[A/N] This chapter is a very important one because it explains why Corneria and Venom are the way it is… Why they had a war, and that that war means. I myself am a student of history and have read many books and wikipedia articles about history and war, so I know how things like this happen…
Fox woke up suddenly and gasped for breath. Another nightmare he thought as he held his throat, imagining the last minutes of the dream he just woke up from where someone wearing a white mask cut his throat with a naginata… What a strange nightmare he thought and got up, stretching the orange fur on his body and going downstairs for breakfast. Down the stairs was the café Kursed and Falco and Andrew worked at, because Fox lives upstairs.
He made himself a frappucino and biscuits and sat down and started to read the paper. "A mysertious death on Fortuna…" he read it out loud. "A man killed because he was stabbed in the throat by a heel-blade… That sounds… like Wolf's work…" He suddenly remembered his conversation with Panther yesterday and got out his phone to call the black cat. "This is Fox", he said. "What's your status?"
"We've found no sign of him and we've chaked all his favorite locations… even the brothels…" Panther said back in a deep voice that sounded like the voice of a male African American POC. "He's nowhere…"
"That's not true because no one is nowhere… We're all part of this hell we call life" Fox said back to Panther and turned off the phone. It was no use calling the panther. He would have to find Wolf himself. He put on his black coat and boots and hat and walked out the door and into the cold Cornerian streets. He knew exactly where he was going to find answers…
He walked down the road and ignored the foolish passersby and turned down a dingy alley that led to the most notorious gang bar in Corneria. The orange-furred fox grinned when he saw its door being guarded by a walrus in a wheelchair. "You!" the walrus yelled. "Me" Fox said back with a grin. "Are you going to let me in this time, species or not…? I can make life even harder for you of you want. It would be my pleasure, even…"
The walrus sputtered but was interrupted as a very tall giraffe woman walked through the door and spotted Fox. "Fox…" she said with trepidation. "I suppose it was only a matter of time that you'd come here, now that Wolf is missing…"
"I need answers.", Fox said darkly as he walked past the walrus with a wink and into the club. Loud club music played and there were lots of flashing lights. There was an enchilada rapping on the stage and gogo dancers on stripper poles gyrating and grinding against the poles as fat lecherous old men stuffed cash in their thongs. "Disgusting…" Fox said to himself with a grimace as he watched the women dance. "Only a sick pervert would enjoy a place like this."
A deep laugh rumbled behind him. "And there are many such perverts in this world I promise you, young Fox!" The old fat man slapped him on the back. "About time you loosened up and gave me a visit. Get it?" the rabbit said with a nauseous wink. "Loosen up! Just like men's anuses before they're penetrated in gay sex."
Fox spun around from him and glared at him in one fell swoop. "I don't want to hear about what things you get up to in your free time Peppy", he said. "I just need answers… about Wolf…"
"And you will get them", Peppy said with a too-white grin. "For a price…"
Fox frowned as some muscular men wearing leather gear with lots of spikes walked by. "No price is too great to save a missing friend" he said.
Peppy slapped him on the butt and led him to a backroom where there was a red sofa, a lot of mirrors, and a video camera. "A lot of people want to see Fox McCloud naked and have things inside him… you know, down there. They even write stories about it on the internet sometimes. You have a lot of fans, Fox. Why not help them…? Help them fulfill their fantasies…"
Fox started to cry just like he did whenever he thought about Slippy for too long. "You've been like this ever since Slippy attacked you, Peppy. This isn't the right way to heal… But for Wolf, I will do what I have to do…"
The orange fox started to shed tears like a virgin sheds blood from her maidenhood after her virginity is taken, and he also shed his clothes in much the same fashion. Peppy grinned and licked his lips and started to sweat and turned the video camera on.
For Wolf, Fox thought as he laid back on the couch and prepared for what was to come as the muscular men wearing spiked leather outfits entered. I will do what I must… to save my friend…
{A/N] It's no secret that I dislike the BDSM community… I think there;s something very wrong about getting… pleasure… from hurting someone else. I think sexual violence passes like a disease where one person does to another what is done to them, in a dark cycle, and here Peppy is attacking Fox much like he himself was attacked by Slippy in the past. So the rape victims are doomed to become the rapists eventually… and yet, can rapists really be blamed for what they do when they are victims too? It is a question with no good answer… only darkness… Who violates the violator? Another violater…