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A Tiger and His Degradation

By: ToKu

(Author's Note: May or may not be a few mistakes. I couldn't go over this story as much as I wanted to. I also wanted to let people/furs know that I'm still alive and writing....however slowly... Also, this may be it for a while with this series, I have no idea where I'm going to go next with this! I have other stuff I need to work on! So saver it! Cheers and enjoy!)

Lights out was only five minutes ago and already He could hear the other two bodies in the cell shifting on their bunks; heavy frames causing iron supports to creek and groan as the they conversed and schemed. The tiger could feel his heart beating in his throat as a wave of nauseous panic swept over him for the hundredth time that evening. His whole body tensed as he lie on his belly; arms hugging his pillow in fear while the muscles below his tail painfully tightened defensively. It had already happened five times since his arrival three days ago. Once in the intake cell, once by a CO's control stick, once in the shower last night and twice in this very pod. Tonight would make six for sure and even though the swelling in his right eye hadn't gone down yet, tears still soaked into his pillow.

Everyone seemed to know everyone's business here. Who they were, where they were going, what they're doing and what they've done. Everyone knew Roland, everyone knew he was a ex-football star, everyone knew he had money, everyone knew he liked fucking little boys and no one liked that here. The CO the other day was actually the father of two bear cubs that had been students of his at one point. The oldest knew better, but the youngest cub didn't know it was wrong to let the 'trust worthy' tiger slip inside his pre-teen ass. The father, a three hundred pound grizzly nearly lost the entire length of his stick inside the tigers rectum the other day and he was still suffering the pain of such a rape.

Only now, he had much more to fear than a pseudo rape. Rio and Hoyt where notorious in W.W.C.F. Rio; a muscular Hyena from Central America was the head of the drug distribution inside the CF. He spoke with a distinct Venezuelan accent and when angered could conjure up a series of Spanish insults that would make you cower even without knowing quite what he had said. Hoyt was his right-hand-rat, so to speak. Six foot four and two hundred and sixty pounds of white gray fur made for one mean rodent. Nearly every inch of flesh under his short fur was tattooed in dark black ink, only adding to an intimidation factor that outweighed the tigers by a long shot. And despite being of Latino decent, both were packing cocks that put his own to shame. His tail hole seared in pain in remembrance of his first night.

He could hear them as he shivered in fear, both speaking in Spanish across from one another from their top bunks. The whispered cat-calls were in English but they'd laugh at the slurs in their native tongue in between. He had his back towards Hoyt on the opposite bunk but it didn't dull the daggers he stared into his bare stripped back. His tail was pathetically tucked between his legs where only his thin white boxers covered the bruised genitals underneath; not to mention his swollen tail-hole. Rio shifted on the bed above. Roland feared him the most; the knot at the base of his cock was a monster and had been the cause of most of the damage already done to this defeated kitty. He wasn't looking forward to another lube-lacking tie. The paw pads hitting concrete floor brought Roland's tear blurred eyes wide open.

"You gonna do as we say this time kitty cat?" The Hyena said in this thick Spanish ascent. Roland didn't dare move but knew that prolonging the inevitable would only cause more unwanted trouble so he slowly rolled over to see the hyena standing naked and hard, knot and all. Hoyt was climbing down off his bunk and even in the darkness of the cell he\the tiger watched in horror as the rat let his own white boxers fall from his thick hips to reveal an impressive pink prick. "You're gonna suck my black cock while Hoyt here fucks your ass and lubes it up for my knot. Got it? If you're a good kitty I might convince him to let you eat his ass out! Does kitty want that?"

Roland knew it would be unwise to refuse anything; the shiner over his right eye was proof to that so he nodded obediently. The rat had walked over near the toilet and was digging around behind the steel frame, his flesh colored tail swishing through the darkness and the tiger thanked the gods that he couldn't see the puckering rat hole; anyone over the age of fourteen completely turned him off and he feared having to stick his tongue anywhere near an adult male's hole.

"That ain't good enough kitty cat." Rio spoke thickly as he took hold of his massive ebony knot and waved his cock before the tiger's nose. "Tell me you want some ass and take my knot like a good boy."

"I w-want to e-eat ass real b-bad..." The tiger shuddered trying to find his voice. He figured it was better if he elaborated a bit. He liked it when the cubs did it when he had control and knew the hyena would get a kick out of it in the same way. Hopefully it would help things go a bit smoother. It was a naive thought. Hoyt had found what he was rummaging for and had returned to the bedside. His buck teeth gleamed as he grinned down at the tiger while his rat claws fiddled with something unseen. He regarded the large rodent, buck-toothed grin and all. With ears flattened to his head he whimpered like a trapped kitten. "I'd like to eat out your hole after you fuck and cum inside of me while Rio ties me."

"Now that's more like it!" Rio spoke and slapped the feline across his nose with his pre beaded cock; leaving a wet smear in his fur. "Hoyt, give the kitty a kick. He wont be good to us soft tonight!"

Roland was a bit confused at first but when the rat leaned in towards his head with a tiny glass device he knew what they're intentions were instantly. He didn't struggle, nor did he go with the flow. While one claw gripped the back of his fuzzy head the other pressed the opening of the powder filled device up to his nostrils. He knew what he was supposed to do but didn't and left the rat to attempt to pour the substance down his black nose.

"Snort it!" Rio demanded and only after stalling long enough he inhaled deeply though stuffy nose until the powder felt like it was burning it's way through his skull to his brain. He recoiled back onto his mattress, clutching his head with his paws as his heart began to thump in his chest but what fear he had already experienced was already beginning to fade, meaning whatever they had made him snort was the sudden cause of the erection in his lap. The hyena pulled the white fabric from his waist while the rat positioned himself on the tigers bunk so that one knee was on the mattress while his other leg was straight with the foot on the floor. Roland was far too busy rubbing his burning nose to notice when the oversized rat lifted his striped legs until his tender tail-hole was within inches of thick rat cock. "Look at that, I guess we know why kitty cat could only fuck cubs. He was to shamed of his dick to be with a real male. "

He knew deep down that it was because of the steroids he got into his first year of high school. He never went over board with them, but it was enough to stunt his body's development during those important times. It was about 5 inches when hard and a little on the thin side! Most cubs would still cry when he fucked them but that was only thanks to his prominent barbs. Now, he was on the receiving end and was quickly falling victim to a much larger male extension than his.

Rio took hold of Roland's tiger cock and squeezed painfully hard until pre began to leak from the swollen tip. As the snorted chemicals coursed through his brain he felt himself becoming more and more sensitive to each touch and prod until, when finally, the rat pressed his own leaking cock against his tail-hole he almost moaned as it was forcefully shoved deep down the already assaulted passage. He couldn't cry out or even moan in pleasure because the hyena's dick did the same thing with this throat.

The overwhelming scent of sweat, pre, and general male musk assaulted his senses and caused his eyes to well up in tears. His vision blurred but the scene playing out around him didn't loose it's audacity in the least. The rat plowed into him, turning his insides inside out each time the swollen cock pulled itself from the slimy depths. Rolland knew that his life depended on his teeth keeping clear of the equally plump penis coating his throat with pre.

"Fuck yeah, suck that cock like a real fag, you slimeball." Rio grunted as he lifted his own helping of speed to his nose. A healthy, sharp inhale resulted in a muffled groan deep from his diaphragm. "I bet that after that encounter with Officer Micheals that ass is nice and loose enough to take Hoytt's fuck stick. How's it feel Hoytt? Feel nice to fuck this cubby fucker in the ass?"

"Feels just as good as last night. I got more motion tonight... I think that stick got his hole nice and ready for me! I can fuck it nice and hard tonight!" The rat seemed to hiss like a viper. He was a rodent, if anything he was more vile than a snake. The tiger felt disgusted to know that his dirty cock was inside him but his own hard prick didn't seem to care. It was the drugs that spoke for him; made him act. His hips moved, his legs hugged Hoytt's waist, his cock twitched and with each pelvic thrust to rat dick his mouth moaned around the base of Rio's knot. He wanted to spit it out but the drugs told him he wanted to milk the massive meat for every ounce of cum that boiled in the sac that rested upon his forehead.

He couldn't even project his thoughts; imagine that he was somewhere else, fucking something else, a cute little otter or puppy. But with a cock in his ass and down his throat it was beyond impossible. Not to mention that every time Hoytt jerked his pathetic erection he would cringe in an attempt to not cum prematurely. He had made that mistake on the first night. He figured that if he came it would all be over with. That's how it was with the cubs in the past. He'd fuck a little boy good, cum up his little boy butt, all before a nice hot shower. It's how he would pretty much start each morning. But Rio and Hoytt had simply laughed at him and forced him to cum five more times before they left his holes slimy with a coating of their own cum.

Apparently Hoytt wasn't in a real touchy-feely mood tonight like he was the first two nights. Normally he liked it when the tiger would hug his waist with his legs, loved to jerk the tiger off absentmindedly as he fucked, but the rat seemed impatient and after taking his own hit of speed his eyes seemed to flare in pure lust. He pressed Rolland's legs into his stomach, increasing his thrust until they became a repetitious slap. If the tiger could have looked down at his own poor tail-hole he probably wouldn't be able to tell cock and orifice apart.

He knew that if he cam it meant nothing, but if they came perhaps it would end this whole ordeal much faster. So despite the pain he clenched and unclenched his hole in time with the rat's fucking. Still mindful of the cock in his mouth; he simultaneously milked both. Each time Hoytt would fuck into him he'd loosen the star of muscles below his taint, only to constrict the passage as the cock slid out; creating a type of sucking simulation that he was positive would make him cum faster. Rio would be trickier. He had never sucked a cock that belonged to anyone over the age of fifteen in years and had to relearn how to please an adult male. Most adolescent boys would only need a few tender strokes before spilling their precious seed but he was dealing with someone in his late thirties, not a preteen boy. He was regaining most of what he had lost, but it was still a difficult feat to make the Hyena cum.

"Too bad you don't have another hole to fuck." The canine grunted as he reached down and pressed his massive paw against the tiger's throat. He almost seamed to open his esophagus even wider as his cock slid down like a sword swallower's sword. The slimy black knot pressed against his lips as he tried to gag but there simply wasn't enough room. He cried but the tears didn't stop the hyena from pulling out and repeating the process over and over again. "I'm sure officer Micheals would love another go at ya with his night stick. Isn't that right papa bear?"

"Shut it Rio or I might break my stick off in your ass instead." There came a deep, commanding whisper. Rolland had to shift his head ever so, a hard ordeal as his spine had become nearly useless thanks to the eight inches of cock down his gullet but he didn't have to search long before he saw, through tear stained eyes, that mass of brown and blue standing just beyond the bars of the cell. Rio simply chuckled as if he thought the statement to be funny. Rolland wanted to sob for help, surely the bear wouldn't allow these other prisoners to fuck on his shift. There were rules here; no drugs, to fighting, no fucking, and he was certain the bear knew that two of them were being broken. But he felt his heart sink when he saw the gleam of light coming from the paws of the grizzly C.O. Whether it was on it's own accord or had the bloody, thumping muscle been literally pushed down by the head of a black hyena cock, he wasn't sure but what he knew for fact was that the bear was recording this. "Just make that piece of shit wish he was never born."

"With pleasure." Hoytt spoke up for the first time and with a series of painful jabs at his prostate, Rolland was left to be pounded to submission, to degradation by a spun rat and his equally tweaked cell mate. The drugs in his own system made his cock throb with each vengeful thrust until there was a healthy pool of pre-cum soaking into his belly fur. He had already swallowed a good amount but the leaker in his ass helped little to ease the frictional pain of each cock stroke. The rat's overgrown nails were digging into his thighs as he nearly laid on the backside of the tigers legs, body almost vertical except for his pelvis which pumped into him like a coked up sex-feind; each sloppy slap against his backside almost like the patter of a child stomping around in mud. He wished, he prayed, in vein to be out of his body. One of those moments that most furs have where you simply wished you weren't alive anymore. He begged for God to kill him and take him from this place a good ten times before he remembered; He didn't believe in God.

When the cell door clanked and the faint sound of swinging, rusty, metal reached the pathetic tiger's ears he almost felt a leap of joy. Maybe the grizzly though he had had enough, maybe he thought it wasn't fair that they had shoved speed up his nose to get him hard. When the big, burly correctional officer appeared overhead the tiger looked up at him like a poor beaten kitten. Surely he would find some sympathy from this 'papa bear'. But the camera still recorded; the little red light cast an evil glow over the two furs fucking him and simply made the bear maniacal.

"Hold this." The grizzly shoved the camera into the hyena's paws; freeing the tiger from his semi choke hold. He took in a gulp of air before remembering he still had a cock in his mouth. It made him want to cough, to vomit, but he knew the prosecutions of such actions. Instead he opened his mouth as wide as it would go, locked his lips firmly over pulsing meat, and tried to stay calm but the bear was digging in his pocket for something. "I think it would be a little extreme even for me to cut that sorry excuse for a cock from your crotch. But boy would I love to see you in as much pain as you caused my son."

Officer Micheals pulled from his belt holster a palm length pocket knife and slicked it open all too quickly. He pointed the tip towards the tigers nose and scowled. Inching the knife closer and closer he spoke while Rio continued to fuck away at his ass, Rio however pulled his cock from the tigers throat and began to stoke it himself. This allowed him a little air before he swallowed deeply in fear. "I'd like nothing more than to leave you a stub your former male-hood. Take from you as you've taken from others. But despite what you've done to my boy and to countless others I think I'll leave you with something to remember me and this moment by. Every single time you touch your cock, jerk off to metal pictures of little boys, every time you try and fuck someones ass you'll remember who you are and what it's done for you."

The knife was so close to his nose now that it caused his eyes to cross as he tried to stare from knife point to disgruntled parent. It was an awkward angle, the way Hoytt had his ass up and already thoroughly fucked, the way Rio's cock hovered over his forehead, he knew that both furs were close to cumming but he didn't care. He was afraid of that knife. Afraid of what it was going to do to him. Scar him? Dismember him? No, worse?

The rat spasmed and Rolland knew he was cumming. Rio's cock head nearly poked out his good eye a few times before finally letting a good dozen ropes of cum coat his face and got in his eyes. And that knife! The knife dipped and went for his junk but so did a rough grizzly paw. It encased his entire cock and began to jerk it over-hand. It's not what he expected but neither was the sudden sensation of wanting to cum so soon. It was the drugs, they were making his whole achey body tingle in the build up to orgasm and the pleasure was almost enough to make him moan but Hoytt was still painfully fucking him, who knew if the rat even had to stop, or if he could keep on fucking load after load of cum into the ex-football star. But as he reached that moment of blissful climax a sudden, sharp, sear of pain from his cock. He was afraid to look down he was almost blinded anyways but when he did he saw blood and cum fly through the air before landing across his white belly fur.

The bear had jabbed his knife down the tiger's urethra as his cum came boiling up out of his balls, the resulting cumshot was dark red and excruciating. Before he could scream something found it's way into his fanged mouth. Hoytt's boxers. The two furs jumped back suddenly, the Rat pulled his cock from between the tiger's butt-cheeks and let his legs fall to stand with dripping cock in disbelief. Rio had gagged him so even though he screamed with the sudden sting of pain it came out as a muffled groan. His burning eyes were wide and paws looked like they wanted to grab hold of the gushing mess between his legs but didn't know what to do.

The knife had split nearly half of his tiger-hood down the underside so that the second and third cum shots spurted prematurely from the ruptured shaft and coagulated with the blood now leaking from both sides of mutilated cock.

"Holy shit I didn't think you'd actually do that man." Hoytt nearly shouted but the grizzly bear hushed him with a menacing look. The rat simply stood there, cock drooling, eye's wide, teeth still buck-toothed.

"So much for him eating your ass huh Hoytt." Rio spoke almost indifferently as he simply held his cock in one paw and the camera in another.

"If you have something to knock him out give it to him now. He wont bleed to death. The morning officers will find him in the morning! And he'll tell them he did it too himself if he wants to keep what's left of that pathetic thing." The grizzly spoke as he wiped his knife on the newly stained sheets of Rolland's bed. The tiger didn't know what to do. The drugs in his system kept him from going into shock but didn't numb the pain. His body still shook in orgasm but it was far from pleasurable. All he could do it watch the furs standing above him as he bled out hopelessly.

Hoytt ducked out of sight for a second while the bear stashed away his knife. He regarded Rio and spoke but Rolland's ears were ringing and sound was muffled. The room seemed to spin counterclockwise and the warmth was leaving his lap, the blood and cum was going cold and even though he still felt hyper aware of himself through the drugs he suddenly felt weak. The rat reappeared and in his grubby little paw was grimy bag of brown slime. He pulled a bunch from within with two fingers and rolled it up into a ball the size of a marble.

"It will hit him faster if he takes it up the ass." The rat spoke, his voice sounded muffled over the tigers heartbeats and his only thought was 'No more sex" but apparently that wasn't what the Venezuelan had in mind. The rat lifted a single striped leg; careful to keep his paws away from the bleeding mess. Rolland screamed but to the prisoners and the grizzly it could have been taken as a polite 'no'. When he felt the rat push his two fingers into his ass he finally figured out what was going on.

He watched the grizzly leave, heard the distant sound of prison bars shutting and the faint cackle of a hyena's laughter. His vision blurred to the point of rendering the cell in dark splotches. He curled up, hugged his naked, shivering, muscular body and tried to forget about his tattered tiger-hood. He counted his heartbeats until they came too few to infrequent and before he knew it there was only blackness.

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The German Shepard John Miller walked through the metal detector for a second time and was relieved to hear nothing but the distant shouts of inmates; no beep. He grabbed his suit coat back from the side scanner and gave the grizzled looking horse behind the counter a rather unpleasant look. It wasn't enough that he was caring a gun under his right arm or that his ID had a California exempt stamp clear as day on his license , the horse just wanted to give him trouble because he left his badge at Jason's house. He slung his coat over his shoulder and walked on; file folder clutched firmly in hand.

Was there something on is face? Was there a neon sign hanging over his head that shone bright the letters F.A.G.? Impossible. He was 200 pounds of pure blood Shepard, had been a cop for five years, and a damn good detective for six. What was it about a single night jerking off to a cub being fucked and sleeping next to a boy who he had both lusted over and shared feelings of paternal affection to make everyone judge him so? He knew he was probably over reacting but already today there had been over a dozen furs who seemed to have been rubbed wrong by his presence, the horse including. The only pleasant feeling he held onto was that of the hours spent at Jason's house after having done what they both could do at the scene of last nights crime.

The poor cub found in the dumpster was IDed as Ronni Marshall, the twelve year old cub had been reported missing from school a week ago after a police safety demonstration at his school. John's fur crawled with a sinking suspicion that was congealing into probable cause, but it was far from tangible evidence. He knew deep in his bones that it was Gregory Carson who had napped the cub but he needed some other proof, an informant, a rat. And he knew just the tiger who would be willing to make the transformation from feline to rodent.

He made his way down the somber corridor classrooms and lesson halls on either side. In the fifties this building had been a school, but was closed down and used as a fallout shelter in the sixties, and later converted into a prison. Newly refurbished and given a new name, the place still radiated decades of decay. It was cold, metallic, and foreboding at best; a perfect place for criminals to live out the rest of their natural lives.

Although nothing more than university reminiscing and buddy on buddy shenanigans, he had spent the majority of last night with a boner hidden by a bear bottle. He was sure on a few occasions that the hawk had spotted the bulge but if he had, he never let on about it. They were both a little too professional about the way they hung out, even though they had been buddies before protocol took over their lives but John wasn't sure how the hawk would take to such advances. He remembered the amount of awkward tension in the air at the bar when he had mentioned a guy dating another guy. That was as risky as he felt comfortable being. If anything ever happened between them, it would have to be under different circumstances.

At the end of the hallway he remembered what he was here to do and pushed all homosexual thoughts to the back of his head where they belonged. He made a sharp turn and found himself at another gate. He made eye contact with a guard in an elevated lookout platform a good thirty feet on. He was given a slight nod that was plain as day even at that distance before the electronically operated gate began to clank open. He was greeted with a sudden roar of profane insults and cat-calls.

Tattooed inmate arms hung out of bars on both levels; flashing gang signs and middle fingers. Balled up pieces of paper were tossed from the upper level until officers on the platforms pounded on the bars with their guard sticks in an attempt to subdue the populous. John ignored the rude and surly insults but his ears picked up on the lewd and sexual comments. Comments to go fuck himself, comments to get fucked, or suck cock. Normally these would have gone unheard too, but recently, and to his dismay, John had been thinking more with his cock and less with his rational, reasonable, smut free brain.

With his coat gripped tightly in his paw he made the trek along the passage with a muzzle devoid of emotion; his outer demeanor a cold stone example of his inner doppelganger. When he spotted a face he recognized he let his facial features soften and even let a suggestion of a smile curve his lips.

"Well, if it isn't detective Johnny." The dragoness nearly roared when she recognized the canine. She wore a white lab coat and a pair of blue spectacles that brought out her equally radiant sapphire eyes. Daria was only a nurse when John had first met her, still in her third year of med school and headstrong he had come in with a knife fight injury. A petty thief had tried to tango with an armed cop and even though he came out victorious he introduced himself sporting a stab wound in his left deltoid. She stitched him up good and after a few weeks of physical therapy they had become good friends. But here in White Water she was known as Doctor Grayson. "Good to see you not bloody for once."

She had been attending to an inmate; a wolf standing in his white boxer shorts with a real nasty scar across his muzzle. He seemed to size the officer up before the dragoness dismissed him with a wave. He blew the doctor a kiss and flashed his pearly whites before making an about face and strolling away towards two guards nearby, his tail arched and batting back and forth with obvious masculinity.

"I'm actually hear to speak with an inmate, CO out at the main desk said he was in the medical ward and couldn't tell me why, so I came to see you." John spoke and handed the dragon the file in his paw. He hung his coat over his arm and watched her as she flipped through the folder. "I'm here to see if he'll testify in a case I'm working on. I can't reveal too much information about the perpetrator because of his public image but the tiger knew him and I knew you wouldn't ask too many questions. This is sort of a probono case."

"Probono?" Doctor Grayson asked with amusement thick in her voice. "Since when did you become a lawyer?"

"Hardly, I'm doing a favor for someone who was too afraid to go to normal authorities with his case. It's a long story."

"I got it." She nodded in understanding. "No questions asked. McGregor came in a few days ago if I recal. Had a nasty infection in his eye. I treated it and have been giving him antibiotics. He seemed to be doing better, always seemed to have a limp to his step. I can only imagine what the other inmates have done to him. He's well known here; semi-famous. He keeps mostly to himself though, as much as he can but he's paired with two inmates who seemed to have done something to cause his newest injury."

"He's hurt?" The Sheppard asked the dragoness in a flat tone. He was hardly sympathetic but he was curious as to what had happened to the tiger. Had he gotten his just deserts? Had it been too much? John knew that four days ago he would have never thought that there was too harsh a punishment for someone like Rolland McGregor. But now he was thinking more like the cat than he would like to.

"He was found this morning, naked, clutching his bloody bed sheets; his genitals mutilated." She spoke as if she had seen the whole ordeal herself. Apparently neither his cellmates nor the CO on duty had noticed anything. The tiger claimed he had done it to himself in retribution to what he had done to all those little cubs but Doctor Grayson thought otherwise. "The wound doesn't appear self-inflicted and there was nothing found in the cell that could have done the deed. A number of different controlled substances were found and when Mister McGregor's bloodwork came back this morning we found both traces of Heroin and Methamphetamine. Rio and Hoytt were both sent to 'the hole' for the day but we can't be sure they gave him the substances."

"Jezzus..." John groaned as he ran a paw through his head-fur. He was hoping for a simple meeting with the tiger but this complicated things. He was hoping to pry the feline for some information on his pal Carson. He was this close to having what he needed to bring that scumbag down. He couldn't help but grid his teeth. "I guess an audience with him is out of the question."

"Actually." Doctor Grayson spoke with a flick of her tail. "He's awake and talking. We gave him some painkillers after we established that he wasn't an addict. He's fully alert but might act a bit dazed. The guy just had his penis split down the middle. We could have done something for it but it was too late. I put time of injury at about ten P.M. last night. I can take you to him now if you want."

That was a flutter of good luck but he tried not to show his eagerness to interrogate the tiger. Dr. Grayson led him away from her station in the center of the building and took him passed another set of electronic metal doors and down short passage. There was more natural light here. There were wire-crossed double pained windows with security bars that lined the left side that almost made the place seem more like a hospital instead of a prison; and after passing through yet again a metal gate he saw why. He was in the medical ward. They passed a series of doors, one having the words: Daria Grayson, MD in printed black letters across the window. Most of the beds were empty but a few bodies lay still and snoozing under light blue blankets. The dragoness stopped and pointed with her scaly fingers towards the last bed on the right. There sat a tiger, too big for his bed, gazing hopelessly out his bedside window at the recreational yard below. 'Could he already be longing for the outside world? Does he forget what it's like to fuck a little boy already?' The thoughts, John realized were unnecessary but he found himself putting himself in the tigers situation. It almost made him nauseous but also made that new sympathy trickle up from the depths of his mind.

"I'll be in my office." Daria spoke and brought John back to earth. She handed him back the file folder and he took it gingerly but wasn't sure why. "I have some paper work that I need to get done so take your time and let me know when you've finished. I'll show you back to the main hall."

"Thanks Daria." He replied with a haphazard smile as she turned and retired to her desk. He waited for her to shut the door behind her before he took the remaining steps to the last bed on the right. The tiger finally noticed him when he had reached the foot of his bed. He seemed a little surprised to even see someone standing there and John thought he smelled fear waft above the sterile smell of the hospital wing. He had seemed a normal healthy tiger from twenty feet away but from this distance he could see just how bad his eye still looked; not to mention the other cuts and bruises the tiger seemed to have acquired. He was shirtless, but covered by a blanket up to his waist. John hated that he noticed he wasn't wearing underwear either.

The tiger did the same thing; Looked the canine up and down and took in what he was. It was obvious that he was law, though apparently not enough for a certain horse at the front desk. It was odd to be standing so close to someone who had done the kind of things he had only seen in pictures. Rolland had been inside of poor Zachary, and little Dustin Grey and so with other countless boys their age. He had to force the bile in his stomach down and will his penis to stay within its sheath. When the tiger seemed to be satisfied with his one-eyed inspection he spoke not like an ex-football player but like a tiger who had lost everything in life and had recently given up on everything,

"I've already told everything there is to tell." He spoke in a deep voice void of substance; as if his insides were hollow. "I did it to myself. Rio and Hoytt were asleep; I did it with a razor blade I flushed down the toilet. I got it from the medical supply last time I was here."

"I'm not here about that." John spoke softly and set his coat down on the bed adjacent to Rolland. If Daria was right he sure had a sound story, but it seemed too rehearsed, too thought over. But he wasn't here to talk about what the tiger was doing with himself here in White Water Correctional.

"Oh," The tiger shrugged and gazed out the window again. "Such apathy...' John thought. "Then why are you here? Who are you?"

"My name is John Miller. I'm a detective with the PSPD." John spoke as ritually as the tiger had just moments ago. "I'm here because Regan Gray hired me to bring the people responsible for the rape of his son to justice."

The tiger's ears perked up a split second before his one eye met with John's. He thought for just a moment that he saw a hint of anger, or fury, but whatever flame existed behind that one un-swollen eye died mere seconds after igniting.

"So you're the detective that led the raid on my house huh?" Rolland spoke as if it was old news he didn't care to hear much about. "Did ya find what you were looking for? How's Regan? He and his boy getting' along? They seemed pretty close the last time I saw 'em."

John couldn't believe the tiger could talk about such a serious situation as if it were stale gossip. Maybe he knew that he was fucked in every possible way and had given up any fight he might have had. The tiger had resisted arrest, it had taken four officers to take him down without deadly force and now he was as subdued as a gelded stallion.

"Despite the situation you may have forced them into we found enough incriminating evidence in your house to put you away for multiple life sentences." John spoke in prepared context again. His monotone preset voice was even unusual to him sometimes. He sounded unemotional and bland. He'd even go so far as to say heartless. That's not who he was deep down inside and it seemed to be showing more and more. "Not to mention the cub we found in the basement. He will be testifying against you unless you are willing to share some information with me."

"Hah, why should I? I'm already here aren't I?" The tiger spoke a bit more passionately now by throwing up his paws and raising his voice without taking his eye from the window. He really did look pathetic sitting there like that but John knew better than to let his emotions get the best of him. "The kid is safe now I'm sure, I'm genuinely fucked, and no one is dead, what more could you possibly need from me?"

"Funny you should ask." John said pulling a photo from his folder before tossing it into the tiger's lap. It was the printer paper photo of the Shepard Wolf Zachary on his back with a massive dildo being forced into his anal cavity by bear paws. Laminated and protected by plastic the photo reflected the light from the window and distorted the image but he knew the tiger would be able to see it perfectly. "This was found at your house."

Rolland glanced at the glossy picture and double-took twice before crossing his thick arms and staring back out the window. Even his stripes looked paler, not as dark, not as bold. He shifted uncomfortably and winced in pain as he tried to movie his legs. John remembered how the tiger had been found and was almost curious as to what his penis looked like; after it healed anyways.

"What about it?" The tiger asked.

"That's not you." John continued.

"Obviously." Roland rebutted.

"I know who it is." John said and narrowed his eyes, suppressing the urge to growl. This made the tiger stop and think for a moment. He looked back down to the picture. It was probably the last time he would ever see the only thing he was attracted to for the rest of his life and John could tell he was savoring the image. He should have taken the photo back but he left it there between them. He wasn't sure why he did, but a part of him was apparently attempting to give the tiger his 'last meal' so to speak. "I'm here because I'd be willing to have you moved out of general population and into a sex-offender wing where you are less likely to have any problems with other inmates. You were right when you said you were 'genuinely fucked' but I could make your hell of a life a little bit more livable."

He was silent for a long time. Staring down at the picture like a mother would her long lost child, but a child in agonizing pleasure. John wondered if he was even able to get an erection anymore, if it would be painful, if the meds he was on would even numb the pain or even allow enough blood to fill such a ruined phallus. John allowed the tiger his moment but when he continued to gaze at the picture John knew he was getting nowhere with his tactic. He reached across the bed and snatched the picture up and made to grab his coat.

"Fine, if you'd rather sit there than help me I guess you can always rejoin Rio and Hoytt in general population." The Sheppard draped his coat over his shoulder once again and made to turn on his paw-heels; stuffing the photo under his arm.

"Wait!" The cry echoed along the entire medial wing and even caused a few sleeping furs to stir from their drug induced comas. John knew it would work. It always seemed to with those facing the worst. Furs were generally selfish creatures and John had faith that the tiger's livelihood was still of importance to him. His faith held up. The canine turned slowly back around to face the pathetic tiger and regarded him as stone-faced as a sentinel. The hum of electronics seemed louder now; as if every ear; fur and machine was awaiting the tigers reply. Rolland swallowed and opened his mouth as if to speak but couldn't find words. John waited for what he knew was coming and when the defeated voice spoke John smiled at the tiger for the first time. "What do I have to do?"

End of Part: 6