Author’s Note: With the Anthro Supremacy story I am writing, I want to build a more descriptive world, and character with more depth, more so than your one off stories about fucking delicious tight little cubs into an early grave. Understanding that the latter is something some of you might only be interested in, I’m going to begin to mark sections of my stories with the following tags. <<< --- Story Fluff --- >>> <<< --- Smut --- >>> The above tags are intended to allow you, the reader, to jump to sections of the story that interest you most. If you want to skip the story and get to dirty bits, then now you can. At the end of the day I do try to balance the story vs sex portions of my writings to be a bit balanced. I never know how well I hit that balance, and I’m sure everyone has a different opinion on my success with that. But I hope the additional effort to help you find the part of the story your most interested in, makes for a more enjoyable time reading. Thank you for enjoying and I hope you continue to enjoy. <<< --- Story Fluff --- >>> Randy stretched his legs out until his bare feet poked out from under the comforter of his bed. Arms stretched out to the sides as he groaned and opened his eyes. Every single day the raccoon opened his eyes, he looked at the walls of his bedroom and found so many sets of faces looking back at him. Trophies in the form of pictures were placed all along his walls, so everywhere he looked, he was happily reminded of the toys he got to play with and break. Each one held a special memory for him that he could clearly recall. “Good morning, boys.” He purred aloud to them as if they could hear him. The raccoon’s limbs relaxed, and he let out a sigh. It was time to start the day. The morning routine was always the same: a 2-mile run on the treadmill, 50 push-ups, 50 sit-ups, and then a nice steaming hot shower. Breakfast most of the time was scrambled eggs with chili crisp, a small bowl of cottage cheese with bacon, and a cold-brewed coffee. What set this morning apart from every single other one was when he sat down with his breakfast at the table and turned on the TV. He was shocked to see live news feeds of a massive protest happening in a major city just a few states away. Anthros lined the street, signs, masks, and the skins in riot gear tried to suppress the unrest. Images of tear gas clouds, skins beating down anthros curled up to protect themselves, and other violent images of the suppression of his people filled Randy’s eyes and started to upset him. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to eat his breakfast, but his focus wasn’t on the enjoyment of his morning meal; it was on listening to the news and understanding what prompted the protests and the crackdown. It was mentioned that circulating online was a video of a brutal assault and killing of an unarmed anthro by the authorities. A secret recording that captured a group of 8 different skins taking turns beating a single anthro with nightsticks, punching and kicking, and stomping on him repeatedly before he was taken into custody. It was reported that the anthro died in custody later that evening. Randy paused with a fork in midair and slowly lowered it back to his plate as video and audio from one of the protesters came on screen “FUCK these skins! We’re better than them! Fuck 'em all! Anthros everywhere, REVOLT!” before gunshots and rubber bullets began to disperse the rioters. Clips and images of buildings set on fire, and looting were shown. Then came a single video clip of an anthro, holding a female skins by her ankle, dragging her kicking and screaming across the pavement into a group of other anthro protesters. It filled Randy’s eyes and ears. Her cries, her look of distress, the fear in the 3 seconds the clip played. The raccoon’s dick gave a throb, having known exactly what it is to create that kind of fear in his prey, his victims, knowing they were fucked with no escape, just like that dumb bitch was on national news. Randy began to flip through other channels on the TV. They were all hyper-focused on the current events going on, with some showing ongoing news conferences from the authorities, skins talking about how they are working to restore order and peace, and do not want the violence to continue. How the military reserves were being ordered to deploy and help suppress the violent anthro aggressors. The words they used made Randy’s eyes narrow and his lips curl. The skins were always against anthros, even in their fake attempt to seem reasonable, you could read between the lines and tell they hated anthros and the idea that Randy and his own kind would stand up and fight back. As he stared at the TV screen in shock, awe, and growing anger, the coon was suddenly broken out of his trance by the vibration of his cell phone on the table. He looked at it and saw his friend, a wolf buddy named Dex was calling. Randy picked up the phone. “Yo! You seeing the fuckin’ news bro?” “Shiiiiit man I was gonna ask you the same! Fuckin’ wild ain’t it?” “Yeah it is. I watched this one bitch get dragged down the road by a thug lookin’ mother fucker! Crazy shit yeah?” “Oh man I seen that too! Wild! Tell that bitch be careful of the knot! HAHAHA!” Randy gave a good chuckle himself. “Cunt probably deserves it. She should have stayed home where we belonged. Fuck her!” “Yeah man! So check it out, me and the boys we’re gonna get together in a few. You down?” Thoughts began to race through Randy’s head as he turned off the TV, wondering what Dex had planned. “Dude? What’s happening?” “Nah, can’t say too much, not on the phone. Ya need to be here. Shit’s happening, like, for real. Can you me us at site Charlie in 45 mikes?” Dex had a military background, and it showed in how he talked and thought sometimes. Site Charlie was code for an abandoned subway station where Dex and other friends of Randy set up shop for their more illegal activities. A lump formed in his throat, anxious, excited, and nervous all at once. “Of course buddy, you know you can always count on me. I’ll be there.” “Fucking right! Love you bro, stay safe, be careful. Out.” The call disconnected, and Randy put his phone down after turning on airplane mode. “God damn, this really happening?” Randy said aloud, just to hear his own voice. He looked down at his half-eaten breakfast and poked at it with his fork and smiled softly. “Guess you fuck around and find out. Stupid skins. Heh!” Randy continued to eat his breakfast and then loaded up with what he needed for the street and went out about 20 minutes later. Dressed in a hoodie, the raccoon was armed with enough to keep himself safe. Going out onto the street of the city where he lived, things seemed normal. People were about, no signs of protest or riots here. Though being an observer by nature and instincts honed in for his own protection, Randy did notice a little bit of an uptick in police presence on the street. Though travel on foot was still easy enough, as well as his ability to blend into the crowd and stay out of the view of the authorities. He was just another dude walking down the street, minding his own business. Hidden where his thoughts of violence of how he’d like to sink his teeth into the throat of that skins officer and rip it out and watch him gurgle and bleed out into the gutter. Thank God they couldn’t read minds! A 25-minute walk to where Randy needed to be. The dark, dank underground platform, filthy and littered, broken tiles, broken crates, torn up boxes, and newspaper littered the ground. Randy made his way over to a solid metal door that was the meeting place, and an old control and maintenance room gutted and converted into a secure place where Dex and other associates could meet and conduct business. It was more of a lounge then anything, a comfortable, quiet spot for planning with some tech gear and some weapons. It was far from a supply point, but Dex being the prepper of the group, he had other locations for various needs and purposes. Randy knocked on the door in the specific knock order: 3 knocks, 1 knock, pause, pause, pause, 1 more knock. The metal bar on the other side of the door was heard sliding open to unlock the door before it opened up, and on the other side was Tain, a hyena with brown and charcoal gray colored fur. “Sup coon, bitch?” he greeted with a toothy smile. Randy grinned back and showed his teeth as well. “Sup flee bag. Take a bath today?” “Hah, fuck nah!” the hyena fist bumped Randy and closed the door behind him, locking it down. Dex’s back was to the door as he leaned over a planning table with a large map of the city, which had various markings on it already. Randy walked over to the table and looked at the map in confusion. Clearly, there was a lot of thought that went into the marking, but none of it made sense at first glance. “Been busy, Dex?” The wolf straightened up and smiled widely, and wrapped his arms around Randy in a hug. The raccoon was a little surprised and stiffened up. Dex wasn’t a hugger! In fact this might be the only time he can remember the wolf embracing him like this. “Um.. ooookaaaay?” Randy moved a hand to the wolf’s back and gave a gentle pat in return. “Buddy, you feeling alright?” A good deep chuckle rumbled out of the wolf’s throat as he squeezed Randy’s upper body closer and said “I’m fucking great!” and then he released the hug and put his hands on the sides of Randy’s arms, looking him directly in the eyes. “It is happening! It is really happening. Tain already herd it, it just came in 10 minutes ago. You, you got to hear it for yourself. I don’t want to ruin it!” Dex almost dragged Randy over to one of the laptops that had a recent video stream pulled up, ready to play. Randy smirked and was curious. On the screen stood a rat, standing up above a crowd with a bullhorn and was speaking to a mass of anthros. “My brothers and sisters! My name is Max, and I stand before you on the brink of a new era! For too long, we have suffered with the heels of the skins firmly on our necks! NO MORE!” The crowd chanted back, “NO MORE! NO MORE! NO MORE!” The rat raised a hand slowly and smiled, showing his control of the crowd to settle down to hear his words. Once the crowd fell quiet, he continued, “Now begins our time. Now begins OUR rule. NOW is when we stand up and WE become the oppressors of those that have oppressed US for too long!” The crowd cheers, a sea of waving hands and defiantly raised fists, thrusting up and down. Tain, Dex, and Randy stood together in front of the screen, heart swelling with pride to see the rat standing tall and taking charge, commanding, rallying the spirit of their kind. Dex cracked his knuckles and rolled his head from side to side, making his neck pop loudly as he exhaled a huff. “Fuckin’ A-right!” the wolf’s tail wagging. Randy felt energized himself. The anthros never had a symbol like this. Their base animal instincts were always taught to be repressed for the sake of civilized society. Anthro urges and needs suppressed for the safety and security of the skins who held power over them since the Industrial Revolution. Anthros were seen as a subclass, a people whose only value was work and service. The rat known as Max was speaking to a long-dormant part of every anthro, who wanted for so long to be unshackled and to embrace their true selves. Max continued his impassioned speech to his people. “This day has been coming for generations. They have feared this day and done everything they can to make us feel inferior! But the skins are the ones inferior, inferior to all of us. They are going to be the ones in fear, starting TO-FUCKING-DAY!” Again, the crowd cheered even louder, bodies hopping up and down. The camera sweeps across the sea of anthros on the cusp of violent rage at being worked up and soon to be unleashed. It wasn’t clear exactly where this rally was located by the video alone, but it was a major city somewhere. Sirens and lights in the distance showed there was already a live response to the gathering, loudspeakers blaring out orders to disperse. Max raised his bullhorn up and called back “FUCK YOOOOOOU!” The crowd began to rapidly chant Max’s name over and over. Larger furs, a huge burly biker raptor moved up beside Max along with another bear in the same biker leather attire and jacket, and began to keep the crowd back, giving Max protection. The crowd loved the rat and loved how pissed off and fed up he was. The rodent was the embodiment of all their built-up rage and hate for the skins. Dex elbowed Randy and chuckled, “Just watch man, getting to the best part!” Randy felt his lips run dry as he breathed heavier, his eyes fixed on the rodent’s face, the look of defiance, the desire of violence in his eyes. The rat knew, he knew that blood had to spill, that anthro instinct and needs had to feast. He was going to do it, Max was going to give anthros permission to embrace their most base and primal sides, and take the fight to the skins. Randy was sure of it. In the raccoon’s head, he thought to himself, please, please, Max, let us off the leash. Tell us to let loose, we’re ready, Randy was ready, and he knew Dex, Tain, and countless others were ready for this. The raccoon’s fingers curled into fists as his heartbeats sped up in growing anticipation. Standing tall above the crowd of furs before him as gas canisters began to descend into the mass of people that numbered in the thousands, Max commanded. “They cannot stop us! They will fail! They will lose! Now my brothers, my sisters! It is time to TAKE what is OURS! It is time to slaughter those that would slaughter US. Fight now! GO! Show every single sink out there, the real power of anthros around the world. Anthro pride! Anthro revolt! Anthro Supremacy!” Moments the later the crack of gunfire and bullets zipping past are heard before one of the bikers grabs Max and yanks him down into the crowd as the video shakes and then cuts off. “FUCK! What.. what happened, did they just?” Randy looked at Dex, eyes wide with shock and rage. Dex looked back at Randy “NO! They fucking tried, but they didn’t get him!” Randy stumbled back, lips curling and hated growl rumbling through his throat. “Fucking SKINS!” Randy was blinded by rage, seeing crimson red in his vision, he looked around the room for something to hit, something to throw, something to destroy! “ARRRGH!!” Tain got in front of the raccoon and waved his hands wildly to draw Randy’s attention. “Woah woah dude! Hey hey, calm down. It’s alright!” The enraged raccoon snapped “NO it’s NOT fine, Tain!” Randy turned on his heel and looked at Dex “We have to hit back, we have to do something! What are we doing, tell me we’re doing something!” Dex grinned and loved seeing his buddy as worked up as he was by the blatant assassination attempt. It showed just how dangerous Max was to those in power that they tried to off him so quickly before he could continue rallying anthros. “We are! We’re god damn doing it Randy! Deep breaths buddy, c’mere look.” He motioned over to the map on the table showing the city. Randy backed off the edge of near loss of all control after hearing things were being done, eager to hear, and damn sure he was going to contribute. Dex looked at Randy. “I’ve got cells Delta, Kappa, Pi, and Psi to take major arteries in and out of the city. Once those points close off, we have more control over what comes in and out.” He gestures to the map various bridges, tunnels, and highways. There are 9 points, they are staging now. Go is in..” Dex looked at his watch and said “..17 mikes from now. Everyone is coordinating.” Randy looked at the map “Secure the ways they can escape, fish in a barrel. Right?” Dex nodded “Affirmative! Shelter in place and EAS will surely kick off, and we want that. We WANT them to hide in their homes. Streets will become high threat areas. We stick to underground movement. Omega said they can secure the subway tunnels by 1100 hours. Once the trains stop and the tunnels are secure, we can begin targeted engagement with law enforcement.” Tain stepped up to the map. “What about anthros? What are the rules of engagement going to be?” The wolf paused for a moment and thought of his words carefully before he said. “Anyone not with us, stands against us.” There was a long silent moment between the three as the weight of that knowledge sank in. “We don’t have a choice in this guys. They knew where their allegiances are, and it’s not on our people, it is protecting the corrupt leaders. If they are out there, they made their choice.” Randy rested a hand on Dex’s shoulder. “There will lots that take their uniform off, that won’t stand in the way of this. You know that, Dex.” Nodding his head, the wolf agreed, “Yeah, but still. They are my people, my friends even.” He reached up and gave Randy’s hand an affirming squeeze. “Once we have secured our means of movement, we work on degrading their response. Hit and run, guerrilla tactics. They are big and slow. We are small and fast. We use that to our advantage. Attack and withdraw. Ambushes with rapid short intensity all over the city. The guys know what to do, we have good trained people ready to lead.” As the rapid mission brief went on Randy began to understand the broader picture. The raccoon wasn’t a soldier, had never been to war, but he had the tactical mind of a predator and knew how to weigh risk vs reward. “About the targeting leadership? The skins in positions of power, we get to go after them right?” The wolf nodded and straightened up. “Yeah, that is where I need your help. Your expertise. Those in leadership are going to be protected. But their families, less so. You remember when we took a trip down to the docks a few weeks ago and you met Irish?” “The crazy fox with one eye? Yeah hard to forget him.” Dex smirked “Well he put together a crew and had been working to get them ready. He said he was going after the mayor’s family. Capture, not kill.” “WOW! Really? How is he… do I even want to know?” Dex shrugged “Even I don’t know what that crazy bastard had planned. But I’d bet virgin pussy on the fact he’s gonna get the job done.” Tain snorts “I don’t like Irish.” Randy gave a smirk and looked over at the yeen. “You just don’t like that he thinks you have a cute ass and wants to fuck you.” The hyena tilts his head in thought for a moment and nods. “Like I said, I don’t like him.” The wolf gave a chuckle. “Like him or not, he’s an asset in this, one to get things done.” Tilting his head Randy asked “You said you needed me?” Turning to directly face Randy, Dex nodded his head and took a breath. “Look buddy, we know the kind of things that you do. No judgment, just love. I need your special flair for unbridled cruelty. When I say, we need you, I mean, Anthro Supremacy needs you.” Tain stood beside Dex now, shoulder to shoulder, in agreement, supporting the wolf through presence. Randy smirked ever so softly and gave his lips a slow lick. “Guys, you know I’m game. Just tell me what it is you need me to do. I don’t have a single problem when it comes to making the skins suffer. You know that.” Giving a slow nod of his head the wolf looked Randy right in the eyes. “You know how Max was a simple inspiration just with a speech alone? We need to wake our people up. We need to show them the power and strength of anthro kind, and the fragility of our enemy. We’re asking you, to stream the rape and murder of the mayor’s son, live, as his punishment for being a coward and hiding behind his guard, instead of facing us directly. We need to show everyone, those you love will suffer in your place when you’re too weak to be a man. I don’t think there is anything more gut wrenching then watching your own kid get raped and killed, while you hide surrounded by goons with guns.” Randy considered the suggestion, looking down in thought. This was more than just sticking your dick into a skin and breaking it for the hell of it. This was going to put a massive target on Randy’s back. He would be known, seen by the world even, doing something vile and awful to an innocent kid. The days of keeping his little activities secret would be behind him for sure. “Well…” Stepping up closer Dex lowered his voice. “You’ll never be alone with this. You’re smart man, you know what doing this will mean. How your life will change. The movement will be here to support you. We will protect you. I will protect you. This isn’t going to be some anthro dark web bullshit snuff show. We’re going to have to really punish this kid and draw it out and have him begging for his father.” Giving a chuckle, Randy murred and said in a playful way “Sounds like a fun way to spend a Wednesday to me, Dex.” Straightening up his stance, Randy stood tall and with pride on his face. “You can count on me. The movement can count on me. Tell me what do, sir.” --- Later that evening --- Randy walked down the dark underground tunnel with utility pipes and wires all against one side of the wall. The concrete was damp with wet puddles here and there between metal grates that were in place for drainage. Ahead of him was a gecko standing beside a door, on guard, holding a barbwire baseball bat in his hand with an AR rifle across his back. The gecko opened the door for Randy as he walked inside, followed by Dex and Tain just behind him. The has a bunch of shelves with various supplies stocked. Food, ammunition, water, even some common gear and medical supplies were there. Walking to the other end of the room the trio entered into a barracks room that had several military style cots lined up. A few anthros dressed in fatigues and other gear were relaxing. In the middle of them was Irish, the one-eyed orange fox who was finishing telling a story to the guys before him. “…he said, rectum.. damn near killed em!” the fox and other anthro’s brust into laugher. Dex chuckled “That joke is as old as your mother!” The fox turned around, brow furrowed “What did you say about my mother?” he said, taking the cig hanging off the side of his mouth out and throwing it to the ground before angrily stomping down on it. The fox stomped towards the wolf. “I said she was a damn fine lay, takes a knot better than any girl I ever knew!” Dex shot back with a happy tone in his voice. Irish walked right up to the wolf and wrapped his arms around the guy, laughing. “Damn right! My mom was the best slut in the whole country god damnit!” Dex laughed and picked the smaller fox up off his feet as he hugged him and gave him a playful back and forth shake before letting go and letting the fox land on his nimble footpaws. The wolf stepped back and let the fox see Randy and Tain were standing there with him. “You remember my friends, Randy and Tain, yeah?” The fox grinned widely and looked over Randy first, a black patch covering his left eye. The fox put his hands on his hips and stood up straight, mimicking Randy’s current stance. “I remember you! You’re the guy gonna make the video yeah?” Dex corrected him “Stream, not video.” Irish turned and looked at the wolf, “Say what?” “It’s a stream, not a video.” The fox scoffed and waved a dismissive paw “Oh shit I don’t care about your technical mumbo-jumbo bullshit, Dex.” Randy gave his head a little, amused shake with a smile. “Yeah, Irish. I’m the guy making the video.” The fox looked back with a wide grin “OUT-fucking-STANDING!!” He said with vigor and joy in his voice. Then the fox turned his head and did a double take on Tain. A soft gasp and Irish went “Ooooh, helloooo again.” He tipped his head to the side to show off some of his neck. “I sure remember you, beautiful.” He said quickly and carefully stepping up close to Tain but not touching him as that would be ungentlemanly. The hyena looked visibly uncomfortable, shooting Dex a look that begged for help. “Deeeeex…” he whined as Irish gently took hold of Tain’s right hand and drew it up to kiss the back of his wrist. “You’re looking absolutely delicious my dear. Why don’t we head to my private quarters, where I have a Domaine de la Romanée-Conti, Romanée-Conti Grand Cru 1990 waiting for us?” he offered, kissing Tain’s hand again. The yeen looked even more distressed “Deeeeex! He’s saying things I don’t understand!” Irish grinned happily up at the yeen’s dismay, before the paw was pulled from his hands. As the fox continued to turn his charms upon the hyena he lusted for, another door in the back of the barracks room opened up and in walked a geeky looking otter, thin as a twig. Dex saw the otter enter and smiled “Hey there Crypto, got everything set up and ready to go for the stream?” The otter looked young, middle teens but actually he was early twenties. “Yeah man, been ready to go. Just waiting on you old guys to get your shit together. Heh.” The cocky little otter hacker saw Randy and his eyes lit up and he quickly hurried over “You’re the guy? Yeah yeah you are!” The otter sudden joy at meeting Randy drew the looks of a few people. “W..what? Fuck you all. Have you seen this dude in action? He’s great! I’ve jacked so many time to you, that one skins kid with the…” Dex cleared his throat and Crypto quickly shut the fuck up. “..oh sorry.” He looked back at Randy and smiled. “Just a fan, big fan.” He gave a thumbs-up to the raccoon and winked before he stepped back. Randy inhaled a deep breath and said, “Well, I guess it is time for me to take the stage huh?” Dex stepped up to his friend and gave his shoulders a squeeze “You got this man. Just go play with your little boy toy, until he breaks.” He gave those shoulders a rub and a firm confident pat before stepping aside. Crypto motion for Randy to follow. “This way. Gotta get you set setup and stuff. Won’t take but a minute.” With that Randy followed behind the otter and the door closed behind him. Randy felt his heart skip a beat. “God this is so surreal. Like, is this shit really happening?” he said walking down the long corridor past a few more sets of doors. This place was more of a complex than anything else. It goes to show how long the anthros had been planning and waiting for the right time to overthrow the skins. There have been a lot of logistics and secrecy involved. The otter looked back at the raccoon and offered a thought, “You’d be surprised how many guys like us are out there.” He nodded his head. “Thousands, tens of thousands. If others truly looked deep into their souls like we have, they too would accept what you and I already know.” The otter stopped at another door. Randy blinked and asked, “What is it that we already know, exactly?” The otter chuckled “Heh.. skins.. their offspring, the only value they really have is to bring us pleasure. We have always been superior to them. Now it’s time others see, they don’t have to hide their true nature. Fuck a skin and throw him in the ditch when you’re done. No one is going to care anymore about them. Those that do, well, they are the weak ones. Now, lean down for me, sexy.” Randy bent forward as Crypto brought out a head-mounted pen camera and microphone combo set and slipped it onto Randy’s head, and turned it on. A little light shone past and illuminated Crypto’s face. “What’s this for?” “Inside the room, there are two guys with cameras on tripods. Just act like they are not even there; they are going to record and get the close-up, good shots. This is for the POV. Everyone loves a good POV shot. Now you don’t need to hold your phone up; it’s just there, on, and always recording. You can do what you do, hands-free!” Randy stood up and gave his head a little shake to make sure it stayed in place, it didn’t even move at all. “Dang, thanks Crypto!” He held out his fist and the otter happily gave it a reaffirming pound. “Hey before you go in.” Crypto looked a little nervous as the way his eyes glanced away from Randy’s it was the first time the otter looked unsure, as he tried to find the right words to say. “After, you’re all done and stuff. If you’d like a little company. I mean, I could maybe just.. offer you… umm..” Randy’s famous grin spread over his face and he showed his white teeth “Hey…” he reached up and pinched the otter’s chin between his finger and thumb. “After I’m done with this skin, how about you and me have a proper introduction tonight. We’ll find somewhere nice. Just you and me. Okay?” Randy slid his thumb up to press on the otter’s bottom lip and gently pulled it down to show his bottom teeth before the lip snapped back up into place. The otter was feeling so weak, so aroused, and so elated by the realization that he could get a chance to fool around with a hot stud like Randy. “Okay! Yeah! L..later… I’ll be.. just.. monitoring the stream while you… yeah I gotta go.” The otter grunted as he turned and started to pad down the hallway away from Randy, clearly aroused and bothered the promise of some personal time with him later. <<< --- Smut --- >>> Randy stood on the other side of the large metal door that had a red X painted on it. The door looked like it could withstand a bomb. He grabbed the heavy wheel in the center of it and gave it a turn to unlock it and then pushed the door inward. It was a blast door for sure. The raccoon stepped into the room. It was a fairly large room, much bigger than the rape pens Randy set up for his own personal use. It was at least 50ft squared, cement floor, fluorescent lighting above but only one ballast was turned on in the back of the room, shining a light down on an unrestrained kneeling skins who had his head down, flanked on either side by anthros in fatigues and other combat gear. Their rifles made it clear, this was a very real and lethal situation. Randy felt his heart beating faster by the moment as he looked at the scene before him. Like Crypto has mentioned, there were two cameras that were manned, one in front and the other beside the captive skins. The red recording lights on the camera ticked on, and the two armed soldiers walked away, leaving the human alone, bathed in the light. A mattress lay on the floor beside him, no blanket anywhere. The raccoon had a rush of complete control and power in this moment as he slowly walked, taking his time to stare at the boy, the POV camera seeing exactly what he was seeing; his focus was on the kid’s now upturned face. Such a heavy frown on him, it was clear the boy had been crying for some time. His eyes were red and puffy. Today had been a rough day for the teen. But it was going to get worse. Randy stepped into the illuminated area and gazed down at his prey. The kid was dressed in blue jeans, white socks, and a cyberpunk t-shirt. “So you’re the mayor’s son I’m told. That right?” The boy trembled, visibly and gave a nod of his head, too terrified to speak. Randy curled his lip in a snarl, cocking his hand back and bringing it down so fast the boy couldn’t even flinch to try and avoid the harsh slap to the side of his face. The kid fell onto his side, holding his now red face with a hand, tears welling in his eyes again. He sobbed and the very breath choked in his throat. The raccoon had a calm expression on his face as he stood over the child curled up at his sneakered feet. “When I ask you a question…” he paused to breathe in “..I expect an answer.” He exhaled slowly and then asked. “Do you understand?” There was no question, Randy didn’t have to work hard to scare the hell out of this kid, but out of the gate he needed to make it clear, he would hurt him and had no problem with doing so. The boy quickly nodded his head again and this time opened his mouth. “Yes sir!” his voice cracked as he raised a defensive arm as if to shield himself from the looming raccoon. Randy felt his inner sadist rising to the surface as he saw his prey tremble in terror. He began to slowly walk around the boy, circling him like a shark would, looking for the best possible spot to bite. As he did he murred, “Tell the world your name, skin.” As Randy moved around the boy, he followed the raccoon, turning his head and always trying to keep an eye on him, but he remained on the spot he was positioned, on his side, curled up, arm still raised up as if it would protect him somehow. “My name is Joshua Tillman.” Every single step Randy made was measured, as were his words, as was the demeanor he showed the boy and the camera. The raccoon was confident, strong, already knowing he held all the power, and how this encounter was going to end. But this wasn’t about the boy, or Randy, and he knew that. This was about showing true anthro superiority to the masses. Everyone needed to see skins as weak and anthros as dominant. He didn’t even have to touch the kid to make him cower in fear, his presence by itself was enough. “Your father is the mayor, is that correct?” Swallowing hard, Josh’s voice broke as he pleaded with fresh tears dripping off his jaw, “Yes sir!” The coon gave a please murr at the usage of ‘sir’ in the kid’s answer. “Respect, Joshua, is something I’m happy to see you have. But it is unfortunate that your father, has none for my people. That is why we are here. That is why YOU, are here. Tell me Joshua, how old are you?” Randy continued to walk around the boy casually, his wrist held behind his own back, as if he were taking a stroll through the park, and not about to commit atrocities on an innocent skin. “I am 14, sir.” Josh answered, finally lowering his arm down, feeling a little more at ease as the raccoon continued to interrogate him. A murr escaped Randy’s throat and he nodded his head “Do you have a girlfriend, Joshua?” The boy swallowed and nodded his head, his eyes cast down. It took him a moment to remember to speak, but he caught himself just in time before Randy had to correct him a second time. “Yes! Yes sir. I, like to think so. I don’t know, I guess.” “What is her name, Joshua?” still, the slow, measured steps continued as Randy was on his 3rd lap around the boy, having looked at him from all angles now. “Her name is Sam. It’s short for Samantha.” “That is a pretty name. Samantha. Is she pretty, Joshua?” He looked up at Randy now, making eye contact. The raccoon paused in his walk and turned to look directly down at his prey and take in his answer. “She, is beautiful.” Randy brought his hands from behind his back and clasped them over his heart. “That is wonderful. Young love is one of the strongest loves anyone can feel. But you know what I’ve learned? It fades. In time, love loses its luster. Do you know what often replaces love, Joshua?” A lump formed in the boy’s throat as he listened to Randy. He didn’t yet understand why the raccoon was talking to him like this, but he felt a pit in his stomach, like something bad was coming. He was scared and wiped some fresh tears out of his eyes. “No sir.” Smiling with confidence, Randy crossed his arms behind his back and answered, “Power, Joshua. Power is what men like your father want more than anything. More than love even. Did you know that?” Joshua shook his head and his shaking voice answered, “No.” The tone of his voice told Randy he didn’t believe that; he rejected the assertion that his father wanted power over love. He saw his father as any loving son would, as a beacon of light, and hope, and all-around goodness. He couldn’t see the misdeeds of his father like so many anthros had over the past 3 terms in office. “No? If your father loves you, then where is he? Did he send his security team to protect you, your mother, and your sister?” “No! But..” “Did your father even call, as the city began to be plunged into chaos?” “He.. he is very important and busy and…” “How many times did you and your mother call for him today, Joshua? 10 times? 20 times? 50 times? How many times did your calls for help, go to voicemail, Joshua?” The boy was breaking down into tears, sobbing openly. “My daddy loves us! He would help us if he could!” the boy rejected the raccoon’s claims. “Your FATHER, abandoned you, JOSHUA! He ABANDONNED your mother! He ABANDONNED your sister! He left, you to us, and SAVED himself.” The boy wailed, “NO he didn’t! Fuck you!” Randy’s face flashed with rage as he reached down and grabbed the child around his head with both hands and yanked him up onto his feet and nearly dragged the kid over to one of the cameras and showed his red flushed face close-up. “Get a good look at your son, MR MAYOR! He may not believe you are a coward and a pussy, but everyone else KNOWS what you are!” the raccoon threw the boy back into the ground into the light and loomed over him with fists clenched. Joshua lay there, crying, his world collapsing around him, the boy wanting nothing more than to be home, in his mother and father’s arms, rather than here on this floor with an angry anthro abusing him for the world to see. “I wanna go home!” he cried out. “Do you hear that Mr. Mayor? You son wants to go home. He wants his cowardly father to save him. Well, I tell you what, Joshua, I’m going to give your daddy an offer right now.” Randy turned the camera and put his face right into frame. “Mr. Mayor, you’re a piece of shit. I know this, everyone knows this. I wonder if you even have the balls to watch this, because this is your choice right now. All in your hands. If you want to save your son, your wife, and your daughter, then accept the video call to your cell phone that my friends will make in the next minute. Then, you put a gun in your mouth, and suck that barrel as hard as you can, and you blow your own fucking brains all over that bunker you’re hiding in. You do that in the next 2 minutes, I’ll let your family go. If not, then I’m going to give them a far worse fate. Oh, and Mr. Mayor… it won’t be nearly as nice as that bullet.” Joshua sobbed out hard “Nooooo please don’t! Please sir!” the boy got on his knees with hands up, pleading to Randy as he walked over and stood before the crying sobbing child. It was a powerful image, the strong anthro towering over the weak skin, who was distraught and hopeless. The boy nearly threw his face down to Randy’s sneakers as he begged for mercy. Randy stood tall and even reached down to adjust his own swelling package with a hand, watching Joshua’s display of passionate begging. “Well kiddo, it’s up to dad. All he has to do is answer the call now. He knows what he needs to do to save you.” Randy looked at the watch on his wrist. “60 seconds to go, Joshua.” The boy rose up to his knees again and hugged Randy’s legs, crying face turned up as he begged “Please! I’ll do anything you want sir! I’ll be a slave to anthros. I don’t want to die! Please don’t kill me.” The crying sounds, the fresh tears, the pleading face, god damn did it make Randy’s cock hard. He reached a hand down to cup Joshua’s face and stroke his thumb through the tears on the side of his face. “I know Joshua. Shhhhh. C’mon, just breathe now.” He encouraged, his hand slipping to the back of the boy’s head and pulling his face right into the bulge in his jeans, making the boy breathe in his crotch musk through the fabric as he cried softly. “Just breathe, sweetie.” The raccoon encouraged. The slow stroke of an anthro paw down the back of the boy’s head calmed the nearly hysterical skins. Randy murred almost soothingly while everyone say the mayor’s son, face pressed into the crotch of an anthro, finding a shred of comfort in the embrace and scent of a superior species. Looking over at one of the guards who touched a finger to his earpiece to listen closely for a moment, Randy waited for the results. The guard gave a shake of his head. “I’m sorry, Joshua, your daddy didn’t pick up.” Randy’s hand turned to gripping a fistful of the kid’s head fur just as the boy began to cry harder, and though those sobs were muffled by raccoon crotch and jeans, the cameras picked them up clear as day. Pulling the child’s head back to show the messy sobbing face, Randy looked down, recording it from his point of view. “Joshua, I want you to listen to me very very closely right now. Because your daddy chose not to save you, I’m going to give you a choice right now. You need to be the man your daddy never was in this life.” Randy used his free hand to brush away the tears off the boy’s face to clean him up just a little bit for the camera. “In the other room are your mother and sister. They are going be punished for your father’s cowardice just like you. But, how they are punished, I’m going to leave up to you. Understand?” Josh was breathing in short, rapid little huffs. The rich crotch musk from Randy’s body was in his nose, in his brain, the emotions of feeling betrayed sharp in his mind and heart, the boy couldn’t focus, couldn’t think clearly. His hands trembled as they held onto Randy’s hips. “I don’t.. I can’t.. please sir. I’ll do whatever you want!” Those word were music to any abuser. “Mmmmm, that’s good. I’ll make sure they do not suffer, not a single moment. You have my word of honor. All you need to do, is pull my cock out of my pants, and suck me off in front of the world.” Randy released Joshua’s head and stood there arms at his sides, waiting and watching. Joshua sunk back onto his heels first, and looked at the bulge in the raccoon’s pants. He swallowed hard, looked at the cameras all intently focused on him. The boy felt utterly alone. There was no hope, no escape. His head slowly lowered, chin to his chest as he considered the offer silently. Randy knew this was the moment of truth for Joshua. Anthros already won, the mayor sacrificing his own family to save himself, showing how the skins were absolutely pathetic. Randy could do anything he wanted to the kid now and just have fun. The point was made clear, skins were weak and deserved no quarter. Not their families, not their friends. It was submit or perish. What would Joshua choose? The young teen slowly lifted his head, his eyes meeting with Randy’s own. Soft, glazed, glassy, submissive eyes stared up to the raccoon. “Good boy.” Randy whispered, he knew then Joshua was going to give the greatest gift of all, the one thing every single last skins should give. Submission. Those little hands slid around to the front of Randy’s pants, and fingers began to unbutton and unzip those jeans. Randy pulled his hoodie up and off the top of his head, showing his rippled abs and firm defined chest. The visual of a powerful anthro, forcing a skins child into submission, and the young one accepting it was further proof that a new day was dawning. A single hand reached down and tenderly stroked the boy’s head to encourage further submission. “Joshua?” Randy whispered softly, and yet the room as so quiet now, the cameras to hear it clearly. The boy paused before reaching into Randy’s pants to pull his manhood out. “Who’s your new daddy?” The boy knew the correct answer, and he paused a moment before accepting it, saying it “You’re my new daddy.” The POV shot, the submission and resignation all over the boy’s face, it was golden, that moment of pure emotional conquest. Randy didn’t need to beat the child into submission, and that was his gift, his talent. Randy just gave a single nod of his head, permission for Joshua to continue. The boy did just that, reaching a hand inside the open fly and closing his fingers around the thick warm semi hard shaft of an adult anthro, and gently pulling it out into the open. Everyone got to see Randy’s 9 inch thick shaft. Cut swollen, flared head, oozing piss slit, pink, warm, tender flesh, eager for a young one to give it more pleasure. Randy reached down and held the base of his cock and pointed it right at Joshua’s face, giving it an inviting little wag. Like a fish drawn to the worm, that mouth opened, his eyes cast up and he watched Randy’s reaction as his lips closed down around the shaft, as he began to suck the anthro. The cameras closed in on a tight shot to show how Joshua’s cheeks bulge slightly from a side view as his head moved forward, the sweet young mouth soon filled to warm, leaking raccoon cock. Then the sweet sound of wet oral sex began to fill the room. Slurps, suckles, lips smacking, tongue popping, throat swallowing. Randy took in a deep breath and let out a very happy murr as he rewarded his little fuck toy with a stroke to the back of his head and neck. “This is where your kind belong now. This is where all skins offspring are going to end up one day. Just like you Joshua, just like right now. Finding their salvation at the end of an anthro’s cock.” Joshua continued to suck and with Randy’s hand to help guided him, a slow up and down bob which brought those lips to stroke the middle of his throbbing shaft. “Mmmm you’re doing so good. Daddy is very proud of you. Now, relax your jaw and throat, take a nice breath in through your nose and hold it for me.” Randy’s fingers slowly curled around the kid’s head fur, a command grip taken ahead of what was going to come next. The young teen obeyed the anthro, filling his lungs, relaxing his jaw and throat, and then Randy swiftly and firmly pulled that head all the way down, and forced his dick into the throat! “Ahhh, fuck yeah! Remember Joshy, this is for mom and your sister.” Randy looked over his shoulder back at the guards. “Get ready with them, wait for me to give the order, yeah?” One of the guards by the door began to speak into his mic and then a few short moments later, gave a thumbs up. Randy’s cock was throbbing so hard as he took to giving short little throat fucking thrusts with his hips. He was sexecuting the boy while in the next rooms his mother and sister were set to be turned off forever on Randy’s command. “Mmmm Mr. Mayor, I want you to know, your Joshua’s throat has been just heavenly. It’s a shame you didn’t save him while you could.” Murring he could feel the kid choking so hard, gagging, the noises of a retching throat were bringing the raccoon to a wonderful release in near record time. “Fuck yeah… oh Joshy… listen kiddo… listen.. for it… wait for it…” Randy’s breathing got faster, heavier, he was rushing toward that finish line and about to blow his massive load. He raised his free hand up the guard at the door ready on the mic with the order. Then just as he got to the edge, he lowered his hand down swiftly. The guard’s mic chirped. A split second later, two loud muffled gunshot rang out as the mayor’s wife and daughter were executed. Joshua’s eyes shot wide open as that coon cock swelled thicker as Randy’s release hit with full force! “UUUUNGH FUCK YESSSSS!” he called out, mashing his hips forward into the skins face, holding his head with both hands while Joshua choked for air, but was denied. Hot sticky ejaculate blasted down the throat into the kid without anything to stop it. Joshua’s instincts for survival kicked in and the kid began to beat his fists against Randy’s body. The raccoon moaned and laughed out loud and just continued to hold the boy down in place, riding out the suffocating boy until every last squirt of cum had dribbled out of the head of his tingling cock. “Mmmmmm, fuck.. bye-bye Joshy… such a good boy. Rrrrrrr!” Randy waited for the kid’s arms to drop limp, and then was made to hold Joshua up by his head fur alone. Randy pumped that now lax throat up and down his cock a few time like it was a fleshlight, just to see if he could coax another gag or too out of the kid, but nope, there was nothing else. Slowly, he withdrew his shiny, slick cock, and simply dropped Joshua onto the ground on his back. Randy lifted a sneakered foot and pressed it down on the corpses chest and then stood up, placing both his feet square over the skin’s torse, while his cock hung out, happily satisfied. “Skins are trash. This isn’t the first skins I’ve used, just like this. I’ve been thinning the skins herd for years. But we need more. If today hasn’t proven to you that we are the superior species, then you need to stay out of our way. Because the rest of us, are done being abused. We are going to do the abusing. We are going to take back this world, one town, one city, one state, one country at a time. For all the skins out there, you can be like Joshy here, and end up as fodder under our paws, or you can join us and secure your place in the new world. Your corrupt leaders, their families, their enablers, will all be brought to justice. There is no quarter for them, but YOU, can save yourself. Surrender. Submit. Survive. Anthro Superiority. Anthro Revolt. Anthro Supremacy!” Randy stared right into the camera lens with his best ‘I’m gonna fuck you up’ face before the red light turned off. <<< --- Story Fluff --- >>> The show was over. Randy took a deep breath in. “Holy fuck, what did I just do?” He looked down at Joshua, eyes open, mouth open, cum and drool having leaked out of the corner of his mouth. He stepped off the boy and began to tuck his dick back into his pants. One of the camera operators came over and placed a hand on Randy’s shoulder to break him out of his slight trance. Randy looked into the eyes of the badger and blinked. “Sorry, what?” “Hey, they are waiting outside for you. It’s okay.” The badger gave a friendly and very reassuring smile and squeezed Randy’s shoulder before letting him go. “We’ll clean this up, don’t worry. Go one, go relax. We got this.” Randy gave one more final look at Joshua as he lay there, the other camera guy was pulling the boy’s socks off, and starting to undress him. Looks like they intended to having their own turn with Joshua. Moments later a cell phone was pulled out and selfies were being taken with the corpse in frame, to record they were there. Call it historical evidence. Randy, though, headed for the only door out of the room, already being opened by the guard who slipped in a comment in passing “Skins had it coming. Good show man.” Randy gave a smile and nodded his head as he stepped out into the corridor. Outside, where Dex and Irish were, the fox had a phone held up in front of his face on a video call. “He just stepped out. Want me to put him on? Aye sir.” The fox grinned and offered the phone to Randy “It’s for you.” Dex stood there a proud smile on his long muzzle and tail wagging behind him. Randy took the phone and looked at the screen, his eyes widening as he saw Max’s face on the screen. The raccoon’s mouth dropped open and he was starstruck. Before Randy could reply he heard the rat’s voice, saw his smile grow across his muzzle “Hey Randy. Buddy I’ve got to say, wow! Just fucking wow! What you just did was impressive. I don’t know where you are, but over here right now, people are abuzz with pride! I’m so very proud of you. We are all so very proud of you!” The overwhelming praise was just what Randy needed to hear, and it couldn’t have come from anyone better than Max himself. “Thank you sir! It was my honor to help, in any way I could. Really.” “Buddy I think you did more than help. You ignited a fire in the hearts of so many anthros today. So many people are going to see that stream. I’m told it’s already being restreamed in 8 different countries right now. It is reaching millions! You are showing the world how weak the skins are, and giving our kind the world over permission to embrace their inner predator. I say this and I mean it, it is an honor to be able to talk to you right now. Thank you Randy. Thank you for being the man you are, and for the perfect display of Anthro Superiority.” Max turns to look at one of his advisors who even though is muffled, can be heard telling him that they need to move to a new position. “Hey Randy, I’ve got to go, for now. I’ll be in touch. Stay safe my friend. We need you, even more now than before!” the video call ends just as Randy was going to wish Max well himself, but he missed the chance. Slowly Randy passed the phone back to Irish, and then he leaned back against the wall. Dex tilted his head “Dude, I thought you’d be in orbit after that. You okay?” Irish too regarded Randy with concern. Licking his lips, Randy blinked a few times. “I’m okay.” A malicious smile spread over his lips as he showed his teeth. “Do we have a list of politicians and their home addresses? I think we need to go hunting for a few more families.” Dex’s eyes widened, and a toothy grin spread across his muzzle. Irish was grinning and lighting up another cig. “About that, I’m way ahead of you buddy!”