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The sound of locker doors slamming fills a typical high school hallway as Marvin stacks his books neatly into his own locker. His ears swivel toward the many noises in the hallway. A loud sixth grader was causing a commotion down the hall. From the nasal quality of his voice, Marvin guesses the student's species without looking. As passes, Marvin steals a quick look at him. It was a weasel accompianied by a ferret. He smiled to himself, his guess correct.

Marvin's backpack sags on the crook of his arm as he lifts the last book from it. He neatly places it on the stack in his locker, sighing as he slams the door shut.

"Another day done," he mutters to himself, more than ready to head outside and onto his bus. The thought of the solitude in his room made his tailtip lift and his tail swish gently back and forth as he walks down the hallway towards the front of the school. Marvin's green eyes survey the halls, casually taking in the other students milling about once more. He pushes the slat on the front doors, only to see his bus pulling slowly away as the door opened.

His ears fold back as he runs across the porch, arms waving desperately.

"Wait! Stop, dammit!" He cries out to the bus with little success. It rolls away faster than he can catch up to it and Marvin throws his bag down in frustration. His ears fit to his skull as he walks back across the porch angrily. He utters a short swear, throwing the door open to go back inside and call his mother.

A disinterested female wolf sits at the desk in the main office as Marvin enters. She looks up as he walks in, a slightly annoyed look on her face.

"Can I help you?" She asks. Marvin points at the phone and sighs.

"I need to call my mom." The female looks from the phone to him and rolls her eyes.

"Sure, make it quick." Marvin makes a mental note to himself that this wolf was not someone he was particularly interested in seeing again. No more missing buses. He picks the phone up and dials his mother's cell only to hear her voicemail after one ring. He hangs the phone up after leaving a short message and walks from the office, thanking the wolf as he leaves.

He walks down the hall to his locker again to pick up his copy of the reading material for his english class. some book called

'The Pearl' about chinese immigrants. A boring read, really. But he had time on his hands now, so no big deal.

He closes his locker and walks to the gym, where he usually ventured to cool down. The bleachers were always empty and it was always quiet. He opens the book on his lap, red tail resting on the bleacher beside him. The while tip twitches as his concentration hones in on the book. He leans back against the bleacher behind him and flips a page lazily.

A door slams open across the gym and Marvin starts as he looks up. A group of jocks were exiting the locker room and showers, laughing and shoving each other in good sport. Marvin's tail bristles as the jocks obviously notice him on the bleachers. Being the gay kid at school was never conducive to making friends... Most of the time it just caused problems like the one about to be at hand.

The ringleader of the group, a burly tiger, makes a gesture towards Marvin. Their steps quicken as the group walks over to Marvin's bleacher. Marvin looks up from his book to survey the group. The tiger stood at the front, behind him a colt and a coyote. The tiger's whiskers twitch as he nears Marvin, a sigh coming from the fox.

"Hi, Chase," He murmurs quietly. The tiger chuckles and elbows the colt.

"Look at the fag, Bryan. Reading a book." This brought a chorus of laughter to the rest of the group. The coyote joins in, smaller voice more obnoxious than frightening.

"Yeah! Take any good dicks lately, pole smoker?" He laughs at his own joke and quickly shuts up with an evil look from Chase. The tiger walks up to Marvin and shoves his shoulder roughly.

"He asked you a question, faggot. Don't you know you should have respect for your betters?" He shoves again, this time pushing Marin back a little more. The fox's ears fold back and he glares at Chase.

"Just leave me alone, Chase. I didn't do anything to you." Chase growls at this, eyes slitting.

"You're in the wrong place, foxie. Get out of our gym." His words were hard, the tiger staring Marvin down. Marvin stands and pushes him back just as roughly, his voice slightly raised.

"Fuck off, Chase. Go blow your jock friends." Chase's expression twists into one of intense anger as he grabs the underside of Marvin's muzzle. He tries to twist away, but the tiger's grip was very firm. Chase smiles after a moment, looking back at his friends.

"Quite a mouth on this one, eh boys?" He chuckles for a moment before his fist makes contact with the side of Marvin's face. The jocks laugh as Marvin's head snaps back, nose trickling blood. He lunges for the tiger, claws grazing Chase's face before the jocks grab his arms and hold him back. Chase leans close to the snarling Marvin and sinks another fist just under his solar plexus. Winded, Marvin coughs and tries to draw in breath. Chase turns and curls a finger for the others to follow him.

"Bring the queer, boys. We'll see what that mouth can really do." As the group starts toward the door to the secluded locker room, Marvin twists and thrashes against the grip of the other males, but with no results. Their grip was too strong on him. The door to the locker room opens as Chase walks in, soon followed by the colt and coyote holding Marvin's arms. Marvin hears the door close behind them and a lock bolt shut on it. his ears and tail droop as he makes the realization that there would be nobody to hear his cries for help if he should so choose to make them.

Chase turns, his hand in his pocket. When it withdrew, his fingers clutched a small blade. He pushed the button, flicking the knife open.

"Set the little bitch on that bench over there, Adrian." The colt jerks Marvin over to the bench in the center of the aisle and moves to force him down. Chase moves cloesr and shakes his head, knife pointed at Marvin.

"Take his clothes off first." At a hateful look from Marvin, Chase frowned and moved closer with the blade.

"Any sudden moves, and I swear to god it'll be the last one you make." As the colt grasped at Marvin's button-down shirt, he jerked his arm away. Looking meaningfully at the tiger, he slid his own arms from the shirt and tossed it aside. The jocks watched, some seemingly unsure of what was going to happen, as Marvin removed the rest of his clothes. Standing there in nothing but his bare fur, he cupped a hand over his sheath and sac. Tears filled his eyes and blurred the image of Chase moving ever closer to him with knife still in hand. As a tear falls down his cheek and he regains some of his vision, Marvin watches Chase reach out and grab him by the hair.

Marvin yelps as his head is jerked down next to the bench, his rear end jutting straight out behind him. Chase hands the knife to Adrian, still gripping Marvin's hair.

"Hold this right here." he trails a line with his claw over the fox's throat and a fresh wave of tears streams down Marvin's cheek. The colt moves to the other side of Marvin, gripping his hair and holding the knife at his throat. his voice was deep and threatening.

"Don't move, foxie," He rumbled, the bulge in his pants making it clear to Marvin that he wasn't particularly opposed to the insinuated events sure to come. Chase moves behind Marvin, clawed hands cupping his ass and squeezing hard. As he squeezes, his claws extendand dig into Marvin's skin. He whimpers, moving slightly forward before the pressure of the knife pushes him back. Marvin hears the sound of a zipper as Chase undoes his pants, his member already poking from his sheath. The coyote nearby exposes his member as well and begins to stroke it within Marvin's line of sight. Marvin swallows hard, tears continuing to stream down his face.

Chase's hands pry Marvin's tail from between his ass cheeks and spread his rump. He chuckles, his hand moving to stroke his own member the rest of the way out of its sheath. Marvin whines as he feels pressure under his tail, Chase's fingers pressing cruelly against him. In a swift movement, Chase shoves two fingers into Marvin all at once, illiciting a howl from the fox. Chase smiles, fingers digging into him and then pulling out just as quickly. He strokes his fully hard member, pressing it under Marvin's tail. Marvin closes his eyes at the pressure under his tail.

"More where this came from," Chase rumbles. His member plunges into Marvin in one thrust, barbs pricking at his insides. The pain from the size of the tiger gets the best of Marvin and he yelps once more, lips curling into a snarl. Chase grunts as he hilts himself in the little gay fox, only to pull out and force himself back into the tight opening. After a few thrusts, the tiger begins to pant as he fucks Marvin harder and harder. His voice ragged, he gustures to Marvin's head as he looks to the coyote.

"I think his mouth is a little... Empty," Chase muses. Marvin yelps more as the tiger's shaft pounds him mercilessly.

"Do me a favor and shut him up." The coyote nods, smiling, and moves over to Marvin's muzzle. The coyote looks up at the colt, then down to Marvin. He wraps a hand around the fox's muzzle, opening it as his bobbing shaft nears it.

"Now you try anything funny, and Adrian here will make another hole for us to fuck. So play nice." Marvin growls and nods his head, mouth opening to take in the thick, knotted shaft. It tasted sour and metallic in his mouth, and Marvin gags more than once as the coyote fucks his muzzle. A fresh wave of tears falls down his face as he is violated from both sides. To add insult to injury, his member was beginning to creep from his sheath and was already partially hard. Anger washes over Marvin as he tries to stifle his arousal.

As he concentrates more on making it go away, his sheath simply swells more until it hung completely free of his sheath, bobbing in the stale locker room air. He heard a zipper once more as the coyote's shaft thrust against his throat. The colt's member flopped from his pants, hardening quickly now that it was unrestrained. Chase begins to grunt harder and faster now, shoving his cock into Marvin faster by the second. As the colt begins to stroke his shaft, knife still at Marvin's throat, Chase roars and thrusts into Marvin three more times, hard.

Marvin's spirit sank as he felt the warm rush inside him from the ropes of seed the tiger was spewing into him. After a moment, he pulled himself out of Marvin and walked over to the colt, grabbing Marvin's hair and taking the knife from him. As he placed the knife back at the fox's throat, he smiled at the colt.

"Go ahead, Addie. You can have your fun too." The horse snorted in an affirmative, his thick member quivering as he plodded behind Marvin. As Marvin felt the huge amount of pressure under his tail, he made a strangled noise around the coyote's cock. Chase looks down at him and rolls his eyes.

"You need to shove it in harder, he's still making noise." The coyote happily obliges, pounding his shaft into the fox's throat and making Marvin gag. The colt's member presses against Marvin's tailhole and gradually sinks into him. He might have gone slower than Chase, but the sheer size of the horse's member made this small amount of mercy completely negligible. As the horsecock fills the fox completely, his eyes lock shut tight, tears streaming down his face and drool hanging in strings from his muzzle.

Adrain begins to thrust into the fox, his shaft ravaging Marvin's colon in a rather painful way. With hope of escape lost, Marvin surrenders himself to the males' onslaught of his insides. His stomach begins to wrench as the colt fucks him, his throat already sore from the coyote. His knot slams against Marvin's nose as the coyote whimpers and thrusts harder. The colt's thrusts squelch and squish around the tiger's seed as Adrian's sac tenses between his legs.

Both coyote and horse pound harder and faster as they reach their respective orgasms. After one last thrust, the colt's shaft explodes into the fox, making his insides swell with the huge load pumping into him. His stomach swells outward as Adrian hilts himself in Marvin, the last spurts of come stretching him. The coyote grunts and pulls himself from the fox's mouth, paw pumping his shaft desperately. At last, it sprays hot strings of the coyote's genetic code all over Marvin's face. The colt and tiger had already dressed again, the coyote quickly following suit. Chase presses the knife to Marvin's throat hard, the blade cutting into him slightly.

"Tell anyone about this, and it'll be your end, faggot." He flips the knife shut, walking toward the door. The jocks leave Marvin slumped on the bench, tail tucked tight between his legs once more. He gasps for breath as they unlock te door and exit, unable to contain the contents of his tailhole any longer. As he relaxes slightly, his aching opening spews a large puddle of the jocks' respective jizz. He pants, tears staining his cheek fur as the loudspeaker crackles to life nearby.

"Marvin Walters, your mother is here to pick you up in the main office." He sobs quietly to himself for a moment before standing and cleaning himself up in the sink. a small red line stood out on his neck, blood soaking into the fur from the small cut on his throat. He washed this as well, taking extra time to clean under his tail. The loudspeaker blared once more that he was needed in the office as he walked towards the door. He shuts it behind him, backpack still sitting across the room with his book, open on the floor. He gathers his things and walks toward the office, smiling as he sees a familiar face through the glass.

His mother embraces him warmly as he walks in and her keys jingle impatiently.

"Come on, sweetheart. We have to get your younger brother to football practice. Where were you when your bus left, anyway?" Marvin doesn't respond, moving toward the door. He had the rest of the night to relive the events of this day, and he wasn't planning on explaining anything to anyone for a long, long time.