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After spending a brief time at an orphanage, he ends up going home with his older sister... who hates him. A lot. Things escalate quickly when she comes home drunk off her ass, and soon, he needs help cleaning a... mess that got made.\n\n\n[url=https://inkbunny.net/s/3464011]Part 1 Here[/url]\nAs said, I'll also do another direct follow up to this later.\n\nGuest cameo by George and Mina Hart, owned by anon.\n(If you recognize them, do not call anyone out. I will delete the comment)\n\n- - - - -\n\nA massive thank you to my top tier subscribers:\nSedyna | [fa]jafferroshak[/fa] | RoleplayCentral | [fa]akinkyyfox[/fa]\n\nIf you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my [url=https://subscribestar.adult/xp_author]SubscribeStar[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Part 2 of Bei-Yihan, aka Ben's tale. After spending a brief time at an orphanage, he ends up going home with his older sister... who hates him. A lot. Things escalate quickly when she comes home drunk off her ass, and soon, he needs help cleaning a... mess that got made.


Part 1 Here
As said, I'll also do another direct follow up to this later.

Guest cameo by George and Mina Hart, owned by anon.
(If you recognize them, do not call anyone out. I will delete the comment)

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A massive thank you to my top tier subscribers:
Sedyna | \n\t\t\t\t\tjafferroshak | RoleplayCentral | \n\t\t\t\t\takinkyyfox

If you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my SubscribeStar", "writing": "\n[center][b]Generational Hatred[/b][/center]\n[center][u]Part 2[/u][/center]\n[center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nBen sat in the office, clutching his backpack so tight his hands shook a little. He was really not looking forward to this. A small, black suitcase sat in front of him, packed with the few clothes he had. He had only spent a little over three weeks at the orphanage before getting word that his sister was actually going to take custody of him. She had flown up from Orlando that morning. She was supposed to be here to collect him soon. He had not seen her in years, not since she left the state to go to FSU for her doctorate. She was in her final year now. She had never been particularly nice to him when she was living at home, so he didn't expect much would have changed in the last 4 years.\n\nGeorge sat beside him, giving him a smile as he saw the apprehension on the young hybrid. \"Hey, don't worry, Ben. I'm sure things will work out just fine.\" Ben just nodded, staring at his single piece of luggage. All of the things he really cared about were in his backpack. His Gamecub3DD, several games, and a notebook Chuck had given him with a few pictures of his short time staying here. The newest thing that was his was a laptop, a gift from Molly, the nice rabbit that was the tutor for the orphans at Hart House. Though it was given to help him with his studies, she said it was his to keep.\n\nThe door to the office opened, and his sister Jenny walked in. She looked far more like a typical panda than he did. 28 years old, short, and slightly plump around the middle, with her black hair tied into a bun. She wore a well fitted business suit in charcoal grey, with a striking red tie and white shirt under the suit jacket. She looked at Ben, and even though she didn't say anything, he could almost feel her disgust for him, hatred in her brown eyes. She then looked at George. \"You the owner of this place?\"\n\nGeorge nodded as he stood up, reaching a hand out to shake. \"Yes. I'm George Hart. You must be Chen Jia?\"\n\nShe didn't take his hand. \"Jenny.\" She corrected. \"Is there some kind of paperwork I need to sign?\"\n\nThe older rabbit just smiled, but Ben could tell the man had already judged her poorly from that very brief interaction. \"Yes. Just a few things. I will need to see a photo ID, of course. For legal reasons, you understand.\"\n\nJenny sighed and pulled her passport out of her pocket. \"I assume this will do?\"\n\nGeorge nodded. \"Yes, of course.\" He motioned to a small counter. \"Just over here. Just have a few legal documents for you to sign before we can hand over custody. If you have any questions, I can answ-\"\n\n\"I'm about to get my doctorate in law, Mr. Hart. I don't need [i]you[/i] to explain things to me.\" She moved over to the counter. \"Just show me the documents and I'll read them myself.\"\n\nHe laughed slightly, doing his best not to show his annoyance. Even if Ben could read it clear as day in his tense body language. \"Of course.\" He held out the documents and Jenny snatched them out of his hands. She read through everything quickly, flipping through the pages one by one. \"Mmm, good enough. Guess you've got a good lawyer working for you.\" She slapped the papers down and scratched her signature in the places it was required, initialing a few others. Before George could say anything, she thrust the papers back out to him. \"Here. That's all?\"\n\nHe nodded slowly, taking the papers and looking to make sure she signed the right spots. \"Yes.\" He handed her passport back after having made a copy of it. \"Here you g-\"\n\nShe snatched it back out of his hand and stuffed it into her pocket again. \"Good.\" She turned to Ben. \"C'mon, Bei-Yihan.\"\n\nBen frowned as he stood up. \"Ben...\" he tried to correct. \"Can I say goodbye to my friends first?\"\n\nShe scoffed at him, as if the notion of him having friends was absurd. \"No. We don't have all day. I told the taxi to wait, and they're damned expensive in this city. So hurry up, Bei-Yihan.\"\n\nHe hated how she kept using his full name, even though she never used her own. He reached out to take hold of his suitcase's handle, only for a hand to gently rest on his shoulder. \"I'll tell Mina and Chuck you said goodbye. I think Mina will miss you.\" Ben smiled slightly hearing that. He hadn't exactly gotten close to the energetic young rabbit, but she was nice enough. Closest thing to a friend he had. \"And, if you ever need anything.\" He looked pointedly at the panda standing at the door. \"And I mean anything... don't hesitate to give me a call.\"\n\nBen tilted his head. \"I'm... going to Florida. It's a little far from New York...\"\n\nThe older rabbit smiled. \"Don't you worry about that. I have friends all over. So if you're ever in trouble, or you need help, you call me. I promise, no matter what it is, I'll have someone give you a hand with anything.\" Ben wasn't sure exactly what the older man was insinuating, especially when he added. \"And I mean anything.\" Something about that put the young hybrid a little on edge, like George knew something he didn't.\n\n\"Um... o-okay.\" He gave an awkward smile then followed his sister out of the office and the building entirely. Sure enough, there was a taxi waiting at the bottom of the steps. As Jenny's heels clacked going down the stone steps, he stopped and looked back at the building one last time, just knowing he would never see it again.\n\nJenny called up to him, dropping any mask of false politeness she had from before, not that it was all that much to begin with. \"C'mon, you little shit. Hurry it up! I can't afford to let this guy sit all day!\" He let out a sigh and went down the steps, putting his luggage into the trunk. Though he kept his backpack with him, putting it on his lap once he was in the back seat of the taxi. Jenny spoke to the wolf in the driver's seat. \"Alright. Back to the airport.\" The wolf nodded and within a moment they were out on the road.\n\nBen blinked. \"The... airport?\" He had assumed she would take him to a hotel or something and they would leave in the morning.\n\nShe scoffed. \"I fled this shitty city the first chance I could. You think I'd spend a second longer here than I have to? No. I booked a same day round trip. Our flight leaves in 4 hours. And yes, I'll buy you lunch at the terminal lobby before we take off, so don't start complaining or something, got it?\" He just nodded slowly, staying silent. She still hated him. It was like having to deal with him was some kind of massive inconvenience to her. So things wouldn't be too different from normal for him than they always were.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nBen had stayed quiet the whole time. From the moment they left the orphanage to the moment they arrived at his new home, he hadn't said more than a dozen words. Mostly 'thank you' when he was given a very cheap burger for his lunch, and 'okay' when told to get moving. Now they were at Jenny's apartment. It was a small building in the suburbs of Orlando. A duplex, she was on the right 'A' side. She opened the door and flicked a few lights on. The interior was decorated very simply. Almost to the point of minimalism. Almost nothing was on the white walls, the floor was a simple polished hardwood, and the single shelf he saw had legal books and her diplomas on display, as well as her license to practice law. Or one copy of it, anyway.\n\nShe let out a tired sigh, going straight to the kitchen just past the nearly empty living room. \"Fuck I need a drink.\" She pulled several things out and started to pour them into a glass. He was pretty sure at least two of them were alcoholic. Once she had mixed herself whatever it was and downed almost half of it in one go, she gave him a look. \"What the fuck are you just standing there for?\"\n\nHe flinched a little, still clutching his backpack. \"Um... w-where... do I put my... things?\"\n\nShe sighed heavily, setting the glass down so hard he thought it might break. \"Right. C'mon.\" She tromped off down another hall, her heels clacking on the hard floor the whole way. He followed and she pointed to a door. \"In there. It's the spare room. Or it was. I cleaned all of my things out, so I guess it's your room now. But don't go acting like you own the place. Nothing gets pinned or nailed to the walls, you understand?\" He nodded. The room was pretty empty. An empty shelf sat against one wall, the closet doors sat open showing there was nothing inside, and there was a desk against another wall. All the walls were a soft pale blue. The desk had no chair, and the single window had a set of dark blue curtains. The thing that struck him most was... the lack of a bed.\n\n\"Where... am I going to sleep?\"\n\nJenny shrugged. \"I ordered you a bed, but it won't come for a few days. So I guess you'll be on the floor until then. I'm not letting you sleep on my couch.\" She pointed a finger at him, almost prodding him in the chest. \"And don't even [i]think[/i] of asking to sleep in my bed!\"\n\nHe shook his head quickly. \"I-I... won't...\"\n\n\"Good.\" She turned and started to walk away. \"There's orange juice in the fridge if you get thirsty, and enough things to make a sandwich if you get hungry. You're old enough to feed yourself, so don't expect me to be cooking for you.\" He silently nodded. Their mother rarely cooked much for him, either, so he had learned how to cook some basic things on his own. The idea of asking about school came to him, but Jenny went back to her drink and downed the remains of the glass, only to mix herself a second one, so he didn't want to push his luck right now. She probably already thought about that. It would probably take a bit to get him enrolled somewhere, and he would be pretty behind compared to the rest of his class. It might even just be better to wait until the next school year started to do it.\n\nHe turned and went back into the room that was now his. Though he doubted it would ever feel like his room. He laid the suitcase down and started to pull out his few clothes, hanging the shirts and pants up. He left the underwear and socks in the suitcase for now, since he didn't have a dresser to put them in. He was going to take his towel and put it in the bathroom, but decided instead to bunch it up and set it on the floor. He laid down, using the towel as a pillow. He was... very tired. But he lay with his eyes open. He could hear Jenny's heels clacking as she walked around outside. This was his life now. Living with another woman that hated his guts. He would probably cry if he hadn't been so used to it by now.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nIt was two days before his bed arrived. When it did, it had no frame. Just the box springs and the mattress, which now both sat on the floor in the corner. At least Jenny was 'thoughtful' enough to get a set of sheets for him, too. They were plain and black, and a little rough. Probably the cheapest thing she could find. Still, he had a bed now, so he shouldn't complain too much. He kept to himself as much as he could, doing whatever he could to stay out of his sister's way. Especially at night. She was always stressed out at night. Either with her job interning at a law firm, or with her classes. Thankfully, they all kept her busy during the day, and as long as he didn't make any kind of mess while she was away, she didn't seem to care.\n\nThough he found out she also liked to drink. A lot. Not only did she have a bunch of bottles of booze stashed in the cabinets, but she had come home drunk twice already in the two weeks he had been here. The first time, she seemed to forget he was here now, and had thrown a shoe at him, leaving a bruise on his forehead. The second time, she just told him to fuck off while she watched some TV. At least she didn't still beat him like when they were younger. She used to hit him all the time, even gave him a black eye once. Not that anyone could tell with the black markings around his eyes. She always said he had been playing outside to their mother. Their mother either believed her, or didn't care at the time. Now she just ignored him most of the time. He preferred that. At least she kept food in the fridge, and got him more orange juice to drink. So it wasn't all bad... even if he wasn't really a fan of orange juice.\n\nHe was in the kitchen, about to make himself a late dinner when he heard keys jangling and sliding into the lock on the door open. He winced, hoping he would have had the chance to get some food before Jenny got home. When the door opened, Jenny entered... along with a sheep he didn't recognize. The woman's fur was all white and curly, her top tight but cut low to show off her slight cleavage, her skirt hanging down to her knees. Both the sheep and Jenny were laughing as they came in, arms around each other's shoulders. Both very drunk.\n\nThe sheep stopped as she saw Ben in the kitchen. \"Uh... Jens... there's a little kid in your kitchen...\"\n\nJenny frowned. \"Oh. Yeah, tha's my little brother I told you 'bout. The little shit I was forced to adopt.\" He frowned. She hadn't been forced to do anything. She only did it because she not only got a tax write off from him, but got an additional amount of grant money or scholarship or something from the university for an 'altruistic act' or something. \"Bei... how 'bout you go fuck off for a while so Sisah an' I can have some quality time alone!\"\n\nHe let out a soft sigh, nodding slowly. He guessed he would go hungry tonight, at least until after Jenny went to bed. As he was walking out of the kitchen, he heard the sheep, Sisah, not-so-quietly say \"You didn't mentioned he was a fuck'n hybie.\"\n\nHe froze for a moment as he heard the derogatory term for a hybrid. He balled his fists, mumbling. \"Jia didn't say she knew a dyke bitch, either.\" He normally didn't engage with people, or use terms like that, but he hated being called a hybie. It was considered a pretty bad term these days, and one of the few things that got under his fur. And the fact that Jenny didn't tell her off for saying it meant his sister didn't care, either.\n\nThe sheep scowled at him. \"The fuck did you say, graf?\" He clenched his jaw as she used another. Graf, from the term graft, to artificially attach one species of plant to another. It was an older term, but no less insulting.\n\nDespite his anger boiling under the surface, he remained calm and quiet, shaking his head. \"Nothing.\" He just started off to his room, his fists still clenched.\n\nSisah called after him. \"That's what I thought.\" She laughed. \"Man, he's one ugly fuck.\"\n\nJenny responded with. \"Then why don't you pay attention to something more beautiful in front of you.\" He closed the door to his room after that, not wanting to hear his sister making out with some bitch he didn't know. Even if the idea of two women making out was a little hot. Though he didn't know his sister swung that way.\n\nHe got up onto his bed. He looked at his laptop, tempted to just watch some viewtube videos. Though he was equally tempted to watch some porn, since the idea of two women making out in the next room did get him hard... even as angry as he was. But he really shouldn't while Jenny was home, especially with someone else in the house, too. The last thing he needed was for either of them to walk in while he was jerking off. He actually hadn't done that in... a while. Thinking on it, the last time her jerked off was... to his mother's suicide. He still wasn't sure why he did that.\n\nHe instead pulled out his handheld console and booted up a newer game Chuck had given him while at the Hart House. It was a newer version of the puzzle game he had seen Chuck playing the first day he was there. Something called Popo Popo Burst. He wasn't very good at it, but it was fun. At least it was normally fun. He was a bit too frustrated to tackle the campaign mode, so he just loaded up the solo endless mode to practice. He wished he had some kind of fighting game or something, or that one Beast Hunter game. Something he could just be violent in. But he didn't have any money of his own to buy things, and he was pretty sure Chuck would have said he was too young for a game like that. Though he was pretty sure the beast hunter game was 13 and up, so at 14 he wasn't too old...\n\nHe played his game for a while, doing... honestly pretty bad overall. He had a hard time when the game ramped up to adding a fifth color into the mix, along with getting faster. He eventually turned it off and pulled the ear pieces out, having a listen. He couldn't hear any voices from outside. Hopefully it meant that either Jenny and that sheep bitch had left or gone to bed. Opening his door, he listened again. Still no sounds. Good. He fully made his way out and down the hall, hoping to finally get that dinner he never got, only to stop when he got to the living room. \"Oh...\"\n\nWhile there was no lamb anywhere to be seen, Jenny was still there. She was laid across the recliner sideways, legs hanging over one arm of the chair, her head resting on the other, and breathing slowly. Completely passed out. Her hair had almost completely fallen out of the usually neat bun she kept it in, and her clothes were disheveled. Her jacket was thrown over the back of one chair, her shirt half-way unbuttoned, leaving her surprisingly lacy pink bra exposed, or at least the part of it that kept the two cups connected at the front. Her skirt was... just not on her. He wasn't sure where that ended up, leaving her equally lacy pink panties and soft thighs exposed. He was also pretty sure he saw the outline of her pussy through the panties.\n\nHe stared for a long moment, then quickly turned away when he realized how hard he was getting staring at his older sister. He debated getting a blanket to put over her, but he didn't know where she kept any, other than the sheets on her bed. Plus, she would probably just be angry if he moved things around without permission, even to cover her up. Instead he moved to the kitchen, opening the fridge and, as quietly as he could, pulling out all of the things to make himself a sandwich. It was a pretty basic sandwich, too. Ham and cheese with a single, large leaf of lettuce. He ate it cold, not wanting to risk waking Jenny up with the microwave beeping.\n\nUnfortunately, she woke up anyway, just as he was putting his plate into the dishwasher. \"Mnah...\" She sat up with a slight start, if a sluggish one. \"Whozzere!?\"\n\nHe sighed softly. \"It's just me.\"\n\nShe stared at him bleary eyed and blinking for a moment. Then recognized the kid. \"OH... you.\" She did nothing to hide the disgust in her voice. She half-slid, half-fell out of the chair, managing to get to her feet. \"Where th' fuck'r my pants? Didjoo take m' pants off, ya pervert!?\" She was slurring her words pretty badly.\n\n\"No. You were like that when I came out.\" He didn't look at her, just stared at the counter. \"I don't know where they are. Do... you want me to look for them?\"\n\n\"No...\" She groaned slightly, rubbing the side of her head and making more of a mess of her hair. \"Fuck. I need 'nother drink.\" She stumbled her way over to the kitchen, pushing him out of the way so hard he nearly fell over. \"Get th'fuck outta my way, ya little graf perv shit.\"\n\nHe tensed up as she called him that. It was bad enough that her... girlfriend or whoever that sheep was had called him that, but hearing it from his sister really stung. \"Don't... call me that.\"\n\nShe pulled out a nearly emptied bottle of vodka, then looked at him in confusion. \"What? A pervy shit?\"\n\nHe tightened his jaw. \"Graf. I don't like that word.\"\n\nShe took a large swig of the alcohol, then scoffed. \"Why? Ya are one! A disgusting hibie shit.\" He clenched his fists this time. \"I mean, look at you. Yu've got big ears an' a messed up snout, an' yer all...\" She waved her hand at him as if that meant something. \"Fuck'd up. Mom shoulda just aborted you. But no~ didn't believe it that kinda thing.\" She scoffed again, taking another large gulp of the vodka. \"Instead she kept yer sorry ass around and ya drove her to fucking kill herself!\" She pointed the bottle at him almost like a weapon. \"You drove mom to kill herself! Hope yer happy, ya mixbred little monster!\" He stood there, taking the verbal abuse. Some of what she said rang true, but actually hearing it said out loud strung a lot. He felt himself shaking a little. \"Aww. Ya gonna start crying now?\"\n\nHe tightened his mouth, shaking his head. \"No...\" He wasn't shaking from fighting tears, but trying to keep his anger under control.\n\nShe almost spat at him. \"Course not. Yu've always been stunted. Bet you don't even know what emotions are. Fuck'n retarded, too.\"\n\n\"I'm not.\" According to many of his teachers, he was actually pretty smart for someone his age. Not that he ever felt that meant anything.\n\nJenny just laughed. \"Yeah ya are! Yer a stunted, graf fuckup with half a brain.\"\n\n\"STOP CALLLING ME THAT!\" He shouted so suddenly it surprised himself.\n\nIt surprised Jenny, too. She flinched, staring at the young man who was staring right back with rage. She surprised expression turned to one of hatred and disgust quickly. \"I'll say whatev'r th'fuck I want in my house, you lil' shitstain!\" He gasped as she suddenly swung the bottle in her hands at him. He managed to avoid getting stuck by it, the bottle hitting the counter with a clunk. He had expected it would shatter dramatically, but instead it bounced off, and right out of Jenny's hands, clattering to the ground and spilling the remains of its contents on the floor. \"Fuck'n... look what ya made me do!\"\n\nShe took a swing at him. This time he couldn't avoid the hit, and her fist struck the side of his face. It was a very sloppy hit, but a hard one all the same, making him cry out and take a step back, putting a hand to his cheek. He turned in fear as she started to yell at him again. \"Ya lil' shit! First ya kill mom by not hav'n the decency to die b'fore yoo'r born, an' I gotta fuck'n raise you now. An' then you go and tell me what I can't say 'n my own house!?\" She took another swing at him, but this time he managed not to get hit, making her stumble off balance into the counter.\n\nHe had seen his older sister angry before, but never [i]this[/i] angry. Then again, he had never seen her this drunk, either. \"I-I'm sorry.\" He tried, backing away a step and hoping she would calm down.\n\n\"Sorry? I'll make ya sorry, ya fuck!\" She reached over and grabbed one of the large kitchen knives from the block beside the sink, only to suddenly hurl it at him. Ben let out a fearful cry as the thing flew at him, putting his arms up to protect his face. It hit his forearm... and bounced off of him harmlessly. The throw had been as sloppy as her punches, tumbling end over end and turning around in the air, and only the handle had hit him. The knife clattered to the floor at his feet. Though he still fell over landing on his butt as his legs gave out from the fear of that moment.\n\nHe panted softly. \"Jenny! P-please... c-calm down!\"\n\n\"Calm! I'll be calm when yer outta my fuck'n life!\" She loomed over him. \"Yu've ruined my life ya retarded graf faggot!\"\n\nHis fear was replaced by anger as she kept calling him things over and over. He reached out, grabbing the knife at his feet as he stood up, holding it out threateningly at her. \"STOP CALLING ME THAT!\"\n\nShe looked at the knife in his hand, then snarled at him. \"Are you threating me, ya little fuck!\" She lashed out, trying to swipe the knife out of his hand, but he managed to avoid her. She lunged at him instead, trying to grab him instead of the knife, her hands reaching out for his neck to strangle him. He stepped back, only for his foot to end up right on the bottle she had thrown earlier. He cried out as he fell, landing hard on his ass. Jenny followed with him, still trying to reach out for his neck. He felt the knife in his hand suddenly catch on something and get ripped free of his grip, replaced by something wet, hot and sticky.\n\nJenny suddenly rolled to the side, and he saw what had happened. In her drunken haste to try and strangle him, she fell right onto the knife, the blade catching and sinking into her neck. All he could see was the handle under her chin, blood gushing in a great river around it, soaking into her fur and drooling onto the floor. As she rolled in pain, he saw the tip sticking out of the back of her neck, pierced right through, the edge probably scraping against the bone of her spine. He scrambled backwards away from her as she thrashed and gurgled, blood pouring out of her at an alarming rate. On some instinct, she gripped the handle and pulled the knife out, which only made the matter much worse as she sliced through even more of her own throat, completely slicing through veins and arteries in the process.\n\nHer expression shifted constantly, from her original rage to fear, then pain, fear again, only to settle once more on anger as she stared right at him, her eyes telling him everything. Even now, bleeding out, she hated him, blamed him. This was his fault. Then she started to convulse, looking not at him but at the ceiling. Her whole body started to tremble as she struggled against her own death, grasping at the gushing wound in her throat, as if she could somehow stop the blood flowing so freely around her fingers. Soon, her hands fell away as she started to thrash and twitch like a fish out of water. Her shirt fell farther open in her thrashing, not only revealing the bra more fully, but one of her large breasts slipped free from the cup, flopping and bouncing almost more than she was. He saw her panties start to darken at her crotch as she pissed herself, either in fear or as she lost all control over herself. It was a lot with how much she had been drinking, a growing pool of urine spreading as quickly as the pool of blood under her head.\n\nHe watched as the thrashing slowed to twitches and shivers. His heart raced in his chest as he stared, watching his sister die in front of him, just as sure as he had watched his mother die only a few weeks earlier. And just like with his mother, he found himself incredibly hard from the sight. He wasn't sure if it was the way her tit was flopping all over, or the twitching, or what, but something about watching her die had gotten him incredibly aroused. Even watching her pissing herself didn't deter him, and he actually kind of found it just as arousing, her soaked lacy panties now clung to her pussy enough that he could see the outline of the lips through them. He sat there, his boner raging in his shorts as he watched Jenny finally grow still.\n\nThere was no need for him to check if she was dead. The blood spreading out on the floor was evidence enough of that. He stared at her for a long time, panting hard. This was [i]really[/i] bad! He had only watched while his mother killed herself. He was an active participant this time. He had just murdered his older sister. Even if it was self defense and an accident, she was still dead.\n\nEventually, he crawled over to look at her. She had a look of confusion on her face, but her eyes. Those brown eyes still held contempt for him somehow, even as they stared blankly at nothing. Her last moment was probably cursing him in her head. He let out a sigh. It wasn't like he was going to miss her. He kind of hated her, too, though he never would have said it out loud. Not wanting to stare into her hateful gaze anymore, he turned his attention to the boob that had fallen out of her bra. It was coated in her blood, like most of her front. He still reached out and rested his hand against it, squeezing it slightly. It was almost as soft as his mother's had been, and about as big. He reached out to nudge her shirt open and tug the bra down to let her other tit fall free, watching it bounce a little as it slid out of the lacy fabric.\n\nHis attention drifted down after a moment. She was kind of plump, again much like their mother had been. Pretty common for pandas. But it wasn't her belly that had his attention. He slid his hands down away from her tits, moving down until they rested against her panties. He took a deep breath, then peeled them down away from her hips, sliding them all the way down her soft legs. She didn't have her heels on, so it was easy to get the panties off entirely, setting them to the side. He turned his attention then between those legs. He nudged them open a little, getting a view of her pussy, fully exposed for him. He reached out and touched the damp lips. This was a little different from his mother's. They felt more taut. When he slipped a finger inside, it felt a little more tight inside. Probably because she had never had any kids, unlike their mother.\n\nHis cock demanded attention as well, and he scooted back so he could take his shorts and briefs off, letting it spring free. It throbbed and almost ached. He wrapped his fingers around the length, stroking himself slowly. But then he got another idea. Jenny was just laying there, legs spread, tits flopped out, unable to stop him. He knew he was probably going to go to jail anyway. This might be his only chance to ever do this. They may give him the death penalty... he probably deserved it after everything he'd done all his life. Always disappointing everyone, always making things somehow worse just by participating, making his mother angry all the time, making his sister beat him... driving his mother to kill herself, now murdering his sister... Yeah, he deserved it.\n\nSo thinking he had nothing to lose, he climbed up between his sister's legs and pressed his 14 year old cock against her dead slit. He rubbed his length against her, letting out a soft moan at how it felt. He couldn't hold back very long, and soon moved his hips to thrust inside of her. His moan turned into a louder gasp of pleasure as he felt the slick, soft inner walls around him. He started to move almost on instinct, his hip slapping against hers as he thrust deep. His cock twitched and throbbed inside of her constantly. This felt so much better than jerking off.\n\nAs he fucked her dead pussy, his hands moved back to her tits, gripping the heavy mounds hard enough that his fingers sank a little into the soft flesh. The fact her blood was soaked into the fur and getting all over his hands did not stop him, and it may even have made this somehow better. She would have absolutely hated him for doing this, and that also made this somehow better. She didn't get to stop him. No more yelling, no more hitting him. She would just have to sit there and take it. That thought made him start to thrust that much harder, grunting softly.\n\nHe leaned up a little so he could plunge himself as deep as he could go, his hips hitting her hard enough that her body was shifting back and forth with every thrust. It made her head wobble a little as it lay there, almost like she was subtlety shaking it 'no' at him. He panted as he squeezed her big tits harder, as if he was intending to hurt her, even if she couldn't feel anymore, his little claws digging just slightly into her, though they were not sharp enough to pierce the fatty flesh. He could feel himself getting close already, the pressure building up. There was no way he could hold himself back, even if he wanted to, so he just gripped at her sides and thrust as hard and deep and fast as he could. It made her jostle under him even more, her tits bobbing and flopping and wobbling about more than her head.\n\nAs the pressure built up more and more, he grit his teeth. With a gasping cry, he jammed himself deep and unloaded into her. His cock throbbed and pulsed as it started to spit and shoot his cum into his sister's dead cunt. He thrust forward with every shot, using her slack pussy to milk himself. She would have hated this, too, and that thought kept him dumping what he had into her. He hated her, too.\n\nAs his orgasm faded, he pulled out of her, sitting down on the damp floor. His messy cock still twitched and drooled a little. He watched some of the load he left in her start to drool out of her pussy, dripping onto the floor. He came a lot, just like when he jerked off to his mother's final moments. \"I'm really messed up...\" He sat there, catching his breath and just looking at Jenny, her blood-covered body, her now messy cunt... The gravity of the moment hit him again. He... he was going to be in a lot of trouble.\n\nPanic started to grip him finally. This was bad. This was really bad. And now he did something really bad again. He stood up, slowly moving over her body and grabbed a hand towel that sat for drying dishes, wiping himself off... though it didn't really help. He started to pace around in place, trying to think about what he was going to do next. He took several deep breaths to try and calm himself. He also grabbed his clothing and... would have to get changed. It was all covered in blood and piss. He hadn't realized he set his shorts down in the puddle. And his shirt and fur were bloody.\n\nFirst thing he did was take a very quick shower, washing himself off of everything. He... was also very aware that his cock was still hard. But he ignored it this time. After getting dressed, he came back out and looked around. Jenny's phone sat on the coffee table in the living room. He picked it up, but didn't know who he should call. The cops? They were just going to take one look at the scene and put him in handcuffs. Or just shoot him, put him down like someone might a rabid wild animal. Then he remembered something. George. The rabbit had told him that if he ever needed anything that he should call him. And he was very insistent about that anything.\n\nWith nothing to lose, he dialed the number for the orphanage. It rang for a moment, and he was sure he was going to end up getting a voicemail. Instead, he heard the rabbit's voice. \"This is the Hart House for Wayward Children. This is George Hart speaking. How may I-\"\n\n\"George!\" He blurted out.\n\nThere was a slight pause. \"Ben? Is that you?\"\n\nBen nodded. Then realized how dumb that was over the phone. \"Y-Yes...\"\n\nThe panic in his voice must have been obvious. \"What's up, kiddo? Is something wrong? Did something happen?\"\n\nThe hybrid took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself and his thoughts. Though he still paced around the living room with nervous energy. \"Y-yeah. S-something bad. Like, really really bad.\"\n\n\"Something bad, huh?\" There was a cautious tone to George's voice.\n\n\"Yeah. L-Like, I can't call the cops bad. Th-they'll... they'll arrest me, or, or just shoot me or... I dunno! B-but... I... J-Jia, um Jenny. Sh-she was drunk, and she was yelling and throwing things and she tried to grab me but I had the knife she tried to throw and she fell and...\" He felt his words catch. \"She's dead. Jenny's dead. I killed her! I murdered her! She's-\"\n\n\"Alright, calm down. Take a deep breath.\" The rabbit's voice was calm and even. \"So your sister tried to attack you while drunk, but you defended yourself, and she fell on the knife. That's not murder. That's self-defense.\"\n\nBen whimpered slightly. \"I... I also... w-with her...\" His words were coming out in half-formed sentences and barely finished thoughts. \"I couldn't stop myself!\"\n\nGeorge still seemed to understand. \"Oh. That's okay. It's natural.\" Ben was surprised how calm the rabbit was about all of this. \"Alright. Are you still at home? Did you move her body?\"\n\nHe shook his head, again realizing how dumb it was to do that. \"N-no. She's still in the kitchen. There's... so much blood!\"\n\nGeorge chuckled. \"Yeah, people have a lot of it in them. Gets everywhere when you puncture them. Okay. Did anyone else hear? Neighbors maybe?\"\n\n\"N-no... the apartment next door is empty.\"\n\n\"Okay. Good.\" George took a breath. \"Well, you stay right where you are. I'm going to call someone I know, and they should send a man to help you clean all of that up and deal with this.\"\n\nBen blinked. \"Someone... to help?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Trust me kid, you're not the only guy who has done this kind of thing. Someone will come knocking on your door. I'll tell them to say... Housekeeping. That way you know it's them, and not the cops or someone else. Do what they say, and they'll take care of this for you. Then you should try and sleep. I know it'll be hard, but trust me, try and sleep after all of this is done. Then you can call me in the morning if you want, and we can try and sort out what will happen from here. I'll talk to my friend about it. I'll owe him another favor, but we should have things figured out for you.\"\n\nBen nodded slowly. \"Okay...\"\n\nGeorge chuckled softly. \"You'll be fine, kiddo. We'll get this sorted out soon. And... did you at least enjoy yourself with her?\"\n\nHe blinked. \"Uh... w-what?\"\n\n\"When you used her body. Did you at least have fun?\"\n\n\"I... y-yes?\" He wasn't sure how best to answer that.\n\n\"Good! I'm sure she got what was coming to her anyway. Now, you sit tight. The guy should be there pretty soon. Like I said, he'll say he's housekeeping. Then let him in and let him do his thing.\"\n\n\"O-okay...\" Ben wasn't sure how to take some of that.\n\n\"Alright. I'm going to go now. Like I said, call me after you've had some sleep and we'll figure out what to do next.\"\n\nThe kid nodded slowly. \"Alright. Thank you.\"\n\n\"Of course. Take care, kiddo.\" With that George hung up, leaving Ben alone with his thoughts again. He was surprised how... accepting the rabbit was about all of that. And he knew people that could deal with this? Was he... a mob boss or something? Maybe that was where he got the funding for the orphanage. Ben knew that some businesses had to make deals like that just to stay in business. He knew he didn't know enough about how all of that worked to really form too many theories. At least George wasn't upset, and was sending someone to help. Though the thought came to him that if the rabbit was a mob boss or connected in some way, the guy coming could just be a hitman, sent to clean up any connection to George. Including killing him.\n\nWell, if that was the case then... he figured he deserved it. He had always been a burden on everyone. It wasn't a surprise he'd be a problem again. Just another adult in his life he had disappointed.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nBen was pacing all around the living room for the next two hours. Uncharacteristically, he couldn't manage to sit still, too worried about what was going to happen. He jumped when he heard a hard knock at the front door. He rushed over, about to reach out to open it, but pause. \"Uh... Wh-who is it?\"\n\nA deep, almost rumbling voice replied. \"Housekeeping.\" Ben let out a slight breath of relief. He unlocked the door, then opened it. He half expected to find himself staring at the barrel of a gun, going off and ending his life right then and there like some crime movie. Instead, he was looking at a very large brown bear. The man almost filled the doorway with his broad shoulders and barreled chest. He was also very tall, Ben having to crane his neck to look up at the guy's face. He wore a pair of black rubber overalls over a well-worn dark blue shirt that did nothing to hide the muscles under it all. Ben saw he had a few scars on his face, most looking like claw marks, including one that looked like it had nearly taken his left eye. The guy looked down, then suddenly smiled... though somehow that did not make him look any less imposing. \"You going to let me in?\"\n\nBen blinked. \"Oh, right. Sorry.\" He stepped aside, the bear stepping inside. He carried a large bag with him, almost the same size as Ben.\n\n\"Alright. You must be the kid Rathkin told me about. Benjamin?\"\n\nBen shook his head. \"I-It's just Ben.\" Who was Rathkin? Was that some codename for George? He decided not to ask.\n\nThe bear shrugged. \"Alright. You can call me Mr. Fix.\" He looked around. \"So, where's the mess?\"\n\nThe hybrid blinked, pointing. \"I-In the kitchen...\"\n\nMr. Fix nodded, stepping further in, his heavy boots thumping on the hard wood. As he rounded the counter and saw the dead body on the floor, he chuckled. \"Ah, damn. She was cute. Looks a bit bitchy, though.\" Before Ben could say anything, he just continued talking while setting his bag down. \"I've seen enough of these chicks to judge 'em pretty quick.\" He smirked then. \"Oh, looks like she got some use, too. Was that you?\" Ben just nodded. \"Atta boy. Cunts like that should get filled. And hey, you're a hybrid, right?\" Ben nodded again. \"Cool. Hybrid DNA is super hard to trace properly. Almost as tricky as dragons. Though I guess if she was related to you, the markers would be there to show that.\" He crouched down, opening his bag and pulling out a bunch of things. Mostly cleaning equipment, but also another rubber bag, folded neatly. \"Alright. Is this all of her clothing here?\"\n\nBen stayed in the living room for now. \"U-uh... y-yes.\"\n\nThe bear nodded slowly. \"Alright. What about your clothes? Did they get any blood or cum or anything on them?\"\n\n\"Uh... yeah. I... changed them. And I had a shower...\"\n\nMr. Fix nodded as he laid out the rubber bag on the floor, and Ben could see it was a body bag. \"Alright. Go get them and I'll dispose of them for you. Unless you're really attached to them, you're better of just ditching them with the body.\"\n\n\"O-okay.\" Ben went off to his room, grabbing the clothing he had bundled up and tossed into the trash. When he came back out, the bear was just moving Jenny's body into the rubber bag, laying her out inside of it. He also gave one of her big tits a squeeze before folding her arms to fit inside. \"Um...\" Ben held out the clothing. \"Here it all is...\"\n\nMr. Fix nodded. \"Alright. Just toss it in the bag with her. I'll dispose of it with her body.\" He then slipped on a pair of rubber gloves and a face mask, like the kind painters used. When he spoke again, his deep voice was somewhat muffled by the mask. \"If you've got a sensitive nose, you should stay in the other room. The chemicals I'm gonna use are pretty powerful, but they'll break up all the blood nice and quick. If someone used some luminol, it would look like you just dropped some eggs. Stuff only bonds to protein, not blood specifically.\" He started to spray something that made Ben's head get dizzy the moment he smelled it. \"It's a good excuse, especially since you snuffed the bitch in the kitchen.\"\n\nBen took a few steps away into the living room, away from the powerful cleaning solvents. He had a seat and just watched for a while. The bear chuckled. \"Ah, she pissed herself, too? Fucking slut. Wonder if he came when she died, too.\" He wasn't asking so much as talking to himself.\n\nAfter a few moments, Ben had to ask. \"How... are you going to... uh...\"\n\n\"Dispose of this sexy thing?\" He looked up, and Ben nodded quickly. \"You sure you want to know?\" He nodded again. \"Alright. But I warned you.\" He went back to cleaning. \"I'm going to take her back to my little workshop, cut off her arms, legs, and head, split her belly open to gut her, and then chop everything into small pieces. Then I'm going to dump it all into some really powerful acid that will dissolve her into nothing but a kind of sludge. That'll take about a day. Then I'm going to neutralize the acid with an equally powerful base so it kind of jellifies, and dump the whole fucking mess out in the wetlands outside of the city. Spread it out so it's not all in one spot, of course. Good food for the 'shrooms out there, and some of the bugs like it, too. Not too great for normal plants, but they're fuck'n plants, so who cares, right? Won't kill the trees, that's all anyone gives a shit about around here.\" He chuckled slightly. \"Does keep the wild gators away, though. They're not a fan of the jelly mix. Even if it used to be a person.\" He started to really scrub at a few spots. \"All told, she'll be disappeared completely within three days. No trace of whoever she was.\"\n\n\"Oh.\" Ben just kind of nodded slowly. \"That sounds really... efficient.\"\n\nMr. Fix looked up at him, a little surprised. \"Huh. Thought you'd be tempted to throw up hearing that. This was your first kill, right?\" Ben nodded slowly. \"Huh.\" He shrugged. \"Well, yeah, it's probably the most efficient way to do it. Trying to just feed someone to the gators can leave pieces behind, and that can cause trouble if someone finds a finger or something.\"\n\nBen sat and watched as the man worked. Another question came to him, and he was very hesitant to ask. But it burned at his mind, until he couldn't hold it back anymore. \"Are... you going to kill me and make me disappear, too?\"\n\nThe bear sat up and looked at him, again with a surprised expression. \"No? I hadn't intended to. Wasn't part of what I was told to.\" He tilted his head. \"Why, did you want me to snuff you out while I'm here? Not my normal thing, but if that's your exit strategy, more power to you.\"\n\nThe hybrid blinked several time, then shook his head quickly. \"N-no! No, that's... not what I want. I just thought... that you might, like... be a hitman... silence me so I don't say anything...\"\n\nThe bear stared at him for a second, then burst out laughing. \"You're funny kid!\" He leaned down and started to clean the cabinets. \"No. Trust me, you try and go to the cops and expose all this, you won't last an hour in a jail cell. Nah, I ain't worried about you squealing. Neither is my boss. Besides, I don't think you're the type to do that anyway, are you?\"\n\n\"...No...\"\n\n\"Yeah, didn't think so. People who leave a load in a dead chick don't usually go to the cops about it afterwards. Well, most people. Some crack heads might suddenly get remorseful, but they also don't call someone to clean up their mess first.\" He finished what he was doing and tossed the rags and his gloves and mask into the body bag with Jenny. After one last bout of wiping everything down, he stood up, stretching his back a little. \"Ah. There we go. All nice and cleaned up. Probably the cleanest the kitchen's been in years.\" He moved to zip the body bag up, but stopped before closing it all the way. \"Anything you wanna say to her before I close her up and take her away?\"\n\nBen shook his head. \"No...\"\n\n\"You sure? You'll never see her again after tonight. No one will, for that matter.\"\n\nHe nodded this time. \"I'm sure. I... don't have anything I'd want to say to her. We... weren't that close.\"\n\nThe bear nodded. \"Fair enough.\" He zipped the bag up and then hefted it up, tossing it over his shoulder. \"Get the door for me, would ya?\" Ben nodded, opening the front door for the man and stepping out of the way. He saw that there was a van parked outside, with a pretty generic looking cleaners logo on it, reading 'Mr. Fix Cleaning Services' and a smiling cartoon sponge. The bear loaded Jenny into the back of the van, then headed back to the door and inside to collect the rest of his things. \"Alright. I'd stay out of the kitchen for a day while everything dries. Maybe crack a window, too. Just to be sure. Like I said, stuff's powerful. Don't want to accidentally gas yourself.\"\n\nBen nodded slowly. \"O-okay. Um... thank you?\"\n\nMr. Fix chuckled. \"Not a problem, kid.\" He reached into his pocket and fished out a business card, handing it out. \"Here. If you ever need my help again, you give me a call. Heck, if it's something sexy enough, I might even do it for free.\"\n\nBen took the card, seeing it had the same logo as the van, a phone number and an e-mail address. No website, though. \"Okay...\"\n\nHe grunted as a heavy hand patted his shoulder, almost hard enough to knock him down. \"Don't worry about it, kid. The first one's always the most scary. If you plan on doing this more, you'll figure things out. And if ya don't, then you've got nothing to worry about.\" He gave a smile. \"But, uh... call it a hunch, but I think I'll be seeing you again some day.\" He gave a wink, then headed to the door. \"Take care of yourself, kid.\" He gave a wave and closed the door behind him. Ben just stared, hearing the van starting up and pulling away a few minutes later.\n\nHe looked down at the business card in his hand. \"Do it again?\" He hadn't planned on it. Then again, the last two times he had seen a dead body, he had cum harder than ever before. Maybe George knew he had this kind of messed up kink? Did George kill people, too? And there was the bear, and whoever Rathkin was. He had a feeling he just accidentally found out about something he shouldn't have. Some truth about the world he wasn't supposed to know.\n\nMaking his way to his room, he set the card down on his desk, which still didn't have a chair to go with it. Then he moved to his bed and just fell onto it, almost collapsing with sudden exhaustion. He was completely wiped from everything that happened in the last few hours. And he would have another big day tomorrow, talking to George about what was going to happen... and he had a lot to think about. But he wasn't thinking about anything now. It did not take him long to fall asleep. Though he had dreams while he slept. He knew he would. But unlike what he thought, he did not have nightmares. Instead, he had very... sexual dreams. With his mother. His sister. And that sheep from earlier. And the idea of 'doing it again' happened in his dreams. His very bloody, sexy dreams.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Generational Hatred

Part 2

By XP Author


Ben sat in the office, clutching his backpack so tight his hands shook a little. He was really not looking forward to this. A small, black suitcase sat in front of him, packed with the few clothes he had. He had only spent a little over three weeks at the orphanage before getting word that his sister was actually going to take custody of him. She had flown up from Orlando that morning. She was supposed to be here to collect him soon. He had not seen her in years, not since she left the state to go to FSU for her doctorate. She was in her final year now. She had never been particularly nice to him when she was living at home, so he didn't expect much would have changed in the last 4 years.

George sat beside him, giving him a smile as he saw the apprehension on the young hybrid. "Hey, don't worry, Ben. I'm sure things will work out just fine." Ben just nodded, staring at his single piece of luggage. All of the things he really cared about were in his backpack. His Gamecub3DD, several games, and a notebook Chuck had given him with a few pictures of his short time staying here. The newest thing that was his was a laptop, a gift from Molly, the nice rabbit that was the tutor for the orphans at Hart House. Though it was given to help him with his studies, she said it was his to keep.

The door to the office opened, and his sister Jenny walked in. She looked far more like a typical panda than he did. 28 years old, short, and slightly plump around the middle, with her black hair tied into a bun. She wore a well fitted business suit in charcoal grey, with a striking red tie and white shirt under the suit jacket. She looked at Ben, and even though she didn't say anything, he could almost feel her disgust for him, hatred in her brown eyes. She then looked at George. "You the owner of this place?"

George nodded as he stood up, reaching a hand out to shake. "Yes. I'm George Hart. You must be Chen Jia?"

She didn't take his hand. "Jenny." She corrected. "Is there some kind of paperwork I need to sign?"

The older rabbit just smiled, but Ben could tell the man had already judged her poorly from that very brief interaction. "Yes. Just a few things. I will need to see a photo ID, of course. For legal reasons, you understand."

Jenny sighed and pulled her passport out of her pocket. "I assume this will do?"

George nodded. "Yes, of course." He motioned to a small counter. "Just over here. Just have a few legal documents for you to sign before we can hand over custody. If you have any questions, I can answ-"

"I'm about to get my doctorate in law, Mr. Hart. I don't need you to explain things to me." She moved over to the counter. "Just show me the documents and I'll read them myself."

He laughed slightly, doing his best not to show his annoyance. Even if Ben could read it clear as day in his tense body language. "Of course." He held out the documents and Jenny snatched them out of his hands. She read through everything quickly, flipping through the pages one by one. "Mmm, good enough. Guess you've got a good lawyer working for you." She slapped the papers down and scratched her signature in the places it was required, initialing a few others. Before George could say anything, she thrust the papers back out to him. "Here. That's all?"

He nodded slowly, taking the papers and looking to make sure she signed the right spots. "Yes." He handed her passport back after having made a copy of it. "Here you g-"

She snatched it back out of his hand and stuffed it into her pocket again. "Good." She turned to Ben. "C'mon, Bei-Yihan."

Ben frowned as he stood up. "Ben..." he tried to correct. "Can I say goodbye to my friends first?"

She scoffed at him, as if the notion of him having friends was absurd. "No. We don't have all day. I told the taxi to wait, and they're damned expensive in this city. So hurry up, Bei-Yihan."

He hated how she kept using his full name, even though she never used her own. He reached out to take hold of his suitcase's handle, only for a hand to gently rest on his shoulder. "I'll tell Mina and Chuck you said goodbye. I think Mina will miss you." Ben smiled slightly hearing that. He hadn't exactly gotten close to the energetic young rabbit, but she was nice enough. Closest thing to a friend he had. "And, if you ever need anything." He looked pointedly at the panda standing at the door. "And I mean anything... don't hesitate to give me a call."

Ben tilted his head. "I'm... going to Florida. It's a little far from New York..."

The older rabbit smiled. "Don't you worry about that. I have friends all over. So if you're ever in trouble, or you need help, you call me. I promise, no matter what it is, I'll have someone give you a hand with anything." Ben wasn't sure exactly what the older man was insinuating, especially when he added. "And I mean anything." Something about that put the young hybrid a little on edge, like George knew something he didn't.

"Um... o-okay." He gave an awkward smile then followed his sister out of the office and the building entirely. Sure enough, there was a taxi waiting at the bottom of the steps. As Jenny's heels clacked going down the stone steps, he stopped and looked back at the building one last time, just knowing he would never see it again.

Jenny called up to him, dropping any mask of false politeness she had from before, not that it was all that much to begin with. "C'mon, you little shit. Hurry it up! I can't afford to let this guy sit all day!" He let out a sigh and went down the steps, putting his luggage into the trunk. Though he kept his backpack with him, putting it on his lap once he was in the back seat of the taxi. Jenny spoke to the wolf in the driver's seat. "Alright. Back to the airport." The wolf nodded and within a moment they were out on the road.

Ben blinked. "The... airport?" He had assumed she would take him to a hotel or something and they would leave in the morning.

She scoffed. "I fled this shitty city the first chance I could. You think I'd spend a second longer here than I have to? No. I booked a same day round trip. Our flight leaves in 4 hours. And yes, I'll buy you lunch at the terminal lobby before we take off, so don't start complaining or something, got it?" He just nodded slowly, staying silent. She still hated him. It was like having to deal with him was some kind of massive inconvenience to her. So things wouldn't be too different from normal for him than they always were.

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Ben had stayed quiet the whole time. From the moment they left the orphanage to the moment they arrived at his new home, he hadn't said more than a dozen words. Mostly 'thank you' when he was given a very cheap burger for his lunch, and 'okay' when told to get moving. Now they were at Jenny's apartment. It was a small building in the suburbs of Orlando. A duplex, she was on the right 'A' side. She opened the door and flicked a few lights on. The interior was decorated very simply. Almost to the point of minimalism. Almost nothing was on the white walls, the floor was a simple polished hardwood, and the single shelf he saw had legal books and her diplomas on display, as well as her license to practice law. Or one copy of it, anyway.

She let out a tired sigh, going straight to the kitchen just past the nearly empty living room. "Fuck I need a drink." She pulled several things out and started to pour them into a glass. He was pretty sure at least two of them were alcoholic. Once she had mixed herself whatever it was and downed almost half of it in one go, she gave him a look. "What the fuck are you just standing there for?"

He flinched a little, still clutching his backpack. "Um... w-where... do I put my... things?"

She sighed heavily, setting the glass down so hard he thought it might break. "Right. C'mon." She tromped off down another hall, her heels clacking on the hard floor the whole way. He followed and she pointed to a door. "In there. It's the spare room. Or it was. I cleaned all of my things out, so I guess it's your room now. But don't go acting like you own the place. Nothing gets pinned or nailed to the walls, you understand?" He nodded. The room was pretty empty. An empty shelf sat against one wall, the closet doors sat open showing there was nothing inside, and there was a desk against another wall. All the walls were a soft pale blue. The desk had no chair, and the single window had a set of dark blue curtains. The thing that struck him most was... the lack of a bed.

"Where... am I going to sleep?"

Jenny shrugged. "I ordered you a bed, but it won't come for a few days. So I guess you'll be on the floor until then. I'm not letting you sleep on my couch." She pointed a finger at him, almost prodding him in the chest. "And don't even think of asking to sleep in my bed!"

He shook his head quickly. "I-I... won't..."

"Good." She turned and started to walk away. "There's orange juice in the fridge if you get thirsty, and enough things to make a sandwich if you get hungry. You're old enough to feed yourself, so don't expect me to be cooking for you." He silently nodded. Their mother rarely cooked much for him, either, so he had learned how to cook some basic things on his own. The idea of asking about school came to him, but Jenny went back to her drink and downed the remains of the glass, only to mix herself a second one, so he didn't want to push his luck right now. She probably already thought about that. It would probably take a bit to get him enrolled somewhere, and he would be pretty behind compared to the rest of his class. It might even just be better to wait until the next school year started to do it.

He turned and went back into the room that was now his. Though he doubted it would ever feel like his room. He laid the suitcase down and started to pull out his few clothes, hanging the shirts and pants up. He left the underwear and socks in the suitcase for now, since he didn't have a dresser to put them in. He was going to take his towel and put it in the bathroom, but decided instead to bunch it up and set it on the floor. He laid down, using the towel as a pillow. He was... very tired. But he lay with his eyes open. He could hear Jenny's heels clacking as she walked around outside. This was his life now. Living with another woman that hated his guts. He would probably cry if he hadn't been so used to it by now.

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It was two days before his bed arrived. When it did, it had no frame. Just the box springs and the mattress, which now both sat on the floor in the corner. At least Jenny was 'thoughtful' enough to get a set of sheets for him, too. They were plain and black, and a little rough. Probably the cheapest thing she could find. Still, he had a bed now, so he shouldn't complain too much. He kept to himself as much as he could, doing whatever he could to stay out of his sister's way. Especially at night. She was always stressed out at night. Either with her job interning at a law firm, or with her classes. Thankfully, they all kept her busy during the day, and as long as he didn't make any kind of mess while she was away, she didn't seem to care.

Though he found out she also liked to drink. A lot. Not only did she have a bunch of bottles of booze stashed in the cabinets, but she had come home drunk twice already in the two weeks he had been here. The first time, she seemed to forget he was here now, and had thrown a shoe at him, leaving a bruise on his forehead. The second time, she just told him to fuck off while she watched some TV. At least she didn't still beat him like when they were younger. She used to hit him all the time, even gave him a black eye once. Not that anyone could tell with the black markings around his eyes. She always said he had been playing outside to their mother. Their mother either believed her, or didn't care at the time. Now she just ignored him most of the time. He preferred that. At least she kept food in the fridge, and got him more orange juice to drink. So it wasn't all bad... even if he wasn't really a fan of orange juice.

He was in the kitchen, about to make himself a late dinner when he heard keys jangling and sliding into the lock on the door open. He winced, hoping he would have had the chance to get some food before Jenny got home. When the door opened, Jenny entered... along with a sheep he didn't recognize. The woman's fur was all white and curly, her top tight but cut low to show off her slight cleavage, her skirt hanging down to her knees. Both the sheep and Jenny were laughing as they came in, arms around each other's shoulders. Both very drunk.

The sheep stopped as she saw Ben in the kitchen. "Uh... Jens... there's a little kid in your kitchen..."

Jenny frowned. "Oh. Yeah, tha's my little brother I told you 'bout. The little shit I was forced to adopt." He frowned. She hadn't been forced to do anything. She only did it because she not only got a tax write off from him, but got an additional amount of grant money or scholarship or something from the university for an 'altruistic act' or something. "Bei... how 'bout you go fuck off for a while so Sisah an' I can have some quality time alone!"

He let out a soft sigh, nodding slowly. He guessed he would go hungry tonight, at least until after Jenny went to bed. As he was walking out of the kitchen, he heard the sheep, Sisah, not-so-quietly say "You didn't mentioned he was a fuck'n hybie."

He froze for a moment as he heard the derogatory term for a hybrid. He balled his fists, mumbling. "Jia didn't say she knew a dyke bitch, either." He normally didn't engage with people, or use terms like that, but he hated being called a hybie. It was considered a pretty bad term these days, and one of the few things that got under his fur. And the fact that Jenny didn't tell her off for saying it meant his sister didn't care, either.

The sheep scowled at him. "The fuck did you say, graf?" He clenched his jaw as she used another. Graf, from the term graft, to artificially attach one species of plant to another. It was an older term, but no less insulting.

Despite his anger boiling under the surface, he remained calm and quiet, shaking his head. "Nothing." He just started off to his room, his fists still clenched.

Sisah called after him. "That's what I thought." She laughed. "Man, he's one ugly fuck."

Jenny responded with. "Then why don't you pay attention to something more beautiful in front of you." He closed the door to his room after that, not wanting to hear his sister making out with some bitch he didn't know. Even if the idea of two women making out was a little hot. Though he didn't know his sister swung that way.

He got up onto his bed. He looked at his laptop, tempted to just watch some viewtube videos. Though he was equally tempted to watch some porn, since the idea of two women making out in the next room did get him hard... even as angry as he was. But he really shouldn't while Jenny was home, especially with someone else in the house, too. The last thing he needed was for either of them to walk in while he was jerking off. He actually hadn't done that in... a while. Thinking on it, the last time her jerked off was... to his mother's suicide. He still wasn't sure why he did that.

He instead pulled out his handheld console and booted up a newer game Chuck had given him while at the Hart House. It was a newer version of the puzzle game he had seen Chuck playing the first day he was there. Something called Popo Popo Burst. He wasn't very good at it, but it was fun. At least it was normally fun. He was a bit too frustrated to tackle the campaign mode, so he just loaded up the solo endless mode to practice. He wished he had some kind of fighting game or something, or that one Beast Hunter game. Something he could just be violent in. But he didn't have any money of his own to buy things, and he was pretty sure Chuck would have said he was too young for a game like that. Though he was pretty sure the beast hunter game was 13 and up, so at 14 he wasn't too old...

He played his game for a while, doing... honestly pretty bad overall. He had a hard time when the game ramped up to adding a fifth color into the mix, along with getting faster. He eventually turned it off and pulled the ear pieces out, having a listen. He couldn't hear any voices from outside. Hopefully it meant that either Jenny and that sheep bitch had left or gone to bed. Opening his door, he listened again. Still no sounds. Good. He fully made his way out and down the hall, hoping to finally get that dinner he never got, only to stop when he got to the living room. "Oh..."

While there was no lamb anywhere to be seen, Jenny was still there. She was laid across the recliner sideways, legs hanging over one arm of the chair, her head resting on the other, and breathing slowly. Completely passed out. Her hair had almost completely fallen out of the usually neat bun she kept it in, and her clothes were disheveled. Her jacket was thrown over the back of one chair, her shirt half-way unbuttoned, leaving her surprisingly lacy pink bra exposed, or at least the part of it that kept the two cups connected at the front. Her skirt was... just not on her. He wasn't sure where that ended up, leaving her equally lacy pink panties and soft thighs exposed. He was also pretty sure he saw the outline of her pussy through the panties.

He stared for a long moment, then quickly turned away when he realized how hard he was getting staring at his older sister. He debated getting a blanket to put over her, but he didn't know where she kept any, other than the sheets on her bed. Plus, she would probably just be angry if he moved things around without permission, even to cover her up. Instead he moved to the kitchen, opening the fridge and, as quietly as he could, pulling out all of the things to make himself a sandwich. It was a pretty basic sandwich, too. Ham and cheese with a single, large leaf of lettuce. He ate it cold, not wanting to risk waking Jenny up with the microwave beeping.

Unfortunately, she woke up anyway, just as he was putting his plate into the dishwasher. "Mnah..." She sat up with a slight start, if a sluggish one. "Whozzere!?"

He sighed softly. "It's just me."

She stared at him bleary eyed and blinking for a moment. Then recognized the kid. "OH... you." She did nothing to hide the disgust in her voice. She half-slid, half-fell out of the chair, managing to get to her feet. "Where th' fuck'r my pants? Didjoo take m' pants off, ya pervert!?" She was slurring her words pretty badly.

"No. You were like that when I came out." He didn't look at her, just stared at the counter. "I don't know where they are. Do... you want me to look for them?"

"No..." She groaned slightly, rubbing the side of her head and making more of a mess of her hair. "Fuck. I need 'nother drink." She stumbled her way over to the kitchen, pushing him out of the way so hard he nearly fell over. "Get th'fuck outta my way, ya little graf perv shit."

He tensed up as she called him that. It was bad enough that her... girlfriend or whoever that sheep was had called him that, but hearing it from his sister really stung. "Don't... call me that."

She pulled out a nearly emptied bottle of vodka, then looked at him in confusion. "What? A pervy shit?"

He tightened his jaw. "Graf. I don't like that word."

She took a large swig of the alcohol, then scoffed. "Why? Ya are one! A disgusting hibie shit." He clenched his fists this time. "I mean, look at you. Yu've got big ears an' a messed up snout, an' yer all..." She waved her hand at him as if that meant something. "Fuck'd up. Mom shoulda just aborted you. But no~ didn't believe it that kinda thing." She scoffed again, taking another large gulp of the vodka. "Instead she kept yer sorry ass around and ya drove her to fucking kill herself!" She pointed the bottle at him almost like a weapon. "You drove mom to kill herself! Hope yer happy, ya mixbred little monster!" He stood there, taking the verbal abuse. Some of what she said rang true, but actually hearing it said out loud strung a lot. He felt himself shaking a little. "Aww. Ya gonna start crying now?"

He tightened his mouth, shaking his head. "No..." He wasn't shaking from fighting tears, but trying to keep his anger under control.

She almost spat at him. "Course not. Yu've always been stunted. Bet you don't even know what emotions are. Fuck'n retarded, too."

"I'm not." According to many of his teachers, he was actually pretty smart for someone his age. Not that he ever felt that meant anything.

Jenny just laughed. "Yeah ya are! Yer a stunted, graf fuckup with half a brain."

"STOP CALLLING ME THAT!" He shouted so suddenly it surprised himself.

It surprised Jenny, too. She flinched, staring at the young man who was staring right back with rage. She surprised expression turned to one of hatred and disgust quickly. "I'll say whatev'r th'fuck I want in my house, you lil' shitstain!" He gasped as she suddenly swung the bottle in her hands at him. He managed to avoid getting stuck by it, the bottle hitting the counter with a clunk. He had expected it would shatter dramatically, but instead it bounced off, and right out of Jenny's hands, clattering to the ground and spilling the remains of its contents on the floor. "Fuck'n... look what ya made me do!"

She took a swing at him. This time he couldn't avoid the hit, and her fist struck the side of his face. It was a very sloppy hit, but a hard one all the same, making him cry out and take a step back, putting a hand to his cheek. He turned in fear as she started to yell at him again. "Ya lil' shit! First ya kill mom by not hav'n the decency to die b'fore yoo'r born, an' I gotta fuck'n raise you now. An' then you go and tell me what I can't say 'n my own house!?" She took another swing at him, but this time he managed not to get hit, making her stumble off balance into the counter.

He had seen his older sister angry before, but never this angry. Then again, he had never seen her this drunk, either. "I-I'm sorry." He tried, backing away a step and hoping she would calm down.

"Sorry? I'll make ya sorry, ya fuck!" She reached over and grabbed one of the large kitchen knives from the block beside the sink, only to suddenly hurl it at him. Ben let out a fearful cry as the thing flew at him, putting his arms up to protect his face. It hit his forearm... and bounced off of him harmlessly. The throw had been as sloppy as her punches, tumbling end over end and turning around in the air, and only the handle had hit him. The knife clattered to the floor at his feet. Though he still fell over landing on his butt as his legs gave out from the fear of that moment.

He panted softly. "Jenny! P-please... c-calm down!"

"Calm! I'll be calm when yer outta my fuck'n life!" She loomed over him. "Yu've ruined my life ya retarded graf faggot!"

His fear was replaced by anger as she kept calling him things over and over. He reached out, grabbing the knife at his feet as he stood up, holding it out threateningly at her. "STOP CALLING ME THAT!"

She looked at the knife in his hand, then snarled at him. "Are you threating me, ya little fuck!" She lashed out, trying to swipe the knife out of his hand, but he managed to avoid her. She lunged at him instead, trying to grab him instead of the knife, her hands reaching out for his neck to strangle him. He stepped back, only for his foot to end up right on the bottle she had thrown earlier. He cried out as he fell, landing hard on his ass. Jenny followed with him, still trying to reach out for his neck. He felt the knife in his hand suddenly catch on something and get ripped free of his grip, replaced by something wet, hot and sticky.

Jenny suddenly rolled to the side, and he saw what had happened. In her drunken haste to try and strangle him, she fell right onto the knife, the blade catching and sinking into her neck. All he could see was the handle under her chin, blood gushing in a great river around it, soaking into her fur and drooling onto the floor. As she rolled in pain, he saw the tip sticking out of the back of her neck, pierced right through, the edge probably scraping against the bone of her spine. He scrambled backwards away from her as she thrashed and gurgled, blood pouring out of her at an alarming rate. On some instinct, she gripped the handle and pulled the knife out, which only made the matter much worse as she sliced through even more of her own throat, completely slicing through veins and arteries in the process.

Her expression shifted constantly, from her original rage to fear, then pain, fear again, only to settle once more on anger as she stared right at him, her eyes telling him everything. Even now, bleeding out, she hated him, blamed him. This was his fault. Then she started to convulse, looking not at him but at the ceiling. Her whole body started to tremble as she struggled against her own death, grasping at the gushing wound in her throat, as if she could somehow stop the blood flowing so freely around her fingers. Soon, her hands fell away as she started to thrash and twitch like a fish out of water. Her shirt fell farther open in her thrashing, not only revealing the bra more fully, but one of her large breasts slipped free from the cup, flopping and bouncing almost more than she was. He saw her panties start to darken at her crotch as she pissed herself, either in fear or as she lost all control over herself. It was a lot with how much she had been drinking, a growing pool of urine spreading as quickly as the pool of blood under her head.

He watched as the thrashing slowed to twitches and shivers. His heart raced in his chest as he stared, watching his sister die in front of him, just as sure as he had watched his mother die only a few weeks earlier. And just like with his mother, he found himself incredibly hard from the sight. He wasn't sure if it was the way her tit was flopping all over, or the twitching, or what, but something about watching her die had gotten him incredibly aroused. Even watching her pissing herself didn't deter him, and he actually kind of found it just as arousing, her soaked lacy panties now clung to her pussy enough that he could see the outline of the lips through them. He sat there, his boner raging in his shorts as he watched Jenny finally grow still.

There was no need for him to check if she was dead. The blood spreading out on the floor was evidence enough of that. He stared at her for a long time, panting hard. This was really bad! He had only watched while his mother killed herself. He was an active participant this time. He had just murdered his older sister. Even if it was self defense and an accident, she was still dead.

Eventually, he crawled over to look at her. She had a look of confusion on her face, but her eyes. Those brown eyes still held contempt for him somehow, even as they stared blankly at nothing. Her last moment was probably cursing him in her head. He let out a sigh. It wasn't like he was going to miss her. He kind of hated her, too, though he never would have said it out loud. Not wanting to stare into her hateful gaze anymore, he turned his attention to the boob that had fallen out of her bra. It was coated in her blood, like most of her front. He still reached out and rested his hand against it, squeezing it slightly. It was almost as soft as his mother's had been, and about as big. He reached out to nudge her shirt open and tug the bra down to let her other tit fall free, watching it bounce a little as it slid out of the lacy fabric.

His attention drifted down after a moment. She was kind of plump, again much like their mother had been. Pretty common for pandas. But it wasn't her belly that had his attention. He slid his hands down away from her tits, moving down until they rested against her panties. He took a deep breath, then peeled them down away from her hips, sliding them all the way down her soft legs. She didn't have her heels on, so it was easy to get the panties off entirely, setting them to the side. He turned his attention then between those legs. He nudged them open a little, getting a view of her pussy, fully exposed for him. He reached out and touched the damp lips. This was a little different from his mother's. They felt more taut. When he slipped a finger inside, it felt a little more tight inside. Probably because she had never had any kids, unlike their mother.

His cock demanded attention as well, and he scooted back so he could take his shorts and briefs off, letting it spring free. It throbbed and almost ached. He wrapped his fingers around the length, stroking himself slowly. But then he got another idea. Jenny was just laying there, legs spread, tits flopped out, unable to stop him. He knew he was probably going to go to jail anyway. This might be his only chance to ever do this. They may give him the death penalty... he probably deserved it after everything he'd done all his life. Always disappointing everyone, always making things somehow worse just by participating, making his mother angry all the time, making his sister beat him... driving his mother to kill herself, now murdering his sister... Yeah, he deserved it.

So thinking he had nothing to lose, he climbed up between his sister's legs and pressed his 14 year old cock against her dead slit. He rubbed his length against her, letting out a soft moan at how it felt. He couldn't hold back very long, and soon moved his hips to thrust inside of her. His moan turned into a louder gasp of pleasure as he felt the slick, soft inner walls around him. He started to move almost on instinct, his hip slapping against hers as he thrust deep. His cock twitched and throbbed inside of her constantly. This felt so much better than jerking off.

As he fucked her dead pussy, his hands moved back to her tits, gripping the heavy mounds hard enough that his fingers sank a little into the soft flesh. The fact her blood was soaked into the fur and getting all over his hands did not stop him, and it may even have made this somehow better. She would have absolutely hated him for doing this, and that also made this somehow better. She didn't get to stop him. No more yelling, no more hitting him. She would just have to sit there and take it. That thought made him start to thrust that much harder, grunting softly.

He leaned up a little so he could plunge himself as deep as he could go, his hips hitting her hard enough that her body was shifting back and forth with every thrust. It made her head wobble a little as it lay there, almost like she was subtlety shaking it 'no' at him. He panted as he squeezed her big tits harder, as if he was intending to hurt her, even if she couldn't feel anymore, his little claws digging just slightly into her, though they were not sharp enough to pierce the fatty flesh. He could feel himself getting close already, the pressure building up. There was no way he could hold himself back, even if he wanted to, so he just gripped at her sides and thrust as hard and deep and fast as he could. It made her jostle under him even more, her tits bobbing and flopping and wobbling about more than her head.

As the pressure built up more and more, he grit his teeth. With a gasping cry, he jammed himself deep and unloaded into her. His cock throbbed and pulsed as it started to spit and shoot his cum into his sister's dead cunt. He thrust forward with every shot, using her slack pussy to milk himself. She would have hated this, too, and that thought kept him dumping what he had into her. He hated her, too.

As his orgasm faded, he pulled out of her, sitting down on the damp floor. His messy cock still twitched and drooled a little. He watched some of the load he left in her start to drool out of her pussy, dripping onto the floor. He came a lot, just like when he jerked off to his mother's final moments. "I'm really messed up..." He sat there, catching his breath and just looking at Jenny, her blood-covered body, her now messy cunt... The gravity of the moment hit him again. He... he was going to be in a lot of trouble.

Panic started to grip him finally. This was bad. This was really bad. And now he did something really bad again. He stood up, slowly moving over her body and grabbed a hand towel that sat for drying dishes, wiping himself off... though it didn't really help. He started to pace around in place, trying to think about what he was going to do next. He took several deep breaths to try and calm himself. He also grabbed his clothing and... would have to get changed. It was all covered in blood and piss. He hadn't realized he set his shorts down in the puddle. And his shirt and fur were bloody.

First thing he did was take a very quick shower, washing himself off of everything. He... was also very aware that his cock was still hard. But he ignored it this time. After getting dressed, he came back out and looked around. Jenny's phone sat on the coffee table in the living room. He picked it up, but didn't know who he should call. The cops? They were just going to take one look at the scene and put him in handcuffs. Or just shoot him, put him down like someone might a rabid wild animal. Then he remembered something. George. The rabbit had told him that if he ever needed anything that he should call him. And he was very insistent about that anything.

With nothing to lose, he dialed the number for the orphanage. It rang for a moment, and he was sure he was going to end up getting a voicemail. Instead, he heard the rabbit's voice. "This is the Hart House for Wayward Children. This is George Hart speaking. How may I-"

"George!" He blurted out.

There was a slight pause. "Ben? Is that you?"

Ben nodded. Then realized how dumb that was over the phone. "Y-Yes..."

The panic in his voice must have been obvious. "What's up, kiddo? Is something wrong? Did something happen?"

The hybrid took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself and his thoughts. Though he still paced around the living room with nervous energy. "Y-yeah. S-something bad. Like, really really bad."

"Something bad, huh?" There was a cautious tone to George's voice.

"Yeah. L-Like, I can't call the cops bad. Th-they'll... they'll arrest me, or, or just shoot me or... I dunno! B-but... I... J-Jia, um Jenny. Sh-she was drunk, and she was yelling and throwing things and she tried to grab me but I had the knife she tried to throw and she fell and..." He felt his words catch. "She's dead. Jenny's dead. I killed her! I murdered her! She's-"

"Alright, calm down. Take a deep breath." The rabbit's voice was calm and even. "So your sister tried to attack you while drunk, but you defended yourself, and she fell on the knife. That's not murder. That's self-defense."

Ben whimpered slightly. "I... I also... w-with her..." His words were coming out in half-formed sentences and barely finished thoughts. "I couldn't stop myself!"

George still seemed to understand. "Oh. That's okay. It's natural." Ben was surprised how calm the rabbit was about all of this. "Alright. Are you still at home? Did you move her body?"

He shook his head, again realizing how dumb it was to do that. "N-no. She's still in the kitchen. There's... so much blood!"

George chuckled. "Yeah, people have a lot of it in them. Gets everywhere when you puncture them. Okay. Did anyone else hear? Neighbors maybe?"

"N-no... the apartment next door is empty."

"Okay. Good." George took a breath. "Well, you stay right where you are. I'm going to call someone I know, and they should send a man to help you clean all of that up and deal with this."

Ben blinked. "Someone... to help?"

"Yeah. Trust me kid, you're not the only guy who has done this kind of thing. Someone will come knocking on your door. I'll tell them to say... Housekeeping. That way you know it's them, and not the cops or someone else. Do what they say, and they'll take care of this for you. Then you should try and sleep. I know it'll be hard, but trust me, try and sleep after all of this is done. Then you can call me in the morning if you want, and we can try and sort out what will happen from here. I'll talk to my friend about it. I'll owe him another favor, but we should have things figured out for you."

Ben nodded slowly. "Okay..."

George chuckled softly. "You'll be fine, kiddo. We'll get this sorted out soon. And... did you at least enjoy yourself with her?"

He blinked. "Uh... w-what?"

"When you used her body. Did you at least have fun?"

"I... y-yes?" He wasn't sure how best to answer that.

"Good! I'm sure she got what was coming to her anyway. Now, you sit tight. The guy should be there pretty soon. Like I said, he'll say he's housekeeping. Then let him in and let him do his thing."

"O-okay..." Ben wasn't sure how to take some of that.

"Alright. I'm going to go now. Like I said, call me after you've had some sleep and we'll figure out what to do next."

The kid nodded slowly. "Alright. Thank you."

"Of course. Take care, kiddo." With that George hung up, leaving Ben alone with his thoughts again. He was surprised how... accepting the rabbit was about all of that. And he knew people that could deal with this? Was he... a mob boss or something? Maybe that was where he got the funding for the orphanage. Ben knew that some businesses had to make deals like that just to stay in business. He knew he didn't know enough about how all of that worked to really form too many theories. At least George wasn't upset, and was sending someone to help. Though the thought came to him that if the rabbit was a mob boss or connected in some way, the guy coming could just be a hitman, sent to clean up any connection to George. Including killing him.

Well, if that was the case then... he figured he deserved it. He had always been a burden on everyone. It wasn't a surprise he'd be a problem again. Just another adult in his life he had disappointed.

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Ben was pacing all around the living room for the next two hours. Uncharacteristically, he couldn't manage to sit still, too worried about what was going to happen. He jumped when he heard a hard knock at the front door. He rushed over, about to reach out to open it, but pause. "Uh... Wh-who is it?"

A deep, almost rumbling voice replied. "Housekeeping." Ben let out a slight breath of relief. He unlocked the door, then opened it. He half expected to find himself staring at the barrel of a gun, going off and ending his life right then and there like some crime movie. Instead, he was looking at a very large brown bear. The man almost filled the doorway with his broad shoulders and barreled chest. He was also very tall, Ben having to crane his neck to look up at the guy's face. He wore a pair of black rubber overalls over a well-worn dark blue shirt that did nothing to hide the muscles under it all. Ben saw he had a few scars on his face, most looking like claw marks, including one that looked like it had nearly taken his left eye. The guy looked down, then suddenly smiled... though somehow that did not make him look any less imposing. "You going to let me in?"

Ben blinked. "Oh, right. Sorry." He stepped aside, the bear stepping inside. He carried a large bag with him, almost the same size as Ben.

"Alright. You must be the kid Rathkin told me about. Benjamin?"

Ben shook his head. "I-It's just Ben." Who was Rathkin? Was that some codename for George? He decided not to ask.

The bear shrugged. "Alright. You can call me Mr. Fix." He looked around. "So, where's the mess?"

The hybrid blinked, pointing. "I-In the kitchen..."

Mr. Fix nodded, stepping further in, his heavy boots thumping on the hard wood. As he rounded the counter and saw the dead body on the floor, he chuckled. "Ah, damn. She was cute. Looks a bit bitchy, though." Before Ben could say anything, he just continued talking while setting his bag down. "I've seen enough of these chicks to judge 'em pretty quick." He smirked then. "Oh, looks like she got some use, too. Was that you?" Ben just nodded. "Atta boy. Cunts like that should get filled. And hey, you're a hybrid, right?" Ben nodded again. "Cool. Hybrid DNA is super hard to trace properly. Almost as tricky as dragons. Though I guess if she was related to you, the markers would be there to show that." He crouched down, opening his bag and pulling out a bunch of things. Mostly cleaning equipment, but also another rubber bag, folded neatly. "Alright. Is this all of her clothing here?"

Ben stayed in the living room for now. "U-uh... y-yes."

The bear nodded slowly. "Alright. What about your clothes? Did they get any blood or cum or anything on them?"

"Uh... yeah. I... changed them. And I had a shower..."

Mr. Fix nodded as he laid out the rubber bag on the floor, and Ben could see it was a body bag. "Alright. Go get them and I'll dispose of them for you. Unless you're really attached to them, you're better of just ditching them with the body."

"O-okay." Ben went off to his room, grabbing the clothing he had bundled up and tossed into the trash. When he came back out, the bear was just moving Jenny's body into the rubber bag, laying her out inside of it. He also gave one of her big tits a squeeze before folding her arms to fit inside. "Um..." Ben held out the clothing. "Here it all is..."

Mr. Fix nodded. "Alright. Just toss it in the bag with her. I'll dispose of it with her body." He then slipped on a pair of rubber gloves and a face mask, like the kind painters used. When he spoke again, his deep voice was somewhat muffled by the mask. "If you've got a sensitive nose, you should stay in the other room. The chemicals I'm gonna use are pretty powerful, but they'll break up all the blood nice and quick. If someone used some luminol, it would look like you just dropped some eggs. Stuff only bonds to protein, not blood specifically." He started to spray something that made Ben's head get dizzy the moment he smelled it. "It's a good excuse, especially since you snuffed the bitch in the kitchen."

Ben took a few steps away into the living room, away from the powerful cleaning solvents. He had a seat and just watched for a while. The bear chuckled. "Ah, she pissed herself, too? Fucking slut. Wonder if he came when she died, too." He wasn't asking so much as talking to himself.

After a few moments, Ben had to ask. "How... are you going to... uh..."

"Dispose of this sexy thing?" He looked up, and Ben nodded quickly. "You sure you want to know?" He nodded again. "Alright. But I warned you." He went back to cleaning. "I'm going to take her back to my little workshop, cut off her arms, legs, and head, split her belly open to gut her, and then chop everything into small pieces. Then I'm going to dump it all into some really powerful acid that will dissolve her into nothing but a kind of sludge. That'll take about a day. Then I'm going to neutralize the acid with an equally powerful base so it kind of jellifies, and dump the whole fucking mess out in the wetlands outside of the city. Spread it out so it's not all in one spot, of course. Good food for the 'shrooms out there, and some of the bugs like it, too. Not too great for normal plants, but they're fuck'n plants, so who cares, right? Won't kill the trees, that's all anyone gives a shit about around here." He chuckled slightly. "Does keep the wild gators away, though. They're not a fan of the jelly mix. Even if it used to be a person." He started to really scrub at a few spots. "All told, she'll be disappeared completely within three days. No trace of whoever she was."

"Oh." Ben just kind of nodded slowly. "That sounds really... efficient."

Mr. Fix looked up at him, a little surprised. "Huh. Thought you'd be tempted to throw up hearing that. This was your first kill, right?" Ben nodded slowly. "Huh." He shrugged. "Well, yeah, it's probably the most efficient way to do it. Trying to just feed someone to the gators can leave pieces behind, and that can cause trouble if someone finds a finger or something."

Ben sat and watched as the man worked. Another question came to him, and he was very hesitant to ask. But it burned at his mind, until he couldn't hold it back anymore. "Are... you going to kill me and make me disappear, too?"

The bear sat up and looked at him, again with a surprised expression. "No? I hadn't intended to. Wasn't part of what I was told to." He tilted his head. "Why, did you want me to snuff you out while I'm here? Not my normal thing, but if that's your exit strategy, more power to you."

The hybrid blinked several time, then shook his head quickly. "N-no! No, that's... not what I want. I just thought... that you might, like... be a hitman... silence me so I don't say anything..."

The bear stared at him for a second, then burst out laughing. "You're funny kid!" He leaned down and started to clean the cabinets. "No. Trust me, you try and go to the cops and expose all this, you won't last an hour in a jail cell. Nah, I ain't worried about you squealing. Neither is my boss. Besides, I don't think you're the type to do that anyway, are you?"

"...No..."

"Yeah, didn't think so. People who leave a load in a dead chick don't usually go to the cops about it afterwards. Well, most people. Some crack heads might suddenly get remorseful, but they also don't call someone to clean up their mess first." He finished what he was doing and tossed the rags and his gloves and mask into the body bag with Jenny. After one last bout of wiping everything down, he stood up, stretching his back a little. "Ah. There we go. All nice and cleaned up. Probably the cleanest the kitchen's been in years." He moved to zip the body bag up, but stopped before closing it all the way. "Anything you wanna say to her before I close her up and take her away?"

Ben shook his head. "No..."

"You sure? You'll never see her again after tonight. No one will, for that matter."

He nodded this time. "I'm sure. I... don't have anything I'd want to say to her. We... weren't that close."

The bear nodded. "Fair enough." He zipped the bag up and then hefted it up, tossing it over his shoulder. "Get the door for me, would ya?" Ben nodded, opening the front door for the man and stepping out of the way. He saw that there was a van parked outside, with a pretty generic looking cleaners logo on it, reading 'Mr. Fix Cleaning Services' and a smiling cartoon sponge. The bear loaded Jenny into the back of the van, then headed back to the door and inside to collect the rest of his things. "Alright. I'd stay out of the kitchen for a day while everything dries. Maybe crack a window, too. Just to be sure. Like I said, stuff's powerful. Don't want to accidentally gas yourself."

Ben nodded slowly. "O-okay. Um... thank you?"

Mr. Fix chuckled. "Not a problem, kid." He reached into his pocket and fished out a business card, handing it out. "Here. If you ever need my help again, you give me a call. Heck, if it's something sexy enough, I might even do it for free."

Ben took the card, seeing it had the same logo as the van, a phone number and an e-mail address. No website, though. "Okay..."

He grunted as a heavy hand patted his shoulder, almost hard enough to knock him down. "Don't worry about it, kid. The first one's always the most scary. If you plan on doing this more, you'll figure things out. And if ya don't, then you've got nothing to worry about." He gave a smile. "But, uh... call it a hunch, but I think I'll be seeing you again some day." He gave a wink, then headed to the door. "Take care of yourself, kid." He gave a wave and closed the door behind him. Ben just stared, hearing the van starting up and pulling away a few minutes later.

He looked down at the business card in his hand. "Do it again?" He hadn't planned on it. Then again, the last two times he had seen a dead body, he had cum harder than ever before. Maybe George knew he had this kind of messed up kink? Did George kill people, too? And there was the bear, and whoever Rathkin was. He had a feeling he just accidentally found out about something he shouldn't have. Some truth about the world he wasn't supposed to know.

Making his way to his room, he set the card down on his desk, which still didn't have a chair to go with it. Then he moved to his bed and just fell onto it, almost collapsing with sudden exhaustion. He was completely wiped from everything that happened in the last few hours. And he would have another big day tomorrow, talking to George about what was going to happen... and he had a lot to think about. But he wasn't thinking about anything now. It did not take him long to fall asleep. Though he had dreams while he slept. He knew he would. But unlike what he thought, he did not have nightmares. Instead, he had very... sexual dreams. With his mother. His sister. And that sheep from earlier. And the idea of 'doing it again' happened in his dreams. His very bloody, sexy dreams.

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