Quick Backstory
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He walked silently from the bathroom to the nearest exit out the back of the school. Classes had just ended and the tired cheetah was in a desperate rush to meet up with a special someone. They always joined to walk home together each day, both living a convenient distance from the local high school. Just the thought of the grey wolf made his chest flutter with warmth as he burst through the double doors into the hot September afternoon.
Scanning his immediate surroundings, the area was depressingly desolate. Not a sign of recognizable life was present. The excitement in the cheetah dispersed into hollow disappointment as he slumped against the rough, brick school building behind him. Maybe his wolf was running late. He was sure of it. He would wait.
He watched the double doors intently as if the sole act alone could bring him his desired results. It did just the opposite for the unfortunate cheetah. A fat, sniffling rat charged though the doors seemingly unaware of the timid fur leaning against a wall obscured in shadow. The rat's ears perked as he stopped abruptly, turning to face the innocent cheetah with an evil sneer.
"Look who it is."
"Shit," he groaned under his breath. The rat was a notorious jerk who loved to terrorize others to hide his own inadequacies. The cheetah had run into him before, but now he was utterly alone with no one to defend him.
"Where is that big boyfriend of yours? Not here to protect you now is he?" the rat
jeered.
"I'm waiting for him if you must know," he replied with disdain. It was best to leave these types alone - he knew from experience.
"Oh, I'm sure he will come," the bully practically bled with sarcasm. "What do you gotta do to get a big guy like that to be a body guard for a little, wimpy fuck like you? I think I have a pretty good idea what..."
The conversation was going downhill fast. The cheetah gave a quick, "Fuck off, asshole."
The rat promptly ignored the comment and continued. "How often does he make you suck his dick? Or do you just go down on him whenever you want? I bet you do, you little cocksucker."
The cheetah began to shake. He tried to mask his fear with indifference, but it wasn't working. This rat was set on hurting him and he could only hope it wouldn't turn physical. He muttered a soft, "Its not like that..."
"Really now," the rat sneered. "I bet you let him fuck you too. You're his little bitch. Faggot." Suddenly the slob was on him, shoving the slim cheetah hard against the solid brick wall behind him. It hurt, yet he held the tears back. He wouldn't cry.
"I could fucking snap you in half, little pussycat," the bully threatened. "You have any good reason as to why I shouldn't?"
The sadistic rat was a psychopath, thirsty for his blood. The cheetah trembled as he racked his fearful mind for any answer than would free him from the torment.
"How about you treat me like that boyfriend of yours," The rat grinned. "Maybe we could work out an arrangement? Not really fair though with how much you would enjoy shoving your muzzle onto my dick and all."
The sick bastard was past delusional to think he would get anywhere near that rotten piece of flesh. The cheetah squirmed, making a valiant attempt at escape, but only succeeded in irritating his captor. "Fuck you," the cheetah hissed. "You're sick."
The rat swiftly punched him in the gut and announced, "Now you're sick." The air was knocked from the cats body as he hunched over clutching his aching stomach. He was about to heave his lunch, that's for sure, and if he did he would make sure it landed directly on the fucker in front of him. Tears began to seep from his watering eyes as he tried to stand up straight once more. "Just leave me alone," he whimpered.
"No," the rat answered. "Faggots like you deserve what's coming to you." The next punch was aimed directly at his face, but he managed to roll to the side and miss the brunt of the aggression. The cheetah was sick of the constant bullshit. Always the same pointless fight, same pointless people, same pointless hate.
Tears flowing down his cheeks, anger boiling over, he bared his teeth and yelled out in frustration, "YOU DESERVE WHAT'S COMING TO YOU!" While the rat was confused with the sudden roar of aggression, the cheetah threw all his weight into a one-armed attack on his tormentor. His open-clawed swipe hit the rat square in the face opening 5 read streaks of fury across the nasty rat's muzzle. The punch wasn't very forceful, but the rodent staggered back a bit. The shock on his face was soon replaced with rage. The cheetah's anger was long gone, now replaced with primal terror warning him to flee if he valued his life.
"You actually fucking hit me. I'm going to tear you in half!"
The cheetah was slammed into the bricks again. However, this time he knew he wouldn't be able to dodge the incoming onslaught that would likely conceive his death. As he flinched, screwing his eyes shut to wait for untold quantities of pain, nothing happened.
He felt the heavy weight holding him down magically disappear. A loud squeak was heard and then a heavy thud. The cheetah's eyes shot open to see the disgusting rat thrust up against the brick wall by a grey wolf. The irony wasn't lost in the cheetah's immense relief.
"Touch him again, and I'll personally see to it that you never walk again," his savior growled. The open ended threat left much to the imagination and the rat got the idea and nodded quickly to placate the angry wolf. The canine wasn't satisfied and delivered a powerful jab to the rodents gut before letting him fall to the ground. The lump of fat curled in on itself whimpering and sniveling in pain.
The cheetah rushed to the wolf and leapt up to embrace him enthusiastically. He knew the wolf would come, yet, he was ashamed with his evident need to be rescued.
"I'm sorry you had to do that," the cat mumbled. "I'm so fucking pitiful."
"Are you kidding?" the wolf asked. "Did you see those nasty gashes you gave him? Those will require some stitches. I think that was pretty badass."
The cheetah laughed and said, "Yeah, sure. Thank you for being here for me."
"Its my pleasure. Cant have anyone beating up on my pussy," he teased.
"Come on," the cheetah rolled his eyes. "You know I don't like it when you call me that."
They walked away leaving the high school bully alone to contemplate his desire to walk.
"You tell me if he messes with you again," said the wolf seriously. "I'll break his legs; I'm serious."
The cheetah sighed. He didn't want to have bodyguard, but a protective boyfriend was better than nothing. "That fucker actually thought I was giving you head nightly for protection."
The wolf chuckled and said, "I wish. He must have never heard of a crazy little thing called love."
The cat nodded before continuing. "And then he tried to coerce me into pleasuring him, promising he would leave me alone if I did. Not to mention the many colorful insult he threw my way."
The grey wolf growled, "Now I'm definitely going to break those stubby legs next time I see him. You're mine sweet little kitty."
"And you're mine," replied the cheetah with a bashful blush.
The two continued on their journey home whispering their love and affection the whole way. The torment of that day was soon forgotten, replaced by something much stronger. An unspoken bond, a love that lasted many years. This love, a love that transcends hate, heals all.
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This here is a cheetah I drew because, lets face it, all I draw are canines. This was a lovely challenge and the added emotion made the piece much more interesting. And there is a quick story I wrote too so...yeah.
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