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  "description_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>Chapter 3 of Carter&#039;s story. Roger continues to use Carter and ends up going a little far in trying to keep their activities under wraps. Later on the story takes a turn for the dark, as the insidious actions Carter is subject to are revealed.<br /><br />This Chapter was difficult to write. I hope I did it justice.<br /><br />Illustration by <a href=\"https://www.furaffinity.net/user/cupressus/\" rel=\"nofollow\">Mastertuki</a></span>",
  "writing": "Found Wanting\nChapter 3\nStigma and Paroxysm\n\nby Carter Williams\n\nNow that he thought about it, Roger may have been joking, when he demanded cigarettes during detention. Was Carter an idiot for getting them? Probably. Even if the husky wanted them. Why was he an errand boy, too, now? Why did he have to waste his allowance on cigarettes? Moreover, why had he picked exactly this moment to wonder about such things?\n\nCarter opened his eyes as he continued to bob his head. The cream coloured belly wasn’t an unwelcome sight. The panda moved his paws from the husky’s hips and ran his fingers through the soft fur over that belly, up the sides and back down towards his rear end. A look up to the face confirmed his efforts were very much appreciated. His ears could have told him so as well.\n\nSoon all that stimulation brought the canine to a tipping point and the panda readily swallowed everything. There was a certain analogy to what one did with a cigarette. This tasted a lot better though.\n\n“You’re far too good at this. Are you sure my dick was the first you’ve ever sucked?” Roger asked, withdrawing said body part.\n\n“Yeah…” Not really wanting to say, why he was familiar with the motions. He just quietly finished himself off.\n\n“You’ve got a natural talent, my friend!\n\n“Friend, huh? You’ve got an interesting definition of that word.”\nThe two left the stall to clean up and put away their toys. Roger was quiet as they made their way to the bike rack.\n\n“Look. I admit, I haven’t been… the nicest guy to you.”\n\n“Understatement.”\n\n“But I… don’t hate you.”\n\n“I don’t really care. I was mostly just being snarky. I’ll… do the thing for you. That should make you happy, right?” Carter said dismissively, searching his pockets for something, finally producing and holding out a pack of cigarettes. “Here’s your fucking cigarettes.”\n\n“I…” Roger began, but instead reached for the cigarettes. His body language suggested that those words might have left him a little upset. Canines were easy to read in that regard. He took a cigarette from the pack and the panda put it back into his pocket almost without thinking.\n\n“I only tried them once, didn’t like it.” Carter mentioned, only to suddenly realise that a cigarette without some way to light it was a rather useless thing. To his surprise the husky had come prepared and produced his own lighter. “Have you…?”\n\n“No…”\n\nThe panda watched him light it and suck in air through it. He pondered for a moment on whether to educate him on avoiding a coughing fit. “Well, have fun.” He turned to his bike and started undoing the lock and pull it out.\n\nMeanwhile, as predicted Roger had a coughing fit, the time he needed to catch himself was more than enough for the panda to mount his bike and move next to him. “Fuck… what’s fun… about this!?”\n\n“I dunno, my grandfather is wheezing and coughing all the time. And yet he still craves them.”\nBefore the husky could say anything, another student sped around the corner and came to a stop close to the two. She put the bike on the kickstand. Then she suddenly froze wide eyed, grimacing, as she looked sympathetically at Carter. A moment later he realised why, pulling his paw back instinctively, as he cried out in pain. “Ow!” The odour of singed fur was unmistakable.\n\n“Now I’m having fun!” The bully cackled. “That’s what you get for secretly smoking on school grounds!”\n\n“You’re insane, Roger.” The cat demonstratively made her way in between the two guys. “Shit like this is exactly why no one likes you.” She started to gesture as she went on a little rant. “Do you really want your life to be a sad miserable pile of dog shit? You’re always gonna cry yourself to sleep because you can’t find a girlfriend. Every girl hates your guts. Trust me, no one is ever going to suck your fucking dick.”\n\nCarter nearly choked at the last sentence, before pretending he was busy examining his cigarette burn.\n\n“Pardon the language,” she said apologetically in the panda’s direction. Language wasn’t the problem here. But sure, let’s go with that. Focusing back on Roger, she continued. “Just go home freak, you’ve done enough.”\n\nThe canine’s ears had stopped standing at attention -- a while ago. When he turned to leave, the panda could glance at his amber and blue eyes. Regret. There had never been any malice. He had simply panicked and played the bully. In a way, it was the cat’s fault for showing up. She wasn’t wrong about Roger’s behaviour though, perhaps he should think about some of his life choices.\n\n“Uh… thanks,” Carter said after he was alone with the cat.\n\n“I didn’t exactly do that for you. The fact that I hate him, doesn’t mean I like you.”\n\n“I’m keenly aware of that. Can I ask you for a favour though? Think you could stay quiet about this? I don't exactly want to deal with Prissy, even if Rog deserves it.”\n\n“Eh, that suits me just fine. Didn’t really want to get involved anyway. You better fuck off, before I change my mind, Loser.”\n\nThat’s all the incentive Carter needed to mount his bike properly and start to pedal.\n\n* * *\n\nHis grandparent’s place was only a kilometre away. Perhaps even less. He didn’t want to go at all. If it was just Nan, it would be fine. But unfortunately, he’s there too. Rethinking life choices, the panda pondered. Did he even have a choice in the matter? Maybe he could convince his mother to let him stay at home alone. Rewarm stuff in the microwave.\n\nBefore he knew it, he was already at his destination. As Carter pulled up, his grandmother was busy locking the front door of the building. A basket was hanging from the elderly panda’s left arm. Her plans were easy to deduce. “Out of groceries, Nan?” He asked, as he parked his bike next to the short stone wall separating the grass from the footpath and the street. Then he secured it with a chain and lock.\n\nNan turned around with a big smile on her face. “CC! There you are! How was school, dear?” She inquired but didn’t even give pause for the question to be answered. “Jasmin had to drop off Alex last minute...”\n\n“Alex is… up there with… grandpa?” A cold shiver ran down Carter’s spine. No. This can’t be happening! Grandpa can’t be left alone with Alex. He had to get up there. Now!\n\n“Mmh… I wanted to make something special for you two, since he’s eating with us. So, I’ll be going to buy some more ingredients.” She made her way to the small fence gate and the young panda held it open for her. “Thank you, dear. Maybe you could help Alex out, until I’m back. He was trying to build… something… with his Legos.”\n\n“Sure, Nan.” He watched her take those two steps down to street level. “Later!” Quickly he made his way to the door, not even paying attention to her anymore. It took some time to find the keys, let himself in and relock the door. Then he just ran up the stairs.\n\nHis lungs were burning, and his legs were aching by the time he reached the flat door. That was probably the fastest he’s ever made his way up the five flights of stairs to the third floor. It probably took a lot longer to fiddle with the keys to open the door, but this also gave him time to catch his breath. Graphic imaginings of what was going on inside the flat were running rampant in his mind.\n\n“Hello?” Carter asked no one in particular, but mostly to announce his presence, politely. There were no suspicious noises, so he took the time to clean his shoes on the rug, before stepping inside and closing the door. “Alex?” No reaction. The door to the master bedroom was closed. The kitchen was empty, and from what he could see of the dining and living room so were they.\n\nAfter tossing his rucksack below the coat rack, he started walking further down the corridor and investigated the spare room. And sure enough, Alex was sitting there, building what could only be described as some kind of… Lego monstrosity. “Hey there, little man. Why didn’t you answer when I called?”\n\n“Busy!” was the preschooler's answer. Short and snappy. Cheeky little bastard that one. More importantly though, he was the cutest and most adorable little lamb. Unfortunately, the fluffy little boy was keenly aware of that fact and knew he could get away with a lot of things.\n\n“I can see that. Nana thought, I should help you with… whatever that is. But I guess you have it well in hand.” Alex didn’t respond, but Carter could see him grinning. How did a red panda and a sheep end up producing this little rascal anyway? Before he could ponder that question further, a certain sound reminded him of his earlier panic. He subconsciously took a hold of the door frame, his claws digging into the wall.\n\n* * *\n\nGrandpa closed the bathroom door. “Carter! I’m happy to see you…” The elderly weasel quietly crept behind his grandson, perhaps not wanting to call Alex’s attention. Yet, anyway. The young panda wasn’t even surprised, when he felt a muzzle inhaling deeply at the back of his head, as a greedy paw wiggled its way right into his pants and underwear.\n\nTypical, he goes for the first fucking chance he gets. “The only thing I’m happy about is Nan’s cooking,” he replied dryly. Any appetite he might have had was long gone, replaced with a sickening feeling in his stomach. Despite having had time to recover from the run up the stairs, his heart was beating faster again. Rhythmic thumping sounds in his ears were indicating it.\n\nIt was so clear now. Naturally, he wouldn’t say anything before. There was no need to. He must have been spying from the bathroom window, smoking his fucking cigarettes. The moment Nan had left, he’d gone to his window, making sure she wasn’t turning around unexpectedly. Those fears for Alex were all too warranted. There was a plan in motion.\n\nA tongue running along the side of his exposed neck made the teenager shiver, the smell of tobacco heavy. His body had already betrayed him and was readily reacting to the unwanted stimuli. It was hard. “I don’t think that’s true. You are… rather happy.” Carter folded his ears against his head at those words, knowing he couldn’t win this game. He never wanted to come here anymore.\n\nHis eyes fell on his cousin and it dawned on him. If he made himself unavailable the predator would find new prey. Soon Alex would look up and wonder, what’s going on in Carter’s pants? Then it hit him. That was the arsehole’s plan all along. He wanted the lamb to notice. He wanted him to wonder, to ask questions… to participate. To make him do things… he wanted fucking panda on sheep action. \n\nHoly shit. This can’t be happening.\n\nCould he really allow his cousin to go through the same thing he had or even something worse? Could he just obey… his orders? Should he just be introducing him in the gentlest and most respectful way possible? Make sure the old shithead doesn’t get any chance himself? Those couldn’t be the only options. Those were no options. Betrayal in the name of cowardice or protection?\n\nNo. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Hell no! That piece of shit was not going to touch the little one. No one is -- ever. “…And neither… are you going to… touch me… again!” Carter added in a tiny whisper through gritted teeth and heavy breathing. There was a bad taste in his mouth now and it was unpleasantly dry.\n\nThe young panda’s entire body was now shaking, and he could no longer think clearly. The last thing he noticed before everything went silent, was the fur standing up all over his body and the loss of his erection. Even the beat of his own heart, he had been so acutely aware of before, was now absent.\n\nDarkness was creeping in around the edge of his vision, the only thing he could see was Alex’s face, the rest of him and the room was now just black. If he was in his right mind, he might have wondered why. His only concern was a threat that needed to be removed. Any semblance of rationality was gone and with it any inhibition. Anger was firmly in charge now. And Anger lashed out.\n\nWithout warning the young panda’s elbow swiftly moved backwards and collided with the old weasel’s lower abdomen. Before the target of his aggression could even vocalise a pain response, Carter had spun around and swiftly kicked the man he no longer considered his grandfather in the balls. His heartbeat returned alongside his hearing, in time to hear screaming and what sounded like a bone breaking.\n\nThe anger subsided as quickly as it had risen, leaving Carter to stare in disbelief at what he had just done. Grand-… Pascal was lying on the floor in what looked and sounded like excruciating pain, that left him unable to say anything coherent between curses.\n\n“What happened? What’s going on?” A tiny panicked voice demanded to know. The little lamb had evidently made his way into the corridor.\n\nShit. Shit. Shit. “He… suddenly fell.” Yes, he did. He was totally not attacked. Some measure of clear thought was starting to return to him. Or maybe he was just in shock or something? It didn’t matter. “I will have to call an ambulance. Could you go to the dining room window and watch out for Nana? Also, can you tell me when the ambulance is here. They’ll need to know exactly where to go.”\n\nThe young child looked in between Pascal writhing on the floor, holding his hip, and Carter. “I… um… I guess... I’mma do a good job!” He finally stuttered and walked into the dining room.\n\n“Be careful, when you get on a chair! You don’t want to fall too.” The panda warned, before his gaze returned to the old man on the floor. A lop-sided grin had formed on his face along with a feeling of being far too pleased with himself. He chastised himself immediately and reached for the phone and dialled emergency services.\n\n“I will!” the child exclaimed.\n\n“Hello? Yes. My… grandpa fell somehow. He’s in a lot of pain. He might have broken something.” He said, proceeding to answer follow-up questions such as the location of the… accident. All the while he observed the weasel, who seemed to slowly get a handle on the pain. Better keep your mouth shut, arsehole. \n\n“I’m with my little cousin. He’s only five. I sent him to watch for Nana to come home and tell me if he sees the ambulance. Huh? I’m fourteen. Grandpa is the only adult here. Nana’s gonna be back very soon, she was only buying groceries across the street. Is that all you need? Okay. Will do. Thanks. Goodbye.”\n\nAs if he had waited for Carter to hang up, Pascal spoke up. “Why? ... You… little... shit!” He managed to say in between wheezing. He probably took note of who was on the other end of the phone, even if he hadn’t been able to talk yet.\n\n“Now, now. Don’t get worked up over nothing,” the teenager said in a low calm voice, while gesturing dismissively. “These are the consequences of your actions. What matters is what you did. And what you were planning on doing to him”, pointing his thumb over his shoulder towards the dining room, before staring back down coldly. “Who would get into more trouble, if I told them... everything?” \n\nThe old man was quiet. At least as far as speaking was concerned.\n\n“That’s what I thought.”\n\nThese are Roger’s tactics. Manipulation, blackmail… and violence too. What the hell was he doing? This can’t be real. The capacity for… this? That piece of shit on the floor deserved it. Right? Then why did it feel so wrong?\nSatisfaction.\n\nThe truth was he was enjoying himself. Too much. Is this what Roger felt? Getting off on the power to hurt and control others? Bloody hell…\n\nThe panda forced those thoughts out of his mind. Now was not the time to ponder those questions. There wasn’t much time. The ambulance would be here soon. Nan would be back presently. He had to finish this. There was no turning back now. Do what’s necessary. There will be fallout to deal with no matter what.\n\nMaking extra sure his cousin couldn’t hear him, he crouched down to make his demands. “Here’s the deal… You will keep your mouth shut about the attack, Pascal.” The old weasel inhaled sharply at that. Carter proceeded. “When you enjoy your…” he gesticulated for emphasis. “…lovely stay at the hospital, you will be making arrangements for your move into a nursing home.”\n\nThere was no immediate answer. The panda remembered that open pack of cigarettes he was still carrying. “Oh right, I almost forgot. Might as well put those to good use.” He produced the pack from his pocket and tossed it on the old man’s chest. “A farewell gift. It’s your brand. I figure, if someone’s gonna smoke himself to death, it should be you. You’re almost there anyway.”\n\n“I can see Nana!” Alex calls from the dining room.\n\nCarter got back up and turned around. “Tick, tock. Your ‘carriage’ will be here soon, too. Better think of an explanation for what happened. Unless, you’d like me to explain it? Of course.” Leaving the question hanging, he moved into the dining room, hugging his little cousin from behind and looking out the window over his shoulder. “Good job, little man! Let’s go downstairs and say ‘hi’!”\n\n“What about grandpa?”\n\n“Oh, he’ll be fine.” He raised his voice and leaned back to look over his shoulder. “Isn’t that right… grandpa?”\n\nThere was a pause. “Yes!” Pascal almost screamed that word in an exasperated, pain strained voice.\n\nHe took his cousin’s little paw and they made their way to the flat’s front door while carefully avoiding stepping on the old man.",
  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>Found Wanting<br />Chapter 3<br />Stigma and Paroxysm<br /><br />by Carter Williams<br /><br />Now that he thought about it, Roger may have been joking, when he demanded cigarettes during detention. Was Carter an idiot for getting them? Probably. Even if the husky wanted them. Why was he an errand boy, too, now? Why did he have to waste his allowance on cigarettes? Moreover, why had he picked exactly this moment to wonder about such things?<br /><br />Carter opened his eyes as he continued to bob his head. The cream coloured belly wasn&rsquo;t an unwelcome sight. The panda moved his paws from the husky&rsquo;s hips and ran his fingers through the soft fur over that belly, up the sides and back down towards his rear end. A look up to the face confirmed his efforts were very much appreciated. His ears could have told him so as well.<br /><br />Soon all that stimulation brought the canine to a tipping point and the panda readily swallowed everything. There was a certain analogy to what one did with a cigarette. This tasted a lot better though.<br /><br />&ldquo;You&rsquo;re far too good at this. Are you sure my dick was the first you&rsquo;ve ever sucked?&rdquo; Roger asked, withdrawing said body part.<br /><br />&ldquo;Yeah&hellip;&rdquo; Not really wanting to say, why he was familiar with the motions. He just quietly finished himself off.<br /><br />&ldquo;You&rsquo;ve got a natural talent, my friend!<br /><br />&ldquo;Friend, huh? You&rsquo;ve got an interesting definition of that word.&rdquo;<br />The two left the stall to clean up and put away their toys. Roger was quiet as they made their way to the bike rack.<br /><br />&ldquo;Look. I admit, I haven&rsquo;t been&hellip; the nicest guy to you.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Understatement.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;But I&hellip; don&rsquo;t hate you.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t really care. I was mostly just being snarky. I&rsquo;ll&hellip; do the thing for you. That should make you happy, right?&rdquo; Carter said dismissively, searching his pockets for something, finally producing and holding out a pack of cigarettes. &ldquo;Here&rsquo;s your fucking cigarettes.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;I&hellip;&rdquo; Roger began, but instead reached for the cigarettes. His body language suggested that those words might have left him a little upset. Canines were easy to read in that regard. He took a cigarette from the pack and the panda put it back into his pocket almost without thinking.<br /><br />&ldquo;I only tried them once, didn&rsquo;t like it.&rdquo; Carter mentioned, only to suddenly realise that a cigarette without some way to light it was a rather useless thing. To his surprise the husky had come prepared and produced his own lighter. &ldquo;Have you&hellip;?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;No&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />The panda watched him light it and suck in air through it. He pondered for a moment on whether to educate him on avoiding a coughing fit. &ldquo;Well, have fun.&rdquo; He turned to his bike and started undoing the lock and pull it out.<br /><br />Meanwhile, as predicted Roger had a coughing fit, the time he needed to catch himself was more than enough for the panda to mount his bike and move next to him. &ldquo;Fuck&hellip; what&rsquo;s fun&hellip; about this!?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;I dunno, my grandfather is wheezing and coughing all the time. And yet he still craves them.&rdquo;<br />Before the husky could say anything, another student sped around the corner and came to a stop close to the two. She put the bike on the kickstand. Then she suddenly froze wide eyed, grimacing, as she looked sympathetically at Carter. A moment later he realised why, pulling his paw back instinctively, as he cried out in pain. &ldquo;Ow!&rdquo; The odour of singed fur was unmistakable.<br /><br />&ldquo;Now I&rsquo;m having fun!&rdquo; The bully cackled. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s what you get for secretly smoking on school grounds!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;You&rsquo;re insane, Roger.&rdquo; The cat demonstratively made her way in between the two guys. &ldquo;Shit like this is exactly why no one likes you.&rdquo; She started to gesture as she went on a little rant. &ldquo;Do you really want your life to be a sad miserable pile of dog shit? You&rsquo;re always gonna cry yourself to sleep because you can&rsquo;t find a girlfriend. Every girl hates your guts. Trust me, no one is ever going to suck your fucking dick.&rdquo;<br /><br />Carter nearly choked at the last sentence, before pretending he was busy examining his cigarette burn.<br /><br />&ldquo;Pardon the language,&rdquo; she said apologetically in the panda&rsquo;s direction. Language wasn&rsquo;t the problem here. But sure, let&rsquo;s go with that. Focusing back on Roger, she continued. &ldquo;Just go home freak, you&rsquo;ve done enough.&rdquo;<br /><br />The canine&rsquo;s ears had stopped standing at attention -- a while ago. When he turned to leave, the panda could glance at his amber and blue eyes. Regret. There had never been any malice. He had simply panicked and played the bully. In a way, it was the cat&rsquo;s fault for showing up. She wasn&rsquo;t wrong about Roger&rsquo;s behaviour though, perhaps he should think about some of his life choices.<br /><br />&ldquo;Uh&hellip; thanks,&rdquo; Carter said after he was alone with the cat.<br /><br />&ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t exactly do that for you. The fact that I hate him, doesn&rsquo;t mean I like you.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m keenly aware of that. Can I ask you for a favour though? Think you could stay quiet about this? I don&#039;t exactly want to deal with Prissy, even if Rog deserves it.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Eh, that suits me just fine. Didn&rsquo;t really want to get involved anyway. You better fuck off, before I change my mind, Loser.&rdquo;<br /><br />That&rsquo;s all the incentive Carter needed to mount his bike properly and start to pedal.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />His grandparent&rsquo;s place was only a kilometre away. Perhaps even less. He didn&rsquo;t want to go at all. If it was just Nan, it would be fine. But unfortunately, he&rsquo;s there too. Rethinking life choices, the panda pondered. Did he even have a choice in the matter? Maybe he could convince his mother to let him stay at home alone. Rewarm stuff in the microwave.<br /><br />Before he knew it, he was already at his destination. As Carter pulled up, his grandmother was busy locking the front door of the building. A basket was hanging from the elderly panda&rsquo;s left arm. Her plans were easy to deduce. &ldquo;Out of groceries, Nan?&rdquo; He asked, as he parked his bike next to the short stone wall separating the grass from the footpath and the street. Then he secured it with a chain and lock.<br /><br />Nan turned around with a big smile on her face. &ldquo;CC! There you are! How was school, dear?&rdquo; She inquired but didn&rsquo;t even give pause for the question to be answered. &ldquo;Jasmin had to drop off Alex last minute...&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Alex is&hellip; up there with&hellip; grandpa?&rdquo; A cold shiver ran down Carter&rsquo;s spine. No. This can&rsquo;t be happening! Grandpa can&rsquo;t be left alone with Alex. He had to get up there. Now!<br /><br />&ldquo;Mmh&hellip; I wanted to make something special for you two, since he&rsquo;s eating with us. So, I&rsquo;ll be going to buy some more ingredients.&rdquo; She made her way to the small fence gate and the young panda held it open for her. &ldquo;Thank you, dear. Maybe you could help Alex out, until I&rsquo;m back. He was trying to build&hellip; something&hellip; with his Legos.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Sure, Nan.&rdquo; He watched her take those two steps down to street level. &ldquo;Later!&rdquo; Quickly he made his way to the door, not even paying attention to her anymore. It took some time to find the keys, let himself in and relock the door. Then he just ran up the stairs.<br /><br />His lungs were burning, and his legs were aching by the time he reached the flat door. That was probably the fastest he&rsquo;s ever made his way up the five flights of stairs to the third floor. It probably took a lot longer to fiddle with the keys to open the door, but this also gave him time to catch his breath. Graphic imaginings of what was going on inside the flat were running rampant in his mind.<br /><br />&ldquo;Hello?&rdquo; Carter asked no one in particular, but mostly to announce his presence, politely. There were no suspicious noises, so he took the time to clean his shoes on the rug, before stepping inside and closing the door. &ldquo;Alex?&rdquo; No reaction. The door to the master bedroom was closed. The kitchen was empty, and from what he could see of the dining and living room so were they.<br /><br />After tossing his rucksack below the coat rack, he started walking further down the corridor and investigated the spare room. And sure enough, Alex was sitting there, building what could only be described as some kind of&hellip; Lego monstrosity. &ldquo;Hey there, little man. Why didn&rsquo;t you answer when I called?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Busy!&rdquo; was the preschooler&#039;s answer. Short and snappy. Cheeky little bastard that one. More importantly though, he was the cutest and most adorable little lamb. Unfortunately, the fluffy little boy was keenly aware of that fact and knew he could get away with a lot of things.<br /><br />&ldquo;I can see that. Nana thought, I should help you with&hellip; whatever that is. But I guess you have it well in hand.&rdquo; Alex didn&rsquo;t respond, but Carter could see him grinning. How did a red panda and a sheep end up producing this little rascal anyway? Before he could ponder that question further, a certain sound reminded him of his earlier panic. He subconsciously took a hold of the door frame, his claws digging into the wall.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Grandpa closed the bathroom door. &ldquo;Carter! I&rsquo;m happy to see you&hellip;&rdquo; The elderly weasel quietly crept behind his grandson, perhaps not wanting to call Alex&rsquo;s attention. Yet, anyway. The young panda wasn&rsquo;t even surprised, when he felt a muzzle inhaling deeply at the back of his head, as a greedy paw wiggled its way right into his pants and underwear.<br /><br />Typical, he goes for the first fucking chance he gets. &ldquo;The only thing I&rsquo;m happy about is Nan&rsquo;s cooking,&rdquo; he replied dryly. Any appetite he might have had was long gone, replaced with a sickening feeling in his stomach. Despite having had time to recover from the run up the stairs, his heart was beating faster again. Rhythmic thumping sounds in his ears were indicating it.<br /><br />It was so clear now. Naturally, he wouldn&rsquo;t say anything before. There was no need to. He must have been spying from the bathroom window, smoking his fucking cigarettes. The moment Nan had left, he&rsquo;d gone to his window, making sure she wasn&rsquo;t turning around unexpectedly. Those fears for Alex were all too warranted. There was a plan in motion.<br /><br />A tongue running along the side of his exposed neck made the teenager shiver, the smell of tobacco heavy. His body had already betrayed him and was readily reacting to the unwanted stimuli. It was hard. &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t think that&rsquo;s true. You are&hellip; rather happy.&rdquo; Carter folded his ears against his head at those words, knowing he couldn&rsquo;t win this game. He never wanted to come here anymore.<br /><br />His eyes fell on his cousin and it dawned on him. If he made himself unavailable the predator would find new prey. Soon Alex would look up and wonder, what&rsquo;s going on in Carter&rsquo;s pants? Then it hit him. That was the arsehole&rsquo;s plan all along. He wanted the lamb to notice. He wanted him to wonder, to ask questions&hellip; to participate. To make him do things&hellip; he wanted fucking panda on sheep action. <br /><br />Holy shit. This can&rsquo;t be happening.<br /><br />Could he really allow his cousin to go through the same thing he had or even something worse? Could he just obey&hellip; his orders? Should he just be introducing him in the gentlest and most respectful way possible? Make sure the old shithead doesn&rsquo;t get any chance himself? Those couldn&rsquo;t be the only options. Those were no options. Betrayal in the name of cowardice or protection?<br /><br />No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Hell no! That piece of shit was not going to touch the little one. No one is -- ever. &ldquo;&hellip;And neither&hellip; are you going to&hellip; touch me&hellip; again!&rdquo; Carter added in a tiny whisper through gritted teeth and heavy breathing. There was a bad taste in his mouth now and it was unpleasantly dry.<br /><br />The young panda&rsquo;s entire body was now shaking, and he could no longer think clearly. The last thing he noticed before everything went silent, was the fur standing up all over his body and the loss of his erection. Even the beat of his own heart, he had been so acutely aware of before, was now absent.<br /><br />Darkness was creeping in around the edge of his vision, the only thing he could see was Alex&rsquo;s face, the rest of him and the room was now just black. If he was in his right mind, he might have wondered why. His only concern was a threat that needed to be removed. Any semblance of rationality was gone and with it any inhibition. Anger was firmly in charge now. And Anger lashed out.<br /><br />Without warning the young panda&rsquo;s elbow swiftly moved backwards and collided with the old weasel&rsquo;s lower abdomen. Before the target of his aggression could even vocalise a pain response, Carter had spun around and swiftly kicked the man he no longer considered his grandfather in the balls. His heartbeat returned alongside his hearing, in time to hear screaming and what sounded like a bone breaking.<br /><br />The anger subsided as quickly as it had risen, leaving Carter to stare in disbelief at what he had just done. Grand-&hellip; Pascal was lying on the floor in what looked and sounded like excruciating pain, that left him unable to say anything coherent between curses.<br /><br />&ldquo;What happened? What&rsquo;s going on?&rdquo; A tiny panicked voice demanded to know. The little lamb had evidently made his way into the corridor.<br /><br />Shit. Shit. Shit. &ldquo;He&hellip; suddenly fell.&rdquo; Yes, he did. He was totally not attacked. Some measure of clear thought was starting to return to him. Or maybe he was just in shock or something? It didn&rsquo;t matter. &ldquo;I will have to call an ambulance. Could you go to the dining room window and watch out for Nana? Also, can you tell me when the ambulance is here. They&rsquo;ll need to know exactly where to go.&rdquo;<br /><br />The young child looked in between Pascal writhing on the floor, holding his hip, and Carter. &ldquo;I&hellip; um&hellip; I guess... I&rsquo;mma do a good job!&rdquo; He finally stuttered and walked into the dining room.<br /><br />&ldquo;Be careful, when you get on a chair! You don&rsquo;t want to fall too.&rdquo; The panda warned, before his gaze returned to the old man on the floor. A lop-sided grin had formed on his face along with a feeling of being far too pleased with himself. He chastised himself immediately and reached for the phone and dialled emergency services.<br /><br />&ldquo;I will!&rdquo; the child exclaimed.<br /><br />&ldquo;Hello? Yes. My&hellip; grandpa fell somehow. He&rsquo;s in a lot of pain. He might have broken something.&rdquo; He said, proceeding to answer follow-up questions such as the location of the&hellip; accident. All the while he observed the weasel, who seemed to slowly get a handle on the pain. Better keep your mouth shut, arsehole. <br /><br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m with my little cousin. He&rsquo;s only five. I sent him to watch for Nana to come home and tell me if he sees the ambulance. Huh? I&rsquo;m fourteen. Grandpa is the only adult here. Nana&rsquo;s gonna be back very soon, she was only buying groceries across the street. Is that all you need? Okay. Will do. Thanks. Goodbye.&rdquo;<br /><br />As if he had waited for Carter to hang up, Pascal spoke up. &ldquo;Why? ... You&hellip; little... shit!&rdquo; He managed to say in between wheezing. He probably took note of who was on the other end of the phone, even if he hadn&rsquo;t been able to talk yet.<br /><br />&ldquo;Now, now. Don&rsquo;t get worked up over nothing,&rdquo; the teenager said in a low calm voice, while gesturing dismissively. &ldquo;These are the consequences of your actions. What matters is what you did. And what you were planning on doing to him&rdquo;, pointing his thumb over his shoulder towards the dining room, before staring back down coldly. &ldquo;Who would get into more trouble, if I told them... everything?&rdquo; <br /><br />The old man was quiet. At least as far as speaking was concerned.<br /><br />&ldquo;That&rsquo;s what I thought.&rdquo;<br /><br />These are Roger&rsquo;s tactics. Manipulation, blackmail&hellip; and violence too. What the hell was he doing? This can&rsquo;t be real. The capacity for&hellip; this? That piece of shit on the floor deserved it. Right? Then why did it feel so wrong?<br />Satisfaction.<br /><br />The truth was he was enjoying himself. Too much. Is this what Roger felt? Getting off on the power to hurt and control others? Bloody hell&hellip;<br /><br />The panda forced those thoughts out of his mind. Now was not the time to ponder those questions. There wasn&rsquo;t much time. The ambulance would be here soon. Nan would be back presently. He had to finish this. There was no turning back now. Do what&rsquo;s necessary. There will be fallout to deal with no matter what.<br /><br />Making extra sure his cousin couldn&rsquo;t hear him, he crouched down to make his demands. &ldquo;Here&rsquo;s the deal&hellip; You will keep your mouth shut about the attack, Pascal.&rdquo; The old weasel inhaled sharply at that. Carter proceeded. &ldquo;When you enjoy your&hellip;&rdquo; he gesticulated for emphasis. &ldquo;&hellip;lovely stay at the hospital, you will be making arrangements for your move into a nursing home.&rdquo;<br /><br />There was no immediate answer. The panda remembered that open pack of cigarettes he was still carrying. &ldquo;Oh right, I almost forgot. Might as well put those to good use.&rdquo; He produced the pack from his pocket and tossed it on the old man&rsquo;s chest. &ldquo;A farewell gift. It&rsquo;s your brand. I figure, if someone&rsquo;s gonna smoke himself to death, it should be you. You&rsquo;re almost there anyway.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;I can see Nana!&rdquo; Alex calls from the dining room.<br /><br />Carter got back up and turned around. &ldquo;Tick, tock. Your &lsquo;carriage&rsquo; will be here soon, too. Better think of an explanation for what happened. Unless, you&rsquo;d like me to explain it? Of course.&rdquo; Leaving the question hanging, he moved into the dining room, hugging his little cousin from behind and looking out the window over his shoulder. &ldquo;Good job, little man! Let&rsquo;s go downstairs and say &lsquo;hi&rsquo;!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;What about grandpa?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh, he&rsquo;ll be fine.&rdquo; He raised his voice and leaned back to look over his shoulder. &ldquo;Isn&rsquo;t that right&hellip; grandpa?&rdquo;<br /><br />There was a pause. &ldquo;Yes!&rdquo; Pascal almost screamed that word in an exasperated, pain strained voice.<br /><br />He took his cousin&rsquo;s little paw and they made their way to the flat&rsquo;s front door while carefully avoiding stepping on the old man.</span>",
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