\n The Taming Of Mitchell Anick.

\n The following story will contain the use of Violence, Bad Language, and Gay Furry Sex. If you are not old enough to read such material or the material offends you in anyway then read on no further.

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\n PART:3.

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\n Rick and I find a part of the exercise yard that has very few furs in it, on the floor by his footpaws Rick finds a Tennis ball and picks it up.

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\n “Ok Manick, we are out here to exercise, so that is what we gotta do”

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\n Rick throws the ball towards me and I quickly catch it with my left paw, I then launch it back towards Rick who in turn catches it with his left paw. As we throw the ball back and forth Rick begins to dig a little deeper into my past.

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\n “So Manick, Huskies are usually the salt of the earth and never do anything to warrant doing time in this place, so what is it that you did that was so terrible?”

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\n I begin to tell my new best friend about my life of crime and how it all started to go wrong during my puppyhood, Rick listens intently to my story and then he speaks up.

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\n “You know that you need to start turning your life around right? This is no place for a Husky, come to think of it this is no place for a Doberman either, in my case though I have a parole hearing in twelve months and I aim to do everything I can to get out of this place, I mean sure I committed murder, but it was in the throes of passion. I was getting it on with my mate when his ex walked in and started attacking us, well I went wild and slashed his throat, but there is not a day goes by that I don’t regret what I did. As for my mate, well let’s just say that in ten years of me being here, he has visited me once. Now I’m not going to make any secret about it, I like you, I like you a lot, but my paws will never touch another man’s mate”

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\n I look at Rick all confused, what did he mean by saying that I was another man’s mate? Could he be referring to Jonas, gods I hope not, I know that I’m desperate for a mate but there is no way on this earth that Jonas would ever mate me. Of course he could be referring to Mace, now if that is the case then yes, I would happily take that hunk of Rottweiler as my mate, but surely Mace is as straight as they come, and even if he is gay, he wouldn’t want to sully his bloodline with a down and out convict like me.

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\n Rick sees my confused face and continues.

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\n “Oh come on dude, please don’t tell me that you haven’t seen the flashing neon signs that Mace Smith has hanging over his head, geez your gaydar must be majorly on the fritz. Ok follow my thinking here; you are in jail because you are a common thief right? And yet a distinguished and decorated detective like Mace Smith decides that you are worth the trouble it will be to get you back on the straight and narrow, Manick wake up and smell the sweat, he may not have said the words to ya yet but Detective Mace Smith is completely 100 percent  taken with you”

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\n I become unsteady on my footpaws and I have to take a seat on one of the benches. Rick sits next to me and places a meaty handpaw on my shoulder.

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\n “That hit you like a bolt from the blue right, well that is good, because that makes my job easier; you now know that you have a reason to get your shit together. Stay out of trouble, do ya time and when you get out of here I’m willing to bet that a certain Rottweiler will be waiting for you”

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\n Rick then reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a business card.

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\n “This is the business that I ran before I got myself banged up in this place, it is still thriving and I know that we are constantly looking for new paws, believe it or not the company is a handyman company, basically we go out to homes of the elderly and the needy and do any work around the house that is required. Now sure, it sounds like hard work, but it is also character building work and it will get you back into civilised society, so when you get out come and see me, and I will happily put you on the payroll”

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\n I take the card from Rick’s outstretched paw and slip it into my own pocket; I’m still in disbelief that anybody is willing to give me a job when I get out of prison, I know that I’ve only just met Rick and sure part of me is screaming that I can’t trust him, but my rational side is screaming louder, Rick has done everything so far to keep me safe, he also has the look of a guy that is completely trustworthy.

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\n The bell sounds to announce the end of our fresh air and we all head back to our cells to collect our towels before we head towards the shower block. I collect my towel and the towel of my cell mate Rick, I know that I need to stay on his good side so a little generosity from me is a small price to pay.

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\n We eventually walk into the shower block, and it’s absolutely full to the brim with furs of all shapes, sizes and species doing their best to take a warm shower. As I walk to a free shower head I’m aware of many sets of eyes upon me, I also hear a horse laugh and then speak.

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\n “Yo Jonas, I see that you haven’t lost your touch bro, I can hardly wait until he bends over after dropping the soap, then at least I can finish the job that you started”

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\n Suddenly the crowd of furs part as Rick walks into the shower block; he clears his throat and addresses everyone in the block.

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\n “Ok guys I’m gonna fucking say this nice just once, no one and I fuckin’ mean no one touches the Husky”

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\n It seems that Jonas has found a set of balls and decides to ignore Rick’s warning, the pit-bull pushes me up against the shower block wall and delivers a painful knee to my groin, I double over in pain and struggling for breath, the pit-bull raise his footpaw again to land another blow, but it doesn’t come, I hear him gagging a little and I look up to see Rick with the pit-bull in a choke hold.

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\n “You piece of shit Jonas, you had to fuckin’ test me didn’t ya, well let’s see what you think to a knee to the nuts”

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\n Without any further words Rick spins the pit-bull around and delivers a spectacular kick to Jonas’s pride and joy. The pit-bull slumps to the shower floor gasping for breath and holding his nuts.

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\n Rick slowly kneels down in front of me and looks into my eyes, he then continues.

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\n “You ok or do you want me to get you to the medical wing?”

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\n After a few seconds I manage to find my voice.

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\n “No Rick, I’m just a little winded is all, I just want to finish my shower and get back to my fucking cell to lick my wounds”

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\n With that Rick slowly helps me to stand on my footpaws again; once I am upright he supports my weight while I finish my shower.

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\n  “Ok Manick, now that you have finished with your shower, lean against the wall while I finish mine, and then I will help walk you back to the cell”

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\n Rick finishes his shower and then wraps a towel around his waist, he then hands me my towel and I gingerly wrap myself in it, Rick then takes my left arm and wraps it around his neck and slowly leads me back to our cell. Once inside the cell we both dry off our fur and get back into our prison issue uniform, Rick then slowly sits me down on my bunk and then sits next to me.

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\n “Manick, please don’t take this the wrong way, but if things between you and Mace don’t take off, I will be more than willing to be your partner. For now though, we’ll just sit here and you can give some thought about what you are gonna do when you leave here”

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\n I look deep into Rick’s eyes and reply.

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\n “Rick, I already know what I want to do, I’ve had enough of crime, the reason I turned to crime in the first place is because I was a loner, I never really fit in with anyone, but now I have a possible reason to get my life back together, and if your offer of a job once I leave prison is still good, then I would like to take you up on that”

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\n The Dobie licks my cheek gently and then makes his reply.

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\n “Manick, when I say that I’m gonna do something, I mean it, there will be a job waiting for you when you get out”

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\n An hour later and we are led into the prison cafeteria, I’m met by some of the worst smells that my nose has ever had the misfortune to smell and now I was determined to leave prison because if I have to stay in prison for the full term I will surely die of food poisoning.

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\n Half an hour later and we are marshalled back to our cells, Rick quickly leaps up on to his bunk and I slowly get onto my bunk. Just as I cover myself up the lights inside the prison go out, and so begins my second night in prison.