox after-all and seen Wolford's ultimate humiliation.

Wolford did not know what to do, he certainly did not want to wash and then brush it all away and carry on... everything felt like it had been stopped dead and his whole mind was broken. He was in the job he wanted to be in, but beasts treated him like crap for knowing he was gay and worse still, he was aware that his boss saw him as an embarrassment. It did not matter when he had tried in the academy to prove this was the wrong thought, somehow it felt like everything was just wrong. He was wrong, his whole life was a mess and it all seemed to be because he liked foxes in the wrong way. But could he top anyone?

Wolford groaned, rubbing his forehead and growling as he got up and went to his kitchen, considering food but feeling no hunger nor appetite come to him. He wanted to cry again, but he'd run out of water for it and for some reason he could only think of Larry growling at him after the incident with Artem and complaining that 'you let it happen, aware of all the problems it would cause, so don't weep over it and accept responsibility like a real wolf'. His brothers had no compassion, only his mother and well, he'd thought Vic had compassion but now Vic's memory was tainted and then it made him ponder what had really been happening when he recalled the words 'compensate' and 'owe' and then Wolford just growled in fury before he slapped himself and began to clean up - better to distract himself right?

He cleaned everything away, washed everything that smelt like Victor and then he found a letter tucked in between the sofa cushions, a letter from Vic and it made him growl. At first he wanted to tear it up into little pieces or just cry over it before even considering reading it, but a moment of sanity overcame him as he sighed heavily, sat down and read the letter. But as soon as he read it, everything was wobbling on the edge of a knife over what the hell Wolford was going to do and how he could ever move on when right now his world seemed lost. The letter spelt out two main points, after the wedding Victor was moving out to the new city building up in the west that was catering for smaller predators and prey, giving them more options without the control of the bigger animals. Wolford could accept it, but it meant the whole reason for what had happened had been solidified with the idea that the pair of them would never see each other again, but the second point had been something Victor had been trying to say the day before but now was clear.

Wolford's body was shaking, he was torn between whether he should forgive and forget or whether he should howl out in fury. It seemed that when drunk, Gary had revealed to Victor the only reason he was going out with Wolford and hadn't really been bothered by the fox fetish, was because getting with Wolford got him closer to Larry. He had apparently had even more reason to talk and hang out with Larry than ever before and... as Victor had said but Wolford had kept thinking was a joke, from the back Larry and Wolford were exactly the same. Wolford had to double-check everything and without care he called Gary's phone, but it was cut off. Wolford tried three more times, grinding his teeth together and feeling like he was going to blow up before he then thought carefully and called Larry's phone... he got through.

"Larry, sorry to bother you but I need to speak to Gary and can't get through - its seriously important." Wolford stated, his teeth clenching and his growl growing to the point his brother was listening and feeling not only concerned but seriously anxious over the matter. He was passed onto Gary and it was clear that Gary did not want to speak but for Larry's low tone that it sounded bad. Wolford took a deep breath, he didn't care if Larry heard or anyone in the building, he was going to lose it. "Tell me Gary... is the only reason you like to see the back of my head because it helps you think of my brother? Am I just a replacement that's easier than an asexual that doesn't really even like homosexuality?"

The phone was dropped as Gary swore and seemed to be apologising to Larry who must have been growling because Wolford could hear it. As Gary then insisted that things weren't like that at all, that he really liked Wolford, but when challenged to say what it was he liked... physical features were all that came out and then Wolford got him in a corner, asking what he did not like. Gary seemed unaware of the hole he was digging, insisting that Wolford was too sensitive, too easy to read, too into helping others out and not really aware of how lucky he was to have such forgiving family. It was enough for Wolford to switch the situation about and hear the ways others described Larry... Larry was serious, never letting anything get to him, he focused on keeping the company up and keeping the family happy and he was all for wolves. Larry was a bit racist at times and in truth, utterly insensitive to anything outside the norm and for someone like Gary who, if Wolford considered it truthfully, really wished to be normal was their icon. Gary might even be content to have a one-sided love for Larry as long as he had someone to knock off in the background when he got frustrated and he did not take the relationship seriously. Wolford had pondered if he was just using Gary as a shield for the family too, but to be compared and chosen to replace his brother... that was something on a different level and Wolford could say only one thing.

"I'm afraid this relationship is little more than a booty call to you and I need commitment. Goodbye Gary, I do not want anything to do with you again." That said, he turned off the call, blocked Gary's number and then got up before turning off the phone as he looked towards his work schedule. Wolford had no work for a bit and enough time to get over a bad hang over and he was on desk work anyway, so what else should he do but the one thing he'd never thought to do... find the nearest cock to rent and alcohol to chug!

When Wolford got out onto the town he found a lunchtime bar serving drinks and settled down, he was wearing the tightest trousers to show off his arse, wagged his tail every time a guy went past no matter the species and the size. He was grinning coyly, speaking with a slightly higher tone than he'd ever used at the Fox and Hound, trying to get attention and some beasts even spat at him, grunting 'homo' as they walked past. Wolford didn't care, right now even violence would make him happy, there was only the swirling in his mind that Victor and him could have been together if not for the existence of females and that Gary had been pretending to fuck his brother every time they'd been together. No one had taken Wolford's thoughts and needs into consideration, so why should the wolf think anyone else might take consideration.

As the lunchtime crowd thinned and Wolford drank steadily from a second pint of bitter to mix with his mood, the crowd began to be a little more gruff. The bar was not an easy place, it was certainly not family friendly and one of the few still sporting a smoking room as the screens were blaring with sports games and these were not the kinds to usually like a gay guy in their crowd. As they flocked in, one group of guys that were quick to steal the pool table were quick to eye up Wolford. They spoke about him a lot, there were five of them and they were not the kind of animals someone messed with... a lion, a bear, a Wisnet bison, a rather tough looking giant anteater and a very tough looking mouse (not that Wolford was surprised). They were quick to hurl out insults to him but Wolford just wagged his tail, he did not care and the bullying shifted as they began to mutter with each other and then decided they'd try and 'make friends'.

The five beasts came over and words were not needed as the anteater's claws clacked upon the table to threaten but the bear's huge paw was quick to grope. The lion was trying to do the talking, but the bull was quick to clasp his hoof around Wolford's muzzle and look at him with a hefty snort. The moose behind the bar couldn't bother with a second look or to get involved as Wolford found himself being peeled off his bar stool and pushed towards the bathroom as they were quick to step in and the anteater bullied anyone out of the stalls inside and it was clear they were to be left alone as they led Wolford to the end of the stalls were the sink tucked out of view and the floor was still seriously dirty. Wolford found himself watching them undo their pants and look at him expectantly as the bison chuckled.

"A pretty bitch like you walking into our turf is asking for it. You'd better like having gangbangs because there's no way we play one on one, even in pool." The big beast snorted with a chuckle from its companions as Wolford looked at them, almost furiously but rather more carelessly. He was in a worse crisis than ever before and the biggest source of all his woe was his sexuality, so why not let these apparently 'straight' bastards have their fun? Wolford just shrugged and gave a coy look, he could say these guys were attempting to sexually assault him, he'd be getting raped if he didn't actually mentally decide he'd let it happen. Even that could be debated as the lion was out first and grabbed the wolf's snout, squeezing until Wolford obediently opened his mouth and stretched out his tongue, accepting the barbed cock stuffed in but making him gag as it scratched at him. The lion grabbed the back of his head and pushed him back and forth along the length with a wet sound as Wolford just continued to stare up at him.

The mouse was then dropping down onto the wolf's nose and gripped tightly to his cheek fur as he brought his tiny erection to the gaps between Wolford's lips as he sucked. The dark gums stroked and sucked him in as he shuddered in pleasure. Wolford's tongue flicked at him automatically, feeling that irritating sensation of something prodding his gum or stuck in his teeth. The giant, flat wet muscle caressing the small but very hard cock of the mouse made him tremble. He groaned in pleasure as the motions also stroked the lion. The other three beasts came closer, the anteater automatically grasping the wolf's paw, only to grin as Wolford held his long pole of a dick in his paw. Wolford squeezed and stroked as the anteater groaned in pleasure. The bear noticed and knelt down too, flashing his very fat but short cock which Wolford also held and began to pump hard. The chorus of all four guys enjoying Wolford's task was pleasant for him to hear but shocking to the buffalo. He was smaller than his fellow buffalo species, but that did not mean he was small but it made him just as aggressive as he glowered at the scene. They should have been breaking this wolf, teaching him a lesson about the cons of being gay, it did not seem to be working and he gave a grunt of irritation as he looked to the anteater.

"Hey Doug, make sure his ass is clean for me... damn cock slut doesn't seem to have any clue about the shit he's in. Don't cum in his mouth guys, cum on his face so he can wear his shame." The bull snorted, but there was a sound at the door and a hound opened it to come in. However, the buffalo turned at him with a sudden grunt of fury. The hound looked confused until he heard the low moan of delight from Wolford. It backed off quickly and then the buffalo turned back to the anteater Doug. "Do it already, you can still enjoy his paw..."

The beast grunted as Doug's tongue was waggling in the air with delight as he felt that squeezing and pumping. He really was enjoying it, his girlfriend didn't even know how to stroke up and squeeze around the bottom of the head, but he groaned. He watched the bison pull Wolford's trousers down, surprising but enthralling them all to see that he was sans underwear. Then he stretched out his long tongue, straining out to the furry tail that lifted for him with ease and Doug was startled. The ass his long tongue wiggled around was clean and loose but suddenly snagged about him as Wolford automatically tightened for him with a delighted moan. Doug couldn't help but groan, stuffing his thin tongue back and forth, pumping to make the tail lift more. The anteater almost thought that this was a pretty sweet setup, a good ass, good skills and willing to be fucked... who wouldn't? But the bull was determined that he was going to wreck this wolf as he beckoned Doug to pull back as he suddenly hoisted Wolford up about the thighs as the others were tugged and growled. But then he stuffed his big, long cock right into Wolford's backside as Wolford gave a sudden yelp and almost spat the lion's cock out until he was punched hard in the head. It made the wolf groan then whimper as he felt himself being stretched by something burning and hard and vicious. He was glad for the knot last night but he felt his whole body battling to try and breathe against the motions.

His body was being thumped and punched by the hefty thrusts of the bull, his head spinning in dizziness as he couldn't breathe past the cock in his jaw. They hurried to get themselves off before the bull because it was clear to see he was going to really hurt the wolf. The two held by paws realised that his paws now grasped the ground as he gagged and choked against the cocks. The bear and anteater then were jerking themselves at Wolford and the lion pulled out from the wolf's mouth. He did so just in time to cum down his throat but also up his nose and even near his eyes. Wolford gasped and choked as the lion drooled and then the mouse spurted, up right into Wolford's eye as he gave a yelp before two more ropes of seed splattered his face, but Wolford was soon groaning in agony.

The bison was pumping hard and deep, pushing himself in as Wolford groaned and growled over the stretching sensation, gritting his teeth and trying not to make any louder noise. It really hurt, he felt himself being stretched right open and it was painful to feel and worse, he could feel something streaking and scratching and... his nose twitched as he suddenly caught the scent of blood and then... the hideous burning, stinging, stabbing pain! His mouth opened, ready to scream out in pain but for the bear's big paws suddenly wrapping around his muzzle and stuffing his cock in his mouth. Wolford screamed over the length as it was stuffed in and out to make him gag and choke. The bison was soon groaning for the clenching, the squeezing, the way Wolford's body was trying to push him out and finally, the Wisnet gave a groan as his rather watery cum filled Wolford's body before he pulled out roughly, only to be replaced by the anteater. The pain was back and worse, the constant movement stretched it out more and the smell of blood was becoming more prominent....

Wolford was in for a bad time....

"No fucking way, fucking hell... how the fuck did he let this happen to him, and who the hell finds a guy passed out and bleeding the bathroom something to wank over? Sick bastards..." There was a familiar voice echoing around the scent of a familiar room with a strange sensation that he was not alone and he was safe. Wolford was in agony, his whole body felt wrecked and the alcohol he'd taken in had been working more as an anaesthetic during that gangbang than he'd expected. As he opened his mouth to make a noise, a sot dark paw stroked his ears down and a familiar scent like sandalwood tickled his nose as he recognised the scent, it was Donovan. Wolford felt relaxed, but that was obviously Rabid Dog who'd spoken and he could smell the hound now as he felt a soft paw rubbing some cream onto his back. "Poor bugger... good thing my brother was working as a cleaner at the bar, he almost got fired for getting out to me, but we didn't get there before those five bastards had done their worse. We're lucky he didn't choke on cum or vomit!"

"Where... what time... I've got work at noon..." Wolford groaned as he lifted his head, every muscle stiff and aching and his voice not even his own. He looked up through bleary eyes towards the figures and a doctor that was masked up and just cleaning things up. Panic gripped Wolford, just how badly had he been hurt like this? Wolford gave a whimper of fear, but Donovan knelt in front of him, that beautiful look upon his beautiful narrow nose as his dark paw stroked Wolford's cheek to soothe him.

"Its alright Wolford, Doctor Ringlet is an emergency doctor that we can trust. He usually deals with the hush-hush things actors need so everything he does is expensive but it comes with secrecy. He did a rape kit for you too, but we don't know if you want it sent in or not..." Donovan stated, but Wolford just grasped the pillow, pulling it over his head and covering his face as if he really did not want to talk about it. The ring-tailed lemur that had been tending to him was quick to mentioned it had not needed much work but a suture had been set in and Wolford was to be on a liquid diet for at least a week before he needed another appointment to have the suture removed. But all three were looking to one another and they were quite sure that they did not like the way Wolford was keeping his head turned from them and hidden. "Wolford... you are going to pursue a rape case, aren't you? Rabid's brother can get the footage and said he'd gladly be witness to them being rude to you and then dragging you to the bathroom. We can make a good case..."

"Heh... I'm a cop and even I know that rape cases against males are laughed out of the office... besides, they'll assume me going into the bathroom with them and some of the things I did, that I brought it on myself. Besides, an officer getting rapid because he was drinking? I'd never be allowed out again." Wolford stated in frustration, his words and voice miserable as he nuzzled his face into the pillow and thought to himself, not like it hadn't happened before and he would be laughed at. He also could not reveal everything that had happened to him let alone all the sordid aspects of his love life and his mobile would be taken and he would be judged and named a slut because the officers would not show discretion over one of their own. The others looked at him in anxiety as he pulled himself up onto his side with a grimace and then growled. "So it's the evening, I didn't pass out too long... can I ask to stay here tonight Donovan? I'll go straight home tomorrow then go to work, I'm on the desk duty at the moment, finishing up files and sorting through parole violations with parole officers."

"I see... alright Wolford, but think about the rape kit, Ringlet will keep it safe if you want to..." Donovan began, but Wolford curled his lips, almost bearing his teeth as he growled he didn't want it. The others jolted to see him angry and they really wanted to ask him what had happened before to get him into such a situation, but clearly he did not want to talk about anything at all. Wolford curled back up in the bed, thanking them all the same as the trio looked at each other anxiously before Rabid volunteered to stick around whilst Donovan got back for opening the club for the evening.

The next day, Wolford spent a boring time at work but kept getting texts from his brother to ask what had happened and what he meant, even asking if something happened with Victor. He also got messages from Donovan, Rabid and, as Angel and Tips had blundered in the room after shift making out and been embarrassed, they'd started messaging too, desperate to know what had happened to him. He could not stand it, as the week went by and his mood was miserable, the messages continued and his fellow officers were curious too. They could see he was uncomfortable and whenever they offered him to go out for the evening or have lunch, he just ignored them in favour of work. Oddly, work seemed to start getting easier, he could read things better and understand them more, he seemed to feel and think that he could indeed solve a lot of cases and, curiously he did.

Priti was fascinated by the shift but her senses were clearly picking up that something was wrong and she just assumed it must be to do with Gary. She queried and got the response that 'long distance doesn't work', which was enough for her and a few of the others hanging around to realise what was up. Curiously, Bogo overheard as he walked past and must have taken it into account, by the time Wolford's arse had healed and his companions were forced to remain silent on what had happened, as he'd decided that Wolford's workload had improved and taken him off desk duty and insisted he was looking at being suitable to join Higgins on stakeouts! It should have been something Wolford was happy about, but the loneliness at the end of the workday cut into him and that evening, he went to one of the bad areas of town... the really bad areas of town to pick up someone.

It was a tayra, not too big and not too small for him and possibly a drug dealer from the smell of chemicals around him and the way he'd not been dancing at the club but more on the side lines. Indeed, he would not have picked the guy out generally, but the large tree weasel had strolled over to him, eyed him up and asked if he wanted to score. Wolford had a situation coming up where he would be breaking up a drug ring of some kind and normally, he might have used this situation to get some more intel and maybe a sample of the drugs to bring to work along with information on the tayra, if not called the police straightaway. But he felt so miserable and so alone, he simply responded with asking if the tayra wanted to score something else, whilst he'd stuck his tongue out. Curiously, the sable coloured beat had grinned and beckoned Wolford to follow him out back, letting Wolford take a quick shot first to add to the alcohol fuelled hazed he was starting to swim in.

If he had been up to his usual thoughts, Wolford would have spent a bit of time looking the weasel over and getting a name to check on the database, but he did not. They went out int the back alley, he got on his knees with a dustbin shielding him form passers by in a dingy alley and the tayra revealed his form. Wolford held it, thumbed it to get it to swell, nuzzled and lapped upon the length, watching the vein bulge as it swelled and grew a more redder shade. He lapped and pinched at it with his lips, then brought his tongue to the balls. He lapped and rolled about them, his hand pumping gently on the length as a stupid grin fell upon his face but the tayra was just enjoying it and slumping back. Then Wolford's mouth was over the length, sucking, stroking with his tongue and letting it pump in and out of the back of his throat. He moaned loudly, making a fuss of the length and just glad to be wanted by someone and to see them gaining ecstasy from his face and not the back of his head.

It would have gone alright, but he tayra's sharp claws fixed around the back of Wolford's head, forcing him down to the hilt as the wolf gagged before the slinky beast's hips moved in fluid rolling thrusts. He fucked Wolford's face hard, so hard that Wolford felt like his tonsils were being bruised before the sound of a deep grumpy voice caught their attention. It called out a name, then growled as it mentioned a 'stinking wannabe fossa' before he tayra pulled himself free with a swear and bolted as a familiar figure appeared in the alley. Wolford was stuck their drooling, feeling tears forming in his eyes and ready to just curl up on the floor and die, when a small foxy paw sat upon his shoulder and he turned his head about, only to faint again.

When Wolford woke up, he was on his bed, in his flat, smelling fresh and clean and the place looked excellent. As he'd opened his mouth and sat up, a glass of raw eggs was pushed up to his nose, a hangover cure. With a grimace of disgust, he chugged it down and turned his head to the side, brain aching as he expected to see that Fennec fox, Finnick, glaring at him. Instead, he saw the worried and adorable expression of Sandy as she stroked his shoulder.

"Wolfy, I got called by Priti this afternoon because she was worried about you because of the Gary break up, then Finny called me to say he'd found you drunk and passed out giving a guy oral in a shitty part of town...mind my language. Honey, something bad happened, something you can't really talk to anyone about because you're scared of it and it needs to be said... don't think I didn't notice the liquid diet or that you called Doctor Ringlet, he's one of the doctors at the hospital..." Sandy was speaking in a tone that was gentle and familiar, not exactly a nurse's tone but it made Wolford think of his mother. She stroked along his muzzle, giving him a kind and loving expression as he opened his mouth but then tightened his jaw, ignorant to Finnick peering in around the corner. "Look, whatever happened is something too embarrassing to tell your colleagues, or something you think they'd judge... now I'm a nurse and I'm your tenant, that means you not only get patient confidentiality, but you can throw me out if I blab so you've got the upper hand. I won't give you advice, I'll just listen and... right now, that's what you need most, isn't it?"

"Sandy..." Wolford mouthed, only to curl into his knees and start sobbing heavily before the whole story about Vic, Gary and the rape poured out. Finnick listened and oddly, he felt really guilty!