"Get 'im!"

Gavin had just wanted to find a present for his parents for their wedding anniversary. He hadn't expected to find his school bully, Ryan, nor his friends at the mall too.

The young Chipmunk/Fox hybrid ducked and weaved his way through the crowd of people shopping at the mall in a desperate attempt to get as far away from his bullies as possible. The difference in their stamina was obvious; Gavin was a little chubby and shorter than average, but Ryan, a long-sed Ibizan Hound, was quick and agile on his feet compared to his friends. He did his best to try and get around the various mall-goers who were taking their time to walk and browse, but he couldn't completely stop himself from accidentally barging into the occasional shopper. He threw apologies over his shoulder as he went, hoping it might ease their irritation, but frankly he was more concerned about himself. He didn't want to face Ryan's wrath today.

Gavin's pitter-pattering led him from the main group of people at the mall down a hallway to the side, leaning more towards the cheaper stores-- bargain bins, and the like. Most people didn't tend to wander around there despite how cheap they were, and so the once ample crowd of people had all but dissipated into a quiet emptiness. At the far end, a pair of glass double doors led to somewhere outside, and Gavin didn't have time to think about where it led. He barrelled his way across the marble tiles towards the end and pushed the door open, hearing the dull thuds of feet behind him, not far behind.

The outside was warm and sunnery, but Gavin didn't have time to take in his surroundings. His gaze flicked to an underpass beneath a road that ran across the top of the building, and he made a beeline for it, aware that the path took him deep into the residential areas of the city. He stumbled briefly in his shirt and shorts, his messy brown hair briefly covering his eyes as it flopped forwards, and he was forced to brush it out of his eyes, smearing his glasses by extension. He somehow managed to reach the shade of the concrete overhang before he felt a mass on his back, causing him to topple forwards and fall to the ground. His glasses fell from his face and bounced harshly across the pavement, the glass cracking and shattering easily.

For a moment, the hybrid was winded, and he could barely get air into his lungs as the mass eased from atop his body and he was forcibly rolled over, pressed onto his back and greeted to the sight of his bully, Ryan, and his usual group of henchman, all kids around their age. The 13-year-old on the floor sucked in gulps of air and scooted backwards from the group, but they gave him little to not time to recuperate, nor did they intend on just tackling him and leaving him there.

"Thought you could run, huh? Not with those fatty little legs of yours." The slender, athletic teen grinned from cheek to cheek, and his pointed ears perked up as he made a gesture to his friends, who approached Gavin on the floor and grabbed him by the arms, lifting him up and towards a small ledge that sat on either side of the overpass. He slumped against the warm brick seat and withered under their gaze, unsure what they planned to do with him.

"W...What do you want?" He demanded, and the boys exchanged a glance.

"You up and snitched to the teacher about us passing notes for the quiz in class," Ryan began. "So we think we deserve a little payback for that. You were shopping at the mall, right? We'll see how you shop without clothes."

He nodded to his friends, who slowly approached, grabbed at the hem of Gavin's shit and pulling it upwards to reveal his chubby cream-coloured body. The hybrid boy pushed down against their hands in an effort to throw them off, but being winded gave him very little strength to fight them off. They very easily yanked his shirt over his head and left him topless, and embarrassment and humiliation rushed through the cub's body as he made an effort to cover his front, mumbling his complaints. When they went for his pants, he somehow managed a little more strength than before, but it still wasn't enough; he had to watch in a mixture of shock and embarrassment as they managed to wrangle the waistband of his khaki shorts past his hips and down his legs, revealing his boyish, tight-fitting briefs.

"You still wear briefs? Gross." Ryan commented from the side, and as Gavin tried to fend them off of taking his underwear, the other boys hesitated. It was hard to tell if they were just anxious to remove those garments or if they were genuinely regretting their decision to tease him, but whatever the case they pushed the thought aside, their hands descending to his sides. Gavin reached out in an attempt to push or beat them off with clenched firsts, but considering Ryan had 3 lackies who did his every bidding, there was no chance of him winning one against three. The underwear came down at the front and the breeze on his little humanoid dick had the 13-year-old kicking, but that was a mistake; lifting his legs allowed for them to slip the fabric past his cheeks and down his legs. They tugged, and his ankle snagged in the leghole, unceremoniously dragging him off the brick, his head moderately bouncing off it as he went and disorienting him long enough for them to bundle his clothes together and toss them away, to the other side of the underpass where he couldn't reach.

"Get him up." He heard Ryan demand, and his vision blurred as small hands grabbed under his armpits and lifted him onto his feet. His legs didn't want to co-operate and the boys had a hard time carrying him, but they somehow dragged him out into the sunshine and back towards the mall. Gavin was still dizzy from hitting the back of his head and for a little bit couldn't even orient himself properly, let along get himself to stand on his own two feet.

By the time he eventually found purchase with his paws, it was more or less too late. He raised his head to see the thin glass doors leading back to the mall in front of him, and though he struggled with his arms, Ryan reached out to push the door open and the boys shoved him inside. His feet slipped on the marble and he tripped forwards, falling to the floor in a naked heap. His vision was pretty blurry thanks to his lack of glasses and when he turned and tried to scramble towards the doors, the bullies pulled it shut and held it from the outside. Gavin somehow managed to reach up to grab the handle and pulled himself to his feet, but when he tried to pull to get himself out, he couldn't fight against the strength of 3 or 4 teens pulling the other end.

That's when he heard it; the whispers, the murmurs, the occasional giggle. He turned his head to look over his shoulder and his face grew flushed when he saw that those who had exited the nearby stores, or heard the commotion, had spotted him. Some stared, others talked amongst themselves, and some even outright left...but there was a small handful of people who took out their phones and held it up to record or take a picture. Gavin's heart pounded in his ears and he instinctively withdrew his hands from the door and brought them to his crotch to hide himself, but the combination of his humiliation and the pressure of his palms only served to make his young, hormonal loins tingle.

He did the only thing he could think of and ducked to the side, disappearing into one of the stores on his left hand side. His paws met with what felt like laminated wood, but he was barely even taking in his surroundings as he bolted across the room, passing by stools and chairs until he found a quiet corner where no-one was sitting-- not that there seemed to be anyone there, anyway. Once he'd hidden in under the table, he quickly realised that even the lights were off. Had he just barged into a store that wasn't even open?

"Yo, who was that?" Someone called out. "Wait...were you naked?"

Gavin couldn't help but to whimper, and that alerted the stranger to his presence. Beneath the table, he watched slender, grey-furred legs pad across the room, toes pressing and squishing against the wood until he stopped right in front of the table. There was a moment of tense silence before the man abruptly crouched, and Gavin was greeted to the sight of a shaggy-furred dog. His ears were chipped and marked, and a massive scar covered his face, from the left to the right, in a harsh diagonal that ripped across one eye and down his snout...yet somehow, it wasn't all that terrifying. He took one look at the boy and then sighed through his nose, retaining his squat as he settled his arms on his knees.

"Guess you're having a bad day, huh? You got a phone?" He asked, and Gavin shook his head. "...You know your parent's number?"

Slowly, the hybrid nodded, and from within his pocket, the man withdrew his phone and handed it over, unlocking the screen. Gavin was greeted a phone background depicting the man in question, with a kid younger than Gavin hanging off of his clenched, flexed bicep. Gavin instinctively tapped the phone app and brought it up.

"Call your folks," He insisted. "Tell 'em you're at the The Burning Oil. See if they'll pick you up...I ain't got any spare clothes, but I don't open for an hour. You can hide under the table for now, if you want."

"T...Thank you." Gavin was a bit shy, but not ungrateful, and the wolf tilted his head at him for a moment before he straightened up. Gavin watched him pad off and he breathed a sigh, relaxing. He'd be safe here for now, and he quickly dialled his home number, hoping his parents would come pick him up and bring him a fresh set of clothes.

He'd have to thank the man later, somehow...but for now, he'd be just a little selfish, and wallow in his own embarrassment.