Rubbing my face back and fourth over a rough surface, slowly waking up taking in my surroundings. The sun pouring in through the windows, providing warmth the beams settling on the filthy clothed covered floor.

Raising my head up as I slowly remember where I am, looking around as my eyes settle on the mound under the sheets on the bed right next to me.

Hearing the deep low snores the sheets rising up and down with every breath "Officer Max" took.

SHIT, screaming in my head suddenly remember what happened, Falling down at home hitting my head, Waking up here in his apartment falling unconscious again and then being raped, or was it rape. I can't remember it hurt like hell and I remember crying but did I enjoy it in the end? I did promise to serve him better didn't I? Confused I force myself to move ever so slowly dragging my feet out of the bed from under the covers.

My feet touching the floor I raise myself up as the pain throbs through surging up through my legs up my body hitting me like a thousand volts. Biting my tongue as I almost collapse and grab the table beside me to stop me from falling, tears welling up in my eyes as I slowly test my boundaries and stretch my body out.

Trying to stop myself trembling as I scan the filthy room, my senses now working (barely but enough to let me know I'm in trouble). Scanning the room as I smell sex and well basically wet dog! The room is filthy bourbon bottles, glasses, sweaty jockstraps, food wrappers, and lube bottles, old uniforms. Looks like he has never cleaned since he moved in.

Searching through the clothes looking up at the chair and spotting my cummy jocks and clothes, (Memory kicks in again as I remember walking in on him in this room and there he was on the chair in the darkness watching me) shaking my head I sneak over avoiding the mess and pick my clothes up as I slowly slip into them, whining softly as I stretch my legs to pull my jocks and pants up, walking back out the room not stopping as I check on the officer in bed still snoring loudly as I make a beeline out too the hall way.

Eyeing the door to my freedom as I step forward, inching closer and closer, my breathing rapid, sweat pouring off me as I pull my shirt on, every muscle in my body on edge I feel like I want to burst out and cry and scream and hope someone comes to my call, a voice deep low in my guts reasons with me and tells me "no one will come, your on your own you have to do this on your own".

Reaching out for the door handle, breathing a sigh of relief as it turns and opens without a sound, only opening it wide enough so my thick body will slide through as I pull the door behind me and press myself against the wall.

I stop for a few minutes to look around, spying the exit sign I start walking reaching the stair well as I look down. "Shit, no shoes".... Fuck it, mentally kicking myself for not grabbing my shoes or at least looking for them. Taking off down the stairs I swear I heard growling right from the officer's apartment, fear kicking in, I bolt. Taking the stairs 2 at a time my hand sliding down the rail, my breathing rapid short breaths, my head pounding, my body aching screaming at me for a break, I don't cave in, I cant I have to get home and quick.

I push thru the exit doors as I stop suddenly and squint my eyes adjusting to the sun as I look around and notice how quiet it is. I choose a steady quick pace as I take off down the pavement, noticing a few cani-humans out and about but for the moment doesn't see me or if they do choose to ignore me.

Spotting a bus stop I peer at the map and realize I'm nowhere near where I live. Reaching for my pocket, thanking the gods as I pull out my wallet, spotting a cab just across the street I run up to it and knock on the window, as a big meaty well Half human half rottie looks at me and growls under his breath at his dislike for my kind and nods to get in.

"Thanks can you take me to 34th and 12th Ave please" mumbling as I slide into the back seat. He doesn't respond, just starts the vehicle and takes off.

My mind running a million and one thoughts as I look over myself and see I'm covered in dog-human fur and I smell like I've been living with a cani human for weeks. Winding down the window a little bit, I start to shake, as I don't know what to do. The places we are passing I know them, relief floods over me knowing I am close to home I put my head back on the seat and take huge deep breaths as I force myself to relax, the sun hitting my face as I let my shoulders drop and take in the heat the sun is providing me.

Suddenly I'm cold and open my eyes and can't see the sun anymore, instead I see a parking lot and now parked behind a toilet block, raising my head looking at the driver he turns around.

"You smell like you been having sex with a dog boy, and I know you know its illegal to be fucking with our kind don't ya boy", The taxi driver says as he glares at me.

I'm frozen in my spot as I shake I try to think of something to say, as I'm about to open my mouth he jumps in and smirks at me and speaks.

"How about you crawl over the front seat and blow me Boy! I promise I wont tell the cops about the dog you been servicing and yer parents will never find out about yer new love for dog cock hey , what do you say?.

Defeated again, I don't even bother fighting, climbing over the seat as I settle in I look over and already see his pants pulled down and the cab filling up with his scent of sweat and sex. Eyeing his pink tip he growls and puts his black paw on the back of my head and pulls me towards his thickening member.

Shutting my eyes tight as I open my mouth I feel his cock hit my lips as I close my mouth around his thick red cock as I feel him release his grip as I position my self and start bobbing my head up and down.

Hearing him gasp and growl spurred me on, feeling his cock lengthen and thicken tasting his precum as it spurted down my throat. I don't know how long I was at it, sucking his cani-human cock for but suddenly I felt his paws on my head, gripping me tightly and firmly.

Holding my head and thrusting his hips up as he drove his cock down my throat, feeling him drool over my neck his hot breath blowing on me, growling "FUCK BOY, I'm so close I'm ready to pop and yer gunna be a good fuck boi and swallow, aint ya you filthy human cocksucker" grunting myself as I gag hard and try to keep up and relax my throat.

Feeling his cock throb and start blowing his thick seed down my throat I'm forced to stay still all the way on his cock, my throat bulging from the invading member, sweat pouring off my, I'm sure my face is bright red and straining wanting to take deep fresh breaths.

I feel I'm about to pass out when suddenly I'm pushed off as my head hits the door as my head starts throbbing with fresh pain. Coughing and gagging he zips himself up and says "$40bucks kid, hurry up pay me and get the fuck out" without missing a beat I pull the money out throw him a 50 dollar note and scramble for the door handle as I jump out slam it shut and run across the park without getting change or wanting to get my change.

Wiping my face I can sense I'm sobbing and hard, the tears are coming hard and fast, faster than I can wipe them away, I hear the half breeds in the park screaming and yelling at each other as they ignore me. My feet hit the pavement as I run across the street not caring or bothering to look for cars as I run up my steps and push on the door hard, turning the handle, its locked.

Scrambling around the side as I push my gate open and slam it shut, my brain on auto pilot as I fumble to lift the pot plant up and end up picking it up and throwing it to the side, hearing it crack and break I pick the key up that the plant was hiding under it and open the back door.

Once inside I take a minute to listen and suddenly turn around and lock the door, Running to the front of my house and setting the alarm, I spend the next 20 minutes locking every window and door, looking in every room before I settle on the bathroom locking the door as I stop lean against the counter and listen, after not hearing anything I reach into the shower stall and turn the hot water on, The steam filling the bathroom quick as I adjust the temperature and pull my clothes off, throwing them in the trash can, sobbing as I step in, I lean against the wall and sink down to my knees, cradling myself as I rest my head, feeling safe for the first time than I have in the last 24 hours.

Closing my eyes, the warm water easing my aching muscles, the steam relaxing me as I breathe in the warm air.

"I want to go home, I want mum and dad, I don't want to be here anymore," sobbing softly as I let my self relax as sleep takes over me.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

Jolting awake, my legs thrusting out under me as I kick the shower wall "FUCK OW" rubbing my legs as I get up and turn the shower off quickly. Condensation running down the walls of the bathroom from the hot water must have been in here for a while.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

Shaking my head then realizing that's the security alarm, someone is at the door

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

Jumping out I grab a towel and open the door, walking down the hallway, looking at the front door as I notice a silhouette in the frosted glass, Stopping at the kitchen and reaching into the knife block and pulling out a long 11 inch butchers knife, cradling the knife in my hand as I flip it back up along my arm as I feel the tip just rubbing against my elbow as I walk towards the front door again.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

Reaching the door shaking as I manage to hit the button on the alarm, stopping it from going off, as I do that I can see the silhouette move and adjust himself to the center of the doorway.

"wwwwhoo is it?" I stutter out

"Its Thomas here I'm from the immigration support office, I'm yours and your parents case worker, may I come in please" the silhouette announced in a low guttural tone.

Trying to control my shaking I open the draw in the table beside me and slide the knife in and say "I've just gotten out of the shower I have to get dressed but first could you show me your I.D through the mail slot please" stammering as I wait for a reply in which I get none but I hear a shuffling as the mail slot opens and a card is dropped in. Picking it up looking at it I notice the picture and the immigration seal on the card and stare at it.

IMMIGRATION SUPPORT OFFICER

I.D #3349875910-HIO

Thomas Dowling

Class Cani-Shepherd

I.D Expiry 2045 January

Office Location - 45th Avenue

Phone - 99 4725 7319

Eyeing of the credential I slip it back thru and a paw gently takes it and says "If your happy with my credentials, please go get dressed and I shall wait here for your return to let me in if that's no trouble" the soft guttural voice commands.

"Ok, ill be right back" shuddering as I turn around and walk up the hallway, taking a look back and noticing he hasn't moved an inch.

Rummaging through my drawers in my room, swearing as I trip and stumble around my room, pulling on some boxer briefs, and opting for jeans and a shirt with a collar on it to hide the bite marks on my neck and slipping socks over my tender bruised and cut feet and sliding into my sneakers I head back down the hallway to the security alarm and enter in the passcode. Reaching for the door, sighing as I unlock it and open it pressing my self against the door as I stand aside and invite the immigration officer in.

Looking at me up and down as he nods his head and steps inside, closing the door behind him and locking it, I step in front of him.

"You must be Heath, I'm Thomas, nice to meet you again, if you remember we met when your parents first moved and we had our initial meeting downtown" Thomas extends his furry paw, his nails clipped and polished as I reach out and notice my fingers don't even manage to curl around his paws, feeling his soft paw pads on my palm I shudder and nod.

"yyess, I remember sir. If you're here to see my parents they are out of town on the conference as you probably know" not breaking eye contact with him, but suddenly feeling very uneasy I pull my hand away in which he holds tighter, grinning at me then suddenly letting go.

"mmhhmm I remember, I told your parents I would drop in and check up on you and make sure your doing ok" his eyes leaving mine as he walks past me and looks in the living room seeing the mess of computer boxes, and cables and then stops over the half bottle of scotch and looks back at me.

"Had a party did you?" sniffing the air as he catches my downwards look as I look at his paws in which he is standing on and I suddenly catch myself thinking, how I want to be on all fours licking his thick paws, from the tip of his nails to under his and to his thick black pads, Suddenly blushing I snap back from my daydream wondering what is wrong with me as I reply.

"Umm my 18th birthday Sir, after I had a few I decided it was time for bed and only just woken up" (lying) I say without stammering all the way through.

Nodding as he steps through, walking behind him as I side step into the kitchen and point to the kettle as I pick a mug up, he simply nods, as I fill the jug up and turn it on to boil.

"Coffee please, white with no sugar thank you Heath" he smiles at me baring his canine fangs, I shiver in the spot and go about making the cup up as the kettle nears finish to the boil.

"So is there anything I can do for you Sir?" I ask him as I fill the mugs up with boiling water and set the kettle down and start stirring his as I tap the spoon on the edge of the mug I set it up on the bench as I watch him walk over and pick his mug up, the scent from Thomas wafts over to me as I breathe in deeply and my mind wonders to where I want to be cuddled into him and held tightly breathing his scent in.

"Heath? Did you hear me" he speaks softly to me

"Huh? I'm sorry my mind wondered off, what did you say" I quickly answer back as I look up at him as he strides towards me, I instinctively take a step back as he pushes his paw out towards my head.

"NO STOP" I yell and cover my head with my hands, my eyes shut tightly, terror surging through my body, frozen on the spot waiting for the thump and punches to come, after a few seconds, nothing happens I slowly open my eyes and turn my head and look at the surprised Thomas.

"Bloody hell Heath, what on earth did you think I was going to do then? I said before when you didn't hear me, Why is there blood down around your neck" he stops moving and looks at me questioning my outburst with those dark brown eyes of his.

I reach up and suddenly remember my hit on the head last night and haven't had it attended too, quickly replying

"Immm sorry I didn't mean that you would, its just ummm well you see, things haven't been easy and well you know reflexes and such I just assumed something was going to happen which involved me as the punching bag, I'm sorry I didn't mean that you would, and umm the cut on my head well last night I tripped and fell and well guess I didn't check it out" noticing I was carrying on and quite flustered I decided to stop there and see if he bought it.

"Do you have a first aid kit?" Thomas asks, as I nod and tell him it's in the bathroom and he turns around and fetches it, he yells out

"Take a seat at the table Heath ill be right back"

Placing myself at the table along with my coffee I sit down and place my head in my hands and breathe slowly and in deep breaths, I go white and tremble as I remember the clothes in the wastebasket. No No he wouldn't look why bother its just clothes and I told him I showered its ok.

I feel a soft touch on my shoulder as I jolt from my thoughts and turn around to see Thomas standing over me smiling with the first aid kit in the other hand.

"Its ok Heath, I wont hurt you now let me turn the lights on and look at this cut for you" he reaches over and flips the light on as I place my head down and see from under my hunched position on the chair him walking around me as he places the kit on the table opens it up and gets the items he needs out.

"This may sting a little but while help in not getting it infected" he tells me softly as I just nod my head and groan. Hearing the bottle swish around the cap opened and from what I assume pouring it on the cloth he leans over me and says

"Well its not bad just a light cut, good you don't have much hair, cropped hair is always better to go for these days" making small talk as I feel him press the cloth against the cut as I stiffen up and yelp softly gripping the table edges.

"Sorry Heath but I have to clean it, here this will help" he coos to me as I feel his warm breath blow against the cut instantly stopping the pain from the liquid, as I relax and let him clean me up and press the clean cloth to stem the bleeding, once satisfied he backs up and looks at me as I raise my face up and go to speak.

"Thank you Sir, it feels much better, and I'm well sorry again about before I didn't mean that you would hurt me" fiddling with my fingers as I look up at him into his eyes and tell him that.

"Its ok Heath, but I have to say, well I'm concerned about you" he says to me as he picks his mug up and pulls a chair up beside me and sits in it, the wood creaking under the bulk of his body mass.

I don't reply, I grab my mug and slowly take a sip of it, another note I'm realizing is that this is the first thing I have drunk well since I was kidnapped last night, wait was it kidnapped, Officer Max did say he took me to his place cause I wouldn't get help at the hospital but then he raped me, or was it rape. The look of confusion must have been plain as sight to see as Thomas spoke.

"Look heath you can tell me anything, I'm your case worked, and in time hopefully a friend. I'm here to help you through anything and work on a solution to make life easy." He says in his low soft commanding voice.

Tears well up in my eyes, as I start sobbing and put my head in my hands and cry, I don't care what he see's, I don't care anymore I have to let it out I just have to. I feel myself being picked up and next thing I'm cradled in Thomas's lap his arms around me, me nestled into his furry chest as I sob uncontrollably as he rocks me back and fourth, No words are spoken Thomas just lets me cry myself out.

As my crying comes to an end, I'm suddenly tired and close my eyes, and sob softly as I take gulps of fresh air in, mixed with Thomas's scent from his fur I let myself go and quietly doze off, feeling safer than I ever have.

The last words I hear before I sleep are.

"Shhh Heath, Sleep ill stay here for you, Ill be here when you wake up" The words coming from Thomas as I let go.

End Of Part Two.

Wow, its been years since I first uploaded my first story and then my second one and now this one, I hope you enjoy it, I know its only got one sex scene it, But I really wanted to portray poor Heath being alone and isolated in a Half Human Half animal world, cut off and alone no one to talk to. What will happen to him?

I'm currently working on the third installment and I would love feedback and comments, ideas and well looking for a new friend to help proof read for me.

Thanks Guys, Gals, Wolves, Tigers, Lions, and well everyone big hugs.

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