OUTCAST	

	Derrick awoke with a headache, he groaned as he tried to sit up but the poor grey wolf was tied spread eagle to some stakes in the ground. He panicked in those first few hazy moments, then it crept into his mind that he was naked, thanks to the breeze that had just brushed chest fur. Another thought struck him, he had been banished from his tribe.  This caused further panic to arise in him as he tried to look around. All he could see was grass, dirt and of course the sky. He sniffed the air, the scent of grass, dirt and a faint trace of water came to him, He sensed the aridness of the land around him.
	The young wolf started to cry, he had entered adulthood recently and had failed his tribes tests of manhood for the second time. Derrick's tribe had ruled over their forest home for many centuries. Theirs was a strict warrior driven culture, young wolves were expected to vie for position from the time they were able to walk.
	A rustling and the soft thump of footsteps brought Derrick out of his misery with a jolt. His heart started to race as he struggled with his bond again. He caught the whiff of the earthy muskiness of a rabbit. A small whine escaped his throat, Derrick's kind had hunted rabbits for millennia. He knew he was doomed, what prey did not relish the opportunity to pay back one of its primary foes?
	The footsteps got louder and closer as the young wolf panicked. Derrick let out another small whine as a cream-colored, muscular rabbit entered his view. The rabbit was wearing a loincloth and a vest with a knife in its sheath at his waist. The rabbit stopped by Derrick's side and stared down at the wolf. The young wolf wolf tried to stare back bravely at the Rabbit but his fear and natural submissiveness caused him to look away with lowered ears. He did not want to die but he also did not want to see it coming either.
	He heard the rabbit chuckle softly and suddenly felt a soft paw fondling his exposed balls and sheath. The rabbit's warm, soft paw shocked him and thrilled him at the same time. Derrick tried to cover himself up with his tail, he looked away embarrassed as the rabbit fondled him, Derrick felt his loins begin to stir, he tried to fight against it but he longed for such things too.
	Ever since he was little the wolf boy knew it was wrong to like boys. He liked girls well enough but being dommed by boys turned him on. His parents had encouraged their boys to wrestle and fight for position. One day Derrick was pinned by his brother, and he had gotten aroused.  His dad had beaten him for it and his brothers teased him mercilessly.
	He could not get over his subbiness and attraction to strong male figures. He learned to hide that better over the years from his family and tribe though.
	Submissiveness was a fact of life in the wolf tribe but it was also a bad thing. There was one leader. Everyone was always on the lookout to improve their position in the pack hierarchy. But you had to show submission to those above you until you did not. And it should definitely not excite. But wolves were not supposed to like being submissive. The tribe had no room for members who did not show the warrior spirit. And it was a form of birth control, every year or so as the young wolves reached maturity they were tested, those that failed were cast out and never allowed to return.
	Derrick had failed the test once and was allowed one more try but had been caught playing with himself while watching the other males exercising. He was immediately hauled before the chief who handed down a harsh judgment. Normally the youngsters that were cast out were left to their own devices, however Derrick's punishment had been death. He was drugged and had been taken far away and staked out to die.
	The rabbit chuckled more as he felt the young wolf start to get hard under his paw. 
	Derrick looked back to the Rabbit, “S-stop it!” he said in a high pitched whine.
	The Rabbit started fondling his balls instead and grinned at the captive wolf. “Poor little pup”, The rabbit said in a low masculine voice, “Left for dead.”
	The rabbit gently exposed Derrick's cock, pushing his sheath back. He gathered the Wolf's cock in his paw and began rubbing it.
	“Stop it, what do you want?” Derrick whined louder as his manhood inflated under the Rabbit's caress.
	The rabbit chuckled again,”What do you want pup? Staked out to die, no more tribe.” The rabbit paused and shifted his weight around some. “How about you come be my pet toy?” The rabbit asked.
	Derrick felt shocked and confused, part of him liked this but another deeper part of him rebelled against the idea of being owned.
	“No, No, No” The young wolf began to whine and growl as he began to thrash about pulling against his restraints.
	The rabbit smiled again at the bound wolf, Derrick continued to whine and growl at the Rabbit with his ears flat against his head. The Rabbit gave the wolf's cock one more squeeze and then let it go and stood up. He drew his knife and there was a sudden look of fear in the wolf's eyes. The rabbit leaned over and cut on of the wolf's paws loose then got up and walked away.
	Derrick blinked a few times, confused. The rabbit's voice came back to him “You may just change your mind, think about it, little one.”
	Derrick lay there for awhile after the rabbit had left, his head a jumble of confused and conflicting emotions. He began crying again as he lay there, it had past midday, when he started to free himself. Derrick reached over and cut away at the ropes binding his other paw with his claws. Finally freed Derrick sat up painfully his body achy from the restraints, he tried to stretch some life back into his limbs. After freeing his feet he hauled himself up with a small amount of whimpering. Looking around derrick saw nothing but dried grass and low rolling hillocks as far as he could see. 
	The young wolf was hungry he needed to find food, he had no tools no clothes no shelter. He started to whine again, he was not a great hunter and had few skills and had relied on his family and tribe to survive. He had learned some basic tool craftsmanship but had never really been driven to excel . He sniffed the air and started off towards the smell of water. Where there was water there was life he had always been told. 
	As Derrick loped along he found himself thinking about the rabbit. He had liked the feeling of being fondled and helpless but to submit to a prey species? His mind rebelled at the thought of such and idea, he was a wolf ,even if he was not much of one in the eyes of his tribe. All his life he had been taught a disdain for those his family had hunted. How did one see one who was smaller as a dominant anyway?
	Derrick had no idea where he was, the little hillocks of grass seemed to roll on and on . He was vaguely familiar with the land near where his tribe made their home. He was looking for anything familiar when it hit, like a heavy weight, that he could never go home. He slowed some, it did not matter if he knew where he was, he would have to live the rest of his life away from everyone he had known. He stumbled onward miserable and unable to escape the sadness and growing despair. He tried not to think about his past or his family, but the faces floated slowly past his minds eye. Conversations, memories of home, some good some bad , flitted through his mind like ghosts. The wolf boy tried to rail against them , he was so lost inside his head that he nearly fell into the small brook .
	Derrick snapped out of his misery as he flailed his arms for purchase and ended up falling across the brook. The brook was small and it had carved a deep channel into the earth as it winded its way across the plains. The Youngster flopped himself down and drank greedily from the stream. When his thirst had been slaked he laid there for a few minutes. The little stream was not very deep nor wide, he spotted some minnows darting around but little else. His stomach complained, he needed food. Derrick got up and looked both upstream and down . The brook flowed onward out into the plains, while upstream there seemed to be a range of hills and what looked like trees. 
	The wolf set out towards the hills following the stream. The sun was getting low as Derrick came upon a small pond that the stream flowed out of, there were plenty of tress around stretching away bordering the hills. Derrick dropped down to drink from the pond and caught sight of his reflection in the pond. His green eye where rimmed with red and his fur was totally a mess. His belly complained again as he looked past his reflection and saw several fish swimming about but he had no way to catch them. He walked along the bank of the pond and froze when frog darted out into deeper water. He whined a little to himself but figured he could at least catch a frog. 
	The suns last rays were disappearing as the wolf staggered , wet, dirty and victorious into some grass by the pond. He held on tightly to a couple of frogs he had managed to catch. He thought briefly about making a fire but it was too dark to try that now. He would have to eat the frogs raw, he was hungry but the frogs smelt of dank and mud. Derrick forced himself to eat the uncooked frogs, they felt slimy in his mouth, but the copper tinged blood was familiar. He gagged several times but managed to chew them up and swallow them. The wolf boy stretched out in the grass and stared out at the stars. He thought about the day to come, he needed a fire and some sort of shelter and a spear at least. Derrick curled up, a little sad and sore as he contemplated his future before drifting off to sleep.