Tylo pulled the shower curtain back and grabbed his towel off of the rack, rubbing his grey fur and white belly dry vigorously. Smelling like his favorite grapefruit-scented shampoo, he stepped out of his tub and onto the tile, leaving behind wet paw prints on his way to the sink. He made sure he looked good enough for the day, and even chuckled as he couldn't help but admire his well-toned physique. Tylo applied his deodorant and scrubbed his teeth.

The young wolf walked to the bedroom in his boxers and scavenged through his dresser and closet to piece together an outfit, having little to work with because laundry day wasn't until tomorrow.

"Hmm.. This'll work.." He examined a small, white T-shirt and slipped into it. "Tight.. How about some pants.." Tylo pulled a pair of dark blue jeans off of a hanger and slid into those as well. He buttoned himself in, but the pants sagged, forcing him to constantly be pulling his pants up. Ty searched for a belt, but couldn't find one - he never used them anyway. The wolf slipped his paws into a pair of flip flops and gazed down upon them. "This is just such an unusual outfit for me.. Why do I even have these clothes?.." With a shrug, he walked to the kitchen, grabbed his keys, and headed out the door, the heels of his shoes clapping against his soles with each step.

Walking down the street, Tylo admired his small town which seemed secluded from the rest of the world. Everyone knew each other, and it wasn't often that you weren't told "Good morning!" or "How do you do?" Being the quiet kind of wolf he was, Tylo would simply wave without much of a response and walk on.

"You know.. I should really go grocery shopping.." Ty thought to himself as he neared the local supermarket. He walked through the automatic doors and grabbed a small basket, thinking of things that he needed. As he wandered the isles and browsed the stock, he accidentally bumped into another fur, somewhat larger than him, with a few friends, discussing what they were going to do for lunch.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!.." Tylo apologized to him, but as the fur turned to him, the wolf's heart sank to the floor.

"Oh that's fi- Tylo?! Is that you! Jesus, I haven't seen you in ages!" the fur spoke.

"Yeah, heh.." Tylo tried turning around to continue his shopping, but the fur's strong, black hand grabbed his shoulder and gently pulled him back.

"Wow, what a surprise! Guys, this is my old buddy Tylo!" The strange fur's friends all nodded and mumbled. "This guy.. Hah! I'll never forget what this kid did to me in middle school!" His grip tightened on Tylo's shoulder.

"Erm.. I-I'm sorry, I don't remember who you are, exactly.." But Tylo knew exactly who this was. His name was Drake, a tall, very strong black panther; an undesirable during his time in middle school. Drake was a terrible student, flunked every test, never did his homework, and, of course, stole other kids' lunch money. He was a very typical bully, and Tylo had ratted him out one day when he saw Drake picking on one of his friends. He told the principal, and after a short talk with Drake, the principal expelled him from the school.

"Ya know.. Getting expelled from that school.. My parents took away my things, they even sent me away to live with relatives.." Drake glared. "Shoot.. I didn't bring my wallet.. I guess Tylo can pay for our groceries, can't you buddy..?"

"Argh.. No.. No, I c-can't.." Tylo, again, knew exactly what was coming and started walking away. Drakes hand forced him back powerfully and threw the wolf on the hard linoleum floor. "Please, just lemme go!.. That was a long time ago!" he pleaded.

"You practically ruined two years of my life, buddy. You're not getting off the hook.." At this, Tylo booked it, leaving his groceries behind. "C'mon guys, we're not letting him get away!" Drake and his three friends took chase.

Tylo ran out the automatic door without waiting for it to open, held up his pants, and tried to keep his flip flops on as he flew around corners and hustled away. He was far enough from the supermarket now, but Drake and his boys weren't far behind. In a desperate attempt to see if he could ditch them, Tylo ran through the dense bushes to start for the jungle, but was slowed down. Drake grabbed Tylo's shirt and tugged, but the shirt simply tore down the center of the wolf's chest. He wriggled out of his shirt and continued running, holding his pants up.

Tylo was deep into the forest, following the narrow pathways that some of the locals would jog on in the mornings. He ran and ran, not knowing where he was going, but he knew he wanted to get there, to be safe, and to be away from Drake. His heavy paws stomped the floor after each step, and finally, the ground grew soft. Flip flops weren't shoes to run in to begin with, and now he was running through a cold, wet forest. Tylo ran through a puddle and lost both of his sandals, having them snap right from his feet, left in the mud to be forgotten. He stumbled, but quickly regained his balance and kept on running. The mud gushed through his toes with each step, progressively getting softer and softer, leaving behind deeper and deeper paw prints in the muck. Drake and his three friends were still close, but the dense forest kept Tylo from being able to see them clearly. The wolf saw the path begin to open up, so he looked back to double check if he was safe, knowing that he wouldn't crash into a tree or something if he did. Unfortunately, it wasn't anything coming out of the ground that Tylo had to worry about, but the ground itself. His right paw sank into the soft floor, trapping him up to his ankle, and thanks to physics and the forces of nature, inertia sent Tylo flying face first into the muck. He pulled himself up, and dragged his paw from the sticky muck. Having suffered such a critical setback, the wolf lied helplessly on his back as Drake and his three friends stopped at his feet.

"Well well well.." Drake laughed. "What happened Tylo buddy? Where are your shoes?" He poked Tylo's sole with his foot, making the wolf whimper.

"P-please!.. Just lemme go! We're out of school now! C'mon! I'll do anything, just don't hurt me!"

"Oh you don't have to do anything buddy.." Drake grabbed Tylo's pant legs and easily pulled his unfitting jeans off of his body, taking his wallet from the back pocket, and threw them away from the wolf. Left in his boxers, panting heavily from running and afraid of what would happen, Tylo simply sat in the mud and whimpered, fighting back tears, although he couldn't possibly feel any more humiliated than this. "Alright guys. Let's go. Here, you can have your wallet back, bud." Drake chucked the emptied wallet into the mud, splashing it all over Tylo's fur. One of the friends kicked mud at Tylo as well, and at that, the four walked away.

Tylo started to cry, having been so humiliated and frightened. He grabbed his dirty wallet and tossed it to his pants. Propping himself up with his arms, he wiped away his tears and went to stand up, but to his surprise, the ground oozed and swallowed his leg down to his thigh. He yelped in surprise and put his other foot flat on the ground, then pressed down to free his stuck foot, and just like that, his left paw was also swallowed at ease and bogged to its thigh. Another tear trickled down his face as he squirmed, sinking down to his waist.

"N-no.. H-h-help..! Help! Someone! HELP!" He had run too far into the woods, and Drake and his crew were obviously not gonna be of any help. Tylo stared down upon his body, watching it slowly disappear into the muck. The mud was thick, warm, smooth, and creamy, thoroughly coating his fur. He leaned back and pressed his palms into the goop, hoping to get some leverage to pull his legs out, but the bog had an iron grip on him, despite how soft it was. The poor wolf tugged at his legs, his palms slipping under, the mud gurgling around his body, claiming it hungrily. Now stuck at his stomach, he dragged his hands out of the muck, leaving them caked. Tylo looked left and right desperately for something to grab ahold of. Aside from a few weeds, there was absolutely nothing, so the weeds were definitely worth a shot. He pawed at the surface and reached for the scarce plants, but his paws slapped the surface and dragged mud closer to his chest. That was it. That was his last hope. No one was around, there was nothing near to save him. He was almost naked, humiliated, frightened and worried. The quicksand quivered and climbed up to his neck, the wolf's arms at his sides. Tylo let out a soft whimper as tears continued pouring down his cheeks, for he was crying hysterically. He tilted his head back as he continued to sink. His ears were flattened, and mud filled them. The mud creeped over the top of his head and trickled down between his eyes. The wolf watched as the muck flowed over and blinded him, his nose all that remained. With one last inhale, the hungry quicksand bogged him under. In one last attempt, he threw his arms up into the air, both heavily coated in the muck.

His lungs burned and the mud had reached his wrists while they were fully extended. This was it, he thought. It was over.. but just as he blacked out, someone grabbed his hands and pulled the young wolf out, laying him down on the shore..

TBC
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Believe it or not, I actually worked hard on this story, guys.. :<
Took what I thought and threw it onto my iPod. Soo here it is. I don't know when I'll get the next part done, seeing as I have no clue what to do for the next part of the story. Most likely revenge.. May include some friends too, dunno.

Enjoy!~