Bullies

Story by sethfoxen on SoFurry

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This story isn't for everyone. It's LARGELY based around a hard rape scene, and contains incredibly offensive speech, a little blood, trauma, and humiliation.

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But on that note, this was actually a lot of fun to write. Though, I kept pushing it forward to extend the ending a whole bunch, just cause I couldn't figure out how I wanted it to end. Oh well!

This isn't based on anything that actually happened. The characters are VERY LOOSELY based on people I know.

Except Seth, I know him pretty well. :3

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All characters belong to me.


I've always been bullied as a kid. Mostly they just called me names, threw food at me, harmless stuff like that. I also moved around a lot with my mom. I often switched back and forth between living with my mom, and living with my dad. As a result, the few friends I was able to make vanished when I changed schools. The childish antics continued through middle school, but once I got into high school, things got a little rougher. People would threaten me in the hallways, knock books out of my arms, and just generally push me around. I was always too afraid to tell anyone, because only a few people would hang out with me.

It was always the jocks. The wolves always wanted to pick on the little foxes. There was only one kid like me, and we rarely got to hang out. His name was Justin, and he was a fox, like me, even in the same grade as me, but about halfway through our freshman year he disappeared. Even the teachers didn't know what happened to him. A part of me hopes that his family was like mine, always moving around. I didn't even want to think of what else could have happened to him, for fear of my own safety. The wolves followed me even more after he left. I pushed through my days as they turned to semesters, then to years. I gathered a few more friends as I neared the end of my high school days. Some were a bit older, and stronger than me. One of them always told me that he'd take a bullet for me. He was a real sweet guy, and one look from him made the wolves back off, and through the pranks and pushing around, I somehow made it to graduation day.

I walked with my class; nothing eventful happened on graduation day. Everyone was just excited to get out of the school, so they all forgot to pick on me that day. After that the summer was pretty laid back. College started in the fall, so I had some time to relax, away from the bullies, while I waited for the fall quarter. I hung out with a few of my friends, stayed out all night, did a few things I probably shouldn't have, but that was the fun. Summer doesn't last forever, though, and soon I was preparing for the college life.

The college I go to isn't too far away, so I can live at home, and drive to classes in the morning. Things went pretty well the first few weeks. I made a few friends in my Computer class. There was a nice goat there, named Brandon, who I always sat with. He wasn't big, or anything. Actually, he had a body build a bit like mine. He was thin, kinda lanky, but he was intimidating. I don't really know how to put it; I guess it was just the way he dressed. He always wore this skullcap, and a long, dark trench coat. He just looked tough, and I was amazed he wasn't part of the groups that picked on me, which, by the way seemed to follow me to college.

They were even in my Computer class, the wolves. It wasn't the same wolves from high school, but they still picked on me. They bumped me in the hallways, pulled my bag off my shoulder, and took my books. Still just as immature as they were in high school, but now they were a bit older. I was still only eighteen, but these wolves were in their early twenties. Again, I tried to minimize my time in the halls, stay close to my friends, and stay in sight of teachers. That still didn't stop them, though. I always saw them hanging around the parking lot, looking for me. I started parking my car in different spaces spread out over the lot, just so I wasn't in the same place each day. I managed to avoid them for the most part, and they were always out doing drugs, and getting trouble, so I didn't think twice when they didn't show up to one of our Computer classes.

It was just me and Brandon in the back of the class, goofing off like we usually do while the teacher was talking. Brandon was catching up on old homework that he's missed as I was getting ready to leave after the lecture.

"See ya next week, man." Brandon said, as I logged off, and stuffed my flash drive into my bag.

"See ya." I replied. I stepped out the room, and pushed my way past the doors outside.

It was a bit of a walk to the parking lot. A long sidewalk to a bridge, then a bit of more sidewalk to the lot. But I'd barely made it a few feet out the door before someone grabbed me from behind, holding my muzzle shut as they dragged me back. I had dropped my bag in the grass as I struggled to break free from the hold, but they were too strong. They drug me back behind the building, where not a single soul has ever been, and wrapped a tight ring of duct tape around my muzzle, holding it shut as they began to tape my wrists together. I pulled away as they held my arms behind my back, and was quickly met with a sharp sting across my face. One of the wolves grabbed my collar, holding me up to his face.

"You fucking struggle again and I'll do more than just slap you." I heard him say as tears began to stream down my cheeks. There were at least three other wolves besides him, and they pushed me up against the wall as they taped my ankles together. One of them used a pocket knife to cut off my shirt, the sliced down my leg to cut off my jeans, cutting my thigh as he did so.

"Heh, sorry sweet cheeks," He said in a raspy voice, as he dug his elbow into my back, ripping off my jeans, "don't wiggle so much and we'll see that you won't get any more nasty cuts." I heard him chuckle in my ear as he lifted my tail, taping it to my back as he sends a hard slap across my rear, "Gotta nice little ass here, I've been wantin' to get a piece of this since I first saw ya." I pressed the side of my face to the wall so I could angle down to look at him. He had opened his fly, and pressed his greasy dick in between my cheeks. I wiggled and whimpered, trying to get away, but the first wolf kept his promise up, and slammed my head into the wall. I fell to the ground as my vision went blurry. I could only hear a little bit.

"Shit Marcus! What the fuck di-...for!?"

"The faggot wa-....ay. I've spent too long planni-...ust let him go!"

Someone grabs me by the back of my collar, gagging me as he propped me up against the wall, facing it on my knees.

"Fuckit, I'm gon-...ck this kid."

I felt a paw press between my ass cheeks, and slip down and forward a bit as I tried to look back, my vision still fuzzy.

"Whoa! Check i-...an! Faggots gotta cunt!"

I whimpered as I felt them spread my legs, and several paws reached in to feel and pinch at my exposed, fuzzy lips.

"Hold on, I'm gonna-..et first go at this."

They moved me down to press my face into the dirt as I felt two large paws grab my ass. There was a pause as one of the paws moved away for a bit, then, I felt hot, sweaty flesh against my lips as the wolf leaned into me. He quickly rammed the entirety of his length into me as I let out a yelp, straining against the tape on my muzzle to scream, but I couldn't, so I tried to wiggle free. One of the wolves slammed his foot down merely an inch from my head, and then leaned down to me.

"Now what did I tell you about struggling?" His paw pressed to the top of my head, pressing my chin down into the dirt firmly, "You're gonna let Brian here have a little fun, and you're not gonna make so much noise, are ya?"

I looked up at him; cheeks wet with tears, eye swollen and bruised, and gave a little nod as I felt the wolf behind me thrust roughly into me. Brian pressed his paw on my back to hold me down as he leaned over me, his thrusts speeding up as I felt his drool splatter across the back of my neck.

"God damn, faggots tight. Bet he don't get any action, he's just a lonely little fuck," he leans in close to my ear, "ain'tcha, toots?" I let out sharp whimper as he pounds into me one last time, his claws digging into my back as he deposits his load. "Grrrrrhhh. We'll here's a little present from me. Don't go spendin' it all in one place. Nnngahhhg." I feel him pull out and release me, just as another set of paws grab my hips. Brian shuffles up to my head, flopping his greased member on my cheek, squeezing it as the last of his bitter wad pushes out onto my lip. He reaches down and digs his finger under my lip as the next wolf begins to thrust into me. Brian's finger swipes the gunk into my mouth, and holds my lip against it as it seeps down onto my tongue. I remember that bitter, metallic taste. It was awful, like he hadn't taken a shower in days, like someone shoved a battery into my mouth. It made me cringe, but I tried to hide it, so I wouldn't seem like I was struggling any more. Just the thought that this nasty, rotten stuff was inside me made me cry even more.

Brian looked up at the other wolf standing in front of me, watching. "Think I could get him to clean me up, Mark?"

Marcus looks down at me, sneering, "Fuck no. Little shit'll squeal as soon as we pull that tape." I looked up at him, and shook my head in protest, he just presses his boot to my head, digging my chin into the ground, "Don't worry sweetheart, don't want ya getting away now, do we?" They chuckle together as I feel the wolf behind me dig his claws into my side.

"Fuck, you're right Brian. Little fuck's tight. Gonna blow my load soon." He forces himself deep inside me, stretching me painfully as Brian pats my head.

"Don't worry, toots, two down, two left."

I hear the wolf behind me grunt hard, plugging me up as he too spills his seed inside me. I wiggle a bit in discomfort, but look up at Marcus, and become still. The wolf slips off me, leaning up against the building wall as Marcus steps forward a bit. I can't see much, all I see is Marcus reaching out over me.

"Hold up, Brent. Brian gave me a good idea. I'm gonna take my turn now, we'll see if this one swallows or not." Marcus grins as he lifts me up a bit, upright on my knees as he leans down, his face hovering in front of mine. "Now, since you've been a good little bitch, I'll cut this tape off your muzzle. You ain't gonna scream, right? You know I'm gonna hit ya even harder if I hear a peep, got it, faggot?"

I whimper quietly, nodding in front of him. He uses his pocket knife to cut away the tape around my muzzle. He's surprisingly gentle. I stay still, so I didn't provoke him, and also so I wouldn't get cut anymore. He peels off the tape, and smiles down at me. "How ya feeling?"

I look up at him, my lips trembling as tears stream down my face. I speak quietly, "W-w-wh-y? W-why are you...d-d-doing this?"

He grins as he kneels down on his knee, cupping my chin as he looks over my face, lifting my chin, then he smirks, "Aw don' talk like that, faggy. We know you like it. We've seen you with that Brandon kid. Bet'cha like him, don't ya?"

"H-he's...just a f-friend...he's s-straight..."

Marcus scoffs as he stands, pressing the crotch of his pants to my nose as he pulls away the button, "Oh I'm sure you'll get your fun faggy time with him sometime. Here, I'll train ya, for when ya gonna suck his cock." His jeans fall to the ground as his thick, dark purple member smacks against my muzzle. I clamp my eyes shut tight as the horrid musk fills my nose. It was slick with sweat and pre already, and the smell burned my nostrils as he taps the top of my muzzle with it. "Open up wide, make it quick and it'll be over with."

I really didn't want to do it. I could see the last wolf next to him, rubbing himself as he watched me. I looked up at Marcus, tearful. All he did was sneer, and tap my muzzle more. I slowly parted my lips. Marcus angled himself down to press against them, "And if I feel teeth, I'll make sure ya don't have any." I slowly let my maw hang open. He eases into my mouth. He was too wide; I could barely take him all. "C'mon now, open up, faggy." He taps my cheek with his paw, "You don't want me to hit you again, do you?" This made me stretch as much as I could, thankfully it was enough. He pats my head as he grins down at me. The smell was excruciating, and the taste wasn't any better. It was so sour, and dirty.

He began to thrust into me. I closed my eyes, trying to block it all out. Brian shuffled over to me, and curls his fingers under me. He started rubbing me, his fingers rough against my stretched lips. "Yeah, ya like that, don't ya, toots?" I whimper as Brian's fingers force themselves into me.

Marcus grins down at me, "Yeah, ya do like it. Since you're being such a good little faggot, I'll give you my cum a little early. Get ready for it." I whine as I fold my ears back, knowing that horrid stench and taste will only get worse. He reaches down, and grabs my lower jaw. He holds it open as he pulls back a bit. I wince as the sour taste floods my tongue. "Ahhh...damn, would ya look at that?" He pulls out as he pinches my mouth close. I hold my mouth closed tight, as he looks down at me, the thick stench from his member hovering in front of my nose. "So...does faggy swallow?"

I wiggle a bit, and lift my chin. I tried to swallow, but the horrible taste causes me to gag. I look down towards the ground quickly, pushing the fluid to the front of my mouth. There were a few tense seconds, before I loosened my lips a bit. A small amount of the fluid slipped past them, and splattered against the ground. Marcus immediately grips my mouth shut, his paw cupped over my lips as he jerks my head up. "You swallow that load, faggy, or we'll leave you here." He spoke through a hard growl.

I wiggled and try to pull away, but his grip tightened around my muzzle, and I could hear a tooth crack. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and quickly gulped it down. He jerked away from my face as I gasped. I quickly turned and fell on my side, my head just past the corner of the building. I could see several other students leaving as I screamed out, "Help! Help! Help me! Help! He-GCKK!" Marcus jerked me up from my collar, lifting me off the ground as I wiggled and thrashed around.

"FAGGOT!" He slammed my head down on his knee, and then threw me against the brick wall. Everything went dark as I fell to the ground. All I could hear was a piercing ringing in my ears as they began to kick and punch me. Their hits turned to an overall throbbing pain. I couldn't tell if they stopped, or if they had broken my neck. I curled up against the wall to protect myself as much as I can. My hearing slowly began to come back.

"HEY, FU-...ACK!"

"THE F-...URT YOU!"

"H-...OR IT! YOU S-...AGGOT!"

I could hear several people fighting, hitting really hard. The noise faded a bit, and then vanished completely. There was a pause as I heard someone yelling in the distance, it seemed like forever. I kept my eyes closed tight, shaking and whimpering as I huddled against the wall. Suddenly, I felt a paw on my shoulder.

"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" I screamed out as I pressed harder into the wall, curling up as tightly as I could. The paw backed off as I sobbed uncontrollably against the wall. A few more seconds passed, and I felt something cover me. I twitched and sobbed harder, crying out and screaming. I quieted a bit as I felt something familiar. It was warm, and soft, and had a familiar scent.

"Shh...I'm gonna help you..." The voice was familiar too. I opened my eyes, but all I saw was darkness.

"I-I...I c-can't...s-s-se-see..." I managed to stutter out between sniffles and gasps. I felt paws wrap around my neck. I couldn't help but sob, "P-p-p-ple-please d-don't! S-s-st-stop!"

The paws slid back a bit, "I'm just gonna take your collar off. I need to check your neck."

I clenched my eyes tight and sobbed and choked up my tears as the paws reached around again. My collar slipped free from my neck as a thumb gently pressed to my neck. Fingers felt around, the pulled away.

"I'm gonna take this tape off you." I felt the paws reach to my wrists. I still couldn't help by cry as the tape was cut away. I quickly brought my arms around to my front, and felt the material draped over my body as my tail was freed. It felt rough on the inside, thin, but I clung to it as tightly as I could as I felt the tape around my legs cut free. I curled on my side, whimpering and shaking.

"Seth...Seth, what did they do to you?" I could finally recognize the voice.

I covered my face with my paw as I turned away, sobbing hard, "Brandon, don't look at me! Please! Please!"

I felt his paw on my side, "Seth, they're gone. Did they hurt you? Show me your face."

I slowly pulled my paw away, showing my swollen black eye, and burning red cheeks as I sobbed.

"Oh fuck, Seth...we need to get you to a hospital." His paws reached down to button up the coat he had draped over me. "Stay there, I'll get your stuff."

He left for a bit. I opened my eyes again. My vision was still incredibly blurry, I could barely make out my paw in front of my face. I squinted as I looked around. I turned over, watching the figure I could only guess was Brandon picking up torn bits of my clothes. I saw my bag a few feet in front of me.

"B-brandon..."

The figure stops, "I'm right here."

"In my bag...get-"

"I got it." Brandon kneels down in front of my bag and digs around. He sits on the ground next to me, and hands over a big stuffed teddy bear. I pull it into the closed coat, holding it tightly against myself. I look up to see Brandon looking off to the corning of the building, "Back up, everything is fine. Ask Marcus what I did to him, and I'll do the same to you if you get any closer." I slid my arm out of the coat, and laid it in front of him. He gently scooped up my paw in his.

"Brandon...thank you..." I nearly whispered.

"Don't worry, Seth. I'm not gonna leave just yet." He scoots towards me a bit. "Sit up, let me take a look at you.

I slowly sat up against the wall, still covering myself with the coat. "D-don't. I...I..."

"Seth, I won't hurt you, you know that. It's not like I haven't seen someone else naked before. Show me, please."

I sniffled, and began to slowly unbutton the coat. I opened it slightly, "Don't let anyone else see."

He holds a side of the coat out, "I won't." He looks over my front, and pushes some of the fur away on my chest, "Ouch, some nasty bruises." He looks down at my leg. "That shouldn't be so hard to fix." He looks up a bit, and stops between my legs.

I quickly cross my legs, "D-don't look...don't..."

"Seth...did...did they...?"

I sniffle, tears streaming down my face as I manage to give a trembling nod, "Y-y-yes..."

He looks up at me, and begins to button up the coat again, "Seth, we really need to get you to a hospital. Here, we'll take my car, I'll help you to it." He helps me stand up, and holds the coat around me as he slings my bag over his shoulder.

"Brandon, I don't want people to see..."

"They won't see...that's why you're wearing my coat. It's long, they won't see a thing, I'll make sure of that." He holds onto my shoulders, "Just keep your head low, don't look up."

I nod slowly, and look down at the ground as we slowly walk around the corner. Brandon looks up and motions with his arm, then he looks back down at me, "Don't worry, I'm right here, I won't let anyone touch you."

As we step onto the pavement, my head still downward, I could see feet. Tons of them, everywhere. I slowly looked up to see the large crowd of students and teachers, all staring at me as I walked through them.

Brandon looks and notices, he turns sharply, "Hey! Quit fucking staring! I'll rip your god damn teeth out!"

Everyone averts, and looks away as we walk towards them. I knew they were staring at me after I passed them, but I knew Brandon wouldn't let them anywhere near me.

We made it through the large crowd to the parking lot. I looked and noticed that there were police cars at the end of the lot. They had Marcus and the group inside them, and I had to look away as I saw their faces. An officer walked up to me and Brandon.

"'s this the boy?" The officer said. I clung to Brandon's side as I looked up at him.

"This is him. I'll be taking him to the hospital." Brandon said as his paw wrapped around my back, lightly holding my opposite arm.

"You will be? Don'tcha want him in an ambulance?"

"No." Brandon snapped, "He's coming with me."

"Fine, fine..."

Brandon ushered me to his car, and helped into the passenger side. He quickly ran around to the other side, and plopped into the driver's side. He started the car quickly, and turned on the AC to a gentle breeze. "Is that good? Too cold?"

"It's fine Brandon...just...let's go..."

He nods, and pulls out of the parking lot. "Look down."

I quickly look down, covering my face as we pass the cop cars. We quickly pull away from the lot, and drive down the road. I watch out the window as we pass cars and buildings. We pull into another parking lot. Brandon helps me out of the car, and walks with me towards the hospital doors. We're greeted by a friendly nurse.

"Welcom-oh! You must be Seth, we got a call from the local sheriff. Don't worry, we'll take care of you."

I look up at her, "C-can Brandon...stay with me?"

She smiles, and nods, "He can be there for every step, it that's ok with you."

I nod, and lean into Brandon's shoulder, "I'd like that a lot..."