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A Bully, A Bitch, And A Little Boy is a collaboration with a friend that we started working on together over 2 years ago. It consists of 14 chapters written by me that will be uploaded weekly. Each chapter also includes a piece of art drawn by a friend. We came up with the plot together.

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He could still see their bodies, thrusting together in frantic embrace, sweating, spasming, cumming.\n\n[i]Zavoc was right.[/i][i][/i]\n\nThe words quaked inside his brain, and the walls he’d built so carefully all those years ago started to crack and crumble around him.\n\nHe could still hear Zavoc’s groans echoing inside his brain, and Finn’s screams, the sounds of their damp bodies slapping together, the splatter of Zavoc’s cum from Finn’s hole, the things they had said to each other as they were lost in their own intimate moment together -- a place where Archer didn’t even exist for either of them.\n\n[i]He can never do this for you!\n\nPlease, keep going!\n\nI’m claiming this fuckin ass!\n\nGuuuhhhhhhh…[/i][i][/i]\n\nAll Archer could smell was cum. The sweet, innocent taste of young otter, all over his body, on his face, in his nostrils. And the thick, musky stench of manly bull, all over Archer’s balls and thighs, soaking into his fur, dripping down and oozing into his ass crack.\n\nHis soul broken, his heart crushed, his mind fractured, the coyote was a shell. The boy he loved had been brutally fucked to screaming orgasm on top of him, in his face. Finn’s virginity had been claimed forever by another man. Their captor. Their torturer. An evil, scheming bull. And Finn had [i]asked [/i][i][/i]for it, because Finn trusted the bull, because Finn wanted him. Because he resented Archer -- angry, hurt, and betrayed.\n\nEverything had gone wrong. How could their relationship heal from this? Finn would never truly be his again, and Archer could never feel comfortably intimate with his lover again. Not when Finn could compare Archer to the dark bull. He could never give the kid what Zavoc had given him. They would both, forever, know that. The scars inflicted by Zavoc would always be there in both their minds, lurking underneath the surface, never to heal -- a dark shadow forever looming in their hearts and minds.\n\n[i]Zavoc was right.[/i][i][/i]\n\nHe’d seen his young lover turn against him, ask for another man to fuck him, and then explode with cum and pleasure while getting anally rammed. His boyfriend and another man had kissed and held each other in naked embrace, and now they were lying on the other couch, holding each other, making out with each other intimately, exploring each other’s sweaty bodies, sharing whispered words and small smiles and gentle strokes. He’d seen his underage boyfriend scream while his virginity was fucked out of him by a too-big bull dick. He’d seen his lover cry that it was too much and grasp at Archer’s fur for help. He’d seen a pleasure that was far too much for a young mind to properly comprehend take hold of Finn’s little body and warp his brain forever.\n\n[i]Zavoc was right.[/i][i][/i]\n\nAnd so, Archer was stuck there in a loop, in his mind, replaying it all over and over, because he couldn’t break free… because his wounded soul was searching for an answer to a question.\n\n[i]Have I been lying to myself?[/i][i][/i]\n\nIt was terrifying, and unshakeable.\n\nBecause this was meant to be Archer’s personal hell, designed just to make him suffer. It was perfect in a way -- the epitome of Zavoc’s cruelty. Clever, complex, permanent, immaculately painful, and astonishing to behold. The bull had taken what meant the most to Archer and turned it against him. And Archer had done everything someone might expect of anyone in his situation. He had screamed for Zavoc to stop, pleaded with the bull’s morality, and bargained with his own body. He had cried, and apologised, and fought. Despite the odds, and despite being outmatched, he had fought through the taunts and the punches and the rape. He had paid for it with pain and tears and blood. It was a personal hell. And he was [i]meant [/i][i][/i]to hate it.\n\nBut… [i]uggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh[/i][i][/i].\n\nAs he watched Finn get raped by Zavoc on top of him…\n\nAll the coyote could feel the entire time… was [i]lust[/i][i][/i].\n\nRaging.\n\nRoaring.\n\nFURIOUS.\n\nLUST.\n\nDespite his whimpered protests and tears, when he saw that massive stud of a bull take what he wanted and rape the shit out of that fuckable kid… Archer had been turned on beyond belief.\n\nHe almost… [i]wanted [/i][i][/i]it to happen. \n\nGod, he wanted Zavoc to split the little slut in half with his cock. He wanted to watch tears stream from his kid boyfriend’s face, struggling and sobbing, as the little child attempted to take the bull’s massive adult penis into his tiny little premature body. \n\nAnd yes, Archer had cried and begged and whimpered for it to stop, but underneath it all, the groaning thoughts of an internal darkness had still scratched at the insides of his skull.\n\n[i]Fuck the hell out of that little whore you big stud.\n\nSlam fuck his chubby ass cheeks.\n\nBreak his tight little hole in.\n\nHold him by the hair and use him like he’s a fuckin toy.\n\nMake him scream and cry.\n\nMake the little slut cum![/i][i][/i]\n\nAnd the most disturbing thing was… the thoughts weren’t new to him. No, something deep within him, long repressed and hidden away, had awoken once more. And it could be traced back many years. \n\nHe’d been like a parent to Finn for all that time. He’d taken him in and cared for him, every single day, for years. He’d sacrificed so much for him. He’d played games with him every day. He’d paid for him to have toys, to go to school, to get therapy, to eat all the endless fucking sweets he liked. He’d held him when he cried over his dead parents, and Finn had cried often. He’d given so much of himself to try to make him happy. Archer had given up a different kind of life to be able to look after the orphaned otter.\n\nAnd yes, of course, the happiness Archer got out of having Finn in his life made up for all the negatives -- many times over. He’d never felt like he had a purpose in life until Finn became his responsibility. When there were glimpses of happiness in the darkness, and Archer saw a smile on Finn’s face, it made him feel like he was doing something right... like he was a good person, like his life had purpose and meaning.\n\nBut it was so difficult sometimes, too. So… fucking… difficult.\n\nAnd not even because of the sacrifice, or the money, or the time.\n\nBut because of the craving that stalked the shadows of his brain.\n\nIn those difficult moments with Finn, fleeting impulses appeared from the darkness. They came from the blackest, most secret part of his mind, a source of agonising hunger. Ravenous and furious in equal parts, enough to scare him, that part of his mind had awoken the day he started caring for Finn -- [i]no, fuck it[/i][i][/i], from the day they’d met when Finn was six years old. From the first time it had seen that tiny, beautiful, innocent boy.\n\nAnd that part of his mind wanted to pin the little kid down against the floor, rip his pants down, and cram his dick inside that tiny plump ass with a paw around Finn’s mouth and pound away as hard as he could like an animal until he blasted his load into the kid’s guts, and then keep on fucking him until he blew another one. As it saw Finn laying on the floor innocently playing with building blocks, it wanted to [i]use [/i][i][/i]the boy’s little body and jiggly ass -- so fucking tight and so fucking [i]perfect[/i][i][/i]. Shit, it wanted to rape it. That part of his mind didn’t care if it hurt or scared the little boy, because [i]fuck it[/i][i][/i], it [i]wanted [/i][i][/i]to hurt and scare him. He had suffered himself. And so, it wanted, for once, to be powerful and manly and utterly in control of someone like a sweet young boy. It looked upon that child with lust and told him that Finn was no more than a tight hole, and it could be [i]his[/i][i][/i], that the kid was made to be fucked. Asking to be raped. There for Archer to feel good.\n\nHe would force himself to forget those thoughts. He refused to accept he could be a child rapist. But in the dark moments of his life with Finn -- when the coyote was in a very bad mood because the otter had been crying and screaming all day, when the coyote was too drunk, or when he had restless dreams -- that black, hidden part of his mind told Archer that for all the sacrifices he’d made for the kid... Archer fucking deserved to do this for himself. He deserved to [i]take [/i][i][/i]Finn in the most primal way he could, with such fury and lust that it scarred the little cunt for life. \n\nTo fuck, choke, and piss on him. To smack him and slap him. To scare him, and hurt him, and make him cry.\n\nHis dark thoughts were savage and callous enough to scare himself. His urges sickened him. Archer was not his thoughts, he told himself. He couldn’t be.\n\nSo he never acted upon them.\n\nAnd, sooner or later, those thoughts would always go away again, slinking back into the deep dark folds of his brain. Sometimes he would push them away out of disgust. Other times, he would masturbate until he was so sickened by himself that he resolved never to indulge them again. He would forget about them, and they would leave only a faint lingering guilt in his consciousness.\n\nAnd Archer would continue acting as the coyote he wanted to be. He was a loving caregiver. A patient provider. Eventually, too, he was an affectionate lover to the little otter. And Finn was happy. And he was happy.\n\nThe thoughts were hidden away, and Archer got on with his life. But that didn’t mean they weren’t true.\n\nAnd in the light of what he’d just seen happen on top of him… that truth was screaming at him now. He had [i]enjoyed [/i][i][/i]watching Zavoc plow his boyfriend.\n\nFuck it, it was even more than that. That big mean stud of a bull had done the things that Finn that [i]Archer [/i][i][/i]had always wanted to do. He’d made the kid his little bitch, smeared him with cock slime, ridden his pretty little face, probed his little asshole, used him like a sex toy, and exploited him for pleasure in so many ways. Archer had sniffled and whimpered his way through it all, but not once had he not been hard as a rock.\n\nHe’d watched the big bull do what he wanted with a sense of fearful awe and jealous anger. Because Zavoc was being the kind of man that the dark part of Archer’s mind had begged him to be. \n\nArcher had ultimately refused those urges.\n\nBut Zavoc…\n\n[i]Oh, Zavoc…[/i][i][/i]\n\nThe bull had accepted his dark desires and indulged them. He didn’t give a shit about the consequences. He didn’t wait around for Finn to be old or mature enough. He just fuckin took what he wanted and revelled in the glorious pleasure. Like a proper fucking man. He used the kid like a fucktoy, and in the end, Finn had the life pounded out of his ass until he came screaming with a twelve inch bull cock deep inside his guts, and all the coyote could do was lie there, burning with jealousy as he was splattered with jizz.\n\n[i]Zavoc was right.[/i][i][/i]\n\nNow, as he lay there on the couch, Archer’s body shivered with fearful dread, his fur prickling coldly. His mind quivered, fracturing, threatening to break, stuck in its terrifying loop, fighting with all it had, struggling to protect itself at its final stand against the beast within. The pieces of his mind had been tossed up into the air and were falling back down around him to form a picture he didn’t want to see, but couldn’t avoid any longer. It was a picture with a truth painted across it.\n[i]\nI am a fucking liar and a coward.[/i][i][/i]\n\nHe’d pushed those dark urges away because he wanted to be someone else, just one part of himself rather that the secret whole. But he had denied that side of himself for too long. Fuck, he wanted to see the sweet little kid get raped and abused. When Brandt, Nakk, and Zavoc had done just that to Finn, Archer had [i]enjoyed [/i][i][/i]watching it happen, despite his tears for the wounds to their relationship, and despite the jealousy that[i] they were screwing Finn before Archer could[/i][i][/i]. They were so much better at it than Archer was, anyway. The whole time, he told himself that he didn’t like what the trio were doing to Finn, because he wanted to be a good boyfriend, but that didn’t change the truth. God, he’d fucking loved it regardless. \n\nIn the moments the big mean studs were roaring and blowing heavy loads down Finn’s holes, ughh…\n\nArcher wouldn’t have stopped them even if he could.\n\nAnd, so, he had his answer. He was a liar and a coward. He lied to himself about what he wanted. And that was what terrified him so much. Because if he’d been lying to himself about this for the last couple of days… he was probably lying to himself about that [i]other thing[/i][i][/i]. What Zavoc had done to him, all those years ago, when they were teenagers, and the bull found him in a bathroom stall… \n\nAnd that’s why he couldn’t shake the thought that [i]Zavoc was right.[/i][i][/i]\n\nBecause Archer was wrong.\n\nZavoc wasn’t an evil cunt who’d forced himself upon Archer, an innocent victim, and raped him. No, the truth was something far more mundane, and far more devastating. Zavoc had actually liked the coyote. And he’d seen the coyote’s lustful stares and embarrassing boners and simply decided to act upon them like the stud he was, in a manner he truly thought Archer would enjoy.\n\nAnd he was right. God, he was right. Archer had lusted over Zavoc for years. He’d drooled over the bull in the locker room. He’d rolled around in bed at night rubbing his little red rocket and thinking about the bull’s thick muscles, clutching his bull-piss-soaked shirt against his face, fantasising about the big black stud coating him in cum, or fucking him with that big swinging pole. The truth was that Zavoc had never made Archer suffer, because the coyote enjoyed Zavoc’s form of torture. And the bull, smarter than anyone ever gave him credit for, had noticed.\n\nBut he’d overestimated the coyote. The weak, pathetic coward who couldn’t admit the truth to himself.\n\nArcher had spent so long playing the victim, that in the end, he’d fooled himself. Even as he came harder than he thought possible in that stall, whole body so weak the only thing keeping him upright was Zavoc’s strong arms wrapped around him, there was a part of him that refused to accept the harsh reality. It didn’t [i]want [/i][i][/i]him to be someone who liked being treated like a dirty worthless slut, screaming and crying, who loved having his virginity taken from him with the barest hint of consent…\n\nAnd yet…\n\nHe was.\n\nZavoc liked Archer, and took a chance on him, but the coyote was too afraid to like him back. It was so much easier to buy into the lie than accept the humiliating truth. And in the end, the bull paid the price for Archer’s cowardice. \n\nExpelled and arrested, the coyote had ruined his life forever.\n\nAll because Archer couldn’t admit who he really was.\n\nArcher found himself staring at the ceiling of Zavoc’s living room. The shifting colours caused by the light of the television mixed with streaks of white from the edges of the living room window, and an orange glow from a lamp in the corner. He heard faint voices around him that didn’t really register in his brain.\n\nHe blinked a few times in faint confusion, as it felt like he was returning to present reality from a long and distant mental journey.\n\nHe had not returned the same, because he now carried a blistering clarity inside his mind. As the truth properly dawned upon him, the ceiling started to blur. Tears welled in his eyes, soon turning into rivers that ran down his cheeks. Archer grabbed his face with his paws and sobbed.\n\nHe understood, finally. In that moment, as he stared at the truth, Archer hated himself more than Zavoc ever could.\n\n“Ugh, fine”, he heard Brandt say in annoyance. “One… two… three”.\n\n“Yes!” Nakk cheered, as Brandt sighed.\n\n“One… two… three…” the bear said again.\n\nArcher peered through his fingers and saw the pair playing rock-paper-scissors through his wet eyes.\n\n“Damn it!” Nakk groaned.\n\n“This is for the win”, Brandt said, taking a deep breath. “One… two… three!”\n\n“Yes!” Nakk yelled, throwing his hands up in the air triumphantly. “Suck it, B!”\n\nBrandt growled and sank into the nearby lounge chair, as Archer watched Nakk walk towards him through his fingers, stopping between the coyote’s legs where they dangled over the edge of the couch. \n\nThe boar licked his lips hungrily and started stroking his fat cock with a hand. It was already mostly hard and so wet with cock slop that each stroke made a squelching noise. With his other hand, he reached forward and rubbed Archer’s naked body, starting at his chest and rubbing down his stomach, massaging the coyote’s sheath and balls roughly for a few seconds, before he got to the coyote’s thighs. The coyote flinched and squirmed uncomfortably, but Nakk didn’t care. Using his hand, and shuffling forward between them at the same time, he forced Archer’s legs open either side of his waist.\n\n“Oh no”, Archer groaned into the palms of his paws, now that it was very clear what the big fat ugly boar was about to do.\n\n“Don’t worry”, Nakk said with a naughty smile. “After watching Zavoc plow your little boy, this ain’t gonna take long. If anythin’s gonna get me in the mood, it’s seeing that little slut get butt-raped. Mmmngh”.\n\nNakk's fat gut made contact with Archer first as the boar pressed himself forward, enveloping the coyote's sheath and balls in furry warmth. Then, with one hand on Archer's hips and the other on his cock, he placed his cock head between Archer's butt cheeks and started thrusting forward until he found the coyote's hole. Thankfully, Zavoc's heavy load had coated everything between Archer's thighs, so as the boar pressed his fat cock head against Archer's clenched hole, the bull's cum served as thick lube.\n\nThe pent-up boar wasted no time urgently thrusting against the coyote, trying to get inside him, and Archer yelped in pain while Nakk just snorted and drooled. \"You're gonna love this, bitch\", the boar grunted. He grabbed hold of Archer's hips and in one movement, thrust forward while pulling the coyote towards him. His bull cum-slicked cock head entered Archer all the way and he let out a long groan. \"Ah, yeah! Get raped, bitch!\"\n\nArcher gripped the couch tightly and groaned in pain. The boar was thick, and Archer hadn't done anal with anyone, since... well, since Zavoc. And Nakk was not the type to take things slow. Especially not now. After staring, dumbstruck, at everything Zavoc had been doing to Finn for the last few hours, licking his lips and stroking his pole, he was obviously horny as hell. \n\nHe didn't pull out before pushing deeper. He just doubled down and pulled the coyote further onto his fat cock, pushing Archer's hole wide open around his shaft. \"Guhh... fuck yeah. Take my fat dick you little bitch. Fuckin raping you. Mmmmgh. Getting raped in the ass. Yeah. I'm a fuckin rapist!\"\n\n\"Oh for fuck's sake\", Brandt sighed. Archer glanced over at the bear and saw him rolling his eyes, propping his head up with his hand while resting his elbow on the side of the armchair. Still, he was using his other hand to casually stroke his own fat dick while he watched.\n\n\"Mmm, fuck yeah!\" Nakk grunted, as he pushed even deeper into the coyote. \"How's that feel, Arch? Ya little bitch. Yeah!\" \n\n“Shut up you fat pig”, Archer whimpered.\n\nIt hurt like hell, and Archer sweated and groaned as he struggled to accommodate the boar's thickness inside of him. Nakk thrust into the coyote hard with uneven jolts, but Archer's insides were burning with such fire he couldn't tell how much of the boar was inside of him. That was, until he could feel the boar's fat waist squishing against his ass cheeks.\n\n\"Fat pig, huh?\" Nakk grunted, snorting down air as he panted lustfully. \"How's that big fat fuckin pig dick feel inside ya now?\" He pulled some of his length out, then slammed it back in again. Archer's entire body shifted from the force and his head smacked against the back of the couch. A second later, the boar slammed him again, and kept slamming him over and over.\n\n\"Fuuuucck!\" Archer groaned, gripping the couch tightly to try to steady himself as the boar took control of his body and used it. His hole burned from stretching around Nakk's shaft with little warm-up, and his thighs ached from how far apart they were spread to accommodate the boar's waist slapping against his ass.\n\n\"Fuuuucck yeah!\" Nakk growled, slamming into the coyote rapidly, letting his tongue hang out of his mouth as it dripped with a strand of drool down his naked body which was bouncing and jiggling wildly. His fat tits danced with every thrust, and his round gut grinded against Archer's waist where it was flopped on top of him.\n\nGrinding... back and forth... back and forth... against Archer's crotch.\n\n\"Oh fuck...\" Archer moaned, though for a different reason now. As per usual, he was hard. Very hard. He could feel the boar's stomach all around his cock, enveloping it in moist warm fat that was moving rapidly up and down against his length.\n\nAs Nakk fucked Archer, it felt like Archer was fucking the boar's fat gut at the same time. Before long, Archer was gritting his teeth and grunting with wide eyes as he dealt with both the pleasure and the pain of what was happening to his body.\n\nNakk was clueless as he continued plowing the coyote, his eyes rolled back in his skull, panting, \"Mmm yeah... Fuckin tight around my fat dick... Fuckin raping the bitch... Fuck yeah!\" \n\n\"Fucking hell\", Archer groaned too, his voice easily drowned out by Nakk's endless noises. Before he realised he was doing it, he found himself arching his back and angling his ass to give the boar a better angle into him... and to press his own cock harder into the boar's stomach. The pleasure, he told himself in that moment, would help him get through the pain, like a light through the darkness.\n\nAnd it hit him fast. After two days of watching Finn get abused, and all the frustration and pain and anger that was involved, Archer was pent-up as hell too. The moment he gave himself permission, he felt warm pleasure ripple through his body, radiating from his cock, soothing the pain. And he instantly needed more. He started twisting his hips upwards to coincide with every time the boar's gut came down on him, humping against the boar as he was raped. His groans of pain turned to stifled whimpers of pleasure, though Nakk was so loud and absorbed in his own pleasure, he doubted the boar would notice.\n\n\"Feels so good on my big dick!\" Nakk moaned. \"Mm, yeah! So nice and tight! Gonna fuckin... blow my load! Fuck!\"\n\nArcher's eyes shot open, and a thought struck him like lightning.\n\n[i]No, not yet. Keep going.[/i][i][/i]\n\nHis face burnt with shame and he whimpered helplessly.\n\nThe boar delivered a few more heavy thrusts against his body before slamming his cock all the way inside Archer and dropping forward on top of him. \"Fuuuuuuuucccck!\" he groaned right in Archer's face, tongue hanging out of his mouth and eyes rolled back in his skull, spraying slobber all over the coyote's muzzle through snorts and grunts, as Archer could feel the boar's cock explode inside of him. \"[i]Guhhhhhhhhh[/i][i][/i]. Fuckin blowing a fat load in your ass. Fillin you up with my little babies. Fuck! Yeah!\"\n\nArcher grimaced and squirmed in disgust, but he was completely squished in place by the boar's heavy body. While Nakk snorted and squealed and gasped through the rest of his minutes-long orgasm, Archer couldn't move, and he couldn't even thrust against the boar anymore. His cock throbbed hungrily against Nakk's mass, pleading desperately for just a little more stimulation, but there was nothing Archer could do. All he could do was lie there and take it, thinking about the boar spurting cum into his ass, and bubbling with hot frustration that he couldn't even... get off on it.\n\nNakk made eye contact with Archer and sneered in his face, breathing hot air over the coyote's muzzle. \"Guhhhh. Fuckin pumpin you full of my stinky spunk\", he groaned, while Archer could feel the boar's fat cock still throbbing and squirting inside of him. \"Fuck. You're gonna be full of it. It's gonna be dripping from your used hole. Mmmm. Fuck yeah\". Archer just looked away and tried to look angry and upset even while his own cock throbbed painfully.\n\nAfter another minute of Nakk running his mouth, the boar finally groaned with relief and planted his arms on the couch to lift his body off the coyote. Archer breathed deeply now that his lungs weren’t being squished, and his body felt cool where the air touched his fur -- wet with Nakk’s sweat.\n\n“Holy shit, that was good”, Nakk panted, standing up and stretching his back. Archer groaned with discomfort as the boar pulled his cock free until it slipped out entirely. The coyote’s hole tightened weakly as he could feel jizz trickling out of his ass. He couldn’t help but feel incredibly empty now that the fat cock was out of him.\n\nHis eyes suddenly fell upon Finn and Zavoc, still lying on the couch on the side of the room. While he watched them, neither even acknowledged that Archer even existed. Zavoc was stroking Finn’s back, and the otter was clutching Zavoc’s pecs while he rested on the bull’s chest, smiling. \n\nThe pang of sadness and jealousy didn’t last long before Brandt came into his vision, standing in front of him and eclipsing the coyote’s vision with his big, broad, muscled body. “Thanks for warming the cunt up for me”, Brandt growled, glancing at Nakk, before smirking. “He’s gonna need it, for what I’m about to do to him”. \n\nArcher shivered for various reasons at once.\n\nBrandt looked down at Archer’s erection and an amused expression appeared on his face. “Don’t tell me you actually enjoyed what the fat bastard did to you?”\n\nArcher knew it was meant to be a taunt to make fun of him. He simply shot the bear a silent, wounded look. Brandt lazily smacked the coyote’s junk in response, and Archer whimpered while the bear grinned.\n\n“Well if you liked that, you’re gonna love [i]this[/i][i][/i]”, Brandt said, gripping the shaft of his swollen dick for emphasis and wagging it around. “You know, Arch, I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. When we were teens, I’d jerk off thinking about raping you and punching your face till you choked on your own blood. So, you say Zavoc raped you? I’ll show you the meaning of the word [i]rape[/i][i][/i]!”\n\nHe forced the coyote’s legs apart and rammed his cock inside Archer, all the way, all at once. Archer’s body shuddered and he howled with pain until Brandt smacked him across the face. The coyote clutched his own face where it throbbed with pain, and heard Finn call his name.\n\n“He’s fine”, Zavoc soothed, which seemed to be enough to comfort the boy since Finn now trusted him so much.\n\nBrandt laughed before slamming into the coyote again. “You’re a worthless little prick!” he roared, pulling out, then crashing into Archer’s ass again. “You’re a fucking waste of space!” Their bodies slapped together again. “Fucking weak pathetic cunt!” He crushed the coyote’s ass cheeks with his hips. “I should do the world a fucking favour!” he growled, with fire in his eyes, as he leant forward and wrapped a thick hand around the coyote’s neck, bearing down on him with his heavy weight and instantly cutting off his air.\n\nArcher squirmed and tugged at the bear’s hand with both of his own, but Brandt was way too strong. He looked up at the bear’s face with panicked eyes and saw only excitement and lust. Their bodies slapped together harder and faster while the bear fucked him, invigorated by his power over the coyote, and Archer’s lungs started to burn as he struggled pathetically underneath the massive male. Just as things were starting to go fuzzy, the bear released him, and he gasped for air which was cut short by another smack across the face. Then Brandt used both hands to grip the coyote’s hips, digging into his skin with his claws, and savagely raped him. He threw his tremendous weight against the coyote’s body over and over, a rising snarl pouring through his sharp-toothed grin.\n\nThe bear was right about one thing.\n\nNakk [i]had [/i][i][/i]warmed the coyote up for him.\n\nDespite the bear’s ferocity, all the pain around his hole and inside of his ass had started to go numb, leaving a different sensation with room to surface.\n\nBrandt was ramming his cock into a part of Archer’s insides that felt very, very good.\n\nAnd as the bear wildly slammed away against that spot, Archer could feel something building inside of him. His eyes watered and he bit into his lower lip and gripped the couch cushions as hard as he could. “[i]Hnnnghh… Guhhh… Ughhh[/i][i][/i]”, he groaned, clenching his eyes shut and trying to suppress his noises. But Brandt just kept on fucking him. Harder. Faster. Rougher. And every single thrust felt better and better each time as he got used to the bear’s girth and the pleasure built up.\n\nSuddenly, Archer realised his body was running away from him. The feeling in his cock stole his attention and he realised it was twitching wildly with desire, fueled by the ecstasy of his prostate being abused. He could feel a pressure building up inside of it, a growing heat that was so intense it hurt him. A fire that was fueled by all the frustration of the last two days inside of his cock. All of that pain and suffering, churning inside of him now, begging for a final explosion of relief and release. And he could feel it getting close. \n\nHe couldn’t help it anymore. His body squirmed with painful desire as he moaned out loud from every thrust. “[i]Uuuuuuuuuggghhh! Nnnnnnnnnnnnnngggh! Fuuuuuuuuuucccckk![/i][i][/i]” His cock craved attention but he had to use his hands to brace himself against the back of the couch to avoid breaking his neck as Brandt slammed his smaller body. It throbbed and spurted precum into his belly button, burning red hot with desire.\n\nBrandt kept fucking him hard. Ferociously. He couldn’t believe it… it felt so good. He was so goddamn close and the pleasure was boiling inside of him, growing hotter and hotter. He gripped the couch cushion hard with his paws and started to wail, squeezing Brandt’s hips between his legs and raising himself off the couch to give that big fat dick a better angle into his hole. It hammered his prostate again and again, and Archer’s eyes rolled back in his skull. After all that lustful agony, he was finally going to… \n\nThe bear, totally blind to the coyote’s peaking pleasure, suddenly slowed down, leaning forward to grin in the coyote’s face and taunt him. “I really want to see some tears”, the bear mused. “I wonder what I could--\n\nArcher’s eyes opened wide in despair and disbelief. [i]He was so… fucking… close to cumming[/i][i][/i]! And again, he’d lost his chance at an orgasm because the bear wanted to tease him or something.\n\nIn that moment, on the precipice of an orgasm, all of his frustration hit him at once. The unchained darkness inside of him broke through the shattered ruins of his defences and the new, changed Archer was unleashed. All of the fucking lying and pretending and denying what he really wanted all this time came crashing down as images and urges flashed through his mind. All of the times he’d felt lust and been unable to act upon it. All the times he’d seen those big arrogant brutes sexually abuse Finn. Finn screaming as he came while Zavoc raped him. Nakk pissing down his throat while eating pizza, and cumming in his sheath. Brandt fucking his face and grinning triumphantly in sadistic pleasure as he beat him. Pissing. Groaning. Roaring. Cumming. The arrogant, cruel, sexy fucking studs, acting like they were better than him, because they were. They were all better than Archer, because he was small, weak, and pathetic. He deserved to be used. He [i]wanted[/i][i][/i] to be abused.\n\nHe’d denied it all for so long, and for what?\n\nHe’d lost Zavoc.\n\nFinn had turned against him.\n\nNo more.\n\nHe propped himself up on his elbows, looked Brandt in the eyes, and half-screamed, half-cried, “Don’t stop! For fuck’s sake, don’t stop! Fuck! Fuck me you idiot!”\n\nThe bear froze in surprise. His mouth slowly dropped open, and he stared at Archer with wide eyes.\n\nArcher thrashed on the couch in frustration. “Grrrrrrr! Just… fucking… shut up! You’ve got a big fat dick! Use it! Shut up and fuck me!”\n\nBrandt swallowed and blinked. “I… uhh… I think I broke him”.\n\n“Did he just say what I think he said?” he heard Zavoc say.\n\n“Holy shit, B”, Nakk said in a slow voice. “What’d you do to him?”\n\nArcher looked at the bear with pleading eyes and sobbed desperately. “What do you want me to say! That you’re all better than me and I deserve this? I do, okay? I deserve it, and I want it! I fucking want you to rape me! Alright? I want it!”\n\nBrandt leant forward and stared at the coyote until a smirk slowly appeared on his face. “You really are pathetic”, he said.\n\nArcher broke into laughter. “Are you gonna keep talking, or are you gonna be a stud and fuck me?”\n\nBrandt stared into the coyote’s eyes for a second. And then he very slowly stood up straight. And he very deliberately placed his hands on Archer’s waist and gripped his hips tightly.\n\nBrandt [i]fucked[/i][i][/i] Archer. He stopped talking and taunting and teasing. He just pounded the coyote’s ass. \n\nHis powerful muscles bulged through his thick fatness as he slammed his dick inside the coyote's ass with ball-slapping lunges. At the same time, he used his strong arms to wrench the smaller canine's onto his dick in time with his brutal thrusts. Leaning forward on top of Archer, his size and strength was on full display. And all the while, he groaned with anger and pleasure, baring his teeth in a permanent, hateful scowl, while his cold grey eyes started to flicker unsteadily as his own orgasm grew closer. \n\nArcher shivered and trembled underneath the huge, scary, masculine male, in awe of the bear's huge body. He sighed and moaned with relief as he felt the growing pleasure course through his aching body. Under Brandt, he was totally helpless, and it was a wonderful feeling. It felt so right, now that he wasn't fighting it anymore. As the bear pounded his prostate, Archer's fury and guilt and shame melted away, and the heat in his ass and cock and balls took over his body. \n\nTheir hot, sweating bodies slapped together faster and faster until Brandt finally tensed, plunged his cock deep inside Archer, gripped the coyote's hips hard, and roared, “[i]Gahhh! Fuuuuckk![/i][i][/i]”\n\nAnd Archer screamed at the same time. As the bear blasted Archer’s insides with jizz, the coyote’s body contorted out of control. He arched his back off the couch, held up only by his own arms and by Brandt’s hands around his hips, and threw his head back against the couch cushion, as what felt like a lifetime’s worth of cum and frustration erupted from his cock. “[i]Unnnnnnggggghhh[/i][i][/i]!” he groaned -- every ounce of air escaping his lungs as his own cum spattered against his muzzle, and the back of the couch, and all over his chest. He spurted again and again, harder than he’d ever shot in his entire life, coating his whole body in spunk as he howled and twitched helplessly. It was his turn for his tongue to hang out of his mouth and his eyes to roll back in his skull as the orgasm assaulted his body.\n\nBrandt barely slowed down as he came, continuing to fuck the cum out of the coyote hard and fast, growling and grunting and cursing angrily. Archer’s body trembled as the hot sounds washed over him, and he could feel the bear unloading inside of him. He imagined it all mixing with the boar’s heavy load to fill his guts and stomach with the stuff, and bit his lip at the arousing thought. Still cumming out of control, he shuddered and grunted as his cock sprayed the biggest load of his life, feeling his jizz all over his fur and running down the sides of his body, tasting it on his lips, and breathing it in.\n\nHe looked down to catch another glance of the big, broad bear raping him, and shot another spurt as he saw the look of hatred on Brandt’s face.\n\n“Worthless cunt”, the bear growled, his cock throbbing inside the coyote.\n\n“Fuckin stud”, Archer panted, holding eye contact with his top as they both grinded against each other, cumming together.\n\n[center]* * * [/center][center][/center]\n\nZavoc’s house was unusually quiet.\n\nBrandt and Nakk had gone home.\n\nFinn had just gotten into the shower.\n\nArcher sat on one couch, Zavoc on the other.\n\nAnd for the first time in a long time, Archer felt no sense of dread in the bull’s presence. No fear or anxiety. He finally felt that he understood the bull, as well as himself. He no longer needed to hide -- Archer had revealed his true colours now. And with his dignity gone, and the lies undone, he had nothing else left to lose.\n\nHe glanced over at the bull, who was resting his elbows on his knees where he was sitting on the edge of the couch, and took a deep breath. “Zavoc… I’m sorry”, Archer said. “I’m sorry for what I did to you”.\n\nThe bull regarded him coolly for a moment, impossible to read. Then, he took a slow breath, and sighed, shaking his head. \n\nArcher frowned with sadness. “You were ri--”\n\n“You know, it’s funny”, Zavoc said, lifting his head to look at the coyote wearily. “I wanted to hear you say that for so long. I wanted you to change so badly. But now… I don’t care anymore”. The bull stood up slowly, a lightness and looseness to his body despite his tired expression. He looked down at the coyote and wrinkled his nose, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You wouldn’t give me my peace, Archer, so I took it from you. And it was pretty simple. You fucked my life up, so I did the same to you”.\n\nArcher stuttered, “Zavoc, I--” \n\nBut the bull spoke over him. “This could have gone another way, but no… Someone had to make things right. I should have known it’d never be you”. There was a bluntness to his words. No anger. If anything, perhaps a hint of regret.\n\nArcher swallowed and hung his head, heavy with the weight of his guilt, sighing heavily. “I’m sorry”, he repeated.\n\nZavoc didn’t care. He turned to leave the room, but not before pausing. He spoke with his head slightly towards the coyote, without bothering to actually look at him. “Good luck with Finn, Arch”, he said with a tone of sarcasm. “When you can’t sleep at night because you know he’s thinking about me, remind yourself about the sleepless nights you gave me. When you kiss him, you’ll wonder if he misses my tongue. If you manage to make him cum, you’ll know I did it better than you ever can. And he knows it too”.\n\nArcher looked up at the bull, expecting to see the same old smirk. But there was no happiness across the bovine’s face.\n\n“I got what I wanted”, Zavoc snorted. “I don’t want your fucking apology”.\n\nThen he left the room, leaving Archer alone on the couch to stew in the bull’s final words.\n\n[center]* * *[/center][center][/center]\n\nIt felt so weird to be wearing clothes. It felt even weirder to be outside -- to see a crisp blue sky, to hear the sounds of cars in the distance and birds in trees nearby, to breathe cool fresh air. For two days, but a time that felt infinitely longer, Zavoc’s house had been the entirety of Archer’s reality. Now, as Archer and Finn waited on the path outside Zavoc’s house, the rest of the world felt unfamiliar. Freedom, itself, felt strange.\n\nThey’d get used to it soon enough, Archer told himself. He thought of all the things they usually did together -- playing games with the TV in the background, eating pancakes at cafes, walking along the beach and running from the waves. Once they got back into a routine, the world would start to make sense again. It might be different now. It might be difficult. But they would find a way through it, together.\n\nThe otter stood next to Archer, and the coyote rubbed Finn’s hair comfortingly in the spot he knew the otter enjoyed. Though, Finn lowered his head and made no effort to lean into his boyfriend’s affection. He just stood there, arms by his sides, quiet.\n\nArcher sighed. Finn, too, would get used to it, the coyote thought. He’d been through a lot. It would take a long time to process. But after enough time, and enough love… \n\nHe heard Zavoc’s door close, and glanced over to see the bull walking towards them, his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie. It was equally bizarre to see the bovine wearing something as well. Through the warm baggy clothes, you couldn’t tell what he was packing. The sight of those bulging muscles and swinging dick was burnt into Archer’s memory nonetheless.\n\nZavoc stopped in front of the boyfriends and pulled Finn’s wristband out of his pocket, wordlessly offering it to the boy by holding his hand in front of the boy’s face, where the green band was dangling from his middle finger.\n\nFinn lifted it from the bull and looked down at it silently as he slowly played with it between his paws.\n\n“I gave it a wash”, he snorted. “It still smells like cum though”.\n\n“Thanks”, Archer said awkwardly.\n\nThey stood there silently for a moment as a long breath of cold wind tugged at their clothes.\n\n“So…” Zavoc said, bouncing on his hooves and casually looking around.\n\n“So…” Archer echoed. As he looked up at the bull shifting awkwardly in front of him, he pondered his own feelings curiously. There were flashes of anger at what the bull had done to him, but their flames rapidly fizzled out. He couldn’t be angry at the bull, not really. All he could feel was sadness and remorse.\n\nHe thought back to that fateful day in the bathroom when they were teenagers, and wondered if things could have turned out differently. He thought about the things they could have done together, the pleasures they could have shared as a couple, what could have been… \n\n“We’re even now, I suppose”, Zavoc said.\n\nArcher blinked out of his daze. “I suppose so”.\n\nThe bull nodded once, then looked Archer in the eyes. “See ya ‘round”.\n\n“Bye, Zavoc”, Archer said softly. With a hand on Finn’s shoulder, he watched as the bull turned around and strolled back to his door, wondering if he’d ever see the bull again, and under which circumstances. \n\nSuddenly there was nothing but air under the hand he’d been resting on Finn. “Wait!” the little boy squealed. Archer’s eyes shot open wide as they saw the otter running after Zavoc, and his heart lurched out of his chest as he stood there watching his lover run away from him.\n\nZavoc, too, spun around and looked down at the little boy in bewilderment. Finn stopped at the bull’s legs and threw his arms up expectantly. Zavoc’s mouth dropped open as he stood there for a moment frozen like a statue. Then, even as his face contorted with confusion, he bent down, and picked the kid up his bulky arms, holding him against his chest.\n\nFinn looked at the bull’s face and stuttered shyly. “Can… can I stay with you for a bit? Please?”\n\nArcher and Zavoc were both silent.\n\nThe world froze around Archer. Time stopped. The coyote couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Like his brain had encountered a critical error and crashed, he… he couldn’t process it. He couldn’t understand… \n\nZavoc managed to find some words first. “Uh, kid”, he said slowly, letting out a huff of disbelief. “I don’t think I can really take care you. I mean, I don’t know how to take care of a kid. We can have fun, but… [i]parenting[/i][i][/i] and all that stuff…”\n\n“No, no”, Finn said, eyes sparkling, full of hope and optimism and excitement. “I mean… Just for a while. I… I had fun with you and I wanna stay for a bit longer”.\n\n“[i]Finn[/i][i][/i]!” Archer gasped. It was all he could say. It felt like he was in a vacuum and the air had been ripped out of his lungs. His legs wobbled, threatening to give way. He stared at Finn in horror.\n\nThe cub looked over his shoulder at the coyote and frowned. “He showed me so much stuff that you can’t do, and… I really liked it, and… I want to do more of it”. \n\n“[i]Guh[/i][i][/i]…” Archer grunted in pain. “Please… [i]don’t[/i][i][/i]”.\n\n“Maybe you should, uhh… listen to your boyfriend”, Zavoc said, scratching his own head awkwardly.\n\nFinn frowned at the bull with a wounded look on his little face. “Didn’t you have fun with me? Don’t you want to do it more?”\n\nArcher stared at Zavoc and silently screamed at him. His heart slammed against his chest. His whole body was petrified with tension. The bull could shut this down right now if he wanted to. He was the only one who could. He could just say that what they’d done was fun, but they were done now, and that he wanted Finn to go home. It would be so easy to do. [i]So easy.[/i][i][/i] He just had to say a few words. “Zavoc”, he breathed desperately. “[i]Please[/i][i][/i]”.\n\nThe bull looked at Archer quietly. They made eye contact. Archer shook his head weakly, mouthing, [i]No[/i][i][/i].\n\nThen Zavoc’s eyes narrowed, and a hint of a smile grew across his lips. Archer noticed the shift in the bull’s expression and felt his soul crumple. “Zavoc… you said we were even… [i]Please[/i][i][/i]”.\n\n“What kind of things would you wanna do if I let you stay, Finn?” Zavoc asked, looking back at the kid.\n\nArcher could see the otter burst into a grin, and in that moment, he fell to his knees on the dirt, his chest aching like he’d been stabbed. “I wanna make you squirt all day! And I want you to lick my butt again because that was [i]amazing[/i][i][/i]. And I want you to put your cock in my butt again and make me squirt because that was the best feeling in the world!!” he squealed excitedly.\n\n“Okay, okay, [i]shhh[/i][i][/i]”, the bull chuckled. “Keep your voice down when we’re outside”.\n\n“Sorry…”\n\n“It’s okay, baby”, Zavoc soothed, his smile growing. “I can understand your excitement. All the stuff we did was really fun, wasn’t it? You wanna spend some time just squirting over and over all day with me?”\n\nFinn nodded eagerly.\n\nArcher fell forward onto his hands, panting for air desperately. “Please… no… don’t take him from me. I need him”, he pleaded so breathlessly his voice was hardly louder than the wind.\n\n“I like the sound of that”, Zavoc said, as though he couldn’t hear Archer at all. Perhaps he couldn’t. “It sounds like a hell of a lot of fun. In fact, I even know some new things we can do”.\n\nThe otter’s eyes twinkled as he giggled happily.\n\n“Finn… please…” Archer begged, as he felt his entire world slipping away from underneath his body.\n\n“I’m sure it’s only temporary, Arch”, Zavoc said casually. “Finn’ll give you a call when he’s had his fill of fun… and spunk”.\n\n“Yeah!” Finn agreed.\n\nTears dripped from Archer’s muzzle into the dirt. Oh that sweet, stupid kid. Finn had no idea how much he was hurting him right now. \n\nBut… after failing him so badly, could he blame the cub?\n\nWere he in Finn’s place, would he not want some more of that godlike bull?\n\nAnd could he blame Zavoc? How could the bull say no to days of endless sex with a gorgeous, willing boy like Finn? Zavoc was a proper man who took what he wanted. And how could he not want that hot little slut with his tight hole and chubby ass?\n\nHis cock twitched in his underwear at the thought. Fuckin pathetic, as always.\n\n“How long for?” he sniffled, beaten.\n\n“I dunno”, Finn said innocently. “I’ll let you know when I wanna come home!”\n\nArcher laughed bitterly to himself. “[i]Great[/i][i][/i]”.\n\n“I’ll take good care of him. I’ll make sure he’s well fed”, Zavoc said, and as Archer stared at the dirt in front of him, he could imagine the bull’s arrogant smirk returning. “Say goodbye to Archer”, he added.\n\n“Bye Archer!”\n\n“Bye… Finn…” the coyote said.\n\nZavoc chuckled to himself.\n\nArcher didn’t look up. He just listened to the sound of hoofsteps as the bull carried his boyfriend away from him. His door opened, and then it closed, and then there was silence.\n\nThe wind rippled his clothes and chilled his tear-wet muzzle. Archer just stayed where he was as clouds moving overhead shadowed his pathetic form. In the corner of his eye, he saw Finn’s wristband, discarded, in the dirt, and tears welled in his eyes anew. He heard faint giggles and squeals from inside the house, while the wind howled around him. \n\nThe world felt so dark and cold.\n\nArcher stayed there for a long time. \n\n\n\n[center][b][url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2129363]Art[/url][/b][/center]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "



Ch 13




Zavoc was right.

The thought played over and over and over and over and over in Archer’s mind, stuck in a torturous loop.

The coyote lay there, on the couch, staring into the nothingness, yet in his mind he could still see Finn’s face in front of him, open-mouthed, eyes streaming with tears, wracked with ecstasy, his stomach swollen with cum, his premature cock spurting all over Archer, his tiny body shivering and twitching and grasping at the bull. He could still see Zavoc wrapped around the little boy, those incredible bulging muscles, that determined grin, those dark eyes. He could still see their bodies, thrusting together in frantic embrace, sweating, spasming, cumming.

Zavoc was right.

The words quaked inside his brain, and the walls he’d built so carefully all those years ago started to crack and crumble around him.

He could still hear Zavoc’s groans echoing inside his brain, and Finn’s screams, the sounds of their damp bodies slapping together, the splatter of Zavoc’s cum from Finn’s hole, the things they had said to each other as they were lost in their own intimate moment together -- a place where Archer didn’t even exist for either of them.

He can never do this for you!

Please, keep going!

I’m claiming this fuckin ass!

Guuuhhhhhhh…

All Archer could smell was cum. The sweet, innocent taste of young otter, all over his body, on his face, in his nostrils. And the thick, musky stench of manly bull, all over Archer’s balls and thighs, soaking into his fur, dripping down and oozing into his ass crack.

His soul broken, his heart crushed, his mind fractured, the coyote was a shell. The boy he loved had been brutally fucked to screaming orgasm on top of him, in his face. Finn’s virginity had been claimed forever by another man. Their captor. Their torturer. An evil, scheming bull. And Finn had asked for it, because Finn trusted the bull, because Finn wanted him. Because he resented Archer -- angry, hurt, and betrayed.

Everything had gone wrong. How could their relationship heal from this? Finn would never truly be his again, and Archer could never feel comfortably intimate with his lover again. Not when Finn could compare Archer to the dark bull. He could never give the kid what Zavoc had given him. They would both, forever, know that. The scars inflicted by Zavoc would always be there in both their minds, lurking underneath the surface, never to heal -- a dark shadow forever looming in their hearts and minds.

Zavoc was right.

He’d seen his young lover turn against him, ask for another man to fuck him, and then explode with cum and pleasure while getting anally rammed. His boyfriend and another man had kissed and held each other in naked embrace, and now they were lying on the other couch, holding each other, making out with each other intimately, exploring each other’s sweaty bodies, sharing whispered words and small smiles and gentle strokes. He’d seen his underage boyfriend scream while his virginity was fucked out of him by a too-big bull dick. He’d seen his lover cry that it was too much and grasp at Archer’s fur for help. He’d seen a pleasure that was far too much for a young mind to properly comprehend take hold of Finn’s little body and warp his brain forever.

Zavoc was right.

And so, Archer was stuck there in a loop, in his mind, replaying it all over and over, because he couldn’t break free… because his wounded soul was searching for an answer to a question.

Have I been lying to myself?

It was terrifying, and unshakeable.

Because this was meant to be Archer’s personal hell, designed just to make him suffer. It was perfect in a way -- the epitome of Zavoc’s cruelty. Clever, complex, permanent, immaculately painful, and astonishing to behold. The bull had taken what meant the most to Archer and turned it against him. And Archer had done everything someone might expect of anyone in his situation. He had screamed for Zavoc to stop, pleaded with the bull’s morality, and bargained with his own body. He had cried, and apologised, and fought. Despite the odds, and despite being outmatched, he had fought through the taunts and the punches and the rape. He had paid for it with pain and tears and blood. It was a personal hell. And he was meant to hate it.

But… uggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh.

As he watched Finn get raped by Zavoc on top of him…

All the coyote could feel the entire time… was lust.

Raging.

Roaring.

FURIOUS.

LUST.

Despite his whimpered protests and tears, when he saw that massive stud of a bull take what he wanted and rape the shit out of that fuckable kid… Archer had been turned on beyond belief.

He almost… wanted it to happen.

God, he wanted Zavoc to split the little slut in half with his cock. He wanted to watch tears stream from his kid boyfriend’s face, struggling and sobbing, as the little child attempted to take the bull’s massive adult penis into his tiny little premature body.

And yes, Archer had cried and begged and whimpered for it to stop, but underneath it all, the groaning thoughts of an internal darkness had still scratched at the insides of his skull.

Fuck the hell out of that little whore you big stud.

Slam fuck his chubby ass cheeks.

Break his tight little hole in.

Hold him by the hair and use him like he’s a fuckin toy.

Make him scream and cry.

Make the little slut cum!

And the most disturbing thing was… the thoughts weren’t new to him. No, something deep within him, long repressed and hidden away, had awoken once more. And it could be traced back many years.

He’d been like a parent to Finn for all that time. He’d taken him in and cared for him, every single day, for years. He’d sacrificed so much for him. He’d played games with him every day. He’d paid for him to have toys, to go to school, to get therapy, to eat all the endless fucking sweets he liked. He’d held him when he cried over his dead parents, and Finn had cried often. He’d given so much of himself to try to make him happy. Archer had given up a different kind of life to be able to look after the orphaned otter.

And yes, of course, the happiness Archer got out of having Finn in his life made up for all the negatives -- many times over. He’d never felt like he had a purpose in life until Finn became his responsibility. When there were glimpses of happiness in the darkness, and Archer saw a smile on Finn’s face, it made him feel like he was doing something right... like he was a good person, like his life had purpose and meaning.

But it was so difficult sometimes, too. So… fucking… difficult.

And not even because of the sacrifice, or the money, or the time.

But because of the craving that stalked the shadows of his brain.

In those difficult moments with Finn, fleeting impulses appeared from the darkness. They came from the blackest, most secret part of his mind, a source of agonising hunger. Ravenous and furious in equal parts, enough to scare him, that part of his mind had awoken the day he started caring for Finn -- no, fuck it, from the day they’d met when Finn was six years old. From the first time it had seen that tiny, beautiful, innocent boy.

And that part of his mind wanted to pin the little kid down against the floor, rip his pants down, and cram his dick inside that tiny plump ass with a paw around Finn’s mouth and pound away as hard as he could like an animal until he blasted his load into the kid’s guts, and then keep on fucking him until he blew another one. As it saw Finn laying on the floor innocently playing with building blocks, it wanted to use the boy’s little body and jiggly ass -- so fucking tight and so fucking perfect. Shit, it wanted to rape it. That part of his mind didn’t care if it hurt or scared the little boy, because fuck it, it wanted to hurt and scare him. He had suffered himself. And so, it wanted, for once, to be powerful and manly and utterly in control of someone like a sweet young boy. It looked upon that child with lust and told him that Finn was no more than a tight hole, and it could be his, that the kid was made to be fucked. Asking to be raped. There for Archer to feel good.

He would force himself to forget those thoughts. He refused to accept he could be a child rapist. But in the dark moments of his life with Finn -- when the coyote was in a very bad mood because the otter had been crying and screaming all day, when the coyote was too drunk, or when he had restless dreams -- that black, hidden part of his mind told Archer that for all the sacrifices he’d made for the kid... Archer fucking deserved to do this for himself. He deserved to take Finn in the most primal way he could, with such fury and lust that it scarred the little cunt for life.

To fuck, choke, and piss on him. To smack him and slap him. To scare him, and hurt him, and make him cry.

His dark thoughts were savage and callous enough to scare himself. His urges sickened him. Archer was not his thoughts, he told himself. He couldn’t be.

So he never acted upon them.

And, sooner or later, those thoughts would always go away again, slinking back into the deep dark folds of his brain. Sometimes he would push them away out of disgust. Other times, he would masturbate until he was so sickened by himself that he resolved never to indulge them again. He would forget about them, and they would leave only a faint lingering guilt in his consciousness.

And Archer would continue acting as the coyote he wanted to be. He was a loving caregiver. A patient provider. Eventually, too, he was an affectionate lover to the little otter. And Finn was happy. And he was happy.

The thoughts were hidden away, and Archer got on with his life. But that didn’t mean they weren’t true.

And in the light of what he’d just seen happen on top of him… that truth was screaming at him now. He had enjoyed watching Zavoc plow his boyfriend.

Fuck it, it was even more than that. That big mean stud of a bull had done the things that Finn that Archer had always wanted to do. He’d made the kid his little bitch, smeared him with cock slime, ridden his pretty little face, probed his little asshole, used him like a sex toy, and exploited him for pleasure in so many ways. Archer had sniffled and whimpered his way through it all, but not once had he not been hard as a rock.

He’d watched the big bull do what he wanted with a sense of fearful awe and jealous anger. Because Zavoc was being the kind of man that the dark part of Archer’s mind had begged him to be.

Archer had ultimately refused those urges.

But Zavoc…

Oh, Zavoc…

The bull had accepted his dark desires and indulged them. He didn’t give a shit about the consequences. He didn’t wait around for Finn to be old or mature enough. He just fuckin took what he wanted and revelled in the glorious pleasure. Like a proper fucking man. He used the kid like a fucktoy, and in the end, Finn had the life pounded out of his ass until he came screaming with a twelve inch bull cock deep inside his guts, and all the coyote could do was lie there, burning with jealousy as he was splattered with jizz.

Zavoc was right.

Now, as he lay there on the couch, Archer’s body shivered with fearful dread, his fur prickling coldly. His mind quivered, fracturing, threatening to break, stuck in its terrifying loop, fighting with all it had, struggling to protect itself at its final stand against the beast within. The pieces of his mind had been tossed up into the air and were falling back down around him to form a picture he didn’t want to see, but couldn’t avoid any longer. It was a picture with a truth painted across it.

I am a fucking liar and a coward.

He’d pushed those dark urges away because he wanted to be someone else, just one part of himself rather that the secret whole. But he had denied that side of himself for too long. Fuck, he wanted to see the sweet little kid get raped and abused. When Brandt, Nakk, and Zavoc had done just that to Finn, Archer had enjoyed watching it happen, despite his tears for the wounds to their relationship, and despite the jealousy that they were screwing Finn before Archer could. They were so much better at it than Archer was, anyway. The whole time, he told himself that he didn’t like what the trio were doing to Finn, because he wanted to be a good boyfriend, but that didn’t change the truth. God, he’d fucking loved it regardless.

In the moments the big mean studs were roaring and blowing heavy loads down Finn’s holes, ughh…

Archer wouldn’t have stopped them even if he could.

And, so, he had his answer. He was a liar and a coward. He lied to himself about what he wanted. And that was what terrified him so much. Because if he’d been lying to himself about this for the last couple of days… he was probably lying to himself about that other thing. What Zavoc had done to him, all those years ago, when they were teenagers, and the bull found him in a bathroom stall…

And that’s why he couldn’t shake the thought that Zavoc was right.

Because Archer was wrong.

Zavoc wasn’t an evil cunt who’d forced himself upon Archer, an innocent victim, and raped him. No, the truth was something far more mundane, and far more devastating. Zavoc had actually liked the coyote. And he’d seen the coyote’s lustful stares and embarrassing boners and simply decided to act upon them like the stud he was, in a manner he truly thought Archer would enjoy.

And he was right. God, he was right. Archer had lusted over Zavoc for years. He’d drooled over the bull in the locker room. He’d rolled around in bed at night rubbing his little red rocket and thinking about the bull’s thick muscles, clutching his bull-piss-soaked shirt against his face, fantasising about the big black stud coating him in cum, or fucking him with that big swinging pole. The truth was that Zavoc had never made Archer suffer, because the coyote enjoyed Zavoc’s form of torture. And the bull, smarter than anyone ever gave him credit for, had noticed.

But he’d overestimated the coyote. The weak, pathetic coward who couldn’t admit the truth to himself.

Archer had spent so long playing the victim, that in the end, he’d fooled himself. Even as he came harder than he thought possible in that stall, whole body so weak the only thing keeping him upright was Zavoc’s strong arms wrapped around him, there was a part of him that refused to accept the harsh reality. It didn’t want him to be someone who liked being treated like a dirty worthless slut, screaming and crying, who loved having his virginity taken from him with the barest hint of consent…

And yet…

He was.

Zavoc liked Archer, and took a chance on him, but the coyote was too afraid to like him back. It was so much easier to buy into the lie than accept the humiliating truth. And in the end, the bull paid the price for Archer’s cowardice.

Expelled and arrested, the coyote had ruined his life forever.

All because Archer couldn’t admit who he really was.

Archer found himself staring at the ceiling of Zavoc’s living room. The shifting colours caused by the light of the television mixed with streaks of white from the edges of the living room window, and an orange glow from a lamp in the corner. He heard faint voices around him that didn’t really register in his brain.

He blinked a few times in faint confusion, as it felt like he was returning to present reality from a long and distant mental journey.

He had not returned the same, because he now carried a blistering clarity inside his mind. As the truth properly dawned upon him, the ceiling started to blur. Tears welled in his eyes, soon turning into rivers that ran down his cheeks. Archer grabbed his face with his paws and sobbed.

He understood, finally. In that moment, as he stared at the truth, Archer hated himself more than Zavoc ever could.

“Ugh, fine”, he heard Brandt say in annoyance. “One… two… three”.

“Yes!” Nakk cheered, as Brandt sighed.

“One… two… three…” the bear said again.

Archer peered through his fingers and saw the pair playing rock-paper-scissors through his wet eyes.

“Damn it!” Nakk groaned.

“This is for the win”, Brandt said, taking a deep breath. “One… two… three!”

“Yes!” Nakk yelled, throwing his hands up in the air triumphantly. “Suck it, B!”

Brandt growled and sank into the nearby lounge chair, as Archer watched Nakk walk towards him through his fingers, stopping between the coyote’s legs where they dangled over the edge of the couch.

The boar licked his lips hungrily and started stroking his fat cock with a hand. It was already mostly hard and so wet with cock slop that each stroke made a squelching noise. With his other hand, he reached forward and rubbed Archer’s naked body, starting at his chest and rubbing down his stomach, massaging the coyote’s sheath and balls roughly for a few seconds, before he got to the coyote’s thighs. The coyote flinched and squirmed uncomfortably, but Nakk didn’t care. Using his hand, and shuffling forward between them at the same time, he forced Archer’s legs open either side of his waist.

“Oh no”, Archer groaned into the palms of his paws, now that it was very clear what the big fat ugly boar was about to do.

“Don’t worry”, Nakk said with a naughty smile. “After watching Zavoc plow your little boy, this ain’t gonna take long. If anythin’s gonna get me in the mood, it’s seeing that little slut get butt-raped. Mmmngh”.

Nakk's fat gut made contact with Archer first as the boar pressed himself forward, enveloping the coyote's sheath and balls in furry warmth. Then, with one hand on Archer's hips and the other on his cock, he placed his cock head between Archer's butt cheeks and started thrusting forward until he found the coyote's hole. Thankfully, Zavoc's heavy load had coated everything between Archer's thighs, so as the boar pressed his fat cock head against Archer's clenched hole, the bull's cum served as thick lube.

The pent-up boar wasted no time urgently thrusting against the coyote, trying to get inside him, and Archer yelped in pain while Nakk just snorted and drooled. "You're gonna love this, bitch", the boar grunted. He grabbed hold of Archer's hips and in one movement, thrust forward while pulling the coyote towards him. His bull cum-slicked cock head entered Archer all the way and he let out a long groan. "Ah, yeah! Get raped, bitch!"

Archer gripped the couch tightly and groaned in pain. The boar was thick, and Archer hadn't done anal with anyone, since... well, since Zavoc. And Nakk was not the type to take things slow. Especially not now. After staring, dumbstruck, at everything Zavoc had been doing to Finn for the last few hours, licking his lips and stroking his pole, he was obviously horny as hell.

He didn't pull out before pushing deeper. He just doubled down and pulled the coyote further onto his fat cock, pushing Archer's hole wide open around his shaft. "Guhh... fuck yeah. Take my fat dick you little bitch. Fuckin raping you. Mmmmgh. Getting raped in the ass. Yeah. I'm a fuckin rapist!"

"Oh for fuck's sake", Brandt sighed. Archer glanced over at the bear and saw him rolling his eyes, propping his head up with his hand while resting his elbow on the side of the armchair. Still, he was using his other hand to casually stroke his own fat dick while he watched.

"Mmm, fuck yeah!" Nakk grunted, as he pushed even deeper into the coyote. "How's that feel, Arch? Ya little bitch. Yeah!"

“Shut up you fat pig”, Archer whimpered.

It hurt like hell, and Archer sweated and groaned as he struggled to accommodate the boar's thickness inside of him. Nakk thrust into the coyote hard with uneven jolts, but Archer's insides were burning with such fire he couldn't tell how much of the boar was inside of him. That was, until he could feel the boar's fat waist squishing against his ass cheeks.

"Fat pig, huh?" Nakk grunted, snorting down air as he panted lustfully. "How's that big fat fuckin pig dick feel inside ya now?" He pulled some of his length out, then slammed it back in again. Archer's entire body shifted from the force and his head smacked against the back of the couch. A second later, the boar slammed him again, and kept slamming him over and over.

"Fuuuucck!" Archer groaned, gripping the couch tightly to try to steady himself as the boar took control of his body and used it. His hole burned from stretching around Nakk's shaft with little warm-up, and his thighs ached from how far apart they were spread to accommodate the boar's waist slapping against his ass.

"Fuuuucck yeah!" Nakk growled, slamming into the coyote rapidly, letting his tongue hang out of his mouth as it dripped with a strand of drool down his naked body which was bouncing and jiggling wildly. His fat tits danced with every thrust, and his round gut grinded against Archer's waist where it was flopped on top of him.

Grinding... back and forth... back and forth... against Archer's crotch.

"Oh fuck..." Archer moaned, though for a different reason now. As per usual, he was hard. Very hard. He could feel the boar's stomach all around his cock, enveloping it in moist warm fat that was moving rapidly up and down against his length.

As Nakk fucked Archer, it felt like Archer was fucking the boar's fat gut at the same time. Before long, Archer was gritting his teeth and grunting with wide eyes as he dealt with both the pleasure and the pain of what was happening to his body.

Nakk was clueless as he continued plowing the coyote, his eyes rolled back in his skull, panting, "Mmm yeah... Fuckin tight around my fat dick... Fuckin raping the bitch... Fuck yeah!"

"Fucking hell", Archer groaned too, his voice easily drowned out by Nakk's endless noises. Before he realised he was doing it, he found himself arching his back and angling his ass to give the boar a better angle into him... and to press his own cock harder into the boar's stomach. The pleasure, he told himself in that moment, would help him get through the pain, like a light through the darkness.

And it hit him fast. After two days of watching Finn get abused, and all the frustration and pain and anger that was involved, Archer was pent-up as hell too. The moment he gave himself permission, he felt warm pleasure ripple through his body, radiating from his cock, soothing the pain. And he instantly needed more. He started twisting his hips upwards to coincide with every time the boar's gut came down on him, humping against the boar as he was raped. His groans of pain turned to stifled whimpers of pleasure, though Nakk was so loud and absorbed in his own pleasure, he doubted the boar would notice.

"Feels so good on my big dick!" Nakk moaned. "Mm, yeah! So nice and tight! Gonna fuckin... blow my load! Fuck!"

Archer's eyes shot open, and a thought struck him like lightning.

No, not yet. Keep going.

His face burnt with shame and he whimpered helplessly.

The boar delivered a few more heavy thrusts against his body before slamming his cock all the way inside Archer and dropping forward on top of him. "Fuuuuuuuucccck!" he groaned right in Archer's face, tongue hanging out of his mouth and eyes rolled back in his skull, spraying slobber all over the coyote's muzzle through snorts and grunts, as Archer could feel the boar's cock explode inside of him. "Guhhhhhhhhh. Fuckin blowing a fat load in your ass. Fillin you up with my little babies. Fuck! Yeah!"

Archer grimaced and squirmed in disgust, but he was completely squished in place by the boar's heavy body. While Nakk snorted and squealed and gasped through the rest of his minutes-long orgasm, Archer couldn't move, and he couldn't even thrust against the boar anymore. His cock throbbed hungrily against Nakk's mass, pleading desperately for just a little more stimulation, but there was nothing Archer could do. All he could do was lie there and take it, thinking about the boar spurting cum into his ass, and bubbling with hot frustration that he couldn't even... get off on it.

Nakk made eye contact with Archer and sneered in his face, breathing hot air over the coyote's muzzle. "Guhhhh. Fuckin pumpin you full of my stinky spunk", he groaned, while Archer could feel the boar's fat cock still throbbing and squirting inside of him. "Fuck. You're gonna be full of it. It's gonna be dripping from your used hole. Mmmm. Fuck yeah". Archer just looked away and tried to look angry and upset even while his own cock throbbed painfully.

After another minute of Nakk running his mouth, the boar finally groaned with relief and planted his arms on the couch to lift his body off the coyote. Archer breathed deeply now that his lungs weren’t being squished, and his body felt cool where the air touched his fur -- wet with Nakk’s sweat.

“Holy shit, that was good”, Nakk panted, standing up and stretching his back. Archer groaned with discomfort as the boar pulled his cock free until it slipped out entirely. The coyote’s hole tightened weakly as he could feel jizz trickling out of his ass. He couldn’t help but feel incredibly empty now that the fat cock was out of him.

His eyes suddenly fell upon Finn and Zavoc, still lying on the couch on the side of the room. While he watched them, neither even acknowledged that Archer even existed. Zavoc was stroking Finn’s back, and the otter was clutching Zavoc’s pecs while he rested on the bull’s chest, smiling.

The pang of sadness and jealousy didn’t last long before Brandt came into his vision, standing in front of him and eclipsing the coyote’s vision with his big, broad, muscled body. “Thanks for warming the cunt up for me”, Brandt growled, glancing at Nakk, before smirking. “He’s gonna need it, for what I’m about to do to him”.

Archer shivered for various reasons at once.

Brandt looked down at Archer’s erection and an amused expression appeared on his face. “Don’t tell me you actually enjoyed what the fat bastard did to you?”

Archer knew it was meant to be a taunt to make fun of him. He simply shot the bear a silent, wounded look. Brandt lazily smacked the coyote’s junk in response, and Archer whimpered while the bear grinned.

“Well if you liked that, you’re gonna love this”, Brandt said, gripping the shaft of his swollen dick for emphasis and wagging it around. “You know, Arch, I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. When we were teens, I’d jerk off thinking about raping you and punching your face till you choked on your own blood. So, you say Zavoc raped you? I’ll show you the meaning of the word rape!”

He forced the coyote’s legs apart and rammed his cock inside Archer, all the way, all at once. Archer’s body shuddered and he howled with pain until Brandt smacked him across the face. The coyote clutched his own face where it throbbed with pain, and heard Finn call his name.

“He’s fine”, Zavoc soothed, which seemed to be enough to comfort the boy since Finn now trusted him so much.

Brandt laughed before slamming into the coyote again. “You’re a worthless little prick!” he roared, pulling out, then crashing into Archer’s ass again. “You’re a fucking waste of space!” Their bodies slapped together again. “Fucking weak pathetic cunt!” He crushed the coyote’s ass cheeks with his hips. “I should do the world a fucking favour!” he growled, with fire in his eyes, as he leant forward and wrapped a thick hand around the coyote’s neck, bearing down on him with his heavy weight and instantly cutting off his air.

Archer squirmed and tugged at the bear’s hand with both of his own, but Brandt was way too strong. He looked up at the bear’s face with panicked eyes and saw only excitement and lust. Their bodies slapped together harder and faster while the bear fucked him, invigorated by his power over the coyote, and Archer’s lungs started to burn as he struggled pathetically underneath the massive male. Just as things were starting to go fuzzy, the bear released him, and he gasped for air which was cut short by another smack across the face. Then Brandt used both hands to grip the coyote’s hips, digging into his skin with his claws, and savagely raped him. He threw his tremendous weight against the coyote’s body over and over, a rising snarl pouring through his sharp-toothed grin.

The bear was right about one thing.

Nakk had warmed the coyote up for him.

Despite the bear’s ferocity, all the pain around his hole and inside of his ass had started to go numb, leaving a different sensation with room to surface.

Brandt was ramming his cock into a part of Archer’s insides that felt very, very good.

And as the bear wildly slammed away against that spot, Archer could feel something building inside of him. His eyes watered and he bit into his lower lip and gripped the couch cushions as hard as he could. “Hnnnghh… Guhhh… Ughhh”, he groaned, clenching his eyes shut and trying to suppress his noises. But Brandt just kept on fucking him. Harder. Faster. Rougher. And every single thrust felt better and better each time as he got used to the bear’s girth and the pleasure built up.

Suddenly, Archer realised his body was running away from him. The feeling in his cock stole his attention and he realised it was twitching wildly with desire, fueled by the ecstasy of his prostate being abused. He could feel a pressure building up inside of it, a growing heat that was so intense it hurt him. A fire that was fueled by all the frustration of the last two days inside of his cock. All of that pain and suffering, churning inside of him now, begging for a final explosion of relief and release. And he could feel it getting close.

He couldn’t help it anymore. His body squirmed with painful desire as he moaned out loud from every thrust. “Uuuuuuuuuggghhh! Nnnnnnnnnnnnnngggh! Fuuuuuuuuuucccckk!” His cock craved attention but he had to use his hands to brace himself against the back of the couch to avoid breaking his neck as Brandt slammed his smaller body. It throbbed and spurted precum into his belly button, burning red hot with desire.

Brandt kept fucking him hard. Ferociously. He couldn’t believe it… it felt so good. He was so goddamn close and the pleasure was boiling inside of him, growing hotter and hotter. He gripped the couch cushion hard with his paws and started to wail, squeezing Brandt’s hips between his legs and raising himself off the couch to give that big fat dick a better angle into his hole. It hammered his prostate again and again, and Archer’s eyes rolled back in his skull. After all that lustful agony, he was finally going to…

The bear, totally blind to the coyote’s peaking pleasure, suddenly slowed down, leaning forward to grin in the coyote’s face and taunt him. “I really want to see some tears”, the bear mused. “I wonder what I could--

Archer’s eyes opened wide in despair and disbelief. He was so… fucking… close to cumming! And again, he’d lost his chance at an orgasm because the bear wanted to tease him or something.

In that moment, on the precipice of an orgasm, all of his frustration hit him at once. The unchained darkness inside of him broke through the shattered ruins of his defences and the new, changed Archer was unleashed. All of the fucking lying and pretending and denying what he really wanted all this time came crashing down as images and urges flashed through his mind. All of the times he’d felt lust and been unable to act upon it. All the times he’d seen those big arrogant brutes sexually abuse Finn. Finn screaming as he came while Zavoc raped him. Nakk pissing down his throat while eating pizza, and cumming in his sheath. Brandt fucking his face and grinning triumphantly in sadistic pleasure as he beat him. Pissing. Groaning. Roaring. Cumming. The arrogant, cruel, sexy fucking studs, acting like they were better than him, because they were. They were all better than Archer, because he was small, weak, and pathetic. He deserved to be used. He wanted to be abused.

He’d denied it all for so long, and for what?

He’d lost Zavoc.

Finn had turned against him.

No more.

He propped himself up on his elbows, looked Brandt in the eyes, and half-screamed, half-cried, “Don’t stop! For fuck’s sake, don’t stop! Fuck! Fuck me you idiot!”

The bear froze in surprise. His mouth slowly dropped open, and he stared at Archer with wide eyes.

Archer thrashed on the couch in frustration. “Grrrrrrr! Just… fucking… shut up! You’ve got a big fat dick! Use it! Shut up and fuck me!”

Brandt swallowed and blinked. “I… uhh… I think I broke him”.

“Did he just say what I think he said?” he heard Zavoc say.

“Holy shit, B”, Nakk said in a slow voice. “What’d you do to him?”

Archer looked at the bear with pleading eyes and sobbed desperately. “What do you want me to say! That you’re all better than me and I deserve this? I do, okay? I deserve it, and I want it! I fucking want you to rape me! Alright? I want it!”

Brandt leant forward and stared at the coyote until a smirk slowly appeared on his face. “You really are pathetic”, he said.

Archer broke into laughter. “Are you gonna keep talking, or are you gonna be a stud and fuck me?”

Brandt stared into the coyote’s eyes for a second. And then he very slowly stood up straight. And he very deliberately placed his hands on Archer’s waist and gripped his hips tightly.

Brandt fucked Archer. He stopped talking and taunting and teasing. He just pounded the coyote’s ass.

His powerful muscles bulged through his thick fatness as he slammed his dick inside the coyote's ass with ball-slapping lunges. At the same time, he used his strong arms to wrench the smaller canine's onto his dick in time with his brutal thrusts. Leaning forward on top of Archer, his size and strength was on full display. And all the while, he groaned with anger and pleasure, baring his teeth in a permanent, hateful scowl, while his cold grey eyes started to flicker unsteadily as his own orgasm grew closer.

Archer shivered and trembled underneath the huge, scary, masculine male, in awe of the bear's huge body. He sighed and moaned with relief as he felt the growing pleasure course through his aching body. Under Brandt, he was totally helpless, and it was a wonderful feeling. It felt so right, now that he wasn't fighting it anymore. As the bear pounded his prostate, Archer's fury and guilt and shame melted away, and the heat in his ass and cock and balls took over his body.

Their hot, sweating bodies slapped together faster and faster until Brandt finally tensed, plunged his cock deep inside Archer, gripped the coyote's hips hard, and roared, “Gahhh! Fuuuuckk!”

And Archer screamed at the same time. As the bear blasted Archer’s insides with jizz, the coyote’s body contorted out of control. He arched his back off the couch, held up only by his own arms and by Brandt’s hands around his hips, and threw his head back against the couch cushion, as what felt like a lifetime’s worth of cum and frustration erupted from his cock. “Unnnnnnggggghhh!” he groaned -- every ounce of air escaping his lungs as his own cum spattered against his muzzle, and the back of the couch, and all over his chest. He spurted again and again, harder than he’d ever shot in his entire life, coating his whole body in spunk as he howled and twitched helplessly. It was his turn for his tongue to hang out of his mouth and his eyes to roll back in his skull as the orgasm assaulted his body.

Brandt barely slowed down as he came, continuing to fuck the cum out of the coyote hard and fast, growling and grunting and cursing angrily. Archer’s body trembled as the hot sounds washed over him, and he could feel the bear unloading inside of him. He imagined it all mixing with the boar’s heavy load to fill his guts and stomach with the stuff, and bit his lip at the arousing thought. Still cumming out of control, he shuddered and grunted as his cock sprayed the biggest load of his life, feeling his jizz all over his fur and running down the sides of his body, tasting it on his lips, and breathing it in.

He looked down to catch another glance of the big, broad bear raping him, and shot another spurt as he saw the look of hatred on Brandt’s face.

“Worthless cunt”, the bear growled, his cock throbbing inside the coyote.

“Fuckin stud”, Archer panted, holding eye contact with his top as they both grinded against each other, cumming together.

* * *


Zavoc’s house was unusually quiet.

Brandt and Nakk had gone home.

Finn had just gotten into the shower.

Archer sat on one couch, Zavoc on the other.

And for the first time in a long time, Archer felt no sense of dread in the bull’s presence. No fear or anxiety. He finally felt that he understood the bull, as well as himself. He no longer needed to hide -- Archer had revealed his true colours now. And with his dignity gone, and the lies undone, he had nothing else left to lose.

He glanced over at the bull, who was resting his elbows on his knees where he was sitting on the edge of the couch, and took a deep breath. “Zavoc… I’m sorry”, Archer said. “I’m sorry for what I did to you”.

The bull regarded him coolly for a moment, impossible to read. Then, he took a slow breath, and sighed, shaking his head.

Archer frowned with sadness. “You were ri--”

“You know, it’s funny”, Zavoc said, lifting his head to look at the coyote wearily. “I wanted to hear you say that for so long. I wanted you to change so badly. But now… I don’t care anymore”. The bull stood up slowly, a lightness and looseness to his body despite his tired expression. He looked down at the coyote and wrinkled his nose, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You wouldn’t give me my peace, Archer, so I took it from you. And it was pretty simple. You fucked my life up, so I did the same to you”.

Archer stuttered, “Zavoc, I--”

But the bull spoke over him. “This could have gone another way, but no… Someone had to make things right. I should have known it’d never be you”. There was a bluntness to his words. No anger. If anything, perhaps a hint of regret.

Archer swallowed and hung his head, heavy with the weight of his guilt, sighing heavily. “I’m sorry”, he repeated.

Zavoc didn’t care. He turned to leave the room, but not before pausing. He spoke with his head slightly towards the coyote, without bothering to actually look at him. “Good luck with Finn, Arch”, he said with a tone of sarcasm. “When you can’t sleep at night because you know he’s thinking about me, remind yourself about the sleepless nights you gave me. When you kiss him, you’ll wonder if he misses my tongue. If you manage to make him cum, you’ll know I did it better than you ever can. And he knows it too”.

Archer looked up at the bull, expecting to see the same old smirk. But there was no happiness across the bovine’s face.

“I got what I wanted”, Zavoc snorted. “I don’t want your fucking apology”.

Then he left the room, leaving Archer alone on the couch to stew in the bull’s final words.

* * *


It felt so weird to be wearing clothes. It felt even weirder to be outside -- to see a crisp blue sky, to hear the sounds of cars in the distance and birds in trees nearby, to breathe cool fresh air. For two days, but a time that felt infinitely longer, Zavoc’s house had been the entirety of Archer’s reality. Now, as Archer and Finn waited on the path outside Zavoc’s house, the rest of the world felt unfamiliar. Freedom, itself, felt strange.

They’d get used to it soon enough, Archer told himself. He thought of all the things they usually did together -- playing games with the TV in the background, eating pancakes at cafes, walking along the beach and running from the waves. Once they got back into a routine, the world would start to make sense again. It might be different now. It might be difficult. But they would find a way through it, together.

The otter stood next to Archer, and the coyote rubbed Finn’s hair comfortingly in the spot he knew the otter enjoyed. Though, Finn lowered his head and made no effort to lean into his boyfriend’s affection. He just stood there, arms by his sides, quiet.

Archer sighed. Finn, too, would get used to it, the coyote thought. He’d been through a lot. It would take a long time to process. But after enough time, and enough love…

He heard Zavoc’s door close, and glanced over to see the bull walking towards them, his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie. It was equally bizarre to see the bovine wearing something as well. Through the warm baggy clothes, you couldn’t tell what he was packing. The sight of those bulging muscles and swinging dick was burnt into Archer’s memory nonetheless.

Zavoc stopped in front of the boyfriends and pulled Finn’s wristband out of his pocket, wordlessly offering it to the boy by holding his hand in front of the boy’s face, where the green band was dangling from his middle finger.

Finn lifted it from the bull and looked down at it silently as he slowly played with it between his paws.

“I gave it a wash”, he snorted. “It still smells like cum though”.

“Thanks”, Archer said awkwardly.

They stood there silently for a moment as a long breath of cold wind tugged at their clothes.

“So…” Zavoc said, bouncing on his hooves and casually looking around.

“So…” Archer echoed. As he looked up at the bull shifting awkwardly in front of him, he pondered his own feelings curiously. There were flashes of anger at what the bull had done to him, but their flames rapidly fizzled out. He couldn’t be angry at the bull, not really. All he could feel was sadness and remorse.

He thought back to that fateful day in the bathroom when they were teenagers, and wondered if things could have turned out differently. He thought about the things they could have done together, the pleasures they could have shared as a couple, what could have been…  

“We’re even now, I suppose”, Zavoc said.

Archer blinked out of his daze. “I suppose so”.

The bull nodded once, then looked Archer in the eyes. “See ya ‘round”.

“Bye, Zavoc”, Archer said softly. With a hand on Finn’s shoulder, he watched as the bull turned around and strolled back to his door, wondering if he’d ever see the bull again, and under which circumstances.

Suddenly there was nothing but air under the hand he’d been resting on Finn. “Wait!” the little boy squealed. Archer’s eyes shot open wide as they saw the otter running after Zavoc, and his heart lurched out of his chest as he stood there watching his lover run away from him.

Zavoc, too, spun around and looked down at the little boy in bewilderment. Finn stopped at the bull’s legs and threw his arms up expectantly. Zavoc’s mouth dropped open as he stood there for a moment frozen like a statue. Then, even as his face contorted with confusion, he bent down, and picked the kid up his bulky arms, holding him against his chest.

Finn looked at the bull’s face and stuttered shyly. “Can… can I stay with you for a bit? Please?”

Archer and Zavoc were both silent.

The world froze around Archer. Time stopped. The coyote couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Like his brain had encountered a critical error and crashed, he… he couldn’t process it. He couldn’t understand…

Zavoc managed to find some words first. “Uh, kid”, he said slowly, letting out a huff of disbelief. “I don’t think I can really take care you. I mean, I don’t know how to take care of a kid. We can have fun, but… parenting and all that stuff…”

“No, no”, Finn said, eyes sparkling, full of hope and optimism and excitement. “I mean… Just for a while. I… I had fun with you and I wanna stay for a bit longer”.

“Finn!” Archer gasped. It was all he could say. It felt like he was in a vacuum and the air had been ripped out of his lungs. His legs wobbled, threatening to give way. He stared at Finn in horror.

The cub looked over his shoulder at the coyote and frowned. “He showed me so much stuff that you can’t do, and… I really liked it, and… I want to do more of it”.

“Guh…” Archer grunted in pain. “Please… don’t”.

“Maybe you should, uhh… listen to your boyfriend”, Zavoc said, scratching his own head awkwardly.

Finn frowned at the bull with a wounded look on his little face. “Didn’t you have fun with me? Don’t you want to do it more?”

Archer stared at Zavoc and silently screamed at him. His heart slammed against his chest. His whole body was petrified with tension. The bull could shut this down right now if he wanted to. He was the only one who could. He could just say that what they’d done was fun, but they were done now, and that he wanted Finn to go home. It would be so easy to do. So easy. He just had to say a few words. “Zavoc”, he breathed desperately. “Please”.

The bull looked at Archer quietly. They made eye contact. Archer shook his head weakly, mouthing, No.

Then Zavoc’s eyes narrowed, and a hint of a smile grew across his lips. Archer noticed the shift in the bull’s expression and felt his soul crumple. “Zavoc… you said we were even… Please”.

“What kind of things would you wanna do if I let you stay, Finn?” Zavoc asked, looking back at the kid.

Archer could see the otter burst into a grin, and in that moment, he fell to his knees on the dirt, his chest aching like he’d been stabbed. “I wanna make you squirt all day! And I want you to lick my butt again because that was amazing. And I want you to put your cock in my butt again and make me squirt because that was the best feeling in the world!!” he squealed excitedly.

“Okay, okay, shhh”, the bull chuckled. “Keep your voice down when we’re outside”.

“Sorry…”

“It’s okay, baby”, Zavoc soothed, his smile growing. “I can understand your excitement. All the stuff we did was really fun, wasn’t it? You wanna spend some time just squirting over and over all day with me?”

Finn nodded eagerly.

Archer fell forward onto his hands, panting for air desperately. “Please… no… don’t take him from me. I need him”, he pleaded so breathlessly his voice was hardly louder than the wind.

“I like the sound of that”, Zavoc said, as though he couldn’t hear Archer at all. Perhaps he couldn’t. “It sounds like a hell of a lot of fun. In fact, I even know some new things we can do”.

The otter’s eyes twinkled as he giggled happily.

“Finn… please…” Archer begged, as he felt his entire world slipping away from underneath his body.

“I’m sure it’s only temporary, Arch”, Zavoc said casually. “Finn’ll give you a call when he’s had his fill of fun… and spunk”.

“Yeah!” Finn agreed.

Tears dripped from Archer’s muzzle into the dirt. Oh that sweet, stupid kid. Finn had no idea how much he was hurting him right now.

But… after failing him so badly, could he blame the cub?

Were he in Finn’s place, would he not want some more of that godlike bull?

And could he blame Zavoc? How could the bull say no to days of endless sex with a gorgeous, willing boy like Finn? Zavoc was a proper man who took what he wanted. And how could he not want that hot little slut with his tight hole and chubby ass?

His cock twitched in his underwear at the thought. Fuckin pathetic, as always.

“How long for?” he sniffled, beaten.

“I dunno”, Finn said innocently. “I’ll let you know when I wanna come home!”

Archer laughed bitterly to himself. “Great”.

“I’ll take good care of him. I’ll make sure he’s well fed”, Zavoc said, and as Archer stared at the dirt in front of him, he could imagine the bull’s arrogant smirk returning. “Say goodbye to Archer”, he added.

“Bye Archer!”

“Bye… Finn…” the coyote said.

Zavoc chuckled to himself.

Archer didn’t look up. He just listened to the sound of hoofsteps as the bull carried his boyfriend away from him. His door opened, and then it closed, and then there was silence.

The wind rippled his clothes and chilled his tear-wet muzzle. Archer just stayed where he was as clouds moving overhead shadowed his pathetic form. In the corner of his eye, he saw Finn’s wristband, discarded, in the dirt, and tears welled in his eyes anew. He heard faint giggles and squeals from inside the house, while the wind howled around him.

The world felt so dark and cold.

Archer stayed there for a long time.



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