The school bell rang, announcing the end of the school day and prompting a stampede of anxious children, desperate to get out of the building to meet their parents and return to the quiet of their homes.

Two friends ran together into the parking lot, a bat and a cougar no more than twelve years old. The boys had been friends for several years, the day before the cougar had spent the whole day at the chiropteran's house playing video games, and today they had been talking about what they were going to do today, again at the bat's house.

"Does your butt still hurt?" asked the chiropteran.

"Yeah... those new chairs my dad bought are torture," the feline replied, rubbing his buttocks.

"Admit it, you want to go to my house to sit on the cushion in my room," scoffed the other boy.

"You got me!" said the cougar, laughing as he walked alongside his friend.

When they arrived at the parking lot, the cougar's father was waiting by his car, just a few feet away from the kids, while the bat's mother was waiting at the other end of the lot.

"Good afternoon, kids!" greeted the adult, as he opened his car door.

"H-hello daddy," replied the little feline.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Gomez," greeted the bat.

"Good to see you, Conrad. Has my son been good today?" asked the cougar's father.

"The usual, sir, armed assault, arson, destruction of public property," the boy jokingly replied.

"Perfect, as long as there are no murders we're fine," the cougar continued the joke.

"Dad...can I go play at Conrad's?" asked the little feline.

"No, son, you already went yesterday. Besides, you have things to do at home," replied the adult.

"My mother doesn't mind, in fact she adores Jules," said the bat, trying to support his friend.

"I know, Conrad, but your friend has obligations at home that he's been putting off for two days," the cougar explained.

"You reap what you sow, Jules. See you tomorrow!" said the bat, said goodbye to the two felines and ran to where his mother was waiting for him.

The two cougars climbed into the car, put on their seat belts, and the adult started the engine. 

"Dad, what do I have to do at home?" asked Jules.

"Nothing, son, but you already went to your friend's house yesterday. I don't want you spending it bothering that family," replied the father.

"I'm not bothering, Dad! Besides, you heard Conrad, his mother loves me," the boy protested.

"I know, but you also have to keep in mind that when there is a guest in the house, you have to change the plans you have to attend to them, leaving aside other things you would want or should do," the adult explained. 

"Well..." grumbled the boy, lowering his shoulders.

"On the weekend you can go again, you could even have a sleepover like last month," the cougar offered.

"That's great, thanks dad!" exclaimed Jules enthusiastically.

When the two felines arrived home, the boy got out of the car but his father stayed, catching the little cougar's attention.

"Are you leaving, Dad?" asked Jules, concerned.

"Yes, son. I have a fishing trip with some friends, we'll be back at the weekend," the adult explained.

"B-But..." stammered the little cougar.

"Don't worry, Jules. Your two brothers are at home, they'll take good care of you," assured the father.

"Bye, Dad..." whispered the little boy, his eyes to the ground and his shoulders slumped.

"Take it easy, Jules, it'll just be a couple of days. Bye, son, I love you!" said the adult before backing his car up and disappearing down the street.

Jules walked towards the door of his home, as if he were condemned to hang, and stopped before resting his hand on the doorknob. The boy didn't want to go in, he knew what would happen.

Before the boy could think any further, the door to the house opened. In front of the little cougar, stood another male of the same species, a couple of heads taller, with slightly duller fur, a sharp look, and a subdued smile on his muzzle. The teenager grabbed his younger brother by the wrist and pulled, forcing him into the house and closing the door behind him.

"Welcome home, Jules, we're going to have a brothers' week!" exclaimed the cougar.

"Simon... Can I go out and play with my friends?" asked the boy.

At that moment, another cougar, much larger than Jules' father, dressed only in shorts, with red hair and fur on the rest of his body just as dull as Simon, came down the stairs quietly and without taking his eyes off the little cougar.

"Dad's gone already?" growled the huge feline.

"Yes! And he left our little baby brother for us to take care of until he comes back," Simon replied.

The third cougar nodded as the teenager answered his question and, without another word, the huge feline grabbed Jules by the hand and began dragging him up the stairs.

"N-No! Rowan, I don't want to!" cried the little cougar, yanking the other way, trying to break free.

The young adult ignored the screams and simply kept walking toward the boy's room, with his brother in tow. Without much finesse, the huge brute threw his brother onto his bed and slammed the bedroom door shut.

"Take off your clothes," the big feline ordered.

Jules looked fearfully at his big brother as a couple of tears ran down his cheeks. The other male kept his expression cold as he pulled down his shorts and underwear, exposing his thick feline sheath that was connected to a pair of huge, swollen balls that hung between his legs.

"Take off your clothes and get into the position Julia used," the cougar repeated, approaching his little brother.

The boy swallowed saliva and hurried to obey. The Gomez's were, a few years ago, a family of six: dad, mom, a daughter, and three brothers, until a fierce marital dispute, of which the children were unaware, caused the mother to leave home, and that's when the problems began. Mr. Gomez began to be absent from home more often to hang out with certain groups of friends that no one knew about, Simon joined a far-right political party that vindicated horrible state crimes of earlier times and harassed immigrants, little Jules was completely neglected and bounced between friends' houses to feel close to a family, Rowan began raping his sister Julia every night and became completely indifferent to the rest of his family, the Gomez daughter had to endure her brother's perversions for two years until she got the courage to escape and never returned home.

The huge feline climbed onto the bed and settled behind his younger brother, who was now naked and on all fours awaiting his fate.

Julia had escaped three months ago and Rowan, noticing the similarity between his little brother's fur and his sister's, decided to take young Jules as a substitute. Furthermore, Simon, upon knowing what was going on, and driven by a newfound pleasure in the suffering of others, also began to abuse his little brother.

"AAAH! NOOO!" cried Jules in agony as he felt for the first time that day the thick, thorn-covered penis of his huge big brother. 

Rowan simply held his brother down and thrust his hips, completely ignoring the boy's screams of pain. With Julia it had been the same the first year: screams, pain, blood, fear, for the eldest son of the Gomez all this was a normal situation and the suffering it caused was indifferent to him. Nor did he express any kind of happiness or delight with the act, for Rowan, raping his sister and now his brother, were nothing more than a daily ritual that had to be done, even if they resisted, even if they tried to hide, the big cougar always deposited his seed in the bowels of his partner.

"Stop it, please, you're hurting me!" The little feline cried again in desperation, feeling the unbearable pain and burning in his anus every time his brother thrust that cruel feline barb in and out of his body.

The big feline didn't listen, he never listened, he just did. And less than ten minutes later, Rowan detached himself from his younger brother, who was sobbing with his face sunk into his pillow, got dressed again without bothering to dry his flaccid penis completely bathed in his own semen, and left the room without a word.

Jules lay still, sprawled on the bed, face down and with his legs apart as his brother had left him, breathing faintly as he enjoyed the comforting solitude and silence after having gone through the recurring hell he could never get used to.

A few minutes later, the door to the little feline's room opened again, ushering in Simon and another male, a rat of the same height and age as the teenager. They both approached the boy, to observe in detail.

"Fuck...Is he really your brother?" muttered the rat upon seeing the deplorable state the little feline had been left in.

"Of course it's my brother," confirmed Simon, enjoying how the boy's abused anus looked.

"I don't know...it looks pretty used," the rodent hesitated as he grabbed Jules' asshole, stretched it a bit and watched as a thick stream of cum slowly trickled out of the reddened, gaping hole.

"What did you expect for fifty bucks? Do you want it or not?" asked the teenage cougar, as he sat down on a chair a short distance from the bed and loosened the belt on his pants.

The rat shrugged and dropped his pants, climbing onto the bed and settling in to penetrate the little feline.

"If you get me three more customers I'll let you have a special price of ten dollars for a whole month," assured Simon, who already had his penis completely out of its sheath and his hand moistened with precum.

The rodent upon hearing this licked his lips, settled his long, pointed penis at poor Jules' rear entrance and began to enjoy the service he had paid for.