The seat was hard like a rock, as if it was stuffed with concrete instead of padding. As he dropped onto it the seat didn't give at all just like when you bounce off of the curb after a hard fall.
His chains rattled as with his body as he was thrust into the bucket seating by a meaty paw, making him sound like a noisy excuse for a beaten down windchime.
"Hey! Watch it pig!" He growled through his messy bangs at the plump officer as they dusted their hands together after shoving him.
The officer gave a wet snorting chuckle but offered him no more retort than that before bending over and securing his ankle cuff to the bottom of the seat and waddling back up to the front.
Ronaharee followed with his eyes only at the cop as they retreated. He'd been forced to the back of the bus.
'Better this way...' He thought to himself. He could get a feel for his fellow caged animals without drawing attention to himself

He scanned over the other new inmates.
From behind he was offered very little in the way of guaging. Mostly he just saw slumping shoulders and hair with tatoos of varying quality.
He felt himself blink slow and long. His body shook a bit.
'How long has it been since I slept? I don't even fu.cking know,..' He contemplated rubbing his brow as the cold links tapped his eyelids and nose bridge.
His shoulders slid over until his cheekbone thumped the glass of the window. His hands dropped to his lap and he managed to reopen his tired orbs to peer though the greasy streaked divider.
The bus was pulling off the main road and onto a narrow bridge over a huge lake. At it's center was Matthews Corectional Faucility. His new home...
His eyes drooped shut again as all the scenery became lake.
'Might as well sleep now while I still have a chance. I won't be getting anymore for a while I know that much...'

He heard a clack and rattle as his ankle cuff was jostled.

Someone grabbed his arm tightly twisting it behind him and pulling him up just as his eyes were fluttering open against the evening sunrays filtering in from the glass.
Instinctively he went to swing at them with his free arm but as he turned he heard a woosh and a pop as his chest stung. His head swiveled down to see the two little barbs in his chest just as a huge volt of electricty passed through his nervous system flooring him.
"GaaaaAaaaaH!" He managed and clawed the cop's shirt as he curled away from them.
"No sh.it sleeping beauty. Get up and move, that is unless you need another wake up call?" They threatened waving the tazer like a child with a shiny new toy.
"For fu.ck's sake. You could buy a guy dinner before whipping out one of those toys couldn't you?" Ro retorted starting to stand.
The officer pulled the barbs out and pointed and pushed Ro out the bus where ne was chained to the most menacing conga line of male inmates.

The group was then trooped in and processed, Ronaharee falling into the last spot sitting in the holding cell.
Finally, after what seemed like an eturnity spent waiting three officers came inside.
"Come on Valley. It's your turn."
"Well don't I feel special? Best for last right?" He quiped but two of the guards took his shoulders guid/shoving him along, but not to the cells... but some other room.
Their was no plaque as to what this room was. All the others had been clearly marked until now. Kitchen, office, showers, so why not this one?
His muscles tensed as he become aware something was amiss.
The men kept him moving even as his feet began to drag.
They passed through the room into what looked like an interrigation room. There was just a metal table and a suitcase sitting on it open.
Inside it was a simple looking gun and odd... what was that? A spacer? It looked like a wedge with circuits more than anything else.

"What the Hel..." But before Ro could finish his words a strong arm thrust forward tangling tightly into his hair and slamming his head hard into the steel surface.
He felt his scar burst open at the sudden action and his blood spill hotly down his face and eye as it pooled beneath his features.
"The fu.ck off me! What's going on?!" He tried to twist under his attacker but the other officers grabbed his arms pulling him down and forcing him to bend over the table.
Ro grunted at the force as his limbs were each slammed down. "Get off of me!!" He roared feeling his body starting to change into a wolf.
"Don't you fukkin do it." One officer said. "Don't even try." They said ever so calmly as the took out a baton and cracked him with it making his head swim.
His face fell back to the table and his resisting turned into keeping his conciousness.
He didn't even see the gun be exchanged between officers...

But he did feel the prick of it at the base of his skull inbetween the first two vertabrae.
"Welcome to Matthews Mr. Valley..." He heard right before a there was a sharp and intensly focused pain in his neck that sent him howling and groping at the officers arms.
Luckily, the baton happy cop was happy to oblige him with a few swift pounds of his personal sleeping aid...
(END)

Love it so far. Tempted to suggest NightLock and her anthro form but I don't think that passes as human lol

Oooo! Love it so far!!

WOW!! graphic but love it. loved 'conga line' bit :] this drawing came out great too. love that line shading effect :]