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"That's right." The bull, Greg, smirked. Malakye turned to look him looked him in the eye for the first time and Greg punched him in the gut. Malakye cried out and doubled over, falling to his knees. Malakye's body was still pretty tender after the beating he took a few days ago at the hands of the street gang. The three jock chuckled loudly, the bull grabbed Malakye by the scruff of the neck and pinned him to the wall with his arm across his throat. "Well then fag, what do you think of that huh?" He struck Malakye across the muzzle and let him fall to the floor. His punch was strong but lacked any real killing intent. Malakye had been in plenty of fights in his time on the streets, this guy was used to his victims not fighting back, that was evident but Malakye wasn't going to let himself be intimidated. Shakily he stood back up, the three of them stopped laughing.

"Want some more huh?" Greg smirked pulling his arm back again, he moved slowly, thinking Malakye was just going to stand there and take it. Seizing the moment Malakye quickly brought his fist up, connecting with Greg's chin. Greg let out a grunt of surprise and his head snapped backwards, his body hitting the ground like a ton of bricks. His two lackeys were quick to grapple Malakye and pin him to the wall. It took Greg a minute to recover and climb back to his feet, shaking his head as if trying to work out what the hell just happened, his lip was bust and a slow trickle of blood ran down his chin. Before Greg could do anything else the locker-room doors opened, a large, black stallion wearing the same school sports jacket as Greg and the others walked out. All three of my attackers stopped, the two canines looked at the stallion with a hint of fear while Greg turned to regard the stallion with indifference, the stallion himself stood there for a moment as he took in the situation.

"What the fuck is going on here!?" The stallion bellowed with authority.

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"This little punk hit me Bruce. No provocation or nuthin'!" Greg declared, turning to point at Malakye with a snarl.

"Yeah, I'm sure." The stallion, Bruce, replied sarcastically. "I can believe that this skinny punk decided he could take on the three of you. Don't take me for an idiot Greg! Now, if you don't want me to report you were fighting to coach you'd better get your tails outta here pronto!"

"Tch... fine." Greg grumbled. "Come on guys, lets get the hell outta here! This isn't finished." He glared at Malakye, thrusting his finger in his direction. His lackey's released their hold on him and followed Greg down the hallway. Once the three of them were out of sight Malakye let out a sigh of relief and slumped against the wall, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

"Hey you okay?" Bruce asked worried.

"I'll be fine." Malakye grunted through the pain. "I've had worse than this."

"You're Malakye right?" Bruce asked. Malakye looked up at him and nodded, a little confused how he knew who his name. "I'm Bruce, Michael's friend. Michael told me about you. I'm giving the pair of you a lift home." He remembered Michael telling his mother that a Bruce was going to give them a lift home.

"Th-an-ks." Looking up at Bruce Malakye realised just how big he actually was. Compared to Greg, Bruce was enormous. He stood nearly a foot taller and was a lot more muscular than the Bull had been, he must have been nearly eight feet tall.

"No problem. Greg's an ass, he's a good player so he gets off with a lot of shit. Why was he harassing you anyway?"

"S-said he d-didn't like fa-gs c-comi-ng r-ound to s-tare at h-his ass." I chuckled.

"Fucking ass! I assume it was you who busted his lip?" Malakye smiled at the memory and nodded. "Nice one. Not many people would stand up to Greg like that."

"W-well, the big-ger they are t-the har-der t-they f-fall." Malakye's comment made Bruce laugh and he slapped him on the back, hard. Malakye almost fell face first from the blow. He knew it wasn't meant to hurt, more than likely Bruce just didn't know his own strength, but in any case Malakye winced as he hit a tender spot.

"Oh shit sorry!"

"It's all r-right." Malakye assured him. "I'm j-ust a l-little t-tender." The locker room doors opened out walked Michael. He saw Malakye's pained expression and immediately his smile fell and was replaced with a worried expression, his ears falling flat in worry.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked panicked.

"He'll be fine." Bruce assured him. "Greg, Max and Dale were giving him a hard time when I came out."

"Bastards! Did they hurt you?" Michael growled.

"J-just a c-cou-ple of h-its."

"Yeah, only Malakye here returned the favour and laid Greg out!" Bruce said pridefully and rested his hand on his shoulder.

"You did?" Michael asked, his ears perking up in surprise. Malakye just nodded. "Well shit! Wish I'd seen that."

"In any case lets get you guys home. I don't know about you two but I'm starving." Bruce announced and began to walk down the corridor, his hooves clunking against the floor echoing down the empty hallways, Michael and Malakye followed him. They made their way to the parking lot towards the biggest pick-up truck that Malakye had ever seen. There was plenty of space for six regular sized furs to sit in the cab, it was spacious enough to allow Bruce's massive frame to fit with ease. Malakye sat in the front, between the two muscular jocks. They both chucked their sport bags into the back seats. The truck was brand new, like it had just rolled off of the production line. The engine roared to life and Bruce slid into gear and took off at speed.

"So what's your story Malakye?" Bruce asked. "Michael didn't go into details, just said you were a friend who was staying with him for a while."

"Bruce!" Michael began to interject.

"It's f-ine."Malakye told him but Michael still looked unsure. "I go-t att-acked by a s-tree-t g-ang the o-other day. M-michael's f-father f-ound me."

"No shit!" Bruce said shocked. "So wait, how come you're staying with them?"

"W-well... tr-uth is...."Malakye replied hesitantly, Bruce seemed trust worthy. " I'm h-ome-less. H-henry w-as n-ice en-ough to let me st-ay whi-le I re-cover."

"Wait... what?" Bruce seemed to have a little problem processing what I had just told him, his ears were twitching in confusion.

"Just let it drop Bruce. I'll explain it to you later."

"Well okay. But shit man, sounds like you've had it pretty rough."

"Th-ere are o -others wor-se off t-han me." They didn't talk after that, the rest of the journey was spent in silence.

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After being dropped off at Michael's house by Bruce, Malakye and Michael's noses were assaulted by the smell of food, it was enough to make their mouths water and their stomachs grumble in anticipation. Michael dumped his bag by the stair and ran into the kitchen.

"All right! Spaghetti and meatballs!" He cheered enthusiastically. Malakye giggled at his excitement but stopped when he heard the front door open behind him as Sara walked in, still wearing her cheer leader uniform. Malakye couldn't help but notice how good she looked in it, the short skirt flashing her underwear if she did anything more than a simple walk. She looked at Malakye and he blushed, thinking he had been caught staring at her. Sara had seen him staring but didn't let on and just smiled at him as she sauntered past, her tail arching behind her.

"God I'm starving!" She exclaimed as she entered the kitchen "Out of the way Jock!" She snarled as she barged past Michael who was blocking the doorway.

"Damn cheer leaders! Think they own the world but they have less brain cells between them that a glass of water."

"At least I don't get off on getting my ass slapped in the shower."

"At least I don't get off on waving some pom-poms around like a 5-year old." The pair of them went on and on at each other, neither of them displaying any real malice towards each other. It seemed liked this was a well practised routine that the pair followed.

"That's enough you two." Louise interjected. "Set the table for dinner Sara. Michael help your sister."

"But Mom!" The pair of them moaned in unison like a pair of little cubs.

"No buts! Just do it!" Louise said with authority, neither one continuing to argue. "How was your day Malakye?"

"F-ine."

"That's good. I hope you're hungry." Malakye nodded and Louise smiled before turning her attention back to the boiling pots. Malakye headed into the living room where the twins were sitting on the floor in front of the T.V., watching a cartoon of a house cat chasing a mouse, the mouse always managing to escape by dropping an anvil on the cats head.

"Hi Mr Malakye." One of twins said when they saw him approach. Malakye smiled and waved in return before taking a seat on the couch. The twins climbed onto the couch and sat either side of him and leant against him, returning their attention to the T.V.. Malakye couldn't help but smile, he was being accepted by this family, it filled him with a feeling of warmth that he had forgotten he could feel. Malakye thought about his time with the Prides, it reminded him of what a home should be like, he hadn't experienced this since before his parents had died suddenly in a tragic accident. This resulted in him going to live with his uncle, who didn't want too care for him, only agreeing to it for the money. Malakye didn't have time to dwell on his thoughts as sleep took hold of him.

A short while later Henry arrived home. He was immediately greeted by his two youngest who shouted and waved to him from the couch. He walked over and gave both Lisa and Elisa a kiss and a cuddle, noticing the sleeping dragolf who was snoring quietly between them. Smiling to himself Henry made his way into the kitchen, where he could smell Louise's famous spaghetti and meatballs.

"Hi Honey!" Louise smiled as saw Henry enter the room. They leaned across the counter top to give each other a quick kiss.

"Hi." Henry said seductively wiggling his eye brows getting a giggle from his wife. "Smells good, I want nothing more than to sink my teeth into it... the food smells good too."

"DAD!" Sara exclaimed. "Eww!" Sara's reaction getting chuckle from both her parents.

"I'm just about to put everything on the table, go get everyone else."

"Sure thing." Henry smiled heading back into the living room, slipping off his suit and tie went. "Come on girls, dinners ready!" Henry announced standing at the living room door.

"Coming!" The twins called back, jumping from the couch and running to the table. Malakye remained where he was, asleep on the couch. Henry walked over draping his suit and tie over the back of the couch and gently shook Malakye's shoulder.

"Huh?" Malakye awoke with a snort, his bleary eyes looking round the room until the came to a rest on Henry who was standing above him.

"Dinners ready sleepy head." Malakye nodded and stood up, stretching as he did and yawned with quiet growl before following Henry into the kitchen. As Malakye walked into the kitchen everyone else was seated apart from Louise who was pouring drinks for the twins. Malakye ambled sleepily to his chair between Michael and Henry where a full plate of spaghetti and meatballs were sitting ready for him. The meatballs were very large, slightly larger than an apple and they sat haphazardly atop them mound of spaghetti and looked like they might roll off at any second. The smell was mouth watering and everyone at the table was already digging into their food.

"Michael Pride!" Louise snapped, everyone turning to Michael to see numerous strands of spaghetti hanging from his maw, his mouth chocked full of food. "What have I told you about manners at the dinner table!?" Michael mumbled something completely incoherent, several drops of sauce flying from his maw as he attempted to speak round the copious amounts of food he had shoved into his maw.

"Henry talk to your son!" Henry looked up from his plate and was in the exact same predicament as Michael and began to mumble through his mawful of food and wagging his finger at Michael in a poor attempt to scold him. The twins were giggling at the scene and Sara had a big smile on her muzzle a while Louise just shook her head in despair.

"Like father like son!" She sighed, "Don't expect me to help either of you if you start to choke!"Louise said sternly as she took her own seat. Michael and Henry exchanged looks which could only be assumed were meant to smiles while trying to hold in the huge amount of food in their maws.

"Ma's meatballs are the best!" Michael exclaimed to Malakye, somehow managing to have swallowed his mawful of food, the fur round his maw was dyed red from the sauce. "Wait till you taste them!"

"Thank you Mikey." Louise replied, "While I appreciate the fact you enjoy my cooking, I'd prefer if you didn't eat like a feral animal." Louise said with a stern look at her son. "Malakye I hope you don't follow him in his mannerisms." Unsure if he was meant to respond to her comment, he stayed quiet, taking the time to cut into one of the meatballs on his plate and put some in his maw. It was delicious, the subtle herbs along with the sauce was almost divine, the meat itself just seemed to melt in his mouth.

"It's good isn't it?" Michael asked., Malakye nodded in agreement as he continued to chew. After that things settled down and everyone made small talk about their day. Louise apparently had to help with a gunshot victim from a bank robbery at the hospital. Louise was a nurse at one of the hospitals in the city. Henry was a lawyer and took on all the more unusual cases for his firm. He didn't go into details but what he did say intrigued Malakye. The twins told everyone that some boy at their school was dared to eat a worm and he did, they thought it was disgusting but really cool at the same time. Sara decided that she had eaten enough spaghetti right after that, making a face of absolute disgust.

"What about you honey?" Louise asked Sara.

"Nothing special. Tilly finally got up the nerve to ask that boy she's had a major crush on if he'd go out with her. She was so happy when he said yes."

"That's nice." Louise replied with a smile.

"Really? Who's that?" Michael asked.

"Robbie Furlong. One of your team mates."

"Seriously?!" Michael exclaimed. "You know he's a womaniser right? He'll bed her and then throw her to the curb just like every other girl he's gone out with."

"Michael!" Louise exclaimed.

"But it's true ma! In fact he's already seeing Gabriel and Nicole and now he's going to go out with Tilly."

"NO WAY!" Sara shrieked. "I've got to warn her!" Sara jumped up from her seat running from the room to warn her friend.

"So Malakye how was your day?" Louise asked, obviously trying to get the conversation to go a more pleasant direction. "Anything interesting happen?" Malakye was happy that he had just placed a large chunk of meatball into his maw to buy himself some time. He decided that it was probably a good idea not to mention the fact that he and Michael had showered together, had sex and wore Michael's collection of female undergarments. He also decided to forgo mentioning the minor altercation he had with the bull from Michael's team, Greg.

"No-th-ing spec-ial."

"Did you have fun watching Michael practise?" She asked, Malakye nodded. "I'm sure the fresh air did you some good, but make sure you don't tire yourself out. Did you meet any of Mikey's team mates?"

"Ju-st B-ruc-e."

"And Greg!" Michael added with an angry tone. "That bastard...."

"Michael! Language!" Louise scolded.

"Sorry... he picked a fight with Malakye while I was getting changed."

"Oh goodness! Are you okay honey?" Louise asked. Malakye nodded, blushing hard and slightly annoyed at Michael for bringing the whole thing up.

"You seem to get into fights a lot Malakye." Henry commented.

"N-ot in-ten-tion-ally." Malakye replied, looking down at his plate to avoid eye contact.

"Yeah apparently Bruce got their just before it got serious. Malakye apparently laid out Greg after he hit him." Malakye cringed when Michael said that part.

'Great, now they'll just think I'm some thug.' Malakye thought to himself

"Isn't Greg that bull on the team?" Henry asked. "And you laid him out Malakye?" Malakye didn't look up, he just sat their afraid to move, afraid that any motion would make the situation worse. He was waiting for them to tell him to leave, to get the hell out of their house and to never come back.