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Warning message is unleashed: The text following contains injuries, deaths, and sex between males, more like raping to be honest! If u can't stand the implies mentioned, or are not a legal aged fur, scale, feather or phin to read this please don't and surely worth mentioning that i am not to be blamed if you do read it. Besides who will ever ask you?! To whoever reads it though have a good time and my hopes for enjoying it.

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Stories from Degilon: Rebirth - Pt1

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Silence emerged in the room as General Himford stood up from his chair. Many high ranks of the army where inside for the meeting, important as it was for putting an end to many battles that took place at that time. Inside around the circle shaped table there existed all types of furs and cetaceans. The general was barking for his ideas protesting against all others that were heared beside his own. It was needed to put an end to the war between the furs and the scalies, long lasting and exhausting, with many loses and without any solution. "We are civilised people here gentlemen! We must acquire some bombs and kill all of them while we can" the labrador barked and punched the table with his fist, stating clearly that there shouldn't even be a discussion for the solution he was offering. None responded in the room, until a phin started talking calmly looking at the General.

She clearly didn't want the war to get out of hand and she trembled a little before speaking her mind. "According to the inteligence we gathered on humans, they almost destroyed the planet four times, using bombs to attack countries and lands as poor as the land of the scalies. Without any fear to you sir, I will not allow my troops to aid you in a battle that can come out of hand anytime passing". All the furries in the room remained thoughtful analyzing the statement of both the General as well as Colonel Crystal's.

"Colonel Crystal, I cannot allow your madness to affect my army" the dog barked angrily pointing the slim phin with his finger. He didn't like the fact that a woman existed among them and more likely she could be promoted to General herself, thanks to her smartness and logic.

"When you asked for our help, you offered us too much General" she said and looked at the rest of the cetaceans standing by her side. "By all means I cannot help you anymore, if the land you are offering is a poluted radioactive hell". She didn't talk anymore, hoping that more people would agree.

A coyote stood up and requested permission to talk. Only after the General granded permission did the coyote start expressing some points against the Colonel "Miss Colonel Crystal, you are losing a big deal here" Crystal looked up at the young lower rank Lieutenant and the coyote continued after he verified she was paying attention to his words. "We have encountered a huge amount of loses the last three months, wether cetacean or furry, we all can die. We are wasting too much money and raw materials on this and the mechanics for our guns had lots of trouble with that magical bomb that was transferred in the factory. I do insist you accept in the use of bombs or our side will be the one losing this war and we might as well lose more than just the lives of some high ranked soldier and politicians".

An orcan male stood up this time, before his colonel could even respond. He was rather tall and bulky, his strong muscles stretched under his shirt, and his deep voice echoed in the room. "This wasn't our war to begin with Lieutenant Borzoth. We entered this battle cause you promised us land and peace between our species. We are not going to participate in the works like yours" He yelled at his last words. He was furious and sick of the furries talking.

"Sergeant Caels, I didn't give you any permission to speak for our account" The phin answered back. She was driven to corner after corner, the furry war men were obviously needing something from them for the construction of the bombs, and they were trying to make her kneel to their will. "Sir General Himford, I am not in authority to speak for desicions like the one you are talking about"

"But, but, General Whes, is injured from the last battle and probably in a state of coma for two weeks now! Desicions must be made and you are the one with the responsibility to answer" General Himford replied. "I understand the emotional shock you must be in, your future husband being in the hospital like this, but you have to answer". He stated and looked around.

"I am so sick of them" Caels thought observing the furries. "Such disgusting species, you should be the first to be killed not the other freaks nature created. Scalies should fall right after you" he thought again and pressed his jaw, looking angily the labrador that talked before him.

"I shall give you an answer to you suggestion within the week" Crystal said dragging the orcan from his thoughts.

"And most of all i hate females that can order around, irreliable females should be watching over their kids, being spread by dicks, not prove theirselves in the battlefields" Caels thought again

"With all the respect my lady, but why should we agree on terms they make?" He yelled outside of his mind.

None talked for a small while, the orca left them speechless. "Sergeant, you better disappear from my sight right now, or I can promise you I will suspend you from your duties!" The Colonel was driven mad and for the first time in that night she was yelling and to her surprise not the the general.

"Do as you like" Caels responded back to her, leaving the room and all the warmen inside of it.

"Quite a troublesome that sergeant is" General Himford whispered and rubbed his chin. "Maybe you should do something for a problem like him" he silently said to the Colonel.

"I shall do something on my behalf about the Sergeant's words, this was most improper by him" she sighed and looked at the door, left open after Caels leaving. "What's the state of the city at the moment?" She asked to change the mood.

A wide smile emerged on the General's face. "Ah, splendit actually. The only people left inside are kids and women and other furrs with special problems. And the taxes got raised smoothly, soon we will be able to foundate a whole new battle" He chuckled of his evil plans

"Being young or a woman, is not a special problem Sir" she said and moved outside of the room, her cetaceans following her and the General and the rest of the furries smiling widely at eachother.

Caels screamed in his cabin, letting his anger grow inside him. He hated all of them, cause they weren't like him or the rest of the males of his species. He was a true believer in the dominance the males should have over females and he was most of addicted in slidding his length inside the cetacean girls. He loved it all, the way he was imagining them, a simply made paradise for the cetaceans. "Do I ask for so much? Just killing furs and scales and fucking any girl I land my sight on" he thought and sighed,pulling his shirt off him to cool a little his black and white skin, gotten warmer so many hard working hours, his shirt having a darker colour from the sweat that got dried up on it.

He stood up and entered the restroom, wetting his face a little to cool himself off. The cold water felt so refreshing on his skin, refreshing his face and making him cheer up a little. He observed in the mirror the male orca that was standing in front of him, with muscles nicely lined on his chest and biceps. He didn't get the chance to mate any woman for what seemed like months, no more than eight days in reality, his job taking the most of him, searching for any type of information about scalies hideouts and their magic. He had killed many of the tortured and interrogated scalies, enjoying himself so much in the proccess, shooting the tied up hostages after endless hours of interrogation. It didn't matter what they were. He wasn't a picky one on that matter, anything male, female or child was good to shoot as long as it wasn't a cetacean and to his dismay a furry.

Suddenly the door knocked and a female voice requested permission to enter. Caels didn't waste time thinking about it opening the door fast, only to find himself in front of Colonel Crystal. "Oh, colonel, it's you" he said and looked quite disappointed, failing to hide his angriness towards her.

"Sergeant Caels, we need to talk" she said and entered the cabin of the sergeant. She couldn't hide her interest in the male very well, his bulky body glistering from the water that was put on it. "How long will I have to bear your behavior Sergeant?" she asked scolding him for the way he spoke to the furries.

"Oh, come on. I know you feel the same like I do" Cael whispered and got closer to Crystal getting one hand around her waist, bringing her breast closer to his chest, a soft whimper left the Colonel's chest at the feeling of male touching her. She didn't have any action other than battles herself for nearly two weeks, and the musky smell of the Sergeant drove her sences over the egde, she almost instinctly moved her hands to explore the male's body. Her hands made all their way from abs to head, making Caels whistle a little from her touch and she became arroused from his body. She carefully picked his neck and brought her lips to his, kissing him with great lust and passion, enjoying the wamrth of his tongue, her body screaming for her to continue, to please its needs.

Her brain was numb and she required time of kissing to understand what she was doing, and what she was about to do. "Oh no, we must not. Whes will be waiting for me" She whispered with a trebbling voice and pulled away from the killer whale. She tried to calm herself, quickly catching up with reality, her mind lost in her fantasies. She looked the Sergeant significantly strick, immediately enlarging the distance between them. She was after all alot more superior to him. She was his colonel.

"Sergeant Caels, what was neccessary to inform you about is that your suspendance is up. Please leave the building without any force to resist, and go to the house mentioned on this paper. I hope that there you might become something better and return to us as a better man" she couldn't look at him in the eyes. She tossed him the sheet and walked away. She was about to betray her love, for the urge of the moment. Caels looked at her leaving, for once at least exposing her female nature to him. She was kind, but not a fool that was for sure. And he wasn't in a good position to argue. "At the very least I can give some happiness at the whores of this city" he said to himself with a pain running through his heart, being force to leave, even for a little while, what he loved most in the world: War.

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The bulky cetacean walked inside the alleys of Degilon. The night was young and the soft moonlight lightened his path to the house he was given. It was one of the worst suburbs of the city, the smell of rubbish filling the air and his lungs and the sound of the poor families made that peacefull night a carnival. He hated everything and he cursed his Colonel for what she did to him. How dare a female order a man. And suspended also meant he didn't get his chance to torture and interrogate, the feeling of causing pain and suffering already missed in his heart. And his need for a female was so great, again cursing Crystal for not leaning down with him. He was now walking in the roads and streets of the furries capital, disgusted by the idea that the furs had evolved so much compared to the other species. He was looking jealously at the technology they had created, improved guns, lamps, televisions, anything from most dangerous to innoecent, the furries had it better made.

He moved between thugs and drug sellers, whores and homeless people, the creatures that lured in the night, each one of them with his pain to live with, each his own sins to commit, or if innocent, never get many chances to live. People poor, die on the street, none really caring about them, their corpses leaving no tears behind, noone loved them, or knew them in order to mourn for their loss. And those dedicated few, who still tried to live in tribes and small groups, God how much can they be helped? Tears falling from their eyes for what reason? Is it the loss of a friend, the knowlegde that they shall follow his steps and one day die a death being in vain? Or is it that people so poor, with money so little lacking basic need for water and food, will never have a proper grave. Graves made by the hands of the homeless, the last proof of their love, a hole on the ground and the dead body, left inside alone, with prays to rest in peace and find in the afterlife, all that he lost in the realm of the living. Graves so vurnerable opened the other day from beasts and others, poor as they are, in search for something with value or an eatable part.

This orca couldn't trust God anymore, in the battlefield, in his work, the devil lied, waiting for the next one that will fall for his trap. The screams that echo in Caels mind are some so strong ones created by people so little, so vurnerable. Because of his hands many kids have been slaughtered, because of his lust many women were raped, because of his mind, twisted as it was since he was recruited from his childhood, the sight of war changing it, making it what it is today, many people have suffered. "God has abandoned you scums, when i kill any of you, as loud as you cry or scream or beg for me to spare your pathetic existances, never have i seen one getting away nor God saving him" his mouth talked on its own, the sight of the starving children that lied on the street, giving him chills, a mix of pleasure and sorrow. "How can you still believe in God? Can you answer me, boy?" he said as his passed by a thrashcan, a little otter hiding behind it, scared of the huge morph that stood before him. Caels couldn't resist, his logic shut down again his hand moving on its own to satisfy a twisted mind's orders. The little otter was skinny and he was barely moving his thin little arms, he cried softly from the touch of the cetacean, who grabbed his neck and slowly lifted him up

"Now that i can even kill you! Where is your God now that you need him?" the orca yelled and roughly shaked his hand, making the kid to shiver from fear.

"Please let me go" the little otter cried and with his trembling paws touched the orca's fist. Whatever that was, the orca returned to the earth from his twisted fantasy. Was it the touch, was it the cries of the kid? He too didn't know.

"When you are so young, and yet you have as much life as someone who lies on his bed waiting for death to come and free him at his nineties, why would you want to go on living" the sergeant laughed, a mad snicker that made the kid shiver even more. He let go of the boy and the kid looked happy when his slim feet touched the ground. However what the orca knew the best, was that happiness shall never last for long. That's how this world we are living in works. Without even understanding it, a strong, muscled leg kicked the little otter's chest throwing him all the way to the wall. Hitted badly, the kid fainted and the sergeant proud for his performance left the alley, not a single of the furs passing by, even understanding what had happened.

The sergeant's soul screamed for more, the little otter had irritated him without limits. He needed to hear screams, cries, pain and to feel the power of a triggered gun and the sight of blood to colour the backgrounds of his life. War is something scary. He had experienced it from when he was eleven, just a child willing to experience the world, to feel the pride of protecting his country, nothing more than absolute imagination showing him a path totally wrong. But in his mind, the glory of the hero, surpassing all others. He was now, thirteen years later, a man, raised in the fields of terror, ones of which only war can create. From his childish innocense of serving his species, to his grown up's ambitions, glory still lying in the end of the path that he chose. Crazy as he was, he was so good at covering his little imperfection, almost none knowing what he was in reality. And that mad orca wandered in the alleys of a city filled with pain and victims of a war, created by furs greedy and powerful. And how happy that orca was at that time, in a sea filled with powerless people, homeless, hungry... dead anyway.

He followed the directions he was given from his colonel to reach the house for his suspension. It was rather rich compared to the appartments that existed around it, his being a house for his own. No sharing with the filthless creatures that decorated the majority of the city. It had a garden, grass grown, a beautiful green colour sorrounding the building. It calmed his nerves knowing that it was for him. It wasn't a palace, but it was a place to call home, already decorated inside, with furniture that someone average could buy. It made him feel so nice, most of the furs of the city not even having the average for living. Even if they were not fighting in the battlefield hell had already found a way to reach them. Feared souls are so easy to manipulate, the military knows it and they have wealth from it. Leave it to the church to take over, their senseless talks giving hope to the hopeless. And for that hope they have to pay. "Now that we need it the most, our God has chosen us, to eliminate those filthy creatures, the heretates. Help anyway you can and the door to God's domain shall be opened for your souls" They said everyday pointing boxes for money or at the buildings accepting tax payments. And how can miserable furs answer back to that. Instead of helping themselves to survive through this, to buy some bread, they give their money away, only to be taken by the goverment and make more weapons or used for personall reasons by the higher ups. A most well created plot, the biggest powers of a country, all working together for their destruction.

The cetacean, snickered and passed throught the wooden door, stepping in for the first time in years, somewhere that he could call home. It had walls, it wasn't a tent. He could bath himself properly, like the way most needed by an orca. From the moment he came inside the house, his twisted mind became normal again. All of his fantasies ended whenever he was somewhere where he felt calm or protected. His urges always were gone when he was with his colonel and general. They were all three kids when they first picked up a gun. Why was he the only one with the need to kill? Whes and Crystal were always sad about taking lives, he had always fights with Whes for the difference in their opinions. But not a single time did they treat him bad or searched for their own personal goals. They were his cage, to feel calm. After many years had passed, both of them became important war figures known for their bravery and also kindness, and just one year ago the colonel and general became engaged, asking them to walk the bride in the church. The reasons for his denying were one of his biggest mysteries and secrets.

Silence existed inside the empty house. Only his walking could be heard and for once, he enjoyed being alone. He was positioning what little belongings he had, up to shelves or tables. A job like that didn't require any effort or a great mind. Time passed so smoothly when he was occupied, he didn't understand it was already morning when he stopped. He walked up the stairs to his bedroom, all of his energy drawned by his mind, his activities.He took off his clothes, leaving himself naked and then he just left his body to fall on the smooth water bed. And how much did he like the feeling of water existing underneath him. It made him feel all nice and fuzzy, the bed reshaping to accept his bulky body, his body smoothly sunk inside it. He couldn't feel anything after a small while, his whole existance entering dreamland.

He woke up seven ours later, upset from the first nightmare he had in ages. He was alone in his room, but the feeling of loneliness had been existing from when General Whes was injured. Seemed that as higher his rank would get, Whes couldn't leave behind his closest friend. Whenever he wasn't sleeping next to his wife, he was resting in Caels cabin. He was still so upset. Cause to the person who treated him the best way, he was about to mate his love. In his dream, his sins took form, appearing as shadows, praising him for giving them existence. In his dream they screamed and applauded for the man that gave them birth. And so disturbing it was, when the shadows cleared, people he had killed before emerged. Their bodies were rotten, but their voices heard the same, screaming in his head once again, this time not differing to the others. His heart jumped from their pain, his soul felt completed from the sight of the holes his gun had created,they were still existing on their flesh. The tales they had told him through their interogations heard again from their dead mouths. Each one of them was real and he knew them all by heart. So glorius his job was. And then in the middle of the pile with bodies silencing, three figured emerged. Whes, Crystal and the little boy next to the thrashcan. Whes was dying and crystal was burning, the little otter crying next to them. Whes vanished a short while after and crystal half burned, looking like a monster that nature created reached out for him. He didn't like her, rejected her and she after one soft sob burned again to ashes, looking at him, her tears become steam in the process, and her burned flesh filling his senses. And the little boy, cried as food appeared in front of it, moving making the otter run towards it. His little legs, became bones as it ran, his flesh went closer to his bones at all his body, before dissappearing completely. And the skeleton of what once was a kid fell down and became dust.

Caels cleared the sweat from his forehead, and sighed at the thoughts of his dream. "What's happening to me?" Caels asked himself, the sheets covering half of his body. "I just need to calm down a little... it must be because of me being in a house that I feel like this" he sighed, rubbing a little his muscled belly, enjoying the feeling. "I need a female... how hard will it be to find someone willing in a city like this" he thought and remembered the countless bitches that were waiting for their costumers in the alleys and under the street lamps. He yawned heavily and got off his bed. He wasn't expecting to have a boner, but the pink male flesh bobbed as he stood up. He tried to ignore it, as he was walking downstairs moving to the kitchen. He never understood what it meant to be alone. Most times in the army this time of the day he would be already up, and with a whistle on his lips counting exercises for his soldiers. He always said to himself, making these people stronger was a huge priority. But, one day to the other he didn't have his soldiers asking for questions, he didn't eat meals with them. He was now eating cereal... not some strange paste made by whatever the furs used to cook. How did he know it was made by a fur? It was awful and reminded him of dogfood. He looked outside the window, next to the table, at his beautiful garden. He saw a butterfly flying close to some flowers. It was something so alien to him. The field of battle hardly had any plants to begin with, an animal there would be one of the rarest sights.

The land of the scalies was so poor, it made him wonder why a war should take place at all. Not that he complained for the marvelous art of war, already mentioned, he loved it. But it seemed so odd, struggling for a place like that. outside of the coasts there was hardly any land fit for cultivation. Worth mentioned, oil was something the furs' technology had disposed of some years before he had even been borned. So why a battle there? If there was some huge vein of a rare metal, their spies would know first hand. Hiding a whole vein is something most of hard, especially because the civiliants are whispering everything to one another. He couldn't find the answer to that. "why am i thinking of this now? I never cared at the least about it" he asked himself in confusion.

He looked at his house, it was nice to be some place like this. He opened the TV and lied on the sofa, like an ol' good coach potato. This orca hasn't felt so much useless and bored in years. He didn't have absolutaly anything to occupy himself with. He then got a crazy idea. He wanted, to go shopping. His salary was more than enough to furnish a house like three times in one month, but he mostly wanted to buy little useless stuff. Some things were missing from his life. It was maybe his chance to retrieve them. He couldn't marry, since in a job like his, commitment is something rare, he couldn't have kids, cause he was afraid they would get hurt. Yet, he was telling himself that from what he was doing, someday his children will live in a world without fear and war. And he was hoping that losing war would be something less painful, if he was in a warmth of a family.

Thinking became something crazy, he robotically dressed up took his wallet and his gun and left. He didn't have the slightest idea of where the mall or some shops were located so it would be a nice summer day walking. It was his first time he wore his black baggy pants. In the army he was wearing only the sergeants suit, which glistered from the bagdes that decorated his chest or just some sport jackets and pants for the training. However, in a normal life, clothes more suited to a 24-year-old orca were more free for his movements, and by a bigger rating more appealing to females.

When he set foot outside his garden a whisper heard from a few meters next to him. A little otter boy was seating at a side of the pavement and none was passing by. The kid looked at the cetacean and whispered something like "some food please" to him. The man, walked towards the child, in the otter's face a small look of hope emerged. he must have thought "oh today I might eat". But, instead of that, the orca grabbed the kid's neck and pressed his grip smoothly, slowly strangulating him. The otter looked terrified at the orca. He must have not seen his face the night before, maybe because it was dark or he was too exhausted to observe. "Oh no... it's... you..." the otter was able to tremble and gagged from the lack of oxygen and the hand that hold his neck. Suddenly, the grip relaxed and he breathed hungrily the so much needed air. And this time, a punch landed fast on his face, again throwing him back and hitting his little furry head on the wall behind of him. Blood came out of his mouth and the orca cleaned the same blood calmly from his fist. "If this is a war time, and one your people created, I have no reason at all to help you, do I boy?". After some hours passed, noone seemed to pay any attention to the injured otter that was lying speechless and bloodcovered at a side of the pavement.

Caels was so relieved, he found the mall a lot of easier than he feared. The stores were mostly empty, just a few items existing in each store. Clothes were something he didn't see so often and most of the stores had nothing to offer, other than a few cheap stuff. His pride wasn't allowing him to buy anything from any of the stores he visited. Almost all the sellers were wearing poor clothes, most of them sewed over an old scratch they had. The city was growing poorer with each day passing, and the civilians of Degilon were becoming desperate. While moving from each floor to the other, many of the passing furs were looking at him, looking cool with his new and clean clothes while all of them wore dirty and old ones. The few children that still played around were left gazing at the big male walking by, looking at his muscular body. Kids hardly ever change, whatever the life they live in. They set goals and hope and dreams with anything that came by their mind. The kids caels left starting talking of how they would look so amazing and strong when they grow up. They were so absorbed by the talks they didn't understand that the orca heard all of the conversation. Somehow, the way the kids reacted after seeing him gave him a feeling inside. It was a pride so much different than blowing the minds off his captives heads. It was the idolization, that those kids applied to him. He continued walking from every store to the other hardly anyone selling anything of value, or even for his entertainment purposes. But at least he could make a report his Colonel. She had to know the conditions under which the furries were living for the sake of their war. He continued moving through the alleys until after what seemed a whole day of sight seeing, mostly the underdog of what once was the furries most great of cities, he found himself a store filled with all the things he could imagine.

Dolls out of porcelain, some strange clocks all around, glasses with goldencarved grips and many other stuff decorated the inside of the shop. Caels couldn't help not to satisfy his curiosity. Opening the door of the store some bells clinged a little and the boar inside turned surpriced to see his costumer. There it was, an orca, walking through his store, wearing clean clothes and looking strangely around, like he'd never seen antiques before. "Can I help you sir?" He asked, slightly frightened of the appearence of the killer whale. He didn't get a responce from the black 'n' white colored bull, who was disappearing in a state of day dreaming. He was enchanted by a music box, more like a musical necklace. It reminded one his mother had been playing all the time when he was a lot younger. She always played the box for him, just before she was telling him to sleep. It was a nostalgia, thinking that when his mother left for the army, she nenever returned. And for some unexplained reason, the box disappeared with her. The boar was shouting a little bit, seeing the stranger orca moving his fingers around the box, exploring it's hand made details. It was the small medalion, whenever it opened music filled the room, and on it there was an orca male holding in a strong embrace a dolphin girl, his neck locking the girl on his chest.

The boar approached a little, revealing the fact that he was cripple, a wooden leg emerging on his left foot. "Aye boy! Put tha down! I don like people breakin' stuf" he said and moved right next to the orca, but still a scared look in his face, like he was looking at his nemesis.

"Were did you find such a masterpiece?" the orca whispered quietly, hardly holding a sob from his mother's memory.

"Aya thas? Hier 'n' ther! Peps always come hier to gif stuff for some coin" The boar said a chuckle coming after.

"I would like to... buy this" The orca said and dearly held the jewel uppon his chest.

"Ar'ya willin to pay?"

"Aye, sure. How much" He asked as he was getting his wallet off his pocket

"Justa gif me sixty bucks" The boar said smiling greedily watching the full pocket of the cetacean

"Ehm, sure." the orca began, giving him the money and curiously understanding something. Why was such a shop existing? People outside were dying and there was just no way the church was helping this one out. "How come you have so many things in yar store mate?" He asked.

The boar continued to wrap the necklace in some soft paper then turned his head. "Whatcha mean ther boy? I lost a leg out there, the last thin I can at least have is a store no?"

"You have any higher up helpin ya?" Caels asked a perfect greedy grin masking his face.

"Ya said it boy! It's no hard t' make deals in this land" he noticed a slight change in his face, one betraying the orca's greed. The boar was delighted other people like him existed. "Ai'l let ya in on a secret yeh boy? Just go to the docks and there are people sellin stuff, stolen from tha scalie freaks"

"How come the goverment doesn't know" he asked in a low tone voice, showing how interested he was at the same time creating the feeling of sharing a terrible secret, making the boar more eager to explain and to reveal his secrets.

The boar looked suspicious at Caels, who was surely so interested. At start he thought he worked for the police. There were still those who wanted to bring justice on the world. But now he showed so much interest, a spark glimmered in his eyes, exposing a rather moneyloving person. He washed all these thoughts away, decepted that the orca was just like him "Bah they know! It's supposed to be for da peopl here, food, cloths, metals, and stuff. But the goverment sends em to us to sell to the spoiled rich brats that stayed behind"His evil laugh filled the store as he continued "Can ya imagine it boy? They were supposed to be for the people here who suffer. Theyr tha loot from Shak'Arat, the capital of the scales"

Caels' look took it's real form on his face, his eyes narrowed his teeth got exposed, and his huge strong tail flapped on the floor and threw a table behind it. "Heya watch it kidd'o! Ya will break.." But he couldn't continue. He noticed. That look on the whale's face, angriness and a twisted satisfaction covering it all.

"So in other words, you steal" The orca sighed and laughed a little " And you steal from your own people, to get money. Ah, that's why i love your species" he said and turned a little his eyes to observe at the boar who was behind his store table. "What I hate even more than you furries, is the furries that betray their own species" he was talking in such an awe towards himself, thinking out loud. The boar understood the insanity that was filling the orca's head and fast run for a small box next to him. He opened it and inside he found a gun. But it was too late... The orca was pointing him with his own, an evil grin and look appearing on him. The eyes of the boar opened widely as he figured what would follow up. A "Sleep..." left the orcan beak and the gun got triggered, a shot fired between the eyes of the seller and his blood, brains and greed left his body from that hole. The cetacean reached over his blood covered money and the small jewel on the grasp of the dead pig. "That's why I love greedy people. I never regret shooting at them". The orca left the store and the few people that stood outside frozen on the sight of the murder. When Caels got out he saw that frightened look in those poor dry eyes. He left them just before telling them "Raid it, or catch me". Noone remembered what happened at the empty shop ten minutes later.

Caels stood next to a wall... he couldn't help not to like the item that he acquired. He could easily hear Crystal yelling at him, for killing and stealing a civiliant. But in the end, didn't that pig deserve that? He was in a way killing his own people, stealing from them, when others where fighting with nails and teeth for their countries and believes, he was siting on a chair and waited for costumers. The orca didn't want to think about the incident. He just wore the necklace and walked away. It was getting darker. And he had to satisfy his lust. "Well, well... a bitch will be so happy today" he thought and looked at his crotch that was aroused a little by his fantasies. In a city that dark, it wouldn't be so hard to find someone to fuck. Especially cause he had something that many people needed. Money...

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Caels was cursing his way home, with an attitude even more aggressive that usual. He was denied! And to make it worst he was denied from fifteen whore clubs and over 20 whores themselves. He was furious, and he really got mad. They kept telling him and explaining as calm and kindly as they could that they couldn't accept him fucking them, cause he was a cetacean. "How dare these stupid creatures tell me who to fuck or not" he screamed in an alley, a baby crying from the noise as it was roughly woken up. He punched on a wall with all his nerves and might and screamed. The people that lived there got terrified. They were used to gangs, usually most needed food. But to a cetacean they weren't. A granny found some courage in her heart and asked the orca as kindly as possible to keep quite. She required sleep, her mate needed too and some of the children that slept with her needed it too. She looked so helpless with all the years she lived shaping her face, even Caels couldn't help not to obey her request. It hurt so much, being repeled, he was awfull. He needed sex and as much as he needed love. He never expected that the day would come when he would hope that he had someone to hug, to feel loved. And now it happened.

Most of the strippers he found looked arously at him. They obviously wanted him. So why none of them fucked him to begin with. None gave an explanation to that besides his species. He was moving inside the alleys again. But they already felt like he was in his own neighbourhood. He got used to them with such ease. Tracking was one important army skill, as expected he was ace at it. He just wanted to go home. He could swear a tear almost left his eye. He just couldn't stand this anymore. A female on his shaft was pure ecstasy to him, he needed it, and after having his first female some years ago, he swore to himself never to phin off himself again. He was a man, so only females should get the chance to pleasure him.

He continued walking in the night, neglected and dissapointed, his lust not satisfied to the least. Where was his reward for existing among the ugly and disqusting furries? Where was his glory in living the life a normal person had the right to live? Normal stays normal. He needed a girl satisfying his cock and a gun shooting off the heads of whoever he wanted. People like him made war what it is today. It was his art! He could easily tell he was bloodlust again. The boar didn't satisfy his need on that. Both his mind and his body lacked satisfaction, and either one must have it's pleasure. However, he needed to wait a little more. A sigh left him, as he realised it wasn't the right time yet for a murder at least... It was too early and in a city in which most people lived in the shadows of the moon instead of the sun's, patience must be a very powerful weapon. He continued his way to his house, smiling at the ticky sounds of his watch.

He was almost home when it happened. He heard him... whispering some nonsense. In the alley next to the thrash can. The otter boy. "Food... I want to eat" He cried and whispered to himself, those tiny little hands hugging his knees and the clothes he was wearing were somewhat little red. And the orca noticed... It was the blood the otter had spilled the times he was hitted. And oh gods that smile he had when he saw the otter alone in the dark alley. It was perfect... both his needs could find the satisfaction that his whole being was screaming for. Blood and cum, with a male yes, but still cum. He never done this before but he was eager at that moment. He needed it and he had to get it. He walked closer to the otter, who realised someone was walking by. He cleaned off the tears with his little dirty paws, a small sigh heard from him.

Who was there? The boy couldn't tell. It was so dark and his eyes were failing him because of both exhaustion and hunger. "some food?" he said and lifted his paws the one under the other. The tall morph in front of him didn't respond. "damn, if only the light wasn't towards me i could see him" The boy thought.

"what am i doing?! I can't fuck a boy!" Caels said to himself and turned around. He had to keep himself from the temptation and turned away fast. "Fags go to hell!!" He thought. He was afraid so much of that part of the religion. Or else he would be lying with every single one of his fellow soldiers. Many did so. Most of them were 11 years like him or most times even more years in the army. Welcome to the gate to hell, he remembered how his first General had told him. He never saw a cetacean male as sad as him. His eyes have witnessed the deaths of 50 years in wars. One of his eyes had died too, the black leather cover taking its place. I will never be a fag the orca tried to convince himself again. He had to stop his twisted mind... It easily controlled his arms to kill. No need to wait and find out if it can control his hands to fuck as well.

The otter behind him was begging non stop for some food. His whispering voice was ticking his brain. The orca tried to resist and started moving. The kid would die anyway. How more did he have? Two days? Three? No more than a week, that was for sure! He started walking away, when he understood something. The little otter was grasping on his tail, with all the might he had. His hunger was beyond his control anymore. He didn't want to die! If it was needed he would hold the man in front of him as long as it would be, until he would give him some food. To his surprice though the otter understood what he was holding. It was a tail of a cetacean and only one cetacean was moving around his whereabouts: "Him". He looked up at the strong male. It was indeed the orca that hurt him. The kid observed the sergeant and lightened the hold on his strong tail "He looks so sad maybe i have some chances" the otter thought. He asked for food one more time as he squeezed with the little strength that was left in his hands the tail of the huge orca.

Caels froze at the otter. It hugged his tail. And he was asking for food... again.

"Ok kid ... I will give you something to eat" He said. His twisted self was taking over again and there was indeed one small otter that was aiming to get screwed making the same mistake three times. Never ask sergreant Caels for food or u will be hurt. The otter got a small swing on the tail he was holding on, falling on the ground. "Really sir?" he asked in delight, short living as soon as the orca looked cruelly at him, moving closer. "Don't punch me again" the otter tried to say while covering his body with his hands and moving closer to a wall, trying to get as far as possible. "I will feed you.. boy" he whispered and unzipped the fly on his pants. The otter looked terrified at the orca. Being hungry for almost a lifetime it is easy to understand he didn't have alot of stamina. Pawing off in the street? Hah. Yeah, he had done that one time. He was a 13 year old boy, how could he know alot of that stuff. Because of consecutive days of starvation he didn't get high at all. His mind was on survival not sex. And it happened, his back reached the wall... pointless move wasn't it. The orca licked his beak and moved his hand to hold the head of the boy, catching him from between his lowered ears.

The other hand moved to his boxers. He didn't have to reveal anything else other than his staff and the plum sized orbs that hanged underneath. The otter was stunned. A huge ten inches of a cock hardening fast in front of his eyes. The veins were perfectly lined on it and the head was getting harder as time passed. It throbbed like crazy and the musk it emanated was out of this world. The tangy smell was taking over him. Being hold by an orca, fully erected, he was pulled closer to the tip of that cock. He left a small whimper as he tried to resist to the older male, holding his mouth shut, the tip demanding access as it was thrusted slowly forward. "I won't open, no matter what" he told himself. But what could he say, the two muscled and strong hands got a hold on his muzzle, fingers slowly entering in. "Bad little otter... I was thinking on going easy on you at start..." The orca was going nuts. His lust and madness blinded him. He was really going to fuck the boy up.Afterwards? Leave him in a thrash can to die maybe? Safocate him on the spot? No way anyone would ever learn about this.

He opened effortlessly the boy's maw, fastly positioning the tip of his cock inside his mouth. The boy made a small "Mph" when the dick sealed his mouth. It was tasting strangely tangy, and meaty, the kid couldn't describe it. It was like a piece from heaven, tasting something so delicious after what seemed a life time of starving. He shyly put his tongue on the tip of that orcan staff and licked for all it was worth. Caels moaned in ecstasy as his cock finally got the attention it needed. "Good boy" Caels moaned hardly as the kid was eating on his cock. Imagine how hungry he must have been, even the taste of that male meat was filling his tummy. The otter didn't pay any attention. He was just aiming to taste as much as he could the pre leaking cocktip. It felt so nice to have the orcan slime inside of him, his mouth lingered for more of what the orca could give. But he forgot this was actually a rape. He started moving his jaws up and down, in a false effort to eat the orca's most valueable pride. Before he could understand anything the orca gave a hard thrust inside his mouth. He gagged as he felt the tip of that cockhead hit the back of his throat, and his jaws were in great pain for the massive opening they were forced to do. A tear fell from the kid's eyes. This was a rape. He was being raped, violently opened and pleasing the other male. But he couldn't struggle back. He just gave in.

"Ah yes" Caels moaned again and fucked the boy's face hard. He was literaly fucking it, extending it to accept his maleness, the kid cried between gags and thought he could actually die. "Come on boy. LICK" He ordered as he pulled out until only the head was inside again. The otter obeyed and swirled his smooth tongue around the shaft, making the orca more arroused than before. Again without any warning the orca thrusted back in. the kid screamed from the sudden thrust, a scream killed by that huge cock closing his muzzle. He didn't want this, he hated it. He was always warned about people that would do things to him, most times by other homeless furs and he was always extra carefull not to go close to anyone who could be dangerous. Why did he even stayed close to the orca that injured him twice? Why did his destiny have to be a rape? He didn't make a huge deal after a while though. He started feeling complete. The musk the orca emanated, the taste of pure male flesh inside his mouth seemed to be able to let him full for months. He slowly started to enjoy the way his end was coming. He knew it, he couldn't deny it and he surely couldn't do anything about it. "Come on boy. I have someting for you to fill that empty belly of yours" The orca moaned as he was thrusting more and more and his cock was throbing again like crazy ready to explode. The otter looked up at the orca, with eyes red by the tears and a mouth locked on a cock that was slowly taken out of his throat, tip left alone inside.

The kid again moved his tongue all over the shaft, saliva and pre coating that cockhead like it was created just for that feeling. And the orca moaned and panted one last time and released his lust inside the otter's muzzle. The otter hungrily savoured it all, getting all of that fifteen seed shots that were fired in his muzzle down his throat. It tasted amazing, it actually tasted like pure male. He became slightly addicted to that warm taste, the salty sweet pleasure of the orca still existing inside the cheeks of the kid. He looked up to see the man before him, he could see a look of pleasure on these black eyes, and a smile of greed on the orcan beak. The orca stroked himself a little, whistling at the feeling. The little otter could just stand still and observe. The strong male in front of him was well endoured, and he was jealous of that. But he needed more, he wanted his cum. It was not the pleasure. It was the hunger... and he wanted more.

Slowly and cautiously the little boy extended one of his paws. He needed to feel that shaft with his hands to know if it was real. When he touched it he almost moaned. It didn't feel like holding any random piece of meat. It felt heavy, but mostly because of the respect that it drained for the one it belonged to. The little otter slightly moved his hand up and down the long cock. The orca snickered at seeing the boy working on his arrow. "Now, boy... I need more" With these words the otter tried to open his muzzle again. What if only a little less than half could fit in... He wanted to feel more. However the little otter misunderstood the orca's intentions. The sergeant needed to mount and breed. Not a blowjobbing illusion of the pleasure his body screamed for. He roughly caught the boy from his neck and tail and moved him so that he could get a perfect view on his anus. The boy yelp by the move and tried to hold his tail as lower as he could, understanding what the stranger wanted. And then he felt it. THat rough slicky tongue working it's way around his pucker. He tried to scream and ask for help, but as soon as Caels understood what the boy was going to do he punched him on the back, leaving him breathless for what seemed eternity, meanwhile continuing his rimming. The otter saw stars by the treatment of the tongue entering inside of him, but in the end he didn't want this to go on. A dick that long if not handled easily and with care could easily tear him apart.

But Caels was now ready. "Preparations are done little otter..." He thought. And without any further delay he lifted the kid's tail and hips and moved his cock at the young virgin entrance. The otter could feel like a knife was stabbed in his ass, while the cock started it's journey inside of him. He cried and tried to push back, but without achieving anything other than hurt himself even more, his anal ring fiercefully streched. He screamed and cried as the huge shaft rubbed his anal flesh, his virginity starting to fade. The orca didn't do anything without examining the position from the start. A boy screaming like that could lead people look outside just to fullfil their curiosity. He took off his shirt and rolled it fast, making what seemed like a line of cloth. He quickly put it between the otter's muzzle and held tightly on the egdes. The perfect leash for a dog of the street. He entered as much of his cock as he could inside the boy, fearless about the dying screams and merciless for the mess it could have cause. He just slammed his cock inside and took it a little out then in again, occasionally slapping the smooth buttocks making the otter melt in a mix of moans and screams.Caels repeatedly fucked the otter until he was hilted.

The boy was crying his heart out and could feel his injured bowels on fire, blood dripping from his hole in a mix of saliva and pre. He wished to die back then. He wanted the pain to stop, then torture to end. What kept him hoping though? He knew it well back then as much as he knows it today. The pleasure that existed in his injury, in his taken virginity. It was the first pleasure of sex he had in his life. It was something that was worth even a last second of living. He could only relax, submitting his hole to the orca, breathing heavily yet in harmony with the sergeant's breathing. The boy was at his limit by the time the orca started thrusting again inside his ass. He enjoyed it, he felt like a new person. He could only thank his maker for giving him some last moments in the hands of a male like the one that was holding him. The cock that was sliding in and out of his body, pre covering his bowels and making him feel like he was one with the orca. He felt the same awe as the kids in the mall about the orca, the other males well muscled chest and bicheps hugging his little, dirty and slim body. He could feel the abs of the older male rubbing his skinny back with every thrust and he could feel the strengh in those rough hands holding him tightly, holding his leash. He thought for a mere second that maybe dying after something like the feelings he was offered was the least he could give. For a mere second he felt happy, like before his mother died, before his father left for the battlefeld, before receiving the mail announcing his death. He a fucking moment, one of the last he would live he felt happy! But it didn't last for long as well. No happiness lasts forever, as small as it might be.

And now the orca moaned again hard, pulling the cloth up so that the otter's head would follow, almost twisting his neck, whistling in pleasure as his sack was slapped on the younger ones. He was in a bliss and soon fired his hot lines of cum one more time. It felt arrousing and willing and the orca was so pleased of the feeling. His glorious realise finally took place, and the otter was lying unconcious from the filling of his hole. The amount of so much cum inside his already stretched to the limit hole was something he couldn't bear. The sight of that rear dripping his cum on the sides of the street while his huge cock was half inside, was something a few would describe with the word lovely, but Caels found it even more perfect and right than the time he first saw his dick in a woman's vagina. It felt so amazing, so renewing. And the orca had to decide which way he would silence the boy forever. So he picked him up from the dirty streets, a tear falling off his eyes, as he would have to do something he never had done to such a precious fuck toy.

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The curtains inside the silent living room of Caels' house were failing their purpose, some of the morning sunshine entering slightly the room, dancing on the orca's face. The orca couldn't believe what he had done the night before. He felt so strange, his stomach had butterflies inside and he cried a little. He was so far away from his war-mates, his soldiers, his General and... his Colonel. What would they say if they ever found out? He could be executed for an act like that and he knew the bad position the furries were driving the cetaceans in headquarters. He felt ashamed.

What if anyone found the boy? It wouldn't take that long for the canines to track him. He didn't feel strange in saying "You will never find his corpse". But he had ashamed the two only friends he ever had, he had ashamed his name, his species. He was no longer worth to be looked as a Sergeant. He was to be looked as a criminal and without reason. He had an alibi all the other times, killing criminals, torturing "spies". But for this time he had none. And darn it, he thought he felt it. The warm feeling of care and compasion. The one people call love. He finally felt it, in the body of not a female, hardly even a male. He felt love in the being of a child. Wasn't that awfull? He punched his thigh as he thought of it. He kept his promise. That kid wouldn't suffer anymore as long as he was alive. After that night, it was the least he could do.

He sighed a little. This was an orca that failed everyone. The few people believing in him would abandon him. He was trully alone. He cleaned his watered cheeks. "Tears fall from my eyes. I really failed myself" He said, hoping for a response from the empty room. He was a failure and only one way to punish failing soldiers. He took out his gun and raised it to the level of his skull. He tried to pull the trigger

And the phone rang. Caels gazed at it. He gave him a last chance to go on living and rushed to pick it up.

"Sergeant Caels, this is Colonel Crystal. We are moving General Whes to Degilon for medication purposes. We need to talk and fast. I need you Caels, so wait for me there"

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So, I guess this is the first chapter I write for the city of Degilon. The idea of writing a story about my one out of two fursona's city always existed in my mind, but I got the most eager to write about it after finishing my most favorite book along with "Anna Frank's Diary". It is a huge inspiration for me and it always had been. I have read it around seven times till now, and i can't describe my emotions when i read it ... 150 teenagers write about their lives, so much different yet all in so much pain... Word is for the amazing book "Freedom Writers". I recommend people reading this one. I don't order you to get it, but still a suggestion is a suggestion. If you are of those that believe that a teacher exists only to give homework and to kill free time at home and if you are one of those that believe that books talking of racism, of cruelties in today's lives and of poverty are lame and boring, DON'T READ THE BOOK MENTIONED!!!! It also exists in DVD!!! Yip yip!

Anyway, this was Chapter 1 of Rebirth. Caels needs compasion, he needs love and his friend needs him as well! Welcome to Degilon people!

Any comment, suggestion or general? Just say it!!!

Liz