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Party Hearty (Jamie and Darkness)

As he continued to thrust forcefully into her body, her yips of pain and her sobs filled the room as she protested to what was going on. Her fists beat at his chest and every now and then she would leave several scratches. Then she felt him cum inside of her after he groaned out his pleasure. She might of been 'drunk' from the pill and alcohol, but she was sober enough to know what he just did and she stared up at him with wide eyes as he pulled out of her. She began crying harder after he asked who was next and she looked up fearfully as a large jaguar moved forward and she shook her head. "N-no!" she cried out while trying to curl up into a ball.
 
The jaguar was entirely naked as he approached the helpless Vixey, though he never reached her. First, he had a date with the ground. From Vixey's fetal position, she would be able to hear a gentle groaning, and a general murmur of anger and fear. The jaguar lay out cold, a shape crouched down next to his head. He was a fox, though unlike the red fur of the recently raped Vixey, he was white, an arctic fox. "You all. Get the hell out of here," said this arctic fox, challenging any one of them to disobey him. Soon, only the fallen Vixey and jaguar remained, save him. He was Seff Park, a man who went to another college, and had been dating one of the cheerleaders of Vixey's college. He was also known as a serious martial arts enthusiast, largely because his parents owned a powerful international company, which, in turn, made him the son of many of the local kids' parents' employers.

"Are you alright? Do you need a doctor?" asked a considerably kinder Seff as he knelt down next to Vixey, his hand gently stroking through her crimson hair. He had only seen the last few seconds of her rape, though he had luckily been in time to stop it from becoming a gang rape.
 
Vixey could indeed hear the sound of groaning as well as the murmurs of fear and anger around her which caused her to curl up even more, her long bushy tail wrapping around her as she tried to hide from the males that surrounded her. She was scared, in pain and she didn't feel good. Suddenly she heard a new voice telling all of the others to leave and she heard the sound of footsteps on the steps as they all left. After it became rather silent, she slowly lifted her head to see the passed out jaguar laying not too far away from her.

But when the fox knelt next to her, she flinched and whined fearfully before looking up at him as he stroked her hair. Her once neat hair was very messy and her green eyes were blood shot from crying. "H-he... I.." she trailed off and sobbed again, unable to actually say what Zaid had done and she slowly looked around as tears fell down her cheeks, spotting her torn underwear and the now wrinkled and rumpled dress laying on the floor.
 
Seff's hand continued to gently stroke her hair, and as tears began to fall down her cheeks, an arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer to him. "I know. I saw. Come on; at the very least, you shouldn't be at this party," he said as nicely as he could. He pulled away from her a bit to grab her dress, passing it over to her, her panties going into his pockets; she didn't seem to have any, and he just knew that those boys would -love- to have her underwear. Seff knelt back down next to Vixey, giving her as reassuring a smile as he could manage. He was fairly handsome, in his own way. His hair was black, in contrast to his white fur, creating an interesting contrast. Simple black pants and a coat of similar make rested on his slender frame, and he wore a simple white T shirt beneath the coat; simple but elegant. This very same coat was pulled off of his shoulders, and draped over hers if she was willing.
 
Vixey wiped the tears away from her cheeks only to have them replaced by more and she looked up into his face as he wrapped an arm around her shaking shoulders. When he said she shouldn't be at the party, she couldn't agree more and she nodded. As he passed her dress over to her, she slowly pulled it on, the feeling of the silk fabric against her fur making her want to be sick. Once dressed, she slowly stood up on shaking legs and looked up when she felt a warm weight drape over her shoulders, looking up at him when he put his coat over her. "T-thank you." she whispered before leaning down and picking up her shoes, pressing a hand against her stomach when pain filled her abdomen. One of the first thoughts that filled her mind at that moment was to go to the hospital and call the police but she was scared that they wouldn't believe her. After all, Zaid came from one of the wealthiest families in the area.
 
Seff gently rubbed his hand up and down her shoulder, before he helped Vixey out of the cellar. "Come on, I'll take you to the hospital," he said gently, not elaborating on exactly why, though he would have liked very much to say that no one deserved to have the spawn of -Zaid- in them. Seff led her out past the pool, the pool house, where Seff's newly turned ex-girlfriend was being fucked repeatedly. "Do you feel alright... I'm afraid I don't know your name," he admitted, not quite as sheepish as one might have thought, as he led her around the house and toward the driveway, where his car among many were parked.
 
She slowly made her way out of the cellar, the feeling to throw up getting stronger when some of Zaids cum seeped out of her. "Thank you." she murmured when he said he'd take her to the hospital. She pulled his coat a little tighter around her shoulders as he led her out past the pool, pool house and out to his car. "I feel like I'm going to be sick." she told him after he asked if she felt alright. "And I hurt everywhere." Vixey walked with a slight limp because of the pain she was in. As they moved over to his car, she looked up at him and softly said her name. "Vixey. My name's Vixey."
 
Seff offered her a sympathetic look as they approached his car, a high-tech vehicle that trumped even Zaid's. Seff opened the car door for Vixey. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Vixey. I wish it could have been under better circumstances," he said softly, waiting for her to get into the car before he made his way to his side. Sliding into the driver's seat, he started the car with his thumb. The car made barely a sound as lights appeared on the dashboard, and without a sound, the car glided out of the driveway, and into the road, whereupon he hit the gas, the car smoothly moving along the rather posh street. His name did not seem forthcoming, despite the fact that he now knew hers; in fact, Seff remained quiet in his seat as he typed "Southview Hospital" onto his GPS, a blue line moving smoothly across the screen to show his path.
 
Vixey slowly slid into the passenger seat and bucked herself in before watching him move around the car and get in. She sat there in silence as he drove. Her ears were drooped and her hands folded in her lap. Hearing the sound of him typing something into the GPS, she looked up and read what hospital he was taking her to before closing her eyes with a sigh. That was where her mother worked. For a while she sat there. Not moving and not speaking for many long minutes before she finally spoke up. "I... i want to thank you for helping me." she whispered before falling silent again. By the way she sat there in the passenger seat, it was easy to see that she was mentally beating herself up over what had happened.
 
Seff turned his eyes on Vixey after a few moments, his ears flattening against his head. He didn't know why, but the sight of her so... so just completely down and out made his blood boil; he hated to see it with a passion. "You don't need to thank me. I'm only sorry I didn't get there in order to stop Zaid in the first place," he said, his hand reaching out to settle gently on her high, patting her awkwardly for a moment before his hand retreated to the wheel. The car glided smoothly into the parking lot of the hospital, weaving through the cars toward the emergency room.
 
Vixey merely nodded when he said she didn't need to thank him, but she still felt like she had to. When he patted her thigh, she jumped a little before sighing and running a hand over her face with a sigh. As they pulled into the parking lot and he drove towards the ER, she looked up at him again. "Could... could you come in with me?" she asked softly before stammering a little. "Y-you don't have to, but it.. it would be nice to have someone that was a witness to what happened."
 
Seff offered Vixey as reassuring a smile as he could manage once he was parked. "I was planning on it," he said, before he cut the engine. He got out, making his way to her side to open it for her, if she wasn't already out, offering her a quirk of a smile. He started toward the emergency room with her in tow, making their way past a few rather more grievously harmed individuals, at least physically speaking. Seff offered a man with a nail in his hand a sympathetic look, even. When they reached the desk; "Excuse me, could you tell Dr. Mulahey that Seff needs to see him?" Seff asked politely, his hands resting on the edge of the counter. The nurse running the desk, a young cat-like woman glanced up, recognized both name and face immediately, and rolled in her chair to the phone. One quick call later: "Dr. Mulahey will see you in his office. Have a good day, sir," the nurse said, and Seff offered Vixey a smile, before hestarted off toward the good doctor's office.
 
Vixey gave him a thankful smile and nodded before wiping her eyes when they began to water a little and she looked up as her door was opened. Getting out, she stood and padded towards the ER at his side with her shoes in her hand. She avoided the gazes of all the other people in the ER, feeling as if they all knew what had happened and it made her feel even more disgusted with herself. She stood at his side once they reached the desk and listened to him ask to see a certain doctor. She could only hope that her mother wouldn't catch wind of this through the people in the hospital, not wanting to cause her mother to worry when she had patients in the pediatric wing to take care of. Hearing that they would be seen, Vixey looked up and followed him towards the doctors office.
 
A short walk later landed them in the elevator, whereupon Seff turned toward Vixey. "You don't have to worry, Vixey. Dr. Mulahey's the best doctor they have on staff, here," he said, his hand reaching down to hers to give it a reassuring squeeze. Soon they were on the top floor of the hospital, and it was only a short walk after that to the good doctor Mulahey's office. Into it they went, revealing a fairly minimalist office for who was supposedly such a great doctor. The doctor, an elderly man, clearly a lion, stood up to greet Seff as they walked into his office. "Ah, Seff, it's always a pleasure. And who is this young lady?" he inquired.

Seff glanced over to Vixey, before he turned back to the doctor with a grim smile. "Her name is Vixey. She had an.... encounter with Zaid Ulsted," Seff explained, and the doctor nodded sagely. "Well... I can give you a pill that will help with the prevention of any STDs. I do not think he has any, but you never know. I can also check to see if he has left you with any... how do I say this, unexpected surprises?" the doctor said.
 
Slowly looking up at Seff, Vixey slowly nodded. "I know. My mother speaks very highly of him." she said gently while he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. When they reached the top floor, she sighed softly moved along with him down the hall to the office where Dr. Mulahey resided in. She took a deep breath and entered with him, looking up at the elderly lion who stood up and greeted Seff. She wanted to interrupt Seff when he said it was an encounter but she didn't want to interrupt that man that had helped her so much so far.

She looked up at the kind man and at the mention of STDs, a pained look passed over her face and she forced back the tears that wanted to fall. "Thank you Dr. Mulahey." she said softly. "I... I would actually like to have a rape kit done. For-for when I go to the police." She swallowed softly and bowed her head, some of her long hair falling down in her face as she stood there, pulling at the lapels of Seffs coat which was still wrapped around her.
 
The doctor nodded solemnly. "Alright, hold on, I need to get you a form," he said, making his way back to his desk, beginning to rifle through drawers, before he went on to the file cabinets...


That was last night.

Seff lay on the hood of his car, the heel of one foot idly tapping against the hood of his car, only barely in time with the music that was currently blaring into his ears via a set of earbuds. He had stayed with Vixey for most of the night, leaving only to procure hot chocolate and a set of clothes for Vixey, as everything except her shoes acted as evidence for the rape, and after a good four hours after they had arrived at the hospital, Seff had taken Vixey home.

Having learned through what connections he had that Vixey had gone to class the next day, he'd skipped out early on his classes to show up at her college. With her car towed that morning for still being at Zaid's house, he had come to the school to offer his own services. He didn't know why, but he felt... drawn to Vixey. He couldn't explain it, but he knew he wanted to be around her. And so there he was, sprawled out in the school parking lot on the hood of his car, a piece of posterboard in hand with Vixey's name written in black. It could seem creepy to some, but.. well, how else would he get her attention. It would have been worse had he dug up her cell phone number to give her a call.
 
That night had been long and stressful for the young vixen, having to contact the police and go through the whole examination as well as recalling everything that happened. She could only hope that Zaid's connections wouldn't make the charges just disappear. If it hadn't of been for Seff, she probably would of had some kind of breakdown at the hospital. Most women didn't usually go through with the charges but she was determined to go through with pressing charges against Zaid, not caring that it would probably make every one in school hate her.

After she had been taken home, she had taken a long hot shower and went to bed until she had to go to her morning classes the next day. Luckily she only had classes in the morning that day instead of in the afternoon and the evening. Through out the day she could hear the laughter and sniggers from the males in her classes, the news that Zaid had 'conquered' her, had gotten around quickly. Knowing that everyone knew about what had happened and just laughed about it upset her even more. When her last class ended, she gathered up her books and quickly left, ignoring some of the remarks being called after her as she nearly ran out of the class.

When she stepped out into the parking lot, she saw Seff rather quickly and paused for a moment before slowly approaching him. She looked back to normal that day, her hair pulled up into a ponytail while she wore a sweater and jeans with her glasses, looking every bit the 'book worm' that she had been called so much. After approaching the car, she reached out and lightly tapped him on the shoulder. It really wouldn't of mattered if he got her cell number since her phone was in her purse which was locked in her car that had been towed away. Even her keys to her car was in the car since her doors opened with a code lock.
 
Seff seemed for all the world to have been passed out on his car, the poster board resting across his chest, with music filling his ears and dreams. However, when he was tapped on the shoulder, he stirred a bit, Seff's eyelids slowly fluttering open. "Mm," he murmured, pushing himself to a sitting position, legs crossed. "Ah. Hey," he said, letting the poster slide out of his hand and on to the concrete, Seff stretching his arms out above his head, back arching a bit. "Heard your car got towed, thought you might need a ride," he offered as he pushed himself off of the hood. His aesthetic wasn't too terribly different today, as he wore a pair of black jeans, simple leather shoes, and a tank top, a loosely fitting black shirt hanging on his shoulders. In fact, were it not for the quality of his shirt (if one had an eye for such things), or his ludicrously expensive car and the Zune in his pocket, one might have thought he was just a middle-class punk or somesuch. His hair hung loosely around his face, and in the light of day, his differently colored irises were more clearly seen, one being blue, the other green.

However, before Vixey could give her answer, a couple of boys exited the side of the building; boys who had been there to witness her humiliation. "Hey, throwing a party this weekend! Wanna come? Or cum, maybe?" taunted one of the boys, whilst the other lost it over a perceived laugh riot. Seff offered both of them a Look, a carefully measured expression of malevolence and elegance, and they recognized him, as he might have them. They whispered to one another, before quickly jogging away.

Seff sighed, and his hands rested on the front of his car along with his rear, awaiting her reply.
 
Vixey had a small smile on her face as she gazed down at him, watching as he slowly woke up. "Hey." she said softly before looking down at the poster that fell at her feet. Reaching down, she picked it up and read her name on it before softly chuckling and she looked up at him again when he mentioned her car. "Yeah. Zaid had it towed last night. He found it necessary to rub it in my face today." she said while srolling it up. She was about to go on when she heard a male voice and she turned slightly to look at them as the laughed at her. The girl sighed and closed her eyes while bowing her head, her ears drooping a little as she listened to their laughing die away and then the boys left. Once they were gone, she sighed and lifted her head again and ran a hand over her muzzle.

After a minute she looked at Seff and nodded slightly. "Yeah, I'd like a ride. I was going to ask one of my friends but.... It seems they're not quite as good of friends as I thought." she said gently while adjusting the bag that she wore over her shoulder that held her books.
 
"Sounds like we have to get it back," Seff said with a soft sigh, reaching out to grab the poster, which he bent in half and threw into his car's open window. "Call me cynical, but they rarely are," Seff sniffed, his hand reaching out to gently brush through her hair for a moment, before resting on her upper back. "Your hair looks better down," he commented lightly, ever the one to speak his mind, before he made his way over to her car door. Some sense of chivalry seemed to motivate him to open her door for her, offering her a seat in his car.
 
She nodded slightly and let him have the poster, watching as he tossed it into his car's open window and she brushed her bangs out of her face before jumping slightly when he brushed his hand through her hair. She looked embarrassed that she jumped at his touch. "Thanks." she murmured. "But I don't think that it would be a good idea for me to do that." Vixey moved around to the passenger side door and thanked him when he opened the door for her before slowly slipping into the car. The girl was still sore from the night before but she barely showed it. Once she was in the car, she buckled up and set her things down at her feet.
 
"What's a bad idea?" he asked, once he was in the car, silently throwing the poster into the space behind the seat; it was only a two-seater, with what space it had behind the seats to lean back in, or whatever else you wish to have back there. "Letting your hair down, or trying to get a car that Zaid had towed?" he asked curiously, the engine coming to life. He backed out of his space, before the car smoothly glided into drive, rolling off campus, heading toward Vixey's house, which had required little more than the GPS the night before. He honestly loved that thing.
 
She tugged at the hem of her sweater while sitting there before looking up at him. "Letting my hair down." she said. "I need my car. I've classes to get to and work. So I don't have much of a choice about getting the car." She listened to the car come to life and she looked out the window as he backed out and drove off campus and headed towards her house. The girl watched everything go by quickly, the ride familiar to her. For years she had gone along the same roads and traveled to the same places. Vixey had been born there in the town, the daughter of a prominent and top of line lawyer and a pediatric doctor. But despite that, they lived in a very nice but modest home that was away from all of the other high class expensive homes. It was the perfect home for a three member family.

"Didn't you have class today?" she asked softly after turning back to him, looking up at the arctic fox from behind her glasses, some of her bangs falling in her face again as she looked up at him.
 
"How come?" he asked as politely as he could, the car easily weaving in and out of traffic. He really was a good driver, and the car's state of the art systems tended to help, as well. One of the most technologically advanced cars on the road, he was proud to say. "I did. But I made an excuse about my stomach aching and left a bit early. I figured you would need a ride home," he said with a kind smile, as they entered Vixey's neighborhood. "Say," he murmured, as the car drifted down the street, slowing to a crawl, "do you want something to eat? Figured I'd ask before you got out of the car," he said, said car holding steady at the edge of her driveway.
 
"Well..." she started before sighing and running her fingers through her ponytail then removing her glasses, cleaning the lenses with the sleeve of her sweater. "I dress as I do to keep guys away and to make myself see unattractive. I purposely go with the dowdy and slightly book worm-ish look because it's not what most guys go for. To me, wearing my hair down would be trying to look attractive, which was what I was going for last night." She shook her head with a sigh while running her fingers along the edge of the notebook in her lap. "I never should of gone to that party last night. After so many years of following my instincts on things, I ignored them and went even though everything was telling me not to. And look what happened." She gave a short humorless laugh as she looked up as they came to a stop at the edge of her driveway.

At the offer of something to eat, she looked over at him thoughtfully before nodding. "Something to eat sounds good." she said gently.
 
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