He stood at the door to the coach’s office, a pit deep in his stomach. It was all that annoying beaver’s fault. If he wasn’t such an obnoxious prick, Ash wouldn’t have hauled off and punched him. Now here he was, being called into Coach Skip’s office once again.

The door opened before he could even step forward, the tall otter staring down at him. “Oh. I was just coming to get you. Come in.” He said, ushering the young fox inside. Ash stepped in, the coach shutting the door behind him. He heard the click of the lock, a bad sign. He was in really big trouble.

“I can’t keep doing this, Ash.” Coach Skip began. “I don’t want to kick you off the team, but you’re constantly getting into fights and arguing with everyone. You need to be a team player, the game isn’t all about you.” 

Ash’s ear twitched and he bit his lip to keep himself from snarling. They push him around and hurl all kinds of insults at him and he’s the one in the wrong!? “Please don’t kick me off, Coach.” Ash pleaded. “I’m trying to be a team player, but it’s not my fault! They all keep acting like I’m some weird freak.”

“Ash, you punched Barry in the nose. He had to go to the nurse. You should have come to me instead of lashing out.”

“But-”

He held up his hand to silence Ash. “You know the drill. Drop the pants, bend over the desk.” He said, picking up a light whack-bat paddle meant for younger players. Ash gulped and did as he was instructed, pulling his pants down just past his buttocks and leaning on the coach’s wooden desk as he walked up behind him.

“Tail.”

Ash grunted and lifted his tail out of the way.

Smack.

Ash yelped when he felt the thin plank of wood hit his rear. It didn’t matter how many times he was spanked, it never hurt any less. At least his fur cushioned the blow at least a little bit.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Ash’s lips curled in a silent snarl, his eyes squinted shut. The pain stung like electricity, then burned like he’d sat on hot coals.

Smack.

“Now. Are you going to behave yourself at practice?” Coach Skip asked. Ash was silent. He didn’t like making promises he couldn’t keep. It just meant he’d get spanked harder next time.

Smack.

“Owch…Fine. Yes, sir. I’ll behave.” Ash said.

“Good.” Coach Skip tossed the whack-bat away, it landing on the floor with a clatter. “You know I don’t like doing this, Ash.” Skip said, sighing. “I wish you’d behave better so I didn’t have to. It must hurt a lot, huh? I’m sorry, kiddo.” Ash felt a large hand brush against his stinging buttocks, a sudden rush of fear and anger bubbling up inside him. He knew what was coming.

“C-Coach…” Ash began, but the otter shushed him, a sound that made the fur on the back of his neck prickle.

“You know what to do now. Go put ‘it’ on.”

~

Ash felt the pit in his stomach grow, his face burn. He stood in front of Coach Skip wearing the outfit the otter got for him. It was a pair of long, tight stockings and a tight schoolgirl uniform. The skirt didn’t do anything to hide the embarrassing pink panties the coach made him wear. Coach Skip looked him up and down, his scarlet eyes examining every little detail. His lips curled into a smile. He lifted a finger and beckoned Ash over. He hesitated. Every cell in his body wanted to turn around and run out of the office. He didn’t want to do this, not again.

But Coach Skip didn’t give him any choice. He had to obey. Or else…

“What’s the matter, Ash?” Skip asked, his voice deceptively sweet. He looked like any other teacher, sitting in his oak chair. Completely dissonant to his intentions. “Do you not like that nice outfit? I spent a pretty penny on it, you know. Wasn’t easy to smuggle in here, either.”

“N-no, it’s not that, Coach…I-I like the uniform.” He lied. “I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong.” Ash stepped forward, standing in front of his coach.

“I’m glad you like it. It looks so good on you, you know.” Skip said. He leaned forward, his closeness sending sparks of fear through Ash. Skip reached out and put his hands on his thighs, sliding slowly up to the hem of his panties and back down to his knees. He could feel his large hands grope his soft, small thighs. He was sure the coach could feel him shaking. “Are you going to be a good girl for me today?”

Ash swallowed and nodded. “…mhmm…”

“I didn’t hear you, darling.” Skip said, using that name Ash hated so cussing much.

“Yes…I’ll be a good girl.” Ash said.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Skip said. His hands finally left his thighs alone, but had instead gone up to his shoulders. It was a gentle massage, but it felt so uncomfortable that Ash wanted to wriggle out of his skin. His fur prickled as those hands made their way down to his chest. “You’re always such a good girl for me.” Skip slowly began to unbutton the shirt, revealing Ash’s chest and belly. He shivered when he felt Skip begin kissing and licking his chest, digging through his fur to find his sensitive nipples. He stifled a whine when he found one. His hot, wet tongue on the little fleshy knob felt so gross and so good at the same time. He squeezed his eyes shut and pretended not to hear the coach sniffing him.

“You missed me, didn’t you? When you couldn’t come to practice because of the move? I certainly missed you.”

“Yeah…I missed you a lot…” It wasn’t technically a lie. He missed whack-bat practice. He also missed Skip’s coaching. He didn’t miss this, though. Not a single bit. He didn’t miss the uncomfortable touches. The licking. The embarrassing outfits. The way Skip made him talk. And he certainly didn’t miss-

“You missed your little friend down here too, yeah?” Skip made Ash touch his groin, feeling the bulge there that was slowly growing. “He’s been real lonely without you.”

Ash fought the urge to squeeze as hard as he could. To rip off that thing he hated so much instead of gently rubbing it like he did. “Y-yeah, I…missed him too…”

“Aw, you just made him happy.” Skip said. “I think you should give him a kiss.”

Ash looked up at Skip, as if pleading not to make him do it. It didn’t work, of course. It never worked. When that was made clear to him, Ash slowly got down on his knees while Skip unzipped his beige shorts, pulling them down to reveal Ash’s ‘friend.’ It was already standing hard and erect, ready to violate him in ways he wished he didn’t know.

He gave Skip one last pleading look, daring to whisper to him, “Please don’t make me…”

“Now, now, Ash. Don’t hurt his feelings. He’s missed you a lot.” Skip said. He scooted forward in his chair and spread his legs. He grabbed Ash’s head and pulled him toward it, the tip resting on his nose. He could smell the thick, husky scent of otter musk. He wished it didn’t excite him. “Go on. You know what to do.”

Ash whined and clenched his fists. He reluctantly kissed the tip, making it throb in response. That kiss turned to a lick, Ash’s tongue slicking across the shaft. It tasted salty and bitter. Ash had to fight to keep his muzzle from scrunching up. He didn’t want to get hit again. He just needed to stay on Skip’s good side. If he misbehaved or made him angry, it would get a lot worse.

“There ya go. You like the taste? Tell me how much you like it.” Skip said, leering down at Ash like a predator staring down its prey.

“I…I l-love it. Y-your dick tastes really…good today.” Ash wanted to bite off his tongue with every word. It made him sick, saying such things. What made it even worse was the wicked smile Skip wore that send chills down Ash’s spine.

“If you like it that much, then maybe you should have some more.” Skip said, his voice seeming colder. His tone hadn’t changed, but there was a sinister meaning behind his words. He gripped the base of his penis and moved the tip against Ash’s lips. “Go ahead, darling. Open that mouth and get to work.”

Ash could feel his eyes watering up as he parted his lips, allowing Skip to slide it into his maw. The taste coated his tongue and the scent filled his nose as his jaw opened wider to fit the thick rod that slowly invaded his muzzle. He curled his lips a bit to cover his teeth, afraid of what would happen if Skip felt them. Ash could hear a low moan from above him. Skip enjoyed violating him so much. Ash hated it. He hated the sickening and shamefully arousing feeling it gave him. His stomach turned while his abdomen flared with heat. Logic and instinct began their routine battle. He could feel the tip against the back of his throat, and he was only halfway down.

He took a deep breath through his nose, trying to ignore the nauseating yet wonderful scent that made his head swim, then slowly pulled his head back. The hot, throbbing member slid across his tongue and the roof of his mouth, eliciting another low moan that rumbled within Ash. When he got back to the tip, he went back down again, back to the halfway point. Then back up. Then down. Up. Down. The tears in his eyes began to run down his cheeks, matting his fur. 

He felt Skip’s hand on the back of his head and his eyes went wide. No. He wasn’t ready!
Before he could do anything, Skip pushed him deep, forcing more of his penis into Ash’s mouth. It slid down his throat, choking him. He couldn’t even gag from how thick it was. His nose was shoved into the thick fur of his groin, his nostrils overflowing with musk. His vision blurred, stars appearing in the corners of his eyes. He was held there for two seconds. Three. Four. Five. He couldn’t breathe. His head was spinning. His arms came up to try and push himself off, but Skip held him down. Seven seconds. Eight. Nine…Ten…

“Hhhhurrrghh…koff, koff, koff…hack, koff…” Ash gasped and coughed when Skip finally let him go. He gulped in the oxygen he’d been denied now that his throat was empty. Tears, sweat, and drool dropped onto the floor below him.
He wanted to vomit. To throw up and hope that the acid from his stomach could clean the filthy feeling that Skip left.

“That was your longest time yet, darling. Good job.” Skip said. Ash looked up. He saw Skip smiling at him. He saw his penis, glistening with his own spit. “Stand up.”

Ash wobbled to his feet, feeling lightheaded from before. His breath was uneasy and jagged. He was trying to keep himself from sobbing. He wanted a break, some time to just curl up before he had to do anything else.
But Skip wasn’t that kind.

Instead, the otter got up from his chair and knelt down, lifting up the skirt Ash was wearing. Ash looked away in shame as Skip lecherously gazed at his bulging underwear.

He laughed. It was a low, quiet laugh that made Ash shake. “Look at that. You’re all misty-eyed and you’re harder than I am.” He pointed out. Ash felt so ashamed of himself. He hated everything about this, so why was he hard? His instincts betrayed him, the carnal need for sex winning out over the need for safety.

Skip grabbed the hem of the soft panties and pulled them down, exposing Ash’s shame. Ash absentmindedly lifted his legs to step out of them, his gut filling up with dread for what was next. Skip lifted the panties to his nose and took a long, deep sniff. His eyes rolled back, Ash’s scent seeming to please him more than anything. Ash didn’t know whether to be flattered or sickened. He hated that he didn’t know.

“Desk.” Skip said through huffed breaths, the panties still pressed to his nose. “Now.”

Ash obeyed, walking the short distance to the desk. His legs were shaking, his heart was pounding. He wanted to run away. Run fast and run far. But he was trapped. His feet felt like concrete, and his head was still swimming. He bent over the desk, holding on to the far side tight as he waited for Skip to do as he pleased.

He felt two large, rough hands grab his buttocks, spreading them. The heat of Skip’s breath ghosted over his backside. Then he felt the warm slickness of a tongue on the back of his balls, sending a sudden shock of unwanted pleasure. The tongue slid up his perineum to his entrance, where it traced the puckered hole once, twice, and three times before entering it. Ash huffed and whimpered while Skip played with his rear.

After some time, he felt the warmth leave and heard movement behind him. He heard the click of a cap opening. The slick sounds of a slippery substance rubbed on skin. He then felt that same substance on himself, the icy cold stuff rubbed onto his entrance and pushed into him with a finger that left as quickly as it came.

“Turn around.”

The command came in a tense voice. Ash was shaking like a leaf, but he managed to push himself up and turn toward Skip, who loomed above him completely naked. He was drooling slightly.

“Strip.”

Ash jumped slightly at the command. He looked down and slowly pulled the uniform off his body. The shirt slid off his arms, the skirt dropped to the floor. The stockings slid off his feet smoothly. As soon as the second stocking was pulled off and he was fully nude, Skip pushed him back onto the desk. He let out a shocked scream, cut short when he saw that crazed lust in Skip’s eyes.

“You look so lovely, Ash.” Skip said in a gravelly voice. “I only cuss the prettiest girls, you know. You should feel honored.”

“I…I…I-I am…H-honored…” Ash spoke, even though he was trying not to cry.

“You want it, don’t you? Want me to stick it inside?”

“Y-yes…”

“Yes, what?”

Ash squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away. “Y-yes, I want you…to put it inside…” Ash took a shaky breath. “F-fill my…t-tight little hole up…and g-give me…your…y-your cubs…” His throat tightened. He couldn’t believe he said such nasty things. He wanted to just die, right there and then.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Ash’s shaky breaths turned to a sharp gasp when he felt Skip enter him. He tried to relax, to keep from clenching and angering him. The pinch from the initial entrance only worsened as he forced more of his penis inside, invading and violating Ash. Soon it was all inside. Ash felt impossibly full, the pain from the entrance beginning to numb into the pleasure he hated. He felt Skip pull out, the motion carrying with it a wave of heat that Ash didn’t want. With a grunt from above, he pushed back in, that fullness returning in full force.
Ash didn’t dare look at the otter, afraid of what he would see. He just kept his eyes shut and waited while Skip raped him. He started off slow, but he didn’t take long to speed up. The force of his thrusts pushed him back and forth on the desk, making it creak.

“Cuss, you’re tight today…” Skip groaned from above him. “And behaving so good, too. I’m so lucky to have a good girl like you.” Ash didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want to hear the words being spoken to him, but his senses were all so overwhelmed that nothing could be ignored. The feeling of Skip’s penis thrusting in and out of him. The sick wet sounds that it made. The scent of sex and sweat that filled the room. The taste of Skip that lingered on his tongue. The sight of his smile behind the penis that invaded him that wouldn’t leave his mind. None of it could be ignored.

“Tell me who you belong to.” Skip growled.

“…You.” Ash moaned. He’d only then realized he’d been moaning the entire time, shame overcoming him.

“That’s right. You belong to me. You are my mate. Say it. Say you’re my mate.” Skip growled, his thrust becoming faster.

“I-I’m…I’m…I’m your…m-ma…ma…”

All of a sudden, Ash’s feelings overflowed and he screamed. “No!! No, I’m not!! Let me go!! I don’t want this!! Stop it! Stop it!!” He wailed, his legs kicking and arms flailing. He opened his eyes to glare at Skip, only to see a split second of a white fist before his vision flashed, pain erupting from his muzzle. Before he could recover, he was thrown from the desk against the wall, crumpling to the floor in a pathetic heap. He sobbed hard, unable to keep silent any longer.

“Teach you to cussing behave…” Skip growled, his footsteps thudding closer. Ash tried to scramble away, screaming his head off. His screaming was quickly silenced by the wadded-up panties shoved into his mouth. His arms were held behind his back and tied up, his legs locked under the weight of the otter.

Ash’s muffled screams and cries were now useless, and no matter how hard he struggled he couldn’t escape. He didn’t even get a chance to recover before his rear was once again invaded by Skip’s hard member. His thrusts were now brutally hard, all pleasure now replaced with pain.

“You cussing cuss! I’ll teach you not to cuss with me! I’ll cussing keep you here! I’ll make you disappear! I’ll cussing rape you every cussing day if I have to!” Skip angrily shouted, showing a darker side that Ash had never seen before. He tried to scream as hard as he could, but it was useless.

Suddenly, the door to the office crashed open, splinters of wood falling to the ground as a tall figure ran inside. Ash looked up, afraid of what could possibly happen now. He saw a familiar figure, a familiar blue shirt through blurred vision. His eyes widened.

“Ash!!” Kristofferson’s voice cut through the darkness like a ray of light from heaven. Skip pulled out of him and stood, holding his hands up.

“Wh-what the hell are you-” The otter didn’t even have time to think before Kristofferson’s foot came up and smashed his muzzle. Kristofferson attacked him with a flurry of punches and kicks, knocking all the breath out of the large otter. His kicks had broken his nose and chipped one of his teeth as well. In a swift motion, Kristofferson threw the coach over his shoulder and onto the ground. The tall fox dove down and locked Skip in a choke hold, squeezing with all his might. Skip tried to get up, but he was too winded and in pain to use his full strength. In seconds, his body went limp. He was completely out cold.

Kristofferson ran over to Ash, horrified by the state of his cousin. He knelt down to undo the jump rope that tied his arms together. He pulled the wadded underwear that had been stuffed into his mouth, a series of sobs and coughs following it.
“Hey, hey, shhhh, it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here, I’m here, you’re safe.” Kristofferson rubbed Ash’s back gently, tenderly caring for him. “Take deep breaths, Ash, deep breaths…You’re safe now, just breathe…”

Ash took deep breaths, focusing on Kristofferson’s soothing voice. He held himself tight and shook as he regained his breath. He looked to his cousin, blurry through his teary eyes.
“Kri…Kristofferson…” He sobbed. “He…He…”

He fell into his cousin, holding him and crying as he told Kristofferson everything that happened. Kristofferson listened and tenderly stroked his back.

“Oh, Ash…I’m so sorry…Don’t worry, he’s not going to hurt you again. I’ll tell the principal and Uncle Foxy-”

“No!” Ash screamed, startling Kristofferson. Ash looked up at him and shook his head. “No! No! If you do, he’ll…He’ll…”

“He’ll what?”

Ash looked down, covering his face with his hands. “He’ll…show the pictures to everyone…”

Kristofferson looked toward the desk and got up to dig through it. He found a binder hidden inside and opened it. Inside it were a bunch of photos of Ash. The very first one was of Ash and another boy kissing somewhere. It looked like the back of the boy’s changing room. The others were all of Ash either posing in revealing outfits or outright naked or of Skip raping him.

“I see…” Kristofferson understood immediately. “He blackmailed you. You don’t want people to know you kissed this boy, so he made you…”

Ash nodded. “He said he’d kick me off the team if I stopped, too…Then he took more pictures…And I couldn’t stop…I…I just…”

“That sick cuss…” Kristofferson growled. He glared at the unconscious coach. He gathered up a number of pictures, then placed the binder wide open on the desk.

Ash looked up to see Kristofferson holding the photos. “K-Kristofferson, no-!”

“Shhhhh, don’t worry.” Kristofferson said. He held up a box of whack-bat matches. “Look, see? Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll burn the picture of you and that boy and the ones of you alone. The rest can be used as evidence against him.” He said. “Does that sound okay?”

Ash glanced at the photos in his hand, then at the matches. “…Do it.”

Kristofferson nodded and tossed the pictures in the garbage bin, then lit them with one of the matches. As they burned, Kristofferson knelt by Ash again and wrapped him in a white towel. It was the same one Ash wore as a cape.

Kristofferson saw he noticed and gave him a smile. “I saw it with your clothes in the dressing room and got worried. Then I heard you screaming and followed that.” Ash pulled the towel tight around himself, using it to wipe some of his tears away. Kristofferson wrapped him in a tender hug. “It’s okay, Ash. Everything’s going to be okay. It’s all over now.” Ash wished it could be. He truly did. He ashamedly looked down at his own penis, still hard and throbbing. His instincts hadn’t let up, and they wouldn’t for a very long time. Skip would torture him with that fact, making him beg the coach to satisfy him. Kristofferson followed his gaze.

“I…I can’t go there like this…” Ash said. He didn’t want to ask, but… “Can you…You know…Help…?”

“Are you sure?” Kristofferson asked softly. Ash just nodded. “Okay. I understand. Let me just tie him up and we’ll go to the showers, okay?”

~

The two foxes sat in the school’s showers, alone and safe.

“You sure you want to do this? I don’t want to hurt you.” Kristofferson said carefully.

“I-I’m sure. Please. I just…I don’t want them to see…” Ash said weakly.

“Okay.” Kristofferson moved closer, slowly so he didn’t freak Ash out. “What would you like me to do?” Ash looked at him, confused as to what he meant. “I don’t want to control you, Ash. Not after this. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

Ash gulped and looked down at himself. “…Your hand. Just use your hand…please. I don’t want to do anything else…”

“Okay.” Kristofferson said. He reached down. “I’m going to grab it now, okay? Just relax and don’t panic.” He spoke softly and gently. He warned Ash before he took his penis in a gentle grip. Ash jolted a bit, sensitive to his touch. “It’s okay, Ash. Just relax…Take a deep breath. I’m going to start stroking now. Is that okay?”

“…Yes.” Ash was beginning to feel safer from Kristofferson’s words. Kristofferson was nothing like Skip. He didn’t force him to do anything, he didn’t look at him lecherously. He even asked if he was okay to move on before doing anything. As his cousin’s hand began to move, he allowed the pleasure to run through his body.

“Is it okay if I do this?” Kristofferson wrapped his other arm around Ash and gently massaged his shoulder. Ash’s fur bristled and his shoulders tensed up.

“N-no, not there…” Ash said, his voice trembling. Kristofferson immediately removed his hand.

“I’m sorry, Ash. Is here okay?” He moved his hand down to his forearm, and Ash shook his head. He was beginning to breathe harder, panic setting in. “Shhh, shhh, I’m sorry, Ash. It’s okay, it’s okay.” Kristofferson soothed him. Ash calmed down and relaxed. “Where should I put my hand? What would be most comfortable for you?”

Ash held out his hand. “…Hold me here…” Kristofferson brought his arm back around and took Ash’s hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb on the other’s. Ash was quiet for a moment, then looked down at Kristofferson’s slowly moving hand. “That’s…That’s better.”

As the seconds ticked by, Kristofferson’s sweet voice kept Ash calm while his cousin helped him. “You’re doing good.” Kristofferson cheered softly. “Don’t worry, I’m right here. We can stop anytime you want.” His whispered words of encouragement soothed the young fox as the other’s hand sped up. Ash’s breaths were slow, but heavy. He let out quiet little moans that echoed off the walls. The pleasure felt better than anything, and he was unashamed to feel it. Kristofferson brought his cousin’s hand up to his lips and kissed it. “I’ll take care of you no matter what, Ash. I’ll always protect you. I love you, Ash.” Ash began to buck his hips, his orgasm growing close. “Go ahead and cum, you can do it. Don’t be afraid. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Ash let out a high pitched gasp and a long moan as he came, his hand squeezing Kristofferson’s as thick white ropes shot onto the shower floor. Ash panted softly as Kristofferson reached up and wiped his tear stained face, planting a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Do you feel better?” Kristofferson asked.

“Yeah…I do.”

“We’ll tell the principal and Uncle Foxy everything that happened. I’ll be there for you the entire time, okay? Skip will never hurt you ever again.” Kristofferson said softly. Ash nodded.

“…Can…” Ash looked down and spoke quietly. “Can I…stay with you a little longer…?”

Kristofferson smiled. “Of course you can. We can stay as long as you like. We won’t go until you’re ready.”

Ash sniffled and laid down, curling up and resting on Kristofferson’s lap. Kristofferson cradled his naked cousin, brushing his headfur softly.

“Hey…Do you know that song Dad always plays…?”

“The Ballad of Davy Crockett?”

“Yeah. Can you…Can you sing it to me…?”

Kristofferson smiled and began to softly sing, turning the once bouncy song into a gentle lullaby.

“Born on a mountaintop in Tennessee…

Greenest state in the land of the free…”

Ash closed his eyes and listened to his cousin’s sweet voice, feeling him brush his fur. He felt safe. He finally felt safe. All the pain and fear he endured was over.

He let himself cry before they left.