Content Warning:
•Homophobia
•Bullying
•Harsh language
Wednesday afterschool. Walking along the main boulevard.
Today was looking to be a great day. School let out early and Elan finally bought a copy of Far Cry 6. He’d been waiting months for its release!
Without noticing he turned a corner into a back alley and walked up to an older student. A 16 year-old tiger with a sleazy appearance, smoking a cigarette.
“Hey, kid,” Elan looked up from the game in his paws. “That game. Give it to me.” “B-but I,” he panicked. “Did I fucking stutter? Hand it over before I floor your ass.”
Without a choice he handed the game over. He resolved not to cry. Elan would never give him the satisfaction. After a moment of inspecting the game he looked over at the young boy.
“Ya gonna cry, faggot?” Elan sniffled but shook his head. His willpower was weakening. “You’d better start before I give you a reason to.” The muscular upper classman towered over him.
“Hey,” a familiar voice called out behind the bully. “Huh? What the fuck do you want?” It was Dokota. “Can I show you something?” “Ha. Sure. Why don’t you take those panties off and give me a show, bitch?”
Dakota had something else to show him. A can of pepper spray he sprayed into the bully's eyes.
“WHAT THE FUCK?! MY EYES!” he screamed and collapsed. “I’ll take this.” Dakota retrieved the game from the ground and handed it to Elan.
“Dakota...” Elan broke down into tears. Without hesitation he hugged Dakota tightly. “Okay... I said okay! Ugh, just take it and get lost already.” Elan wiped his tears, gave Dakota one last look, and ran back to the street. “Nobody bullies that nerd but me,” he triumphed.
Dakota observed the bully still writhing in agony on the dirty asphalt. “Heh. Pussy. Let’s see what you’ve got.” He deftly picked his pockets and produced a wallet. Inside were bills amounting to $59 and a condom. “As if anyone’d fuck you,” he snickered. Without warning he kicked the bully in his ribs and threw the packet at his face. Dakota smugly walked away counting his ill-gotten money.
“You... fucking bitch! You’re dead! You hear me?! DEAD!”
