I stand in front of the train station, disgusted that I'm back here in this forsaken city, and I take a step towards the school. It's been twenty years since I left. I'm not the same canine I used to be. I'm a killer, conditioned to charge into bullets, use my predatory instincts to kill. I have taken many lives, lost many good soldiers, and watched as we ripped each other apart with teeth, horns, claws, and bullets. I hunted too many beasts, the faces of fear have left my sick mind for something more horrific. My left forearm is gone and my right eye was gored out by a ram. This hunter outlived his usefulness and was discarded like the piece of refuse he is. Shouldn't have went career.
I can still taste the blood in my mouth, the bodies dropping like insects to pesticides, and the cries of men faced with death. The school was so preoccupied with the next Beastars before I left that the bitterness drove me to war. I have to go to the reunion tonight, see all the ones who were expected to be the best they could. Bankers, accountants, CEOs, secretaries, and doctors. That is what the school groomed us to be, but I fell out of their fingers and into a nightmare.
The night sky illuminates the school like the monolithic castle built to force preds and prey to accept each other as equals. Music can be heard from outside the gymnasium of my former class. How many showed up? Doubt they'll recognize me. It was a fucking mistake coming back. I turn and begin leaving the premises.
"Kevin? Is that you?" an effeminate voice mocks from behind me, "What happened to you? Are you okay?"
Rose, a malamute with black fur covering most of her face, my first friend from before I left, looks at me with a questioning gaze. She holds her white paw out for me to take in my dust furred one. She leads me to the reunion, all of my former classmates are chatting lively. The faces of familiar animals put on edge. I knew them when we were young, but years have a way of corrupting the nicest of kids.
Rose, her green eyes look up into my blue one, she still has the same smile I crushed on. Her paw still holds mine before wrapping it around her waist. She leans into my chest and just holds me. It's been so long since I've felt the caring touch of her. We grew apart. She became a mature woman, and I an immature soldier. She let's go of me, leaving a cold spot on my body. Her eyes look up to me again.
"I missed you, Kevin." She says just barely audible over the calm music.
"What have you been occupied with the past decade?" I ask out of courtesy.
Her smile fades fast, but soon returns before she thought I knew. Her hand goes into her large bosom and she pulls a cell phone out.
"My husband and I have two beautiful daughters." she shows photos swiping to the next, "Carolyn is the oldest she's four, and Jennifer is seven months."
The first daughter, Carolyn, has blue eyes, black neck fur, and white facial fur. Jennifer is a solid white cub, her eyes are closed in the picture. Albino? Maybe.
The music switches to something I've not heard.
"What's this music called?" I ask the malamute.
She listens for a few seconds before answering, "That's called jazz."
She swipes once more, revealing her posing nude on her bed, spreading her cream-pied puss for the camera, her white furred tits firmly sitting on her chest in the photograph.
"Shit! ShitShitShit!" she swears fumbling with her phone, accidentally swiping to a video of her getting bukkaked. Her black belly and knee fur shows the group cumming on her chubby milf body and narrow muzzle with a flushed face.
"Porn star, Rose?" I ask as a pink hue barely shows through the black fur.
"Louis! It's Louis!" many yell pointing out the deer so beloved when we were students.
The deer had grown bigger antlers, good to compensate for something. He waves the crowd away, showing an expensive suit that I laid my life on the line for. Politicians. He looks to me and walks over. Great. Greasy; dirty tick.
"Kevin, It's nice to see you again." Louis smiles extending his left hand to shake mine.
Grabbing my nub, his face twists slightly in disgust as I mouth the words to him as he drops my nub, "Don't pretend to know me."
A hand lays gently on my right shoulder from behind me. I spin, put their body on my shoulder and slam them quickly. My knee rests on their chest, my right claws prepared to slash the throat. The cold tundra air shows my panting breath. The ram looks up with brown eyes, his hands by his side. I let my guard down.
He pulls me closer, his head coming to meet mine. Attempting to avoid the hit, his horn gouges deep into my eye. Pulling back, It's ripped out of my skull and sticks on his horn. With a growl, I slash his throat open.
"Don't do it, Kevin!" a voice calls holding my arm.
I look down. Legosi. I've nearly killed Legosi. It was a mistake coming back here. I pull my arm out of the grasp of a cheetah's, rise from the gray wolf, and leave. Rose calls after me, they all call after me. Fuck it, I need a drink. My flask sits in my coat pocket, my right hand holds it between my left forearm and body. The lid unscrews easily, and I down the vodka.
The cold has settled on my skin. Fucking nightmare my life has become. I walk past the dorms, 605 was my room number. Wonder how Mike, Casey, Ali and Ramsey are doing.
"Kevin, are you okay?" the quiet voice of Legosi asks.
"No. I'm sorry about pinning you." I speak tipping my flask up to find out empty, "Ever watch someone you were supposed to protect die in your arms? Drown in their own blood from a gunshot to the lung?"
I look into the flask to see that it is empty. The metal container flies into the bushes by the fountain. I run the paw over my buzzed furry head.
"No. I want to talk to you. Sometime tomorrow on fourth and main." He says giving me a card, "Be there or I'll hunt for you."
Legosi Predatory Therapy. You can help yourself.
I nod, and thank him. I have every intention of not going. Parting ways, I head for the metro system. The trains pass with screams on the tracks. The screams are high pitched like the mortar shells overhead. The sound make me cover my ears as best I can. It still gets through. I can't take it! Fleeing, I return to the school grounds. Forcing open the door to the auditorium, Louis is dancing with a brown furred female wolf.
They dance intimately unknowing that I am watching. The she-wolf forces Louis to the floor with authority, but gently. Her tail wags as she straddles the red deer, their lips lock in a passionate kiss.
I hide from view and curl into the corner and sleep to the rhythm of wet slapping, soft moaning, and rutting. I hated this school then, and I hate it now.
If any of you are waiting for my halo to be updated it will be a a while. I've numerous projects planned. 5 stories, 2 bands, my job, and a fursuit.