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Jeremiah Nighthopper

He was not overweight, yet. The mirror was trying to convince otherwise, along with that culprit, the scale. Turning for the dozenth time, his sigh filled the silent burrow causing a jump, forgetting he was all alone. The shorts would have to do. Grabbing a vest of leather, carefully sliding it on top sensitive fur, and quills was always a chore. Causing any such disruption in his sensitivity could erect natural defenses and ruin his clothes. Absolute calm was essential.

Work was about to begin in a while, the dawn was shining just outside as the nights' cold dew misted away from the warmth of light. Sparking a flame for a candle and some incense, Pique got into position, adjusted his tail for comfort, eyes gleaming into the flame. Like outsides' mist, the Nagchamba incense smoke curled around the room looking for a place to go. With deep breaths, the calm came as the burrow home slowly faded from awareness. Scent thickened of the otherworld as the mind drew in on itself. Pulling him deeper into unfocused mind traveling.

As if to blanket the porcupine, meditation smoke coiled around, the candle flame grew some, and even the morning birds had a silent respect. The world was still. Time did not exist, the life as Pique knew, was no more.

On a hill of soft, dark, lush grass, Pique walked slowly upwards. The breeze rearranged anything he might have disturbed. Bordered by miles of thick forest, the sun made the greens so vibrant it almost caused sight problems. Birch, balsam, and cedar rode on the wind filling his deep intake, and it all became harmony. Of all the meditations, this was Piques' favorite. He sat down on top the hill and looked for his peace signs.

A lek of butterflies puffed from the valley, the pinks, reds, oranges, and yellows caressed his eyes. A tear fell to the imaginary earth. Those free creatures as they fluttered careless of what others thought. Their power was to transform from ugliness to beauty. A trait, Pique desperately wanted. More tears came soaking fur, face, and then sniffles started. His focus tried to bring him peace as the formation of those gorgeous creatures made a face of a man showing loving pity to him. The design was perfect in the mind's eye, but the rabble broke, and started to go away.

The sky had clouds now and the wind was picking up, Pike forgot he was in meditation, his thoughts would affect everything. Quickly, he got up, and started breathing deep to find the calm. The trees smells were gone, the grass was there, but he felt nothing in his paw pads. Slight fear came over him that this perfect moment, his wonderful world created, started to fall in opposition.

Cracks of lightning, purple, and tingling struck the forest rim. A once powerful oak was splintered into a spray of tooth picks. Clouds roiled and from the sky the twisting water filled vapors reached suddenly down ripping into the forest earth. Leaf, needle, cone, root, trunk, it all came up in splashes of soil and stone. Growing, as if feeding off the destruction, more spears of heated light exploded the hill's sides. The breathing was not working, his focus was gone, his fear had him now. It was time to go. The gate should come soon as a thought of the door was projected. Normally behind him, turning, sensing his way, but it was down in the valley, in the path of that writhing tentacle of air, ravaging the dream place.

Leaping with all his will he filled with a lightness, a sense of flight, but only floated, like those characters in those movies. Landing, he started to run at the door realizing the twister was closer and pieces of debris were assaulting from all angles, bruising his skin.

Running for it, the gusts met him to keep him now in his own nightmare, but remembering that, bull of a football player, he drew in all his last strength to forced his way into the door way. Flaps of his eyes sprang open, paws were fisted from the anger, fear, and shame in lacking control.

Realizing the sweating, Pique took off his clothes again to shower. Barely enough time to get to work he got under the hot messaging water. Quickly scrubbing with ash soap over his body, adding balsam to remember his peace place.

Towels were for those little to no fur furs. His shower had an exit to the outside drying room lined with rocks that he turned on with a propane heater. The steam was almost instant. A shock for the unprepared, but Pique loved the clean feeling after. Smoothing his quills, still a bit ruffed from the dream, and stretched in the drying room to get the circulation going again.

Back in the burrow he picked out new shorts and even though he never thought anyone would think him sexy, he slid on his mesh, man defining, underwear. Its always at least one moment in the day, he had the confidence of a lion. Wondering what a man like that would need for garments made him flush a bit. Shaking his head, there was no time for that. He finished dressing, got his things, and headed out the door.

In the modern age the world is run greener than ever and the vehicles of fossil fuels are that of the past. The streets were ubiquitous sensors made of CPUs that controlled traffic. The arrow like transports were made to ride on currents of electricity with minimum moving parts of their own. Sensor Transporting Retrieval Electronic Ecological Transference Systems (STREETS) allowed for maximizing transportation time, efficiency, minimizes accidents, and all it takes is a Transport interface with the STREETS.

Getting in his chestnut brown arrow shaped transport, he placed his briefcase down, and the top came over him. The sound proof interior went dark for a moment as the processor recognized the breathing, blood pressure, and breath analysis of Pique. "Good morning Pique, Darlin Kyrlion. Your current mood is slightly stressed and time to arrival at work is required to be maximized. Do you wish to autopilot the route for optimal travel experience?"

Pique pushed the green acceptance button. "Thank you my owner, I'll have you there is a micro processing of wait time." The arrow began to move as the transport sensing his mood created a scene simulation that he had chosen for this stress level, displayed 360 degrees, which included mild sensations such as temperature and humidity changes, audio, and some air pressure to mimic slight breezes. A pond dusk seen is great while he reviewed his notes for work today.

The porcupine was a psychologist. Of course every shrink had their own downs and thus their inspiration for psychology, but he tried to help people where he failed to help himself. The interface with STREETS and transport is so minimal, motion is barely felt, and time seems to zip by as the monitor slowed its display warning to Pique that arrival time would be approaching. He gathered his confidentials into his secured case, paw pressed the lock, and the transport was parked automatically. "We have arrived precisely 3 minutes early and estimations are, you should be right on time for carding. Have a great day Pique."

Walking to the level carrier to get to his floor as the transport started for home. Parking at work was no longer done as to reducing costs in theft, damages, space consumption, and other work liabilities that cost a fortune. Instead business now use the STREETS interface to redirect the transport to the parking place at the home of the owner under the home owner's policies protection. The reduction was amazing and Pique was astounded at the training, equipment, and offices that came about because of the new innovation. There was a glow that surrounded the door of the carrier alerting that his doors would be opening shortly and when they did, his boss was there in his black silk suite. The red tie, white cuffs and gold buckle to match his shined shoes always was intimidating. "Ahhhhh." he purred, "Pique. Just the fur I wanted to see." His paws folded in that, you better listen up look. His smile and mane were always professional where his look was demanding results and dominating. "The Croddle Account?" Pique took a second to register his memory of his list today, that was not on it. "Excuse me sir, I don't understand. Croddle's appointment is not until Hexiday, today is Quarter."

The low growl slowly made the smile vanish. Realizing he was still standing in front of the door as the doors did not close until the weight of the outside step added to the weight inside. Pique unwillingly stepped in and voiced, "69 B-J Orim Division". The lions tail flicked during this short period and as soon as the porcupine thought things were set he continued.

"Have you accessed your audio com?" Pique realized messages weren't checked last night or this morning. The fight with his mother over video com made his head ache so badly he did not work at all, or do anything for that matter. The silence betrayed him. "Then you would have known that Croddle is lost, and I quote "because that god dam shrink doesn't listen, and his head is so full of dreams I don't know what the hell he is saying." End quote."

Pike lowered his head. This was not a good start to the morning. "I'm not exactly sure what he means, but do you believe there might be any way to salvage this?" The smile started to rise again. "Now that is up to you my quilly friend. Croddle has been a patient of this firm for 10 years, and when you took over last year when Ducksworth passed on, his account filled with phone calls of complaints and requesting you be audited. How do you explain this?" The door was glowing, but Pique knew he was not getting away. "Sir, if you don't mind, could we finish this in the meeting room in 15 minutes? I have to card in and make my scheduler views."

He folded his paws again and the smile brightened even stronger. "10 Minutes." Door opening, they both got out and Noli walked through the Orim division looking over his fellow fur peers and greeting them as nothing was out of place. A great business model. Quickly carding in, now 15 minutes late, he opened his office door. Hologram Secretary came online on entrance. "Good morning Pique. I've taken the liberty of optimizing your schedule today and its outline is in hardcopy off your SHEET."

"Thanks Brullan." The male bull hologram went off line as his second office was accessed and there as promised, printed off his SHEET, was his day's schedule. SHEET was very handy for efficiency. Security Hardware Ecological Encryption Tile is a bio-chemical sheet of what looks to be plastic, but with in the hour it will start to disintegrate. More accurately, it will vaporize into the air. It is strictly nitrogen, carbon, and oxygen based, and each day when they are gone, they leave a magnificent scent. Today was booked solid.

"Brullan!" The secretary came online by the door strolling in. Not necessary for a program, but psychologically it is more comforting to see the approach rather than suddenly appear. "Yes sir." He appeared to have note book and pen in hand. Another out of date image, but it suggests the program is ready to take notes. "I need a half hour in 3 minutes, Patient A is Mrs. Henrietta, please make her comfortable, and ask her about her father's event, if she has made any progress. I will return after my meeting with Nilo." Notes down, the program ended. Pique took a breath and stepped towards his boss's meeting room.

All eyes seemed to know something as Pique went towards the meeting room. No one looked at him, said hi, and even got clear of his path. This was not good at all. His paw opened the door and the visors were up around the drinking area, apparently where his boss was as Pique heard, "That you Pique!?" His tone was tighter, but he made to the room in one less minute than requested. "Yes sir."

"Security, Confidential." The doors behind Pique sealed. The voice protocol was for hardcore information passing and the room was now sound and visually proofed from outside. This was worse than he thought. True Croddle account was a $10,000 credits a week, but there were other clients of his that were up there at around $5,000 that have been just fine with him. Of course Croddle was a crocodile who was recovering from eating his family, but that is no facture in his evaluations by what it seems.

Standing at the door Pique did not know what to do since his boss was no where to be seen. "Come over here Pique. Our discussion is going to be a heavy one." When the porcupine came around the visors, his boss, muscled, oiled, and tattooed up and down with scenes of bondage, rape, and domination was posed there. His flesh flexed as he drank a liquor on the rocks, smoothly. Pique could not help himself. This was like a dream. But he also felt dirty from the thoughts that swam up from his libido. His ego over rid his super ego common sense. Ethics, morality, and simple integrity burned to a boil and started to evaporate.

"You see Pique. I know you and I are the same." His slow advance made the porcupine even smaller. "We are the only two males with male secretary programs. We live alone." He was almost there. Liquored breath, shiny, his center started to throb. Pique wanted to puke on himself, he wanted to run, but wanting this so bad he almost jumped. The paw on his cheek sent shutters of fear, anger, and shame through him, but more noticeably his growing bulge.

"This case lost, will cost you, but not what you think." His maw could have bitten off his head, but that tissue of red slimy flesh sought his own muzzle instead, like a monsoon overbearing a dam, it entered. Filling him with warmth, drowning out sense of reason, and rising terror. Stricken he stayed right where he was. Even when he found his pants at his ankles, pads rubbing up and down his shaft, already dripping with desire.

Nilo finally let go the embrace and Pique saw he was all ready. He could not talk, could not move, he was bound by this mighty image, this nightmare, and the consequences that would follow. The gold paws placed quick pressure on his shoulders, bringing him to his knees. "Now lets see, $10,000 a week. This means you are mine quill boy." His growl turned Pique off a bit since he was not into the dom thing, but looking up to finally protest, hot prick, slightly barbed was forced into his throat. The meat, so thick, he gagged more than once, but Nilo did not stop the momentum. Down deeper he dug, and slowly out to let his spike tissue tickle Piques' pallet. Grrring each time he ravaged his face, tears started down the pine's cheek and his anger started to grow. He grabbed his boss's thighs and tried to push away, but those paws pulled him malevolently back onto that huge cock. Juices were drooling out the corners of his mouth, down Nilo's balls, and the resistance was enticing to him, harder than ever he pounded.

Pique was loosing breath and he tried to push off. He tried to rise, only to be forced down, he was about to try his last defense which would surely get him fired, he was going to bite. The thought perished as his throat wall was slammed and steaming thick liquid sped down his gullet. The volume of the penis, the semen, the emotion, he could not help himself, his belly lurched and as Nilo came out, Pique vomited everywhere. His boss purred while stroking his still firm dick. The porcupine looked up with those teary eyes, "there is nothing I can do to correct my mistake. But please stop this."

The lion was just the size it was a minute ago, "please", apparently turns him on too. The meeting table became Piques de-manning altar. Careful not to spear himself, Nilo threw the porcupine over the edge of the table. Wind knocked out of him the lion was quick to get into position. "I know you want it. This underwear says it all. Ripped from his thighs exposing his soft fur but, more anger welled as his weight came back into play in comparison to his perfect boss. That burn entering him wiped his mind clear. Still choking on the cum he could not even cry for help, but he did cry. Each and every ramming barge into his ass was another loss of sanity, innocence, and peace. The soreness was awful, the pain excruciating, but as his paws were held down by the raping boss, he did nothing but whimper, and each behavior he displayed for mercy only made Nilo slam harder, become harder, and finally his shoot was so strong, the warmth of it was felt in his gut.

Pique had no energy left. His awful fantasy caught up with him, and even in his shameful moment, bent over that table, covered in all forms of fluids, he was still hard as a tree wanting more. The room spun, but not from this emotional trauma, but the growling boss Nilo who flipped him over on his back. Noticing the porcupine erection, despite the please, he leapt up and onto the table grabbed his subordinate's dick and his anus consumed it. Just like every other part of this employee, it was his now. Pique screamed, cried, he was like a beast, but Nilo smiled, held his paws, and again penetrated his muzzle with his massive tongue. Slamming hard on Pique's cock, Nilo jerked off as he fucked him as hard and fast as possible.

It did not take long after all the dynamic force that just transpired. Shuttering like an earthquake hit him he sprayed inside his boss. In his huge orgasm Nilo roared as his ass tightened around the rodent meat and squeezed everything he could as his stroking climaxed, he came again, a fountain of hot white goo that drenched Pique. Sliding carefully off the porcupine the lion was amazed he got no quills. This was his first porcupine and it was the best thrill of his life. "Now Mr. Kyllis, our meeting time is up." It was infuriating how his temper could be shifted so easily. "You will join me for a shower, then your appointments will continue as scheduled. No more canceling accounts I hope for the future. Have I made my point clear?!" His claw was out, pointed at his throat, and all Pique could do was nod."

Soul shattered porcupine, even in the shower there was no rest, peace, or innocence. Nilo roused him by rimming his tongue into his juiced ass, sucked him dry with his warm, slimmed, rough tongue, and after forced him into another oral spurt. Faster this time, but the lost porcupine went with it and it started to feel good. Another sin to add to his list of harms he has done to himself.

It was impossible to keep the secret. The look on his face, the way he walked, the fact that the porcupine just got out of a shower during an hour long meeting. He had nothing left that he could call his. Pride, courage, morality, all were but memories as is his shattered confidence. The day only underlined this as his clients were noticing his off centeredness, his sporadic emotional responses to their issues, and not well given advice. A couple of patience experiences were mixed in his mind as he told them a therapy and it had nothing to do with the case.

The day was a ship wreck that went down under the ocean, pulled to depths of hell, to be forgotten by the world, and in loneliness for all eternity. Last appointment left and packing his notes for reports, the porcupine secured his office and went to secure his second where Nilo was on the couch waiting. Pique could not meet those unchanged eyes. How can he even do that? What condition could cognitively explain such a beastly thing?

"We have a business dinner tonight, you and I." Surprised and on guard, Pique stood shocked. "You will cook me steak. I like it rare, Kale, with a bit of crisp, and asparagus." The wine that best fits the dish is red, and I trust you have a flavor for wines, so which it is, is up to you. Seven pm, and it will be located at your place." He flipped Pique a card. "Company card for the credits of the meal." He got up and left with not another word. The porcupine was so stunned that he stared at the card, went through what was said, the day almost vanished like a nightmare, but a twisted excitement bubbled.

The purchases at the store were reminders. The red meat, phallic asparagus, and even the curls of the kale made him remember his boss. The wine he chose, was one of his favorites, but it breathed slow allowing for enhancing steak flavors. Dinning alone all these years has made the knowledge of the traditions important.

He was impecable. Dinner was done by 6:55pm and the table was set professionally, "NOT ROMANTIC" he told himself, as he lit the red candles. Sighing at the look of his work, the thoughts he had, the want that swelled. Nilo was not his first, but was a chain link in abusive relationships he always seemed to fall into. Exciting to him for some awful reason, but logically, psychologically, he was so damaged, it has been 10yrs since he even masturbated. The very thought of sex made him want to be abused. But the danger became relevant when his X almost killed him. Everything was going out of control again.

The wetness in his eyes was dabbed away before his door opened to reveal the lion, white suite, red tie, and black belt and shoes. His shirt was a silk black which defined every contour of his body. The compulsion started again as "hunk" was all Pique could think. "Please come in boss" his whisper was shaky and the lion growled very slightly.

"Do not fear me Pique. I like my men a very specific way, and all that will be said, is you are perfect. Your intellect, your organization," motioning his gorgeous burrow so well laid. "I chose you not because of the account loss, but it makes things so much more sexier this way." Remembering the tattoos of domination, Pique understood everything. His hate for himself flooded his stomach more so than for what his boss was doing now. Which was walking the place looking down at everything, even after the compliment, then turning to look at Pique in the eyes. "Dinner's ready I presume?"

The smell gave that much away. Pique nodded and went into the kitchen to begin serving. When food was in place, a true coinsurer's work, Pique tried to control himself and the situation. "If this is a business meeting sir, what is it you wish to discuss?" Placing down his utensils, picking up his wine to wash down the last bite, Pique was studying him when the paw from below pushed into his groin. His boss could definitely feel the hard on.

"Our work relationship does not change Pique. But instead of you just being my employee, you will become my lover. I have many, but there is no getting around that you are my favorite. I have never came so many times, wanted someone so much, as I wanted you. Today proved me that I was right." Leaning forward more his toes gripped the starting to heat flesh and worked on it while he spoke. "There is nothing I won't give to you, but you must give everything to me, and right now, I want it ALL." It was so fast, powerful, raw natural lustful instinct that the porcupine fell back in fear his quills started to spike and loosen blanketing the floor as he crawled backwards. The table was against the wall, food, dishes, glasses, everything. Luckily the candles extinguished.

Snarling he picked Pique up from his pits, dragging him until grips were secure, then lifted him up. The porcupine screamed as he was thrown through the bedroom door opening and by the time he finished his bed bounce, his boss already had his suit top off with just the tie remaining. Teeth flashed as his trained paws and body released his pants just as fast. Pique was rolling out of bed was ready to attack with what was left of his quills. His shame blazed into a forest fire of rage as the storm in this mornings meditation. He hissed and screeched his war cry charging, but Nilo ducked under his soft stomach fur and came up with an upper cut.

The world spun, pain was in his ass, his body had so much weight on it like the earth was swallowing him. Like a volcanic eruption, Nilo hosed his hot stuff into Pique roaring gratification. Nothing was clear and when the porcupine would come too, that pain would surely sting him all over.

A quick shower and dressing Nilo came into the room while Pique was still mumbling incoherently trying to move. "Know this boy. You are mine and any word will not just lose your job. There may be other poor choice consequences to follow." The threat made his sweat freeze over and zooming in on his malevolent face, Pique saw the truth in those insane pupils daring him to challenge it. He could only stare showing nothing but fear. "Take tomorrow off! I will see you next shift after. In my office 15 minutes before card time. Don't worry, you'll be paid."

That viperous spit of words poisoned the porcupines' home, his flesh, his mind. All was torn from him. As water tried to comfort him with cleanliness, his tears did not even wash off. Coiled up, all his quills were lost now. His defenses released them, and only soft fur remained, making him defenseless. Rapping himself into a fetal ball he cried in his terror of tomorrow's light.

Dawn broke and Pique opened his eyes to see the ray of beauty he did not deserve to behold. His routine was slow and lost. It took most the morning to get ready. By lunch he walked the STREETS and landed in a cafe almost across town. Three coffees later there was a strange feeling in the air. Going through all his knowledge of emotions, this was one of those intuitive, weird moments. Looking around cautiously there was a rare vision to behold. A bat was at another booth.

Sipping some tea and reading a paper his glasses fit perfectly on that leaf nose of his. Ears twitched every now and then and his wing hands held his materials while his claws on limbs fed him breakfast. Nature is so beautiful if it can beheld. The outside of his wings were black leather, and like his ears and nose the inside was a shiny gold which almost sparkled. It was perfect with his short, shiny, smooth fur of night, coated with a slight orange under belly which painted all the way under his tail.

"Hmmm". Pique thought bats did not have much for tails. But the figure was wondrous to behold, and that main of fluffy silver that striped down his back popped him as sexy, wise, and all together in the same time. Pique noticed the gold glossy eyes looking at him. The bat folded his paper and motioned the porcupine over. Wanting to talk about anything right now was the first thing on his mind, to get thoughts out of his head. He went over and sat in the booth.

"Hello, my name is Pique." Holding out a paw with what he could manage as a pleasant smile was met with such a calming smile in return. His claw, looking very dangerous, took his paw with such delicate care a sense of gentile love washed through him the tears leaked out with out control. Embarrassed he started to rise, but a wing cautiously touched his shoulder to single him it was okay. The porcupine retook his seat and pulled a chunk of napkins out of the dispenser and started blowing his nose. "I'm sorry sir. You were so polite to invite me over, but I have had a rough couple days. It'll be a minute and I'll be okay."

He did not move. Did not respond. Only watched the soft porcupine purge his inner darkness. When Pique was calming again, his paw almost was done shaking when that gentile claw took his paw into it in sympathy, a tear dropped from the bat's eye as it met the pine's. A connection happened there. Some strangeness that no words were needed. Pique knew everything was going to be fine. All was set. Things were good. Realistically though, it was stopped by that logic.

Turning away with a sigh the bat still said nothing, but showed that the pine was going to learn the hard way. Placing money on the table, Pique snapped back to the moment. "Oh no sir. Please, I took your time, and you sympathized my plight. Please let me pay." Silver smiles melts all troubles. Touching his shoulder again, it was understood, this was his gift, treat, beginning of a new friendship.

The porcupine quickly came out of the booth and followed the bat into the STREET. "Can I at least walk you home?" he shouted at his back. Wings folded to cape around his chest which wore only a vest. Probably the only clothes he could wear with that form. His pants were a dressy silk black and special leather sandals. He had taste whom ever he was. Even the pure silver cane that he walked with having a wolf head gagged with a ball, made him very balanced. Turning, ears twitching, he spoke for the first time. "Pique. Your life is about to change, and if you walk me home, there will be no turning back. Going home, you will be given great things, but with a great price."

Spoken softly stuck the porcupine in a crossroads. "What should I do?" He whispered to himself believing this to be one of those unexplainable psychological life turning points. Scratching his grey fur he did not see the bat come up to him. His claw was out, opened, faced up, waiting his decision.

"You want me to walk with you, holding your claw?" Thoughts of doubt filled his mind. "Well I am blind, and if you are going to walk with me, this is the only way I can know where you are." Huffing a giggle at the cliché and the knowledge that this bat was far from blind. He saw so much more than he let on. Taking his claw he walked with him, "So where do you live?"

The walk went through a park dome, one of the few bio-preserves made to protect forests and animal life. Two species, talking, discussing nothing of what was wrong, not even touching on stressful things in life, just walking. Pique did not know how, but the conversation stopped when the bat halted. "This is me." The porcupine looked at the very small home, modest, and quaint, but by the way the bat looked he did not expect him to live here. "315 Baker St?" Just making sure the bat knew where they were, he nodded to the pine. Not wanting to let go of his claw, it slowly slipped from Piques' paw as he returned his furry digits to the side making his shoulders slump heavy.

"You have nothing to fear Pique."

"Now that our walk is over, I only have my life. That which I wanted to escape."

The bats eyes rose to the sky, mostly clear, the stars were starting to twinkle. "Hope is a short supplied water source. Some day we may all be drunk with desperation, desire, and anguish. If that is all that is left to drink." When he spoke like this, the porcupine was knocked for a loop. "Good night Pique. I wish you luck in what ever you chose to do."

"What is your name?" The most obvious first curiosity asked at the end of the event. He stopped and turned to him. Eyes were blankly looking into his. "Nighthopper". Back to his door, he found the knob with no pause or search. Yes, he truly saw more than he told. Pique reluctantly turned back to his route for home. It would be dark, and it was time to rethink his life before it overtook him. He thought of his meditation place and walked.