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There was the slam of a door and around the corner she saw Spencer Harris in a rush, but stopping quickly to say good morning.\n\n Marlo laid on the floor in the closet catching his breath. His mind had drawn some sort of blank and he forgot where he was. [i]This darkness is hell[/i], he thought. He heard voices grow louder as more people began to arrive outside and realized that he was at his school. Frantically searching for the light he reached up to find a string from the ceiling and tugged it. The closet was a wreck. He was a wreck. He sorely bent down to pick up his shorts and put them on, but noticed blood trickling down his leg fur. He panicked muttering to himself, but didn’t understand the words he was even saying. He grabbed a roll of toilet paper and ripped off a long line of it to pad his legs working up to his sore crotch, but his hands were shaking so badly he dropped it. He fell down to his knees, pulled the bucket towards him, and began to vomit inside of it.\n\n Marlo studied the floor to minute details during first period. He hurt so bad during the run that he was reduced to a quick and painful walk. The gym teacher Mr. Henson kept yelling for him to pick it up, but he absolutely couldn’t. Mitch was there and eyeing Marlo suspiciously the entire time. Marlo knew this although he never looked up to see it for himself.\n\n At the beginning of second period Mitch had set his hand on Marlo’s aching shoulder to grab his attention, but before he could say anything Marlo had stricken his arm very brutally in retaliation.\n “What the hell?” Mitch said, flabbergasted. Marlo’s sudden overwhelming guilt left him speechless.\n “Why are you changing in the closet now?” Mitch asked, his voice showing a sense of betrayal.\n He didn’t know how to speak. He didn’t know what to say, what lie to tell, what apology to give. He simply stared back at the squirrel who stared back at him and his eyes swelled. A tear escaped before he could hide it and Mitch slowly inched his hand forward to tug at Marlo’s shirt collar. He pulled it back to reveal a patch of lost fur and a deep set of scratches.\n “Oh my god,” he started, but seemed as speechless as Marlo.\n\n Mitch had forced Marlo to agree to talk to him about it during lunch, but the remaining two periods before that were filled with failed attempts to get early information. When the bell rang Mitch simply followed Marlo who cut through the courtyard and led him to the side of the schoolbuilding which he nervously inspected for eavesdroppers.\n “What happened to you?” Mitch asked. Marlo still looked back and forth.\n “Spencer hurt me,” he admitted, “he hurt me really bad,” but his words became jumbled as the tears emptied out onto his face.\n Mitch’s face went red and he grabbed Marlo’s arms to study his shoulder again.\n “What did he do?!”\n “He hit me and—”\n “And?!”\n “He f..fingered me… I’m bleeding, Mitch,” he held his paw out and pointed between his legs.\n Mitch ran his hands through his own head fur and paced a short distance back and forth cursing to himself. Marlo slumped onto the ground and began to weep to himself. He begged for Mitch to not say anything and that Spencer had threatened to kill him, but Mitch refused and dragged him into the school’s office requesting a nurse.\n\n Marlo sat on a chair as others crowded him inquiring about his attack. The police arrived and apparently retrieved the culprit before Marlo was sent to the hospital to be treated for his wounds. Before he knew it he was at home sitting in his bed. His parents had allowed him some time alone after the blur that was a bunch of heated hours in the emergency room with doctors invading his privacy, his parents concerned shouting and weeping, police interrogation, and the relentless loss of Mitch’s presence. He hadn’t seen him after they sent him back to class quickly after they had arrived to explain his ordeal.\n\n Staring into space he laid down without getting undressed or climbing underneath the covers. He sighed. He was now staring outside the window at the night sky, but quickly slipped into a dark dream.\n\n Marlo jumped up to his feet and turned around so abruptly that his foot got caught on the mop and he fell over onto it and some cables. Spencer the doberman picked him up off the ground and stuffed a sock into the fennec’s mouth.\n “You make a sound and you’ll be in a whole ‘nother world of hurt,” he growled into Marlo’s ear.\n He proceeded to force the fennec against the wall and pull down his gym shorts and underwear.\n “You’ve made this easier for me. No one’ll be here for a while,” his chuckle released a puff of bad breath into Marlo’s face. He dug his paw into Marlo’s shoulder pinning him to the wall. Nothing could be seen in the pitch black closet and nothing could be heard outside to give Marlo any hope of getting caught.\n Spencer began indulging himself roughly grinding his hand between Marlo’s legs from behind. His finger slipped inside of the fennec’s vagina and curled inward on its way deeper. The fennec’s cries were muffled by the sock on which he began to choke. His trembling legs fought viciously to to free himself from the intruding hand. Spencer’s finger began to very quickly pump him, also scratching him from the inside, and he was slowly pushed onto the ground by the doberman clawing into his shoulder. On all fours Marlo managed to tear the sock out of his mouth and catch his breath before attempting to shout out in desperation. The claws let out of Marlo’s shoulder and clamped over his muzzle to keep it shut.\n “No. Sound,” Spencer was looking at him in the eyes even though he couldn’t see them, “And stop pretending you don’t like this,” he threatened vehemently and stuck his mouth to the fennec’s invading it with his tongue and exchanging their saliva.\n He let back and Marlo was panting and gasping for air as he was pushed forward onto the bucket hitting his face on a rack that held toilet paper. The doberman positioned himself on top of the fox from behind and he began to unzip his pants. Suddenly, a female teacher’s voice sounded outside talking to someone in the distance.\n “[i]Dammit[/i],” the doberman exclaimed zipping his pants back up. He flipped the fox around and grabbed him by the scruff on his head to pull him face-to-face, “You tell anyone and you’re dead.”\n Marlo’s head banged against the rack as the doberman pushed him away and quickly slipped out of the closet after snatching a roll of toilet paper.\n\n His phone was ringing. His phone was ringing? He was in his bedroom. Why was he at home? It was dark outside and he picked up the phone to see Mitch’s picture displayed as his ringtone synchronized with a vibration. He ignored it.\nA tone sounded shortly afterwards and he picked it up to listen to the voicemail that was left for him.\n\n “[i]I heard you got a week off school, wow. I don’t know if you wanted to talk to me right now. I am sorry, but I agree with what I did. I… you know, want to see if I can see you before you come back. I was really worried all day. Please send me a message or call me back.[/i]”\n\n [i] It’s not that I don’t want to talk to you, it’s that I don’t know how[/i], he thought. He didn’t go back to sleep that night, but stripped his clothes off and stared back at himself in the mirror a good ten minutes before starting the shower.\n\n The warm water soaked his fur as he scrubbed the shampoo all throughout his body. He felt like was renewing himself in some way and made sure to get every spot of him he could find. The warm water was comforting, the steam filling the room, the honey lavender shampoo lathered into his fur… He could breathe.\n Stepping out he padded himself down with a soft, fluffy towel drying off so that he could move into his room. He found it easier to walk now though it stung a bit, but this peaceful silence was all he ever really wanted.\n “Hey,” he said, “I’m OK. I’m glad you helped out,” he spoke to no one.\n “Hey, I’m alright. I want to—no… Hey, I’m alright. Thank you so much for what you did today…”\n He picked up his phone and press the call button. It began to ring.\n “Hey, Marlo. How are you doing?” said the voice on the other line.\n “I love you,” he stopped after those three words he did not intend to say.\nThere were a few seconds of silence on the other end before a stuttering voice replied, “I… love you too, Marlo. Are you OK?”\n “Yes.”\n “Are you at home?”\n “Yeah.”\n “I don’t want you going anywhere at school without me being with you.”\n “Good…”\n They both went quiet.\n “Mitch, can I see you?”\n “Of course, M, when?” [i]M? He’s calling me M?[/i]\n “Tonight in front of the library.”\n “Tonight? Are you sure?”\n “It’s between our houses. Just make sure you—”\n “I can be there in 15 minutes.”\n “Leave now.”\n\n Mitch hung up the phone and Marlo quickly got dressed and bundled up in his coat before quietly slipping outside his house and into the night while his parents slept.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "


06


Author’s note: This chapter gets dark, but so does reality, so just read.

\t
\tMrs. Audrey had been chatting with a janitor walking down the hall before students were to arrive at school in the morning. There was the slam of a door and around the corner she saw Spencer Harris in a rush, but stopping quickly to say good morning.

          Marlo laid on the floor in the closet catching his breath. His mind had drawn some sort of blank and he forgot where he was. This darkness is hell, he thought. He heard voices grow louder as more people began to arrive outside and realized that he was at his school. Frantically searching for the light he reached up to find a string from the ceiling and tugged it. The closet was a wreck. He was a wreck. He sorely bent down to pick up his shorts and put them on, but noticed blood trickling down his leg fur. He panicked muttering to himself, but didn’t understand the words he was even saying. He grabbed a roll of toilet paper and ripped off a long line of it to pad his legs working up to his sore crotch, but his hands were shaking so badly he dropped it. He fell down to his knees, pulled the bucket towards him, and began to vomit inside of it.

          Marlo studied the floor to minute details during first period. He hurt so bad during the run that he was reduced to a quick and painful walk. The gym teacher Mr. Henson kept yelling for him to pick it up, but he absolutely couldn’t. Mitch was there and eyeing Marlo suspiciously the entire time. Marlo knew this although he never looked up to see it for himself.

          At the beginning of second period Mitch had set his hand on Marlo’s aching shoulder to grab his attention, but before he could say anything Marlo had stricken his arm very brutally in retaliation.
          “What the hell?” Mitch said, flabbergasted. Marlo’s sudden overwhelming guilt left him speechless.
          “Why are you changing in the closet now?” Mitch asked, his voice showing a sense of betrayal.
          He didn’t know how to speak. He didn’t know what to say, what lie to tell, what apology to give. He simply stared back at the squirrel who stared back at him and his eyes swelled. A tear escaped before he could hide it and Mitch slowly inched his hand forward to tug at Marlo’s shirt collar. He pulled it back to reveal a patch of lost fur and a deep set of scratches.
          “Oh my god,” he started, but seemed as speechless as Marlo.

          Mitch had forced Marlo to agree to talk to him about it during lunch, but the remaining two periods before that were filled with failed attempts to get early information. When the bell rang Mitch simply followed Marlo who cut through the courtyard and led him to the side of the schoolbuilding which he nervously inspected for eavesdroppers.
          “What happened to you?” Mitch asked. Marlo still looked back and forth.
          “Spencer hurt me,” he admitted, “he hurt me really bad,” but his words became jumbled as the tears emptied out onto his face.
          Mitch’s face went red and he grabbed Marlo’s arms to study his shoulder again.
          “What did he do?!”
          “He hit me and—”
          “And?!”
          “He f..fingered me… I’m bleeding, Mitch,” he held his paw out and pointed between his legs.
          Mitch ran his hands through his own head fur and paced a short distance back and forth cursing to himself. Marlo slumped onto the ground and began to weep to himself. He begged for Mitch to not say anything and that Spencer had threatened to kill him, but Mitch refused and dragged him into the school’s office requesting a nurse.

          Marlo sat on a chair as others crowded him inquiring about his attack. The police arrived and apparently retrieved the culprit before Marlo was sent to the hospital to be treated for his wounds. Before he knew it he was at home sitting in his bed. His parents had allowed him some time alone after the blur that was a bunch of heated hours in the emergency room with doctors invading his privacy, his parents concerned shouting and weeping, police interrogation, and the relentless loss of Mitch’s presence. He hadn’t seen him after they sent him back to class quickly after they had arrived to explain his ordeal.

          Staring into space he laid down without getting undressed or climbing underneath the covers. He sighed. He was now staring outside the window at the night sky, but quickly slipped into a dark dream.

          Marlo jumped up to his feet and turned around so abruptly that his foot got caught on the mop and he fell over onto it and some cables. Spencer the doberman picked him up off the ground and stuffed a sock into the fennec’s mouth.
          “You make a sound and you’ll be in a whole ‘nother world of hurt,” he growled into Marlo’s ear.
          He proceeded to force the fennec against the wall and pull down his gym shorts and underwear.
          “You’ve made this easier for me. No one’ll be here for a while,” his chuckle released a puff of bad breath into Marlo’s face. He dug his paw into Marlo’s shoulder pinning him to the wall. Nothing could be seen in the pitch black closet and nothing could be heard outside to give Marlo any hope of getting caught.
          Spencer began indulging himself roughly grinding his hand between Marlo’s legs from behind. His finger slipped inside of the fennec’s vagina and curled inward on its way deeper. The fennec’s cries were muffled by the sock on which he began to choke. His trembling legs fought viciously to to free himself from the intruding hand. Spencer’s finger began to very quickly pump him, also scratching him from the inside, and he was slowly pushed onto the ground by the doberman clawing into his shoulder. On all fours Marlo managed to tear the sock out of his mouth and catch his breath before attempting to shout out in desperation. The claws let out of Marlo’s shoulder and clamped over his muzzle to keep it shut.
          “No. Sound,” Spencer was looking at him in the eyes even though he couldn’t see them, “And stop pretending you don’t like this,” he threatened vehemently and stuck his mouth to the fennec’s invading it with his tongue and exchanging their saliva.
          He let back and Marlo was panting and gasping for air as he was pushed forward onto the bucket hitting his face on a rack that held toilet paper. The doberman positioned himself on top of the fox from behind and he began to unzip his pants. Suddenly, a female teacher’s voice sounded outside talking to someone in the distance.
          “Dammit,” the doberman exclaimed zipping his pants back up. He flipped the fox around and grabbed him by the scruff on his head to pull him face-to-face, “You tell anyone and you’re dead.”
          Marlo’s head banged against the rack as the doberman pushed him away and quickly slipped out of the closet after snatching a roll of toilet paper.

          His phone was ringing. His phone was ringing? He was in his bedroom. Why was he at home? It was dark outside and he picked up the phone to see Mitch’s picture displayed as his ringtone synchronized with a vibration. He ignored it.
A tone sounded shortly afterwards and he picked it up to listen to the voicemail that was left for him.

          “I heard you got a week off school, wow. I don’t know if you wanted to talk to me right now. I am sorry, but I agree with what I did. I… you know, want to see if I can see you before you come back. I was really worried all day. Please send me a message or call me back.”

          It’s not that I don’t want to talk to you, it’s that I don’t know how, he thought. He didn’t go back to sleep that night, but stripped his clothes off and stared back at himself in the mirror a good ten minutes before starting the shower.

          The warm water soaked his fur as he scrubbed the shampoo all throughout his body. He felt like was renewing himself in some way and made sure to get every spot of him he could find. The warm water was comforting, the steam filling the room, the honey lavender shampoo lathered into his fur… He could breathe.
          Stepping out he padded himself down with a soft, fluffy towel drying off so that he could move into his room. He found it easier to walk now though it stung a bit, but this peaceful silence was all he ever really wanted.
          “Hey,” he said, “I’m OK. I’m glad you helped out,” he spoke to no one.
          “Hey, I’m alright. I want to—no… Hey, I’m alright. Thank you so much for what you did today…”
          He picked up his phone and press the call button. It began to ring.
          “Hey, Marlo. How are you doing?” said the voice on the other line.
          “I love you,” he stopped after those three words he did not intend to say.
There were a few seconds of silence on the other end before a stuttering voice replied, “I… love you too, Marlo. Are you OK?”
          “Yes.”
          “Are you at home?”
          “Yeah.”
          “I don’t want you going anywhere at school without me being with you.”
          “Good…”
          They both went quiet.
          “Mitch, can I see you?”
          “Of course, M, when?” M? He’s calling me M?
          “Tonight in front of the library.”
          “Tonight? Are you sure?”
          “It’s between our houses. Just make sure you—”
          “I can be there in 15 minutes.”
          “Leave now.”

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