 Part Nine:  Old Habits Die Hard

I awoke with a hangover from hell. I couldn't remember the last time my head hurt so badly. My face was plastered against the concrete but it felt as soft as a feather pillow in comparison to the migraine raging through my skull. I didn't want to move but the sound of cars and populous on top of the increasing light of day prevented me from drifting back to sleep. I was disoriented beyond belief and I'm pretty sure I was laying in my own vomit but one thing was for sure; I was awake and not very happy about it.

My arms and legs didn't seem to want to move; only my eyelids seemed active, blinking against the blinding light of morning. It was already hot; that wasn't out of the ordinary but the alley I was in seemed strange and I couldn't remember where in town it was exactly. I moved ever so slightly, rolling a bit onto my side without lifting my head. Even that bit of exertion was enough to send a wave of nausea through my body. I fought back the urge to add to the pile of puke nearby and tried to study my surroundings the best I could.

I lay between two white apartment buildings, the noise of rushing cars and the faint sound of yuppie music told me instantly that I was probably on the north end of downtown; how I got here from ignition last night I couldn't even guess at. There were a few staircases and a fire escape that descended from upper apartments and I could smell chlorine which made me think that maybe there was a pool nearby before realizing that it was just my fur that still smelt strong of the chemical, as well as a few other things. Whiskey, smoke, cum, and puke; the cologne of the gutter punk and my new title I figured. I never considered myself one until this morning; waking up in a pile of your own puke seemed definition enough.

When I was finally able to peel my face from the concrete I shifted my body ever so until I was leaning comfortably against the dumpster I had called home last night. I must have drunkenly crawled into this alley after the show, no, something else had happened after. I remembered then, as I whipped the spittle from the corners of my mouth, there had been a party of some sort at Ignition afterwards, but by then, the night had grown too hazy and I must have blacked out. I could only remember holding Fink's paw as he led me somewhere, then crawling on my knees to this dumpster before passing out.

The show last night was an inebriated blur. I remembered Fink being by my side most of the night; letting me sip from his flask while he grabbed at my crotch within the smoky darkness of the Ignition Hookah lounge where three amazing punk bands had played short, fast, abrasive sets. I remember towards the end of the show the blue Shepard had me pinned in a dark corner, cock out through my fly, while his paw made quick work until I splattered his denim shorts with what seemed half a pints worth of cum which he then wore like a damp badge the rest of the night.

Dizzily staring down at my own crotch, I could see a canvas of many different stains; luckily none of them seemed to be piss. As disoriented as I was, my paw magically made its way to my jacket pocket where I found my lighter and an empty pack of cigarettes. I tossed the empty pack up and over my head where it landed somewhere on the other side of the dumpster before I began rummaging for any of the money that I had had the day before. I found a twenty in my pants pocket but nothing else. 'No way I spent all that money...' I thought to myself. As I looked up between the two apartment buildings, my eyes caught someone looking over the railing of one of the patios but the figure turned away before I could even make out their species. I figured I had better hurry up and vacate the premises before I gained any unwanted attention.

I still felt like I needed to vomit, but I knew walking might help alleviate the nausea, so using the dumpster as a brace I slowly got to my feet, dusted the front and back of my pants off before staggering towards the sound of the streets. Every part of me hurt; my head, my legs, my butt, and it all made walking rather hard. Fink came to my mind again; his musky blue grey fur, his goofy monotone voice, his prominent cock and it made me wonder when and where we had been separated last night. I was never one to worry about anyone else's wellbeing but my own, though I quickly realized I was hoping Fink hadn't ended up in a strange alley like I had. That also got me to thinking about how I had ended up where I had.

Upon reaching the mouth of the alley way I realized I was indeed on the north end, a slightly more swanky area of downtown and about two miles from the Ignition Lounge. I wasn't sure what time it was but I knew the lounge opened at ten a.m., maybe someone there might know where Fink and I had gone last night.

Normally a two mile walk was only a mild nuisance but with a hangover the size of Texas it seemed to take twice as long and took twice as much effort. I know I could be lazy at times but each step felt like someone was taking a hammer to the back of my head. My quills hung heavy off my back, dry and brittle with dehydration. Every couple of feet I could feel one fall out and clatter to the ground. I ignored it; hunched over against the sun's morning rays until I felt the familiar rise of bile in my esophagus.

I lost the remainder of my stomach into a potted plant in front of a sleek and modern motel called the Movie Colony. There was a prissy woman with her nose turned up, watering the plants out front. When she saw me there, doubled over, puking into her flowers she turned her hose on me with the jet setting on. The water actually felt good and thankfully washed most of the dried vomit off the front of my shirt. I still gave her the finger, staggered back to my feet with my paw trying to block the stream of water from my face and fired a volley of curses her way. She shouted at me to 'beat it' so I grabbed my crotch and told her to 'suck it' before I turned and sauntered off.

Trying to piece the previous night's events together in my mind was turning out to be a much harder task that I had thought. My entire week of sobriety had brought my alcohol tolerance ridiculously low and the blacked-out fuzz I called my memories were proving useless. Luckily for me there were a few places along the way to Ignition that could possibly help jog my memory.

Jeff Corwell was an older bum who usually called the dumpster behind Las Casuelas home. It was still too early to smell the usual aroma of corn tortillas and tequila but Jeff was right where I knew he'd be. The thirty-five year old German Sheppard was face down in a pile of wadded up newspapers dressed only in a short pair of khaki shorts and a once white -- now grey tank top. A quick kick in the side was enough to rouse him, but soft enough to avoid incurring his wrath. Not that he would ever get truly mad at me. I had done him countless favors in the past, some of which I wasn't too proud of.

"Whaddayawhat?" He demanded rolling halfway onto his side in order to scratch at his furry ball-sac that shamelessly hung out through the high riding leg holes. If it weren't for his verbal response you'd have never had guessed he even took notice to my presence. He grumbled a bit and began to search the surrounding filth for something he must have deemed important; the rest of his junk flopping out of his shorts. The memory of those balls wafted up from the dark pits of my memory and I quickly flushed them back down. 

"You seen me or Fink last night?" I asked simply trying to avoid his groin. 

"How would I know?"

"You notice everyone who walks by here, like it's your territory."

"Only place they can't kick me out of."

"I'm sure the restaurant doesn't appreciate your presence." I couldn't help but laugh at my own interjection. Jeff was lighting an old cigarette butt with a pack of matches. My eyes reluctantly fell to his crotch again and I wasn't all too surprised to see a semi formed knot poking out of his sheath. I was about to ask him again if he had seen anything again but when he started to absentmindedly stroke his hardening cock I thought against it and continued on my way, leaving Jeff to his dirty business.

Chamberlin wasn't much more of a help either. The huge, fifty something, black bear sat on the end of a short brick wall that ran around the perimeter of the Northside Liquor store; shopping bags filled with his worldly positions scattered about his feet. He wore dark green and brown military fatigues and a leather vest across his 'Vietnam vet' shirt and the scar across his cheek made him look rather ferocious, at least until he spoke. He greeted me with a high pitched 'howdy-do' and a flourish of his paw when he saw me approaching but apparently he hadn't seen me or Fink last night. He at least had the decency to ask if everything was alright.

"Just wickedly hung-over and I can't remember where he went or how I ended up face down in an alley way." I said thinking of Benjin and wishing I had one of those smart phones so I could make a few calls, but it wouldn't do much good since Fink didn't have one either.

"He a special friend of yours?" He asked with that usual twinkle in his eye. Chamberlin knew a queer when he saw one, but knowing how I've been most of my life, knew not to push me on the subject, but apparently he saw through me and noticed the slight difference. Maybe being gay was noticeable in different ways I had never thought of before.

"I guess you can say that." I admitted.

"He make you happy?" He asked as if he were looking into my soul. I thought for a second, aside from Kasai, and the brief moment with my father the other afternoon, my time with Fink had been the most happiest I've been in a very long time.

"Yeah, He does." I finally said and smiled despite the sudden jolt of pain in my butt. 'What happened last night?' 

"Wonderful." Chamberlin replied, his dog tags clanking as he shifted his body on the brick wall. He leaned over and rummaged through one of his bags for a moment. He was just as homeless as Jeff, but at least Chamberlin took showers daily at the VA building down the road. When he found what he was looking for he smiled and handed me the little silver object. "Here, I'm sure you'll find him honey."

"Thanks Chamberlin." I took the flask and took a healthy swing, winced at the bitter taste of stale whiskey and grinned when I handed it back, thinking of Fink and his flask and the fond memories of yesterday; the ones I could actually remember that is. I borrowed a cigarette from the kindly queer vet, bid him a good day and walked on.

I was completely dry by the time I reached the hookah lounge and rather parched as well but thanks to the smoke my headache had dissipated some. I pushed open the doors beside the glowing 'open sign' and was greeted by the blissful embrace of air conditioning. I couldn't help but gasp at the cool air but had enough sense left not to over dramatize. The whole place was empty except for a quirky looking leopard behind the counter who glanced up from his magazine the moment I entered. It was the owner's son, Alex. I had known him for quite a while; his father and mine being casual friends. When he needed a network and Wi-Fi set up for his lounge, my father did it for him for half price. 

Alex was normally a chatty fellow, eager to talk about music, art, sports and girls. The only thing he and I had in common was our musical tastes, but even then, he tended to be really critical about what he likes and dislikes where as I will like whatever 'speaks' to me. When he noticed who I was he pushed his magazine aside and frowned. I couldn't say why but I was much too thirsty to care just then. I made a bee-line straight for the free water set out for the patrons. I downed two cups before I looked back towards the counter. Alex was gone. After a third cup I nearly jumped in surprise as the leopard seemed to materialize out of thin air a few feet from me. He was wearing black and white plaid cargo shorts with some Wal-Mart brand t-shirt that made him look rather plain in comparison to the artsy interior of the lounge. 

"Your little boyfriend smashed into one of our paintings last night." He said sounding a little vexed. It was actually rather odd to hear him like that because Alex and his older brother Brandon were usually too high to ever be angry. Their younger brother Liam was still in middle school, two years younger than me and was probably the only one in the family who didn't smoke pot. They're mother had passed away giving birth to Liam but their father always seemed to be around the lounge most days and nights. "Don't you remember?"

"Psh, that's what you get for booking punk shows." I shrugged.

"It was after the bands were done." He asked with the 'know-it-all' tone he used sometimes. "You seriously don't have any memory of last night?"

Now that he mentioned it, I did remember something happening last night. I could recall drunkenly dancing with Fink off to the side of the stage where the leopard brothers liked to hang the various urban art they collected, along with few of the ones Brandon did himself. He was already enrolled in college and was apparently taking a few art classes. When I glanced over towards the wall from where Alex and I stood I could see a tear in a canvas painting that had ripped right down the middle with obviously an elbow or a fist. Purely and accident surely, but odds are Brandon hadn't been happy about it at all.

"Actually, yeah I do, and if I recall, your father came over and said not to worry about it." I replied giving Alex a sly smile though I finally knew what I had done with all my money. "Not to mention I gave him fifty bucks of my own money. If I was sober I wouldn't have been so generous. You should be thankful Brandon got anything at all for it."

Alex didn't like that answer very much. His arm rose and his fist almost made it to my face but was suddenly stopped by a much larger paw that wrapped around his wrist. Bob was a lot taller than his son and a lot larger too. Brandon; his older son was a hefty guy too but their father could probably lift me over his shoulders with one paw and toss me just as easily. It was no wonder Alex seemed to coward underneath him.

"I don't know what you were thinking but you should be absolutely ashamed to raise your hand to a customer." The large leopard regarded me with a smile then turned on his son again with a scowl his accent becoming harsher as he went on. "You are setting a bad example for your brother."

"Father, I was just... The painting... it was his... his..."

"No excuse." He said flicking Alex hard in the ear. The boy let out a cry but tried to explain himself again. His father wasn't having any of it. I thought briefly of what life would have been like if my father had been more assertive, perhaps he would have been able to stop all the things that had happened to me at the paws of my uncle.

Again, I quite suddenly noticed the third presence but wasn't alone in surprise. Alex looked from his father to his little brother, dressed oddly the same, before his face when from annoyed to surprise to worry all rather suddenly. Liam was always rather quiet but not as strangely autistic as the panther boy I had met the other day. He stood there looking up between his father and his brother. When his gaze fell upon me I couldn't help but grin a little deviously and was surprised to see an equally devious smile in return. I had never met the kid before but I knew I liked him already.

"Mr. Feroza, I don't wanna be any trouble." I said glancing towards Alex, knowing he would be rather irate to the fact that I was sucking up to his father. Lords knew that I would 'suck up' to him in other ways if I could. "I just wanna buy a pack of cigarettes and maybe drink some coffee."

The looming leopard's face warmed up immediately as a thick arm wrapped itself around my shoulders while the other brought his youngest in closer to his robes. He began steering me towards the back where I knew he kept his variety of tobacco products. He would buy several different cartons of cigarettes every couple of days and sell them to his customers, many of which were underage kids like me. It was the only place I could get cigarettes on my own. 

"Alex, get the boy whatever he wants." He boomed then added looking down at me nuzzled at his side like one of his own sons. "Boy, what do you want?

"Black coffee is fine, thanks." I said soaking in the sudden hospitality. At least I knew this didn't come with any hidden strings of straightening up my life. If I did then Bob would no longer have his most loyal smoke customer. I heard Alex suck his teeth from behind us and chuckled to myself as I let myself be led away.

I gave Bob enough for two packs of Marlboros, figuring I should stock up since I didn't know when I would be able to get more. I really wish I could remember where the rest of my money was blown but nothing seemed to jog my memory.

"Mr. Feroza."

"What is it, boy?" He asked much kindlier than the words seemed. Despite the red couch to his right Liam was sitting atop a sealed cardboard box while I leaned against a shelf full with hookah pipes of different vibrant colors. The older leopard was opening a new carton of reds and when he pulled out two packs for me he tossed both my way. I caught them clumsily and snatched them in my jacket pocket. "Here's your change."

"Do you remember me and Fink leaving last night?" I asked taking the ten dollar bill from him.

"Short canine boy, no shirt, kinda smelly?" 

"Yeah, that's him. He was only smelly because we had gone swimming earlier. Ya know, wet dog." I'm not sure why I felt the need to justify his smell to other people; it just irked me a little that anyone seemed have anything negative to say about him. Sure, there wasn't much positive, but Fink wasn't nearly as bad as I could sometimes be.

"You two were here late." He spoke with a slightly different tone as he folded his arms and with them most of his robes. "You're lucky I like you so much boy, you two were scaring away some of the customers."

"Hey, most of those customers are my friends." I said in good defense, though most of the furs who had been here last night could hardly be called my friends. Acquaintances might better suit the title. TK had been here briefly but I'm sure he snuck off somewhere to get high, as punk wasn't really his thing. 

"True." Bob smiled at my response. Looking towards his youngest son who was doing that back and forth stare again, from me to his father as if he didn't want to miss a second of our oh-so-interesting conversation(sarcasm). "That boy you ask about. Fink. You too were rather close last night." The leopard took a few steps closer and with the side of his paw to his mouth whispered loudly. "Back in my country, two males could not do what you two did: Death penalty, where as I simply see it as extracurricular activity."

'Is he hitting on me? Is that what this is?' My face burned in embarrassment but that didn't stop the fact that I noticed that his paw was meant to shield Alex from hearing out in the front, not Liam. I suddenly got a sinking feeling in my chest. Not necessarily a bad one, but one that hit you hard when you realized something after so long. The young leopard boy was still grinning between me and his father and I couldn't stop my mind from going a million miles a minute.

"What all did we do?" I asked; rather bold thing to ask such a hulking male. Who knew what all he had under that robe, but my mind wanted to find out. It was Bob's turn to wear that devious grin.

"Let's just say that I had to move you two back here." He gestured to the crimson spare couch that leaned against the back wall. I hadn't noticed until now but there was a tripod set up a few feet from the couch. Even though there wasn't a camera fastened to the stand I couldn't help but put two and two together.

"Did you record us, Mr. Feroza?" I asked a little turned on and a little violated. In all honestly I simply wanted to see it. The leopard's only response was to pull a slim digital camera from his robes before giving me a wink. "Why are you telling me all this? I never thought you were gay. Now you're telling me you're a pedophile?"

"I do not know that word." He said with whole hearted honestly.

"Means you fuck kids like me." I replied simply while absentmindedly grabbing at my crotch. His bewildered look wasn't expected. "No?"

"Well, no." He said with a strange inflection as if there was more to that no than he let on. "I record and sell back to my country."

"You sold my video of me and Fink!?" I couldn't help but shout. Even with my cock at half mast in my pants the thought of countless horny perverts on the other side of the world watching me and Fink have sloppy, drunk sex made my stomach do a three-sixty. 

"No, no, no." He said hurriedly and a little panicked, as if this wasn't how he thought things would go. It made me think 'Has my reputation as a faggot punk who gave no fucks truly gotten around?' "I still have, no one has seen it but me and..."

My fur stood on end.

"...and?" I demanded.

"My son." He admitted. 

My head seemed to move in slow motion until I met Liam's devil's grin with my dumbfounded one. What on earth had I walked into. I had simply wanted smokes, coffee, a little bit of information about last night and I get this; I don't even know what all this was. Bob was fiddling with the camera in his paws while he looked on at me with a rather apologetic face plagued here and there with a similar smirk he shared with his son. I was now the one who was staring back and forth from father to son.

"Has he seen it yet?"

I nearly jumped out of my fur. I heard a few of my quills clatter to the floor as Alex appeared behind me like some sort of apparition. Bob's face turned grim, Liam's stayed the same, and Alex just looked indifferent as if none of this was very interesting. 

"Nope." Liam spoke for the first time since I shown up. He seemed as antsy as ever sitting there with his paws on either side of his legs; heals kicking the side of the box he sat on. Bob was still looking apologetic but when Alex walked over with my coffee the older leopard seemed to get an idea.

"Brandon should be here with the computer any moment." He said but it didn't do much to help my astonishment. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. A family of Leopards, all male, all seemingly straight, who've all seen a video of Fink and I doing gods knew what. I've seen a lot in the last few days, done a lot, learned a lot about who I am and how others see me, but this took the fucking cake.

"Brandon? He's seen it too?" I asked a little surprised that my voice was so calm.

"Here." Alex said as he handed me a cup of Ignition's best coffee while he took a sip of his own cup. "Added a kick to it."

The kick he was talking about wasn't just the shot of espresso, but the shot and a half of whiskey that I could distinctively taste below the warm rich flavor. It was hot going down but the warmth in my belly was welcome and the alcohol helped with the ridiculousness of the situation. 

"Maybe you'd like to sit down?" Bob asked coming up beside me with a comforting arm around the shoulders. My first response was to pull away but before my body could move I felt the very familiar bulge of male-hood press against my arm as he guided me to the couch.

"I knew he wasn't going to take this well." Alex said a matter-of-factly with a swish of his coffee cup through the air. I could see why his father was always so critical of him; he was a know-it-all, and no one liked a know-it-all. Besides, despite my rather flabbergasted expression, the countless thoughts that were running through my head were far from innocent. 

He sat me down near Liam and once I had my back against the plush red cushions the younger boy leapt off the box he sat on and threw himself on the other side of me where he snuggled up against my side like a normal house cat would. My back suddenly became ridged in response and little red flags shot up in the back of my head, but Bob only smiled at the affection. It made my stomach flip.

"He likes you." He said with a smile only felines were capable of.

"Shouldn't that worry you?" I asked. "It worries me."

"Why should it worry me?" Mr Feroza returned with another question.

"Because dad, he probably wants to fuck Liam." Alex said and shattered what was left of the xenophobia in my brain. 'This is really happening. I'm not dreaming. Am I?' I won't lie, within the short time I've been here I'd thought of at least twenty different ways I could fuck Liam. But then again, I had also thought of twenty different ways I could suck off Mr. Feroza.

"Really?" Bob asked truly puzzled. "The video would suggest otherwise."

"Hey, hey, hey, suggest what?" I demanded and I could tell that the older Leopard was again conflicted by his honesty and his cultural inability to filter what he said. Alex rolled his eyes and Liam only snuggled ever closer. I was amazed he hadn't yet pricked himself on a quill.

"In the video, your 'friend', Fink, he's got a pretty big... You know!" Bob said clearly skirting the issue. I noticed a flutter in the lower half of his robes like a shark fin about to breach the surface, but I knew the beast under the robes wasn't a shark. 

"What about his dick?" I asked finding a meager amount of courage I thought had abandoned me, but the more and more I thought this situation over in my head the less and less odd I found it. In comparison to the rest of the things that had happened recently, this was only mildly unsettling. At least until Alex spoke again.

"He means Fink fucked you in the video, not the other way around." Alex said trying to momentarily loose himself in his coffee.

It was sensory overload. My body, my brain, both didn't know how to react to such news. Liam was there to hug around my belly but his touch seemed miles away. Fink came to my thoughts then, but I could only see his face in the black void, lost in my dark thoughts. For years I had kept that spot on my body sacred, so to speak. It was a place I associated with being violated, used, abused. When I thought of all the years I had vowed to never let anyone near my tail-hole and how strongly I had refused Kasai and Kaiser, it had seemed like I simply hated the thought of being fucked, but Kaiser was actually the one to plant the seeds of interest. 

When I had been with Fink yesterday at the pool and behind the bushes, the thoughts had occurred; I guess it was the booze that finally brought the deed to fruition. That still left the fact that there was supposedly a video and all these leopards I thought I had known have all seen it before I had even known about it. My uncle came into my thoughts and as incredulous as it may seem, I smiled then. He had taken so much from me in the past, and was even trying to take my father away from me now, now that I was starting to get him back, but despite it all, Fink had given me back so much more. 'So, that's why my butt hurts...'

The sound of a leopard even larger than Bob bursting through the back door tore my train of thought away. I was actually rather thankful because through all my thoughts and fears and revelation, my cock had managed to work itself into a full-fledged boner. It didn't help that Brandon, the most attractive of the three brothers, was wearing short plaid shorts and a cut-off shirt that revealed his massive arm. He held a rather large laptop computer between his paw and his side while the other paw made sure the door was shut behind him.

"Brandon!" Bob boomed from my left while his right arm draped itself over my shoulders like I was another one of his sons. "You're just in time. I was just telling Dallas here about his first movie carrier. Set the computer here on the table. Move that hookah to the storage closet, its broken."

Little did they know that this supposed video wasn't my first debut, but at least Benjin had the decency to film me with my permission. This whole entire situation with Bob and his fucked up sons was an entirely different entity, but do I exercise such a demon or play along with the twisted family? These seemed to be my only two choices here. The old Dallas would have been gun-ho with the whole thing, but I wasn't so sure anymore.

"The video was still playing when I opened it up in class today." Brandon grunted with an odd glance towards me, as if he were looking through me, or had on a pair of x-ray glasses and could see me naked. He obviously already had. "Luckily there was no one behind me in the lecture hall."

"You must be excited to see your big movie." Mr. Feroza practically purred to me as he ignored his oldest son. He took my half finished coffee from my paw, thrust it into Alex's free paw and grinned. I could smell his musky cologne and the undertones of aroused feline. Liam, being a few years younger than me, did less to hide his apparent pre-adolescent excitement; with a paw down his shorts and his side glued to mine. I knew exactly where this was going and I was actually surprised at how uneasy it made me feel. So much had happened in the last two days, I figured I had just gotten a new perspective on life and they way things should or shouldn't be. It was obvious that the oldest leopard was a pedophile and really into fucking around with his own sons. But what truly worried me was not knowing what Fink would say if he knew I was about to do what I thought was about to happen.

"Just relax, Dallas my boy." The large cat said to me, the spots on his brow suggesting more than comfort. It was as if he could sense my uneasiness and his soothing tones was his way of rationalizing the fact that he was practically forcing me into this. I could feel my quills poking through the cushions a bit. They were red, soft, and surprisingly smelled of canine, not feline. 'Fink' I thought to myself. 'We really were here last night.' The proof was apparently in Brandon's arms. He set up the laptop and moved the broken hookah like he had been told. When the video was queue up on the screen Bob waved his robbed hand before sitting down beside me, opposite Liam. "Go watch the front, Alex, you too. No fooling around up there either. I know its Sunday but fur's still need coffee on holy days."

Alex looked a little peeved but Brandon shrugged and led his younger brother out of the room but not before pressing play on the laptop's keyboard. My eyes went wide. There we were, Fink and I, fully clothed and completely tanked, nearly tripping over the other as we collapsed onto the same couch I now sat on. Mr. Feroza leaned over and wrapped his arm around me again, taking care not to snag his robe on my quills. "You two make an odd pair, but it works well I think."

For the most part, the first five minutes of the video consisted of Fink and I glued to each other's mouths; canine on top of porcupine. I was rather socked when Fink practically threw me off of him so that I was sprawled out long-ways on the couch. He began to pull my already undone pants off my waist and before I knew it I was completely naked, legs wrapped around Fink's head while he worked over my entire crotch area with his long canine tongue.

I was so transfixed on the computer screen that I hadn't even noticed that Mr. Feroza had his cock out through his robes; long, thick and barbed, while Liam was completely naked, equally hard though much smaller in size. Bob reached over with his paw and grabbed at my crouch. I wanted to pull away but with Liam on my other side I simply let him molest me, feeling trapped.

"I am hoping you don't mind this; being filmed." The older leopard cooed in my ear as he worked on my pants zipper. "I did lend you my couch after all."

I couldn't speak. I was mesmerized, repulsed, horny and worried all at once. Liam was touching me too and I actually felt sorry for him, and possibly Alex and even Brandon because they've probably all been through the same thing around the same age, just as I had. 'Fink... Where are you? Save me!?' That last part was more of a question than a request. My mind couldn't decide if it liked it when Mr. Feroza dug a paw down my pants or when Liam got on his knees and kissed me, his tiny erection pressing into my arm. 'Holy fuck...' There was a twelve year old boy, kissing 'me'. Normally it was the other way around and I knew the error of my ways. Liam acted as if this was as normal as playing a game of tag. 'Fink... Please... Dad... someone...'

"You can fuck Liam if you want." 

"Huh?" I breathed disbelieving, but Liam was already trying to crawl over my lap where my exposed cock nearly rubbed against his spotted cheeks.

My prayers were answered by the most unlikely furson possible. Alex came stumbling into the back, hastily zipping up his pants, just as the computer was playing the scene of Fink rimming my tail-hole and I obviously loving every moment of it. 

"Dad... There's someone here to see Dallas."

"What!" Bob exclaimed, pulling his paw away from my cock as if he had gotten caught doing something he shouldn't have. Liam simply froze in place. "Who?"

"Its... Its TK." He said speaking to me, the spotted tail behind him swaying nervously.

"TK?" I was barely able to speak. My voice was hoarse and dry from the bitter coffee I had drunk. Despite my head spinning from everything happening so fast I felt a sudden moment of clarity. I bolted up from the couch, almost felt bad when I almost knocked Liam over, but was grateful to be away from the Leopard, despite all of his feline male-hood beckoning me to stay. I pushed past Alex, doing up my own pants and ignoring the obvious bulge in his crotch before bursting through the swinging door. I stopped momentarily when I noticed Brandon standing behind the counter, shorts down around his ankles, hard and dripping, just out of sight of the customers. He gave me a surprised look before shrugging with indifference.

Fixing myself in the pants, I rounded the corner and nearly ran headlong into a mountain of tan fur that smelled like the inside of an Indian mini-market. Only it wasn't TK. The rabbet who looked down at me was about three feet taller, a hundred pounds heavier, and about ten years older than TK. His brother Dante looked more like TK had looked a year ago; a big stocky bunny with droopy ears and bloodshot eyes that hardly looked open at all. When the smaller rabbit peered around his brother's diameter, I felt my heartbeat even out. Just knowing I was among a friend, a true friend, gave me comfort in this confusing situation.

"You look like shit." He greeted me not so uncommonly. He looked down and noticed I was still trying to zip up my pants. He grinned at me. "Working your magic, huh?"

"No." I said. It felt like a lie.

"Good, I'd hate to interrupt something." He said taking a healthy sip of some drink Alex had probably made him. The cup had an Ignition Lounge logo on it, as did the small cup in Dante's massive paws.

"W-what are you up to?" I asked still feeling a little bewildered knowing that there was an adult leopard probably molesting his son in my place and two brothers probably having gone back to blowing each other behind the cappuccino machine.

"Looking for you." He said simply.

"Why's that."

"Wanted to make sure you're okay." TK shrugged before taking another sip of his drink. Dante did the same in close similarity. They seemed to act more like brothers should, not by blowing each other, even though that was hot. "Saw you stalking off last night, drunk and belligerent about something. Figured it had something to do with Fink."

"Why do you say that?" I asked sounding rather impatient.

"Well," TK said looking up at his brother who only shrugged in return. "Mara was at the show last night."

"Fink's ex." My stomach hit the floor. All the memories of last night seemed to come rushing back, one right after another. It didn't help that TK seemed to narrate the whole thing.

"I came back after the show was over, Alex had wanted to buy some weed, so I brought him back the stuff I got in the day before yesterday, the stuff I smoked with you. Anyways, I come in, the whole place in practically empty, it being twelve and all, and there Mara is, crying about something, I don't know what. Fink's by her side trying to soothe her, and you just storm past me, nearly knocking my piece out of my paw."

He paused a moment and reached into his pants pocket while I just stood there, dumbstruck. 'He was with Mara last night. He was probably with her right now. Fink's a horny little fuck, he's probably balls deep right now.' I could remember being angry last night, I remembered Mara, and Fink trying to calm her down. I didn't know what had gotten her so upset or why she had even come to Ignition last night, but the only thing I knew for sure was when they were together it usually led to sex. I could hear the slight electronic moans of my recorded self from the back room along with an occasional slurp from behind the counter. My heart raced and I didn't know what to do.

"Here." TK said, holding out his paw. In his padded palm there was a white brick shaped pill with the word Xanax stamped across it. "I'm sorry to have been the one to tell you. I thought maybe you've had remembered. Consider it a gift."

I didn't even hesitate. The pill was down my throat before I could blink and I was left to stare at TK's lazy sad smile. If Fink was with Mara then he was probably fucking her, which meant all my hope and desire to find fink was flushed from my skull. I didn't even thank TK, didn't have too. He patted me on the back twice and once on the butt. Dante just waved, too busy sipping his drink as they both turned and left.

"Are they gone?" Alex asked poking his feline head out from the side of the espresso press. He was shirtless and as far as I could tell just as bare below the waste. I nodded slowly without looking his way and ignored his equally naked brother as I passed by; the fact that Brandon was taking it up the ass by his younger brother was only a distant interest.

The bathroom of ignition was covered in graffiti that management encouraged. There wasn't a single inch of blank wall left and oddly enough I felt the same. I was a mess; having fallen for a guy one day and found out he was probably cheating on me the next. Then again, who was I? I was in a coffee shop with a family of four males, all of whom were currently participating in one sexual act or another. My body and mind wanted out of my clothes but something deep down wanted to run away, leave this place, find a hole to lie in, and die if I so willingly chose to.

I took a piss instead.

By the time I returned to the backroom I could already feel the Xanax working. My limbs felt a little numb, my heart beat slowed, and before I knew it that familiar feeling of ambivalence was setting in. Bob Feroza and his son Liam were naked, no surprise there, and the fact that Liam was impaled on his father's cock, easily taking half of the massive eight inches, didn't seem to faze me at all. Instead I shucked off my jacket and pulled my shirt over my head. On the computer screen to my left I was on my back on the couch, legs behind my head as Fink drove his cock into my ass with only a little resistance. I felt my tail-hole tingle then.

Punching the computer screen made both the leopards jump while Liam also let loose a tiny shriek. It made a black and white spider web of glitches fan out across the screen but the audio kept playing so I punched the keyboard again and again until the only sound in the room was my knuckles against plastic. Bob said nothing but before I could begin to unbutton my pants Brandon burst through the door, naked, obviously a little protective of his younger brother or maybe just his computer. I wiggled my pants to my knees and kicked them off before I looked up. With no underwear I was fully exposed to them. The thought only slightly tickled my fancy.

"That doesn't mean the cops can't search the hard drive." I threatened with a flat, uncaring voice, I could feel a slight trickle of blood dripping off my knuckles. I didn't care much. "Only that you can't watch it anymore.

"My homework was on there." Brandon said deeply, but his tone suggested he was fine with that. His cock was hard and just as impressive as his father's, thoughh slightly shorter but fatter as is with chunkier males. When I turned to Bob he looked pale, his face wrought with worry; cock deflating rapidly. I only smiled before turning to Liam who had somehow managed to pull himself off of his father's cock.

"My dick's nowhere near as big as your dad's, but..." I said as I sauntered towards the two leopards, looking only slightly at Bob and his large spotted frame. Liam was by far the thinnest of the three sons, but he was well on his way to being a stocky little boy. I leaned in close to him as he sat there, paws in his lap, covering his genitals, suddenly shy. With one knee sunk into the cushions and a foot-paw tucked under my butt, I reached a paw and touched the side of his face, feeling his little whiskers. I was going to kiss him, I was gonna fuck him, and I was gonna make his father fuck me. But first, he had to know. They all did. "I've been known to make little boys cry."