This is another story inspired by a song... I'm a music addict, can ya tell? ;) And the lyrics are posted at the begining of the story. Ok, now for the boring legal stuff. This story and characters is (c) to me, so please have the decency to send an email and ask me if you're going to go and use one of my characters or something. The song Always is (c) to the band Saliva and is the reason this story exists... no insult meant. ****Disclaimer**** This story is of a sexual nature and is not intended for the minors who are going to read it anyway. ****Disclaimer**** ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Always I hear a voice say "Don't be so blind" it's telling me all these things that you would probably hide am I... your one and only desire am I the reason you breathe or am I the reason you cry Always always always always always always always I just can't live without you I love you I hate you I can't get around you I breathe you I taste you I can't live without you I just can't take any more this life of solitude I guess that i'm out the door and now i'm done with you I feel like you don't want me around I guess i'll pack all my things I guess i'll see you around Its all been bottled up until now as I walk out your door all I can hear is the sound Always always always always always always always I just can't live without you I love you I hate you I can't get around you I breathe you I taste you I can't live without you I just can't take any more this life of solitude I guess that i'm out the door and now i'm done with you I love you I hate you I can't live without you I left my head around your heart Why would you tear my world apart Always always always always I see the blood all over your hands does it make you feel more like a man was it all just a part of your plan the pistol's shakin' in my hands and all I hear is the sound I love you I hate you I can't live without you I breathe you I taste you I can't live without you I just can't take any more this life of solitude I guess that i'm out the door and now i'm done with you I love you I hate you I can't live without you I love you I hate you I can't live without you I just can't take any more this life of solitude I pick myself off the floor and now i'm done with you Always Always Always * * * * Third period was chemistry and Sam was already at his desk in the second to last row in the despairingly white classroom as usual. 'I'm such a fucking nerd.' The skinny fox thought bleakly, looking at the way the white shirt and blue pants of his school uniform hung off his thin frame. Sam wasn't ugly, but he wasn't exactly the most handsome fox either. He was skinny, he didn't work out or anything and the only real exercise he got was hauling around computer parts and riding his bike around from one electronics store to another. His thin appearance wasn't helped at all by the fact that his fur was coarse and flat, he always looked kind of like he'd been doused with water. 'No wonder she never notices me.' He sighed and slumped forward onto his desk, his huge black tipped ears drooping to either side. Sam ran his short claws through his wiry fur in a desperate attempt to straighten it out; an attempt that failed miserably. None of the females in school ever noticed him, or if they did, they had no interest in him at all, sexual or otherwise. He scowled, hating himself, but hating them more. It's not like it was his fault he wasn't the most handsome guy, why treat him as though it was? He'd only ever asked a few girls out and they had flatly refused him. But of all the females he'd actually had the guts to talk to, he'd only ever said 'hi' a couple of times to the one girl he had to have. He'd already made up his mind to have her, if he had to take her by force, he would have her nonetheless. He gave a wicked grin and a low pleased growl at that thought. A few moments later the object of his thoughts walked through the door to the chemistry class. Sam couldn't help but stare at Cindy Walsh as she walked into the room. He memorized every bit of her, her cream and dusky brown siamese coat perfectly cleaned and combed, her bright blue eyes sparkling enticingly, her wonderfully inviting curves flowing sensuously down to her tail which waved teasingly. Sam sighed longingly as he watched her. He was rudely woken from his reverie by a sharp whack upside the head from his friend Mike, an arctic fox who sat to his right. "Dude, give it up, she doesn't even know you exist." Mike snickered. Sam glared at him and picked his chemistry book up in silent threat. Mike just snickered again and went back to his work. Sam went back to his daydreams. * * * * Three weeks later, Sam was starting to get worried, Cindy had been absent for almost a week. He really didn't know why the hell he cared about how long she'd been gone or what had happened, she didn't give a shit about him, but he was worried anyway. He sighed heavily, mentally berating himself for being such an idiot. He noticed her feline friends in third period where talking and giggling as usual, but a couple seemed a bit worried. He pricked his ears up to try and hear more and managed to catch a snippet of their conversation. "I know, I can't believe this is her first, she's so much older than me and I had my first two years ago." One black and white splotched cat said. The calico next to her snorted at the younger one's ignorance, "Well she's on the track team, a lot of athletic activity can delay it like that, duh." A black cat on the calico's right snickered a bit, "She wouldn't have this problem if she'd just pulled one of her boy toys into bed with her." The calico glared, her voice dropping below a whisper, "You know her dad would kill her if she slept with anybody." The younger one's black and white ears dropped slightly and she sighed, "I just hope her heat doesn't last for too long, she's my partner on this project you know." Sam's brown eyes went wide as saucers, that was not the explanation he'd been expecting. He'd expected to hear that she was out sick or something, but not that she was in heat, her first heat, no less. 'Damn!' he thought with a wicked grin, 'So she's virgin, you'd never know from all the bragging she does, but then the ones who brag the most get the least.' He snickered a little to himself as he imagined himself being the one to take her virginity. He let the images run through his mind: He'd follow her home one day after school, she'd let him into her house and up to her room, he'd pin her down to the bed, rip off her uniform and force himself into her tight little body, she'd scream and beg and in the end she'd call his name in release. He murred quietly at the thoughts, it would be so nice to have that tight cunt wrapped around his shaft. He was woken from yet another daydream by Mike whacking him upside the head. Sam growled at him, ears back and hackles raised, wire-furred tail waving threateningly behind him. Mike looked at him wide eyed, head ducked, white ears laid back, "Sorry man... I was just trying to save you a little embarrassment." He said quietly, pointing to Sam's crotch. Sam finally noticed the growing bulge in his pants. He was glad no one could see his blush under his dark red fur. He excused himself, quickly got out of the classroom and went to the bathroom to solve the problem. He went into the stall and locked the door, got his pants out of the way and started pawing himself off. He closed his eyes, barely suppressing a pleasured growl, as he pictured Cindy in his mind and what he'd like to do to her, how good she'd feel wrapped around his shaft. He panted quietly as he stroked himself, imagining it was her hand, her silky feline lips around his now fully erect cock. He smirked wickedly, wondering if his nine inch member would fit in her virgin cunt, thinking about how sweet her screams would be as he took her. It took him a good ten minutes to finally reach release. He gave a little sigh of pleasure, taking a minute to enjoy a little of the afterglow before cleaning himself up and putting his clothes back in order. He went back to class, sat down at his desk and started on his class work but he still couldn't stop thinking about her; he'd have to make a few more trips to the bathroom before the school day was over. * * * * Cindy came back to school a few days later. Sam caught a few glimpses of her in the hallways, she acted as if she hadn't been gone at all other than she got to all of her classes early and collected her missed assignments. Sam hadn't stopped thinking about her, or of what he wanted to do to her, for two seconds the whole time she'd been gone. Most would call him obsessed, but to him it was love. Even knowing she was getting to her classes early, Sam was surprised that she was in her desk before he was, no one else was in the stuffy white room and the teacher was in his office, so he figured she wouldn't mind if he talked to her. He smiled a bit and said 'hi', she gave him an almost shy smile (or was that embarrassment?) and said 'hi' back to him. "You were gone for a while, what happened? You get sick or something?" He asked, doing a good job of sounding casual with just a touch of concern. "Oh, I just got a really bad case of the flu," he caught a hint of a blush under her dusky fur as she lied, "My dad is so paranoid, he wouldn't let me come back until he was sure I wasn't sick." "Yeah, parents can really suck sometimes." "Yeah." she blushed again and went back to catching up on her homework. Sam knew she was lying, he could smell a trace of her heat left in her scent. It was the most wonderfully intoxicating scent he'd ever come across, spicy and sweet, it made him want her even more, but he kept that to himself and went to his desk and sat down. Mike had come in and sat down while Sam was still talking to Cindy and the white furred fox was gaping at him. "Wow, you actually had the balls to talk to her. I'm going to die of shock." Mike sneered. Sam growled viciously and swiped at Mike with his claws, drawing blood. Mike stared disbelieving at his friend as he pressed one white hand to the bleeding cuts on his arm, "Dude! Calm the fuck down! I was just messing with you." "Oh shit. I'm sorry, man. I just... I guess I lost it for a second. Sorry." Sam tried to apologize, really at a loss as to what just happened. 'It's gotta be Cindy.' He thought, 'It's her scent, it's driving me crazy.' He cast a glance over at her and felt a familiar stirring in his loins coupled with a slight flaring of his temper. How dare she do this to him, make him lash out at his friends like that. He hated her, but he wanted her all the same. He looked away before he'd have to excuse himself again and tried to concentrate on his schoolwork, but his instincts refused to let him, he couldn't stop thinking about Cindy. By the time class was over he'd decided that this would end today. He wasn't going to be a slave to her any longer. * * * * The last bell rang and everyone rushed out of their classes. Jocks got together to brag about their recent "conquests" and how the girls all came to the games just to watch them, the geeks arranged to meet for LAN parties, while the girls met with the others in their cliques to talk and giggle about who was going to get laid tonight. The outcasts were simply ignored and just headed home. Sam, however, did not. He'd gone home at lunch and picked up his dad's pistol and smuggled it back to school in his backpack. He would have her today and he wasn't going to let her fight him. He watched Cindy talk with her friends and gossip and laugh until the group finally broke up to head to their respective houses. Cindy walked home with the calico and the black and white cat. Sam followed. The black and white turned off at the end of the street. Sam still followed. A half dozen blocks later the calico went into an apartment complex. Cindy continued alone. Sam was done following, he jogged to catch up with her. "Hey, Cindy." He said once he was walking beside her. "Oh hi... um... you're from my chemistry class, right?" she said, unable to call the skinny fox's name to mind. "Yeah, Sam Porters. I talked to you today before class started, remember?" "Yeah, I remember. So what are you doing here? I've never seen you come this way before." She commented, Sam was amazed she knew even that about him. He shrugged a bit and said with a laugh, "I just wanted to talk to you. I'm sure you've heard that line from almost every guy in school. But I'm one of those weird guys that actually means what he says." She laughed a little and flicked a brown tipped ear in amusement, "You're such a freak." Normally when Sam heard a girl say that it was coupled with a threat of bodily harm, but he could tell Cindy was just messing around. "Well I can't help it, you're just so hot, I can't think straight." He laughed a bit and so did she. He was biding his time, waiting for just the right moment and it finally came. They walked by a little side alley and he grabbed her arm and dragged her all the way to the end, dropping his backpack a few feet away. She gave a little squeal of surprise and pain. "Let me go!" she yowled. "No. I'm not letting go." He growled, "This ends today. I've loved you since the first day I saw you and you've never noticed, not once. I'm gonna show you today." He rubbed his cheek against her soft fur, reveling in the feeling, "Don't fight, you'll love this." He promised, gently wiping her tears away. Sam kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth with his tongue, only breaking the kiss long enough to get her shirt off. He kissed her again, one hand slipping around her back and deftly unfastening her bra and getting it off her. She fought him, trying to get away from his hands, knowing if she could just get out of his grip she could run to her house. He wouldn't have it, he growled and pinned her hands above her head. "Stop fighting, bitch!" he snarled. She hissed at him, brown tipped ears laid flat, sharp teeth bared, and brought her knee up hard, trying to hit him in the balls. He twisted to the side, barely avoiding the move. He growled and smacked her, his claws leaving red trails in her fur. "Stop fighting! I've got a 38. in my bag, you keep fighting and I'll blow your head off, got it?!" He threatened, she apparently believed him because she stilled her struggles immediately. "That's much better." He whispered, again wiping her tears away. He tore off her short skirt and her panties with it, still keeping her wrists pinned above her head. He took a moment to look at her body, exposed and at his mercy. His eyes lazily wandered over the supple curves of her wonderfully toned body, memorizing the pattern of her fur. He ran a hand over her stomach, reveling in the feel of her soft cream coloured pelt, short claws lightly scratching the skin underneath. "Please! Don't do this! Please!" she screamed at him, tears staining her soft fur. "Shut up!" he snapped and she obeyed. He kissed her roughly, holding both her wrists with one hand and letting his free hand run along her supple curves, stopping at her breast and kneading the tender flesh. His nimble fingers found the nipple under her fur and gave it a little squeeze. He noticed she was holding back the sounds of pleasure that welled up in her throat and he couldn't help but smirk. He let his hand wander down to her virgin sex and slipped a couple fingers in, making her gasp. He made a trail of kisses down along her jaw to her throat, and lightly nibbled the chords of her neck as he moved his fingers in slow, steady strokes, gently rubbing her clit with his thumb. Cindy moaned in spite of herself, hating that her body was betraying her in pleasure. Sam smiled almost sadistically, "Fucking slut, I knew you'd love this." He kept working her cunt until she was nice and wet. He brought his hand up his muzzle and licked her juices off his fingers, "Damn, you taste sweet." He gave another cruel grin and kissed her, making her taste her own arousal. "I think you're ready for it now." He said softly, his wicked grin betraying his true emotions. Cindy tried to twist out of his grip and got a hard smack on the face for her trouble, reopening the cuts on her cheek and matting her fur with fresh blood. He slammed her against the brick wall of the alley, making her hit her head, giving her a private fireworks show as her senses tried to recover. "Little bitch! I told you not to fight me!" He threw her towards the end wall of the alley and she gave a sharp cry of pain as she hit the wall. Sam went over to his pack and pulled the gun out and flipped the safety off. Cindy tried to run past him but he caught her and threw her back against the wall and pinned her there, putting the gun to her temple. "I warned you, didn't I?!" he screamed at her, ignoring her tears, "Now you're going to stop fighting or I'm going to put a bullet in your fucking skull!" She nodded meekly, not caring if he raped her now and just wanting to get out of this alive. He grinned sadistically as he got his pants out of the way and stroked his cock to attention, "Don't worry, after a few minutes you'll be begging me to take you." "Please, don't do this." She begged weakly, her voice choked with tears, "I'll give you anything you want, just don't do this, please." "Oh, you don't understand," he said softly, longingly, kissing her tears away. He lowered the gun, leaving the safety off, and set the pistol down on the ground by his feet. He grabbed her arms, holding her against the alley wall, and kissed her deeply, "The only thing I want is you." Without any more warning he slammed his full length into her, viciously tearing through her virginity. Cindy screamed, cold tears of pain staining her fur. He stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of her hot cunt wrapped around his achingly hard shaft, soothing and arousing all at once. He pulled almost completely out and slammed into her again, taking sadistic pleasure in making her scream; she'd hurt him and now he would get his vengeance. He kissed her and began moving in a steady rhythm, ignoring her pleas for mercy and her cries of pain. He was so close already, the feeling of being stroked by her silky softness almost too much for him to take. He slowed his rhythm for a few minutes, bringing himself back from the edge. He kissed her again, letting his tongue run over her sharp feline incisors. Sam shifted his grip to keep her wrists pinned above her head with one hand, letting his free hand roam over her body, cupping one of her breasts, teasing her nipple with a claw tip. She moaned slightly into the kiss, hating herself for giving in like this, her body giving her no choice but to react to his brutal touch. "Little slut likes being taken, does she?" He sneered, grinning cruelly as he forced his cock deeper into her abused body with every thrust. She winced but moaned all the same, dusky ears drooping in shame as he raped her. He laughed softly, sadistically, and fucked her even harder, knowing she wouldn't fight... she was his now. Cindy didn't dare fight him, she knew he'd murder her if she did. If she was careful, let him take her, let him think he'd broken her, she might have a chance of escape. He seemed to have read her thoughts, or it might have been that she'd allowed a bit of hope to creep into her eyes, whatever it was it made him snarl at her and pound into her even harder, tearing her tender flesh and making her bleed. She screamed in pain but it turned into a moan as his thrusts brushed his coarse fur against her clit that much faster and harder; it nearly made her knees buckle as her mind swam in a sick mixture of pleasure and pain. She was only vaguely aware of his lips on hers as he kissed her hard enough to split her lip. She couldn't think anymore, the feel of his cock and the scent of his musk filling her senses; it was getting to be too much, she was sure she was going to be sick. Something in the back of her mind that was still conscious wondered if that might work, maybe if she wretched in his face he would let go of her and she could run. Another thrust tore at her bruised and bleeding cunt and shut off all thought, leaving only the pain and humiliation of her rape. Sam had never felt anything more exquisite than plunging in and out of her virgin hole. He snarled and fucked her even harder, he was so close it was almost painful. He could smell her blood as he tore her up and it did nothing but make him that much more desperate for his release. He kissed her hard, sharp canine teeth cutting her lip and he moaned at the taste of her blood. He wasn't thinking anymore, the world wasn't real, the only thing that was real was the feeling of her hot cunt wrapped around his throbbing shaft, the feel of her fur against his, the sweet sound of her screams as he made her his. He was so close. He closed his eyes, reveling in his lust. Everything was darkness, punctuated by sharp spikes of pleasure that sent him reeling towards the edge. Cindy's mind swam in an ocean of sensations, nothing made sense anymore, all she knew was him, his fur, his tongue, his hands on her body, his cock in her cunt, his musk in her nostrils; it was all so brutal and all so sweet, she couldn't take any more. Pain, pleasure, fear, lust, all swirling together, all spinning, spiraling ever higher, faster, brighter towards a single white-hot spire of release. She gave one piercing wordless cry as she came, a sound a cat only makes when in heat or being murdered. She felt his knot force its way into her abused body and moaned as he filled her with his hot seed. He must have let go of her wrists at some point, she realized as she gripped his shoulders hard, her claws digging into his flesh as she pulled closer to him. Sam cried out as he filled her with his essence, reveling in the feeling of tying with such an exquisite body. He kept grinding against her, moving his knot in short hard thrusts as he continued to fill her, sending her over the edge again. He could feel her claws in his shoulders but it did nothing but add a sharper note to his pleasure and made him grind that much harder into her bruised cunt. She moaned again and finally slumped against him, broken and violated, a slave to the receding waves of pleasure that flooded her body. Both slowly calmed, basking a little in the afterglow as they came back to their senses. Sam pulled his cock out of her broken body and let her slump to the cracked concrete of the alley. He sneered as he stood victorious over his prize but his conquest was crushed by the soft sobs shaking her dusky furred shoulders. Reality came crashing down on him, pummeling him with a million regrets and sorrows. He fell to his knees beside his shattered love and wept. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and said softly, "I'm so sorry, I never really wanted to hurt you. I just wanted you to see how much you've hurt me, I had to show you how I felt... god I am so sorry." She recoiled at his touch and gave a little cry of fear and she curled into a fetal position, "No more... please, no more." The pain in her voice hit him like a gunshot... wait, that was it. He picked up the long forgotten pistol and placed the tip of the barrel to the back of her head. "Hush now... hush now," he whispered lovingly, "It's over now... no more pain. I'll make it stop." He squeezed the trigger and sent the contents of her skull sailing outward to splatter across the alley wall and drip down through the crevasses to the pavement. He heard someone at the end of the alley scream and yell for the police, but the sound was nothing more than an forgotten echo. He put the gun to his temple, "It's over now..." and pulled the trigger.