It just wouldn’t stop. There was no end, no reprieve, not even a chance to breathe. The red-tinted wolf cub had long since lost awareness of the world around him, the only thing he could perceive was something he was forced to, still trapped in the suffocating mire of that eagle woman’s weighty ass. The torture continued eternally, his mouth constantly flooded with a steady flow of horrid excrement, solids draining down his throat in a seamless motion that made him gag and retch against the feathered cheeks that blocked out the outside world.

His restrained body had long since given up the fight and gone numb, perhaps a mercy after the ages spent under the oppressive avian’s body, smothering him while it unendingly fed him such vile substance. The taste invaded what little of his brain still functioned after this impossibly long day of inconceivable revolting duties. He would have tried to do something besides heave, swallow, and despair, but she had been shitting down his throat so long that he couldn’t even cry anymore.

A haze filled him, the only real definition in his perception being the large sweaty ass crushing his face and the hole spewing muck past his lips. And the taste. God it was everywhere, able to dominate his existence without any other sense to fill the void. It was all shit, it was only shit, everywhere and everything was shit. Sensation blurred, and things changed for the first time in who knows, but only for the worse.

He felt something under his tail, at first thrilled to feel something besides the anus on his mouth and the feces trudging down his gullet. It quickly soured, as the sensation began to enter him. Slowly, crawling up, lurching and sliding with a terrible heat. That damn eagle had started shitting up ass too, how could he have forgotten? Cyber could just barely recognize the bliss in forgetting a bad thing when something worse was happening, another choking gag unleashed against the asshole pushing turd after turd into his mouth.

The torment continued for another span of eternity, both his ends being worked in an awful tandem. The shit just kept coming, kept pouring in, clogging his mouth and working deeper under his tail, these two points of sensation the only thing Cyber experienced in this sickening existence. There’s just more shit. Please, let it stop, it’s been too much, too long!

–

The ten year old wolf jolted awake, but not with a startle. Movement was quickly determined to be next to impossible, with the cub understanding what the weight was in his dream. Though he couldn’t be sure with his face pressed into the darkness of the bed, it was a position he had been in before as traumatic memories raced past groggy wake-up thoughts. An attempted spasm only confirmed the presence of what could only be the burly bull laying atop him. From bad to worse, despite the crushing weight forcing him into the mattress, the red-twinged wolf felt the keen pain of Dan’s cock lodged under his tail. An experience only known for a few days, but burned into his mind.

Another spasm followed, only imparting fresh agony as the heavy bull’s shaft remained an immobile pillar inside the boy’s guts. He cried out, everything turning searing as his muscles betrayed him to clench the foreign presence spearing him. But even his shrill yelps were naught but whimpers turned to whispers through the mattress he shouted into. Trapped between a wall of man and a soiled sheet, Cyber was immured in nothing but misery as consciousness returned, no break found even in his dreams. 

The massive form atop him shifted then, grinding almost, flexing the rod impaling the wolf’s very core. A heartbeat thudded around Cyber’s ears, powerful thighs sprawled over his seared soles. To the bull, Cyber might as well have been a regular sized pillow. Because he was certainly being treated like one. Though the young boy tried to plead and shout, the man’s full weight over him restricted his lungs just as much as his snout being shoved into the foul sheets. To his own dismay, Cyber couldn’t stop himself from struggling, worsening every sensation as slight panic set in.

A lazy tone broke the gasps and grunts Cyber let out, words bellowed through the chest pressed to his head. “Fuck kid, I thought you’d never wake up. Been breaking your ass open for fifteen minutes already.”

Though the wolf tried to shout “get off me”, it came more as “mgg gff ge!”

“Yeah, yeah, shut up.” Dan remarked with a punctual flex of the thick member stretching the cub’s rectum out. It brought the intended response, Cyber stiffening under his oppressive form with a sharp inhale. “I’m going to have to find that pair of undies I shoved in your throat before and turn them into a proper gag, you clearly need one. Been waiting ages for you to wake up, I can finally start thrusting.”

Another muffled protest, before there was nothing but a muted scream as Dan began hammering his hips down. Heavy humps slammed his pelvis down to the kid, drawing out a ten inch shaft only to ram it back to those chubby cheeks with a hearty slap. “Oh yeah, you’re still pretty tight despite getting run through by every guy here already. I absolutely hate to say it kiddo, but I think I’m going to have to rape you more often. Get your hole up to speed, so to speak.”

Cyber had no retort, what little air he could draw past from being crushed into the bed and pounded he spent on trying to screech. As his ass got fucked through the creaking cheap mattress, the pre-teen wolf had little action to take besides to take his tormentor’s ten inches of sadistic girth. His lungs burned soon enough, forced to gasp and focus on breathing instead of vocalizing suffering. His body ached, muscles burned from trying to resist the adult weight of the bull.

Yet not seared like his ass, a pillaged canal repeatedly plunged with what felt like a battering ram. Yet as his body gave up its struggles, energy spent and a slight amount of shock setting in, Cyber was left to bite the sheets as his only course of action. Though most troubling as he soon came to realize, is that once his fighting ceased, his tenses and squirms ending, the deepest of agonies faded.

The moment his lower body relaxed from attrition, it was like the flip of a switch. Of course, not from hate to love, but pure undiluted agony to strong discomfort. Instead of fire ripping through him, the most prominent sensation was merely the movement of the object inside him. ‘Merely’ as if getting impaled was a trite affair, but better than an acid-covered sword slashing through him.

Dan was no idiot. And while he craved the suffering he imparted, there was still a job to do, with restrictions. He was expected to, if not obligated, to rape Cyber intensely and frequently. Yet the surprising nature of the wolf’s virginity meant that such a practice could be genuinely destructive. That first night was a true breaking in, and the pillory that followed cemented the use. 

Now was Dan’s time to strike while the iron was hot, to temper and shape the metal squirming under him as he thrusted. Though Cyber was unaware, and would likely refute the facts when he is, Dan’s sleep-hilting was a helpful preparation exercise. Especially when the bull tactically pumped a large quantity of pre while keeping his cock warm, building up a pool of lube to ease this moment.

Cyber was certainly not at ease, but with the adrenaline spike of a forced waking and the resulting assault, his mind was sharp. He could tell this wasn’t the untold misery his mind told him it should be. The worst of all, is that the memories matched just minutes ago. It was now up to the boy if he would accept that relaxation and giving in took away the pain.

—

In some cursed aid, waking up to being raped rendered Cyber completely unaware of his continued stomach troubles. The bull stopped eventually, grunting, grinding his now sweaty body into the wolf’s entire backside as warmth seeped into places he shouldn’t feel. Ragged breathing, Cyber was no longer able to process the stench of his soiled bed as he worked overtime to drag oxygen through it to his obscured face.

There was an awful stillness and silence, for it highlighted the upsetting pulsing coursing up his intestines, the throbbing of an adult cumming inside his freshly spread ass. He wasn’t even sure it had even begun recovering from the pillory, but whatever progress had been made was quickly reset. He was left to contemplate nothing but the immediate sensations around him, the damp warmth, the penetration, and the newly re-discovered lump in his belly.

Just as he felt bile rise upon the memory of what his stomach’s contents were, his world spun. The large bull had rolled over, grabbing and holding the red-accented boy tight as they shifted to a sidelong position, spooning. Though, with a comically large spoon in this instance. Cyber was far too low to even reach Dan’s ribs now, stuck to the penis nested inside him, carried with it even.

As much as a deep part of cyber wanted to spit and spite the rapist holding him, Dan’s cock was able to poke that part deeper, a whimper of discomfort all he could muster. Thus as he lay there in his personal monster’s arms, staring at the bland cinder blocks as his asshole throbbed with ache and the shaft sheathed past it pulsed to a heartbeat not his own, Cyber sniffled and held back tears. He believed himself strong, resilient, unbreakable. 

It was time to accept that there were cracks forming in him. But this was not a resignation. Cyber had, put lightly, been slapped in the face. Much more than that, in less than even a week. Every day some new horror arose, fresh cruelty inflicted, pressure upon pressure dropped on his mental state every second he existed in this awful place.

What Cyber was though, is stubborn. And in a rare moment of rising above it, he realized that accepting he was breaking was the first step to strength. It was certainly not a last-ditch thought to retain any sense of self-confidence in a child’s prideful mind. Living in this scenario seriously beat into him that his enemies were good at what they do, that they were succeeding in their threats was easy to accept. What wasn’t acceptable, is that there was no realistic path besides giving up. Or worse, that he’s here on no one’s fault but his own.

“Awfully quiet there kiddo.” Dan smugly spoke, breaking the wallowing silence of sniffles and balls-deep throbbing. Cyber just narrowed wet eyes in a glare at the wall. A bemused snort flew over the boy’s head, the bull chuckling. “But there’s your answer to why rape is our number one method of correction.” 

The boy’s face tightened into a grimace as Dan slowly rolled his hips back, tugging out half his length from the warm and tight confines of ten year old ass. “But go ahead, say what you want. You’ve been a good fuck.”

“F-Fuck you…” Whimpered the boy, blinking away welling emotion.

The bull tsk’d down at the boy he held like a doll. “Wow, way to spend all your goodwill in two words. Any other way you feel the need to ruin your day?”

“You’re… a monster.” Cyber spat, trying to ignore the shape holding his colon open.

“What could have ever made you think that?” The bull said with an audible smirk. Dan accentuated his point by slamming his dick back home, making the cub's entire body lock rigid as a hiss escaped Cyber’s clenched teeth. A few beats passed as that deep stretching poked and prodded his organs again. Silence again. For a few minutes. Dan was patient, his shaft comfortably warm in the tight embrace of the pre-teen's anus.

Terse breaths from the hilted boy, but nothing more. The longer this went on, the less it hurt. Butt numb at best, there was no more fighting to try and keep himself closed off. Not like it would do anything to stop the soda-can thick dick sliding up alongside his stomach. Looseness and the aid of thick cum made sure Dan could really dig deep, straightening out the first few bends in the cub’s intestines.

Dan chuckled with a slight groan of pleasure. “Well, don’t let me stop your little outburst. I’m just going to enjoy your tight ass in the meantime. There’s something special about the way you don’t even try to clench anymore. Like a snug fleshlight. No wonder you were so popular in the pillory.”

Cyber scrunched his face and folded his ears, squeezing his eyes shut as the wet noises of sex resumed and felt that object too far inside him begin a return to rhythmic thrusts. Though not nearly as harsh as the bed-breaking shoves when he was prone under the bull. Slower, calmer, and if there wasn’t still the baseline discomfort of a leg up his ass, Cyber would say it was gentle.

That might be the most sickening part, the fingers drifting through his fur as the bull methodically humped, caressing a belly still faintly bulged with the deposits the day before and shifting every time the man hilted, pushing organs ever so slightly aside. The boy was in a pit, clutched to the man’s form, fucked, worn down, used as a toilet the entirety of the day before.

But he remembered his promise to himself. They would not break him. In this low moment, of relative tranquility, Cyber’s anger was allowed to fester. Burning hotter every time he winced with the bull reaching full depth, rocking his body with the reserved force of intercourse. A drawn out sigh from the man, finally breaking up the monotony at least.

“Goddamn, 34. You have no idea how nice your ass feels. I tell you, there’s nothing like fucking kids.”

Cyber barely paid the words heed, speaking to the wall the cot was against. “What do you want.” Said the boy, spoken like a cold statement as calm rage filled his tone.

“Well, look who’s finally engaging! Only took an hour of using your backdoor, but hey, at least you’re able to form words unlike before. Now-”

The wolf cut the man off, little body beginning to shake around Dan’s moving cock. “You’ve had your fun, now get to the f-fucking point. What new torture awaits t-today? How are you going to tell me about how I deserve this, this time? F-Fucking-”

The red-highlighted boy suddenly had a hand wrap around his muzzle as his throat let out a guttural attempt at a shout as Dan rammed home with double strength, enough to rattle the cot’s frame. Heavy breathing over his head, and even heavier throbs shifted his guts as the boy groaned through a palm over his face.

Dan spoke with a smug sneer. “Ah, there’s that spunky little ten year old. Forgot you had that streak in you after screaming for the last few days like a toddler getting their first buttplug.” A rolling ‘schlick’ as Dan dragged his member out of the worn hole, and sent it home with another rattling lurch. 

“GHN!” Cyber cried this time, the hand over his muzzle blocking most of it.

Another heavy thrust, but the boy was able to contain all exclamations, just the whoosh of an inhale. “Aww, come on kid. Don’t be like that. Yeah, everyone can hear you scream through the walls, but I like your screams. Reminds me that it’s a cute kiddy on my cock.”

Another drawn out, high power thrust. But the boy held firm, barely gasping. He spat muffled words into the bull’s hand clamped to his mouth. “I… won’t… give y-you the pleasure.”

A happy exhale from the bull as he pulled out halfway to prepare another brutal hilting. “34, you have no idea how much I want to hear that. Breaking you is half the fun, and I thought our fun was over already. You were pathetic yesterday, you know? Laying there, sobbing, throwing up shit onto the floor and yourself. You were already coated, but you just love to make things worse for yourself, don’t you?”

“I’m- HNG-” The boy paused to gasp as Dan’s cockhead felt like it slammed his diaphragm. “I’m… getting out. Eventually. I’ll w-win.”

“Kid, I’ve heard that speech nearly every time. And every time, a subservient, good little kid who bends over when asked and always swallows walks back to their parent’s arms. You won’t be the first, nor the last to learn ‘manners’ at my hand.” Dan growled, accentuating the point with another full-hilt strike.

The cub bit down hard into the bull's palm, eliciting a grunt of pain from the man. A slight pause in thrusts brought momentary triumph to Cyber, but the man recovered quickly, only giving a light chuckle as he returned to his pace. "Atta boy, bite down. Might yet stop the other kids from calling you 'old yeller'. All that matters is taking my dick like a good cocksleeve, and you’re acing it.”

But Cyber wasn’t done, not in the slightest. Though the cock ramming deep in his bowels certainly distracted him, the boy found his words. And his voice. "You won't- hff- break me." Cyber spoke, each syllable accented by another shove of adult cock, the man's heavy balls smacking against the cub's thighs.

"Is that so, 34? And what makes you so confident, kiddo?" Dan said, not bothering to hide his grin.

"B-Because," Another gasp as the boy tried to speak through the constant pummeling. "I can't be broken. I-I can't. I won't- Ngh!" Cyber was interrupted by a sudden slam, the man's entire body weight scooting the bed as he heartily humped in the spooning embrace.

"Go on," The bull cooed, "Tell me why you're so tough. Me having my way with your ass really shows your strength."

"Shut u-up, you b-big stupid, ugly... -MMF!" The boy's words were cut off, a hand reaching over his muzzle once again.

"Yeah, yeah. Keep going, insult me. Make this fun." Dan whispered, thrusting slow and heavy, each hilting grinding deeper and harder. He savored the slight quiver of the young boy's body around his massive cock. The room was quiet as his fucktoy's muffled attempts at protest failed. Even the wolf's clenched teeth couldn't prevent whimpers and grunts from slipping past.

"It's funny. You don't want to give me pleasure? Why do you continue to resist then? That's what I love. You're just proving yourself as a greater hypocrite. Keep it up though." The bull gave a bemused huff into the kid's ear as his relentless fucking continued.

Cyber thrashed in the adult's grip, small frame hopelessly trying to separate from a ball's-deep big spoon. Once again, that spasm of fight and struggle only clamped his ass down on its invader, and spiked the lesser pain a lax hole once offered. Tensing anew with a fresh gasp, the wolf once again found his body relaxed around a fat bull's dick out of self preservation.

"Oh, I know. You think you can show willpower through this. That it will win you the day? All it does is extend your suffering. I told you on your first day, you do as you’re told, and that’s all that happens. Getting your ass fucked raw doesn’t have to hurt, you know. There’s a reason all the others pointed and laughed at you, you really are just a crybaby.”

“S-SHUT UP-” Cyber’s outburst fought past the man’s hand for but a moment before it clamped down and a punishing hilting was given before returning to the constant pace.

“Sore spot? That you’re nothing better than a baby? That you cry and scream, while kids younger than you don’t? That you don’t have the sensibilities of someone half your age? You think you’re some big ten year old, when you’re just a sniveling infant.” An attempted shout of “Am not!” didn’t break past clamped jaws, causing the bull to only chuckle as he kept up his thrusts. “You want to be a big boy? Strong and grown up?”

A feisty “mgg” came from trapped jowls as the subtly wet plaps of Dan’s rocking hips served as a backdrop. The burly bull dragged his head, curling up in the spooning position to bring his whispers right to the cub’s ears. “If you want to be treated like someone older, then act like it. I’ve had six year olds take me in their ass without even a fuss, and you writhe and shout every time I get near it. Wanna grow up? Learn to take an ass pounding, bitch.”

In a strange act, the counselor pulled his palm off the wolf’s muzzle, a gasp sounding as his form bounced from repeated thrusts. Though the bull’s words were spaced with the slight hints of exertion from the ramming Cyber’s behind endured, they were just as imposing. “You realize getting fucked hurts so much because you’re doing it wrong, right? This is why no good parent lets their child be a virgin past five.”

Despite his mouth being uncovered, it was too busy being grit shut with bared teeth as the bull really got into fucking Cyber. “I can teach you, you know. To make it hurt less. Hell, you might even enjoy it eventually. But you need to want it. You need to do as I say. You’ll need to let me teach you, and I can already tell that part of your mind sees that as giving in. All I can say is that it is. And it’s not as bad as you make it out to be.”

And that was all that was said as the bull ramped up the pace, heartily fucking the boy until another orgasm was reached. The warmth spread deep with strong shots and settled into his very core, mixing with the sickening sensation with his still upset stomach. After this though, there was no spooning, no holding, no lazy hilting. Dan slid out of a thoroughly gaped kid-hole and stood from the shoddy cot as the wolf lay and sniffled as he processed the words.

“You’re welcome, by the way. I hosed you off after you passed out in the bathroom yesterday. You deserve a layer of shit caked into your fur, but I don’t spoon shit-rags.” As the bull remained standing, hands on his hips as he regarded the pitiful boy that just now found the strength to glare back at the man. It lost the fire when Dan shifted his eyes down to see the pulsing, open hole that once was a snug pucker.

And what little sternness Cyber’s stare had after that juxtaposition, it was dashed as the adult’s glistening half-hard dick unleashed a torrent of urine on the boy. He flinched as the stream loudly spattered to him and drained to the sheets, a spot of unwanted warmth pooling around him. The point of impact to his fur changed as the bull aimed his stream, making sure most of the small kid’s body was marked.

Cyber’s ears folded as his tail flailed, screwing his eyes shut when the golden flow reached his head. In a way, this humiliation was a relief, a return to the expected, monstrous behavior from the bull. No mental assault, no stinging words, just painting a nice and simple ‘evil’ picture. It sucked, but Cyber at least wanted this to be black and white. He was good, Dan wasn’t. 

The wolf repeated that in his head as the man’s bladder splashed over him, soaking his fur and staining his scent before tapering off. A disgusted cough was all Cyber gave, curled up on the bed, dejected, fiery, miserable and resolute. A nonchalant grunt from the large man, shaking off the last few droplets. “Alright, let’s have a bit of a pop quiz. See if you’re open to improving your situation.”

Stepping a bit back from the bed, though not too much considering the cramped state of what could only be described as a cell, the bull regarded the cub. “Getting fucked hurts, right?”

Cyber didn’t dignify the bull with a response until a harsh WHAP hit his sore ass, stinging with a gasp. “AH! Ngh… S-Sure…” Cyber croaked out as a red handprint formed over the majority of one cheek.

“You notice how it hurt less when your body couldn’t take it anymore? I felt your entire ass loosen up, made it real easy for me to shove deep.”

The red accented cub grunted an unwilling affirmative.

“What if I told you that’s how it should feel on a bad day? That in all honesty, it should feel better than that even? What if you could skip all the squirming and screaming, and start at that relaxed state? Don’t get me wrong, there’s still a mighty size difference, but size queens exist for a reason.”

“S-Screw you… I’m n-not going to h-help you r-rape me better…”

“Even when it helps you?” Dan said with a raised brow. “34, most of the boys here are in chastity cages since they pop boners from taking it up the ass. It’s not a matter of ‘oh, only subby sluts like anal’, it’s a fact of life. Your prostate is in your ass. If your dad taught you how to take a dick properly like these other kids, this wouldn’t be the torture it is.”

Dan looked clearly at the still-gaped hole of the cub, cheeks battered open to present the fleshy winking tunnel to everything behind him. “I’ll clue you in on something. The torture is placing you into the utility’s shoes, make you chug piss, choke on shit, and all that stuff. To show you the lives of those you take for granted, and to demonstrate how shit your life can be if you don’t get your act together. The rape? It’s not supposed to bring agony, just knock you down a peg. Add some humility to get the point across, not rip your guts up.”

He threw his arms out, the bull seemingly genuinely exasperated. “As much as I absolutely love breaking in a virgin boy-hole, I am here to make you a better person. I am here to fix you, to make you responsible and empathetic. Fucking you is a good reason to take this gig, but there are plenty of ways to buy a kid’s hole for a hour or two. Fucking you isn’t special, 34. I’m here to help. Don’t blame me for how much it hurts when I fuck you, blame your dad. Blame yourself for skirting around every negative thing that might build character. Your dad made you watch the outside world through glass, but you were happy to sit behind the window.”

A moment followed, the man taking a long breath as Cyber didn’t respond. A sigh from that burly bull, before he slumped slightly, setting his back and shoulders after a second. “Kid. I told you. I’m not going to lie to you. I’m not going to be nice to you, but I will be honest. Everyone can blame outside circumstances, but at the end of the day, your life is in your hands. You can actually listen to me, and make this just a modicum better for you. Or you can fight me every step of the way, and make me drag you up them.”

No response from the piss-drenched wolf cub, just remaining curled up on the bed. 

Dan exhaled, eyes narrowing. “Get on your knees, bend over, and spread your asscheeks.”

Cyber didn’t even glance back at the bull. Wet with pee, fucked raw, and still feeling the spank burning his rear. He was in no mental state to follow this man’s orders. If anything, falling deeper in the stubborn thoughts of making Dan fight for every inch.

The brute bull just shook his head. “Not gonna show me your ass, huh? Alright, no soothing ointment wanted, got it. I won’t offer it again, heard loud and clear. You’re too strong for that, clearly. I should have known better than to think a big strong cub like yourself wanted less pain.”

Cyber’s ears flicked to attention, but he held back the turn of his head, hiding his scowl. Still, the thrown wrench made contact with his mental gears.

Dan continued, “I’ll cancel your rest day while we’re at it, since you clearly don’t want to go along with my schedule. Guess that just leaves the option of tossing you on cleaning duty. Get up, we’re going to the cafeteria. Unless you’d rather miss breakfast from getting spanked?”

Finally, the boy spoke as limbs shifted. “Ugggghhhhhh…”

—

“Don’t make me get a leash and drag you, 34.” Dan said as the small wolf tried to keep pace. “Back straight, feet forward. You need to learn basic fucking posture before I can show you how to sway your ass properly.”

Cyber tried to scoff, but the damage a certain eagle did with a toilet brush reared its head. As the immediate events of rape and humiliation faded, the wolf was left to understand every single little ache and pain in his worn body. A sore throat was not the worst of his worries as his ass was reamed, but now it burned with the ferocity of nothing else happening.

Well, one other pain arose, one that brought the occasional hiss as the boy struggled to keep up. “Hard enough to walk after branding my feet.” Cyber muttered with the odd grimace after a step. They weren’t fresh anymore, but it was still a brand.

Dan just scoffed, the bull glancing down. Cyber regretted looking up to see the adult regard him like a pest. Those deep eyes and smug grin were not what he needed at the moment. The adult didn’t even address Cyber as they rounded corners, past doors and places Cyber tried to memorize for a layout. That became difficult as a decent group of about four other kids came the other way, crossing paths.

Cyber stiffened up as eyes fell to him, some kids with averting glances, others with a sneer. The cub shrunk a bit at the treatment, the other counselors with the equally naked and vulnerable kids not any he recognized. Unfortunately, the thought that he had likely eaten their shit yesterday crawled up his spine sickeningly. But before he could dwell on that, one of the younger boys in the group pointed at Cyber.

"Look, it's the crybaby!" The cub said with a taunting grin Cyber sorely wanted to punch. It didn’t matter that the young cheetah seemed no older than five or six. A fucking kindergartener was mocking him. His fists balled, tail going stiff as ears folded. Dan just nudged the wolf onward. And onward Cyber went. The building rage within him and the stab of betrayal by his fellow victims, the wolf lashed out. 

Not a punch to the face like he wanted, he wasn't stupid enough to risk the punishment for a broken nose or messed up teeth. Instead, the boy's knuckles landed in the worst-offending boy's gut, the cheetah lurching back. All the adults then quickly acted, grabbing Cyber before he could swing again as the cheetah doubled over.

Dan just rolled his eyes and sighed. "34, hitting other kids will not earn you favors here. Hitting a kid younger than you is just pathetic."

Cyber just shouted past held limbs, "Fuck off! He deserved it! Fuck you, all of you!" Cyber writhed, unable to break out of Dan's grasp thanks to the weakness in his legs from the morning rape and the sear of his branded soles. Though Cyber kept struggling as the cheetah kid recovered, Dan spoke to the adult counselors holding the other kids. "Your fucktoy good?"

The adult lizard helping the cheetah back to his feet nodded. "Sure, gut punches suck, might have knocked the wind out of him, but pretty harmless overall. Your onahole is the one we should be concerned about."

Dan nodded back. "Mhm. Don't worry, we'll set this right." He then moved to fully stand before the struggling Cyber, locking him down. "34. Stop. Fighting. Me." Dan punctuated the words with strong grips and a tightened shake. Cyber only barely ceased, glowering past held limbs. As reality settled in, Cyber reluctantly stopped completely, Dan loosening his holds.

The bull then crouched down to be level with the wolf. "Calmed down a bit now? See how stupid a reaction you made? You got mad because a kid called you what everyone knows is true. You're not strong, 34. You're not brave. You're a crybaby who lashes out in the dumbest way possible. Throwing a tantrum when someone tells the truth. You're weak. That's why I rape you." Cyber's ears folded, eyes shifting away as Dan lectured.

"34, look at me. Look me in the eyes, and know I'm not lying. Who you are doesn't matter to me. I don't give a shit about family, or money, or anything but what I see in front of me. And I see a little bitch with a tight ass that was born to be fucked, and that's all. Now apologize to 17 for hitting him." Cyber glanced at the cheetah kid, a smug grin as the lizard counselor still steadied him. Cyber ground his teeth, mumbling out. "S-Sorry." 

Dan smacked the cub's ass, an undignified yelp as the adult spoke. "Just words don't make up for what you did. You do this properly. Bend over, spread your cheeks to show the nice boy your used hole, and apologize like you mean it."

Cyber froze, eyes widening as Dan further instructed. "17, when he bends over, shove your fist up there. Apologies should be accepted in kind. Show 34 what getting punched feels like, and he'll never hit you again." 

Cyber whipped his head to Dan, stammering past growing horror. "Y-You can't be s-serious-" Another hard spank on a beaten ass, Cyber hissing in pain as Dan interrupted him. 

"34, bend over or I will do it for you. You already hit a kid younger than you, you're in the hole anyways." Cyber glanced at the cheetah kid, a hungry widening of a shit-eating grin as the counselor lizard let go of him. The wolf cub glanced between the cheetah and the bull holding him. He saw genuine frustration in the bull's eyes, chilling his heart. With a gulp, Cyber slowly moved down onto hands and knees, tail flicking as he bent over.

Ears folded down as the downtrodden wolf whimpered out a repeat apology. "S-Sorry. H-Here." As his rear was presented, Cyber reached back, fingers shaking as he spread his already bruised and pounded open cheeks. A hiss of shame and ache as his abused hole presented itself, gaping wide enough to show much of his passage. He couldn't see the kid, but he imagined the sneering gaze from behind.

After a beat, a sudden lurching scream was torn from the cub's throat as a clenched fist smashed into his abused hole. "GHAAAAAH!!" Cyber wailed as knuckles forced past the sore tissue, an awful grinding deep within his body as a child younger than him pushed a hand up his colon. It felt like his asshole was burning all over again, a new sear deep within. Cyber's entire body shook, teeth clenched, claws digging to his rear's fur and face pressed to the tiled floor.

Cyber cried out in the throes of pain as the kid kept his arm ramrod straight, grinding knuckles deeper, and the wolf feared the fist might slip straight through and pop out his mouth. Then it just as quickly was gone, a painful pop and the boy's fist yanked free of his sore, stretched pucker. Cyber grunted in pain, ass clenching around nothing as fresh pain spread out from his anus. 

The cheetah wasn't having it. "I dunno, I don't think he apologized fully. My momma always makes me say what for."

Cyber's ears folded as Dan chimed in. "Yeah, I don't think he fully meant his apology either. Go on, explain what and why."

The wolf kid grit his teeth as the cheetah stood right behind the presenting rear, fists balling. But Cyber knew the alternative was worse. And so he swallowed the building spite, ears still folded. "I... hit y-you cause... you- AGH!" Cyber was interrupted by a punch up his ass, slamming against his colon and making everything inside squirm as the kid pushed knuckles deep. "You said- GAH! I was a crybaby. And I w-was angry..." The red-twinged wolf groaned out as the cheetah kept his knuckles lodged deep.

"Oh, what are you angry about?" The younger cub asked with a modicum of genuine curiosity under selfish satisfaction.

Cyber hissed in pain as the cheetah wriggled a locked fist, tears pricking the boy's eyes. "C-Cause... I am a…” Should he sell it? Yes, just to get this over with. “-C-Crybaby. H-Hurts a lot, getting fucked. Can b-barely walk. And here you are, l-laughing at me. Making it h-hurt worse... I won't do it a-again- Hng!" Cyber finished his words with a grunt as the cheetah pulled the arm out with a pop. The cheetah hummed as he regarded the presenting gape.

"Okay, I accept. Thanks, crybaby, you're fun to play with! Your butt looks funny all spread out and loose. Why do you smell like pee?" 

Cyber didn't bother responding, only letting a shaky breath out as his sore anal tunnel settled after the latest rough insertion. The other kids went back to their counselors and seemingly on their way like nothing happened as silence filled the area. Dan gave the wolf boy a merciful moment to recuperate before nudging him with a foot. "C'mon, breakfast isn't served forever. And know you're on a short leash."

Cyber groaned and shifted back up to unsteady feet, trying his best to ignore the sore clenching of his insides, an ache he was going to have to get used to. Dan turned to lead him down the corridor once again, and Cyber followed in reluctant, shambling steps. 

—

By the time they arrived in the cafeteria, most cubs had left already. Maybe a quarter of the tables were full and spaced out randomly, most one-on-one pairs of kid and counselor, but there were a few group tables. At those were mostly older kids, a couple teens and adults Cyber vaguely recognized from his pillory time. He felt like their gazes were trained to his limp walking form, Dan's hand on his shoulder steering him to the empty serving line.

The bull led the wolf to the front, the kitchen behind the counter absent a worker. Instead, Dan served him up. Of course, there were no options, it was all one thing, but Cyber supposed he was happy he didn't have to lift his arms. In truth, he wanted to curl into a ball, hide under a rock, and die after that event in the hallway. But as his thoughts of humiliation dragged on, the bull prodded him to move down the line. Before Cyber knew it, he had a bowl of plain oatmeal and a nondescript block of something like jerky on his tray.

At the end of the line though, were the drink coolers. One was open and clearly had cartons that were taken out by kids before. The other was locked and had maybe one or two cartons missing from a full stock. Though before much attention could be given, Dan opened the half full one to grab a drink and set it on Cyber's tray. The moment he saw the label, the wolf recoiled. "Nut milk? I don't wanna drink cum..."

"Too bad kid." Dan plainly said.

Looking up, Cyber saw the locked cooler. "What's in that one?"

"Normal breastmilk."

Eyes widening, the red-highlighted wolf looked at the bull. "Can... Can't I have that instead?"

"Breastmilk is for behaving kids, 34. And what part of today makes you think you're doing good?"

Head falling sullen, the boy glanced around. "I... I really don't want cum." He squeezed his eyes shut, unsure if he should go through with such a selfish sabotage. But while that fire had burned bright this morning, getting fisted by the person he unleashed it on did a good job dousing it. "Is there... something I can do? Earn it?"

Dan actually laughed at that, boisterous and full. "Really? This is what gets you willing? Fucking milk?"

A defeated sigh from Cyber, legs shaking as he stood at the serving area. "I... I really need something nice after today."

The bull kept laughing, though it faded to a chuckle. "Well, you know what? Sure, I might have something. But you need to do it right now, I won't take an IOU. You're unreliable at best, 34."

The beaten down boy's features lifted, ears perking with a slight swish to the tail. "R-Really? What... what is it?" Spoke Cyber with diminishing enthusiasm as recalled what the counselor liked to make him do.

"Your little outburst and apology gave me a slight idea, and don't worry, you're not going to get fisted again." He spun the boy to look at the group table of older kids, their counselors on the table beside. An eye was kept, but these cubs seemed to earn enough trust so far. Dan pointed at them, "Go over there, spin around, spread your cheeks and explain how you got gaped so badly. Detail how thoroughly your ass has been fucked today. And that it's good, and that rape is all its good for."

Cyber deflated like a popped balloon, tail falling limp. "I-I can’t… do that. They’ll laugh, or worse...."

"And? This is what getting milk means. Beggars can't be choosers. Do it or don't, that's up to you. But that milk is staying locked if you don't. Besides, in case you haven’t noticed, they’re already laughing at you."

Cyber stood before the empty serving line, eyes down as Dan crossed his arms. With a sigh, Cyber left his tray with the bull and started moving towards the table. The wolf couldn't bring himself to look, but he knew the eyes fell on him. Some snickering started up already, and the cub only kept trudging on. Reaching the table, Cyber glanced back to Dan, and got only a nod. Taking a breath, Cyber tried not to meet any of the kid's eyes. There was a moment where he lost sight over everything, the moment crashing down as he wondered what the hell he was doing. But he persevered. "E-Excuse me... I uh... need to tell you all... how... how my hole got... stretched..."

An owl cub who Cyber didn't recognize piped up. "How did what get stretched?" He asked with a feigning curiosity.

Cyber ground his teeth, but swallowed the humiliation back. Next was the anger, desperation, and every other negative emotion. "He’s… making me show you my fucking ass. Here…" The cub spun around, and subtle chuckling started up immediately. Cyber gripped his cheeks, wincing as fingers dug into the bruised rear. With a slow spread, his gaped and aching hole was revealed. Cyber shuddered, biting his tongue as he tried not to whimper at the exposure.

A tiger kid spoke up first. "Man, it's so loose. I can see up it, wow!" Another one made a quick addition of “He smells like pee too.”

Cyber squeezed his eyes shut, tail falling limp as a fresh wave of shame came over him. But the kid was telling the truth. With his anal walls beaten so well, Cyber could feel air circulating in his insides. It was good he faced away from the table, otherwise they’d see fangs exposed in seething indignation. In this moment where his core chilled with that primal shame of embarrassing exposure, he clung to that fire of rage. 

Another kid piped up next. "Why's your hole so big, crybaby? Was it this loose to begin with?"

"N-No!” He quickly retorted, shifting his weight around on his burned soles. A moment was needed to calm that flaring anger, before a sad sigh was let out. “My-” There was pure venom in the wolf’s next word. “-Counselor, raped me. R-Really hard, for... a long time." 

As he stood there with eyes staring at his wrecked hole, the cold dread switched to shamed heat as he realized he couldn’t back out now and the weight of what he was doing settled in. Cyber's entire body felt so hot, the humiliation burning his fur, and no doubt a flush on his face. 

Another moment of grinding jaws and his claws digging into his ass with degraded fury. "And it hurt a lot. Because he's a big bull. And I'm…” The cub whispered ‘fuck’ under his breath, “-a little wolf." Cyber felt the tears coming on, the words getting choked out past shame immaterial. But he made sure to glare at Dan across the cafeteria with pure contempt while he could. He wanted to get this over with quickly, so he rushed through his script. 

A mental fight within the boy was well underway, struggling whether to show some semblance of strength and follow this through, curl up under the table and cry, or to try and deck every kid at the table. He barely noticed the distant bull giving a ‘go on’ motion, bringing a fresh snarl to the far off man that didn’t last long as laughter redirected his attention to the table. Cyber’s eyes squeezed shut as the hands spreading his cheeks kept trembling. 

The tears broke as Cyber spoke with an angrily terse, yet whimpering, broken tone. "Getting my butt fucked is good, and I should be raped a lot…” A snarl was attempted, to offset the words. “Grr… because that's what boys are good for." He tried to growl a bit, recoup some toughness, and hide his tears.

One of the cubs laughed. "Oh man, crybaby's a butt slut. He likes getting raped!" The moment that was uttered, the downtrodden wolf’s ears perked not with attention, but fury. Twitching as his eyes widened and teeth bared. Letting his ass go abruptly, he still faced away from the table while his fists clenched as that remark replayed in his head. Though even without his hands, the wolf's battered cheeks displayed his loose hole. It would be so easy, Dan was far away, the other counselors at the neighboring table. They wouldn’t be able to stop him from punching his offender.

Claws dug into his palm as the boy seethed, mixed with all other emotion. Standing there shaking with tears and shame, anger and resilience. The clenching of his teeth brought an ache to his jaw, the taunts bouncing in his head. His breathing picked up, eyes flitting around, as their laughter faded out of his perception and the white noise of hatred filled it. With a staggered sniffle, the tension left his body. Cyber let it go, opening his hands and just walking away, evacuating the table before it could do more harm. Or make him bring harm to himself.

Though his soles screamed with the heavy footsteps, he stomped back to the serving line. He wanted to punch himself in that moment, not even for agreeing to go through with this, but for asking in the first place. His desperation showcased by none other than himself. The self-loathing then is what kept the tears flowing.

The bull simply regarded him as he returned, and smirked. "Bend over, you're showing your open ass to everyone but me." Cyber’s mouth tightened as he glared, stiffening with another flare of rage before complying with a bend to rest hands on knees, ass presenting itself. The wolf didn't spread his own cheeks this time, simply letting it hang wide for the bull to appreciate. He wasn’t going to put any more effort into showing himself off anymore today. As Dan gazed, he unlocked the breastmilk cooler, and retrieved Cyber's prize.

"Alright, that's enough. You need to eat, got a busy day ahead." Cyber stood and took the milk, but froze when there were two cartons in Dan's hand being offered. "You earned two." Dan said with a smile Cyber didn't fully trust. But the wolf took both, nonetheless. Cyber then returned to his tray, and followed the bull to an empty table. But as the bull sat down first, he patted his lap. "Your seat’s right here."

Cyber's ears folded, glancing down and back to the bull. "Really?”

“If you’re sitting at the table, you’re sitting on me.”

“...Can't I just stand or something?" The wolf’s voice clearly told how done he was with the day already.

Dan just tugged his sweatpants down, revealing a familiar hardening cock. "Just for that, you're sitting with me inside you instead of just on my lap." The bull smirked, hand reaching down to present the already drooling dick. "Don't worry, I'll line it up. You just sit down."

Cyber clamped his jaws with a sudden scowl, tail falling limp before taking a breath. After setting his tray on the table, he reluctantly stepped over Dan's thigh. Cyber lowered his bruised ass, and Dan kept his dick aligned. The tip kissed Cyber's sore pucker, and the bull nudged it right in. With an agonizing slide, the wolf cub dropped down Dan's length, a gasp of ache all that came. This was almost routine at this point. The stretch felt like it never ended, Dan's entire girthy shaft plunging Cyber's abused guts. But finally, Cyber settled fully. A groan of pain left the cub as his rear rested on the bull's lap, the man's meat impaling the small body. 

The manly bull let out a happy grunt as he was sheathed inside the kid again. "Ah, home again." Dan said with a sigh of satisfaction as Cyber shifted on his staff. Though Cyber had no response, just taking shuddering breaths as he adapted to the fresh ache in his rear. "Mmmh, that's what I was missing. A kid's tight hole clamping on my cock." Dan punctuated the words with a slight bounce under Cyber, making the boy's pained whimper audible.

"Oh stop. This is normal." Dan chided with a smack on the cub's ass, the youthful flesh jiggling against the adult's lap. Cyber winced, clenching with the slap on tender flesh. That sent an extra sting up his insides as Dan's girth shifted within, Cyber gritting his teeth with ears folding. He needed a moment to overcome his physical situation, beating back the discomfort of sitting on a throbbing pole.

But then he stared at the two cartons of milk, eying his extra. He checked the label, making sure it really was another carton of breastmilk. Skeptical studying of it followed, holding it before his weary eyes. But the wolf tore open the top and tentatively stuck his tongue in. It was indeed, breastmilk. Not the top-notch stuff he usually had at home, but real milk.

Cyber couldn’t stop himself from greedily sucking down half of it in one go, the moment a taste of the creamy nectar hit his tongue it reminded him that all he knew for a few days was filth. Finally, something to actually replace the awful flavors caked into his mouth. Gasping a little as he took the carton away from his face, he suddenly felt the need to savor and preserve what little was left. But while the first ‘good’ thing that’s happened to him was warming him, the boy had that chilling pit as he refused to contemplate whether that humiliating presentation was worth it.

And all it took to even further lose what comfort he found, was a few words from dan. “Ooh, now you feel good. I can tell you’re relaxed, finally stopped clamping down like a vice. Surprised you still have functioning muscles back here after what you’ve been through.” The bull bounced the wolf in lap, short and gently, faint squelches as he slid atop the man’s cock. “Yeah, yeah, grit your teeth, make a face. Doesn’t change the fact I’m just gliding through you. But can’t you tell the difference? It’s so much easier for you, hell, it might even feel good.”

The presence of the dick inside him was no minute thing, ‘noticeable’ didn’t quite cut it. Yet much like when his body gave out before, the slack and loose approach did take most of the sheer unbridled pain away. With the conscious thought in his head now, the stubborn wolf realized that the motion itself no longer burned or ripped. Not painless, but there was certainly less of the sensation of his guts getting pulled out, just a deep poking that felt like a stab in his stomach when the bull bottomed out. Cyber didn’t deem the words worth responding to, both out of disgust and the fear Dan was right. 

The bull snorted in his ears, the hot air making them flick as he smirked and caught a peek of the cub’s little tip just barely poking from his sheath when he rocked the boy gently over his member. He decided to keep it to himself for now.

Riding the high of the milk, Cyber decided to risk the oatmeal. It was bland, and pretty bad. A subtle taste was lurking in it, not disgusting, but… “Ew. What’s in this food? Y-You guys don’t add… ‘stuff’ to it, r-right?”

Dan chuckled, “Of course we do, the oatmeal has a supplement powder in it. Vitamins, protein, that shit. It’s all you get, so it needs to cover all the bases for a growing and working cub. I do recommend you eat it, enough skipped meals are grounds for force-feeding. And you’re due.”

As if on cue, the boy’s middle grumbled, both protesting the lasting remains of his previous intake and requesting sustenance after not having a proper meal in days. Well, the oatmeal was better than shit, that’s for sure. He could easily eat something bland and vaguely healthy after having assholes pouring down his throat for an entire day. Before he knew it, Cyber was wolfing down the gruel, using the boon of milk to ease it further.

—

“I… I finished eating. Can… Can I get off your dick now?” The wolf cub said with a myriad of intonations. Defeat, contentment, indignation, the overall air of despair. His first ‘normal’ meal and moment giving relief, though soured with the bull’s presence up his backdoor, fighting with the previous seething rage. At the very least, the boy was happy to focus on these immediate moments instead of contemplating the dread of the future in this place.

The burly counselor gave a lazy throb through Cyber’s entire digestive tract, bringing a fresh tense and wince. “Nah, not yet. Two things to do, and this first one is very important. So, first things first-” Dan said before giving an abrupt but gentle grunt, the only verbal indication he had begun pissing right into the cub’s depths. The boy was instantly more active atop Dan’s impaling pillar, the warmth firing right into him with searing disgust as he squirmed and whined.

It took the bull wrapping his arms around Cyber and holding him to his chest and as deep as possible for the wolf to be immobilized, a mix of annoyance and relief in the man’s words whispered to Cyber’s ear. “You fucking sit still and relax when I piss in you. Don’t want it to all wash out, right? That means you need to let it pump deep.”

Cyber’s first response was an attempted growl and a grimace as he felt his bowels fill up from the wrong direction, sloshing and packed with bovine urine. Well, at this point, it was a better time than literally any moment from the day before. “Ugh.” Cyber said, trying to be menacing or indifferent. It just came off as a pout. 

Dan chuckled, the stream not lasting as characteristically super-long as Cyber had come to expect. The wolf did suppose he got doused with most of the bladder already when he woke up. But the bull merely loosened his hold and let Cyber sink forward in disgust, big brute hands coming to pat his lightly rounded middle. “Damn, bloated you even with a half load. Gonna work on your capacity, but I guess you should thank me for the golden shower earlier. Be hard for you to clean up when pregnant with piss.”

Unfortunately, Dan didn’t provide the wolf a moment to respond, rolling right into the next topic. “Right, so cleaning duty. You remember when I made you lick these floors?” The ten year’s old feigned uncaring air dropped with his ears and tail. “It’s gonna be like that. Time to teach you some discipline, and there’s no better way than making you scrub a well-trod floor with your tongue.” Another throb rose up through Cyber’s body, nearly aligned with his spine. “That’s pretty much it. Except you’re going to have to do more than just the cafeteria.”

As Cyber frantically glanced around the room, eyeing spills and various detritus on the floor, he nearly yelped as Dan’s strong hands grabbed his middle. With a resolute tug and ‘schluuurp’ heard around the room, the kid was taken off the impaling cock. A few drips of various fluids, a little gush of piss that didn’t make it deep enough, but it was back to a loose, battered hole struggling to close.

“Ooh, you’re really getting stretched today. Good stuff.” Dan plainly remarked, before setting the quivering child on his branded soles and weak knees. The bull spun then, sitting opposite the cafeteria table  with his legs out in the open. “First things first, though. My dick is the first thing you clean. As it will be whenever it’s done camping out in your guts in the future.”

If Cyber could look offended with all that happened, this was it. Before it washed to a bared-teeth scowl as the boy stood on shaky legs and dripped from under his tail. But still, that upset look was directed at the nine inches of slick, thick, hard cock. “Glare all you want boy, that doesn’t clean it off. 'Sides, you're going to have to get used to it, it's going to be routine.”

Cyber was caught between indignant silence and snappy words. He couldn’t settle on which, but the cub was certainly steaming. Dan continued, unfazed by the boy. The bull just leaned back on a fist, regarding the red-highlighted boy. A cocky brow was raised, waiting to see Cyber make up his mind. It took a minute, the wolf boy just standing there with balled fists, twitching tail, and a scowl.

The bull gave another throb to punctuate the tense air. Cyber narrowed his glare with ears folded.

Dan gave a smirk.

The boy took a breath.

—

Cyber tried to be quick and thorough, licking along the underside of the shaft with eyes locked shut. Dan just gave a relaxed exhale as the boy dragged his tongue past heavy balls, licking up previous fluid and fresh sweat. As the cub went further up the shaft, the tang of ass juices joined the bitter pre, nearly overwhelming Cyber as he got to the cockhead.

As his tastebuds ran over musky skin the wolf had to focus on not sending up his first real meal in a day or two. Though the boy wanted to glare in contempt, he could do nothing but squeeze his eyes shut as one phrase repeated in his head. “Don’t think about it.” That was it, a desperate effort to turn this into a mindless task, a plea to not recognize that this was far better than the endless mouthfuls of shit he received yesterday.

Grueling work, grating on his mind and tastebuds. But it was a relatively simple task, easy to speed through. Until a heavy hand landed on his skull, Cyber blinking as he was locked halfway, tongue out and stopped mid way up the bull’s shaft. He glanced up, brows furrowing in annoyance.

Dan spoke with that usual smug edge of enjoying every moment the wolf cub wasn’t. “You’re rushing. Slow down, it’s not a race.” The counselor’s thick fingers dug through the wolf’s red hair to solidify the grasp, and pulled Cyber’s head up. The once glaring eyes squeezed shut as his stuck out tongue dragged up that musky skin. “There, like that. I’ll give you a piece of advice, 34. Do. Not. Rush. It’s obvious you despise this, but if you don’t have time to clean me properly, you really don’t have time to do it over and over again when you miss spots.”

Strained eyes cracked open as the corners of the cub’s mouth tried to make a convincing snarl despite licking the bull’s cock. A bemused chuckle that only made Cyber’s anger flare again brought the adult’s fingers off his head. The wolf made sure not to stick to the pace Dan showed, but did slow down from his original speed. It was tempting to go faster, but Dan made some modicum of sense. Which only stung more.

—

The wolf made no effort to hide the fact that he literally spat the bull’s balls out of his mouth, scrubbing wiry fur off his tongue and hacking now that his mouth wasn’t occupied. The counselor merely reached down and casually hefted the sack that could fill the cub’s small hands. A huff, and Cyber nearly breathed out in relief. “Good enough. Expected more from an already proven ball-washer.”

Oh, Cyber wanted to flick him off so bad. In fact, he did. But behind his back. All the bull visibly got was another glare in a day full of them.

Dan leaned back then, junk shiny with a spit cleaning. “Alright then, go on.” He made a shooing motion with his fingers. “Floor won’t lick itself.”

Cyber nearly held his hands out in exasperation, pausing as he simply looked at the bull with disdain. “That’s it?”

The adult raised a brow. “The fuck else are you expecting?”

Scoffing, the wolf crossed his arms. “I don’t know, actual instructions?”

Dan leaned forward. “Find a spill, stain, whatever. Tongue on floor. Move tongue. Lift tongue. Swallow. Repeat.”

The boy’s hackles raised, expression showing more rage as it built. “Well there, see!? I didn’t know only to spot-clean!”

“It’s because you’re dumb. God, no wonder all you’re good for is taking dick.” Dan sighed, almost actually sounding sympathetic for the wolf. “I told you it’s like when you licked the floor before. Did you lick every single fucking inch before?”

Cyber’s mouth hung open for a retort that didn’t arrive. It snapped shut as his claws dug into his palms again. “No.” He said with no shortage of malice, directed at everything around him.

“Then why would you think to do it now?”

Teeth grit. “I…”

Dan flapped his fingers like a mouth as his tone turned sharp. “I- blah blah blah. No, shut up. You didn’t think. Because you’re a toilet. A fucktoy. An idiot cub that’s better off being used than being a person. You don’t use your fucking head, because it’s meant to shit into and suck cock. You don’t know something?” Dan’s hands went level, imparting seriousness. “Then. Fucking. Ask. When have I not answered your questions? At the very least, I’ll tell you that it’s not your place to know. Instead you assume and get all pissy at me. Giving me attitude doesn’t make me inclined to answer your question. But notice how I did? Imagine how detailed and respectful the instructions would be if you actually politely asked?”

Every word the bull spoke lost that smugness, that subtle joy of sadism. There were just cutting insults that the adult spoke with conviction. At the end of it, he raised a question that Cyber didn’t want to answer. There might have been one or two moments where the bull didn’t answer, but he was right. In what little memory of this nightmare was clear, Dan never refused to answer or ignore him.

That truth, hit hard. Because it then implied the first half of that statement was also pure truth. He opened his mouth, he had to say something. But then it closed after a moment, Cyber’s eyes casting down as his features drooped. That searing rage was hit with a wall of depression, self doubt and misery.

Dan put in one final strike. “If you’re thinking of an excuse to hand-wave away your lack of asking, don’t. Don’t do that to yourself. Don’t bury yourself in a pit of denial, don’t block out reality. This is your fault. That’s okay. You are here to learn, not to detach from reality. Progress is difficult, challenging. Tell me, do you know the best way to learn a language?”

Cyber was silent, nearly unresponsive.

“Going where it’s spoken. Dropping into a place where you have no choice but to learn. No lifeline, constant stress, and mistakes. But that will make sure you pick it up in record time, and take it to heart.” Dan leaned back then, the burly bull finally losing the edge that had been used to give his words enough power to cut right through the stubborn boy.

“34. I’ll give you this one for free. I’m a person of your worst nightmares. I have and will rape you. Hurt you. You’ll drink my piss and eat my shit. Come to have the taste of my balls memorized. I am nothing more than a monster to you. In a way, I am. But I am still a person. A counselor that understands cubs that should by all means be installed in a basement septic tank already. So I’ll say this: the reason you don’t ask questions is because you’re afraid of the answers. Think about that while you lick the floors.”

The big man stood, clearly ending the conversation. He didn’t leave the room, but stood on the edge and adopted a supervising post. The wolf moved after a moment, rising from the kneeling spot on the floor. Cyber’s actions were sluggish, steps plodding as his branded soles plapped on the cold tile. There was no process, no plan. Just stumbling to the first sticky stain of god-knows-what on the floor and falling to his hands and knees.

—

Dan didn’t bother Cyber while he worked. There was no barking orders or breaking of the monotony, this torture was done by leaving the boy completely alone in his thoughts and task. At first, the task overrode everything, gags and heaves sounding as the wolf poked his tongue to the tile and could barely keep it there for a moment before pulling back with a hack. "Ugh, g-god, what even... is this stuff?!" He whimpered, miserably kneeling at a spot and coughing as his entire senses were corrupted with a lingering disgust of the stain on the floor.

Though Cyber eventually managed to suppress his heaving, all it let him do was drag his tongue through the sticky puddle, yanking back to shake his head as his face twisted inward from revulsion of the coating his tongue came back with. Fighting gags for nearly a minute, he swallowed, and did his best to not throw up. Fists slamming the tile, eyes squeezed shut, growls and grunts of effort barely muffling the disgusting noise of his esophagus audibly closing around the obstruction before finally passing down with a shudder from the boy. "F-Fuck..." Cyber sighed out in relief as his muscles unclenched and loosened with the dregs of stickiness being ingested into his system.

While Cyber sat back and breathed in air in deep inhales, wiping at his mouth as his body heaved and he sucked in gulps of air, he longed for even a drop of the milk he had been blessed with earlier. He couldn't pin down the flavor of the floor, or even the mystery stain. By no means was it a complete shutdown like that of shit, and that was almost worse. Tasting shit was something he could repress, like your brain actively forgetting how awful of an experience puking is. This stuff he was licking off the floor was just under that threshold, enough to get the full package of horridness without any of the mental safeguards.

And after all this effort, all he got was one tongue-line scrubbed out of this one single stain. An entire cafeteria still awaited him. Cyber could feel it, Dan's eyes staring into him and just... watching. Maybe not even fully judging, maybe just checking to see if he's doing the task right. All the cub could feel is a pressure from nowhere and everywhere, pressing on his head and crushing him down further.

Sitting there was not going to accomplish anything except push the moment he had to go back to licking the floor longer and further away. Yet, Cyber remained seated for a long moment, just staring at the ugly yellow-brown-orange stain that he had barely started clearing. Looking at the stains around it, across the cafeteria, realizing how utterly futile this all was and how much work awaited him... It made the boy tremble, clutch his ears, and nearly break down again. He simply sat there, covering his ears as his eyes unfocused and just stared at the tile and spot that needed his tongue on it again.

—

Working as fast as he could, Cyber wanted this to be over. But then he came across his first solid detritus, no longer spilled fluids or dirty footprints. A few pieces of food were mixed in, solid, chunky oatmeal from the looks of it. It's time on the floor had dried it out, and given it a layer of loose strands of stray fur and assorted dust. The boy was going to pick it up with his hands and toss it aside, reaching out before a strong 'ahem' sounded from the bull as he leaned on a wall.

"D-Do I have to actually swallow it? Or just l-lick it up?" The wolf stammered as his mouth echoed with signals of disgust, raising his voice so Dan could hear across the room.

The bull spoke plainly with an echoing voice, the stern authority sounding far more normal than that sick glee he had before. "Swallow."

Cyber didn't hide his reluctance, his hands gripped his arms in an attempt to calm himself down. "S-Shit... U-Ugh." He groaned out as his breathing picked up in preparation for a dry heave. Cyber's face contorted, bending over as his body tried to refuse the motion. It horrified Cyber how much he had to force himself to make his tongue reach the floor, in a crisis over the amount of effort he was putting into this task. But the memory of being a toilet was still fresh, and at this point, he was getting well versed with the idea that it could always be worse.

Scraping over the tile, the chunk was dislodged and taken in. It was in his mouth and on his tongue now. Cyber tried to not think about what was in his mouth, he had a limited window before he'd start tasting it and be even more nauseated than he already was. He tried to quickly swallow it, and... did. 

Easily. It wasn't a big chunk, and there was a faint scraping as it went down. But his mind extended the time, feeling it slide every inch to his upset stomach, only to realize it was over, and most of the problem was him psyching himself out. It was still awful, but after licking the floor for a bit already, adding a chunk of floor-tasting oatmeal didn't do anything extremely different other than mix up the texture.

That was his first hurdle to overcome, and while the boy still hesitated and trembled at every stain he needed to clean, he was... acclimating. Cyber still hated every second of this, he wasn't coming to terms with it, but he was forcing himself to get the job done. So the wolf kneeled at another stain, and immediately began licking at it before he could process just how much he wanted to hurl.

It was almost like he was washing windows with his tongue. Moving methodically through each area of the floor as the stains in sight got smaller and smaller. Line after line scrubbed away, periodic swallows that he rushed through to ignore the taste, refreshing spit for clean(er) saliva to attack puddles and food scraps with. It felt like he was making progress, a genuine accomplishment building in his mind as Cyber slowly cleaned more and more. As his senses became nothing but the saturated flavor of dirt and grime, that slight positive was desperately needed.

—

It took longer than expected, but that infinite time of arduous and revolting licking was only perhaps two hours. With that time, Cyber had gotten the worst spots out from perhaps two thirds of the cafeteria. Others had entered and left the room, the kids he was forced to humiliate himself in front of had left long ago, while a few counselors came through to grab normal snacks and drinks from locked coolers and cabinets. 

The red highlighted wolf paid no heed to them, no will in his body to lift his head. To have others see his face so devoid of fight after Dan called him out. It would return, that rage inside him was still there, he knew. But at this moment, he just wanted the day to end. Such a turbulent morning, made all the worse by the fact it was all from a single morning.

Steps moved towards him, moving to go past him. Cyber ignored them, barely cognizant as his head spiraled around the bull’s words, his mind torn into a battle of fighting to disprove them or believe them. A loud splat landed before him, finally enough to halt the dissonance in his thoughts. It coalesced into nothing but sheer annoyance at someone adding to the shit on the floor he had to lick up-

Ice cream. That was a whole scoop of ice cream right in front of him. His head couldn’t raise faster, ears flying up for the first time in hours. A golden retriever looked back, holding a now-empty cone with a mock look of sadness. “Oops.” He said, with a wink down at the cub, before leaving. Gone just as fast as he arrived, Cyber was left in silence. He glanced to where Dan leaned against the wall, scrolling on his phone and not paying attention. 

Then to the backside of the retriever before he rounded the corner out of the cafeteria and left sight. The man was familiar, a soft spot in the wolf’s heart already. A little private conversation before his duty as a toilet previously, giving Cyber some needed but gentle training to assist with the horrible task that would follow.

And now ice cream. Clearly, very obvious ice cream for him. In hindsight Cyber shouldn’t have instantly rendered the canine trustworthy back then, since he still made the wolf chug his piss. The whole story of joining up so at least one cub had a non-horrifying experience was hard to believe, but gave needed hope in the moment. Any doubts that brewed in the meantime were just shattered by this random, gracious act. 

There was nothing in the world better that he knew than the ravenous slurping of melting icecream off dirty tiles. If there was anything that could reignite his spark and pull his mind out the depressive spiral, it was this. He didn’t care if the icecream was gone already, the spot it landed got twenty more licks than needed. Every atom of goodness extracted.

—

Smacking his lips, the wolf tried to ignore the flavor on his tongue. Or the knowledge there was untold gunk in his stomach. Spilled gruel, dirt carried in on feet and shoes, other ‘fluids’. The only reason he was able to carry himself with any sort of posture was the frozen treat lingering on his mind. The thought that not everyone here was a monster. Hope.

“Ugh. Dan.” Cyber said, proudly meeting his abuser’s eyes now that the fire blazed again.

“Hmm?” Replied the bull, putting his phone away. “Done?”

“Yeah.” No more than needed, Cyber crossing his arms. “What’s next?”

Dan chuckled, before he opened the small door he stood beside. A broom closet or something that Cyber simply didn’t care enough to notice more than needed. In it was a mop station, cart, mop, and filling hose. “Now you actually clean the floor.”

—

That fucking asshole. Of course licking the floor wasn’t actually part of the ‘job’. Just another act of humiliation and degradation. At least mopping was just busywork. In some twisted sense, the boy was keenly able to surmise that anything resembling a ‘normal’ chore was now suddenly not just tolerable, but ideal. A quiet snort to himself as he swung the damp mop around.

They had moved past the cafeteria, and Cyber only hoped he didn’t have to clean the whole building. Wet floor signs soon spread down halls, private or major rooms seemingly off his ledger. However, that did soon enough bring the wolf and bull to the familiar lounge. Cyber still recalled when it was just a couch and some chairs, a nice table and a vending machine. Now the pillory in the corner distorted that image, and his own memory flared up in a cold sweat.

Worst of all, it was in use. Well, not the pillory, but there was a small group in the space. Two counselors, and two cubs. Most of which were unfortunately familiar. First was the lizard and cheetah from this morning, 17. Next, was one new face and another one burned into Cyber’s memory. The plush, husky eagle woman in dark dominatrix gear, quite exposed herself. If anything, it only increased her terrible sneer. But there was a new cub, the eagle’s logically. A young dragon boy, covered in welts and bruises, and conveniently just tall enough to stand with his head in her big, fat ass.

In fact, the dragon’s head was strapped to that skull-swallowing asscrack, the majority of his face vanishing into the musky depths Cyber knew too well. The belts and leather patch on the back of his head were clear indications, and it was unfortunately needed considering the eagle’s hips were seemingly moving with ferocity. For on the coffee table that once held magazines, was now a sobbing cheetah boy getting the literal shit pegged out of him. When there was a noisy pullout, the red-tinted wolf could get just the barest glimpse of a brightly colored strapon, and it made his eyes bug out.

It was massive, and covered in both ridges and barbs. One particularly nasty thrust in from the sadistic eagle prompted an ear-splitting shriek from the poor cub, and Cyber could only watch as the girl rocked on her heels and feet in apparent delight. She grunted, huffing in exertion as she pounded away, putting her entire back into every thrust. Even her plush chest bounced with each vicious push, and Cyber was having a hard time watching the scene.

She paused just long enough to get a handful of the cheetah cub's hair in her hands and ram him right against her crotch. He gave a grunt of pain that Cyber could feel in his soul, her own avian coo of bliss and sadistic desire hissing out before a typical scathing remark he had come to expect from such a vile adult followed. "Thaaaat's right, worthless fucktoy." Though the dragon locked in her ass could barely hear her, it was clear she was talking to the cheetah in front of her as she slowly withdrew. The boy wincing and whining with every ring of barbs popping out. "Well, hopefully you learned your lesson. Thanks for giving me a reason to give you the raping all little boys deserve."

The cheetah instantly began bawling, seemingly only ever halting from the pure strain of getting his insides reamed. "I-I ALREADY SAID S-S-SORRY!"

"So~?" The sadistic eagle crooned down before grinning. "That doesn't mean you are exempt from getting your pathetic little boyhole broken open." 

The cheetah's counselor stepped up with a crossing of his arms. "He got the message, you can chill out. I don't want him shitting blood and needing a week in the infirmary."

The eagle rolled her eyes and shoved 17 back to the hilt of her barbed strapon and gave a delighted squeal as he shrieked in pain. "Oh, shut up Charles. I swear, I'm the only one doing their job in this fucking place. Your fucktoy clearly lacked discipline, and I'm doing exactly what I was hired to do. Give them something to cry about. Besides, listen! Your fucksleeve makes the cutest screams~!" She punctuated her words with a smack to the cheetah's abused backside while pistoning her hips into his ass with a satisfied smirk.

"Look, I let you rape him because he rightfully earned it by stepping out of line. You're just doing damage for damage's sake now. He needs to be able to walk tomorrow, and we're all going to know whose fault that is if he can't."

Almost adopting a pout, the eagle gripped the sobbing cheetah and harshly yanked him off the cruel strapon, prolapsing the boy as he let out another scream. "Fine, here, take your stupid fucking cockwarmer." She coldly said as she dropped him on the floor, the cub landing on all fours. "Maybe if you treated him worse I wouldn't have to rape him." The eagle added with a look of superiority as she stood there with her own charge locked in her thicc ass.

Grunting, the lizard casually picked up the broken 17 and carried him to the couch. As he transported with the feline, and the eagle keenly watched, it brought all of their attention to the fact that Cyber and Dan were standing in the lounge's entryway. Cyber held the mop with shaking hands, eyes wide and fearful. Dan smirked, and began clapping once he saw their eyes on them. "Ah, excellent work here, Lucinne." The bull spoke up with a polite tone as he addressed the eagle dominatrix who playfully scoffed at Dan, before her eyes locked onto Cyber as her beak spread into a fresh, sadistic, dreadful smile.

"Dan~" She began in a lilting, teasing tone as she leaned back a bit and pushed her cub further up her ass. "How kind of you to stop by, but you should have announced yourself sooner! You know I love an audience~" The dragon cub in her ass began shaking his head frantically, struggling to pull away from her rear as his muffled pleas and shouts were smothered by the warm, supple ass flesh surrounding him. Having his wrists locked to her thigh cuffs didn’t let him do much however.

"Oh don't worry little fucktoy~" She added in a softer voice as she patted the leather patch on the back of his head holding him in place, her words just barely loud enough to hear over her cub's desperate wails. "I'll feed you soon enough. But I believe I taught you how to properly rim me already. So if you take your tongue out again, you're spending the night with the ball-crusher on maximum~"

Lucinne's eyes trailed back to Cyber as she straightened up, a twisted grin on her features. "It's good to see the two of you together, finally. You two always seem to be late, or off doing your own thing. That being said, I had such fun introducing myself to your toilet there yesterday." The eagle mused as she pulled her cub further up her ass, the sounds of his rimjob muffling as he whimpered. "A rather pathetic performance, but it was his first time after all. Plenty of time to improve. At least his face makes a nice seat."

Dan chuckled, "Ah, I love how much of a bitch you are Lucinne. You bring a rare energy to this place. As much as I don't like my plans being interrupted, I must say I got a kick out of you switching 34's operational hole yesterday."

The voluptuous eagle strut closer, hips swaying, and forcing the boy locked to her butt to move with her. The heavy, long dildo strapped to her crotch swung around as well, easily a full foot or more, boasting imposing girth and terrifying barbs that dripped lube and shit scraped out of the cheetah. Cyber could see it clearly now, having to crane his neck back to look at the adult. She put one hand on her hip and the other on her open chest, a superior smirk across her features as her face looked down at him. "As much as it is fun to shit in their ass, I always prefer making them taste it. Speaking of, shitdumpster? It looks like you're on cleaning duty, right?"

Cyber furrowed his brows, eyes narrowing with his ears folding back. "Yeah." He responded with all the hostility he could muster, even if his heart hammered in abject terror.

Lucinne gave an exaggerated shrug. "Well, that awful little cheetah toy left a mess on my boy-breaker. Be a dear and clean it up." Her words were saccharine sweet as she fluttered her eyelashes down at Cyber. The red-highlighted wolf sputtered, stepping back to press right into Dan's front.

Behind the woman, the dragon cub kept his screams muffled as he tried to dig his claws into Lucinne's ass, gurgles coming through their smothered connection. Cyber was unfortunate enough to recognize she had begun shitting down his throat while eyeing the wolf with a knowing smirk. Cyber turned to look up at Dan, who only gave a 'go on' motion that made his stomach sink. He looked back at the eagle dominatrix who was raising an impatient brow.

Turning around fully with his tail drooping behind him, Cyber stared at that dripping strapon in repressed disgust. But he was thoroughly outgunned in this fight, two nightmare counselors on either side of him. Well, at least cleaning up a dildo was better than being in the dragon's position. Or 17's for that matter. Did Cyber actually feel sympathy for the cheetah? After what he did this morning? This shared pain made the wolf boy question his undying hatred for the kid that humiliated him.

"Today, shit-mop." Lucinne said with fading patience, the playful tone falling to a deadly serious one.

Cyber held a scowl on his muzzle, but there was fear behind it. A pleading look to Dan that wasn't answered before the bull patted his back with a devious grin. "Don't keep her waiting, 34. You do not want to be on her bad side."

Yeah, well she was already on his bad side ten times over. The fact that he could imagine being in that dragon boy's spot so vividly was agonizing in itself. But with a sigh, he hefted the mop up. Before a latex gloved hand grabbed it, and the eagle bent down to shove her face in his. "No, no, no~ You don't clean it with the mop, you clean it with your tongue, toilet." The eagle woman's beak split in a wide grin, looking at Cyber in pure delight as he tensed up with the words. A slight crinkle sounded as her digits slowly released the handle, standing back with hands on her hips and sputtering chokes from her backside.

"But..." Cyber started with a strain of willpower in his voice. His effort was quickly turned to a choked squeak as Dan put his hand on the top of Cyber's head and shoved him forward. With a grunt, the cub fell onto his hands and knees before the woman. 

"Clean it." The bull simply ordered.

The stubborn wolf’s fists balled up with a growl through gritted teeth. Not only rage or defiance, but sheer fear as he imagined getting this close to that horrid toy. But with few options left Cyber grit his teeth as his tongue came out, slowly moving towards the barbed dildo as he inched forward. The acrid taste hit him first as his tongue touched the wet tip of the dildo, lapping at the mixture of shit, lube and ass juice coating the tool. Even a hint of blood came through. With no shortage of heaves and gags, he got to work. At least it was better than what her own cub was experiencing.

As the wolf boy struggled to lap over that foreboding tool, Dan met the eagle's eyes before nodding at the sobbing cheetah and lizard on the couch. "So, what'd the little fucker do to earn the legendary 'boy breaker'?" The bull inquired, offering a polite conversation as the sadist chuckled and put a hand on her hip, the other gripping her strapon and pushing it up for easier access during the cleaning.

A giggle of mirth followed from the sadistic woman as she held a hand to her beak. "Oh, not much. He just called me fat. Quite childish, and rather amusing honestly." She said before moving the hand to press the continually struggling dragon deeper in her cheeks as he choked on her shit. "My darling 28 here is learning how to treat a woman properly, and I just felt the need to share such principles with 17 over there. I wear my curves with pride, but I couldn't let one of these lowly toilets be so openly rude."

Lucinne's gaze snapped back down to Cyber as he swallowed down another tongue-coating of the dildo’s detritus, his face only a few inches from the nasty tool as he made sure to cover every barb and inch of silicone in a fresh coat of saliva. It was grueling, and worse than the taste and smell, was the mere fact that it took effort on his part. Being a toilet was purely forced, an ass crushing his face, hole feeding right to his lips. This was something he had to do. But after a morning of licking floors and humiliation, it was just another drop in the bucket. The adults above him resorted to small talk, watching him debase himself with the usual glee.

Thankfully, there wasn't much fanfare when he finished. Just a 'bleugh' as he stood up and tried not to hurl, a 'good enough' from the horrible woman, and silence as she strutted away with the dragon held between her cheeks with the harness. As they left, Cyber noticed an absolutely massive glass buttplug in the dragon boy's rear, able to see his fleshy insides clear from so far away. Then startled shock as a hand clapped his back, nearly knocking him over as Dan kneeled to speak quietly to Cyber.

"34. Let me be clear. If you are able, never be alone with her. If I ever leave you unsupervised during a job that doesn't involve counselors using you, find me immediately if she comes up to you. Only endure her sadism if you are forced." There was a serious tone in the bull's voice, and that might have chilled the wolf boy more than the woman herself. "She is cruel for the sake of being cruel. I'm here to help you all learn humility and all that shit I already told you. She wants to hurt you, end of story."

Cyber gave a silent nod, gulping with a tension in his spine. If fucking Dan of all people was warning him of her, then it was serious. Still, he'd like to mention that he really can't just 'avoid' her when he was a fucking prisoner. Instead, he chose a plain remark just to show he was listening. "I thought you were bad... She's the worst, huh?" Cyber would have loved to rant about how much he despised her just from their time together yesterday, but he'd rather never talk about his time in that bathroom. That scar will never heal.

Dan sighed then. "Unfortunately not. She'll fuck you till you bleed and laugh while doing it. Slam that fat ass of hers on your face shit right into your stomach before pissing in your eyes. But I'd only say she's the second worst. Like me, she doesn't hide that she gets off on this. I love this, but the rape isn't the entire reason I'm here. She doesn't hide that her entire purpose is just torturing you kids."

The wolf narrowed his eyes. "How... does that only make her second worse? Why was she even hired? What-"

"Don't question it when I’m not finished talking, 34." Dan plainly said. "But to answer you, it's that the devil you know is better than the devil you don't. The worst one is a guy that pretends to be all nice before being just as bad, or worse, than Lucinne." Dan stood back up, crossing his arms. "That man is the one I genuinely despise. We're no saints. But that deception makes a real monster."

Cyber blinked at Dan in silent surprise, unable to find an argument in his racing thoughts. Well, it seemed Dan could be decent at times. Which only made it more jarring. That again, Dan proved somewhat noble in intention despite his practice. Coupled with a... reasonable worldview on that topic, in a light way to put it. "M-May I ask... who...?"

Dan shook his head. "I don't think you've met him. They keep him away from most, give him the lost-cause kids. Actual problem kids, like the ones that kill pets and stab their parents. Hopefully you don't meet him. I don't want you thinking about him, but if we see him, I'll point him out."

"Why not just tell me-?"

"We're done talking, 34. You have cleaning to do."

The red-accented wolf blinked, before slouching. "Oh. Right." He bent to get the mop, but Dan shook his head.

"Unfortunately for you, Lucinne gave me an idea by making you lick her dildo. 17 got roughed up bad. See him prolapsed over there? I think he needs that same 'personal touch' you gave her boy breaker." His gesture to the couch highlighted the miserable kindergartener sprawled on his belly, rear clear and visible. It was easy to see that he had been thoroughly fucked open by the barbed monstrosity.

Cyber balked, and gulped. "You can't be serious." He said with incredulousness as he looked at the sobbing cheetah.

"Oh I am. And c'mon, aren't you two friends after this morning?" Dan said with a bit of cheekiness. 

The wolf clenched his fists, being made to once again humiliate himself for the shithead that started this day off on the horrible path it took. But he remembered the brutalization he just saw, the pain he could empathize with. If the other kids couldn't show him mercy and sympathy, why should he show them any? But as he looked at the boy on the couch, in such a wrecked state... Cyber wasn't heartless. Even in school, as he pranked and rebelled, it was never to hurt people. He often wanted to stand up to bullies, even when it meant going home with a black eye in someone else's stead.

After all, wasn't he strong? This place was asking that question at every turn, every second. And he was failing that question over, and over. He couldn't this time. Even when the task was awful, repulsive, and unthinkable, surely he could help one kid here. It was only a kindergartner, as was so hammered into him. So with a steeling sigh, he set his shoulders and began walking to the couch, the mop left behind.