1 - Apocalypse

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#1 of Christy

A disastrous moment in a young girl's life that changes everything. Written 2001


"Dad, we're home!"

"Good to hear, sweetie. Who's with you?"

"Christy's here. We've got a project to work on."

"What are you two up to?"

"We get to design an ad campaign to encourage multi-species unity."

"Alright. Well, keep it quiet for a while. I have a little more work to do."

"No problem, dad."

The young girl led her friend towards a back room to start their project.

"Dad! Why does she have to bring that bitch here?"

"Watch your mouth, young man!"

"It's what she is!"

"Jake! I think you need to apologize."

The young fox girl spoke up, "It's alright, Mr. Cohen. I understand that some people have difficulty seeing people for who they are rather than what they are."

"It's not even a person. Can't you see?!" The teen snatched his hat from the counter, "I'm outta here." He slammed the door as he stormed out the back.

"I'm sorry, Christy. Jake has been in a mood lately."

"It's not your fault, Mr. Cohen. Besides, it just gives us more insight to help with our project."

"Well, I do wish you luck with it. It would be nice to have some peace. Speaking of, I need to get this finished."

"Alright, dad. We'll get started on our own work."

The two continued to the other room.

A few hours later...

"Alright girls, time to call it a night. It's getting dark outside."

"Already?"

"Yes, June. Call your brother for dinner and I'll take Christy home."

"I can walk, Mr. Cohen. It's only a block."

"Are you sure? Well, hurry home before your parents start to worry."

"I will. See you tomorrow, June!"

The young girl waved as she typed a message to her brother on her phone.

Christy headed out the door and followed the walkway to the street. She followed the sidewalk and crossed the street, careful to look both ways. As she walked past a car parked beside the curb, something came out of the bushes and slammed her into it. She tried to scream, but her breath was gone. She gasped for air and someone shoved a stick in her mouth, holding her tongue down. She tried to look around, but saw only shadowed figures as a sock was pulled over her muzzle. Her wrists and feet were bound and they picked her up. She tried to scream, but it sounded nothing more than a whimper. They carried her into a nearby house and threw her roughly onto a sofa. She curled up, tucking her tail under her and looked around. They were boys, older, but not much. Probably from her school.

"Alright, Jake, what do you want to do with her?"

Jake? The young vixen's eyes went wide as she recognized her friend's brother.

Jake paused in thought; then collected himself, "She's an animal. Animals don't belong on the furniture."

"You're right," one of the other boys said and shoved the fox girl to the floor.

"They don't wear clothes, either," another boy chimed in as he ripped the buttons off her sundress and struggled to pull it off her while she clutched to it and sobbed in fear.

The boys became silent and stared at her naked body and she became even more afraid. Their eyes changed from maliciously playful to hungrily lustful.

"Man, I expected them to look more animal like. Y'know, a dozen nipples on her belly."

"Yeah. She's almost hot."

She whimpered and prayed for something to end this before they got what they wanted.

"What else do animals do?" a large boy asked suggestively.

"They eat, they shit..."

"They fuck," the large boy interjected and smirked at the fox on the floor.

Christy gasped and tried to curl into a ball with her tail tight between her legs.

"What'dya say, Jake, a little lesson to teach her her place? You can have first go at her."

Jake looked up at his friend, "I think I can go for that."

The other boys cheered and started to pull the fox to lay her out, but the large boy stopped them, "Let Jake choose how he wants her."

Jake knelt down beside her and touched her side, she shuddered at his touch. "It's soft."

"Should feel good, then. Right, Jake?"

"Yeah," Jake looked at the fox girl trembling on the floor and slowly pushed her knees down.

"She's got some nice tits, if she'd learn how to shave," the large boy joked.

Jake cupped her breast, then ran his hand down her soft furred belly and tried to touch between her legs. Christy pulled her legs back to her chest and looked at Jake pleadingly.

"Looks like she wants it like a dog, Jake."

"Let's lean her over the arm of the sofa," the large boy shouted and the other boys picked the fox girl up, throwing her roughly over the arm.

Christy cried and held her tail down between her legs, clinching every muscle in her body and wishing she had some magic shield like in cartoons.

Someone grabbed her tail and yanked it up to her neck, holding it against her back, "There you go Jake. She's all ready for you."

Christy whimpered and felt more vulnerable than she ever had before. She wanted to disappear. She wanted to be home, safe. She wanted Jake to know better and not go through with it.

"Let's see if I can keep interested in this bitch," Jake said behind her. She could hear some apprehension in his voice and wondered if he was having second thoughts.

One of the boys piped up, "Just imagine she's Cindy Walace and you'll have no problem"

"Oh yeah, that'll do it."

She felt something press between her legs and clinched tight, whimpering and trying to keep him out. She bit down hard on the stick and let loose a scream into the sock as she felt him break through. Three pains washed over her and tears filled her eyes.

Everything went silent.

The pain disappeared and she felt numb. All she could feel was his body rocking hers and his fingers brushing through the fur on her back.

Then he said something and stopped. He grabbed handfuls of fur on her hips and pulled. She felt a warm wetness fill her and he leaned over her back, running his fingers through the fur on her sides.

Sound returned and she heard the boys laughing

"Feel better now, Jake?"

"Damn, that was good," Jake lifted himself off her back and she felt him slide out of her, the warm wet dripping down her leg.

"Oh shit, you broke her," a boy shouted.

"Just her cherry. Lucky you, Jake."

A watch started beeping, "Fuck, I gotta get home."

"Yeah, let's clean up here and get rid of her."

Christy felt something cover her rear and felt thankful.

"We can't kill her," Jake objected.

"I didn't say anything about killing her."

The large boy leaned down to talk in her ear. "We just kick her out the door. She won't say anything, 'cause she knows she can't get us all. There will always be the one she missed to shut her up if she tries." His words reverberated in her head. She tried to close her ears, but the words repeated.

"Zip it up man, none of the rest of us is interested."

Someone stuck their hand between her legs and used whatever was covering her to wipe her clean. Christy whimpered and felt even more violated by the careless touch. Her feet were cut loose and she was yanked upright. They cut her paws free and shoved her sundress and bag at her. She clutched them tightly as they roughly shoved her out the back door, slamming it behind her.

She stood there a moment, in stunned silence. She looked back at the door; then bolted away, running as fast as her paws would move her. Tears flooded her eyes as she fled. She heard a rustling behind her and suddenly wondered if they were chasing her. She tried to look back and stumbled, dropping her things as she fell to the ground.

Looking around, she saw no one and pulled her legs to her chest, sitting naked in the grass and sobbing to her knees. She lifted her head and looked at her dirtied bag and torn sundress lying on the grass in front of her. She wondered what she would tell her parents. She couldn't tell them what happened. The only one she recognized was Jake. She wasn't even sure how many there were. If she said anything, one of the other boys would come after her and she didn't want anything worse than tonight to happen to her.

She crawled over to her sundress and picked it up, examining the damage. It could be fixed, but not until she got home. She would still have to get past her parents and they would expect her to sit down for dinner as soon as she got in the door. How would she explain how long it took her to get home?

She grabbed her bag and dusted it off. She pushed through some bushes and back to the sidewalk. Getting home wouldn't be much problem. Some hybrids didn't wear clothes most of the time, but her parents would expect her to still be wearing her new sundress. It's not new anymore. She wasn't sure she wanted to fix it, but tonight it would have to survive long enough to protect her from those boys. Just through dinner.

She stopped at the front door and took breath. She put her bag down quietly and slipped the sundress over her head. She tried to pull it together over her chest and was thankful they weren't bigger. She looked through her bag for something to help and found some paperclips. She was sure her mom would notice, no matter what she tried, but she used the clips to replace the buttons, anyway. She picked up her bag and took a breath, hunching forward and hoping not to pull the front of her sundress apart.

Christy opened the door and stepped inside. Her mother was sitting at the kitchen table, reading. She looked up and smiled at her daughter, "Your father will be a little late tonight. There was a meeting at the university, something about the 'scholarships for descendants' policy. He shouldn't be much longer, so we'll just have dinner when he gets here."

Christy stood by the door, stunned for a moment.

"Everything alright, sweety?"

"Yeah. I'm fine," Christy lied. "I think I want to take a bath before he gets home."

"Alright, just be quick about it. He won't be long."

Christy bolted up the stairs and ran to her bedroom, quietly shutting the door securely behind her; then leaning against it for a moment. She tossed her bag on the floor and pulled the sundress over her head, throwing it with an angry grunt at the trash can by her desk.

She looked down between her legs, staring at the blood on her white fur. She grabbed her running pants and a big shirt and headed for the bathroom. She turned on the hot water in the bath tub and plugged the drain; then stared at her reflection in the mirror while the tub filled.

Everything was still her: her eyes, her ears, her fur, her neck, her chest, her arms. She just didn't feel like her. She felt as if her insides had been hollowed out, her humanity torn away, leaving nothing but the fox shell.

The steam began to swirl around the room and she turned to the tub. She turned off the water and slowly dipped a foot into the tub. It was too hot! But that's what she wanted. She bit her tongue and stepped in; quickly sitting down. The water was hot between her legs, she rubbed her paw there, pulling herself open as much as she could and trying to push the hot water inside. Then she curled up and sat back, hugging her tail to her chest and sobbing softly.