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Currently, it is a dead RP, but we managed to produce so much writing that I'd hate to see it go unnoticed. Shoot, this is almost developed enough to become a novel, but I have other things on the go instead. At the very least, I'll give you all this much. It is raw, unpolished, deep, and very disturbing. Please read the disclaimer at the beginning of the introduction above, as I assume no responsibility for your resultant projectile-vomiting and conversion to Christianity for peering into a window for my sick, demented mind xP\n\nP.S. - The full story is over 240 pages! Hope you're not put off by a long, thorough read.","description_bbcode_parsed":"This began as an RP between me and BenjiSquirrel almost a year ago. Currently, it is a dead RP, but we managed to produce so much writing that I'd hate to see it go unnoticed. Shoot, this is almost developed enough to become a novel, but I have other things on the go instead. At the very least, I'll give you all this much. It is raw, unpolished, deep, and very disturbing. Please read the disclaimer at the beginning of the introduction above, as I assume no responsibility for your resultant projectile-vomiting and conversion to Christianity for peering into a window for my sick, demented mind xP
P.S. - The full story is over 240 pages! Hope you're not put off by a long, thorough read.","writing":"[b]DISCLAIMER:[/b] Warning, this story contains extremely controversial and offensive themes. It very graphically depicts the rape of an underage anthro-rabbit boy, kidnapping, extreme violence, drug-use, profanity, and death. Do not read if any these themes offend you. This story is entirely a work of fiction and not based on any real events or real people, animals, living or dead. Please exercise discretion.\n\n[right][color=#ef2929]Red Text written by me, MarquisVulpes[/color][/right]\n[right]Black text written by Benjisquirrel[/right]\n\n[center][color=#ef2929]Sharks Out There[/color][/center]\n\n[color=#ef2929]When the children played happily in the school grounds, they never assumed for a second that danger could lurk within their sanctuary. It started in the school parking lot when a tall, menacing black panther and his portly raccoon companion took another hit off of their crack pipe and further infiltrated cub territory. They parked their white cargo van illegally in a spot reserved for teachers. Neither of them had children attending this school, Springwood Elementary. In fact, the Mississippi plates on the van indicated they belonged nowhere within fifteen hundred kilometres of the school.\n\nNo authority figure noticed their presence. They walked through the school grounds un-harassed, patrolling for prey. Hunger drove these two vagrants. The sights of these vulnerable children ignited a deep innate desire within them. Free access to ripe picking grounds meant these foreigners could pick and choose whatever they wanted, within reason. Reaching out and grabbing any cub would have alerted school patrols immediately. To remain behind the veil of ignorant childhood bliss, they had to strike at prey wandering too far from the herd.\n\nThe panther led his obese, undershirt wearing, denim clad ‘coon partner. They skirted the perimeter of the schoolyards, careful not to alert anyone. It was a beautiful early summer day. The school year squirmed to a close, and all the bouncing cubs diverted short attention spans away from reality. With no eyes turned to their paths, the panther and raccoon duo continued to survey.\n\n“Oh, that there is a nice one,” the black feline remarked to his partner.\n\n“Yeah, but that lil’ girl there sure is perrty.”\n\n“Too bad they is so close to the school.”\n\n“I’d scoop ‘em all up if they was all wanderin’ idiots!”\n\n“We’ll fin’ one, Thomas. Rest assured.”\n\n“We always do, Dominic. Huh huh huh.”\n\nSnakey fingers ran through the chicken-wire fence at the boarder of the school grounds. Regardless of their drug-influenced gait, both Dominic and Thomas took a purposeful path through the perpetual gardens of innocence. The panther wore a moth-eaten white suit, leather boots with spurs, and a desperado style hat. He trotted forth like a camel approaching a desert oasis, and his raccoon friend lumbered close behind. At this point, they decided to cut a diagonal route across the yards. This path put them on an indirect intercept course with a young rabbit boy approaching a large oak tree, all by himself.[/color]\n\nFollowing close behind his long-time friend, Thomas wasn’t quite as inebriated as the black panther, but he was still flying higher than a kite from all the pot he’d partaken of on the trip here.\n\nThis latest venture into the land of little boys and girls had been Dominic’s idea. The raccoon was perfectly content to tag along though. He had a fancy for diddling with little boys, but rarely had he ever been able to get close enough for some fun. With his buddy, however, they’d been able to snatch up cubs left and right over the last few years. Normally they’d have their fun and move on, relying on threats to keep their victims compliant, but this time Thomas wanted something different.\n\nThe rotund raccoon followed his more fit companion with a lilting gate. He may not have been as hammered as the tall feline, but he was getting distracted by figments of his imagination popping in and out of the visually enhanced landscape around him. Much as he was enjoying himself, navigation was a bitch.\n\nOn their trip through the bushes skirting the edge of the school yard, the portly raccoon was the first to spot the rabbit separating from the flock. He didn’t say anything initially until he was certain it wasn’t a hallucination, but once he was sure, he stopped suddenly and slapped Dominic’s shoulder.\n\n“Dom, check it!” he whispered loudly. “Lil’ critter 3’oclock. Man… I fuckin’ love rabbits.”\n\nThomas could already feel a discomfort in his tight denim trousers as he watched the innocent little white rabbit with black-tipped ears, walking away from the school yard. He looked quite upset, but not as much as he was going to be.\n\n-------\n\nThe first day back to school after a long weekend had been horrible for Jake. It started quite unceremoniously with Lyle causing trouble on the bus coming into school. As usual the woodpecker torment him with words first, laughing at every short-coming the rabbit had. After that, it got physical.\n\nFirst, Lyle very nearly tripped him into a puddle, which he only narrowly avoided thanks to his friends Chris and Mitch, who immediately took up position between him and his assaulter. But they couldn’t always be around for him, so come the next encounter, alone in a hallway, Jake was greeted with a faceful of locker several times before he was shoved inside one and sealed in. That had been the most uncomfortable 20 minutes he’d ever had to endure.\n\nEventually a teacher let him out, but Lyle hadn’t been finished with him. When recess finally rolled around, the woodpecker went too far. While Jake played merrily with a ball he’d retrieved from the bin, Lyle had crept up behind him and pantsed him in front of his friends and several other kids.\n\nFortunately for the mortified buck only his shorts had made it past his knees before he could retrieve them, but it still exposed his Ducky Rogers themed underwear, which unleashed a chorus of laughter from everyone involved. Derogatory quips were blurted left and right, mostly concerning the childish nature of his interest in the cartoon and how it was for little babies.\n\nThat had been the last straw. While Jake’s friends sought revenge against the fleeing woodpecker, Jake ran away with tears in his eyes, struggling not to cry until he was well away from the ridicule. He moved quickly across the large grassy field, tugging on his shorts as he went to make sure they were well secured, and by the time he reached his final destination, he was crying out loud.\n\nJake dropped to his knees just shy of the old oak tree he normally sat under to draw and be alone. He was crying quite loudly now, express his grief for all the unfair punishment the bullies at this school put him through. The buck crawled over to the tree and sat down next do it, wiping his eyes as he sobbed unhappily, completely unaware of the two individuals standing nearby in the bushes.\n\n[color=#ef2929]Instantaneously, Dominic’s gaze zoned in on his partner’s fancy. Through glossy, yellow, bloodshot eyes, the panther analyzed the prey, and his eyes narrowed to fine slits. Already, he lurched up ready to pounce, and even his claws extruded. His dried tongue lapped all around his chops in a futile effort to moisten his parched maw. Pulling his senses through his mind-chemical haze, he managed to rationalize that he needed to get close to the bunny over yonder – within striking distance.\n\nTo help bring his partner back to reason, Thomas caught up with Dominic and walked close beside him. The intentions in his tainted raccoon brain brought him down from his ghanja and adulterated cocaine high. Thomas wanted this crying rabbit boy. His excitement became evident by the denim tent rising from his crotch. With such a terrible resolve in mind, he whispered his plans to the panther.\n\n“Dang, he look so good! Real girly like, but a boy just the same. We gonna catch this one, right?”\n\n“Oh, you better believe it! An’ y’know...I think we can keep him.”\n\n“So, Dom, we ain’t going after no more then?”\n\n“Naw. Naw I think he’ll do just fine. Whatta you think?”\n\n“Huhn…Yeah. Yeah, he’s perfect. I fuckin’ want him so bad already!”\n\nNow, with their target identified, both predators conjured their hunting tactics. Dominic scanned for a potential escape route. He was the more proficient driver, and his lighter frame meant he could wrangle the van better. Although, his physique also made him better suited for sprinting after and abducting prey compared to his tubby ‘coon friend. On the other hand, the panther very much looked like a predator. Thomas at least looked somewhat more approachable. They had this issue before when children would run away from Dominic screaming. Lucky for the panther, he always managed to chase down his victims, but that was only when he went after one kid in a given area. The raccoon can and has gotten close kids before grabbing them. Plus, he had a way with calming crying children even as he violated them.\n\n“I think you need to take this one, Tom. Real quite like. We don’t want him runnin’ back and causin’ a kiddie stampede.”\n\n“Don’t you worry none. I’ll git ‘im.”\n\n“Countin’ on ya, brother. I’ll get the van, drive up that alley way over yonder, and wait for you.”\n\n“Gotcha. Let’s do this!”\n\nThe black panther headed, at times uneasily, back to the school parking lot. Meanwhile, the raccoon continued his approach, very casually, to the unsuspecting buck by the tree.[/color]\n\nThomas had gotten close enough to hear the little boy’s stifled sobbing as he hugged his knees to his chest in front of the tree. The sound of a crying cub was music to his ears, but if he had any hope of coaxing this little buck into his arms, he’d have to play it sooth.\n\nAlthough not looking a pretty picture with his stained wife-beater shirt and scuffed denims slacks, the raccoon was very good at putting on an outward appearance of false concern; at least when he wasn’t high. Even now he was still struggling to stand upright without swaying. A few minutes had to be taken so Thomas could correct his posture and clean up his outward image. If he wasn’t careful, the kid would run away the second he saw him.\n\nBy the time he was ready, he peeked around the tree to see Jake was still seated at the base of the tree. His crying had died down to sniffling as the little eight-year-old rabbit pored over a sketchbook sitting in his lap. Drawing always helped the cub to feel better, but he still couldn’t help thinking about what had just transpired.\n\nHe was well into his activity, shuddering with contained sobs when he heard someone approaching behind him.\n\nWhatcha drawin’ there, kid?” Thomas asked nicely, keeping his distance for now.\n\nJake jumped and turned around sharply, shifting position to distance himself a little from the sudden intruder into his private zone. He spied the raccoon warily as he stood there looking casual with his paws in his pockets. Aside from looking a little zoned out, the adult didn’t seem all that threatening. In fact the ‘coon was smiling and looking worried.\n\n“Shhh-shhh, it’s alright, son, nobody gonna hurtcha,” the raccoon reassured, muttering in the back of his mind “yet, anyway, heheheh…”.\n\n“W-who are you?” Jake asked quietly, sliding back a little further to sit himself upright.\n\n“Name’s uh… Carson,” Thomas lied, a usual tactic to keep cubs from tattling on him when they were let go; there wouldn’t be such a scenario this time, but he still liked the idea of feeding the cub false information. “Was just passin’ by an’ I heard yeh cryin’? Somethin’ wrong?”\n\n“N-no, I mean…” Jake mumbled, clutching his sketchbook to his chest. “I was just…”\n\n“A bully, right?”\n\n“W-what?” Jake squeaked. “No, no, it was—”\n\nThomas chuckled lightly, wobbling a little as he stood, trying to conceal his uncertain posture and he dark intentions for the boy. He could already tell this cub was a keeper. He’d never seen a bunny so off-put by his manufactured demeanor.\n\n“It’s a’ight son, I can tell. I won’t tell no one, kay? Wanna tell me wut happened?”\n\nJake lowered his gaze in defeat. “It was… he-he pulled my shorts down… in f-front of everyone.”\n\nWho did?” Thomas inquired, even though he didn’t really care; all he could think about was the mental image of this kid having his drawers removed against his will; he would have fun messing with the cub’s sensitive nature.\n\n“Lyle… h-he’s a woodpecker an’… he picks on me every day,” the cub whimpered, tears filling his eyes again.\n\n“Oooh, now, now, now, keep them tears inside, lad,” Thomas said coming a little closer and kneeling down.\n\nWhen the raccoon came closer Jake immediately slid back several feet, still wary of the older man. He had a good reason, though, and he really shouldn’t have let it get this far, but he really wanted a shoulder to cry on.\n\n“I-I’m not s’posed to talk to strangers,” Jake explained quietly, clutching his sketchbook tightly.\n\nDamn, this kid had been taught about stranger-danger. And more importantly, actually implemented what he’d learned. It was a stumbling block, but if Thomas timed it right, he’d still be able to snatch the kid up without drawing any attention.\n\n“A’ight, a’ight, I respect that, kid. We cin keep it simple. Y’got a name? Yeh already know mine, so I reckon it’s only fair,” he said, testing the cub.\n\nThe boy looked down in thought, considering it for a moment. Carson had already given his name in introduction, and Jake had been rude by not offering his own name, but at the same time, he wasn’t supposed to talk to people he didn’t know, especially adults. That was his parents’ golden rule. That was only for scary looking people though, right? Carson didn’t look mean or dangerous. A little grungy maybe, a bit like a hobo, but his eyes gleamed with kindness.\n\n“J-Jake. My name’s Jake,” he answered nervously.\n\n“Jake, huh? Well, it’s a pleasure to meet’cha, Jake,” Thomas said with a slight slur as he held out a paw to shake.\n\nThe raccoon watched as Jake stared at his outstretched paw. He could imagine the cub’s inner process of deciding whether it was safe or not. All it would take was one minor miscalculation and the bunny would be his. And it came sooner that Thomas expected. Jake’s paw slowly lifted to accept the paw-shake, but just as they were both about to make contact, the school-bell rang.\n\nThe cub jerked his head to the side, looking relieved by the excuse to vacate the area, but Thomas suddenly panicked. If he didn’t act now he’d lose his chance. Before Jake could retract his arm, the raccoon lurched forward and grabbed it, taking the rabbit by surpise as he was thrust into the grown-ups chest.\n \nWhat are you—let me go! HELP!” Jake shrieked before Thomas could clamp a paw over his muzzle.\n\nHis prize immediately twisted and flailed in terror, screaming into his captor’s paw as Thomas hoisted the boy up off his feet. The raccoon looked around panic-stricken, holding a struggling bunny cub against his chest as he searched for his companion’s vehicle.\n\nIt took Thomas a few seconds to spot the alley Dominic had pointed out earlier before he jerked around and bolted with his captive still kicking and flailing. Jake had dropped his sketchbook in the process, but the raccoon was in too much of a hurry to snatch up the evidence. He had to hurry before the sounds of struggle drew unwanted eyes.\n\n[color=#ef2929]Dominic hurried back to the van as quickly as his shaky legs would allow. Just as he arrived, though, an adult came out of the school and approached him.\n\n“You there! What are you doing here?”\n\nThe inquiry sobered the panther up instantly and gave him the oomph to get behind the wheel like an eagle strike. He ignited the engine, put the van in gear, and sped off with his claws firmly gripped on the steering well. The adult had an unwelcomed shower of gravel, thus eliminating the chance of him noticing the van’s foreign plates. Dominic raced out of the parking lot and into the alleyway alongside the school grounds. Completely out of his previous high, he drove deliberately and with total competence.\n\nIn a matter of seconds, he reached the part of the dirt road directly perpendicular to the oak tree where Jake was spotted. He was surprisingly precise in bringing the van to a sudden halt at the right point. This gave Thomas the shortest possible amount of distance between himself and his getaway. Additionally, the rising dust cloud clearly signalled to him where to find his partner. Dominic hopped out, engine still running, and threw open the rear doors.\n\n“C’mon, c’mon!!!” He urged his raccoon partner who ran to the vehicle with their prize in hand.\n\nThomas’s progress occasionally became stifled. The thrashing rabbit very nearly got away more than once, and even got his feet onto the ground for a moment. Each time, the fat predator had to stop to again restrain and readjust the buck in his arms. Screaming, Jake made it unmistakable he would not allow himself to be taken easily. His bucking legs were just about enough to throw out Thomas’s back.\n\n“Hold still, lil’ critter!”\n\nDominic just about rushed to aid Thomas. The raccoon’s slow escape from the scene of the crime put precious minutes against the duo. Both of them risked seeing their hunt go down in flames. Lucky for both of them, the portly procyonid practically threw himself in the back of the van. His panther partner quickly slammed the doors behind him and flew back into the driver’s seat. After a fireworks display of flying gravel, the white van chewed its way through the alley.\n\nPresent in an unfamiliar town, Dominic didn’t have any clear idea where to drive. He just knew he had to somehow get back on the highway. The alley exited onto a residential road, and the panther drove at an illegal speed through the neighbourhood.\n\n“Don’t ya know where yer goin’ there, Dom!”\n\n“I ain’t been to this crazy canuck town before. Shit, these here roads gotta get back to the hiway somehow.”\n\nAbrupt turns sent Thomas and Jake bouncing through the cargo space as though both of them got put into an industrial washing machine. Without the luxury of stillness, Thomas struggled to restrain his captive.\n\n“Shuddup an’ hold still I said! Git over here…”\n\nThe predatory duo stocked their vehicle with flattened boxes and an array of nylon and plastic straps. Thomas tried desperately to restrain the panicking bunny boy with the items available to him. It was bad enough getting tossed around and losing grip of the buck at several turns, but the screaming had both adults worried someone would hear. All it took was a concerned citizen to summon the police. Dominic kept his eyes on his mirrors, frantically searching for a police cruiser in pursuit. So far, the sleepy streets stayed clear allowing for a clean get away.\n\n“Shut that varmit up!”\n\n“I’m tryin’ but ya keep bouncing us around.”\n\nFinally, with all his bulk, the heavy raccoon tackled Jake to the floor of the van, knocking the wind out of the lapine. Grasping the thrashing buck by the upper body, Thomas pulled back and righted himself onto his bottom with the poor rabbit pressed tightly close. Next, he wrapped a long nylon cord around Jake’s forearms while keeping the buck in an uncomfortable bear-hug. Just as he successfully bound the boy’s arms, the screaming started up again. Thomas put a paw over Jake’s mouth, and cried out in pain when the frightened bunny bit the meat on one of his fingers. Furthermore, the rabbit, with his powerful hind legs, kicked against the side panels and caused both himself and his captor to fling backwards. Again, he slipped from the raccoon’s grasp.\n\n“Daw, shit! Mutha fuck…”\n\n“Tom, git him restrained quickly! We is almost on the main road now.”\n\nThrough with playing games, Thomas lunged at Jake and managed to seize one of the bunny’s ears. The downward pull brought Jake down to his side on the floor, and the grungy raccoon sat down on his hips. As the van left behind residential streets and got back onto the main road, the ride became smoother which allowed Thomas to work faster. With the plastic zap-straps, he successfully bound Jake’s legs. He also put zap-straps around the buck’s wrists, further ensuring the rabbit couldn’t fight back. Finally, he grabbed a big wad of industrial plastic wrap nearby, stuffed it into Jake’s mouth, unbuckled and removed his belt, and secured the plastic wad in a crude gag by using his belt.\n\n“Aw shit, there is the hiway! We’re gonna make it…we’re gonna be alright.” \n\nDominic again searched his mirrors to make sure no cops followed behind him. As before, his trail stayed clean. He slowed his speed down to a more reasonable, inconspicuous rate. Up ahead, he saw the exit onto the main highway leading back to the US.\n\n“Wooo! Yeah-hoo! We fuckin’ did it!”\n\n“Nice, Dom. Right on.”\n\n“Once we is outta town, I gotta pull over somewhere…somewhere quiet like, y’know.”\n\n“Yer right, Dom, we best be getting rid of all the crank in case them boarder folks search our person.”\n\n“Hopefully they don’t search the back there. We’ll set up them boxes when we pull over.”\n\n“Heh, maybe we won’t get rid of all the shit…maybe we should share with our new friend here.”\n\n“Huh huh, yeah! Anything we don’t smoke, we toss.”\n\nThe raccoon nodded in approval with the plan. He laid down on the floor next to the whimpering bunny, almost spooning with the boy. Muttering and drooling, he started running uninvited fingers through soft white bunny fur.\n\n“Mmmm, so soft…can hardly wait until the real fun begins!”\n[/color]\n\n[center]Continue by downloading .rtf file[/center]","writing_bbcode_parsed":"DISCLAIMER: Warning, this story contains extremely controversial and offensive themes. It very graphically depicts the rape of an underage anthro-rabbit boy, kidnapping, extreme violence, drug-use, profanity, and death. Do not read if any these themes offend you. This story is entirely a work of fiction and not based on any real events or real people, animals, living or dead. Please exercise discretion.
Red Text written by me, MarquisVulpes
Black text written by Benjisquirrel
Sharks Out There
When the children played happily in the school grounds, they never assumed for a second that danger could lurk within their sanctuary. It started in the school parking lot when a tall, menacing black panther and his portly raccoon companion took another hit off of their crack pipe and further infiltrated cub territory. They parked their white cargo van illegally in a spot reserved for teachers. Neither of them had children attending this school, Springwood Elementary. In fact, the Mississippi plates on the van indicated they belonged nowhere within fifteen hundred kilometres of the school.
No authority figure noticed their presence. They walked through the school grounds un-harassed, patrolling for prey. Hunger drove these two vagrants. The sights of these vulnerable children ignited a deep innate desire within them. Free access to ripe picking grounds meant these foreigners could pick and choose whatever they wanted, within reason. Reaching out and grabbing any cub would have alerted school patrols immediately. To remain behind the veil of ignorant childhood bliss, they had to strike at prey wandering too far from the herd.
The panther led his obese, undershirt wearing, denim clad ‘coon partner. They skirted the perimeter of the schoolyards, careful not to alert anyone. It was a beautiful early summer day. The school year squirmed to a close, and all the bouncing cubs diverted short attention spans away from reality. With no eyes turned to their paths, the panther and raccoon duo continued to survey.
“Oh, that there is a nice one,” the black feline remarked to his partner.
“Yeah, but that lil’ girl there sure is perrty.”
“Too bad they is so close to the school.”
“I’d scoop ‘em all up if they was all wanderin’ idiots!”
“We’ll fin’ one, Thomas. Rest assured.”
“We always do, Dominic. Huh huh huh.”
Snakey fingers ran through the chicken-wire fence at the boarder of the school grounds. Regardless of their drug-influenced gait, both Dominic and Thomas took a purposeful path through the perpetual gardens of innocence. The panther wore a moth-eaten white suit, leather boots with spurs, and a desperado style hat. He trotted forth like a camel approaching a desert oasis, and his raccoon friend lumbered close behind. At this point, they decided to cut a diagonal route across the yards. This path put them on an indirect intercept course with a young rabbit boy approaching a large oak tree, all by himself.
Following close behind his long-time friend, Thomas wasn’t quite as inebriated as the black panther, but he was still flying higher than a kite from all the pot he’d partaken of on the trip here.
This latest venture into the land of little boys and girls had been Dominic’s idea. The raccoon was perfectly content to tag along though. He had a fancy for diddling with little boys, but rarely had he ever been able to get close enough for some fun. With his buddy, however, they’d been able to snatch up cubs left and right over the last few years. Normally they’d have their fun and move on, relying on threats to keep their victims compliant, but this time Thomas wanted something different.
The rotund raccoon followed his more fit companion with a lilting gate. He may not have been as hammered as the tall feline, but he was getting distracted by figments of his imagination popping in and out of the visually enhanced landscape around him. Much as he was enjoying himself, navigation was a bitch.
On their trip through the bushes skirting the edge of the school yard, the portly raccoon was the first to spot the rabbit separating from the flock. He didn’t say anything initially until he was certain it wasn’t a hallucination, but once he was sure, he stopped suddenly and slapped Dominic’s shoulder.
“Dom, check it!” he whispered loudly. “Lil’ critter 3’oclock. Man… I fuckin’ love rabbits.”
Thomas could already feel a discomfort in his tight denim trousers as he watched the innocent little white rabbit with black-tipped ears, walking away from the school yard. He looked quite upset, but not as much as he was going to be.
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The first day back to school after a long weekend had been horrible for Jake. It started quite unceremoniously with Lyle causing trouble on the bus coming into school. As usual the woodpecker torment him with words first, laughing at every short-coming the rabbit had. After that, it got physical.
First, Lyle very nearly tripped him into a puddle, which he only narrowly avoided thanks to his friends Chris and Mitch, who immediately took up position between him and his assaulter. But they couldn’t always be around for him, so come the next encounter, alone in a hallway, Jake was greeted with a faceful of locker several times before he was shoved inside one and sealed in. That had been the most uncomfortable 20 minutes he’d ever had to endure.
Eventually a teacher let him out, but Lyle hadn’t been finished with him. When recess finally rolled around, the woodpecker went too far. While Jake played merrily with a ball he’d retrieved from the bin, Lyle had crept up behind him and pantsed him in front of his friends and several other kids.
Fortunately for the mortified buck only his shorts had made it past his knees before he could retrieve them, but it still exposed his Ducky Rogers themed underwear, which unleashed a chorus of laughter from everyone involved. Derogatory quips were blurted left and right, mostly concerning the childish nature of his interest in the cartoon and how it was for little babies.
That had been the last straw. While Jake’s friends sought revenge against the fleeing woodpecker, Jake ran away with tears in his eyes, struggling not to cry until he was well away from the ridicule. He moved quickly across the large grassy field, tugging on his shorts as he went to make sure they were well secured, and by the time he reached his final destination, he was crying out loud.
Jake dropped to his knees just shy of the old oak tree he normally sat under to draw and be alone. He was crying quite loudly now, express his grief for all the unfair punishment the bullies at this school put him through. The buck crawled over to the tree and sat down next do it, wiping his eyes as he sobbed unhappily, completely unaware of the two individuals standing nearby in the bushes.
Instantaneously, Dominic’s gaze zoned in on his partner’s fancy. Through glossy, yellow, bloodshot eyes, the panther analyzed the prey, and his eyes narrowed to fine slits. Already, he lurched up ready to pounce, and even his claws extruded. His dried tongue lapped all around his chops in a futile effort to moisten his parched maw. Pulling his senses through his mind-chemical haze, he managed to rationalize that he needed to get close to the bunny over yonder – within striking distance.
To help bring his partner back to reason, Thomas caught up with Dominic and walked close beside him. The intentions in his tainted raccoon brain brought him down from his ghanja and adulterated cocaine high. Thomas wanted this crying rabbit boy. His excitement became evident by the denim tent rising from his crotch. With such a terrible resolve in mind, he whispered his plans to the panther.
“Dang, he look so good! Real girly like, but a boy just the same. We gonna catch this one, right?”
“Oh, you better believe it! An’ y’know...I think we can keep him.”
“So, Dom, we ain’t going after no more then?”
“Naw. Naw I think he’ll do just fine. Whatta you think?”
“Huhn…Yeah. Yeah, he’s perfect. I fuckin’ want him so bad already!”
Now, with their target identified, both predators conjured their hunting tactics. Dominic scanned for a potential escape route. He was the more proficient driver, and his lighter frame meant he could wrangle the van better. Although, his physique also made him better suited for sprinting after and abducting prey compared to his tubby ‘coon friend. On the other hand, the panther very much looked like a predator. Thomas at least looked somewhat more approachable. They had this issue before when children would run away from Dominic screaming. Lucky for the panther, he always managed to chase down his victims, but that was only when he went after one kid in a given area. The raccoon can and has gotten close kids before grabbing them. Plus, he had a way with calming crying children even as he violated them.
“I think you need to take this one, Tom. Real quite like. We don’t want him runnin’ back and causin’ a kiddie stampede.”
“Don’t you worry none. I’ll git ‘im.”
“Countin’ on ya, brother. I’ll get the van, drive up that alley way over yonder, and wait for you.”
“Gotcha. Let’s do this!”
The black panther headed, at times uneasily, back to the school parking lot. Meanwhile, the raccoon continued his approach, very casually, to the unsuspecting buck by the tree.
Thomas had gotten close enough to hear the little boy’s stifled sobbing as he hugged his knees to his chest in front of the tree. The sound of a crying cub was music to his ears, but if he had any hope of coaxing this little buck into his arms, he’d have to play it sooth.
Although not looking a pretty picture with his stained wife-beater shirt and scuffed denims slacks, the raccoon was very good at putting on an outward appearance of false concern; at least when he wasn’t high. Even now he was still struggling to stand upright without swaying. A few minutes had to be taken so Thomas could correct his posture and clean up his outward image. If he wasn’t careful, the kid would run away the second he saw him.
By the time he was ready, he peeked around the tree to see Jake was still seated at the base of the tree. His crying had died down to sniffling as the little eight-year-old rabbit pored over a sketchbook sitting in his lap. Drawing always helped the cub to feel better, but he still couldn’t help thinking about what had just transpired.
He was well into his activity, shuddering with contained sobs when he heard someone approaching behind him.
Whatcha drawin’ there, kid?” Thomas asked nicely, keeping his distance for now.
Jake jumped and turned around sharply, shifting position to distance himself a little from the sudden intruder into his private zone. He spied the raccoon warily as he stood there looking casual with his paws in his pockets. Aside from looking a little zoned out, the adult didn’t seem all that threatening. In fact the ‘coon was smiling and looking worried.
“Shhh-shhh, it’s alright, son, nobody gonna hurtcha,” the raccoon reassured, muttering in the back of his mind “yet, anyway, heheheh…”.
“W-who are you?” Jake asked quietly, sliding back a little further to sit himself upright.
“Name’s uh… Carson,” Thomas lied, a usual tactic to keep cubs from tattling on him when they were let go; there wouldn’t be such a scenario this time, but he still liked the idea of feeding the cub false information. “Was just passin’ by an’ I heard yeh cryin’? Somethin’ wrong?”
“N-no, I mean…” Jake mumbled, clutching his sketchbook to his chest. “I was just…”
“A bully, right?”
“W-what?” Jake squeaked. “No, no, it was—”
Thomas chuckled lightly, wobbling a little as he stood, trying to conceal his uncertain posture and he dark intentions for the boy. He could already tell this cub was a keeper. He’d never seen a bunny so off-put by his manufactured demeanor.
“It’s a’ight son, I can tell. I won’t tell no one, kay? Wanna tell me wut happened?”
Jake lowered his gaze in defeat. “It was… he-he pulled my shorts down… in f-front of everyone.”
Who did?” Thomas inquired, even though he didn’t really care; all he could think about was the mental image of this kid having his drawers removed against his will; he would have fun messing with the cub’s sensitive nature.
“Lyle… h-he’s a woodpecker an’… he picks on me every day,” the cub whimpered, tears filling his eyes again.
“Oooh, now, now, now, keep them tears inside, lad,” Thomas said coming a little closer and kneeling down.
When the raccoon came closer Jake immediately slid back several feet, still wary of the older man. He had a good reason, though, and he really shouldn’t have let it get this far, but he really wanted a shoulder to cry on.
“I-I’m not s’posed to talk to strangers,” Jake explained quietly, clutching his sketchbook tightly.
Damn, this kid had been taught about stranger-danger. And more importantly, actually implemented what he’d learned. It was a stumbling block, but if Thomas timed it right, he’d still be able to snatch the kid up without drawing any attention.
“A’ight, a’ight, I respect that, kid. We cin keep it simple. Y’got a name? Yeh already know mine, so I reckon it’s only fair,” he said, testing the cub.
The boy looked down in thought, considering it for a moment. Carson had already given his name in introduction, and Jake had been rude by not offering his own name, but at the same time, he wasn’t supposed to talk to people he didn’t know, especially adults. That was his parents’ golden rule. That was only for scary looking people though, right? Carson didn’t look mean or dangerous. A little grungy maybe, a bit like a hobo, but his eyes gleamed with kindness.
“J-Jake. My name’s Jake,” he answered nervously.
“Jake, huh? Well, it’s a pleasure to meet’cha, Jake,” Thomas said with a slight slur as he held out a paw to shake.
The raccoon watched as Jake stared at his outstretched paw. He could imagine the cub’s inner process of deciding whether it was safe or not. All it would take was one minor miscalculation and the bunny would be his. And it came sooner that Thomas expected. Jake’s paw slowly lifted to accept the paw-shake, but just as they were both about to make contact, the school-bell rang.
The cub jerked his head to the side, looking relieved by the excuse to vacate the area, but Thomas suddenly panicked. If he didn’t act now he’d lose his chance. Before Jake could retract his arm, the raccoon lurched forward and grabbed it, taking the rabbit by surpise as he was thrust into the grown-ups chest.
What are you—let me go! HELP!” Jake shrieked before Thomas could clamp a paw over his muzzle.
His prize immediately twisted and flailed in terror, screaming into his captor’s paw as Thomas hoisted the boy up off his feet. The raccoon looked around panic-stricken, holding a struggling bunny cub against his chest as he searched for his companion’s vehicle.
It took Thomas a few seconds to spot the alley Dominic had pointed out earlier before he jerked around and bolted with his captive still kicking and flailing. Jake had dropped his sketchbook in the process, but the raccoon was in too much of a hurry to snatch up the evidence. He had to hurry before the sounds of struggle drew unwanted eyes.
Dominic hurried back to the van as quickly as his shaky legs would allow. Just as he arrived, though, an adult came out of the school and approached him.
“You there! What are you doing here?”
The inquiry sobered the panther up instantly and gave him the oomph to get behind the wheel like an eagle strike. He ignited the engine, put the van in gear, and sped off with his claws firmly gripped on the steering well. The adult had an unwelcomed shower of gravel, thus eliminating the chance of him noticing the van’s foreign plates. Dominic raced out of the parking lot and into the alleyway alongside the school grounds. Completely out of his previous high, he drove deliberately and with total competence.
In a matter of seconds, he reached the part of the dirt road directly perpendicular to the oak tree where Jake was spotted. He was surprisingly precise in bringing the van to a sudden halt at the right point. This gave Thomas the shortest possible amount of distance between himself and his getaway. Additionally, the rising dust cloud clearly signalled to him where to find his partner. Dominic hopped out, engine still running, and threw open the rear doors.
“C’mon, c’mon!!!” He urged his raccoon partner who ran to the vehicle with their prize in hand.
Thomas’s progress occasionally became stifled. The thrashing rabbit very nearly got away more than once, and even got his feet onto the ground for a moment. Each time, the fat predator had to stop to again restrain and readjust the buck in his arms. Screaming, Jake made it unmistakable he would not allow himself to be taken easily. His bucking legs were just about enough to throw out Thomas’s back.
“Hold still, lil’ critter!”
Dominic just about rushed to aid Thomas. The raccoon’s slow escape from the scene of the crime put precious minutes against the duo. Both of them risked seeing their hunt go down in flames. Lucky for both of them, the portly procyonid practically threw himself in the back of the van. His panther partner quickly slammed the doors behind him and flew back into the driver’s seat. After a fireworks display of flying gravel, the white van chewed its way through the alley.
Present in an unfamiliar town, Dominic didn’t have any clear idea where to drive. He just knew he had to somehow get back on the highway. The alley exited onto a residential road, and the panther drove at an illegal speed through the neighbourhood.
“Don’t ya know where yer goin’ there, Dom!”
“I ain’t been to this crazy canuck town before. Shit, these here roads gotta get back to the hiway somehow.”
Abrupt turns sent Thomas and Jake bouncing through the cargo space as though both of them got put into an industrial washing machine. Without the luxury of stillness, Thomas struggled to restrain his captive.
“Shuddup an’ hold still I said! Git over here…”
The predatory duo stocked their vehicle with flattened boxes and an array of nylon and plastic straps. Thomas tried desperately to restrain the panicking bunny boy with the items available to him. It was bad enough getting tossed around and losing grip of the buck at several turns, but the screaming had both adults worried someone would hear. All it took was a concerned citizen to summon the police. Dominic kept his eyes on his mirrors, frantically searching for a police cruiser in pursuit. So far, the sleepy streets stayed clear allowing for a clean get away.
“Shut that varmit up!”
“I’m tryin’ but ya keep bouncing us around.”
Finally, with all his bulk, the heavy raccoon tackled Jake to the floor of the van, knocking the wind out of the lapine. Grasping the thrashing buck by the upper body, Thomas pulled back and righted himself onto his bottom with the poor rabbit pressed tightly close. Next, he wrapped a long nylon cord around Jake’s forearms while keeping the buck in an uncomfortable bear-hug. Just as he successfully bound the boy’s arms, the screaming started up again. Thomas put a paw over Jake’s mouth, and cried out in pain when the frightened bunny bit the meat on one of his fingers. Furthermore, the rabbit, with his powerful hind legs, kicked against the side panels and caused both himself and his captor to fling backwards. Again, he slipped from the raccoon’s grasp.
“Daw, shit! Mutha fuck…”
“Tom, git him restrained quickly! We is almost on the main road now.”
Through with playing games, Thomas lunged at Jake and managed to seize one of the bunny’s ears. The downward pull brought Jake down to his side on the floor, and the grungy raccoon sat down on his hips. As the van left behind residential streets and got back onto the main road, the ride became smoother which allowed Thomas to work faster. With the plastic zap-straps, he successfully bound Jake’s legs. He also put zap-straps around the buck’s wrists, further ensuring the rabbit couldn’t fight back. Finally, he grabbed a big wad of industrial plastic wrap nearby, stuffed it into Jake’s mouth, unbuckled and removed his belt, and secured the plastic wad in a crude gag by using his belt.
“Aw shit, there is the hiway! We’re gonna make it…we’re gonna be alright.”
Dominic again searched his mirrors to make sure no cops followed behind him. As before, his trail stayed clean. He slowed his speed down to a more reasonable, inconspicuous rate. Up ahead, he saw the exit onto the main highway leading back to the US.
“Wooo! Yeah-hoo! We fuckin’ did it!”
“Nice, Dom. Right on.”
“Once we is outta town, I gotta pull over somewhere…somewhere quiet like, y’know.”
“Yer right, Dom, we best be getting rid of all the crank in case them boarder folks search our person.”
“Hopefully they don’t search the back there. We’ll set up them boxes when we pull over.”
“Heh, maybe we won’t get rid of all the shit…maybe we should share with our new friend here.”
“Huh huh, yeah! Anything we don’t smoke, we toss.”
The raccoon nodded in approval with the plan. He laid down on the floor next to the whimpering bunny, almost spooning with the boy. Muttering and drooling, he started running uninvited fingers through soft white bunny fur.
“Mmmm, so soft…can hardly wait until the real fun begins!”
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