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AUTHOR'S NOTE: There is a reference to an actual historical figure in this story, but he is not being viewed as human, as I don't enjoy writing stories with humans in them. If you know who this individual is, please feel free to picture him as any animal you want. Thanks!

Mr. Leroy Hopkins, retired Marine Lt. Colonel and history teacher went down the list of students who were being called to give their oral reports. The hyena had assigned his students to write a report on a famous sports figure of the twentieth century. As usual, many students had not adequately prepared to give their reports, but not a certain young male lion.

"Eric Larson," called Mr. Hopkins in his usual Texas twang. "Would you come up and give your report, please?"

Eric walked up to the front of the class with confidence. Taking some papers in his paws, he briefly looked through them before addressing his classmates.

"My report is on world heavyweight boxing champion, Jack Dempsey. Jack Dempsey was born in 1895 in Colorado, and was known as the "Manassa Mauler".

Eric gave a lengthy, thorough report on Dempsey, telling the class about his early life, his sudden rise to fame, the loss of his title to Gene Tunney and his later life and death. Many of the students who were not even interested in the sport of boxing found Eric's report intriguing. The young lion seemed to have a natural gift as an orator, even managing to impress Mr. Hopkins.

"Very good, Eric," said the hyena, giving the young lion a grin as he sat back down at his desk. Mr. Hopkins wrote down on his grading sheet A+ for Eric's oral report.

"Good boy," said Tasha, who just so happened to be sitting behind her boyfriend. "I think we'll have to celebrate tonight!"

Eric turned around, flashing his tigress a toothy grin of approval. He didn't need any explanation of just how Tasha planned on celebrating a job well done.

Eric sat through the remainder of the hour long class, at times almost dozing off from the lack of enthusiasm many of his classmates showed in giving their reports. Even worse were the students who had clearly not prepared for the assignment. Watching them stutter and fumble over their words always made the young lion cringe. He was glad that he actually took school seriously.

Lunchtime was spent at Eric's usual table, with Eric sitting next to Tasha and Tracey. Also present was Perry, Chelsea and Chastity. It had been a week since the six beasts had participated in an orgy at Eric's house while his parents were on vacation, and the group was discussing when they could get together again.

"What about your house, Eric?" asked Perry as he opened his carton of chocolate milk.

"No dice," said Eric. "My mom and dad will be home tonight."

"Can't we go to your place, Perry?" inquired Tasha.

"My Mom will b home too," he said. "I swear, she turns into an agoraphobic whenever my Dad's away on business."

Chelsea chimed in. "My parents will be home as well, and so will Chastity's, and I bet Tracey and Tasha are in the same boat, right?"

Everyone nodded in disappointment. Their first foray together had been an incredible, memorable experience, and they hoped to relive that time. The obvious problem was that no one had a home that was available for their use. It was a constant struggle to find suitable places where they could get together without risk of being discovered by an adult.

"Sorry to pile on the bad news," said Perry. " But I heard that Tyrone Jenkins is back in town."

"Already?" gasped Eric, unable to believe such a statement.

"Don't worry," said Perry. "He was expelled for the entire school year, so you'll be fine. Besides, you've got Lars to protect you."

"Yeah," moaned Eric. "Until next year when he's doing beer bongs in some frat house clear across the country."

Eric put his paws over his face, wondering how the day could possibly get any worse. Perry on the other hand was busy waving to their history teacher, Mr. Hopkins.

"Hey, Mr. Hopkins," spoke Perry cheerfully.

The hyena, with a lunch tray in one paw and a newspaper under his arm, stopped and nodded to Eric's group. "Hey, guys," said the Texan hyena. "Ya alright, Mr. Larson?"

Eric looked over at Mr. Larson. "I guess so, at least I'd be okay if I hadn't heard that Tyrone Jenkins is back in town." He didn't bother to mention his frustration about the inability for anyone in his group to find a suitable place to have an orgy.

Mr. Hopkins sat his tray down at their table before removing the newspaper from under his arm. "Funny you'd mention that, Mr. Larson. I was just reading here that Tyrone Jenkins has been missing for two weeks!"

Eric's feeling of misery abruptly turned to astonishment. "You're kidding?"

"Nope," said the hyena, opening the paper up to show the lion. "Says it all right here. Boy up and vanished from his house one day and ain't nobody seen a trace of him since! I say, that's one troubled young male tiger!"

Mr. Hopkins picked up his tray and told the group to enjoy their weekend. It was after all Friday.

Later in the day, Eric and Perry, who were in the same gym class, were busy shooting some hoops in the gymnasium. Friday in gym class was always the most fun; with there being games instead of just running and stretching like usual. The lion and panther had decided to simply shoot some hoops; trying to see who was the better shot.

"That's fifteen against my twenty-two!" Perry said, taunting his friend.

"Oh, shove it up your tail," barked Eric, still not in a good mood. "It's just a fucking game."

"What's wrong with you," said Perry, still trying to irritate his friend. "You got a yeast infection or something?"

"Yeah," said Eric. "I got it from your mom!"

"Hey," said Perry, who had lost all humor in this when his mother had been brought up. "That's fucked up!"

"Fucking is the one thing we won't be doing tonight," observed Eric before shooting. The ball landed on the rim o the hoop; quickly bouncing back towards Eric.

"Bricked it!" taunted Perry, now in a jolly mood again. "Here's another one for me!" Perry, ever the agile feline, effortlessly threw the ball into the air, It's downward curve was perfect.

"Ha! Nothing but net! That's twenty-three to your fifteen, mane head!"

Eric's frustration was becoming insufferable. Tyrone Jenkins was back in town--although he was missing, no one had a suitable place for sex that night, and the cherry atop the shit Sundae was his friend was pounding him into the dust at hopes. Eric threw the ball behind him, turned around and walked away, with Perry running up behind him.

"Hey," said the panther, putting his paw on the lion's shoulder. "Don't be such a soar loser!"

"Leave me alone," said Eric. "I just want to go home and sulk."

Perry paused in his tracks momentarily as his friend walked off towards the locker room, but an idea suddenly came to the young panther. "Hey, wait up, Eric!"

Eric turned around briefly, only to revert his gaze towards the locker room. Perry got up behind him again, his face a picture of mischievous adolescence.

"What if I told you I did have a place where all of us could go?" asked the panther. This immediately got Eric's attention. The young lion turned around, eying his friend seriously.

"I'm listening," said Eric.

"You know at the end of my street there's that gravel road that goes into the woods?" said Perry.

"What about it?"

"I've been back there before. That's not a road; it's a driveway! There's this old house at the end of it that's been abandoned for years. I bet we could go in there with the girls, eh?"

Eric didn't know exactly what to think about this proposal. He wanted to feel Chastity and Chelsea's tight cunts engulf his member again, but going into some decrepit, old house was something he had never considered, and frankly did not seem too appealing

"I don't know, Perry. Sounds risky to me."

"What's risky about it? It's abandoned! Besides, it wouldn't take us that long to get in there and have some fun. Think about it, no adults, no one to catch us!"

"Well, I . . ."

Perry cut him off. "Don't screw this up, Eric! I've been saving up a load for a week now and I really, really want to pump it into Tracey since I didn't give her my best last time."

Eric sighed. "Yeah, what the hell, why not?"

"Perfect," said Perry. "I've got everything planned out. Believe me, we'll remember this night just like we'll always remember the night we had last week!"

When school was over, and Eric had Lars drop him and Perry off at the panther's house. Lars girlfriend Talia brought over Tasha and Tracey, while Chelsea and Chastity were brought over by Chastity's older sister. Perry's mom, Penny made them all snacks, which consisted of punch and rice crispie treats. Perry felt embarrassed by the gesture, as though his mother thought he was still in kindergarten, but everyone else appreciated her efforts. Perry, whose father was a corporate lawyer away on business, lived in a very opulent home. He was an only child, so he never had to concern himself with sharing his possessions with any siblings. Despite this, Perry graciously shared his things with his friends, not the least of which was sharing his two cheetah girlfriends with his friends Eric. "My, it gets dark early this time of year!" said Penny. "What do you kids plan on doing this evening?""We're going to the backyard to tell ghost stories,Mom," said Perry."Oh, how scary!" joked the female panther. "Alright then, you have a good time out there. I'll be in the study, reading." "Okay," said Perry. "Enjoy your book!"

Perry and the rest of his friends went out the backdoor, but instead of staying in the backyard, they headed down the street, flashlights in paw. It had been unseasonably warm that fall, so none of the group bothered to bring a jacket as they walked down the street.

"Is this the place?" asked Eric, seeing the paved street come to a sudden stop. Beyond that point, there was a thickly wooded area displaying trees that were now void of any leaves. A single, narrow gravel road cut through the woods.

"This must be the place," Eric said

"Yeah," said Perry. "Follow me!"

The six beasts trudged forward, all the while hearing the crunching of gravel and fallen leaves underneath their feet. A slight breeze could be felt as an owl called out, making Tasha grab hold of Eric.

"It's okay," said Eric, rubbing his girlfriend's paw. "That owl isn't going to hurt you."

"This is like something out of a horror movie," observed Tracey. "See? There's even a full moon out tonight!"

Eric looked up at the sky. He hadn't noticed it before, but there was indeed a full moon shining that night. Suddenly, even the brave lion felt uneasy about the whole ordeal, but kept a brave face for his girls.

"That's just in the movies, Tracey. Trust me, we're going to have fun tonight. I promise!"

The gravel road seemed to go on forever, never once twisting or curving in the slightest. It cut a straight line through the woods. The wind rustled the fallen leaves from time to time as they walked ahead, with everyone but Perry wondering if the road didn't go on to eternity.

"There it is!" said Perry, shining a flashlight on the distant structure. "Come on, guys!"

Picking up the pace, the rest of the gang ran behind Perry until they finally reached their destination. Even in the dark, the group could see that the house had definitely seen better days. The two story, white Victorian dwelling had paint missing in an untold number of places, the windows were frosted from age and neglect. Eric knew that an abandoned house would not exactly look the greatest, but he never thought it would be this bad.

"What a shithole," snorted the lion. "How long has this place been empty anyway?"

"Since before I lived in the neighborhood," said Perry. "Not exactly sure how long, though."

"Why did no one ever buy it, or at least the property?" asked Chastity.

"'Cause there's all sorts of legends about this place," said Perry as he shined a flashlight on his face, trying to look scary. "They say this place was the scene of witchcraft, Satanic worship and child sacrifice!" Tasha and Tracey huddled together at Perry's words, but Eric was not impressed.

"God damnit, Perry!" snapped Eric. "Would you cut that shit out?"

Perry laughed as he pointed his flashlight back at the ground. "Somebody can't take a joke!"

"So, how do we get in here?" asked Chelsea.

"Let's try the door," said Perry.

Everyone followed Perry as he walked up the steps and onto the front porch of the house. The wooden porch was weak and probably infested with termites, so everyone made sure to tread carefully as they walked around. Perry, put his paw on the doorknob and gave it a turn, thinking that it would be locked.

"Hey," said the panther, feeling the knob turn. "It's unlocked!"

Perry slowly opened the door, hearing the rusty hinges creek and moan from being exposed to the elements for so long without being oiled. With the door open, the gang shined their flashlights inside, but the first thing they noticed wasn't what the insides looked like.

"Damn," said Eric, covering his nose. "It smells like a dunghill!"

Everyone besides Perry covered their noses, trying to avoid further breathing in the pungent stench. Slowly walking into the house, the gang saw that it was not empty, but was actually furnished. The upholstered couch and chairs were torn and moth eaten, the coffee table was covered in a thick layer of dust. The floors creaked with every step the gang took.

"Looks like someone just abandoned the place, like they just took off one day and never came back," said Tracey. "I wonder if something awful really did happen here!"

Everyone went exploring around the ground floor of the house, with Eric finding the door to the basement. Upon opening it, he smelled the stench grow exponentially worse, and swiftly shut it. Scrunching his face up from still being in disgust, he walked around, shining his flashlight in every direction of the house.

"Hey," called out Perry. "Everyone come here!"

The gang, trying not to bump into one another, went to where they thought the panther's voice was coming from. Perry was in what must have been the master bedroom, pointing at two old beds. A devious look hung about his face.

"I say we've found the right room," said the panther. "You guys wanna try it?"

Eric put his paw on the mattress, making the springs inside creak, but it seemed sturdy enough. The full moon gleamed down from the night sky and through the single window inside the bedroom as all six beasts got undressed. Just as before, the two female cheetahs got into bed with Eric, while the tigresses accompanied Perry into his bed.

Perry, having abstained from sex and masturbation for a week now, wasted no time in mounting Tracey, who wrapped her legs around the horny black feline, all the while Tasha laid on her side to enjoy the show. Perry was determined to give the tigresses a better effort than the week before. He knew he couldn't compete with the seminal production of a lion like Eric, but he could certainly take the tigresses on a wild ride. The left side bed creaked and groaned as Perry fucked harder and harder into Tracey, wanting to give her a tidal wave of his seed.

As Perry and the tigresses enjoyed themselves, Eric was busy with the two female cheetahs, who had been making out for the lion's pleasure. Pumping at his cock, Eric saw Chelsea and Chastity, their breasts pressed together as they licked at each others' faces. He loved it when his girls engaged in girl on girl play, but to see his friends girls do it was insanely erotic to the lion, who couldn't help but flip Chastity on her back and climb on top of her. The cheetah's laughter turned into groans of ecstasy as she felt the larger penis of Eric stretch her pussy apart. Her species wasn't made for a feline the size of Eric, but that didn't bother either Eric or Chastity! Gripping the old mattress, she hissed and growled as the bigger cat fucked her senseless, sinking his entire length inside of her, making her crazier by the second until she felt the horny lion growl and her insides being filled with his cum.

Perry was having a much better time than the previous week. He too had climaxed and sent what he believed to be his biggest load ever inside of Tracey. Amazingly, it didn't take long before he felt that familiar tingling in his loins again. Grinning at Tasha, he watched as she took Tracey's spot on the bed and quickly felt the insatiable panther impaling her cunt with his hard cock. Leaning her head back, she whimpered and clawed at the bed, happy to have the panther inside her once more.

Never one to be outdone by a panther, Eric had already finished fucking Chastity and Chelsea, and was back to Chastity again! Looking at each other through the full moon's rays, Eric and Perry grinned at each other, happy that they had made this work.

An hour or morehad passed since the group had gotten into bed with each other. By this time, everyone, even Eric, was drained from the frenzied maelstrom of sexual conquest. Unlike before, Eric did not take his tigresses after the female cheetahs, opting instead to fuck only Chastity and Chelsea that night. Both of the spotted felines cuddled up against him, basking in the afterglow of their meeting.

"Gotta hand it to you, Perry," said Eric, grinning. "You were right about this place!"

"Told you," said Perry, feeling the tigresses up against him. "We should do this more often."

"Something tells me you boys would want to do this everyday, right?" asked Tasha.

"Why not?" asked the lion. "Would you rather be doing homework right now?"

"No," said Tasha.

"I don't know if I could handle you everyday, Eric," said Chastity as she gently scratched at his chin. "I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow after what you did to me!"

"Neither will I!" added Chelsea.

"There's more girls in the world, you know," joked Eric. The lion swiftly felt the two cheetahs punching him on his shoulders. He simply shrugged it off.

"How long should we stay out here?" asked Tasha.

"All night as far as I'm concerned," said Perry. "I'll eventually get my juice back."

"Won't your Mom come looking for you?" asked Eric.

"I wasn't joking when I said that she's agoraphobic, Eric. If my Dad's not with her, my Mom will freak out if she has to leave the house!"

"Lucky us," observed Eric. "I think we should . . ."

"What?" asked Perry, poking his head up towards the lion.

"Ssssh!" said Eric. "I think I hear something!"

Everyone was dead silent as they heard the sound of car tires coming towards the house. They were in a room that faced the backyard of the house, so they were unable to see exactly what was going on. Getting off the bed, Eric went over and shut the bedroom door. Seeing the knob had a lock on it, he latched the door shut. Everyone quickly, but quietly threw on their clothes as they heard the car tires crunching the gravel and fallen leaves as it slowly, slowly approached the house.

"I thought you said your Mom wouldn't leave the house," whispered Eric to his friend.

"She wouldn't!" retorted Perry.

The six beasts listened as the car came to a stop, it's engine still running for several more minutes before it was shut off. There was a momentary silence before everyone heard the slamming of two car doors. Eric played out the possibilities in his mind. It could be his parents that were out there, or maybe even Lars and Talia. He listened intently as he heard the front door being opened and shut.

"Fuck, it stinks like shit in here!" a deep, gravelly voice exclaimed. It was a voice that Eric nor anyone else recognized.

"He's been down there for two weeks," called out a second voice. This voice was nasally and grating to thee ears.

"I ain't burying him," said the gravelly voice. "You drag him up here and bury him in the back."

"Why do I gotta do it?" whined the nasally voice. "You were the one who did him in!"

"Yeah," said the gravelly voice. "But you were the one who fucked him last, so you do it! Bury him with all the other!"

The group's collective blood ran ice cold as they heard the conversation of the two voices. Eric remembered entering the house and instantly smelling a dreadful odor, but thought that it was nothing more than the smell of an old house being closed up for so long. He thought about how much worse the smell was when he opened the basement door and then it hit him: the smell was that of a dead, rotting body. Everyone inside the bedroom was completely silent, paralyzed with fear as they heard someone walk down the steps of the basement, only to return slowly up the steps, with a loud THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! The lion shivered in cold sweat at the realization that the dead body was being hauled from the basement to the backyard for burial. He listened, hearing the sound of the backdoor of the house being opened and slammed shut, making him even more frightened.

Only the span of a couple of minutes passed before everyone in the room heard the sound of some metal tool being struck into the earth, over and over again. Perry watched with horror as Eric slithered over to the window and poked his head up just high enough to see what was going on. With the full moon out that night, Eric had no trouble seeing what was going on. A tall canine, probably a wolf was digging a hole some thirty feet away from the window. Beside him was a crumpled up tarp that undoubtedly held the person the wolf was burying. Over and over, the wolf struck the shovel into the earth, digging deeper and deeper, and stopping only momentarily to wipe sweat from his forehead. The wolf had his back turned so he couldn't see the window that Eric was looking through. After some ten minutes, the wolf accidentally hit the crumpled up tarp with his shovel, causing an arm to be exposed to the night air. The wolf paid no attention to what he had done, but Eric focused in on the arm, seeing that it contained black and orange stripes. He wondered just who it was that the wolf and his partner had killed, and then the words of Mr. Hopkins hit him like a hammer. "I was just reading here that Tyrone Jenkins has been missing for two weeks!"

Eric looked at the arm more intently and it left no doubt in his mind that the wolf was burying the remains of Tyrone Jenkins. Eric slumped back down, his face a look of terror and dread. He thought about what the two killers had said to each other, and he knew that clearly they must be sexual psychopaths, having abducted, raped and killed Tyrone in this old house, plus the gravelly voice killer mentioned that there were others buried out there! Eric knew that if he and his friends didn't make their way out of this house, they would be joining Tyrone in the backyard, but not before enduring sexual torture at the paws of the two killers.

The backdoor opened and closed once more. The nasally voiced wolf called out again. "There," he said in a disgusted tone. "Next time you do it!"

"Next time," said the gravelly voice. "I wanna find us a nice male panther to fuck. They're so cute with that jet black fur of theirs!"

Eric looked over at Perry, who had obviously heard the words that had just been spoken. The panther had to cover his mouth to keep from screaming. The four females were trembling with fear at the thought of being discovered by the two killers.

"Got any booze?" asked the nasally voice wolf.

"Yeah," said the gravelly voice. "Right here!"

None of the group locked in the bedroom could hear the two killers slurping down the booze, but they could certainly smell the nasty smelling cigars that were being smoked by them. It was then that Eric whispered over to Perry.

"We gotta get outta here," he said in as quiet of a voice as possible. "Tasha's allergic to smoke, and if she starts coughing and sneezing, we're dead!" "Right," said Perry, regaining his composure. "Our only chance is to make it out the window."

Eric slithered over to the window, placing his paws on the frame. It wouldn't budge! It was then that Tasha came over and unlatched it, making it possible to open. Carefully, slowly, Eric moved the old window up, The window had no screen like modern homes do, so it was only a matter of jumping outside and getting back to Perry's house.

Easier said than done.

With Eric on the left and Perry on the right, they lifted the girls up and out of the window. Luckily it wasn't far to the ground for the girls. One by one they slipped out of the window, until only Eric and Perry were left in the room.

"Just us, pal," whispered Eric.

"Yeah," said Perry, his face drenched in sweat. "I just hope we . . ."

The panther stopped mid sentence, hearing the unnerving sound of footsteps coming towards the bedroom. Both Eric and Perry froze, not making a sound or movement. The doorknob started to turn, but abruptly stopped from being locked. It turned over and over again as one of the killers was trying to get in. He called out to the other killer who must have still been in the living room.

"Damn it, Sean," said the gravelly voice, which was now starting to slur from the affects of alcohol. "Why'd you fuckin' lock the bedroom door?"

Sean, the nasally voiced wolf who buried Tyrone, shot back. "I didn't, you ugly son of a bitch!"

Eric and Perry looked outside, seeing that the four girls had already headed back to Perry's house. The two young felines were about to climb out themselves, when they heard a deafening sound.

CRASH!

The bedroom door was kicked open, revealing the large frame of a gray wolf standing in the doorway holding a flashlight in one paw and a pistol in the other. He looked surprised at first, but his expression quickly changed to unbridled, malevolent cruelty as he saw Eric and Perry huddled up together, shaking uncontrollably.

"Sean," shouted the gravelly voiced, drunken wolf. "Get your ass back here!"

Sean quickly came to the side of his partner. "What's this here?" he asked in his nasally tone.

Eric and Perry sobbed like babies as the two wolves moved in on them. They knew that if they tried to jump out the window they'd get a bullet in their back, and even if that didn't happen, the wolves would chase them with their car. It was like something out of the worst nightmare imaginable.

"This," said the gravelly voiced wolf as he rubbed at his crotch. "This here is our new playmates!"

TO BE CONTINUED!!!