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Realisation

3 - Sam's Story

'Ah... ah... Yes! Yes! Keep going, faster, faster, nearly there!' Sam was very close, he could feel the pressure building up deep inside him. He continued quickly rubbing his leaking cock as the older boy pounded his tight 11 year old tail hole. The boy was just some guy he'd met at school, his name was Charlie, or something like that, he didn't really care, he just needed someone to fulfil him after he'd recently discovered his fondness for boys. He'd accepted it quite easily, without much confusion, a bit of internet porn and exploration pretty much confirmed it for him. He just hoped his parents didn't find out.

The fox that was fucking him let out a loud cry as his cock twitched in the tight tiger's arse and his cum sprayed deep inside Sam. He'd heard from some of the other students that this first year was willing to go all the way with most guys, he couldn't deny this tight tiger-slut was a good fuck. He sighed as he released deeply into the younger boy's crack.

The feeling of the Fox releasing inside him made Sam extremely happy, it prompted him start releasing all over his own duvet covers. His penis jerked and jumped in his paw as he reached his orgasm, shooting thick, sticky robes, creating a pool below him. All the while his hole throbbed as if he was milking the fox boy.

Although what he did not realise was that his father had come home early. The large tiger walked in the house, which was strangely quiet, as he had sworn his son was meant to be home already. He made his way upstairs, heading for the bath room, when he heard a very strange noise. The sound of bed springs squeaking, and muffled moans of pain coming from Sam's room. He slowly crept towards his son's room, fearing someone was hurting his boy. As quietly as possible, he turned the door handle and pushed the door open ever so slightly, peering through the gap to see what was happening. What he saw sickened him to the pits of his stomach. He witnessed a large, fire-red fox orgasm deeply into his 11 year old son, who in turn created a pool of semen below him. Sam and the fox collapsed in a heap, with Sam falling in the pool he had just created, matting his black and white fur. This was too much for the large Tiger.

'WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!' The Man bellowed loudly with a vicious growl as he walked towards the panting heap on the bed.

'DAD? Oh shit!' The two boys scrambled to get free from each other as the large cat walked towards them with a scary look in his eyes and his claws protruding from his paws.

'Wait... sir-' Charlie started, but was interrupted by the enraged beast grabbing him by his chest fur and brought him to eye level.

'I walk in to find you fucking my son. You don't get to talk you little faggot.' With that he threw the young fox across the room, where he crashed into the wall, making the room shake and knocking off a few pictures hanging around the place. The fox lay at the foot of the wall for a few moments, stunned. He noticed that the big cat was... busy, with his son, so he seized the opportunity to grab his clothes and slip out of the room and the house, in a flurry of embarrassment, fear and shock at what had just transpired.

Not noticing the fox had escaped, the animalistic tiger pulled his son of his bed and pinned him against a wall, nearly choking him, so he could stare into his faggot-of-a-son's eyes. 'After all I did for you after your mother died, this is how you repay me? By getting fucked by a boy? I should have known you'd turn out to be a poof.' He said with a nasty tone of anger and disappointment that sent shivers down Sam's spine.

'Dad... I-'

'SHUT UP!' Roared the fierce cat before throwing his son forcefully onto the ground, sending jolts of pain through the cub's back. 'When I'm done with you, you won't even remember your own name.' He said, talking into his son's ears in a low, soft growl, the most threatening sound the cub had ever heard.

'I...I'm sor-' He tried to whimper but was interrupted by his father's large, powerful foot-paw contacting with his tender, cum-covered stomach. He let out a grunt of pain as he was left winded. That wasn't the last kick from the brute, he let out an enraged volley of powerful kicks and punches onto his defenceless son, Sam letting out cries of pain with tears streaming down his furry face. It didn't take long for this rampage to overwhelm the young cub, and he was knocked out cold. The last thing he heard his father say frightened him beyond belief 'I didn't fucking raise an abomination. Time to send this faggot to hell.'

*****

'I think it's best if you leave now, sir. The damage you have caused to your son nearly killed him, it will certainly leave him psychologically scarred.'

'But he's my son, I should stay with him.'

'With all due respect, sir, after the way you treated your cub, you have no right to see him, or even call him your son. Please Leave.'

'Who the fuck do you think you are? You can't tell me what to do.'

'The Police are on their way.'

'You ball-less piece of sh-'

'There he is! That's the one! Excuse me sir, we are arresting you under suspicion of grievous bodily harm and physical abuse of a minor-'

'YOU WHAT?!'

'You have the right to remain silent-'

'Get away from me! Put those fucking handcuffs away!'

'-Anything you do or say can and will be taken down in evidence and used in your case.'

'NO! SAM! I...I LOVE Y-'

'It's okay, Sam, he's gone now, you'll never see him again. You're safe now.'

*****

'Well hello there, sleepy head, how are we?' Sam groggily opened his heavy eyelids to find himself in a large bed, with blue sheets, in a small, very bright, white walled room. As his eyes adjusted to the light he found himself in a hospital bed, with a very kind looking Golden Retriever looking over him, giving him a reassuring smile. He suddenly remembered the kind man had asked him a question. His voice sounded familiar...

'I...I don't know. What's the time?' Sam asked, his usually perky ears lying flat on his head. He felt a jolt of pain in his leg as tried to readjust his position.

'No no, don't try and move, you've sustained some very serious injuries. The time is 11:15 in the morning, on the 24th of May. My name's Doctor Fairhead.'

'Th... The 24th of May?' The last thing Sam remembered, it was 3:30pm on the 13th.

'Yes, Sam.' The doctor spoke very gently, wanting the cub to understand what he was about to say, but not wanting to upset him. His smile faded to a more serious look. 'You have been in a coma for a little under 2 weeks.' The cub tilted his head slightly as he gave the doctor an adorable confused look. 'Uhh... You've essentially been asleep since the 13th, ever since your father...' He trailed off, before continuing. '... Ever since your father hurt you very badly. But don't worry, you're safe now he can't hurt you anymore.' He said as he quickly laid a comforting paw on the cub's shoulder, noticing that his eyes had began to well up with tears as Sam remembered what had happened to him.

'I had a dream... I think you were in it.' The cub said as he looked up back into the nice doctor's eyes. 'I dreamt that the police came and took my dad away, you were there... you stood up to him.'

The doctor gave Sam a sympathetic smile. 'That wasn't a dream, Sam, that happened the night your father brought you here. You must have been able to hear what was going on whilst you were in the coma. It's not uncommon for people in comas to be able to hear what is happen around them, even if they are not conscious.' Sam nodded, indicating he understood. 'That night the police came and arrested your father, he is currently in jail and will most likely go to prison for a very long time. Now, I realise this must be very upsetting for you-'

'No. He deserved it.' Jake said angrily, looking up with fire in his eyes.

'Well, I'm not going to say I disagree with you. He hurt you very badly.' The doctor looked down towards Sam's leg. The tiger hadn't noticed until he followed the kind doctor's gaze that his leg was in plaster, being propped up, outside the duvet cover. 'Your leg is broken, Sam. It'll take a while to heal, but it will go back to normal. You'll have to keep the plaster on it for 6 to 8 weeks, depending on how quickly it heals.'

'How long do I have to say here?'

'Well, I've contacted social services, they'll come a pick you up. I'm going to keep you in overnight, just to keep an eye on you, in case anything happens, you have been through a lot. You're a brave young cub.'

'No! I don't want to go to no care home!' Sam whined, his eyes again welling up with tears at the thought.

'Sam, I know, it'll be hard, but you'll have to work at it, you'll get used to it soon enough and make lots of new friends.' Doctor Fairhead said in his soft, soothing voice, not removing his comforting paw from the quivering cub's shoulder.

'A... are you sure?'

'Positive. Now, get some rest, you've been through a lot and you've got a lot of challenges to come. A social worker will be here in the morning to take you to a nice home with lots of other children.'

The battered tiger cub listened as the kind doctor's words soothed him, and his eyelids became heavy, sending him into a very deep sleep.

*****

Sam lay awake in his tiny bedsit flat, the love of his life, Jake, silently sleeping with his head resting on Sam's chest, the tiger's arm wrapped around his wolf cub. He stared up at the ceiling as he reminisced about the eventful 2 years that had passed. In that time he had done more growing up emotionally and mentally than many people do in 10 or 15 years. Although the tough times had taken their toll on the still young tiger cub, he swears he'd do it all over again if it meant he could stay with his adorable lover- wolf.

Truthfully, he'd had an awful time in care. More often than not the boys teased and bullied for being gay, sometimes verbally, but more often than not, physically. The one saving grace was when he met a beautiful rabbit about the same age as him (He was 12 at this point), who was staying in the same care home. They hit it off immediately, and Sam truly thought he'd found his soul mate. Well, one thing lead to another, and the care home found out what was going on and the rabbit was moved to another part of the country. It completely crushed Sam, he was inconsolable for many weeks, constantly running away, constantly being dragged back against his will, he refused to eat, he became quite ill. No sympathy was offered from the so-called 'care' workers. He became increasingly introverted and at one very dark point even considered ending it all.

When he felt at his absolute lowest, several months after the loss of his rabbit, he was called into a meeting with the district's local social worker, the same one that had visited him in hospital. She said they were going to try something new with him, as things obviously hadn't been working out in the care home. The council were going to pay for him to live independently (with regular visits for the social worker, who was very nice) in the other side of the city, provided he attended a local school and showed sign of improved behaviour. He would be provided with a weekly allowance, enough for food and clothes; the essentials. If they were ever any problems she would only be a phone call away.

Sam was so touched by this new start he'd been given that he couldn't help but cry. This was the nicest anyone had treated him since his rabbit companion, and he could thank her enough.

'Thank... you... so...much.' he sniffed through sobs. She drew him into an embrace that reminded Sam of his mother.

'Don't worry, you're going to be fine.' She comforted him.

So, about a month later, on the day of his 13th birthday, actually, he moved into his new bedsit. It was in quite a nice area of the city actually, about a 20 minute walk from his school and there were many nice shops in his green, leafy suburbia. He'd moved at the beginning of the summer holidays, so he had had time to settle in, but he had to admit, it was very daunting at first, and he looked forward to the social worker's weekly visits, it being some of the only contact he had with another fur as he generally stayed indoors and watched his little TV, or played games on his slow, crappy computer, only really going out when he needed the essentials.

He started school (in the second year) without much hassle, he'd decided to keep his sexuality a secret as to not draw too much attention to himself. He went about his days just going from lesson to lesson, at lunch and break he would eat fast and go to the library, where he would not be disturbed. That was where he first noticed Jake, the most adorable wolf cub he had ever set eyes on.

He was sitting alone in a dark corner, reading his favourite book, 'The Lord of The Rings.' When he heard high pitched, strained squeaks. He noted is position on the page and looked over his book to see a first year wolf cub standing on the tips of his foot paws, arms stretched out, struggling to reach a book on a top shelf. Sam noticed that in the boy's stretching, his t-shirt had pulled up, and his baggy shorts had fallen down slightly, revealing his furry lower back, and the top of his rump. Sam couldn't take his eyes off the cub, his slender slightly-feminine hips were adorable, he felt himself getting aroused as his boxer shorts became quite constricting.

Suddenly the young wolf looked to his right as he noticed 3 large rottweilers enter the library and walk right over to him. Sam noted them as being 2 years older than him, 3 years older than the wolf.

'Well, look who's here boys. The little poof can't reach the top shelf.' The largest rottweiler grabbed the book he was reaching for and threw it into the boy's stomach, which caught him off guard and knocked him to the ground., his ears firmly pushed against the back of his head. Sam did nothing, just watched. 'Hahaha! The faggot can't even stay standing!' With that he knelt down and whispered into the cub's ear 'You better watch your back. I'm going to make your life hell. Come on boys.' The 3 beasts walked out of the library, menacingly cackling to themselves.

The poor cub start softly crying as he picked up himself and the book that had been used to floor him, he quickly ran out of the back door, tears welling up on his cute cheeks.

Sam kicked himself in his mind as he returned to his book. Why hadn't he done anything? It was then he realised that he had a raging hard on, it was embarrassing because he had tight jeans on, and the trousers just accentuated his bulge. He forced himself to become flaccid again. 'I've got to meet him' he thought to himself. 'NO!' His mind argued with itself 'I can't! I've been hurt too many times before.' He swore to himself not to get involved with anyone, and this adorable cub was no exception. He did his best to avoid the wolf, but as was typical, the more tried to avoid him, the more he kept seeing him.

About 2 months later Sam couldn't take it anymore, he had practically thought non-stop about the wolf, he'd never felt this way about anyone before. He thought that if he just talked to him he would feel better. So after school he waited by the school gates until he saw the wolf come out of class and exit the campus, walking lightly but quickly paced. Sam followed at quite a distance, putting his natural skills as a tiger to good use. The wolf was about to turn a corner when he walked right into the back of the large rottweiler and was knocked to the ground. The dog turned round, snarling at what had just caused him to drop his cigarette.

*****

Jake began slowly stretching out as he woke up from his best sleep ever. He lifted his head off his tiger's furry warm chest and looked up, to see Sam smiling down at him with those beautiful green eyes.

'Hey Sleepy-head' Sam cooed lovingly.

'Hello' Jake smiled back as he scooted up his lover's body to make contact with a loving and soft kiss on the cat's maw. 'What time is it?' He enquired, suddenly realising he had ditched school and his parents might be worrying.

'About 5.' The tiger responded.

'5? Oh shit! I need to get home!' Jake quickly threw on his clothes and made for the door, but before leaving he turned back to his new-found love, still lying on the bed completely naked. He couldn't resist that. He ran back and gave him a passionate kiss, savouring the flavour and warmth of the cat's mouth. 'I love you so much. I'll see you tomorrow!' He said with a cheeky grin and ran out of the door.

'I love you too!' Sam called out, but Jake was already gone. He lay back, paws behind his head, as he went back to sleep. He remembered this moment. It was the happiest he had been for so many years.

To be continued...

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